As Ina Carroll's wedding-day drew nearer, the excitement in Banbridge
increased. It was known that the services of a New York caterer had
been engaged. Blumenfeldt was decorating the church, Samson Rawdy was
furbishing up all his vehicles and had hired supplementary ones from
New Sanderson.
"No girl has ever went from this town as that Carroll girl will," he
told his wife, who assisted him to clean the carriage cushions.
"I s'pose the folks will dress a good deal," said she, brushing
assiduously.
"You bet," said her husband.
"Well, they won't get no dirt on their fine duds off _your_
carriage-seats," said she. She was large and perspiring, but full of
the content of righteous zeal. She and Samson Rawdy thoroughly
enjoyed the occasion, and he was, moreover, quite free from any money
anxiety regarding it. At first he had been considerably exercised. He
had come home and conferred with his wife, who was the business
balance-wheel of the family.
"Carroll has been speakin' to me about providin' carriages for his
daughter's weddin', an' I dunno about it," said he.
"How many does he want?" inquired his wife. He had sunk on his
doorstep on coming home at dusk, and sat with speculative eyes on the
pale western sky, while his wife sat judicially, quite filling with
her heated bulk a large rocking-chair, placed for greater coolness in
front of the step, in the middle of the slate walk.
"He wants all mine and all I can hire in New Sanderson," replied
Rawdy.
"Lord!" ejaculated his wife. "All them?"
"All them," replied Rawdy, moodily triumphant.
"Well," said his wife, "that ain't the point."
"No, it ain't," agreed Rawdy.
"The point is," said she, "is he agoin' to or ain't he agoin' to pay."
"That's so," said Rawdy.
"He's a-owin' everybody, ain't he?" said the wife.
"Pooty near, I guess."
"Well, you ain't goin' to let one of your cerridges go, let alone
hirin', unless he pays ahead."
"Lord! Dilly, how'm I goin' to ask him?" protested Rawdy.
"How? Why, the way anybody would ask him. 'Ain't you got a tongue in
your head?" demanded she.
"You dunno what a man he is. I asked him the other night when I drove
him up, and it wa'n't a job I liked, I can tell you."
"Did he pay you?"
"Paid me some of it."
"He's owin' you now, ain't he?"
"Well, he ain't owin' much, only the few times their cerridge 'ain't
been down. It ain't much, Dilly."
"But it's something."
"Yes; everythin' that ain't nothin' is somethin', I s'pose."
"And now you're goin' right on an' lettin' him have all your
cerridges, and you'll be wantin' me to help clean the seats, too,
I'll warrant, and you're agoin' to hire into the bargain, with him
owin' you and owin' everybody else in town."
"Now, Dilly, I didn't say I was agoin' to," protested Rawdy.
"An' me needin' a new dress, and 'ain't had one to my back for two
years, and them Carroll women in a different one every time they
appear out, and the girl having enough clothes for a Vanderbilt. I
guess Stella Griggs will rue the day. She's a fool, and always was.
If you can afford to give that man money you can afford to get me a
new dress. I'd go to the weddin'--it's free, in the church--if I had
anything decent to wear."
"Now, Dilly, what can I do? I leave it to you," asked Samson Rawdy,
with confessed helplessness.
"Do?" said she. "Why, tell him he's got to pay ahead or he can't have
the cerridges. If you're afraid to, I'll ask him. I ain't afraid."
"Lord! I ain't afraid, Dilly," said Rawdy.
"You'd better clean up, after supper, an' go up there and tell him,"
said Dilly Rawdy, mercilessly.
In the end Rawdy obeyed, having shaved and washed, and set forth.
When he returned he was jubilant.
"He's a gentleman, I don't care what they say," said he, "and he
treated me like a gentleman. Gave me a cigar, and asked me to sit
down. He was smokin', himself, out on the porch. The women folks were
in the house.
"Did he pay you?" asked Mrs. Rawdy.
Then Rawdy shook a fat roll of bills in her face. "Look at here,"
said he.
"The whole of it?"
"Every darned mill; my cerridges and the New Sanderson ones, too."
"Well, now, ain't you glad you did the way I told you to?"
"Lord! he'd paid me, anyway," declared Rawdy. "He's a gentleman.
Women are always dreadful scart."
"It's a pity men wasn't a little scarter sometimes," said his wife.
Rawdy, grinning, tossed a bill to her. "Wa'n't you sayin' you wanted
a dress?" said he.
"I ruther guess I do. I 'ain't had one for two years."
"I guess I'd better git a silk hat to wear. I suppose I shall have to
drive some of the Carrolls' folks," said Rawdy, with a timid look at
his wife. A silk hat had always been his ambition, but she had always
frowned upon it.
"Well, I would," said she, cordially.
Samson Rawdy told everybody how Carroll had paid him in
advance--"every cent, sir; and he didn't believe, for his part, half
the stories that were told about him. He guessed that he paid, in the
long run, as well as anybody in Banbridge. Carroll wa'n't the only
one that hadn't paid him, not by a long-shot. He guessed some of them
that talked about Carroll had better look to home. He called Carroll
a gentleman, and any time when anything happened that his carriage
wa'n't on hand when the train come in, he was ready an' willin' to
drive him up, or any of his folks, an' if they didn't have a quarter
handy right on the spot, he wa'n't goin' to lay awake sweatin' over
it."
Rawdy's testimony prevented Blumenfeldt, the florist, from asking for
his pay in advance, as he had intended. He and his son and daughter,
who assisted him in his business, decorated the church and the
Carroll house, and wagons laden with palms and flowers were
constantly on the road. Tuesday, the day before the wedding, was
unusually warm. Banbridge had an air of festive weariness. Everybody
who passed the church stopped and stared at the open doors and the
wilting grass leaves strewn about.
Elsa Blumenfeldt, in a blue shirt-waist and black skirt, with the
tightest of fair braids packed above a round, pink face, with eyes so
blue they looked opaque, tied and wove garlands with the stolid
radiance of her kind. Her brother Franz worked as she did. Only the
father Blumenfeldt, who was of a more nervous strain, flew about in
excitement, his fat form full of vibrations, his fat face blazing,
contorting with frantic energy.
"It iss ein goot yob," he repeated, constantly--"ein goot yob." Not a
doubt was left. When he came in contact with Carroll he bowed to the
ground; he was full of eager protestations, of almost hysterical
assertions. All day long he was in incessant and fruitless motion,
buzzing, as it were, over his task, conserving force only in the heat
of his own spirit, not in the performance of the work. Meanwhile the
son and daughter, dogged, undiverted, wrought with good results,
weaving many a pretty floral fancy with their fat fingers. Eddy
Carroll had taken it upon himself to guard the church doors and
prevent people from viewing the splendors before the appointed time.
All the morning he had waged war with sundry of his small associates,
who were restrained from forcible entry only by the fear of the
Blumenfeldt family.
"Mr. Blumenfeldt says he'll run anybody out who goes in, and kick 'em
head over heels all the way down the aisle and down the steps," Eddy
declared, mendaciously, to everybody, even his elders.
"I think you are telling a lie, little boy," said Mrs. Samson Rawdy,
who had come with a timid female friend on a tour of inspection. Mrs.
Rawdy, in virtue of her husband's employment, felt a sort of
proprietorship in the occasion.
"There won't be a mite of trouble about our goin' in to see the
church," she told the friend, who was a humble soul.
But Mrs. Rawdy reckoned without Eddy Carroll. When she told him that
he was telling a lie, he smiled sweetly at her.
"You're telling a lie yourself, missis," said he.
Mrs. Rawdy essayed to push past him, but as he stood directly in the
door, and she was unable, on account of her stout habit of body, to
pass him, and hardly ventured to forcibly remove him, she desisted.
"You are a sassy little boy," said she, "and if your sister is as
sassy as her brother, I pity the man that's goin' to marry her."
In reply Eddy made up an impish face at her as she retreated. Then he
entered the church himself to inspect progress, returning immediately
to take up his position of sentry again. About noon Anderson passed
on his way to the post-office, and nodded.
"You can't come in," the boy called out.
"All right," Anderson responded. But then Eddy made a flying leap
from the church door and caught hold of his arm.
"Say, you can, if you won't tell anybody about it," he whispered, as
if the curious village was within ear-shot.
"I am afraid I cannot stop now, thank you," Anderson replied, smiling.
"You ain't mad, are you?"
Anderson assured him that he was not.
"They didn't tell me to keep folks out," Eddy explained, "but I made
up my mind I didn't want everybody seeing it till it was done. It's
going to be a stunner, I can tell you. There's palms and pots of
flowers, and yards and yards of white and green ribbon tied in bows,
and the pews are all tied round with evergreen boughs, and to-morrow
the smilax is going up. I tell you, it's fine."
"It must be," said Anderson. He strove to move on, but could not
break free from the boy's little, clinging hand. "Just come up the
steps and peek in," pleaded Eddy. So Anderson yielded weakly and let
himself be pulled up the steps to the entrance of the church.
"Ain't it handsome?" asked Eddy, triumphantly.
"Very," replied Anderson.
"Say," said Eddy, "was it as handsome when you were married yourself?"
"I never was married," replied Anderson, laughing.
"You weren't?" said Eddy, staring at him. "Why, I thought you were a
widow man."
"No," said Anderson.
"Well, why were you never married?" asked Eddy, sharply.
"Oh, for a good many reasons which I have never formulated
sufficiently to give," replied Anderson.
"I hate big words," said Eddy, "and I didn't think you would do it.
It's mean."
"So it is," said Anderson, with a kindly look at him. "Well, all I
meant was I couldn't give my reasons without thinking it over."
"Perhaps you'll tell me when you get them thought over," said Eddy,
accepting the apology generously.
"Perhaps."
Anderson turned to go, after saying again that the church was very
handsomely decorated, and Eddy still kept at his side.
"You didn't stay not married because you couldn't get a girl to marry
you, anyhow, I know that," said he, "because you are an awful
handsome man. You are better-looking than major Arms. I should think
Ina would a heap rather have married you."
"Thank you," said Anderson.
"You are going to the wedding, aren't you?" asked Eddy.
"No, I think not."
"Why not?"
"I am very busy."
"Why, you don't keep your store open Wednesday evening?" asked Eddy,
regarding him sharply.
"I have letters to write," replied Anderson.
"Oh, shucks! let the letters go!" cried the boy. "There's going to be
stacks of fun, and lots of things to eat. There's chicken salad and
lobster, and sandwiches, and ice-cream and cake, and coffee and cake,
and--" The boy hesitated; then he spoke again in a whisper of triumph
that had its meaning of pathos: "They are all paid for. I know, for I
heard papa tell Major Arms. The carriages are paid for, too, and the
florist is going to be paid."
"That's good," said Anderson.
"Yes, sir, so the things are sure to be there. They won't back out at
the last minute, as they do sometimes. Awful mean, too. Say, you'd
better come. Your mother can come, too. She likes ice-cream, don't
she?"
Anderson said that he believed she did.
"Well, she'll be sure to get all she can eat," said Eddy. "Tell her
to come. I like your mother." He clung closely to the man's arm and
walked along the street with him, forgetting his post as guardian of
the church. "You'll come, won't you?" he said.
"No. I shall be too busy, my son," said Anderson, smiling; and
finally Eddy retreated dissatisfied. When he went home an hour later
he burst into the house with a question.
"Say," he asked Charlotte, "I want to know if Mr. Anderson and his
mother were asked to the wedding."
Charlotte was hurrying through the hall with white and green ribbons
flying around her, en route to trim the bay-window where the bridal
couple were to stand to receive the guests. "Oh, Eddy, dear," she
cried, "I can't stop now; indeed I can't. I don't know who was
invited and who not."
"But, Charlotte," Eddy persisted, "I want to know particularly.
Please tell me, honey."
Then Charlotte stopped and looked back over her great snarl of white
and green ribbon. "Who did you say, dear?" she asked. "Hurry! I can't
stop."
"Mr. Anderson," repeated Eddy. "Mr. Anderson and his mother."
"Mr. Anderson and his mother?" repeated Charlotte, vaguely, and just
then Anna Carroll came with a little table which was to support a
bowl of roses in the bay-window.
"Mr. Anderson," said Eddy again.
"I don't know who you mean, Eddy, dear," said Charlotte.
"Why, yes, you do, Charlotte, Mr. Anderson and his mother."
"What is it?" asked Anna Carroll. "Eddy, you must not stop us for
anything. We are too busy."
"You might just tell me if they are asked to the wedding," said Eddy,
in an aggrieved tone. "That won't take a minute. Mr. Anderson. He
keeps store."
"Gracious!" cried Anna Carroll. "The child means the grocer! No,
dear, he isn't asked."
"Why, I never thought!" said Charlotte. "No, dear, he isn't asked."
"Why not?" asked Eddy.
"We couldn't ask everybody, honey," replied Anna. "Now you must not
hinder us another minute."
But Eddy danced persistently before them, barring their progress.
"He isn't everybody," he said. "He's the nicest man in this town. Why
didn't you ask him? Didn't you think he was nice enough, I'd like to
know?"
"Of course he is nice, dear," said Charlotte; "very nice." She
flushed a little.
"Why didn't you ask him, then?" demanded Eddy. "I call it mean."
Anna took Eddy by his small shoulders and set him aside.
"Eddy," she said, sternly, "not another word. We could not ask the
grocer to your sister's wedding. Now, don't say another word about
it. Your sister and I are too busy to bother with you."
"I don't see why you won't ask him because he's a grocer," Eddy
called, indignantly, after her. "He's the nicest man here, and he
always lets us have things, whether we pay him or not. I have heard
you say so. I think you are awful mean to take his groceries, and eat
'em, and use them for Ina's wedding, and then not ask him, just
because he is a grocer."
Anna's laughter floated back, and the boy wondered angrily what she
was laughing at. Then he went by himself about righting wrongs. He
hunted about until he found on his mother's desk some left-over
wedding-cards, and he sent invitations to both the wedding and
reception to Randolph Anderson and his mother, which were received
that night.
Randolph carried them home, and his mother examined them with
considerable satisfaction.
"We might go to the ceremony," said she, with doubtful eyes on her
son's face.
"I really think we had better not, mother."
"You think we had better not, simply to the ceremony? Of course I
admit that we could not go to the reception at the house, since we
have not called, but the ceremony?"
"I think we had better not; this very late invitation--"
"Oh, Randolph, that is easily accounted for. It is so easy to
overlook an invitation."
But Randolph persisted in his dissent to the proposition to attend.
He was quite sure how the invitation had happened to come at all, and
later on in the day he was confirmed in his opinion when Eddy Carroll
made a rush into his office and inquired, breathlessly, if he had
received his invitation and if he was coming.
"Because I found out you hadn't been asked, and I told them it was
mean, and I sent you one myself," said he, with generous indignation.
Anderson finally compromised by going with him to the church and
viewing the completed decorations. He also presented him with a
package of candy from his glass jars when he followed him back to the
store.
"Say, you are a brick," Eddy assured him. "When I am a man I am going
to keep a grocery store. I'd a great deal rather do that than have a
business like papa's. If you have the things yourself in your own
store, you don't have to owe anybody for them. Good-bye. If you
should get those letters done, you come, and your mother, and I'll
look out you have everything you want; and I'll save seats in the pew
where I sit, too."
"Thank you," said Anderson, and was conscious of an exceedingly warm
feeling for the child flying out of the store with his package of
sweets under his arm.