"Alone? No! Take some girls. I"m going to take neighbor Picket"s daughter; she"s homely as a hedge fence, but I"ll take her--great scheme!"
"Hartley, you"re an infernal fraud!"
"Nothing of the kind--I"m business," ended Hartley, with a laugh.
After supper the following day, as Albert was still lingering at the table with the girls and Mrs. Welsh, he thought of the sociable, and said on the impulse:
"Are you going to the sociable?"
"No; I guess not."
"Would you go if I asked you?"
"Try me and see!" answered the girl, with a laugh, her color rising.
"All right. Miss Welsh, will you attend the festivity of the evening under my guidance and protection?"
"Yes, thank you."
"I"ll be ready before you are."
"No doubt; I"ve got to wash the dishes."
"I"ll wash the dishes; you go get ready," said the self-regardless mother.
Albert felt that he had one of the loveliest girls in the room as he led Maud down the floor of the vestry of the church, filled with laughing young people moving about or seated at the long tables. Maud"s cheeks were full of delicate color and her eyes shone with maidenly delight as they took seats at the table to sip a little coffee and nibble a bit of cake.
"I suppose they _must_ have my fifteen cents some way," said Albert, in a low voice, "and I guess we"d better sit down."
Maud introduced him to a number of young people who had been students at the university. They received him cordially, and in a very short time he was enjoying himself very well indeed. He was reminded rather disagreeably of his office, however, by seeing Hartley surrounded by a laughing crowd of the more frolicsome young people. He winked at Albert, as much as to say, "Good stroke of business."
The evening pa.s.sed away with songs, games, and recitations, and it was nearly eleven o"clock when the young people began to wander off toward home in pairs. Albert and Maud were among the first of the young folks to bid the rest good night.
The night was clear and cold, but perfectly still, and the young people, arm in arm, walked slowly homeward under the bare maples, in delicious companionship. Albert held her arm close to his side.
"Are you cold?" he asked in a low voice.
"No, thank you; the night is lovely," she replied; then added with a sigh, "I don"t like sociables so well as I used to--they tire me out."
"We stayed too long."
"It wasn"t that; I"m getting so they seem kind o" silly."
"Well, I feel a little that way myself," he confessed.
"But there is so little to see here in Tyre at any time--no music, no theaters. I like theaters, don"t you?"
"I can"t go half enough."
"But nothing worth seeing ever comes into these little towns--and then we"re all so poor, anyway."
The lamp, turned low, was emitting a terrible odor as they entered the sitting room.
"My goodness! it"s almost twelve o"clock. Good night." She held out her hand.
"Good night," he said, taking it, and giving it a cordial pressure which she remembered long.
"Good night," she repeated softly, going up the stairs.
Hartley came in a few moments later, and found Bert sitting thoughtfully by the fire, with his coat and shoes off, evidently in deep abstraction.
"Well, I got away at last--much as ever. Great scheme, that sociable, eh? I saw your little girl introducing you right and left."
"Say, Hartley, I wish you"d leave her out of this thing; I don"t like the way you speak of her when----"
"Phew! You don"t? Oh, all right! I"m mum as an oyster--only keep it up!
Get in all the church sociables, and all that; there"s nothing like it."
Hartley soon had canva.s.sers out along the country roads, and was working every house in town. The campaign promised to lengthen into a month, perhaps longer. Albert especially became a great favorite. Every one declared there had never been such book agents in the town: such gentlemanly fellows, they didn"t press anybody to buy; they didn"t rush about and "poke their noses where they were not wanted." They were more like merchants with books to sell. The only person who failed to see the attraction in them was Ed Brann, who was popularly supposed to be engaged to Maud. He grew daily more sullen and repellent, toward Albert noticeably so.
One evening about six, after coming in from a long walk about town, Albert entered his room without lighting his lamp, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep. He had been out late the night before with Maud at a party, and slumber came almost instantly.
Maud came in shortly, hearing no response to her knock, and after hanging some towels on the rack went out without seeing the sleeper. In the sitting room she met Ed Brann. He was a stalwart young man with curling black hair, and a heavy face at its best, but set and sullen now. His first words held a menace:
"Say, Maud, I want t" talk to you."
"Very well; what is it, Ed?" replied the girl quietly.
"I want to know how often you"re going to be out till twelve o"clock with this book agent?"
Perhaps it was the derisive inflection on "book agent" that woke Albert.
Brann"s tone was brutal--more brutal even than his words, and the girl turned pale and her breath quickened.
"Why, Ed, what"s the matter?"
"Matter is just this: you ain"t got any business goin" around with that feller with my ring on your finger, that"s all." He ended with an unmistakable threat in his voice.
"Very well," said the girl, after a pause, curiously quiet; "then I won"t; here"s your ring."
The man"s bl.u.s.ter disappeared instantly. Bert could tell by the change in his voice, which was incredibly great, as he pleaded:
"Oh, don"t do that, Maud; I didn"t mean to say that; I was mad--I"m sorry."
"I"m _glad_ you did it _now_, so I can know you. Take your ring, Ed; I never"ll wear it again."
Albert had heard all this, but he did not know how the girl looked as she faced the man. In the silence which followed she looked him in the face, and scornfully pa.s.sed him and went out into the kitchen. He did not return at supper.
Young people of this sort are not self-a.n.a.lysts, and Maud did not examine closely into causes. She was astonished to find herself more indignant than grieved. She broke into an angry wail as she went to her mother"s bosom: