That was his first visit to Ogleport, but, although well aware that there was plenty of fine scenery in the neighborhood, he had thus far made no further acquaintance with it than he had gained from the stage, as he was pulled through the clouds of dust on the north road the day of his arrival.
The young “assistant” had therefore deliberately1 planned a sort of tour of investigation2 behind a fast horse, and he meant to have a good many more of the sort. In fact, he had entered into a commercial treaty with the one livery stable of Ogleport, down at Runner’s Tavern3, to[Pg 255] supply him from time to time with all the fast horses that he might need.
So far, so good, but how can a young man enjoy fine scenery with no companion but a horse?
Not very well, indeed, and, besides all that, there was nothing selfish about George Brayton, and he had instantly determined4 to share his first drive with merry Effie Dryer5.
He forgot, truly, to ask Effie’s stepmother for her permission, and had impudently6 driven up to the Doctor’s house after dinner, and proposed to wait until Miss Euphemia should complete any necessary preliminaries.
And Euphemia?
Dear little soul! She never once thought of refusing, nor did she waste any great amount of time over her simple toilet, but was ready with a promptness which went to George’s very heart, as anything so rare as that is quite likely to.
And Mrs. Dryer sat with Brayton in the parlor7, during those few minutes, and smiled on him in a way that showed to perfection the artwork of her dentist, but which did not disclose an atom of the gall8 and wormwood with which[Pg 256] her heart had been stirred up when she saw him hitch9 his horse in front of the gate.
It is barely possible that Effie knew more about it than Brayton, or why should she have man?uvred with such graceful10 swiftness and such entire success to get into the parlor first?
By the time Mrs. Dryer came, also, Effie had accepted the invitation to drive and “gone for her things,” although, as the former smilingly explained to George, “the Dorcas Society was to meet that afternoon, and Euphemia would be very much missed.”
And he had calmly replied,
“I should think likely she might. I never saw a young lady who seemed to be more of a general favorite. She’s a kind of sunbeam.”
“How poetical11 you are!” exclaimed Mrs. Dryer. “I see you have one of Mr. Runner’s horses. A bad sort of a man, they say.”
“Good judge of horses, though,” replied George. “It’s a pity so many good men don’t seem to know what a horse is.”
“Yes, indeed,” said Mrs. Dryer, “but there’s always seemed to me to be a great deal of wickedness about horses.”
[Pg 257]“There she comes,” was Brayton’s next remark, and it referred to the rustle12 of Effie’s dress on the stairs, not to any preposterous13 action on the part of Runner’s fast mare14 at the gate.
Now it happened that George Brayton had been a lover of horses from his youth up, and many a pleasant hour and mile he had passed behind his four-footed favorites, but his memory failed to bring him up the ghost of a more enjoyable drive than he took that afternoon.
Such a guide was Effie Dryer!
She knew just where to go, and her “driver” turned into highways and byways, most submissively, at her slightest bidding.
What surprised George most of all, however, was to find how very much of womanly common sense and genuine intelligence lay hidden beneath Effie’s unfailing flow of high spirits.
Her smile did not in the least degree resemble the ready “lip service” of her stepmother, and it could give place in a moment to a very serious and earnest sort of meaning, and George Brayton caught himself, before long, suggesting subjects of talk and turning over one idea after another, for no better reason than simply to watch[Pg 258] the shadows chase the sunshine on Euphemia Dryer’s face.
A very dangerous sort of amusement for a young man to indulge in. At all events, when the drive had lasted longer than the sober-minded Mrs. Dryer would have at all approved—the very thought of it had soured the Dorcas Society for her all that afternoon—George Brayton delivered Effie at her father’s door, took back the fast mare to Runner’s stable, and then walked up the main street of Ogleport with an idea that it was in every way a pleasanter sort of village than he had hitherto imagined.
He reached the green just as the boys—an unusually large crowd of them—were winding15 up a tremendous game of baseball.
“Been a tough one, I should say,” remarked George to himself. “Looks as if every fourth boy had tried to catch the ball in his mouth and got it on his nose. I begin to wonder how Zeb Fuller would look without a black eye. Bar and Val, though, seem to have escaped. I must put Bar through his Greek to-night. He can’t have fished to-day quite long enough to learn the grammar by heart. He’s a remarkable16 boy.”
[Pg 259]If Brayton had been within hearing just after the Rev17. Dr. Solomon Dryer left the green that afternoon, his admiration18 might have been transferred to Zebedee Fuller himself, for that cautious youth had followed up his magnanimous surrender by saying:
“Look here, boys. We’ve had our boxing lesson, but it won’t do now not to do up our baseball. Old Sol mustn’t be allowed a peg19 to hang his hat on. Our young friends from the prize-ring will comprehend the situation.”
“If you mean Val and me,” said Bar, laughing, “we’re ready.”
But that game of ball!
Never had Ogleport witnessed anything so curiously20 bewildering since the Indian braves finished their own last “match game” and carried their clubs away with them.
The ball was here, there, everywhere. Ins and outs found themselves mysteriously mixed up. No fellow could tell who it was that started him wrong.
There was really no redeeming21 feature to the whole matter, except Bar Vernon’s marvelous pitching and batting.
[Pg 260]“Hiram Allen!” exclaimed Zeb to his lieutenant22, “that fellow is a treasure to the Academy. We can play the Rodney nine now, and beat them all to flinders. How does your poor old nose feel, my boy?”
“Beat ’em? Yes,” replied Hy; “but see where he’s sent the ball. My nose feels like a mashed23 potato. Zeb, we must get him to teach us how, and then we can whale all Rodney.”
“And all Rodney stands in moral need of chastisement,” responded Zeb. “I must consult the deacons about it, first one I meet. Are you sure which side you are on, Hiram?”
“Not exactly,” growled24 Hiram, “but Bar Vernon’s on the winning side, whichever it is.”
“That’s it,” said Zeb. “I don’t propose to have any more personal collisions with Mr. Vernon. He is a very excellent young man.”
But the game of ball, with all its manifold perplexities, was played out at last, and Zebedee was expressing his satisfaction at the result to Bar and Val, when his left eye caught a glimpse of George Brayton coming up the street, and he remarked as much.
[Pg 261]“Then,” said Bar, “I must go home and have my Greek lesson.”
“Greek?” exclaimed Zeb. “Is not that one of the ancient tongues?”
“Why, yes, I suppose so,” said Bar. “I looked into it for the first time to-day.”
“Give me your hand,” said Zeb, enthusiastically. “I’m proud to meet a man of your age who can say that. But do you really mean to study it this time?”
“Of course. That’s what I came here for—Greek and the rest of it.”
“Then so will I,” said Zeb. “I have striven for years to stir up old Sol and myself on the Greek question, but have failed.”
A mournful failure it had been, although Zeb had not been a bad scholar in some other branches. He had studied, in fact, as most boys do under teachers like Dr. Dryer, very much as it had pleased him.
As a general thing it does not please them to do much hard work in Greek, and so they end by knowing even less about it than do their “instructors,” to put it very strongly.
Bar and Val were off now to join Brayton,[Pg 262] and in a few minutes more the latter had begun to forget his pleasant “drive” in his curiosity over the results of Bar’s first attempt at the grand old language.
It was little more than very successful “memorizing,” of course, but Brayton saw that a good deal could be done with a memory like that, and he was especially delighted at having so promising25 a pupil.
He was not yet so experienced or so enthusiastic a teacher as to have rejoiced over the acquisition of a “dull boy.”
No teacher is a thoroughly26 good one till he reaches that point.
When he gets to it, however, he is safe to enjoy himself for the remainder of his life, for the supply of dull boys is as sure as frost in November.
“Pretty tough game of ball you boys had to-day,” said Brayton, after the lesson was over.
“Good game,” said Val. “Bar plays like a professional.”
“Is that the way so many of them got battered27?” asked Brayton.
“No, sir,” said Val; “they got that in the boxing lesson.”
[Pg 263]“Boxing lesson?” exclaimed Brayton. “Why didn’t you use gloves?”
“They were in too much of a hurry for that,” replied Bar. “In fact, Dr. Dryer seemed to disapprove28 of it. He came out and stopped us before it was finished.”
“Hum! Yes. I think I see how it was,” said Brayton. “You’d better wear gloves next time, Bar. You’ve knocked quite a piece of skin off your left hand.”
“That?” said Bar. “Oh, Hy Allen ran his head against it. He has a very hard head.”
Brayton took Bar’s injured hand and deliberately felt of his arm, muttering to himself:
“Hard as iron. How came he ever to get into such training as that at his age? Something very unusual,” and then he added aloud: “I think I’ll get you to help me keep the peace this term. Hy Allen won’t want to try that again very soon, and I think the rest will agree with him.”
If Brayton had but known it, Zeb Fuller and his friends were “agreeing” to that very thing at that moment, as they gathered in council[Pg 264] around the log at the mill-dam. Their coming determination was expressed in the words of Bill Jones.
“Tell ye what, fellers, we shan’t feel sure about them city chaps till we’ve had ’em down here for a swim. We didn’t let ’em come last term, you know.”
“That’s true,” replied Zeb Fuller. “It’s our duty to see they keep themselves clean. Oh, if I could but persuade Solomon to soak in the pond for a while at the bottom of it!”
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