Mary-'Gusta Part 26
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The drummer winked. "That's all right," he observed. "You want to keep her, I don't doubt: but one of these days somebody else'll be wanting her more than you do. Mr. Right'll be coming along here some time and then--good night! She's young yet, but in a couple of years she'll be a queen and then--well, then maybe I'll stand a better chance of unloading those last summer caps the house has got in stock. Girls like her don't stay single and keep store; there's too much demand and not enough compet.i.tion. Gad! If I wasn't an antique and married already I don't know but I'd be getting into line. That's what!"
Captain Shadrach was inclined to be angry, but, although he would not have admitted it, he realized the truth of this frank statement.
Mary-'Gusta was pretty, she was more than that, and the line was already forming. Jimmie Bacheldor had long ago ceased to be a compet.i.tor; that friends.h.i.+p had ended abruptly at the time of David's narrow escape; but there were others, plenty of them. Daniel Higgins, son of Mr. Solomon Higgins, the local lumber dealer and undertaker, was severely smitten.
Dan was at work in Boston, where he was engaged in the cheerful and remunerative business of selling coffins for the American Casket Company. He was diligent and active and his future promised to be bright, at least so his proud father boasted. He came home for holidays and vacations and his raiment was anything but funereal, but Mary-'Gusta was not impressed either by the raiment or the personality beneath it.
She treated the persistent Daniel as a boy and a former schoolmate.
When he a.s.sumed manly airs she laughed at him and when he invited her to accompany him to the Cattle Show at Ostable she refused and said she was going with Uncle Zoeth.
Dan Higgins was not the only young fellow who found the store of Hamilton and Company an attractive lounging place. Some of the young gentlemen not permanent residents of South Harniss also appeared to consider it a pleasant place to visit on Summer afternoons. They came to buy, of course, but they remained to chat. Mary-'Gusta might have sailed or picknicked a good deal and in the best of company, socially speaking, if she had cared to do so. She did not so care.
"They don't want me, Uncle Shad," she said. "And I don't want to go."
"Course they want you," declared Shadrach, stoutly. "If they didn't want you they wouldn't ask you, 'tain't likely. And I heard that young Keith feller askin' you to go out sailin' with him this very afternoon."
"You didn't hear his sister ask me, did you? There, there, Uncle Shad, don't worry about me. I'm having a good time; a very much better time than if I went sailing with the Keiths."
"What's the matter with the Keiths? They're as nice folks as come to South Harniss."
"Of course they are."
"Well, then! And you're as good as they are, ain't you?"
"I hope so. Uncle Shad, why don't you wear a white flannel suit in hot weather? Mr. Keith, Sam's father, wore one at the church garden party the other day."
The Captain stared at her. "Why don't I wear--what?" he stammered.
"A white flannel suit. You're as good as Mr. Keith, aren't you?"
"I guess I am. I don't know why I ain't. But what kind of a question's that? I'd look like a plain fool tagged out in one of them things: anyway, I'd feel like one. I don't belong in a white flannel suit. I ain't no imitation dude."
"And I don't belong in Sam Keith's yacht. At least Mr. Keith and Edna would feel that I didn't. I don't want to be considered an imitation, either."
Shadrach shook his head. "You ain't like anybody else," he said. "You're a funny girl, Mary-'Gusta."
"I suppose I am; but I'm not as funny as I should be if I tried to BE somebody else. No, Uncle Shad, you'll just have to bear with me as I am, funniness and all."
A few days after this Keith, senior, came into the store. He was not arrayed in the white flannels but was wearing a rather shabby but very comfortable tweed jacket and trousers and a white canvas hat of the kind which Hamilton and Company sold for fifty cents. His s.h.i.+rt was of the soft-collared variety and his shoes were what South Harniss called "sneakers."
John Keith's visits to Cape Cod were neither very frequent nor lengthy.
His wife and family came in June and remained until late September, but his sojourns were seldom longer than a week at a time and there were intervals of a month or more between them. In Chicago he was the head of a large business and that business demanded close attention. When he left it he left his cares with it and enjoyed himself in his own way.
That way included old clothes, golf, a boat, and just as few tea and garden parties as his wife would permit.
He was planning a fis.h.i.+ng trip and had stopped at the store to buy some tobacco. The partners had gone home for dinner and Mary-'Gusta was tending shop. At that moment she was busy with the traveling representative of Messrs. Bernstein, Goldberg and Baun, of Providence, wholesale dealers in stationery, cards and novelties. The time was August, but Mr. Kron, the drummer, was already booking orders for the Christmas season. His samples were displayed upon the counter and he and Mary-'Gusta were deep in conversation.
"That's what you ought to have," declared Mr. Kron, with enthusiasm.
"Believe me, there's goin' to be some call for that line of stuff this year. The house can't turn 'em out fast enough."
"But what is it?" asked Mary-'Gusta. "What's it for?"
"It's a combination calendar and beauty-box," explained Mr. Kron. "Hang it on the wall by your bureau--see? In the mornin' you can't remember what day it is. All right, there's the calendar. Then you want to doll yourself up for--well, for the party you're goin' to--"
"The same morning?" interrupted Mary-'Gusta.
Mr. Kron grinned. He was a young man and this was his first trip in that section. His clothes were neither modest nor retiring and he, himself, did not suffer from these failings. Also he prided himself on having a way with the ladies, especially the younger ladies. And Mary-'Gusta was distinctly the most attractive young person he had met on this trip.
He laughed in appreciation of the joke.
"Say," he observed, admiringly, "you're up to the minute, ain't you!
You're some kidder, all right. Are there many more in this burg like you? If there are I'm goin' to move in and settle down. What?"
Mary-'Gusta did not laugh, nor did she answer. Instead, she turned to the gentleman who had entered the store.
"Good morning, Mr. Keith," she said. "Was there anything you wanted?"
Keith smiled. "No hurry," he said. "I've got a little time to kill and if you don't mind I'll kill it here. I'll sit down and wait, if I may.
That boatman of mine will be along pretty soon."
He took the chair by the door. Mr. Kron continued his exploitation of the combination calendar and beauty-box.
"You are goin' to a party," he went on, "either that night or that afternoon or sometime. Sure you are! Girls like you ain't handed the go-by on many parties in this neck of the woods--am I right? Well, then, when the time comes, you pull down the flap. There's your beauty-box, lookin'-gla.s.s, powder puff and powder, all complete. Now a novelty like that will sell--"
"We couldn't use it," interrupted Mary-'Gusta. "Show me something else."
Mr. Kron, disappointed but far from discouraged, showed her something else--many somethings. Concerning each he was enthusiastic, slangy, and familiar. Mary-'Gusta paid little attention to slang or enthusiasm; the familiarity she ignored utterly. She selected several of the novelties, a rather extensive line of Christmas cards, and in the matters of price and cash discounts was keen and businesslike. Keith watched and listened, at first with amus.e.m.e.nt, then with growing admiration for the girl's simplicity and good sense.
Mr. Kron's admiration was outspoken.
"Say," he said, as he repacked his samples, "you're a mighty clever buyer, do you know it? That line of stuff you've ordered is the cream, that's what it is. You made a mistake in not layin' in a dozen or two of those combination beauty-boxes, but that's all right. Here, have one for yourself. Take it with my compliments."
Mary-'Gusta declined. "No, thank you," she said.
"Why not? It don't come out of my pocket. The firm expects me to hand out little keepsakes like that. I've been plantin' 'em with the girls all the way down."
"No, thank you," she replied.
Mr. Kron, having finished his business as representative of Messrs.
Bernstein, Goldberg and Baun, attempted a stroke of his own.
"Say," he said, "I've got a little spare time on my hands this evenin'; I shan't make the next town until tomorrow. There's a new movie theater just opened over to Orham. They tell me it's all to the mustard. I can hire a rig here and you and me might drive over tonight and take it in.
What do you say, Kid?"
"No, thank you," said Mary-'Gusta again.
"But--"
"No, thank you. Good day."
She turned away to enter the order she had just given in a book on the desk. Mr. Kron tried again, but she did not appear to hear him. He grinned, observed "Oh, very well!" and, with a wink at Mr. Keith, went out, a suitcase in each hand.
Mary-'Gusta Part 26
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