He was still sitting there, twirling an idle pencil between his fingers, when he heard steps outside his door. Someone knocked.
"Well, what is it?" he asked.
His landlady answered.
"Mr. Pearson," she said, "may I see you?"
He threw down the pencil and, rising, walked to the door and opened it. Mrs. Hepton was waiting in the hall. She seemed excited.
"Mr. Pearson," she said, "will you step downstairs with me for a moment? I have a surprise for you.""A surprise? What sort of a surprise?"
"Oh, a pleasant one. At least I think it is going to be pleasant for all of us. But I'm not going to tell you what it is. You must come down and see for yourself."She led the way downstairs, the young man following her, wondering what the surprise might be, and fairly certain it, nor anything else, could be pleasant on that day.
He supposed, of course, that he must descend to the parlor to reach the solution of the mystery, but he was mistaken. On the second floor Mrs. Hepton stopped and pointed.
"It's in there," she said, pointing.
"There" was the room formerly occupied by Mr. Saks, the long-haired artist. Since his departure it had been vacant. Pearson looked at the closed door and then at the lady.
"A surprise for me in THERE?" he repeated. "What's the joke, Mrs.
Hepton?"
By way of answer she took him by the arm, and, leading him to the door, threw the latter open.
"Here he is!" she said.
"Hello, Jim!" hailed Captain Elisha Warren, cheerfully. "Ship ahoy! Glad to see you."He was standing in the middle of the room, his hat on the table and his hands in his pockets.
Pearson was surprised; there was no doubt of that--not so much at the sight of his friend--he had expected to see or hear from the captain before the day was over--as at seeing him in that room. He could not understand what he was doing there.
Captain Elisha noted his bewildered expression, and chuckled.
"Come aboard, Jim!" he commanded. "Come in and inspect. I'll see you later, Mrs. Hepton," he added, "and give you my final word. Iwant to hold officer's council with Mr. Pearson here fust."The landlady accepted the broad hint and turned to go.
"Very well," she said, "but I do hope for all our sakes that word will be YES, Mr. Warren--Excuse me, it is Captain Warren, isn't it?""It used to be, yes, ma'am. And at home it is yet. 'Round here I've learned to be like a barroom poll-parrot, ready to answer to most everything. There!" as the door closed after her; "now we can be more private. Set down, Jim! How are you, anyway?"Pearson sat down mechanically. "I'm well enough--everything considered," he replied, slowly. "But what--what are you in here for? I don't understand.""You will in a minute. What do you think of this--er--saloon cabin?" with a comprehensive sweep of his arm.
The room was of fair size, furnished in a nondescript, boarding-house fashion, and with two windows overlooking the little back yard of the house and those of the other adjoining it. Each yard contained an assortment of ash cans, and there was an astonishing number of clothes lines, each fluttering a variety of garments peculiarly personal to their respective owners.
"Pretty snug, ain't it?" continued the captain. "Not exactly up to that I've been luxuriatin' in lately, but more fittin' to my build and class than that was, I shouldn't wonder. No Corot paintin's nor five thousand dollar tintypes of dory codders; but I can manage to worry along without them, if I try hard. Neat but not gaudy, Icall it--as the architect feller said about his plans for the addition to the county jail at Ostable. Hey? Ho! Ho!"Pearson began to get a clue to the situation.
"Captain Warren," he demanded, "have you--Do you mean to say you've taken this room to LIVE in?""No, I ain't said all that yet. I wanted to talk with you a little afore I said it. But that was my idea, if you and I agreed on sartin matters.""You've come here to live! You've left your--your niece's house?""Ya-as, I've left. That is, I left the way the Irishman left the stable where they kept the mule. He said there was all out doors in front of him and only two feet behind. That's about the way 'twas with me.""Have your nephew and niece--"
