“I want to get the appointment to teach in the grammar school here. Miss
Nixon is going to be married, and when she leaves I want her place--and
I want you to help me get it.”
Captain Eri whistled. “I want to know!” he exclaimed. Then he said,
“Look here, Elsie, I don't want you to think I'm tryin' to be cur'ous
'bout your affairs, or anything like that, but are you sure there ain't
some reason more 'n you've told me of for your wantin' this place? I
ain't no real relation of yours, you understand, but I would like to
have you feel that you could come to me with your troubles jest the
same as you would to your grandpa. Now, honest and true, ain't there
somethin' back of this?”
It was only for a moment that Elsie hesitated, but that moment's
hesitation and the manner in which she answered went far toward
confirming the Captain's suspicions.
“No, Captain Eri,” she said. “It is just as I've told you. I don't want
to be dependent on grandfather any longer.”
“And there ain't a single other reason for--Of course, I ought to mind
my business, but--Well, there! what was it you wanted me to do? Help you
git the place?”
“Yes, if you will. I know Captain Perez has said that you were
interested in the town-meetings and helped to nominate some of the
selectmen and the school-committee, so I thought perhaps, if you used
your influence, you might get the position for me.”
“Well, I don't know. I did do a little electioneerin' for one or two
fellers and maybe they'd ought to be willin' to do somethin' for me.
Still, you can't never tell. A cat 'll jump over your hands if she knows
there's a piece of fish comin' afterwards, but when she's swallowed that
fish, it's a diff'rent job altogether. Same way with a politician. But,
then, you let me think over it for a spell, and p'raps to-morrow we'll
see. You think it over, too. Maybe you'll change your mind.”
“No, I shan't change my mind. I'm ever and ever so much obliged to you,
though.”
She started toward the door, but turned impulsively and said, “Oh,
Captain Eri, you don't think that I'm ungrateful, do you? You nor
Captain Perez nor Captain Jerry won't think that I do not appreciate
all your kindness? You won't think that I'm shirking my duty, or that
I don't want to help take care of grandfather any longer? You won't?
Promise me you won't.”
She choked down a sob as she asked the question.
Captain Eri was as much moved as she was. He hastened to answer.
“No, no, no!” he exclaimed. “Course we won't do no such thing. Run right
along, and don't think another word about it. Wait till to-morrer. I'll
have a plan fixed up to land that school-committee, see if I don't.”
But all that evening he worked at the model of the clipper, and the
expression on his face as he whittled showed that he was puzzled, and
not a little troubled.
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