that some extraordinary thing was afoot next day, every soul who worked in our store, or who entered it on business, vaguely felt. to me, who had gained a hint of what was going forward,—baffling and tantalizing, yet a hint for all that,—and to arnold lamont, who, i was convinced as i saw him watch my uncle's nervous movements, although he had no such plain hint to go upon, had by his keen, silent observation unearthed even more than i, the sense of an impending great event was far from vague. i felt as sure as of my own name that before nightfall something would happen to uproot me from my native town, whose white houses and green trees and hedges, kindly people and familiar associations, lovely scenes and quiet, homely life i so deeply loved.
the strange light in cornelius gleazen's eyes, as he watched us hard at work taking an inventory of stock, confirmed me in the presentiment. my uncle's harassed, nervous manner as he drove us on with our various duties, sim muzzy's garrulous bewilderment, and arnold lamont's keen, silent appraisal, added each its little to the sum of my convictions.
the warmer the day grew, the harder we worked. uncle seth flew about like a madman, picking us up on this thing and that, and urging one to greater haste, another to greater care. throwing off his coat, he pitched in with his own hands, and performed such prodigies of labor that it seemed as if our force were doubled by the addition of himself alone. and all the time neil gleazen sat and smiled and tapped his beaver.
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he was so cool, so impudent about it, that i longed to turn on him and vent my spleen; but to uncle seth it apparently seemed entirely suitable that gleazen should idle while others worked.
of the true meaning of all this haste and turmoil i had no further inkling until in the early afternoon gleazen called loudly,—
"he's here, prompt to the minute."
then uncle seth drew a long breath, mopped the sweat from his face and cried,—
"i'm ready for him, thank heaven! the boys can be finishing up what little's left."
i looked, and saw a gentleman, just alighted from his chaise, tying a handsome black horse to the hitching-post before the door.
turning his back upon us all, uncle seth rushed to the door, his hands extended, and cried, "welcome, sir! since cock-crow this morning we have been hard at work upon the inventory, and it's this minute done—at least, all but adding a few columns. sim, another chair by my desk. quick! mr. gleazen, i wish to present you to mr. brown. come in, sir, come in."
the three shook hands, and all sat down together and talked for some time; then, at the stranger's remark,—"now for figures. there's nothing like figures to tell a story, mr. upham. eh, mr. gleazen? we can run over those columns you spoke of, here and now,"—they bestirred themselves.
"you're right, sir," uncle seth cried: and then he sharply called, "arnold, bring me those lists you've just finished. that's right; is that all? well, then you take the other boys and return those boxes in the back room to their shelves. that'll occupy you all of an hour."
no longer able to pick up an occasional sentence of their[pg 51] talk, we glumly retired out of earshot and were more than ever irritated when gleazen, his cigar between his teeth, stamped up to the door between the front room and the back and firmly closed it.
"why should they wish so much to be alone?" arnold asked.
i ventured no reply; but sim muzzy, as if personally affronted, burst hotly forth:—
"you'd think seth upham would know enough to ask the advice of a man who's been working for him ever since neil gleazen ran away from home, now wouldn't you? here i've toiled day in and out and done good work for him and learned the business, for all the many times he's said he never saw a thicker head, until there ain't a better hand at candling eggs, not this side of boston, than i be. and does he ask my advice when he's got something up his sleeve? no, he don't! and yet i'll leave it to arnold, here, if my nose ain't keener to scent sour milk than any nose in topham—yes, sir."
the idea of sim muzzy's advice on any matter of greater importance than the condition of an egg or the sweetness of milk, in determining which, to do him justice, he was entirely competent, struck me as so funny that i almost sniggered. nor could i have restrained myself, even so, when i perceived arnold looking at me solemnly and as if reproachfully, had not uncle seth just then opened the door and called, "sim, there's a lady here wants some calico and spices. come and wait on her."
when, fifteen minutes later, sim returned, closing the door smartly behind him, arnold asked with a droll quirk, which i alone perceived, "well, my friend, what did you gather during your stay in yonder?"
"gather? gather?" sim spluttered. "i gathered nothing. there was talk of dollars and cents and pounds and[pg 52] pence, and stocks and oils, and ships and horses, and though i listened till my head swam, all i could make out was when neil gleazen told me to shut the door behind my back. if they was to ask my advice, i'd tell 'em to talk sense, that's what i'd do."
"ah, sim," said arnold, "if only they were to ask thy advice, what advice thee would give them!"
"now you're talking like a quaker," sim replied hotly. "why do quakers talk that way, i'd like to know. thee-ing and thou-ing till it is enough to fuddle a sober man's wits. i declare they are almost as bad as people in foreign parts who, i've heard tell, have such a queer way of talking that an honest man can't at all understand what they're saying until he's got used to it."
"such, indeed, is the way of the inconsiderate world, sim," arnold dryly replied.
then the three of us put our shoulders to a hogshead, and in the mighty effort of lifting it to the bulkhead sill ceased to talk.
as we finally raised it and shoved it into the yard, sim stepped farther out than arnold and i, and looking toward the street, whispered, "he's going."
i sprang over beside him and saw that the visitor, having already unhitched his horse, was shaking hands with uncle seth. stepping into the chaise, he then drove off.
for a space of time so long that the man must have come to the bend in the road, uncle seth and cornelius gleazen watched him as he went; then, to puzzle us still further, smiling broadly, they shook hands, and turning about, still entirely unaware that we were watching them, walked with oddly pleased expressions back into the store.
my uncle's face expressed such confidence and friendliness as even i had seldom seen on it.
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"now ain't that queer?" sim began. "if seth upham was a little less set in his ways, i'd—"
with a shrug arnold lamont broke in upon what seemed likely to be a long harangue, and made a comment that was much more to the point. "now," said he, "we are going to hear what has happened."
surely enough, we thought. no sooner were we back in the store, all three of us, than the door opened and in came uncle seth.
"well," said he, brusquely, and yet with a certain pleased expression still lingering about his eyes, "i expected you to have done more. hm! well, work hard. we must have things in order come morning."
arnold smiled as my uncle promptly returned to the front room, but sim and i were keenly disappointed.
"how now, you who are so clever?" sim cried when uncle seth again had closed the door. "how now, arnold? we have heard nothing."
"why," said arnold, imperturbably, "not exactly 'nothing.' we have learned that the man is coming back to-morrow."
"are you crazy?" sim responded. "seth upham said nothing of the kind."
arnold only smiled again. "wait and see," he said.
so we worked until late at night, putting all once more to rights; and in the morning, true to arnold's prophecy, the gentleman with the big black horse, accompanied now by a friend, made a second visit in the front room of the store.
this time he talked but briefly with uncle seth and neil gleazen, who had already waited an hour for his arrival. as if eager to see our business for himself, he then walked through the store, examining every little detail of the stock and fixtures, and asked a vast number of questions,[pg 54] which in themselves showed that he knew what he was about and that he was determined to get at the bottom of our affairs. there was talk of barrels of alexandria superfine flour and hogsheads of kentucky tobacco; of teas—hyson, young hyson, hyson skin, powchong and souchong; of oil, summer and winter; of isles of shoals dun fish and holland gin and preserved ginger, and one thing and another, until, with answering the questions they asked me, i was fairly dizzy.
having examined store and stock to his satisfaction, he then went with uncle seth, to my growing wonder, up to our own house; and from what sim reported when he came back from a trip to spy upon them, they examined the house with the same care. in due course they returned to the store and sat down at the desk, and then the friend who accompanied our first visitor wrote for some time on an official-looking document; uncle seth and the strange gentleman signed it; arnold lamont, whom they summoned for the purpose, and cornelius gleazen witnessed it; and all four drove away together, the gentleman and his friend in their chaise and uncle seth and neil gleazen in our own.
"when seth upham returns," said arnold, "we shall be told all."
and it was so.
coming back alone in the late afternoon, uncle seth and gleazen left the chaise at the door, and entering, announced that we should close the store early that day. gleazen was radiant with good-nature, and there was the odor of liquor on his breath. uncle seth, on the contrary, appeared not to have tasted a drop. he was, if anything, a little sharper than ever at one moment, a little more jovial at the next, excited always, and full of some mysterious news that seemed both to delight and to frighten him.
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obediently we fastened the shutters and drew the shades and made ready for the night.
"now, lads," said uncle seth, "come in by my desk and take chairs. i have news for you."
exchanging glances, we did so. even sim muzzy was silent now.
we all sat down together, uncle seth and neil gleazen at the desk, arnold lamont and i a little at one side, and sim muzzy tilting back importantly at a point from which he could watch us all.
at the time i thought what an interesting study in character the others made; but since then i have come to think that by my own attitude toward them i revealed more of the manner of youth i myself was, than by their bearing they revealed of the manner of men they were. there was neil gleazen, who held his cigar in his left hand and, with the finger on which his great diamond flashed, knocked each bit of ash on the floor so promptly after it formed, that the glowing coal of fire seemed to eat into the dark tobacco and leave no residue whatever. i was confident that he thought more of me both for my good fellowship and for my sound sense than he thought of any of the others present—or in town, for that matter! as for uncle seth, who was at once nervous and elated, i must confess, although it did not take me long to learn enough to be heartily ashamed of it, that i was just a little inclined in my own mind to patronize him; for although all my excellent prospects came entirely from his shrewd labors, i felt that he was essentially the big toad in the small puddle.
with the others, i smiled at sim muzzy. but with regard to arnold lamont i was less confident. there had been a world of philosophy in his brief remark that a man does not tell all he knows; and my fencing bout with him[pg 56] was still too fresh in my mind to permit me actually to patronize him. he sat now with his thoughtful eyes intent on my uncle, and of the five of us he was by long odds the most composed.
although i have betrayed my vanity in a none too flattering light, it would be unjust, i truly think, not to add, at the risk of seeming to contradict myself, that i was instinctively kind-hearted, and that i did not lack for courage.
"i have news for you, boys," uncle seth began, with a manner at once abrupt and a little pompous, but with a warm smile at me. "i hope you'll be glad to hear it, although it means a radical change in the life we've lived together for so many years. first of all, i want to say that each of you will be well looked after."
uncle seth paused and glanced at cornelius gleazen, who nodded as if to encourage him to go on.
"yes, you will be well looked after, however it may appear at first flush. i'll see that no faithful man suffers to my profit, even though i have sold the store."
"what's that? you've sold the store?" sim wildly broke in. "if you've—you've gone and sold the store? what—what?"
"be still, sim," uncle seth interposed. "yes, i have sold the store. i know that joe'll not be surprised to hear it; but even he has had only the vaguest hint of what's going forward. the gentleman who was here yesterday and to-day, has bought me out, store and house, lock, stock, and barrel."
"the house!" i cried.
"yes," said uncle seth shortly.
"but what'll i do? and arnold? and joe?" sim demanded. "oh, seth upham! never did i think to see this day and hear them words."
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"i'm coming to that," said uncle seth. "there'll be room here for the three of you if you want to stay, and there'll be work in abundance in the store; but—ah, lads, here's the chance for you!—there'll be room for you with me, if you wish to come. i have bought a ship—"
"a brig," cornelius gleazen put in.
"a brig," said uncle seth, accepting the correction. "the adventure, a very tidy little craft, and well named."
cornelius gleazen gave his cigar a harder flick and in a reminiscent voice again forced his way into the conversation. "ninety-seven foot on deck, twenty-four foot beam, sixteen foot deep, and a good two hundred and fifty ton, built of white oak and copper fastened. baltimore bow and beautiful rake. trim as a gull and fast as a duck. tidy's the word, seth, tidy."
gleazen's fingers were twitching and his eyes were strangely alight.
"yes, yes," said uncle seth, sharply.
"but that's not all," gleazen insisted.
"well, what of it?" uncle seth demanded. "are you going to tell 'em everything?"
at this gleazen paused and looked hard at his cigar. his fingers, i could see, were twitching more than ever.
"no," he slowly said, "not everything. go ahead, seth."
"if you keep putting in, how can i go ahead."
"oh, stow it!" gleazen suddenly roared. "this is no piffling storekeeper's game. go on!"
as you can imagine, we were all eyes and ears at this brush between the two; and when gleazen lost his temper and burst out so hotly, in spite of my admiration for the man, i hoped, and confidently expected, to see uncle seth come back, hammer and tongs, and give him as good[pg 58] as he sent. instead, he suddenly turned white and became strangely calm, and in a low, subdued voice went on to the rest of us:—
"we shall take on a cargo at boston and sail for the west indies, where we shall add a few men to the crew and thence sail for africa. i'm sure the voyage will yield a good profit and—"
"o seth, o seth!" cried gleazen, abruptly. "that is no manner of way to talk to the boys. let me tell 'em!"
my uncle, at this, drew back in his chair and said with great dignity, "sir, whose money is financing this venture?"
"money?" gleazen roared with laughter. "what's money without brains? i'll tell 'em? you sit tight."
we were all but dumbfounded. white of face and blue of lip, seth upham sat in his chair—his no longer!—and gleazen told us.
he threw his cigar-butt on the floor and stepped on it, and drummed on his beaver hat with nimble fingers.
"it's like this, lads," he said in a voice that implied that he was confiding in us: "i've come home here to topham with a fortune, to be sure, and i've come to end my days in the town that gave me birth. but—" his voice now fell almost to a whisper—"i've left a king's wealth on the coast of guinea."
he paused to see the effect of his words. i could hear my uncle breathing hard, but i held my eyes intently on neil gleazen's face.
"a fit treasure for an emperor!" he whispered, in such a way that the words came almost hissing to our ears.
still we sat in silence and stared at him.
"with three good men to guard it," he went on after another pause. "three tried, true men—friends of mine, every one of them. suppose i have made my fortune and[pg 59] come home to end my days in comfort? i'd as soon have a little more, hadn't you? and i'd as soon give a hand to a hard-working, honest boyhood friend, hadn't you? here's what i done: i said to seth upham, who has robbed many a church with me—"
at that, i thought my uncle was going to cry out in protest or denial; but his words died in his throat.
"i said to him, 'seth, you and me is old friends. now here's this little scheme. i've got plenty myself, so i'll gladly share with you. if you'll raise the money for this venture, you'll be helping three good men to get their little pile out of the hands of heathen savages, and half of the profits will be yours.' so he says he'll raise money for the venture, and he done so, and he's sold his store and his house, and now he can't back down. how about it, seth?"
my uncle gulped, but made no reply. gleazen, who up to this point had been always deferential and considerate, seemed, out of a clear sky, suddenly to have assumed absolute control of our united fortunes.
"of course it won't do to turn off old friends," he continued. "so he made up his mind to give you lads your choice of coming with us at handsome pay—one third of his lay is to be divided amongst those of you that come—"
"no, i never said that," uncle seth cried, as if startled into speech.
"you never?" gleazen returned in seeming amazement. "the papers is signed, seth."
"but i never said that!"
gleazen turned on my uncle, his eyes blazing. "this from you!" he cried with a crackling oath. "after all i've done! i swear i'll back out now—then where'll you be? what's more, i'll tell what i know."
my uncle in a dazed way looked around the place that[pg 60] up to now had been his own little kingdom and uttered some unintelligible murmur.
"ah," said gleazen, "i thought you did." then, as if uncle seth had not broken in upon him, as if he had not retorted at uncle seth, as if his low, even voice had not been raised in pitch since he began, he went on, "or, lads, you can stay. what do you say?"
still we sat and stared at him.
sim muzzy, as usual, was first to speak and last to think. "i'll go," he exclaimed eagerly, "i'll go, for one."
"good lad," said gleazen, who, although they were nearly of an age, outrageously patronized him.
with my familiar world torn down about my shoulders, and the patrimony that i long had regarded as mine about to be imperiled in this strange expedition, it seemed that i must choose between a berth in the new vessel and a clerkship with no prospects. it was not a difficult choice for a youth with a leaning toward adventure, nor was i altogether unprepared for it. then, too, there was something in me that would not suffer me lightly to break all ties with my mother's only brother. after a moment for reflection, i said, "i'll go, for two."
meanwhile, arnold lamont had been studying us all and had seen, i am confident, more than any of us. he had taken time to notice to the full the sudden return of all cornelius gleazen's arrogance and the extraordinary meekness of uncle seth who, without serious affront, had just now taken words from gleazen for which he would once have blazed out at him in fury.
it did not take arnold lamont's subtlety to see that gleazen, by some means or other, had got seth upham under his thumb and was taking keen pleasure in feeling him there. gleazen's attitude toward my uncle had undergone a curious series of changes since the day when, for the[pg 61] first time, i had seen him enter our store: from arrogance he had descended to courtesy, even to deference; but from deference he had now returned again to arrogance. in his attitude on that first day there had been much of the cool insolence that he now manifested; but after a few days it had seemed to a certain extent to have vanished. rather, the consideration with which he had of late treated my uncle had been so great as to make this new impudence the more amazing.
many things may have influenced arnold in his decision; but among them, i think, were his gratitude to uncle seth, who had taken him in and given him a good living, and who, we both could see, was likely now to need the utmost that a friend could give him; his friendliness for sim and me, with whom he had worked so long; and, which i did not at the time suspect, the desire of a keen, able, straight-forward man to meet and beat cornelius gleazen at his own game.
"i will go with you," he quietly said.
"good lads!" gleazen cried.
"one thing more," said i.
"anything—anything—within reason, aye, or without."
"uncle seth once spoke to me of selling out abraham guptil."
my uncle now bestirred himself and, shaking off the discomfiture with which he had received gleazen's earlier words, said with something of his usual sharpness, "the sheriff has had the papers these three days."
"then," i cried, "i beg you, as a favor, let him have a berth with us."
"what's that? some farmer?" gleazen demanded.
"he's bred to the sea," i returned.
"that puts another face on the matter," said gleazen.
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"well," said my uncle. "but his lay comes out of the part that goes to you, then."
"but," i responded, "i thought of his signing on at regular wages." then i blushed at my own selfishness and hastened to add, "never mind that. i for one will say that he shall share alike with us."
and the others, knowing his plight, agreed as with a single voice.
"now, then, my lads," cornelius gleazen cried, "a word in confidence: to the village and to the world we'll say that we are going on a trading voyage. and so we are! all this rest of our talk," he continued slowly and impressively, "all this rest of our talk is a secret between you four and me and god almighty." he brought his great fist down on the desk with a terrific bang. "if any one of you four men—i don't care a tinker's damn which one—lets this story leak, i'll kill him."
at the time i did not think that he meant it; since then i have come to think that he did.
