a-never teched a thing in this house. They never had nothin" to eat at home. Their folks is too lazy to fry a doughnut or put up pickles.
"Al-f-u-r-d" jes pitied "em, that"s why he took things to "em to eat."
This reasoning mollified the parent, besides Lin had a gleam in her eyes that intimidated him. Lin had threatened to skedaddle, as she put it, several times of late, and one like her was not often found.
Therefore Lin"s reasoning decided the father to wreak vengeance on those who, through "Al-f-r-u-d"s" generosity, had depleted the pickle barrel.
Grabbing his heaviest cane he stalked toward the door, vowing he would wear out every last one of the boys who had made him so far forget himself as to punish one whose age and inexperience made him their dupe.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Hold On! Hold On!]
The mother and Lin, thoroughly frightened at the anger displayed by the man, used their strength and arguments to prevent him doing something terrible. The mother pointed out the danger of the law and the disgrace attached to an arrest by the borough constable.
Lin reminded him that he might do something rash, that all the boys had papas and several men might jump on him if they caught him abusing their off-spring. The father swore he could lick the daddies of all the boys one at a time.
Meanwhile "Al-f-u-r-d" made his escape to the garret to ruminate upon the unreasonableness of parents in general and his father in particular.
Uncle Bill was even more obdurate than when he first declared Charley must "dig for himself." Cousin Charley was looking for work, fearing he would find it, and secretly hoping his father, under pressure of the mother, would soon open the door of home to him. But Cousin Charley was compelled to look the world in the face in a serious manner for the first time in his life.
Captain Lew Abrams, a retired steamboat man, big of frame, kind of heart and fond of a joke, informed the exile that he would give him an opportunity to follow his father"s advice literally, namely, to dig for himself.
"I have a big potato patch, the crop is a heavy one and it don"t seem my boys will ever get the potatoes dug. I will give you a job digging potatoes by the bushel or on shares."
The Captain did not care to hire by the day. Cousin Charley figured mentally that digging potatoes on shares, a custom prevalent in those days, would bring quicker returns.
Charley began to "dig for himself" the very next day. After a long, hard day"s work, he presented himself at the back door of "Al-f-u-r-d"s"
home, sunburnt and hands blistered, clothing torn, full of beggars-lice and Spanish needles. He explained that the offer of Captain Abrams was temptingly profitable and that he would remain in the neighborhood for a few weeks longer digging potatoes on the shares.
Lin at first looked upon him with suspicion. But when she noted his sunburnt face and blistered hands and when Charley carefully laid on the table a half dozen big brown-colored potatoes with that peculiar purple around the eyes, a color so highly prized by growers and consumers, Lin, glancing sympathetically at Charley through the kitchen door as he ate as only a hungry boy can, whispered to the mother:
"His pap"s too hard on him. He"s not so ornery as he"s cracked up to be.
It"s the devilish clique he runs with that"s spiled him," and, with this, carried another helping of food to the boy.
Half in earnest, half in fun, Lin said: "Durn ye, ye can be good ef ye want to, but it jes" seems like ye don"t want to. Ef ye ever do another thing to "Al-f-u-r-d" I"ll scald all the hair off yer freckled head."
Cousin Charley laughed and chided Lin into further good humor, confiding to her the interesting information that he was going to work from daylight to dark. This declaration captured Lin. She highly regarded anyone who labored.
Cousin Charley kept up a continual talk. Among other statements he said that after he dug Captain Abram"s potatoes, if he could effect as advantageous arrangements with other farmers, he would soon be wealthy.
He even insinuated that he had over-reached the Captain in his contract for digging potatoes but if the Captain showed any tendency to "back out" he would hold him to it.
"A bargain"s a bargain," said Charley and Lin nodded approvingly. She never guessed that Cousin Charley possessed so much sense.
Charley picked up the largest of the potatoes he had deposited on the table and requested that Lin roast it in wood ashes for breakfast.
"It"ll jes" bust open and is as dry as powder. Sech taters you never et, they melt in yer mouth."
It was then the mother was called in, Lin explaining it was a good chance to buy potatoes cheap. Cousin Charley explained that his share of the crop he was digging would be so big he would have to sell as he went along even if he didn"t get full price for them. He a.s.sured the women that the samples were not culled: "Jes" took as they come."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Cousin Charley]
The mother bought several bushels at much less than the retail price at Murphy"s store. At the low price at which Cousin Charley sold potatoes he had taken several orders before reaching "Al-f-u-r-d"s" home. When "Al-f-u-r-d"s" mother purchased he suddenly concluded he"d better begin delivering right away.
When the mother reminded him that it was almost night Cousin Charley met her with the argument "Ef a feller wants to git along in this world he"s got to hump night and day. That"s the way old Jeffries got rich."
Jeffries was the business compet.i.tor of "Al-f-u-r-d"s" father.
Cousin Charley finally prevailed on the mother to loan him the horse and wagon to deliver his potatoes. The father was out of town for the night, and the mother consented reluctantly. Lin wanted the potatoes badly after Charley"s description. "Al-f-u-r-d," as usual, cried to go with Cousin Charley. Cousin Charley"s seeming industriousness had reinstated him in Lin"s good graces. After the boys had driven off, following Lin"s caution to the older boy to "Be keerful of "Al-f-u-r-d"," she remarked to the mother, referring to Charley:
"He"ll fool old Bill yet. Some peepul may want Charley to dig fer "em "fore the winter"s over. I"d thought more of old Bill ef he"d lathered Charley good an" plenty stid of turnun" him out to dig fer himself. I do hope he"ll sell plenty pertaters."
Meanwhile, Cousin Charley, his delivery wagon, "Al-f-u-r-d" and all, arrived at Captain Abram"s house. The family were visiting a neighbor.
Cousin Charley was evidently an adept at loading potatoes as well as digging. It was surprising the quant.i.ty he claimed for his share of the day"s digging.
"Al-f-u-r-d," Cousin Charley, and a load of potatoes soon arrived at "Al-f-u-r-d"s" home. Several large sacks were quickly carried into the cellar, Lin a.s.sisting the boy. Lin took this excuse to inspect the goods as her confidence in Cousin Charley was not entirely free from suspicion. As Lin watched the boy carrying the heavy potato sacks she half hated herself for doubting him. This feeling prompted Lin to accept the potatoes.
"They"re not zackly as big as the ones he fetched first but they"re nice taters, better"n we git at the store an" besides a body feels better helpin" a poor devil that"s workin" his head off to do right."
Jane McCune, Tommy Ryan and Jim Bench had bought potatoes while they were cheap. These deliveries were soon made and Cousin Charley had money to distribute. "Al-f-u-r-d" and Lin both came in for a nice piece of it.
As Lin remarked:
"Cousin Charley was not close when he was doin" well."
[Ill.u.s.tration: The Boys Had a Full Load]
The women invited Charley to remain all night but, showing the old exile spirit, he declined, adding:
"I like you and Lin, but I"ll never stay under Uncle John"s roof until he apologizes fer what he done to me. I"ll dig fer myself. There"s money in this potato business fer me, I"ll show them who I am."
The boy jingled the big coppers and little dimes in his pocket until "Al-f-u-r-d"s" eyes sparkled with admiration.
The next morning Captain Abrams clanged the big, old fashioned iron knocker on the front door. The father started up stairs to answer the knock, and "Al-f-u-r-d" and the other children whooped up the path beside the house to peep at the early caller.
The door opened. "Howdys" and hand shakes. The Captain, puckering up his funny little mouth, not unlike that of a sucker fish, addressing himself to the father, inquired:
"John, where"s Bill"s Charley?"
The "I don"t know" answer surprised the Captain.
Looking at "Al-f-u-r-d" in a quizzical manner, he said:
"I thought he was staying with you all."
The father replied spiritedly, and he seemed to be addressing himself to "Al-f-u-r-d" as much as to the Captain:
"No, he ain"t here any more. I wouldn"t permit him to enter my house; he"s so infernal ornery that his father had to drive him out. Bill jes"
told him to go out and dig fer himself. We"ve washed our hands of that boy. His end will be the House of Refuge."
"But John," and the Captain looked serious, "who sent Alfred and Charley out on a foraging expedition last night with your old mare and wagon?"
Both men looked hard at "Al-f-u-r-d."