"I don"t doubt it! I don"t doubt it!" put in Mrs. Andrew Dawson, as sharp as any sparrow. "Cap"n Jethro told me that you"d interfered with everything you could, the whole endurin" time. He said, the Cap"n did, that you"d change the sun and moon, let alone the stars, in their courses, if so be you could!"
"Haw! Haw!" chortled Isaac Ba.s.sett, a bewhiskered old man whose bleary eyes and empurpled nose told the tale of much secret tippling. "Le"s speak right out in meetin" and tell all we know. Who"ll be the first of you women to tell how ye fished ter get the old Cap"n ter come and live with ye?"
"Why, Ike Ba.s.sett! How you talk!" was the chorus of denial.
""Tis so," chuckled Isaac. "Jethro told me once that purt" nigh every woman that was any kin to him-and some that warn"t-had offered to make a home for him. Come to think of it, though," he added, turning a bleary eye on Tobias, "there was one he said that hadn"t bothered him none that-a-way. How is your sister Heppy, Tobe?"
"Wal, she ain"t no younger," said the lightkeeper, cheerfully.
"Otherwise she is spry."
Judge Waddams entered at this point, before the tide of family acrimony could rise higher. He was a soft-stepping, palm-rubbing man, with a bald crown and iron-grey burnsides. His clean-lipped mouth was a slit no wider than the opening of his hip pocket. Yet he was not an unsympathetic man, as his mild brown eyes betrayed.
"Well, friends, we are gathered here on an occasion that I had hoped might be put off for a score of years yet. But Cap"n Jethro broke up fast during the past year, as such men as he often do. When their old hulks strike the rocks of age they go to pieces quickly.
"But Cap"n Jethro took time by the forelock and made all his property arrangements in good season. He converted everything into cash-even to the house he lived in to the last-and to settle his estate is going to be a very easy matter.
"Are we all here?" proceeded Judge Waddams, looking slowly about the room. His gaze fastened upon Tobias. "I don"t see your sister, Miss Heppy, Mr. Ba.s.sett?"
"You"ll have to look twice at me, then, Judge," chuckled the lightkeeper. "She couldn"t make it to come, nohow."
Judge Waddams gravely nodded, unlocked a drawer in his table, and drew forth a folded doc.u.ment of portentous appearance. There was considerable stiffening in the chairs and a general clearing of throats.
The Judge adjusted his eyegla.s.ses.
"Captain Jethro Potts entrusted me with the drawing of this will, and it was sealed in my presence, and in that of two witnesses who have absolutely no interest in the provisions of the instrument," he said officially. "I will now read it."
The introduction and opening paragraphs held the breathless attention of his audience. There followed itemized gifts of personal property, such as the ancient furnishings of Captain Potts"s little home-keepsakes that might or might not satisfy a sentimental feeling in the hearts of the recipients.
Icivilla Potts preened herself over the fact that the walnut highboy which had been the chief piece of furniture in Captain Jethro"s parlor had been left to her by the maker of the will. Then:
""Item: One certain two-gallon jug containing Jamaica rum, to my mother"s second cousin, Isaac Ba.s.sett-that remaining portion as he shall not have already drunk at the unsealing of this instrument.""
"Heh? By mighty! An" I drunk the last drop o" that rum just before we took him to the church to-day," exploded Isaac, more in sorrow than in anger. "Wal, I always did say that you couldn"t get the best of Cap"n Jethro Potts, dead or alive-an" this proves it!"
"Sarves ye right," declared Mrs. Andrew Dawson, as the lawyer frowned down Isaac"s interruption.
All those present-and some others-had been named for legacies of personal property, saving Tobias. The other relatives of the dead man began to gaze curiously upon the lightkeeper as the list was concluded-Icivilla with scorn.
The lawyer read gravely the next part.i.tion of the will. It was to the effect that the testator, having seen clearly that his relatives hereinbefore named were covetous of his money, and would little consider the sentimental value of the above legacies, bequeathed to each person the sum of one dollar to be paid out of his estate by the administrator, Edward Waddams.
This stunning statement smote dumb every listener save Isaac Ba.s.sett.
He burst into a raucous "Haw! haw!" and slapped his knee as he weaved back and forth in his chair.
"By mighty!" he exploded, "I ain"t the only one old Jethro fooled. Haw!
Haw!"
The high squeal of Andrew Dawson, who occasionally a.s.serted himself in spite of his wife, rose above the general murmur of disappointment and anger:
"I wanter know, then, what"s to become of all Jethro"s money! I wanter know _that_!"
"If you folks will keep quiet long enough for me to do so, I will read the remainder of the instrument," Judge Waddams said sharply.
They subsided. But there were few but red and wrathful faces in the company. Icivilla Potts was almost bursting with rage. Judge Waddams continued.
The residue of the estate, which would amount, after all bills were settled and fees paid, to about six thousand dollars, was to be divided equally between Hephzibah Ba.s.sett and Tobias Ba.s.sett, of Twin Rocks Light, the two relatives of all Captain Jethro Potts"s clan, as the will stated, who had never made him feel that they were covetous of his money or wished him out of the way that they might get it.
"Oh, sugar!" murmured Tobias, actually disturbed. "Too bad Cap"n Jethro felt that way about it. I don"t believe _all_ of them wished him dead."
Judge Waddams looked scornfully over the company now expressing to each other in no unmistakable terms their disappointment and chagrin, and observed to the lightkeeper:
"There"s a-many people"s feet feel that itch for dead men"s shoes, Tobias. I"m glad you and Miss Heppy were favored by Cap"n Jethro. I know of none of his family more deserving."
"Oh, sugar!" rejoined the lightkeeper, "I cal"late Cap"n Jethro didn"t much consider me and Heppy"s deserts. It was to satisfy his own grudge ag"in "em that he done this. Still, we are as near to him in blood as ary one of the others. And we didn"t never cal"late on getting his money, though I"m frank to say we hoped he"d give us some if he died first.
"Wal, Judge, when you want Heppy and me to sign papers we"ll meet you at the Clinkerport Bank. This ain"t no place for me just now. Icivilly could purt" near tear me apart. I am going to escape while the escapin"
is good," Tobias concluded, chuckling.
He could not play the hypocrite by commiserating with the disappointed crowd. Nor did he wish any of them to congratulate him when their hearts were not at all attuned to such feeling.
"Least said, soonest mended," Tobias secretly observed. "Give "em time to trim their sails. But won"t Heppy be purt" near surprised to death over this? Oh, sugar!"
He was in no mood to discuss the surprising outcome of the funeral of Captain Jethro Potts, even to the curious Clinkerport folks who knew of the reason for his trip down the coast, and who saw him alight from the up train that afternoon.
"Wal, how"d ye make out, Tobias?" asked Ben Durgin, the Clinkerport station agent.
"Purt" tollerble," responded the lightkeeper cheerfully. "Though my feet do ache some in these shoes."
"Did your Uncle Jethro leave much, Tobe?" asked a bolder spirit.
"Wal, as the feller said, he left the earth," chuckled Tobias.
"I say!" exclaimed Ezra Crouch, whose b.u.mp of inquisitiveness could only be equaled by Amos Pickering, the mail carrier"s, "didn"t they read the will, Tobias?"
"Oh, sugar! Yes. So they did," agreed the lightkeeper.
"Wal, then, who"s to get his money?"
"Why-there wasn"t n.o.body forgotten," Tobias a.s.sured him. "No, sir, not a soul! There ain"t no rel"tive of Cap"n Jethro" that can honestly say he or she was forgotten in the will."
Nor was he more communicative when he chanced to meet Ralph Endicott getting out of his roadster in front of the Clinkerport Inn.
"Wal, young feller!" exclaimed the lightkeeper, "what brings you over here from Amperly? Ain"t got your lady friend with ye, eh?"
"If you mean Lorna, I have _not_. She has gone to New York on a visit, I understand. But Uncle Henry made me come over here and arrange for one of Tadman"s bungalows. He won"t hear to our going anywhere else for the summer."
"Which don"t please you none, I can see," commented Tobias. "Which one of them bungalows are you going to have?"
"I had to take the one right next to the Nicholet house," said the disgruntled young man. "That was the only one left-it is so late in the renting season. I was hoping to get Uncle Henry to agree to a change for one summer, at least. But nothing doing!"