"You must have flirted horribly with him," says Marjorie, sighin" deep and admirin".
"What else could one do?" asks Mildred. "And it was such fun! I could get him to say hardly anything about himself; but he was a charming listener. He would sit and gaze at me in the most soulful, appreciative way. Poor chap!"
He must have had her guessin" some at that; for she wa"n"t dead sure whether he was a real native or not until the boss of the island shows up. He"s a hump shouldered, leather faced, bushy browed old barnacle, with a Down East dialect that it was a dream to listen to, and it was only when Mildred heard Hermes call him Uncle Jerry that she could believe the two was any relation. Uncle Jerry didn"t interfere, though He let "em moon around on the rocks without disturbin" the game, and I judge from Millie"s report that she wa"n"t missin" any tricks.
Yet she"s right there with the heartless behavior when the time comes, sailin" away with a gay laugh and leavin" her blue eyed young lobster man to yearn and mourn there on his smelly little island. Anyway, that"s how she had it doped out.
And it wa"n"t until weeks later, when she"d had her snapshots of him developed and printed, and got to summin" up the details in this case of Victim B-23, that she discovers how a few of her own heartstrings has been strained. Somehow she couldn"t seem to tear them three August days completely off the calendar; and when the other chappies come buzzin"
around, and she had a chance to frame "em up alongside of this fish island hero, there wa"n"t but one answer. It was Hermes for hers, every day in the week!
There he was, though, out on that mussy rock; and here she was, visitin"
in New York, leadin" the giddy life, and gettin" her gowns ready for the Horse Show. If Millie had pa.s.sed out the heartaches casual along her former trails, here was where she gets at least one of "em back on the rebound.
You can guess how bad an attack she had when she crosses all the new Reggie boys off her string and cooks up this scheme of sendin" for Hermes to come to her. Her excuse is that she wants Uncle Jerry to have the trip of his life by coming to the great city; but incident"lly she urges him to bring his blue eyed nephew along, and the check she sends is big enough to cover expenses for both. Bein" one of the impulsive kind, she does it the minute the notion strikes her; and two days later comes this postal from Uncle Jerry, sayin" how he was much obliged, and him and his nevvy was takin" the boat for Bosting and expected to fetch up in New York sometime next afternoon by train.
"Which is now," says Mildred. "But of course I can"t go to the Grand Central to meet him."
"Why not?" says I. "Why balk at a little thing like that when you"ve been doin" so well?"
"Oh, but, Torchy," chimes in Marjorie, "you know you could do it so much better!"
And what with both of them coaxin", and stuffin" expense money into my pockets, the next thing I know I"m on my way down to where the Boston trains come in, and am campin" outside the gate. I nearly wore my eyes out, too, sizin" up the first trainload, and after an hour"s wait I was gettin" dizzy keepin" track of the second lot, when all of a sudden I spots this old chap with the thick underbrush over his eyes and the sole leather complexion.
"Oh, you Uncle Jerry!" I sings out, takin" a chance and pushin" through the crowd with my hand out.
"Wall, how be ye?" says he, real hearty. "Don"t remember seein" you afore; but I s"pose it"s all right."
"Sure it is, old scout," says I. "If you"re Uncle Jerry, I"m Miss Mildred"s reception committee; but where"s the nephew?"
"That"s him," says he, jerkin" his thumb at a big, overgrown, tow haired yawp that"s trailin" along in the rear luggin" a canvas valise.
"You don"t mean to tell me that"s Hermes?" says I.
"I dun"no "bout any Hermes," says he; "but this is my sister"s boy Jake, the only nephew I got, and, bein" as how Miss Mildred asked so special, I brought him along."
Course, there"s no accountin" for tastes, specially in a romantic young lady like her; but, if this was her idea of livin" Greek statuary, she sure was easy pleased. Why, of all the rough necked Rubes! He"s one of these loose jawed, open mouthed, lop sided youths that walks like he was afraid of steppin" on his own feet, and looks about as much alive as a tin rabbit that can wiggle its ears when you pull a string. His hair and complexion was accordin" to specifications, I admit, and his eyes were as blue as a new set of lunch counter crockery; and if he was all Uncle Jerry could show in the nephew line, then he must be it.
"All right," says I. "It ain"t me that"s pickin" him. Now fall in line right behind me, and we"ll work out where he won"t get run down by baggage trucks or be mistaken by excursionists for a spray of autumn leaves."
"Young lady didn"t come down to the train, hey?" says Uncle Jerry.
"No, it makes her kind of nervous to see the cars come in," says I.
"You"re due to meet her this evenin", Uncle, you and Hermes."
You see, accordin" to the plan, I was to stow the pair to some hotel, see that they was fed, keep "em busy durin" the early part of the evenin", and round "em up at a big society crush where Marjorie knew the folks well enough so she could ask favors. If Mildred had "em come where she was visitin", there"d be no end of questions asked; but if she sort of ran across "em by accident at a place where there was a crowd, and could have a few words with Hermes in some quiet corner, n.o.body would be the wiser.
It was this last part of the programme I had in mind as I was sizin" up Jake"s travelin" costume. And, say, how is it up there in the opodeldoc zone that they can get these high-water pant legs to fit so much like lengths of stovepipe? They was kind of a bilious brown and cut gen"rous in the seat; but, as far as real comic relief went, they wa"n"t in it with the cute little short tailed cutaway that he sported above "em.
Honest, that coat was enough to make an eccentric song and dance artist green in the eyes! And you can believe me when I say I didn"t lose any time in scootin" "em down Fourth-ave. to a dollar a day house patronized by some of our swellest Texas buyers. My next move is to make a report over the "phone.
"Yep, I got "em both under lock and key," says I to Marjorie. "Trouble to pick em out? Ah, it was a pipe! Specimens like that ain"t so common anyone could get mixed if they knew what day to look for "em. Yes, the nephew"s along, all right. His real name is Jake. Well, Hermes if you insist. But, say, ask Miss Mildred if she wants him delivered in the original package, or should I hire some open face clothes for him."
The decision is that Hermes must come in a dress suit, and if he ain"t got any with him Marjorie will send down one of Mr. Robert"s old ones.
"Oh, I"m just dying to see him in evening clothes!" gushes Mildred over the wire. "I know he"ll be perfectly splendid!"
"Maybe," says I. "Only don"t forget the collar b.u.t.tons and studs for the dress shirt."
Say, I won"t dwell on the gay time I had tryin" to keep that pair out of sight until after dinner. Honest, if I"d been drivin" the monkey cage in a circus parade I"d felt a lot better; for every fresh gink that pipes off that vaudeville costume of Jake"s has to have his say about it. At the hash house where I steers "em up against a twenty-five-cent course dinner all the girl waiters got to gigglin" like they"d never seen a freak before.
It wouldn"t have been so bad with just Uncle Jerry, for he"s wearin" an old black whipcord that would pa.s.s in the dark, and, outside the rubber collar and the plated watch chain looped across his vest, he didn"t have the crossroads tag on him very plain; but Jake might as well have had cowbells tied to him. Maybe I wa"n"t some relieved too when we got back to the hotel and found this outfit that the girls had sc.r.a.ped together and sent down.
"Now we"ll fix you up for the theater and high society, Jake," says I.
"By rights you ought to have some of that neck hemp sheared off; but I don"t dare let a barber loose at you, for fear Mildred wouldn"t know you after he got through. She raved a lot about that hair of yours, Jake."
"You go on now, Smarty!" says Jaky boy, grinnin" expansive. "Think I"m goin" to wear duds like them?"
"You do if you appear out again with me," says I. "So peel the b.u.t.ternut regalia and lemme see if I can harness you up in these."
"Hee-haw!" remarks Uncle Jerry. "Let him fix you up real harnsome, Jake."
Maybe that"s what I did; but I wouldn"t want to swear to it. Anyway, I got him into the dress shirt by main strength. That was the first struggle. Then, while Uncle Jerry held him gaspin" and groanin" on the floor, I b.u.t.toned the high collar on and fastened the white tie. Next we ended him up on his feet and pulled on the display vest and the long tailed coat.
"Ug-g-gh! It chokes somethin" awful!" says Jake, gettin" purple faced and panicky.
"Ah, close that pie gangway of yours and breathe natural for a minute!"
says I. "There, you"re feelin" better already. Come, pull them k.n.o.bby wrists back up into your sleeves. This ain"t no swimmin" lesson, you know. Say, you wear a dress suit like it was so much tin armor. What"s the matter with you, anyway!"
"I--I don"t know," says Jake, tryin" to stretch his head up like a turkey. "I don"t like this."
"You look it," says I. "But think who"s goin" to see you in it later!
First off, though, you"re goin" to a show with me. Come on, now; maybe you"ll get used to bein" dressed up by eleven o"clock."
""Leven o"clock!" says Uncle Jerry. "Look here, Son, I ain"t in the habit of stayin" up all night, remember. I"ll be droppin" off to sleep for sartin"."
He don"t, though. All through the play, which has been a two years"
scream for Broadway, he sat as solemn as if he was on a coroner"s jury in the presence of the remains. Play actin" was new to Uncle Jerry; but he wa"n"t going to give himself away, and he was just as wide awake as anybody in the house.
With Jake it was diff"rent. I expect them washed out blue eyes of his had taken in so many new scenes since mornin" that they couldn"t absorb any more. Anyway, he gets drowsy before the curtain goes up, and after he"s twisted his neck until he"s got it collar broken he settles back for a comf"table snooze. He looks so calm and peaceful I didn"t have the heart to disturb him, and I only jabbed my elbows in his ribs when he got to tunin" up the nose music too loud. Besides, I was hopin" a little nap of two or three hours might leave him some refreshed and in better shape for exhibitin" to Miss Mildred. For the more I saw of Jake, the less I could understand how a real live one like Millie could stand for three days of him, even if she did, discover him on a desert island. And as for ravin" about him afterwards--well, you never can tell, can you?
After the play it took Uncle Jerry shakin" on one side and me on the other to bring Jake back to life from his woodsawin" act.
"Ah, quit it and give the orchestra a chance!" says I. "And keep them elbows down! Don"t try to stretch here; wait until you get back to the open fields for that. Yes, it"s all over, and you"re about to b.u.t.t into society; so for Heaven"s sake come out of the trance!"
Not havin" a stretcher handy, we drags him out to the curb, and I blows some more of my expense account against a taxi, which lands us safe and sound at this Fifth-ave. number up in the 70"s. "Guests of Miss Marjorie Ellins," was to be the pa.s.sword, and the flunky in satin pants at the door seems to have been well posted.
"Yes, sir; right this way, sir," says he, wavin" us down the hall and shootin" us into a little conservatory nook. "The gentlemen from Maine are to wait here, and you are to meet Miss Ellins at the foot of the grand staircase. She will be down in a moment, sir."
"I get you," says I, and, after cautionin" Jake to keep on his feet until I came back, I slips out and posts myself behind a potted palm where I could watch the early arrivals comin" down from the cloakrooms.