Part 22 (2/2)

But, somehow, I--well, I hate to think of your doin' it.”

”I know. You're proud, Sarah. Well, I used to be proud too, before the s.h.i.+p-chandlery business and the Old Colony railroad dismasted me and left me high and dry.”

She put a hand on his arm. ”Don't, Sears,” she pleaded. ”You know why I hate to have you do it. It don't seem--it don't seem--you know what I mean.”

”A man's job. I know. Judah said the same thing. I took Judge Knowles'

offer because it seemed the only way I could earn my salt. If I didn't take it you and Joel might have had a poor relation to board and lodge.

And you've got enough on your hands already, Sarah.”

She sighed. ”Of course I knew that was why you took it,” she said.

Yet, even as he said it, he realized that the statement was not the whole truth. The fifteen hundred a year salary had tempted him, but if he had not gone to the Fair Harbor on that forenoon and seen Elizabeth Berry brave the committee and her mother, it is extremely doubtful if he would have yielded. In all probability he would have declined the judge's offer and have risked the prospect of the almost hopeless future, for a time longer at least.

But, having accepted, he characteristically cast doubts, misgivings and might-have-beens over the side, as he had cast wreckage over the rails of his s.h.i.+ps after storms, and, while Bayport buzzed with gossip and criticism and surmise concerning him, took up his new duties and went ahead with them. The morning following that of his dramatic scene with the committee he limped to the door of the Fair Harbor and, for the first time, entered that door as general manager.

He antic.i.p.ated, and dreaded, a perhaps painful and surely embarra.s.sing scene with Mrs. Berry, but was pleasantly disappointed. Elizabeth, true to her promise, had evidently broken the news to her mother and, also, had reconciled the matron to her partial deposing. Mrs. Berry was, of course, a trifle martyrlike, a little aggrieved, but on the whole resigned.

”I presume, Captain Kendrick,” she said, ”that I should have expected something of the sort. Dear 'Belia is abroad and Judge Knowles is ill, and, from what I hear, his mind is not what it was.”

Sears, repressing a smile, agreed that that might be the case.

”But, of course, Mrs. Berry,” he explained, ”I did not take the position with the least idea of interferin' with you. You will be--er--er--well, just what you have been here, you know. I've s.h.i.+pped to help you and the judge and Miss Elizabeth in any way I can, that's all.”

With the situation thus diplomatically explained Mrs. Berry brightened, restored her handkerchief to her pocket--in the '70's ladies' gowns had pockets--and announced that she was sure that she and the captain would get on charmingly together.

”And, after all, Captain Kendrick,” she gushed, ”a man's advice is so often _so_ necessary in business, you know, and all that. Just as a woman's advice helps a man at times. Why, Captain Berry--my dear husband--used to say that without my advice he would have been absolutely at sea, yes, absolutely.”

According to Bayport gossip, as related by Judah, Captain Isaac Berry had been, literally, during the latter part of his life, absolutely at sea as much as he possibly could. ”And mighty thankful to be there, too,” so Mr. Cahoon was wont to add.

Elizabeth heard a portion of Sears interview with her mother, but she made no comment upon it, to him at least. When he announced his intention of interviewing Miss Snowden, however, she was greatly surprised and said so. ”You want to speak with Elvira, Cap'n Kendrick?”

she repeated. ”You do, really? Do you--of course I am not interfering, please don't think I am--but do you think it a--a wise thing to do, just now?”

The captain nodded. ”Why, yes, I do,” he said. ”Oh, it's all right, Miss Elizabeth, I'm not goin' to start any rows. You wouldn't think it to look at me, probably, but I've got an idea in my head and I'm goin' to try it out on this Elvira.”

It was some time before he was able to catch Miss Snowden alone, but at last he did and, as it happened, in that same summer-house, the Eyrie, where he had first seen her. The interview began, on her part, as frostily as a February morning in Greenland, but ended like a balmy evening in Florida. The day following he laid his plans to meet and speak with Mrs. Brackett and the militant Susanna thereafter became as peaceful, so far as he was concerned, as a dovecote in spring. Elizabeth Berry, noticing these changes, and surmising their cause, regarded him with something like awe.

”Really, Cap'n Kendrick,” she said, ”I'm beginning to be a little afraid of you. When you first spoke of interviewing Elvira Snowden alone I--well, I was strongly tempted to send for the constable. I didn't know what might happen. She was saying--so Esther Tidditt told me--the most dreadful things about you and I was frightened for your safety. And Mrs.

Brackett was just as savage. And now--why, Elvira this very morning told me, herself, that she considered your taking the management here a blessing. I believe she did call it a blessing in disguise, but that doesn't make any real difference. And Susanna--three days ago--was calling upon all our--guests here to threaten to leave in a body, as a protest against the giving over of the management of their own Harbor to a--excuse me--man like you. I don't know she meant by that, but it is what she said. And now----”

”Just a minute, Miss Elizabeth. Called me a man, did she? Well, comin'

from her that's a compliment, in a way. She ought to know she's the nearest thing, herself, to a man that I've about ever seen in skirts.

But that's nothin'. What interests me is that idea of all the crew aboard here threatenin' to leave. They could, I suppose, if they wanted to same as anybody aboard a s.h.i.+p could jump overboard. But in both cases the question would be the same, wouldn't it? Where would they go to after they left?”

Miss Berry smiled. ”They have no idea of leaving,” she said. ”But they like to think--or pretend to think--that they could if they wanted to and that the Fair Harbor would go to rack and ruin if they did. It comes, you see, of to paying that hundred dollars a year. That, to their mind--and I imagine Mrs. Phillips had it in her mind too, when she planned this place--prevents it being a 'home' in the ordinary sense of the word. But Susanna's threatening to leave amounts to nothing. What I am so much interested in is to know how you changed her att.i.tude and Elvira's from war to peace? How did you do it, Cap'n Kendrick?”

The captain's left eyelid drooped. He smiled. ”Well,” he said, slowly, ”I tell you. I've sailed in all sorts of weather and I've come to the conclusion that when you're in a rough sea the first thing to do, if you can, is to smooth it down. If you can't--why, then fight it. The best treatment I know for a rough sea is to sling a barrel of oil over the bows. It's surprisin' what a little bit of oil will do to make things smoother for a vessel. It's always worth tryin', anyway, and that's how I felt in this case of Elvira and Susanna. When I started to beat up into their neighborhood I had a barrel of oil slung over both my port and starboard bows. I give you my word, Miss Elizabeth, I was the oiliest craft afloat in these waters, I do believe.”

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