THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER ENTERS
Before the morning had passed Bob Morton was as much at home in the
little cottage that faced the sea as if he had lived there all his
days. His property was spread out in the old mahogany bureau upstairs;
his hat dangled from a peg in the hall; and he had exchanged his "city
clothes" for the less conventional outing shirt and suit of blue serge,
both of which transformed him into a figure amazingly slender and
boyish. For two hours he and Celestina had rehearsed the family
history from beginning to end; and now he had left her to get dinner,
and he and Willie had betaken themselves to the workshop where they
were deep in confidential conversation.
"You see," the inventor was explaining to his guest, "it's like this:
it ain't so much that I want to bother with these notions as that I
have to. They get me by the throat, an' there's no shakin' 'em off.
Only yesterday, fur example, I got kitched with an idee about a boat--"
he broke off, regarding his listener with sudden suspicion.
Bob waited.
Evidently Willie's scrutiny of the frank countenance opposite satisfied
him, for dropping his voice he continued in an impressive whisper:
"About a motor-boat, this idee was."
Glancing around as if to assure himself that no one was within hearing,
he hitched the barrel on which he was seated nearer his visitor.
"There's a sight of plague with motor-boats among these shoals," he
went on eagerly. "What with the eel-grass that grows along the inlets
an' the kelp that's washed in by the tide after a storm, the propeller
of a motor-boat is snarled up a good bit of the time. Now my scheme,"
he announced, his last trace of reserve vanishing, "is to box that
propeller somehow--if so be as it can be done--an'--," the voice
trailed off into meditation.
Robert Morton, too, was silent.
"You would have to see that the wheel was kept free," he mused aloud
after an interval.
"I know it."
"And not check the speed of the boat."
"Right you are, mate!" exclaimed Willie with delight.
"And not hamper the swing of the rudder."
"You have it! You have it!" Willie shouted, rubbing his hands together
and smiling broadly. "It's all them things I'm up against."
"I believe the trick might be turned, though," replied young Morton,
rising from the nail keg on which he was sitting and striding about the
narrow room. "It's a pretty problem and one it would be rather good
fun to work out."
"I'd need to rig up a model to experiment with, I s'pose," reflected
Willie.
"Oh, we could fix that easily enough," Bob cried with rising enthusiasm.
"_We_?"
"Sure! I'll help you."
The announcement did not altogether reassure the inventor, and Bob
laughed at the dubious expression of his face.
"Of course I'm only a dry-land sailor," he went on to explain
good-humoredly, "and I do not begin to have had the experience with
boats that you have. I did, however, study about them some at Tech and
perhaps--"
"Study about 'em!" repeated Willie, unable wholly to conceal his
scepticism and scorn.
Again the younger man laughed.
"I realize that is not like getting knowledge first-hand," he continued
with modesty, "but it seemed the best I could do. As to this plan of
yours, two heads are sometimes better than one, and between us I
believe we can evolve an answer to the puzzle."
"That'll be prime!" Willie ejaculated, now quite comfortable in his
mind. "An' when we get the answer to the riddle, Jan Eldridge will
help us. You ain't met Jan yet, have you? He's the salt of the earth,
Janoah Eldridge is. Him an' me are the greatest chums you ever saw.
He mebbe has his peculiarities, like the rest of us. Who ain't?
You'll likely find him kinder sharp-tongued at first, but he don't mean
nothin' by it; and' he's quick, too--goes up like a rocket at a
minute's notice. Folks down in town insist in addition that he's
jealous as a girl, but I've yet to see signs of it. Fur all his little
crochets you'll like Jan Eldridge. You can't help it. We're none of
us angels--when it comes to that. Hush!" broke off Willie warningly.
"I believe that's him now. Didn't you see a head go past the winder?"
"I thought I did."
"Then that's Jan. Nobody else would be comin' across the dingle. Now
not a word of this motor-boat business to him," cautioned Willie,
dropping his voice. "I never tell Jan 'bout my idees 'till I get 'em
well worked out, for he's no great shakes at inventin'."
There was an instant of guilty silence, and then the two conspirators
beheld a freckled face, crowned by a mass of rampant sandy hair,
protrude itself through the doorway.
"Hi, Willie!" called the newcomer, unmindful of the presence of a
stranger. "Well, how do you find yourself to-day? Ready to tackle
another pump?"
With simulated indignation Willie bristled.
"Pump!" he repeated. "Don't you dare so much as to mention pumps in my
hearin' fur six months, Janoah Eldridge. I've had my fill of pumps fur
one spell."
The freckled face in the door expanded its smile into a grin that
displayed the few scattered teeth adorning its owner's jaws.
"No," went on the inventor, "I ain't attackin' no pumps to-day. I'm
sorter takin' a vacation. You see we've got company. Tiny's nephew,
Bob Morton from Indiana, has come to stay with us. This is him on the
nail keg."
Shuffling further into the room Jan peered inquisitively at the guest.
"So you're Tiny's nephew, eh?" he commented, examining the visitor's
countenance with curiosity. "Well, well! To think of some of Tiny's
relations turnin' up at last! Not that it ain't high time, I'll say
that. Now which of the Mortons do you belong to, young man?"
"Elnathan."
"I might 'a' known first glance, for you're like him as his tintype."
Bob laughed.
"Aunt Tiny thinks I am, too."
"She'd oughter know," was the dry comment. "She had the plague of
bringin' him up from the time he could toddle. I'm glad some of you
have finally got round to comin' to see her. You've been long enough
doin' it. I ain't so sure, though, but if I was in her place I'd--"
"There, there, Jan," interrupted Willie nervously, "why go diggin' up
the past? The lad is here now an'--"
"But they have been the devil of a while takin' notice of Tiny," Janoah
persisted, not to be coaxed away from his subject. "Why, 'twas only
the other day when we was workin' out here that you yourself said the
way her folks had neglected her was outrageous."
"And it was, too, Mr. Eldridge," confessed Bob, flushing. "Our whole
family have treated Aunt Tiny shamefully. There is no excuse for it."
Before the honest admission of blame, Jan's mounting wrath grudgingly
calmed itself.
"Well," he grumbled in a more conciliatory tone, "as Willie says, mebbe
it's just as well not to go bringin' to life what's buried already.
Like as not there may have been some good reason for your folks never
comin' back to Wilton after once they'd left the place. Indiana's the
devil of a distance away--'most at the other end of the world, ain't
it? You might as well live in China as Indiana. I never could see
anyway what took people out of Wilton. There ain't a better spot on
earth to live than right here. Yet for all that, every one of the
Mortons 'cept Tiny (who showed her good sense, in my opinion) went
flockin' out of this town quick as they was growed, like as if they was
a lot of swarmin' bees. I doubt myself, too, if they're a whit better
off for it. Your father now--what does he make out to do in Indiana?"
"Father is in the grain business," replied Bob with a smile.
"The grain business, is he? An' likely he sets in an office all day
long, in out of the fresh air," continued Jan with contempt. "Plumb
foolish I call it, when he could be livin' in Wilton an' fishin', an'
clammin', an' enjoying himself. That's the way with so many folks.
They go kitin' off to the city to make money enough to buy one of them
automobiles. You won't ketch me with an automobile--no, nor a
motor-boat, neither; nor any other of them durn things that's goin' to
set me livin' like as if I was shot out of the cannon's mouth. What's
the good of bein' whizzed through life as if the old Nick himself was
at your heels--workin' faster, eatin' faster, dyin' faster? I see
nothin' to it--nothin' at all."
At the risk of rousing the philosopher's resentment, Bob burst into a
peal of laughter.
"But ain't it so now, I ask you? Ain't it just as I say?" insisted
Janoah Eldridge. "Argue as you will, what's the gain in it?"
To the speaker's apparent disappointment, the citizen from Indiana did
not accept the challenge for argument but instead observed pleasantly:
"I'll wager you will outlive all us city people, Mr. Eldridge."
"Course I will," was the old man's confident retort. "I'll be
a-sailin' in my dory when the whole lot of you motor-boat folks are
under the sod. You see if I ain't! An' speakin' of motor-boats,
Willie--I s'pose you ain't done nothin toward tacklin' Zenas Henry's
tribulations with that propeller, have you?"
The question was unexpected, and Willie colored uncomfortably. He was
not good at dissembling.
"'Twould mean quite a bit of thinkin' to get Zenas Henry out of his
troubles," returned he evasively. "'Tain't so simple as it looks."
Moving abruptly to the work-bench he began to overturn at random the
tools lying upon it.
Something in this unusual proceeding arrested Jan's attention, causing
him to glance with suspicion from Robert Morton to the inventor, and
from the inventor back to Robert Morton again. The elder man was
whistling "Tenting To-night," an air that had never been a favorite of
his; and the younger, with self-conscious zeal, was shredding into bits
a long curl of shavings.
Jan eyed both of them with distrust
"I figger we're goin' to have a spell of fine weather now," remarked
Willie with jaunty artificiality.
The offhand assertion was too casual to be real. Cloud and fog were
not dealt with in this cursory fashion in Wilton. It clinched Jan's
doubts into certainty. Something was being kept from him, something of
which this stranger, who had only been in the town a few hours, was
cognizant. For the first time in fifty years another had usurped his
place as Willie's confidant. It was monstrous! A tremor of jealous
rage thrilled through his frame, and he stiffened visibly.
"I reckon I'll be joggin' along home," said he, moving with dignity
toward the door.
"But you've only just come, Jan," protested Willie.
"I didn't come fur nothin' but to leave this hammer," Jan answered,
placing the implement on the long bench before which his friend was
standing.
"Maybe there was something you wanted to see Mr. Spence about,"
ventured Bob. "If there was I will--"
"No, there warn't," snapped Janoah. "Mister Spence ain't got nothin'
confidential to say to me--whatever he may have to say to other folks,"
and with this parting thrust he shot out of the door.
Bob gave a low whistle.
"What's the matter with the man?" he asked in amazement.
Willie flushed apologetically.
"Nothin'--nothin' in the world!" he answered. "Jan gets like that
sometimes. Don't you remember I told you he was kinder quick. It's
just possible it may have bothered him to see me talkin' to you. Don't
mind him."
"Do you think he suspected anything?"
"Mercy, no! Not he!" responded Willie comfortably. "He's liable to
fly off the handle like that a score of times a day. Don't you worry
'bout him. He'll be back before the mornin's over."
Nevertheless, sanguine as this prediction was, the hours wore on, and
Janoah Eldridge failed to make his appearance. In the meantime Bob and
Willie became so deeply engrossed in their new undertaking that they
were oblivious to his absence. They worked feverishly until noon,
devoured a hurried meal, and returned to the shop again, there to
resume their labors. By supper time they had made quite an encouraging
start on the model they required, their combined efforts having
accomplished in a single day what it would have taken Willie many an
hour to perfect.
The inventor was jubilant.
"Little I dreamed when you came to the front door, Bob, what I was
nettin'!" he exclaimed, clapping his hand vigorously on the young man's
shoulder. "You're a regular boat-builder, you are. The moon might 'a'
pogeed an' perigeed before I'd 'a' got as fur along as we have to-day.
How you've learned all you have about boats without ever goin' near the
water beats me. Now you ain't a-goin' to think of quittin' Wilton an'
leavin' me high an' dry with this propeller idee, are you? 'Twould be
a downright shabby trick."
Bob smiled into the old man's anxious face.
"I can't promise to see you to the finish for I must be back home
before many days, or I'll have my whole family down on me. Besides, I
have some business in New York to attend to," he said kindly. "But I
will arrange to stick around until the job is so well under way that
you won't need me. I am quite as interested in making the scheme a
success as you are. All is you mustn't let me wear out my welcome and
be a burden to Aunt Tiny."
"Law, Tiny'll admire to have you stay long as you can, if only because
you drag me into the house at meal time," chuckled Willie.
"At least I can do that," Bob returned.
"You can do that an' a durn sight more, youngster," the inventor
declared with earnestness. "I ain't had the pleasure I've had to-day
in all my life put together. To work with somebody as has learned the
right way to go ahead--it's wonderful. When me an' Jan tackle a job,
we generally begin at the wrong end of it an' blunder along, wastin'
time an' string without limit. If we hit it right it's more luck than
anything else."
Robert Morton, watching the mobile face, saw a pitiful sadness steal
into the blue eyes. A sudden shame surged over him.
"I ought to be able to do far more with my training than I have done,"
he answered humbly. "Dad has given me every chance."
"Think of it!" murmured Willie, scrutinizing him with hungering gaze.
"Think of havin' every chance to learn!"
For an interval he smoked in silence.
"Well," he asserted at length, "you've sure proved to-day that brains
with trainin' are better'n brains without. Now if Jan an' me--" he
broke off abruptly. "There! I wonder what in tunket's become of Jan,"
he speculated. "We've been so busy that he went clean out of my mind.
It's queer he didn't show up again. He ain't stayed away for a whole
day in all history. Mebbe he's took sick. I believe I'll trudge over
there an' find out what's got him. I mustn't go to neglectin' Jan,
inventin' or no inventin'."
He rose from his chair wearily.
"I reckon a note would do as well, though, as goin' over," he presently
remarked as an afterthought. "I could send one in the box an' ask him
to drop round an' set a spell before bedtime."
He caught up a piece of brown paper from the workbench, tore a ragged
corner from it, and hastily scrawled a message.
Bob watched the process with amusement.
"There!" announced the scribe when the epistle was finished. "I reckon
that'll fetch him. We'll put it in the box an' shoot it across to him."
Notwithstanding the dash implied in the term, it took no small length
of time for the diminutive receptacle to hitch its way through the
fields. The two men watched it jiggle along above the bushes of wild
roses, through verdant clumps of fragrant bayberry, and disappear into
the woods. Then they sat down to await Jan's appearance.
The twilight was rarely beautiful. In a sky of palest turquoise a
crescent moon hung low, its arc of silver poised above the tips of the
stunted pines, whose feathery outlines loomed black in the dusk. From
out the dimness the note of a vesper sparrow sounded and mingled its
sweetness with the faintly breathing ocean.
The men on the doorstep smoked silently, each absorbed in his own
reveries.
How peaceful it was there in the stillness, with the hush of evening
descending like a benediction on the darkening earth!
Bob sighed with contentment. His year of hard study was over, and now
that his well-earned rest had come he was surprised to discover how
tired he was. Already the peace of Wilton was stealing over him, its
dreamy atmosphere almost too beautiful to be real. From where he sat
he could see the trembling lights of the village jewelling the rim of
the bay like a circlet of stars. A man might do worse, he reflected,
than remain a few days in this sleepy little town. He liked Willie and
Celestina, too; indeed, he would have been without a heart not to have
appreciated their simple kindliness. Why should he hurry home? Would
not his father rejoice should he be content to stay and make his aunt a
short visit? There was no need to bind himself for any definite length
of time; he would merely drift and when he found himself becoming bored
flee. To be sure, about the last thing he had intended when setting
forth to the Cape was to linger there. He had come hither with
unwilling feet solely to please his parents, and having paid his
respects to his unknown relative he meant to depart West as speedily as
decency would permit, reasoning that it would be a mutual relief when
the visit was over.
But a single day in the cozy little house at the water's edge had
served to convince him how erroneous had been his premises. Instead of
being tiresome, his Aunt Celestina was proving a delightful
acquisition, toward whom he already found himself cherishing a warm
regard. And what a cook she was! After months of city food her bread,
pies, and cookies were ambrosial.
As for Willie--Bob had never before beheld so gentle, ingenuous and
lovable a personality. Undoubtedly the little inventor had genius.
What a pity he had been cheated of the opportunity for cultivating it!
There was something pathetic in the way he reached out for the
knowledge life had denied him; it reminded one of a patient child who
asks for water to slake his thirst.
If, for some inscrutable reason, fortune had granted him, Robert
Morton, the chance denied this groping soul, was it not almost an
obligation that, in so far as he was able, he should place at the
other's disposal the fruits of the education that had been his?
Presumably this motor-boat idea would not amount to much, for if such
an invention were plausible and of value, doubtless a score of nautical
authorities would have seized upon it long before now. But to work at
the plan would give the gentle dreamer in the silver-gray cottage
happiness, and after all happiness was not to be despised. If together
he and Willie could make tangible the notion that existed in the
latter's brain, the deed was certainly worth the doing. Moreover the
process would be an entertaining one, and after its completion he might
go away with a sense of having brightened at least one horizon by his
coming.
Thus reasoned Robert Morton as in the peace of that June evening he
casually shuffled the cards of fate, little suspecting that already a
factor in his destiny stronger than any of his arguments was soon to
make its influence felt and transform Wilton into a magnet so powerful
that against its spell he would be helpless as a child.
He was aroused from his meditations by the voice of Willie.
"Didn't you hear a little bell?" demanded the inventor. "A sort of
tinklin' noise?"
"I thought I did."
"It's the box comin' from Jan's," explained he. "Can you kitch a sight
of it?"
"I see it now."
Rising, the old man tugged at the string, urging the reluctant
messenger through the tangle of roses.
"By his writin' a note, I figger he ain't comin' over," he remarked, as
the object drew nearer. "I wonder what's stuck in his crop! Mebbe
Mis' Eldridge won't let him out. She's something of a Tartar--Arabella
is. Jan has to walk the plank, I can tell you."
By this time the cigar box swaying on the taut twine was within easy
reach. Willie raised its cover and took from its interior a crumpled
fragment of paper.
"Humph! He's mighty savin'!" he commented as he turned the missive
over. "He's writ on the other side of my letter. Let's see what he
has to say:
"'Can't come. Busy.'
"Well, did you ever!" gasped he, blankly. "_Busy_! Good Lord! Jan's
never been known to be busy in all his life. He don't even know the
feelin'. If Janoah Eldridge is busy, all I've got to say is, the
world's goin' to be swallered up by another deluge."
"Maybe, as you suggested, Mrs. Eldridge--"
"Oh, if it had been Mis' Eldridge, he wouldn't 'a' took the trouble to
send no such message as that," broke in Willie. "He'd simply 'a' writ
_Arabella_; there wouldn't 'a' been need fur more. No, sir!
Somethin's stepped on Jan's shadder, an' to-morrow I'll have to go
straight over there an' find out what it is."