In the same way, the secretary of the School Board was silenced with a stuffed duck a la Ossawippi.
Three members of the town council were converted with a Dindon farci a la Josh Smith.
And then, finally, Mr.Diston persuaded Dean Drone to come, and as soon as Mr.Smith and Alphonse saw him they landed him with a fried flounder that even the apostles would have appreciated.
After that, every one knew that the license question was practically settled.The petition was all over the town.It was printed in duplicate at the Newspacket and you could see it lying on the counter of every shop in Mariposa.Some of the people signed it twenty or thirty times.
It was the right kind of document too.It began--"Whereas in the bounty of providence the earth putteth forth her luscious fruits and her vineyards for the delight and enjoyment of mankind--" It made you thirsty just to read it.Any man who read that petition over was wild to get to the Rats' Cooler.
When it was all signed up they had nearly three thousand names on it.
Then Nivens, the lawyer, and Mr.Gingham (as a provincial official)took it down to the county town, and by three o'clock that afternoon the news had gone out from the long distance telephone office that Smith's license was renewed for three years.
Rejoicings! Well, I should think so! Everybody was down wanting to shake hands with Mr.Smith.They told him that he had done more to boom Mariposa than any ten men in town.Some of them said he ought to run for the town council, and others wanted to make him the Conservative candidate for the next Dominion election.The caff was a mere babel of voices, and even the Rats' Cooler was almost floated away from its moorings.
And in the middle of it all, Mr.Smith found time to say to Billy, the desk clerk: "Take the cash registers out of the caff and the Rats' Cooler and start counting up the books."And Billy said: "Will I write the letters for the palms and the tables and the stuff to go back?"And Mr.Smith said: "Get 'em written right away."So all evening the laughter and the chatter and the congratulations went on, and it wasn't till long after midnight that Mr.Smith was able to join Billy in the private room behind the "rotunda." Even when he did, there was a quiet and a dignity about his manner that had never been there before.I think it must have been the new halo of the Conservative candidacy that already radiated from his brow.It was, I imagine, at this very moment that Mr.Smith first realised that the hotel business formed the natural and proper threshold of the national legislature.
"Here's the account of the cash registers," said Billy.
"Let me see it," said Mr.Smith.And he studied the figures without a word.
"And here's the letters about the palms, and here's Alphonse up to yesterday--"And then an amazing thing happened.
"Billy," said Mr.Smith, "tear'em up.I ain't going to do it.It ain't right and I won't do it.They got me the license for to keep the caff and I'm going to keep the caff.I don't need to close her.
The bar's good for anything from forty to a hundred a day now, with the Rats' Cooler going good, and that caff will stay right here."And stay it did.
There it stands, mind you, to this day.You've only to step round the corner of Smith's Hotel on the side street and read the sign: LADIES'
AND GENT'S CAFE, just as large and as imposing as ever.
Mr.Smith said that he'd keep the caff, and when he saida thing he meant it!
Of course there were changes, small changes.
I don't say, mind you, that the fillet de beef that you get there now is perhaps quite up to the level of the filet de boeufs aux champignons of the days of glory.
No doubt the lamb chops in Smith's Caff are often very much the same, nowadays, as the lamb chops of the Mariposa House or the Continental.
Of course, things like Omelette aux Trufles practically died out when Alphonse went.And, naturally, the leaving of Alphonse was inevitable.No one knew just when he went, or why.But one morning he was gone.Mr.Smith said that "Alf had to go back to his folks in the old country."So, too, when Alf left, the use of the French language, as such, fell off tremendously in the caff.Even now they use it to some extent.
You can still get fillet de beef, and saucisson au juice, but Billy the desk clerk has considerable trouble with the spelling.
The Rats' Cooler, of course, closed down, or rather Mr.Smith closed it for repairs, and there is every likelihood that it will hardly open for three years.But the caff is there.They don't use the grills, because there's no need to, with the hotel kitchen so handy.
The "girl room," I may say, was never opened.Mr.Smith promised it, it is true, for the winter, and still talks of it.But somehow there's been a sort of feeling against it.Every one in town admits that every big hotel in the city has a "girl room" and that it must be all right.Still, there's a certain--well, you know how sensitive opinion is in a place like Mariposa.
