"'Why, the trick Mr. Williams put up on him? Hey? You ain't heard? Well, Mr. Williams's fixed him nice, HE has! Seems Abner Payne hadn't answered Sol's letter tellin' him he'd accept the offer to swap lots, and Williams went up to Wareham where Payne's been stayin' and offered him a thumpin' price for the land on Main Street, and took it. The deed's all made out. Cap'n Sol can't move where he was goin' to, and he's left with his house on the town, as you might say. Ain't it a joke, though? Where is Sol? I want to be the fust to tell him and see how he acts. Is he to home?'
"I was shook pretty nigh to pieces, but I had some sense left.
"'No, he ain't,' says I. 'I see him go up street a spell ago.'"
"Why, Simeon!" interrupted Mrs. Phinney once more. "Was that true?
How COULD you see him when--"
"Be still! S'pose I was goin' to tell him where Sol HAD gone? I'd have lied myself blue fust. However, Cornelius was satisfied.
"'That so?' he grunts. 'By jings! I'm goin' to find him.'
"Off he went, and the next thing I knew the Edwards door opened, and I heard somebody callin' my name. I went acrost, walkin' in a kind of daze, and there, in the doorway, with the lamp shinin' on 'em, was Cap'n Sol and Olive. The tears was wet on her cheeks, but she was smilin' in a kind of shy, half-believin' sort of way, and as for Sol, he was one broad, satisfied grin.
"'Cap'n,' I begun, 'I just heard the everlastin'est news that--'
"'Shut up, Sim!' he orders, cheerful. 'You've been a mighty good friend to both of us, and I want you to be the fust to shake hands.'
"'Shake hands?' I stammers, lookin' at 'em. 'WHAT? You don't mean--'
"'I mean shake hands. Don't you want to?'
"Want to! I give 'em both one more look, and then we shook, up to the elbows; and my grin had the Cap'n's beat holler.
"'Sim,' he says, after I'd cackled a few minutes, 'I cal'late maybe that white horse is well by this time. P'r'aps we might move a little faster. I'm kind of anxious to get to Main Street.'
"Then I remembered. 'Great gosh all fish-hooks!' I sings out.
'Main Street? Why, there AIN'T no Main Street!'
"And I gives 'em Cornelius's news. The widow's smile faded out.
"'Oh!' says she. 'O Solomon! And I got you into all this trouble!'
"Cap'n Sol didn't stop grinnin', but he scratched his head. 'Huh!' says he. 'Mark one up for King Williams the Great. Humph!'
"He thought for a minute and then he laughed out loud. 'Olive,' he says, 'if I remember right, you and I always figgered to live on the Shore Road. It's the best site in town. Sim, I guess if that white horse IS well, you can move that shanty of mine right to Cross Street, down that, and back along the Shore Road to the place where it come from. THAT land's mine yet,' says he.
"If that wa'n't him all over! I couldn't think what to say, except that folks would laugh some, I cal'lated.
"'Not at us, they won't,' says he. 'We'll clear out till the laughin' is over. Olive, to-morrer mornin' we'll call on Parson Hilton and then take the ten o'clock train. I feel's if a trip to Washin'ton would be about right just now.'
"She started and blushed and then looked up into his face.
'Solomon,' she says, low, 'I really would like to go to Niagara.'
"He shook his head. 'Old lady,' says he, 'I guess you don't quite understand this thing. See here'--p'intin' to his house loomin' big and black in the roadway--'see! the mountain has come to Mahomet.'"
Mrs. Phinney had heard enough. She sprang from her chair and seized her husband's hands.
"Splendid!" she cried, her face beaming. "Oh, AIN'T it lovely!
Ain't you glad for 'em, Simeon?"
"Glad! Say, Emeline; there's some of that wild-cherry bounce down cellar, ain't there? Let's break our teetotalism for once and drink a glass to Cap'n and Mrs. Solomon Berry. Jerushy! I got to do SOMETHIN' to celebrate."
On the Hill Boulevard the summer wind stirred the silverleaf poplars. The thick, black shadows along the sidewalks were heavy with the perfume of flowers. Captain Sol, ex-depot master of East Harniss, strolled on in the dark, under the stars, his hands in his pockets, and in his heart happiness complete and absolute.
Behind him twinkled the lamp in the window of the Edwards house, so soon to be torn down. Before him, over the barberry hedge, blazed the windows of the mansion the owner of which was responsible for it all. The windows were open, and through them sounded the voices of the mighty Ogden Hapworth Williams and his wife, engaged in a lively altercation. It was an open secret that their married life was anything but peaceful.
"What are you grumbling about now?" demanded 'Williams. "Don't I give you more money than--"
"Nonsense!" sneered Mrs. Williams, in scornful derision.
"Nonsense, I say! Money is all there is to you, Ogden. In other things, the real things of this world, those you can't buy with money, you're a perfect imbecile. You know nothing whatever about them."
Captain Sol, alone on the walk by the hedge, glanced in the direction of the shrill voice, then back at the lamp in Olive's window. And he laughed aloud.
