American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
There’s a bit of Scotch in us, and I feel my blood tingle to those
blithe martial strains! What’s the rule for drying dishes, sis? Do you
make ’em shine like a collar from a Chinese laundry, or is the dull
domestic finish in better form?”
“If you break that plate I’ll poison your breakfast coffee! If I didn’t
know you for a sober boy I’d think you’d been keeping tryst with a
bootlegger! You don’t seem to understand that you sat there at the
table spending money like Midas on a spree. You couldn’t borrow a cent
if you tried!”
“Borrow!” he mocked. “I’m going to pull this thing off according to
specifications, and I’m not going to borrow a cent. I expect to be
refusing offers of money gently but firmly within a week. Observe my
smoke, dearest one! Watch my fleet sail right up to the big dam in
Sycamore River laden like the ships of Tarshish that brought gifts of
silver and gold and ivory, apes and peacocks for Solomon’s delight!”
“You’re not calling the Campbells apes and peacocks!”
“Not on your life! All those rich treasures will be yours and mine, O
Helen of Kernville! The Campbells are rich enough. We’re not going to
embarrass them by piling any more wealth on ’em. But the magic of the
name of Walter Scott Campbell, if properly invoked, manipulated and
flaunted will put us all on the high road to fame and fortune.”
“You’ll break mama’s heart if you begin bragging about her acquaintance
with this woman she hasn’t seen for a quarter of a century! She’s
already warned you against vulgar boasting.”
“Keep mother busy planning for the care and entertainment of our
guests! I’ll hold father steady. This being Thursday I’ve got time
enough to plan the campaign before Sunday. I’ll lay down a barrage and
throw myself upon the enemy. To the cheering strains of ‘The Campbells
are Coming!’ we’ll cross the valley of death and plant our flag on the
battlements without a scratch or the loss of a man.”
By the time the kitchen was in order he had her laughing and quite won
to his idea that it was perfectly legitimate to avail themselves fully
of the great opportunity offered by the Campbells’ visit.
“Nothing undignified at all! The Campbells will never be conscious of
my proceedings as they don’t read the Kernville papers and will linger
only a day. By the way, it happens that Billy Townley, a fraternity
brother of mine, has just been made city editor of the _Journal_ and
Billy and I used to pull some good stunts when we were together at the
’varsity. When I hiss the password in his ear and tell him I’ll need a
little space daily for a few weeks he’ll go right down the line for me.
And the boys on the _Evening Sun_ are friends of mine, too. They have
less space but they make up for it with bigger headlines.”
“You’re a dear boy, John, if you are crazy! I believe you can do most
anything you tackle, and I’ll stand by you whether you land us in jail
or in the poorhouse.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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