This Gedney was a slovenly3 and mumbling4 old man, the leading characteristics of whose appearance were an unshaven jaw5, a general shininess and disorder6 of apparel, and a great deal of tobacco-juice. It was still remembered that in his youth he had promised to be an important figure at the bar and in politics. His failure had been exceptionally obvious and complete, but for some occult reason Thessaly had a soft corner in its heart for him, even when his estate bordered upon the disreputable, and for many years had been in the habit of electing him to be one of its justices of the peace. The functions of this office he avowedly7 employed in the manner best calculated to insure the livelihood8 which his fellow-citizens expected him to get out of it. His principal judicial9 maxim10 was never to find a verdict against the party to a suit who was least liable to pay him his costs. If justice could be made to fit with this rule, so much the better for justice. But, in any event, the ’squire must look out primarily for his costs. He made no concealment11 of this theory and practice; and while some citizens who took matters seriously were indignant about it, the great majority merely laughed and said the old man had got to live somehow, and voted good-naturedly for him next time.
If Calvin Gedney owed much to the amiability12 and friendly feeling of his fellow-townsmen, he repaid the debt but poorly in kind. No bitterer or more caustic13 tongue than his wagged in all Dearborn County. When he was in a companiable mood, and stood around in the cigar store and talked for the delectation of the boys of an evening, the range and scope of his personal sneers14 and sarcasms15 would expand under the influence of applauding laughter, until no name, be it never so honored, was sacred from his attack, save always one—that of Minster. There was a popular understanding that Stephen Minster had once befriended Gedney, and that that accounted for the exception; but this was rendered difficult of credence16 by the fact that so many other men had befriended Gedney, and yet now served as targets for his most rancorous jeers17. Whatever the reason may have been, however, the ’squire’s affection for the memory of Stephen Minster, and his almost defiant18 reverence19 for the family he had left behind, were known to all men, and regarded as creditable to him.
Perhaps this was in some way accountable for the fact that the ’squire remained year after year in old Mr. Clarke’s will as an executor, long after he had ceased to be regarded as a responsible person by the village at large, for Mr. Clarke also was devoted20 to the Minsters. At all events, he was so named in the will, in conjunction with a non-legal brother of the deceased, and it was in this capacity that he addressed some remarks to Mr. Horace Boyce when he handed over to him the Minster papers. The scene was a small and extremely dirty chamber21 off the justice’s court-room, furnished mainly by a squalid sofa-bed, a number of empty bottles on the bare floor, and a thick overhanging canopy22 of cobwebs.
“Here they are,” said the ’squire, expectorating indefinitely among the bottles, “and God help ’em! What it all means beats me.”
“I guess you needn’t worry, Cal,” answered Horace lightly, in the easily familiar tone which Thessaly always adopted toward its unrespected magistrate23. “You’d better come out and have a drink; then you’ll see things brighter.”
“Damn your impudence24, you young cub25!” shouted the ’squire, flaming up into sudden and inexplicable26 wrath27. “Who are you calling ‘Cal’? By the Eternal, when I was your age, I’d have as soon bitten off my tongue as dared call a man of my years by his Christian28 name! I can remember your great-grandfather, the judge, sir. I was admitted before he died; and I tell you, sir, that if it had been possible for me to venture upon such a piece of cheek with him, he’d have taken me over his knee, by Gawd! and walloped me before the whole assembled bar of Dearborn County!”
The old man had worked himself up into a feverish29 reminiscence of his early stump-speaking days, and he trembled and spluttered over his concluding words with unwonted excitement.
Horace felt disposed to laugh. People always did laugh at “Cal” Gedney, and laugh most when he grew strenuous30.
“You’d better get the drink first,” he said, putting the box under his arm, “and then free your mind.”
“I’ll see you food for worms, first!” shouted the ’squire, still furiously. “You’ve got your papers, and I’ve got my opinion, and that’s all there is ’twixt you and me. There’s the door that the carpenters made, and I guess they were thinking of you when they made it.”
“Upon my word, you’re amusing this morning, ’squire,” said Horace, looking with aroused interest at the vehement31 justice. “What’s the matter with you? Don’t your clothes fit you? Come around to the house and I’ll rig you up in some new ones.”
The ’squire began with a torrent32 of explosive profanity, framed in gestures which almost threatened personal violence. All at once he stopped short, looked vacantly at the floor, and then sat down on his bed, burying his face in his hands. From the convulsive clinching33 of his fingers among the grizzled, unkempt locks of hair, and the heaving of his chest, Horace feared he was going to have a fit, and, advancing, put a hand on his shoulder.
The ’squire shook it off roughly, and raised his haggard, deeply-furrowed face. It was a strong-featured countenance34 still, and had once been handsome as well, but what it chiefly said to Horace now was that the old man couldn’t stand many more such nights of it as this last had evidently been.
“Come, ’squire, I didn’t want to annoy you. I’m sorry if I did.”
“You insulted me,” said the old man, with a dignity which quavered into pathos35 as he added: “I’ve got so low now, by Gawd, that even you can insult me!”
Horace smiled at the impracticability of all this. “What the deuce is it all about, anyway?” he asked. “What have you got against me? I’ve always been civil to you, haven’t I?”
“You’re no good,” was the justice’s concise36 explanation.
The young man laughed outright37. “I daresay you’re right,” he said, pleasantly, as one humors a child. “Now will you come out and have a drink?”
“I’ve not been forty-four years at the bar for nothing—”
“I should think not! Whole generations of barkeepers can testify to that.”
“I can tell,” went on the old man, ignoring the jest, and rising from the bed as he spoke38; “I can tell when a man’s got an honest face. I can tell when he means to play fair. And I wouldn’t trust you one inch farther, Mr. Horace Boyce, than I could throw a bull by the tail. I tell you that, sir, straight to your teeth.”
Horace, still with the box snugly39 under his arm, had sauntered out into the dark and silent courtroom. He turned now, half smiling, and said:
“Third and last call—do you want a drink?”
The old man’s answer was to slam the door in his face with a noise which rang in reverberating40 echoes through the desolate41 hall of justice. Horace, still smiling, went away.
The morning had lapsed42 into afternoon, and succeeding hours had brought the first ashen43 tints44 of dusk into the winter sky, before the young man completed his examination of the Minster papers. He had taken them to his own room in his father’s house, sending word to the office that he had a cold and would not come down that day; and it was behind a locked door that he had studied the documents which stood for millions. On a sheet of paper he made certain memoranda45 from time to time, and now that the search was ended, he lighted a fresh cigar, and neatly46 reduced these to a little tabular statement:
0196
When Horace had finished this he felt justified47 in helping48 himself to some brandy and soda49. It was the most interesting and important computation upon which he had ever engaged, and its noble proportions grew upon him momentarily as he pondered them and sipped50 his drink. More than two and a quarter millions lay before his eyes, within reach of his hand. Was it not almost as if they were his? And of course this did not represent everything. There was sundry51 village property that he knew about; there would be bank accounts, minor52 investments and so on, quite probably raising the total to nearly or quite two millions and a half. Oh, to think of it!
And he had only put things down at par1 values. The telegraph stock was quoted at a trifle less, just now, but if there had been any Minster Iron-works stock for sale, it would command a heavy premium53. The scattering54 investments, too, which yielded an average of five per cent., must be worth a good deal more than their face. What he didn’t like about the thing was that big block of Thessaly Manufacturing Company stock. That seemed to be earning nothing at all; he could find no record of dividends55, or, in truth, any information whatever about it. Where had he heard about that company before? The name was curiously56 familiar to his mind; he had been told something about it—by whom?
All at once it flashed upon him. That was the company of which the mysterious Judge Wendover was president. Tenney had talked about it; Tenney had told him that he would hear a good deal about it before long.
As these reflections rose in the young man’s mind, the figures which he had written down on the paper seemed to diminish in size and significance. It was a queer notion, but he couldn’t help feeling that the millions had somehow moved themselves farther back, out of his reach. The thought of these two men—of the gray-eyed, thin-lipped, abnormally smart Tenney, and of that shadowy New York financier who shared his secrets—made him nervous. They had a purpose, and he was more or less linked to it and to them, and Heaven only knew where he might be dragged in the dark. He finished his glass and resolved that he would no longer remain in the dark. To-morrow he would see Tenney and Mrs. Minster and Reuben, and have a clear understanding all around.
There came sharp and loud upon his door a peremptory57 knocking, and Horace with a swift movement slipped the paper on which he had made the figures into the box, and noiselessly closed the cover. Then he opened the door, and discovered before him a man whom for the instant, in the dim light of the hall, he did not recognize. The man advanced a step, and then Horace saw that it was—strangely changed and unlike himself—his father!
“I didn’t hear you come in,” said the young man, vaguely58 confused by the altered appearance of the General, and trying in some agitation59 of mind to define the change and to guess what it portended60.
“They told me you were here,” said the father, moving lumpishly forward into the room, and sinking into a chair. “I’m glad of it. I want to talk to you.”
His voice had suddenly grown muffled61, as if with age or utter weariness. His hands lay palm upward and inert62 on his fat knees, and he buried his chin in his collar helplessly. The gaze which he fastened opaquely63 upon the waste-paper basket, and the posture64 of his relaxed body, suggested to Horace a simple explanation. Evidently this was the way his delightful65 progenitor66 looked when he was drunk. It was not a nice sight.
“Wouldn’t it be better to go to bed now, and talk afterward67?” said the young man, with asperity68.
The General looked up at his son. He clearly understood the purport69 of the question, and gathered his brows at first in a half-scowl. Then the humor of the position appealed to him, and he smiled instead—a grim and terrifying smile which seemed to darken rather than illumine his purplish face.
“Did you think I was drunk, that you should say that?” he asked, with the ominous70 smile still on his lips. He added, more slowly, and with something of his old dignity: “No—I’m merely ruined!”
“It has come, has it?” The young man heard himself saying these words, but they sounded as if they had issued from other lips than his. He had schooled himself for a fortnight to realize that his father was actually insolvent71, yet the shock seemed to find him all unprepared.
“Then you expected it? You knew about it?”
“Tenney told me last month that it must come, sooner or later.”
The General offered an invocation as to Mr. Tenney’s present existence and future state which, solemnly impressive though it was, may not be set down here.
“So I say, too, if you like,” answered Horace, beginning to pace the room. “But that will hardly help us just now. Tell me just what has happened.”
“Sit down, then: you make me nervous, tramping about like that. The villain72 simply asked me to step into the office for a minute, and then took out his note-book, cool as a cucumber. ‘I thought I’d call your attention to how things stand between us.’ he said, as if I’d been a country customer who was behindhand with his paper. Then the scoundrel calmly went on to say that my interest in the partnership73 was worth less than nothing; that I already owed him more than the interest would come to, if the business were sold out, and that he would like to know what I proposed to do about it. By Heaven! that’s what he said to me, and I sat there and listened to him.”
“What did you say?”
“I told him what I thought of him. He hasn’t heard so much straight, solid truth about himself before since he was weaned, I’ll bet!”
“But what good was that? He isn’t the sort who minds that kind of thing. What did you tell him you would do?”
“Break his infernal skull74 for him if he ever spoke to me again!”
Horace almost smiled, as he felt how much older he was than this red-faced, white-haired boy, who could fight and drink and tell funny stories, world without end, but was powerless to understand business even to the extent of protecting his interest in a hardware store. But the tendency to smile was painfully short-lived; the subject was too serious.
“Well, tell me, then, what you are going to do!”
“Good God!” broke forth75 the General, raising his head again. “What can I do! Crawl into a hole and die somewhere, I should think. I don’t see anything else. But before I do, mark me, I’ll have a few minutes alone with that scoundrel, in his office, in the street, wherever I can find him; and if I don’t fix him up so that his own mother won’t know him, then my name isn’t ‘Vane’ Boyce!”
“Tut-tut,” said the prudent76 lawyer of the family. “Men don’t die because they fail in the hardware business, and this isn’t Kentucky. We don’t thrash our enemies up here in the North. Do you want me to see Tenney?”
“I suppose so—if you can stomach a talk with the whelp. He said something, too, about talking it over with you, but I was too raving77 mad to listen. Have you had any dealings with him?”
“Nothing definite. We’ve discussed one or two little things—in the air—that is all.”
The General rose and helped himself to some neat brandy from his son’s liqueur-stand. “Well, if you do—you hear me—he’ll singe78 you clean as a whistle. By God, he won’t leave so much as a pin-feather on you!”
Horace smiled incredulously. “I rather think I can take care of Mr. Schuyler Tenney,” said he, with a confident front. “I’ll go down and see him now, if you like, and don’t you worry yourself about it. I daresay I can straighten it out all right. The best thing you can do is to say nothing at all about your affairs to anybody. It might complicate79 matters if he heard that you had been publicly proclaiming your intention of beating him into a jelly. I don’t know, but I can fancy that he might not altogether like that. And, above all things, don’t get down on your luck. I guess we can keep our heads above water, Tenney or no Tenney.”
The young man felt that it was distinctly decent of him to thus assume responsibility for the family, and did not look to see the General take it so much as a matter of course. But that distinguished80 soldier had quite regained81 his spirits, and smacked82 his lips over a second glass of brandy with smiling satisfaction, as if Tenney had already been turned out of the hardware store, neck and crop.
“All right! You go ahead, and let him have it from the shoulder. Give him one for me, while you’re about it,” he said, with his old robust83 voice and hearty84 manner all come back again. The elasticity85 of this stout86 man’s temperament87 was a source of perpetual wonderment to his slender son.
Yet Horace, too, had much the same singular capacity for shaking off trouble, and he saw matters in quite a hopeful light as he strode along down toward Main Street. Clearly Tenney had only meant to frighten the General.
He found his father’s partner in the little office boxed off the store, and had a long talk with him—a talk prolonged, in fact, until after business hours. When he reflected upon this conversation during his homeward journey, he could recall most distinctly that he had told Tenney everything about the Minsters which the search of the papers revealed. Somehow, the rest of the talk had not seemed to be very important. Tenney had laughed lightly when the question of the General came up, and said: “Oh, you needn’t bother about that. I only wanted him to know how things stood. He can go on as long as he likes; that is, of course, if you and I continue to work together.” And Horace had said that he was much obliged, and would be glad to work with Mr. Tenney—and really that had been the sum of the whole conversation.
Or yes, there had been one other thing. Tenney had said that it would be best now to tell Reuben Tracy that Mrs. Minster had turned over her affairs to him—temporarily, at least—but not to discuss them with him at all, and not to act as if he thought they were of special importance.
Horace felt that this could easily be done. Reuben was the least suspicious man in the world, and the matter might be so stated to him that he would never give it a second thought.
The General received over the supper-table the tidings that no evil was intended to him, much as his son had expected him to; that is, with perfectly88 restored equanimity89. He even admitted that Tenney was within his rights to speak as he did, and that there should be no friction90 provoked by any word or act of his.
“I don’t like the man, you know,” he said, between mouthfuls, “but it’s just as well that I should stick by him. He’s skinned me dry, and my only chance is now to keep friendly with him, in the hope that when he begins skinning other people he’ll let me make myself good out of the proceeds.”
This worldly wisdom, emanating91 from such an unlikely source, surprised the young man, and he looked up with interest to his father’s face, red-shining under the lamplight.
“I mean what I say,” continued the General, who ate with unfailing gusto as he talked. “Tenney as much as said that to me himself, awhile ago.”
Horace nodded with comprehension. He had thought the aphorism92 too concise and strong for his father’s invention.
“And I could guess with my eyes shut how he’s going to do it,” the elder Boyce went on. “He’s got a lot of the stock of the Thessaly Manufacturing Company, the one that’s built the rolling mills in connection with the Minster iron-works, and the rest of the stock is held in New York; and some fine day the New Yorkers will wake up and find themselves cleaned out. Oh, I know Mr. Tenney’s little ways!”
The General wagged his round head upon its thick neck with complacency at his superior insight, but Horace finished his supper in silence. He did not see very far into the millstone yet, but already he guessed that the stockholders who were to be despoiled93 lived in Thessaly and not New York. A strange, amorphous94 vision of the looting of the millions arose like a mirage95 between him and the shaded lamplight, and he looked into its convolving vortex half in terror, half in trembling fascination96.
Suddenly he felt himself impelled97 to say—why he could not tell—“I might as well speak to you about it. It is my ambition to marry Miss Kate Minster. I think I shall succeed.”
The General almost upset his chair in his eagerness to rise, lean over the table, and shake hands with his son.
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