Through the dinner hour Mrs. Trevor did not speak of the fight. By that Art knew he was approaching a crisis. Up to this time, his mother had never hesitated to discipline him for shortcomings. Each minute his depression deepened. The meal over, he made no attempt to leave the house. When his mother took up the evening paper Art retired3 to a far corner of the porch with a magazine.
Now and then he would glance at the hall[62] clock. While he looked the third time the deep gong sounded seven. He took a deep breath—only one more hour.
Art had no way of knowing what had befallen his friends. Not a boy had passed the house. If Old Walter had visited all the boys’ homes, Art suspected that more than one domestic tragedy must have been enacted4 already.
Just as the twilight5 began to make reading difficult, Art heard a slow and familiar footstep. It was Alex Conyers. But the low-spirited boy on the porch neither looked up nor gave salutation. Alex walked slowly as if burdened with troubles of his own. At the lawn step he looked up, seemed to hesitate, and then passed on.
“Alexander,” called Mrs. Trevor in a low voice, “is that you?”
“Yes’m.”
“I’d like to see you.”
Connie, hat in hand, ascended6 the steps with the liveliness of a pallbearer. He glanced toward the end of the porch where Art sat, apparently8 engrossed9 in his magazine.
“Yes’m,” looking intently across the street.
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“Did Marshal Walter speak to your parents?”
“What did your father think about it?”
Mrs. Trevor did not smile. Then to Connie’s consternation13, he knew that Mrs. Trevor was wiping a tear from her cheek.
“But that wasn’t all,” Connie added hastily. “He told me how he had hoped I wouldn’t grow up like that. I told him I was sorry,” and Connie’s voice quivered a little. “Anyway I can’t go near the river again this summer—fishin’ nor swimmin’ nor nothin’.”
“With whom were you fighting?” went on Mrs. Trevor.
At this question Connie twisted his cap, looked up in confusion and then at the floor in silence.
“You don’t want to tell?”
“No’m.”
“Didn’t Marshal Walter ask you?”
“Not yet.”
“Are you going to tell him when he does?”
“No’m.”
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“Why not?”
“’Cause he might take ’em up.”
“And you think you are right?”
“What good’d it do? If he arrested ’em an’ the judge fined ’em they’d have to go to jail.”
“Well, you seem to like to associate with them. You boys appear to enjoy their society. You could all be together.”
“Together?” repeated Connie in an alarmed voice, while Art’s magazine fell to the floor.
“Certainly,” went on Mrs. Trevor. “The marshal says he is going to ask the mayor if he shouldn’t arrest all of you. I suppose that means you’ll all be put in jail.”
Connie adjusted his collar. “I think I’ve got to go now, Mrs. Trevor,” he said at last. “It’s getting late.”
“Good night, Alexander,” replied Mrs. Trevor softly. “I feel sorry for you and your friends.”
As Connie departed, with neither word nor look for his pal7 in disgrace, Mrs. Trevor started down the steps.
“I’m going to the train, Arthur, to meet your father.”
“Shan’t I come with you?” Art asked.
“No. I want to meet your father alone and[65] prepare him for the reception you have arranged for him.”
This was the last straw. When a little later the repentant14 Art heard the hollow blasts of the eight-o’clock express he was stretched on a couch in the living room. There was a lump in his throat and he felt as if he had lost every interest in life.
Connie’s talk had not made Art’s troubles lighter15. Art realized that his pal’s disgrace and punishment was due to himself more than to Connie. Finally, to relieve his troubled conscience, he set his teeth together and hurried to the telephone. Art called up the Conyers home and Alex’s father answered the telephone.
“This is Arthur Trevor, Mr. Conyers,” Art hastily began, “an’ I want to tell you what we did to-day. Yes, our fightin’. Well, Connie ain’t to blame like I am. But you don’t understand. He ain’t a scrapper16 an’ he didn’t want to go an’ he tried to keep the gang from goin’. If we’d done like he wanted, there wouldn’t nothin’ ’a’ happened. But I egged him on. Yes, I know I’d oughtn’t an’ it was my fault. Connie argued ever’ way to keep us out o’ trouble an’ we just pulled him in. An’ that[66] ain’t all. He wouldn’t ’a’ got into no fight himself at all if he hadn’t tried to keep me from fightin’. An’ then they jumped on his back an’ he had to scrap17. It was my fault all through.”
There was some conversation, Mr. Conyers’ part of which seemed to indicate that he wasn’t at all certain of Alexander’s innocence18, even in part. Then he appeared to give Art a few words of advice and the interview ended. There was no suggestion that Connie’s punishment would be made lighter.
Art heard voices outside just then, and bracing19 himself as well as he could, he went out to greet his father. At sight of the latter the boy forgot the coming interview, and threw himself into his parent’s arms. Then, in the joy of his father’s return, Art grabbed the bags and led the way gayly into the house. His father was as smiling and good-natured as usual.
As the excitement of the home-coming lessened20 into questions and answers, the little family returned to the porch. There was not a word of rebuke21 for the boy. Mr. Trevor began at once a narration22 of his troubles and experiences and the neighbors began to drop in.
Not one of them referred to the catastrophe[67] of the afternoon—although many of the visitors were parents of the humiliated23 young aviators24. When Mrs. Trevor at last suggested refreshments25 (which she had prepared for the occasion) and Art was called upon to assist in the serving, the boy never performed a home service more willingly. He began to hope he might not be wholly put out of his parents’ regard.
About eleven o’clock the last visitor withdrew and Mrs. Trevor went into the house. A premonition came over the boy and he started after his mother.
“Arthur,” called Mr. Trevor. “I want to see you.”
“Arthur, your mother has told me all that took place this afternoon. Have you anything to say about it?”
“I suppose not, sir. Except, I’m sorry.”
“Was your trip over the river prearranged? That is, did you go expecting a fight?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you were one of the leaders?”
“Yes, sir. I reckon I was the leader.”
“What was your object?”
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“We were goin’ to hold an aeroplane meet an’ the Goosetowners dared us.”
“Sit down,” said Mr. Trevor. As Art did so his father faced him. “Arthur,” he went on, “I suppose you are expecting some punishment?”
“I suppose so; I reckon I deserve it.”
“I’m not going to punish you. However, you have hurt your mother and me.”
Art’s eyes opened wide. “We have been proud of you. We have been counting on you to grow into a high-grade young man. This weakness disappoints us more than you know.”
“I didn’t think I was weak,” replied Art. “I fought fair an’ square. An’ they started the trouble.”
“That’s always the town tough’s excuse,” replied Mr. Trevor, raising his hand in protest. “It’s what the saloon brawler27 tells you. He’s always in the right of it.”
“Well,” said Art, trying to win a little sympathy, “I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment.”
“I’m glad you’re sorry,” responded his father. “It would be a heavy blow to our hopes for your future if we thought you were going to grow up to be a tough.”
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“You always told me to be brave,” urged Art, rather hopelessly.
“Exactly,” said his father. “I’d be proud to see you defend your mother from the attack of a thief. I’d be glad to see you risk your life to save that of another. But would it be brave to goad28 a lunatic into a frenzy29 that you might punish him for assaulting you?”
“These kids ain’t lunatics,” answered Art.
“Of course not,” exclaimed his father. “But they are deficient30 intellectually. They have no precise standards of right and wrong. These poor boys have never had the advantage of the training you have had. Instead of trying to help them you have only dropped to their level. Like stray dogs, kicked about by misfortune, they snarl31 at every passer-by. Is it kindness to throw yourself in their path to be snarled32 at?”
It was an elaborate figure of speech and Art did not, perhaps, get its full meaning. But he thought it was safe to answer “No, sir,” which he did very humbly33. Then breaking down completely he added: “You’d better lick me, father. I got ever’body in trouble. Connie tried to stop me but I got him in. An’ he’s been punished. You’d better lick me.”[70] Even the sound of his son blowing his nose vigorously did not seem to move Mr. Trevor.
“Why should I punish you?” resumed Mr. Trevor thoughtfully. “You are old enough to know right from wrong.”
“Do you think I’m really bad?” asked Art huskily. “I didn’t know I was so much worse than the other kids.”
“That’s it, Arthur,” answered his father. “As I get older I begin to wonder why so many boys seem to take more pleasure in being vicious than in being frank and generous. But,” and he almost sighed, “it seems boys have always been that way.” Then frankly34 he added: “I was. I was bad. I wasted my time. Nothing you have done to-day was beyond me when I was your age. Later I had to pay for it and dearly. But I knew no better. There was no one to advise me. I neglected school. I formed habits that I was years in breaking. Your mother and I have told you, often told you, that a helping35 hand to those below you and respect for those above you are the two things worth while. Can’t you realize that we know?”
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“Boys are boys,” his father resumed after a time. “Perhaps you are no better and no worse than your chums. Perhaps it is our fault—their fathers and mothers. I feel that I have been wrong. We have all allowed you boys to drift. You’ve got to do something, you’ve got to be busy in a good direction, or you’ll go in a bad direction. I’m going to do more for you if I can.”
“What do you mean?” asked the surprised Art.
“To-morrow is Sunday,” continued his father. “I want you to invite all your chums to our house for tea. I’d like to talk to them.”
“What about?” broke in Art somewhat alarmed. “I guess they’ve all been talked to already.”
“Ask them to tea at five o’clock,” repeated his father. “I’m not going to scold them or preach to them.”
“All of them?” asked Art.
“All the members of your club.”
“I don’t think I can ask one of ’em.” The boy hesitated. “Sammy Addington’s been expelled.”
“What for?”
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“We didn’t think he fought fair.”
“What did he do?”
“He had a rock and he slugged a boy.”
“Ask him first. And be sure he comes. This is not a club meeting,” said Mr. Trevor.
“Father,” exclaimed the boy leaning forward as a new wave of fear swept over him, “you ain’t goin’ to punish me before all the boys, are you?”
“My son,” replied Mr. Trevor placing his hand on one of Art’s, “I think you have had all the punishment you’ll need. I hardly know whether it would be right to say I’m going to forget what you’ve done, but I’m going to forgive you.”
As Art’s head fell upon his father’s knees his mother stepped from the dark hallway and took the distressed38 lad in her arms. At the same moment his father, a little disturbed himself, handed the boy a small mahogany box.
“Now that we understand ourselves, Arthur,” he announced, “here is a little present for our ‘new’ boy. It is an English watch. I hope it will always recall this day and be a sign of our new confidence in our only boy.”
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