IX ALL ABOUT THE POOR BRAKEMAN
Mr. Potter was very miserable1 indeed on the edge of his chair, and twirling his hat dreadfully; and for the first moment after the handsome old gentleman spoke2 to him, he had nothing to say.
Old Mr. King was asking him for the third time, “You found out all about poor Jim's family, eh?”
At last he emerged from his fit of embarrassment3 enough to reply, “Yes, sir.”
“Now that is very good,” the old gentleman cried approvingly, and wiped his face vigorously after his effort, “very good indeed, Mr. Potter.”
Hiram Potter now followed up his first attempt to find his voice; and trying to forget the handsome surroundings that had so abashed4 him, he went on now quite glibly5.
“You see, sir, there's six of 'em—Jim's children.”
“Dear me!” ejaculated old Mr. King.122
“Yes, sir, there are.” Mr. Potter's hat began to twirl uneasily again. “And the wife—she ain't strong, just got up from rheumatic fever.”
“That's bad—very bad,” said Mr. King.
“Those three boys of his are good,” said Mr. Potter, brightening up a bit in the general gloom; “and the biggest one says he's going to be a brakeman just like his father. But the mother wants 'em all to go to school. You see, that's what Jim was working for.”
“And the girl who wanted to play on the piano?” broke in Polly eagerly. Then she blushed rosy6 red. “Oh, forgive me, Grandpapa, for interrupting,” and she hid her face on old Mr. King's arm.
“I was just going to ask about that girl, myself,” said Grandpapa promptly7. “Tell us about her, Mr. Potter, if you please.”
Hiram Potter set his hat carefully on the floor beside his chair. It was his Sunday hat, and evidently that, with his best clothes which he had donned in honor of the occasion, were objects of great care. He scratched his head and thought deeply. “Well, now, you see, sir,” he said slowly, “that's almost a hopeless case, and I wish, as sure as I sit here, that girl hadn't never123 thought of piano music. But it's born in her, the mother said; the girl's grandfather was a musician in the old home in Germany, and so she can't help it. Why, she's just so crazy about it, she'll drum all up and down the kitchen table to make believe that——”
“Oh Grandpapa!” cried Polly in the greatest excitement, and hopping8 up and down by his side, “that's just as I used to do in the little brown house,—the very same way, Grandpapa, you know.”
“Yes, she did, father,” cried Jasper, bobbing his head scarcely less excited, just as if old Mr. King hadn't heard the story many times.
Mr. Potter, for want of something to do to express his amazement9, picked up his hat, stroked it, and set it down again, staring with all his might.
“So you did, Polly; so you did, my child,” cried Grandpapa, taking her hands in both of his, and looking down into her shining eyes; “well, well, to be sure. Now, Jasper, get the tablet, and write down the address of Jim's family as quickly as you can, my boy.”
So Jasper ran over to the library table, and brought back the tablet and pencil hanging to it; and pretty soon Jim's home was all described124 thus: “Mrs. James Corcoran, 5 Willow10 Court—third house from Haven11 Street.”
“It's kinder hard to find,” observed Mr. Potter slowly, “because Willow Court runs into Haven Street criss-cross, and this number isn't on the house; it's got rubbed off; but if you follow up No. 3, and come up carefully, why, there you'll be where No. 5 was.”
“Oh dear me!” said Mr. King. “Well, you may describe the house, for I am going down there to-morrow, and I certainly do not wish to waste my time walking about.”
Polly and Jasper looked so very decidedly “Oh, may we go too?” that the old gentleman added quickly, “And my young people will accompany me,” which really left nothing more to be desired at present.
“Well, it's a yellow house,” said Mr. Potter, thinking very hard, “that is, it is in spots, where the paint is on; and it's low, and runs down to the back, and sets sideways. But I tell you how you'll know it. She's got—Mrs. Jim Corcoran has—the greatest lot of flowers in her window. They're chock full, sir.”
“I shall know it, then,” cried Polly in great satisfaction.125
“I think there's no danger, sir, but what we will find the place all right.” Old Mr. King was fumbling13 in his pocket in great perplexity. “It never would do,” he decided12, pulling his hand out. “No, I must contrive14 to send him something. Well, now—hem15—Mr. Potter,” he said aloud, “and where do you live? Quite near, I presume?”
“Oh, just the other end of the town, sir,” said Mr. Potter. “I live on Acorn16 Street.”
“Acorn Street?” repeated Mr. King, wrinkling his brows, “and where may that be, pray tell?”
“It's over at the South End, sir; it runs off from Baker17 Street and Highland18 Square.”
“Oh yes, yes,” said the old gentleman, without much more idea than before.
“I know where it is, father,” said Jasper. “Dear me! You've had to take a good bit of time to get all this information, Mr. Potter.”
Mr. Potter looked down busily on the carpet, trying not to think how tired his feet were, saving some car-fare for their owner.
“Well, now what number?” The old gentleman seeming to desire his whole address, that was soon given too,—“23 Acorn Street, South End.”126
“And I suppose you have a family?” went on the old gentleman, determined19 to find out all there was to it, now he had commenced.
The little clerk began to hem and to haw, behind his hand. “No, sir, I haven't; that is, yes, I have considerable—I mean my four sisters, sir; we all live together.”
“Oh—ah!” replied Mr. King. “Well, now thank you very much, Mr. Potter; and as your time is valuable, and should be paid for,”—he tucked a bill within the nervous hands.
“Oh, I couldn't take it, sir,” cried Hiram Potter, greatly distressed20.
“But it's your due. Why, man, I shouldn't have asked you to take all this trouble, and spend so much time after I've found you had so far to go.” Mr. King was really becoming irate21 now, so that the little clerk didn't dare to say more. “Bless me! Say no more—say no more!”
The little clerk was too much frightened to think of another word; and finding that the interview was considered closed, he picked up his hat, and in some way, he could never remember how, he soon found himself out of the handsome house, and skipping off nimbly in the fresh air, which quite revived him.127
“I could offer him only a trifle,” old Mr. King was saying, “only what might repay him for his trouble and time to-night. But I shall speak to Fraser about him to-morrow, Jasper. That agent of mine is, curiously22 enough, in want of a clerk just at this time, and I know this little man can fit in very well, and it will get him away from that beastly office. Four sisters—oh my goodness! Well, Fraser must give him enough to take care of them.”
“Oh, how fine, father!” exclaimed Jasper with kindling23 eyes. “And then the girl that wants to learn to play on the piano.”
“Oh dear me, yes!” Old Mr. King burst into a merry laugh. “I must look after that little girl, or Polly won't speak to me, I am afraid. Will you, Polly, my child?” He drew her close to him, and kissed her blooming cheek.
“I am so very glad you are going to look out for her, Grandpapa,” she cried, “because you know I did feel so dreadfully when I used to drum on the table in the little brown house,” she confessed.
“I know—I know, child.” Grandpapa's face fell badly, and he held her very close. It always broke him up to hear the Peppers tell of the hard128 times in the little brown house, and Polly hastened to add brightly, “And then you came, Grandpapa dear, and you made it all just beautiful—oh Grandpapa!” and she clung to him, unable to say more.
“Yes, yes, so I did—so I did,” cried the old gentleman delightedly, quite happy again, and stroking the brown hair. “Well, Polly, my girl, it isn't anything to the good times we are always going to have. And to-morrow, you and I must go down to see after poor Jim's family.”
“And Jasper?” cried Polly, poking24 up her head from old Mr. King's protecting arm; “he must go too, Grandpapa.”
“And Jasper? Why, we couldn't do anything without him, Polly,” said the old gentleman in such a tone that Jasper threw back his head very proudly; “of course my boy must go too.”
And the next day, Pickering Dodge25, who thought he had some sort of a claim on Jasper for the afternoon, came running up the steps, two at a time. And he looked so horribly disappointed, that old Mr. King said, “Why don't you take him, Jasper, along with us?”
Jasper, who would have much preferred to go129 alone with his father and Polly, swallowed his vexation, and said, “All right;” and when he saw Pickering's delight, he brightened up, and was glad it all happened in just that way after all.
“Now see here,” said old Mr. King suddenly. They were turning out of Willow Court, after their visit, and Thomas had a sorry time of it, managing his horses successfully about the old tin cans and rubbish, to say nothing of the children who were congregated26 in the narrow, ill-smelling court. “Why don't you boys do something for those lads in there?” pointing backward to the little run-down-at-the-heel house they had just left.
“We boys?” cried Pickering faintly. “Oh dear me! Mr. King, we can't do anything.”
“'Can't' is a bad word to use,” said the old gentleman gravely, “and I didn't mean that you all alone should do the work. But get the other boys interested. I'm sure you can do that. Phew! Where are the health authorities, I should like to know, to let such abominations exist? Thomas, drive as fast as you can, and get us out of this hole;” and he buried his aristocratic old face in his handkerchief.130
Pickering looked over at Jasper in great dismay.
“We might have our club take it up,” said Jasper slowly, with a glance at Polly for help.
“Yes, why don't you, Jasper?” she cried. “Now that's what I'm going to propose that our club of Salisbury girls shall do. We're just finishing up the work for a poor Southern family.”
“You've had a bee, haven't you,” asked Pickering, “or something of that sort? Although I don't really suppose you do much work,” he said nonchalantly, “only laugh and play and giggle27, generally.”
“Indeed we don't, Pickering Dodge,” cried Polly indignantly, “laugh and play and giggle, the very idea!”
“And if you say such dreadful things I'll pitch you out of the carriage,” cried Jasper in pretended wrath28.
“Ow! I'll be good. Take off your nippers,” cried Pickering, cringing29 back down into his corner as far as he could. “Goodness me! Jasper, you're a perfect old tiger.”
“Take care, and keep your tongue in its place then,” said Jasper, bursting into a laugh.
“And we work—oh, just dreadfully,” declared131 Polly with her most positive air. “We cut out all the clothes ourselves. We don't want our mothers to do it; and sew—oh dear me!”
“You ought to see our house on club day when Polly has the bee,” said Jasper. “I rather think you'd say there was something going on for those poor little Southern darkies.”
“Well, I don't see how you can work so for a lot of disgusting pickaninnies,” said Pickering, stretching his long figure lazily. “The whole bunch of them isn't worth one good solid afternoon of play.”
Polly turned a cold shoulder to him, and began to talk with Jasper most busily about the club of boys.
“Yes, and oh, Jasper, let's have one meeting of all you boys with us girls—the two clubs together,” she cried at last, waxing quite enthusiastic.
“Yes, let us,” cried Jasper, just as enthusiastic; “and oh, Polly, I've thought of something. Let's have a little play—you write it.”
“Oh Jasper, I can't,” cried Polly, wrinkling her brows.
“Oh, yes, Polly, you can,” cried Jasper; “if it's one half as good as 'The Three Dragons and the Princess Clotilde,' it will be just fine.”132
“Well,” said Polly, “I'll try; and what then, Jasper?”
“Why, we'll give it for money—father, may we, in the drawing-room? And perhaps we'll make quite a heap to help those boys with. Oh Polly!” He seized both of her hands and wrung30 them tightly. “Oh, may we, father, may we?”
“Eh—what's that? Oh, yes.” The old gentleman took down his handkerchief. “Dear me! what a mercy we are where we can breathe!” as Thomas whirled them dexterously31 past a small square. “What are the health authorities about, to allow such atrocious old holes? Oh, yes, my boy, I'm sure I'd be delighted to have you help along those three lads. And it's really work for boys. Polly's going to start up something for the girl.”
“How perfectly32 fine!” exclaimed Jasper and Polly together, now that the consent was really gained. Then they fell into such a merry chatter33 that Pickering, left out in the cold, began to wriggle34 dreadfully. At last he broke out:
“Yes, I think it would be fine too,” trying to work his head into the conference, where Polly and Jasper had theirs together buzzing over the plans.133
But nobody paid him the slightest attention; so he repeated his remark, with no better success.
“I should think you might turn around,” at last he said in a dudgeon, “and speak to a body once in a while.”
“Why should we?” cried Jasper over his shoulder. “You don't think it's worth while to work for any of those people. No, Polly, we'll let him severely35 alone.” Then he fell to talking again, busier than ever.
“Yes, I do,” cried Pickering in a high, wrathful key, “think it's worth while too, so there, Jasper King!”
“Oh, he does, I do believe, Jasper,” cried Polly, looking at Pickering's face.
“Why, of course I do,” said Pickering.
“And so we must let him into the plans.” So Polly turned around to draw Pickering in, and old Mr. King leaned forward in his seat, and the committee of ways and means got so very busy that they didn't even know when Thomas turned in at the big stone gateway36, until Polly looked up and screamed out, “Why, we are home! Why, we can't be!”
“Well, we are, Polly, my child,” said old Mr.134 King, getting out to help her with his courtliest air. “We've been gone just three hours and a half, and a very good afternoon's work it is too. For Jim's children will care twice as much for what you young folks are going to do for them as for anything I may do. Yes, Polly, they will,” as he saw her face. “And I'm sure if I were in their places, I'd feel just the same way.”
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