JACK’S VALET DUTIES
After a full realization of what must be the general opinion of Mrs.
Alexander in the hotel, every one in the Dalken party felt eager to
get away from Albuquerque. Hence, the morning following the hop and
its disastrous result for Dodo’s mother, the tourists left for
Gallup.
They had not thought of telegraphing to Mr. Dalken of their changed
plans, but Jack had been thoughtful enough to wire the hotel
management to reserve several of their best suites for his party.
Thus they found everything in readiness for them, but Mr. Dalken was
out with his two associates, Mr. Alexander and Mr. Fuzzier. Jack
thought the hotel manager would tell Mr. Dalken that his friends
were due to arrive that day, but the manager, not knowing that the
signed name of “John Baxter,” upon the telegram meant anything to
his star guest never mentioned it.
Consequently there was a great surprise awaiting Mr. Alexander and
Mr. Dalken that evening when they came back to their hotel: an
unpleasant surprise for the little miner-millionaire, and a pleasant
one for the New York millionaire.
“By the Great Horned Spoon, Dalken! Ain’t that my wife sittin’ over
there with that silver-headed dude?” whispered Mr. Alexander, as he
caught a glimpse of a gorgeously gowned woman conversing eagerly
with the great and only A. A. A.
“Why—yes,” responded Mr. Dalken, as he caught hold of his
companion’s arm, to prevent him from getting away again—little Mr.
Alexander’s instinct of self-preservation was as strong now as ever
it had been in the dangers and risks of a gold-miner’s claims and
work.
“Come with me to the register and see if our entire party is here.
No one will see you, if you walk in front of me, you know,” advised
Mr. Dalken.
That seemed to calm Mr. Alexander’s perturbed mind, and he managed
to keep well out of sight of his wife as he walked over to the desk.
The register showed the names of all the members of the New York
party, plus the names of Dodo and her mother, plus a name which
filled the whole line—“Honorable Algernon Alfred Alveston, London,
England.”
“Huh!” jeered Mr. Alexander. “Now he’s takin’ to callin’ himself an
honorable! Wonder if he really comes from London, England, or
London, Connecticut?”
Mr. Dalken laughed at the sarcastic look in his friend’s eyes, and
he added: “There’s a London in Canada, too, you know.”
“Yeh, I s’pose so!” muttered Mr. Alexander. “Mebbe, afore I get
through with A. A. A. he’ll be fixin’ to run away to London,
Canada!”
“My dear friend, don’t waste your ire on him,” advised Mr. Dalken.
“He’s perfectly harmless, and he keeps your wife engaged in pleasant
entertainments. Remember, that allows you more freedom to seek after
your own interests.”
“Well, I ain’t so sure about his bein’ harmless!” retorted Mr.
Alexander. “He’s after Dodo, you see, and I won’t stand for any
monkeyshines in that direction—not even if the Missus swears A. A.
A. can pay court to my gal. Dodo is more like me, and she ain’t got
use for no prancin’ little scatter-brain like him.”
Having aired his grievance, Mr. Alexander felt better, and Mr.
Dalken had no difficulty in persuading him to use the stairway
discovered in the corridor outside the smoking room. Thus they would
not need to cross the lobby, where Mrs. Alexander and Algy might see
any one who came in or went out.
Polly and her friends learned, that night, that Mr. Dalken would
have to remain in Gallup for about a week, so this would give the
tourists ample time in which to visit such points of interest as
Zuñi, Inscription Rock (which is now a National Monument), the
Mormon settlement of Ramah, and other sights. Being November, Jack
learned that the famous Shalako dance of the Zuñi Indians was to be
held that week. Since this is the most interesting of all the
amazing Zuñi celebrations, the girls were delighted to find they
would be able to see it.
Mrs. Alexander had been silenced by her fiasco at the hotel hop in
Albuquerque, and its effects had made her show more friendliness
towards Jack, but she still thought that he should be made to fetch
and carry for Mr. Dalken’s companions, so she felt no compunction in
asking him to do errands for her.
This arrogance of his revered friend seemed to be contagious for
Algy, and he had no hesitancy in asking Jack to get things for him,
or to go to learn what the girls wished to do that day. Naturally
Jack refused to dance attendance upon the unpopular young man, and
Mrs. Alexander called this “insubordination on the part of a
servant.”
“Why don’t you complain to Mr. Dalken,” asked Dodo one day, after
hearing her mother complain about “that valet.”
“I would, in a minute, if the man were your father’s valet. Being
Mr. Dalken’s man-servant, however, I’m not sure whether we ought to
ask favors of him,” admitted Mrs. Alexander.
Dodo laughed. “Well, you might tell Dad about him, and get Dad to
complain to Mr. Dalken.”
“That’s a fine idea, Dodo! I’ll do it the minute I see your father
again,” declared Mrs. Alexander, a satisfied expression of
retaliation settling upon her face.
Algy was seen approaching at this moment, so Dodo hastened away to
tell Jack and her friends about her mother’s decision. But Mrs.
Alexander confided in Algy that now she had a way to make that
insolent valet mind his business! Thereupon she told Algy what she
purposed doing, the next time Jack showed any inclination to balk at
work or duty.
“I shall remembah this, deah Mrs. Alex., the next time I have
occasion to use the fellah, and he sneers me out of countenance,”
added Algy, a gleam of malice flitting over his expressionless face.
The entire group of tourists were gathered in the Lounge that
evening, when Jack spoke of his plans for the week they would remain
in Gallup. “I made a rough sketch of Gallup and various points of
interest that we ought to see. But I figured out that it would be
waste of time to motor half-way across Arizona to visit the Hopi
Indian Reservation, and the wonderful sights near the Grand Canyon.
Those can be seen when we stop at Flagstaff, with Dalky.”
Mrs. Courtney and Mr. Dalken merely nodded their heads in agreement
with Jack’s suggestions. But Mrs. Alexander failed to see the nods,
and thought this a splendid opportunity to set Algy against Jack.
Therefore she whispered eagerly to her ever-present shadow,
A. A. A., and he seemed spurred to action.
“Aw, I say, Mistah Dalken, it seems rawtheh impertinent, don’chaw
know, for a meah servant to dictate to us like this,” began Algy,
pulling fiercely at the few lonesome white hairs upon his upper lip.
Mr. Dalken turned and glanced at Algy in surprise. He had not been
informed that Jack was rigging this “darling of the gods.” He
heartily disapproved of A. A. A.’s standards and behavior, and now
he felt slightly annoyed at what he said.
Algy thought the New York financier showed concern over the
situation—a situation made impossible by having a man-servant sit
in such intimate relations with his master and his master’s friends.
Fully convinced that he was doing the gallant deed for all the
ladies who did not wish to hurt Mr. Dalken’s feelings, Algy summoned
courage and continued his complaint.
“Theah may be places we would like to visit, places quite
incomprehensible to ordinary minds such as servants have. Theahfoh,
we would awsk that the man Baxter be relieved of duties foh which he
is not mentally equipped.” As Algy concluded, he bowed very
deferentially to Mr. Dalken.
“What the blazes is that poor dote drivin’ at?” demanded Mr.
Alexander, scowling at Algy, but speaking to his wife.
“S-sh! Don’t interfere!” commanded his wife, sternly.
“I won’t ‘s-s-sh’ at such an insult,” rebelled Mr. Alexander. “And
what’s more, if that Barnum’s Freak wants to toddle by your side
during this trip to Arizony, he’s got’ta watch his step! We ain’t
got time ner room for him to hold up any game, lemme tell you-all,
and there ain’t no call fer him to have any opinions ‘bout
nawthin’—not even Jack Baxter!” As Mr. Alexander relieved his mind
of the weight of grievance, he was surprised to hear Jack laugh
outright, and he saw several of the others smiling.
“Oh, Daddy! You made the most awful break just now. You told A. A.
A. he had no right to any opinions about nothing—not even Jack’ and
I’m sure Jack thinks he is a great deal more than ‘nothing.’ At
least, Dalky thinks so, or he never would have brought him west as
his valet,” explained Dodo, laughingly.
Mr. Alexander frowned at his evident error, but he added: “It’s
enough to make a man talk ten ways to onct! Having such trouble tag
on at his heels!” But he failed to designate the particular
“trouble,” though he glared at Algy in a way that said: “You are the
cause of all the misunderstanding.”
Meanwhile Jack had hurried to Mr. Dalken’s side and was explaining
something in a low whisper. Mr. Dalken seemed to receive light on a
problem, and then he shook his head disapprovingly, even though he
had to smile as he disapproved. Jack took a chair nearby, and, as
soon as Mr. Alexander had stopped speaking, he cleared his throat
and resumed.
“My master says that I am to continue the plans, since I have them
prepared. So, awsking A. A. A.’s pawdon for my offensive self, I
will say this much:
“One trip we ought to take is the one which goes to St. Michael’s
Mission, and from there on to Canyon de Chelly and Canyon del
Muerto, by way of Fort Defiance, in Arizona. If we had enough time
we also ought to tour onward from Chinlee, to Monument Valley and
the marvelous sights in the northern section of the State. Those
points of interest which may be approached from the Flagstaff tour
can be visited later, when we start for the Grand Canyon trip.
“Another trip we ought to take, starting from Gallup, is the trail
due north to the Ute Indian Reservation, and the Mesa Verde Park.
These trips will use up seven or eight days’ time, and Dalky figures
he will be through here in that time. Therefore, in order to take in
the visits to the Painted Desert near Adamana, and the Petrified
Forest, just across the borderline of Arizona, we might motor from
Gallup, as we turn our backs upon New Mexico, and continue on our
way to Flagstaff in automobiles, instead of on train. That will give
us ample opportunity to see the wonderful sights along the route,
and we can remain as long as we choose at each place. After reaching
Flagstaff, the cars can be sent back to Gallup. Now, what do you say
to these plans?”
As Jack finished his plans, he glanced hopefully around at his
friends to receive their delighted thanks and approval for his
arduous sketch. Instead of hearing words of commendation, such as he
had expected from the girls and Mrs. Courtney, he heard Mrs.
Alexander’s voice.
“No one seems to notice the insult to a lady—of course, my husband
does not count, since he never took lessons in social deportment and
modern etiquette, so his words spoken a short time ago bear no
weight with me;—but I refer to insults to ladies by allowing
men-servants in friendly intercourse with their betters. I have
tried to stand this degrading intimacy with a common valet, and I
must say that, if the young man is going to run this trip, I shall
leave the party!”
Mrs. Alexander stood up during the delivery of this frigid speech,
and, having had her say, stared at Mr. Dalken, whose eyes seemed
riveted upon the floor, and his tongue likewise riveted to silence.
Then she shifted her glance to Mrs. Courtney, who seemed eager to
have Mr. Dalken explain matters. Then her eyes wandered on to the
three girls who were stifling their laughter with handkerchiefs.
This was too much for the complainant.
“Very well! I am to understand that the fellow remains at his post
as major domo, so I am to leave the party. But I will add that my
daughter and Mr. Alveston, as well as my husband, Mr. Alexander,
leaves with me. Come, Dodo, follow me and pack your trunks.” And
Mrs. Alexander beckoned her child to obey.
“Don’t try any funny stunts like this, Maggie!” commanded Mr.
Alexander, getting up from his chair and placing a restraining hand
upon Dodo’s shoulder. “I’m cashier of this outing, remember, and I
ain’t got no patience with your fol-de-rols. It’s bad enough to have
to foot the bills for your escort, but I figger he comes cheaper, at
that, than a maid would cost me. So let him stick to the job, if he
likes. About traipsin’ away with Dodo and me, howsomever—that’s a
horse of another color, and it’s a color I don’t take to. If A. A.
A. wants to run away, we’ll shake a by-by at him and wish him a safe
journey back home—wherever he started from. But you stay right with
me—understand!”
“Why, Ebeneezer Alexander! Do you think, for one little minute, that
I’m going to be ordered about by you?” demanded the irate lady,
flushing as red as a peony, with pent-up fury. “I just reckon not!
I’ll go now, if only to show you that you can’t make me do as you
say. I’ve got enough money left from my Colorado Springs trip to
take me as far from you as I can get. Then dear Algy will see that I
go further.” She was so excited that she failed to understand that
she had made a laughable remark about the end of her proposed
journey.
Algy now arose gallantly to the demand upon his chivalry. “I
certainly will escort yuah theah, deah lady,” mumbled he, tugging at
his infantile mustache.
Mr. Alexander threw back his head and laughed loudly. “Well, mebbe
it’s just as well that you two git out. You never was invited,
remember, and my good friends never said a word about your gettin’
on their nerves, but I can appreciate how broken down their feelin’s
must be by this time. We-all kin get a rest, now. And mebbe Algy
will see to it that you two travel all the way to Reno!”
“Father!” came from Dodo, in shocked tones.
“Don’t worry, Dodo. They won’t take the hint, but I shall have to,
if your Ma sails off in company with that poor stick.”
Mrs. Alexander had reached the door by this time, and she merely
turned to give her liege lord a scathing look. Then she vanished
behind the portières. Algy toddled at her heels.
“Dear me!” cried Mrs. Courtney, in deep distress, “when Jack begged
me to pretend he was a valet, I never dreamed the joke would assume
these dreadful phases. Now it is time it was stopped, Mr. Dalken.”
“I told Jack this evening, when he explained what had been the
impression given to Mrs. Alexander and her young friend, that I
disapproved of the entire plot. Now it is up to him to get us out of
the unpleasant scrape,” replied Mr. Dalken, seriously.
“What’s all this?” demanded Mr. Alexander, wonderingly.
Dodo now began to explain to her father how the mistake of Jack
being a servant had started, and how it had been received by Algy.
She spared her father the story of how her mother danced with Algy
at the hop, in the hotel at Albuquerque, because he seemed annoyed
enough at the fact that a member of his democratic family would
spurn a young man for no other cause than that he was earning his
living.
“I say, it serves that white-haired dude right—to let him show
what’s in him, by the way he acts now. But Jack won’t have to play
valet longer, with Algy out of the way,” explained Mr. Alexander.
Mrs. Courtney did not agree with the little man, and she lost no
time in saying what she thought. “It is not fair to Mrs. Alexander
to play the joke any longer. Dodo must appreciate that her mother is
her natural guardian and as such must be honored and obeyed. We must
try to explain away the differences between us all, and introduce
harmony for the remainder of the tour.”
Mr. Dalken showed his appreciation of these words, by the glance of
admiration he sent Mrs. Courtney; but the glance was not seen by
Polly or Eleanor, because they were too concerned about their “fun.”
“We-e-ll,” came slowly from Mr. Alexander’s lips, “you ought to know
what’s right, Mrs. Courtney; but I must say, my Missus ain’t so much
a guardian and protector of her child like-as-how you seem to say.
Little Dodo’s got me to advise her, and to see that she don’t make
mistakes in choosin’ the wrong husband—but the Missus would have
her gal marry any dumb-bell, as long as he had a title er money.
Ain’t it so, friends? I appeal to you: how about the Urope tower,
when Dodo and me had to elope to get out of marryin’ that Osgood
dude, eh?”
Mrs. Courtney had heard of this unique elopement of Dodo with her
Dad, and she could not help smiling at the remembrance. Still she
felt that certain respects were due Mrs. Alexander, in spite of that
lady’s foolishness and ignorant chase for society honors, and she
said so now.
Mr. Dalken upheld her verdict, and then he turned to Jack.
“Well, seeing how eager you were to keep on acting as my valet, we
will make use of you as one. It is part of your duty to me. I will
write a letter of explanation to Mrs. Alexander, and tell her of
your engagement to serve me during this trip—that you were to
escort the girls and their chaperon to different places on this
Southwest tour, thus affording me all the leisure I would require to
attend to my business appointments. I will confess that you have
other resources to live upon than the salary I pay you; then I will
admit that the salary is merely nominal, since you were eager to
take this journey with us. If that doesn’t fetch the lady to her
senses, then I shall have to try and discover other means. Now, you
all keep quiet while I write. Then we will order Jack to deliver the
letter at Mrs. Alexander’s door in person.”
Since Mr. Dalken was Big Chief of the party, there could be no
objections to his plan, and soon he was seated at a writing-table.
He wrote quickly for some time, then read aloud what he had written.
He blotted the sheet, and folded it carefully, then placed it in an
envelope and wrote the name and room number on the outside. Then he
handed this note to Jack with orders to deliver it at once.
“We shall await your return, Jack,” said Mrs. Courtney, settling
herself in a comfortable position to wait.
Jack looked slightly inclined to rebel against his orders, but Mr.
Dalken had turned away towards the fire-place, and the young
ex-valet sauntered out of the room. The girls watched with a grin of
sympathy upon their faces, but not a word was spoken by any one
present. Mr. Alexander, as though defying his wife’s strict
commands, pulled the old black pipe from his pocket and loaded it
with Cut Plug. Then he struck a match on his trousers leg, and lit
the tobacco. In another minute he was smoking away like a clogged
chimney.
Jack was absent more than the specified ten minutes allowed by his
friends, but when he did come back he was laughing to himself.
“Oh! do tell us all about it!” exclaimed the girls, eagerly.
“No, siree! I had to take that bitter dose without the sugar you
girls might have given me, and now I have no intentions of sharing
the sweets that I earned. But you may find out all about it, some
day. Suffice it for me to say: the awful scandal which threatened
the sweet accord of the Alexander couple has been avoided by my
diplomacy. Henceforth Mr. Alexander and his daughter Dodo will be
made supremely happy by having Mrs. Alexander dote upon them, as all
turtle-doves should.” Jack laughed.
“Jack! You are rude!” reprimanded Mr. Dalken, frowning.
“I’ll say he’s gone queer in the head,” added Mr. Alexander,
knocking the ashes from his pet pipe, and getting up to leave the
room. “If he figgers any one’s goin’ to watch me romancin’ again,
after the experence I had fer nigh thirty years, it shows he’s gone
luny. Rather than live up to his idee, I’ll quit the works—so I
will!”
As the little man rushed away, Mr. Dalken jumped up and ran after
him. It must have taken a deal of explanation and assurance from the
leader of the party to Mr. Alexander, to calm his fears and make him
feel that he was not in any immediate danger of having his wife
daily make love to him.