"I might have known it!" she said. "What a fool I"ve been, Minnie, and how clever you are under that red thatch of yours! d.i.c.ky can not appear as long as I am here, and Pierce takes his place, and I help to keep the secret and to play the game! Well, I can appreciate a joke on myself as well as most people, but--Minnie, Minnie, think of that guilty wretch of a d.i.c.ky Carter shaking in the pantry!"
"I don"t know what you are talking about," I said, but she only winked and went to the door.
"Don"t take it too much to heart," she advised. "Too much loyalty is a vice, not a virtue. And another piece of advice, Minnie--when I find d.i.c.ky Carter, stand from under; something will fall."
They had charades during the rest hour that afternoon, the overweights headed by the bishop, against the underweights headed by Mr. Moody. They selected their words from one of Horace Fletcher"s books, and as Mr.
Pierce wasn"t either over or underweight, they asked him to be referee.
Oh, they were crazy about him by that time. It was "Mr. Carter" here and "dear Mr. Carter" there, with the women knitting him neckties and the men coming up to be bullied and asking for more.
And he kept the upper hand, too, once he got it. It was that day, I think, that he sent Senator Biggs up to make his bed again, and n.o.body in the place will ever forget how he made old Mr. Jennings hang his gymnasium suit up three times before it was done properly. The old man was mad enough at the time, but inside of twenty minutes he was offering Mr. Pierce the cigar he"d won in the wood-chopping contest.
But if Mr. Pierce was making a hit with the guests, he wasn"t so popular with the Van Alstynes or the Carters. The night the cigar stand was closed Mr. Sam came to me and leaned over the counter.
"Put the key in a drawer," he said. "I can slip down here after the lights are out and get a smoke."
"Can"t do it, Mr. Van Alstyne," I said. "Got positive orders."
"That doesn"t include me." He was still perfectly good-humored.
"Sorry," I said. "Have to have a written order from Mr. Pierce."
He put a silver dollar on the desk between us and looked at me over it.
"Will that open the case?" he asked. But I shook my head.
"Well, I"ll be hanged! What the devil sort of order did he give you?"
"He said," I repeated, "that I"d be coaxed and probably bribed to open the cigar case, and that you"d probably be the first one to do it, but I was to stick firm; you"ve been smoking too much, and your nerves are going."
"Insolent young puppy!" he exclaimed angrily, and stamped away.
So that I was not surprised when on that night, Friday, I was told to be at the shelter-house at ten o"clock for a protest meeting. Mrs. Sam told me.
"Something has to be done," she said. "I don"t intend to stand much more. n.o.body has the right to say when I shall eat or what. If I want to eat fried shoe leather, that"s my affair."
We met at ten o"clock at the shelter-house, everybody having gone to bed--Miss Patty, the Van Alstynes and myself. The d.i.c.kys were on good terms again, for a wonder, and when we went in they were in front of the fire, she on a box and he at her feet, with his head buried in her lap.
He didn"t even look up when we entered.
"They"re here, d.i.c.ky," she said.
"All right!" he answered in a smothered voice. "How many of "em?"
"Four," she said, and kissed the tip of his ear.
"For goodness sake, d.i.c.k!" Mrs. Sam snapped in a disgusted tone, "stop that spooning and get us something to sit on."
"Help yourself," he replied, still from his wife"s lap, "and don"t be jealous, sis. If the sight of married happiness upsets you, go away. Go away, anyhow."
Mr. Sam came over and jerked him into a sitting position. "Either you"ll sit up and take part in this discussion," he said angrily, "or you"ll go out in the snow until it"s over."
Mr. d.i.c.k leaned over and kissed his wife"s hand.
"A cruel fate is separating us," he explained, "but try to endure it until I return. I"ll be on the other side of the fireplace."
Miss Patty came to the fire and stood warming her hands. I saw her sister watching her.
"What"s wrong with you, Pat?" she asked. "Oskar not behaving?"
"Don"t be silly," Miss Patty said. "I"m all right."
"She"s worked to death," Mrs. Sam put in. "Look at all of us. I"ll tell you I"m so tired these nights that by nine o"clock I"m asleep on my feet."
"I"m tired to death, but I don"t sleep," Miss Patty said. "I--I don"t know why."
"I do," her sister said. "If you weren"t so haughty, Pat, and would just own up that you"re sick of your bargain--"
"Dolly!" Miss Patty got red and then white.
"Oh, all right," Mrs. d.i.c.ky said, and shrugged her shoulders. "Only, I hate to see you make an idiot of yourself, when I"m so happy."
Mr. d.i.c.k made a move at that to go across the fireplace to her, but Mr.
Sam pushed him back where he was.
"You stay right there," he said. "Here"s Pierce now."
He came in smiling, and as he stood inside the door, brushing the snow off, it was queer to see how his eyes went around the circle until he"d found Miss Patty and stopped at her.
n.o.body answered his smile, and he came over to the fire beside Miss Patty.
"Great night!" he said, looking down at her. "There"s something invigorating in just breathing that wind."
"Do you think so?" Mrs. Sam said disagreeably. "Of course, we haven"t all got your shoulders."
"That"s so," he answered, turning to her. "I said you women should not come so far. We could have met in my sitting-room."
"You forget one thing," Mr. d.i.c.k put in disagreeably, "and that is that this meeting concerns me, and I can not very well go to YOUR sitting-room."
"Fact," said Mr. Pierce, "I"d forgotten about you for the moment."
"You generally do," Mr. d.i.c.k retorted. "If you want the truth, Pierce, I"m about tired of your high-handed methods."
Mr. Pierce set his jaw and looked down at him.
"Why? I"ve saved the place, haven"t I? Why, look here," he said, and pulled out a couple of letters, "these are the first fruits of those that weep--in other words, per aspera ad astra! Two new guests coming the last of the week--want to be put in training!"
Well, that was an argument n.o.body could find fault with, but their grievance was about themselves and they couldn"t forgive him. They turned on him in the most heartless way--even Miss Patty--and demanded that he give them special privileges--breakfast when they wanted it, and Mr. Sam the key to the bar. And he stood firm, as he had that day in the lobby, and let the storm beat around him, looking mostly at Miss Patty.
It was more than I could bear.