Part 30 (1/2)

”'Wa'al,' he says, laughin', 'I guess she c'n manage fer once,' an' so I went along. When we got there the' was a carriage to meet us, an' two men in uniform, one to drive an' one to open the door, an' we got in an'

rode up to the house--cottige, he called it, but it was built of stone, an' wa'n't only about two sizes smaller 'n the Fifth Avenue Hotel. Some kind o' doin's was goin' on, fer the house was blazin' with light, an'

music was playin'.

”'What's on?' says Price to the feller that let us in.

”'Sir and Lady somebody 's dinin' here to-night, sir,' says the man.

”'d.a.m.n!' says Price, 'I fergot all about the cussed thing. Have Mr.

Harum showed to a room,' he says, 'an' serve dinner in my office in a quarter of an hour, an' have somebody show Mr. Harum there when it's ready.'

”Wa'al,” pursued David, ”I was showed up to a room. The' was lace coverin's on the bed pillers, an' a silk an' lace spread, an' more dum trinkits an' bottles an' lookin'-gla.s.ses 'n you c'd shake a stick at, an' a bathroom, an' Lord knows what; an' I washed up, an' putty soon one o' them fellers come an' showed me down to where Price was waitin'.

Wa'al, we had all manner o' things fer supper, an' champagne, an' so on, an' after we got done, Price says, 'I've got to ask you to excuse me, Harum,' he says. 'I've got to go an' dress an' show up in the drawin'-room,' he says. 'You smoke your cigar in here, an' when you want to go to your room jest ring the bell.'

”'All right,' I says. 'I'm 'bout ready to turn in anyway.'”

The narrator paused for a moment. John was rather wondering what it all had to do with the Erie Ca.n.a.l, but he said nothing.

”Wa'al, next mornin',” David resumed, ”I got up an' shaved an' dressed, an' set 'round waitin' fer the breakfust bell to ring till nigh on to half-past nine o'clock. Bom-by the' came a knock at the door, an' I says, 'Come in,' an' in come one o' them fellers. 'Beg pah'din, sir,' he says. 'Did you ring, sir?'

”'No,' I says, 'I didn't ring. I was waitin' to hear the bell.'

”'Thank you, sir,' he says. 'An' will you have your breakfust now, sir?'

”'Where?' I says.

”'Oh,' he says, kind o' grinnin', 'I'll bring it up here, sir, d'rec'ly,' he says, an' went off. Putty soon come another knock, an' in come the feller with a silver tray covered with a big napkin, an' on it was a couple of rolls wrapped up in a napkin, a b'iled egg done up in another napkin, a cup an' saucer, a little chiney coffee-pot, a little pitcher of cream, some loaf sugar in a silver dish, a little pancake of b.u.t.ter, a silver knife, two little spoons like what the childern play with, a silver pepper duster an' salt dish, an' an orange. Oh, yes, the'

was another contraption--a sort of a chiney winegla.s.s. The feller set down the tray an' says, 'Anythin' else you'd like to have, sir?'

”'No,' I says, lookin' it over, 'I guess there's enough to last me a day or two,' an' with that he kind o' turned his face away fer a second or two. 'Thank you, sir,' he says. 'The second breakfust is at half-past twelve, sir,' an' out he put. Wa'al,” David continued, ”the bread an'

b.u.t.ter was all right enough, exceptin' they'd fergot the salt in the b.u.t.ter, an' the coffee was all right; but when it come to the egg, dum'd if I wa'n't putty nigh out of the race; but I made up my mind it must be hard-b'iled, an' tackled it on that idee. Seems t' amuse ye,” he said with a grin, getting up and helping himself. After swallowing the refreshment, and the palliating mouthful of water, he resumed his seat and his narrative.

”Wa'al, sir,” he said, ”that dum'd egg was about 's near raw as it was when i' was laid, an' the' was a crack in the sh.e.l.l, an' fust thing I knowed it kind o' c'lapsed, an' I give it a grab, an' it squirtid all over my pants, an' the floor, an' on my coat an' vest, an' up my sleeve, an' all over the tray. Scat my ----! I looked gen'ally like an ab'lition orator before the war. You never see such a mess,” he added, with an expression of rueful recollection. ”I believe that dum'd egg held more 'n a pint.”

John fairly succ.u.mbed to a paroxysm of laughter.

”Funny, wa'n't it?” said David dryly.

”Forgive me,” pleaded John, when he got his breath.

”Oh, that's all right,” said David, ”but it wa'n't the kind of emotion it kicked up in my breast at the time. I cleaned myself up with a towel well 's I could, an' thought I'd step out an' take the air before the feller 'd come back to git that tray, an' mebbe rub my nose in't.”

”Oh, Lord!” cried John.

”Yes, sir,” said David, unheeding, ”I allowed 't I'd walk 'round with my mouth open a spell, an' git a little air on my stomech to last me till that second breakfust; an' as I was pokin' 'round the grounds I come to a sort of arbor, an' there was Price, smokin' a cigar.

”'Mornin', Harum; how you feelin'?' he says, gettin' up an' shakin'

hands; an' as we pa.s.sed the time o' day, I noticed him noticin' my coat.

You see as they dried out, the egg spots got to showin' agin.

”'Got somethin' on your coat there,' he says.