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Captain Dan's real reason for not selling out to the astute Mr. Cohen he had kept to himself. His wife's hints concerning Scarford and her discontent in Trumet were his reasons. These were what troubled him most. He liked Trumet; he liked its quiet, easy-going atmosphere; he liked the Trumet people, and they liked him.
Considerin' what you've just told me, I wouldn't wonder if I did." His daughter had risen to go. Now she turned back. "What do you mean?" she asked. "What do you mean? Spoiling what?" "Why why, you and John, you know. Whatever happened between you and him happened that night when he come to Scarford. And he wouldn't have come not then if I hadn't written for him." Gertrude was speechless.
Azuba had been there two days longer, having been sent on ahead of the family to open the house and get it ready. Laban remained behind as caretaker of the Scarford mansion.
"Oh!" in a slightly different tone. "Oh, yes, I see." "I'm terribly interested in THAT," declared Serena enthusiastically. "If you knew the hours and hours I have put in working for the Guild. It is a splendid movement; don't you think so?" "Why why, I have no doubt it is. I don't belong to it myself. I was thinking of our local club, our Scarford women's club, when I spoke.
The troubled expression left her face and was succeeded by another, an odd one. When she spoke it was in a tone of great surprise. "To Trumet?" she repeated. "Go back to Trumet? Not to live there?" Captain Dan hesitated, but his wife did not. "Yes," she said decidedly, "to live. For the present, anyhow. At least we shan't live here any longer." "Not live here? Not live in Scarford, Mother!
"There's one part she hasn't guessed," shouted Captain Dan; "or that you haven't guessed either, Gertie, God bless you. I guessed it myself, this very day, and I guessed it because I had a letter from Labe Ginn up at Scarford that put me on the right track. Gertie, that letter you wrote to John WASN'T mailed; the postman DIDN'T get it; John himself never got it." "Daddy! Daddy, what "
I wish she could have the start some people's daughters have. Mrs. Black was with me at the lodge room yesterday we are decorating for the men's evening to-morrow night, you know and Mrs. Black has been helping me; she's awfully kind that way. You'd think she belonged here in Trumet, instead of being rich and living in Scarford and being way up in society there.
Daniel, trotting for smelling salts and extra pillows and the hot water bottle, was not too calm himself. His plans, the plans founded upon John Doane's remaining in Scarford for a time, had been decidedly upset. He pleaded with his wife. "But I don't see what ails you, Serena," he declared.
Fact, Monty; take my word for it." "Monty" laughed. "That's pretty rough, Tacks," he declared. "Oh, but it's so. You can actually smell the hemp. Eh? By gad, you can smell it now, can't you?" Captain Dan was relighting the stump of his "ten-center" which had gone out. He had scarcely noticed the newcomers; his thoughts were far away from Scarford and the Palatine Hotel.
She had said other things, also, and he was beginning, dimly, to realize what they might mean. "SCARFORD!" screamed the brakeman, throwing open the car door. "Scarford!" Mrs. Dott, umbrella in hand, was already in the aisle. Captain Dan, standing between the seats, was struggling to get the suitcase down from the rack above. It was a brand-new suitcase.
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