The Portygee Part 45
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Fosd.i.c.k looked annoyed. "Oh, I say, Snow!" he cried. "That's too strong, altogether."
"Not a mite. It's what you've had in the back of your head all along.
I'm just helpin' it to come out of the front. Well, Al?"
The red spots were burning in the Speranza cheeks. He choked as he answered.
"No," he cried fiercely. "Of course I haven't planned on any such thing.
I don't know how rich she is. I don't care. I wish she was as poor as--as I am. I want HER, that's all. And she wants me. We don't either of us care about money. I wouldn't take a cent of your money, Mr.
Fosd.i.c.k. But I--I want Madeline and--and--I shall have her."
"In spite of her parents, eh?"
"Yes... . I'm sorry to speak so, Mr. Fosd.i.c.k, but it is true. We--we love each other. We--we've agreed to wait for each other, no matter--no matter if it is years and years. And as for the money and all that, if you disinherit her, or--or whatever it is they do--we don't care. I--I hope you will. I--she--"
Captain Zelotes' voice broke in upon the impa.s.sioned outburst.
"Steady, Al; steady, son," he cautioned quietly. "I cal'late you've said enough. I don't think any more's necessary. You'd better go back to your desk now."
"But, Grandfather, I want him to understand--"
"I guess likely he does. I should say you'd made it real plain. Go now, Al."
Albert turned, but, with a shaking hand upon the doork.n.o.b, turned back again.
"I'm--I--I'm sorry, Mr. Fosd.i.c.k," he faltered. "I--I didn't mean to say anything to hurt your feelings. But--but, you see, Madeline--she and I--we--"
He could not go on. Fosd.i.c.k's nod and answer were not unkindly. "All right, Speranza," he said, "I'm not offended. Hope I wasn't too blunt, myself. Good-day."
When the door had closed behind the young man he turned to Captain Lote.
"Sorry if I offended you, Snow," he observed. "I threw in that hint about marrying just to see what effect it would have, that's all."
"Um-hm. So I judged. Well, you saw, didn't you?"
"I did. Say, Captain, except as a prospective son-in-law, and then only because I don't see him in that light--I rather like that grandson of yours. He's a fine, upstanding young chap."
The captain made no reply. He merely pulled at his beard. However, he did not look displeased.
"He's a handsome specimen, isn't he?" went on Fosd.i.c.k. "No wonder Madeline fell for his looks. Those and the poetry together are a combination hard to resist--at her age. And he's a gentleman. He handled himself mighty well while I was stringing him just now."
The beard tugging continued. "Um-hm," observed Captain Zelotes dryly; "he does pretty well for a--South Harniss gentleman. But we're kind of wastin' time, ain't we, Mr. Fosd.i.c.k? In spite of his looks and his manners and all the rest, now that you've seen him you still object to that engagement, I take it."
"Why, yes, I do. The boy is all right, I'm sure, but--"
"Sartin, I understand. I feel the same way about your girl. She's all right, I'm sure, but--"
"We're agreed on everything, includin' the 'but.' And the 'but' is that New York is one place and South Harniss is another."
"Exactly."
"So we don't want 'em to marry. Fine. First rate! Only now we come to the most important 'but' of all. What are we going to do about it?
Suppose we say no and they say yes and keep on sayin' it? Suppose they decide to get married no matter what we say. How are we goin' to stop it?"
His visitor regarded him for a moment and then broke into a hearty laugh.
"Snow," he declared, "you're all right. You surely have the faculty of putting your finger on the weak spots. Of course we can't stop it. If these two young idiots have a mind to marry and keep that mind, they WILL marry and we can't prevent it any more than we could prevent the tide coming in to-morrow morning. _I_ realized that this was a sort of fool's errand, my coming down here. I know that this isn't the age when parents can forbid marriages and get away with it, as they used to on the stage in the old plays. Boys and girls nowadays have a way of going their own gait in such matters. But my wife doesn't see it in exactly that way, and she was so insistent on my coming down here to stop the thing if I could that--well, I came."
"I'm glad you did, Mr. Fosd.i.c.k, real glad. And, although I agree with you that the very worst thing to do, if we want to stop this team from pullin' together, is to haul back on the bits and holler 'Whoa,' still I'm kind of hopeful that, maybe ... humph! I declare, it looks as if I'd have to tell you another story. I'm gettin' as bad as Cap'n Hannibal Doane used to be, and they used to call him 'The Rope Walk' 'cause he spun so many yarns."
Fosd.i.c.k laughed again. "You may go as far as you like with your stories, Captain," he said. "I can grow fat on them."
"Thanks. Well, this ain't a story exactly; it just kind of makes the point I'm tryin' to get at. Calvin Bangs had a white mare one time and the critter had a habit of runnin' away. Once his wife, Hannah J., was in the buggy all by herself, over to the Ostable Fair, Calvin havin' got out to buy some peanuts or somethin'. The mare got scared of the noise and crowd and bolted. As luck would have it, she went right through the fence and out onto the trottin' track. And around that track she went, h.e.l.l bent for election. All hands was runnin' alongside hollerin' 'Stop her! Stop her! 'but not Calvin--no SIR! He waited till the mare was abreast of him, the mare on two legs and the buggy on two wheels and Hannah 'most anywheres between the dasher and the next world, and then he sung out: 'Give her her head, Hannah! Give her her head. She'll stop when she runs down.'"
He laughed and his visitor laughed with him.
"I gather," observed the New Yorker, "that you believe it the better policy to give our young people their heads."
"In reason--yes, I do. It's my judgment that an affair like this will hurry more and more if you try too hard to stop it. If you don't try at all so any one would notice it, it may run down and stop of itself, the way Calvin's mare did."
Fosd.i.c.k nodded reflectively. "I'm inclined to agree with you," he said.
"But does that mean that they're to correspond, write love letters, and all that?"
"Why, in reason, maybe. If we say no to that, they'll write anyhow, won't they?"
"Of course... . How would it do to get them to promise to write nothing that their parents might not see? Of course I don't mean for your grandson to show you his letters before he sends them to Madeline.
He's too old for that, and he would refuse. But suppose you asked him to agree to write nothing that Madeline would not be willing to show her mother--or me. Do you think he would?"
"Maybe. I'll ask him... . Yes, I guess likely he'd do that."
"My reason for suggesting it is, frankly, not so much on account of the young people as to pacify my wife. I am not afraid--not very much afraid of this love affair. They are young, both of them. Give them time, and--as you say, Snow, the thing may run down, peter out."
"I'm in hopes 'twill. It's calf love, as I see it, and I believe 'twill pay to give the calves rope enough."
"So do I. No, I'm not much troubled about the young people. But Mrs.
Fosd.i.c.k--well, my trouble will be with her. She'll want to have your boy shot or jailed or hanged or something."
"I presume likely. I guess you'll have to handle her the way another feller who used to live here in South Harniss said he handled his wife.
'We don't never have any trouble at all,' says he. 'Whenever she says yes or no, I say the same thing. Later on, when it comes to doin', I do what I feel like.' ... Eh? You're not goin', are you, Mr. Fosd.i.c.k?"
His visitor had risen and was reaching for his coat. Captain Zelotes also rose.
"Don't hurry, don't hurry," he begged.
"Sorry, but I must. I want to be back in New York tomorrow morning."
"But you can't, can you? To do that you'll have to get up to Boston or Fall River, and the afternoon train's gone. You'd better stay and have supper along with my wife and me, stay at our house over night, and take the early train after breakfast to-morrow."
"I wish I could; I'd like nothing better. But I can't."
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