CHAPTER 12 With a curious, friendly glow upon me, I set about helping Cousin Egbert in the preparation of our evening meal, a work from which, owing to the number and apparent difficulty of my suggestions, he presently withdrew, leaving me in entire charge. It is quite true that I have pronounced views as to the preparation and serving of food, and I dare say I embarrassed the worthy fellow without at all meaning to do so, for too many of his culinary efforts betray the fumbling touch of the amateur. And as I worked over the open fire, doing the trout to a turn, stirring the beans and perfecting the stew with deft touches of seasoning, I worded to myself for the first time a most severe indictment against the North American cookery, based upon my observations across the continent and my experience as a diner out in red gap. I saw that it would never do with us, and that is ought, as a matter of fact, to be uplifted. Even then, while our guest chattered gossip of the town over her brown paper cigarettes, I felt the stirring of an impulse to teach a medicans how to do themselves better at table. For the moment, of course, I was hampered by lack of equipment. There was not even a fish slice in the establishment. But even so, I brewed property, and was able to impart to the simple vines a touch of distinction which they had lacked under Cousin Egbert's all-too-careless manipulation. As I served the repast, Cousin Egbert produced a bottle of the brown American whiskey, at which we pegged a bit, before sitting to table. Three rows and cheers! Said he, and the mixer responded with, Happy Days! As on that former occasion, the draft of spirits flooded my being with a vast consciousness of personal worth, and of good feeling toward my companions. With a true insight, I suddenly perceived that one might belong to the great lower middle class in America, and still matter in the truest correctest sense of the term. As we fell hungrily to the food, the mixer did not fail to praise my cooking of the trout, and she and Cousin Egbert were presently lamenting the difficulty of obtaining a well-cooked meal in red gap. At this I boldly spoke up, declaring that American cookery lacked constructive imagination, making only the barest use of its magnificent opportunities. Having certain beaten and all too familiar roads, with a slavish stupidity, we nearly had a good restaurant, said the mixer. A Frenchman came, and showed us a little flash of form, but he only lasted a month because he got homesick. He had half the people in town going there for dinner, too, to get away from their Chinamen, and after I spent a lot of money fixing the place up for him, too. I recalled the establishment on the main street, though I had not known that our guest was its owner, vacant it was now, and looking quite as if the bailiffs had been in. He couldn't cook ham and eggs proper, suggested Cousin Egbert. I tried him three times, and every time he'd done something French to him, then nobody had ought to do, to ham and eggs. Not upon, I'd ventured to assert, that a too intense nationalism would prove the ruin of any chef outside his own country. There must be a certain breadth of treatment, a blending of the best features of different schools. One must know English and French methods, and yet be a slave to neither. One must even know American cookery, and be prepared to adapt its half dozen or so undoubted excellencies. And this I ventured further into a general criticism of the dinners I had eaten at Redgap's smartest houses. Too profuse they were, I said, and too little satisfying in any one feature. Too many courses, constructed, as I had observed, after photographs printed in the back pages of women's magazines. Doubtless they possessed a certain artistic value as sights for the eye. What considered us food, they were devoid of any meaning. Bill's right, said Cousin Egbert warmly. Mrs. Effie, she gets up about nine of them pictures, with nuts and grated eggs and scrambled tomatoes all over them, and nobody knowing what's what, and even when you strike one that tastes good, there's only a dab of it, and you mustn't ask for any more. When I go out to dinner, what I want is to have them say, pass up your plate, Mr. Foud, for another piece of the steak and some potatoes, and have some more squash, and help yourself to the quince jelly. That's how it had ought to be, but I keep eating these here little plates of cut up things and waiting for the real stuff. And first thing I know I get a spoonful of coffee, in something like you put eye medicine into, and I know it's all over. Last time I was out, I hid up a dish of these here salted almonds under a fern, and ate the whole lot from time to time, kind of absent like. It helped some, but it wasn't dinner. Same here, put in the mixer, saturating half a slice of bread in the sauce of a stew. I can't afford to act otherwise than like I am a lady at one of them dinners, but the minute I'm home, I beat it for the icebox. I suppose it's alright to be socially elegant, but we had not to let it contaminate our food none. And even at that New York hotel this summer, you had to make trouble to get fed proper. I wanted strawberry shortcake, and what do you reckon they dealt me? A thing looking like a marble palace, sponge cake and whipped cream, with a few red spots in between. Well, long as we're friends here together, I may say that I raised hell, until I had the chef himself up and told him exactly what to do. Biscuit dough baked, and prized apart and buttered strawberries with sugar on them in between, and on top, and plenty of regular cream. Well, after three days trying, he finally managed to get simple. He just couldn't believe I meant it at first, and kept building on the whipped cream. And the thing cost eight dollars. But you can bet he had me even then. The bonehead smarty had sweetened the cream, and grated nutmeg into it. I give up. And if you can't get right food in New York, how can you expect to here?  Yes, sir, he's let the coons go. It come out that Waterman had sneaked out that suit of his golf clothes that Kate Kenner wore in the menstrual show. So he fired them both, and now I got to support him, because as long as we're friends here, I don't mind telling you, I egged the coon on to do it. I saw that she was referring to the black and his wife, whom I had met at the New York camp, though it seemed quaint to me that they should be called coons, which is, I take it, diminutive for raccoon, a species of ground game to be found in America. Truth to tell, I enjoyed myself immensely at this simple but satisfying meal, feeling myself one with these homely people, and I was sorry when we had finished. That was some little dinner itself, said the mixer, as she rolled a cigarette, and now you boys said still while I do up the dishes, nor would she allow either of us to assist her in this work. When she had done, cousin Egbert proceeded to mix hot toddies from the whiskey, and we gathered about the table before they opened fire. Now we'll have a nice home evening, said the mixer, and to my great empersement she began at once to speak of myself. A strong man like him has got no business becoming a social butterfly, she remarked to cousin Egbert. Oh, Bill's all right, insisted the latter, as he had done so many times before. He's all right so far, but let him go on for a year or so, and he won't be a darn bit better than what Jackson is, mark my words. Just a social butterfly, wearing funny clothes and attending afternoon affairs. Well, I don't say you ain't right, said cousin Egbert thoughtfully. That's one reason I got him out here, where everything is nice. What was speaking pieces like an actor? I was afraid they'd have him making more kinds of a fool of himself than what Jackson does, him being a foreigner, and his mind kind of running on what clothes a man had ought to wear. Hit upon so flushed was I with the good feeling of the occasion, I told them straight that I had resolved to quit being kernel ruggles of the British army, and associate of the nobility, that I had determined to forget all class distinctions and to become one of themselves plain simple and unpretentious. It is true that I had consumed two of the hot grogs, but my mind was clear enough, and both my companions applauded this resolution. If he can just get his mind off clothes for a bit, he might amount to something, said cousin Egbert, and it will scarcely be credited, but at the moment I felt actually grateful to him for this admission. We'll think about his case, said the mixer, taking her own second toddy. Wet upon the two fell to talking of other things, chiefly of their cattle plantations, and the price of beef stock, which then seemed to be six and one-half, though what this meant I had no notion. Also I gathered that the mixer at her own cattle farm had been watching her calves marked with her monogram, though I would never have credited her with so much sentiment. When the retiring hour came, cousin Egbert and I prepared to take off blankets outside to sleep, but the mixer would have none of this. The last time I slept in here, she remarked, mice was crawling over me all night, so you keep your shack and I'll bed down outside. I ain't afraid of mice, understand, but I don't like to feel their feet on my face. And to my great dismay, though cousin Egbert took it calmly enough, she took a roll of blankets and made a crude pallet on the ground outside, under a spreading pine tree. I take it she was that sort. The least I could do was to secure two tins of milk from our larder and place them near her cot in case of some lurking high behind, though I said nothing of this, not wishing to alarm her needlessly. Inside the hut cousin Egbert and I partook of a final toddy before retiring. He was unusually thoughtful, and I had difficulty in persuading him to any conversation. Thus, having noted a bare skin before my bed, I asked him if he had killed the animal. No, said he shortly. I wouldn't lie for a bear as small as that. As he was again silent, I made no further approaches to him. From my first sleep I was awakened by a long, booming yell from our guest outside. Cousin Egbert and I reached the door at the same time. I've got it! Bellowed the mixer, and we went out to her in the chill night. She sat up with the blankets muffled about her. We start, Bill, in that restaurant. She began. It came to me in a flash. I judge he's got the right ideas, and Waterman and his wife can cook for him. Bully! exclaimed Cousin Egbert. I was thinking he ought to have a gents furnishing store on account of his mind running to dress, but you got the best idea. I'll stake him to the rant, she put in. And I'll stake him to the rest, exclaimed Cousin Egbert delightedly, and strange as it may seem I suddenly saw myself a licensed victualer. I'll call it the United States Grill, I said suddenly as if by inspiration. Three rousin' shears for the U.S. Grill! shouted Cousin Egbert to the surrounding hills, and preparing to the hut he brought out hot toddies with which we drank success to the new enterprise. Four-and-a-half hour, I daresay, we discussed details there in the cold night, not seeing that it was quite preposterously bizarre. Returning to the hut at last, Cousin Egbert declared himself so chilled that he must have another toddy before retiring, and although I was already feeling myself equal of any American, I consented to join him. Just before retiring again, my attention centred a second time upon the bare skin before my bed, and forgetting that I had already inquired about it, I demanded of him if he had killed the animal. Sure, said he, killed it with one shot, just as it was going to claw me. It was an awful big one. Morning found the three of us engrossed with the new plan, and by the time our guest rode away after luncheon the thing was well forward, and I had the mixer's order upon her estate agent at Red Gap for admission to the vacant premises. Daring the remainder of the day between games of cribbage, Cousin Egbert and I discussed the venture, and it was now that I began to foresee a certain difficulty. How, I asked myself, would the going into trade of Colonel Marmaduke Ruggles be regarded by those who had been his social sponsors in Red Gap? I mean to say, would not Mrs. Effie and the Bellnap Jackson's feel that I had played them false? Had I not given them the right to believe that I should continue, dirtying my stay in their town, to be one whom their county families would consider rather a personage? It was an idol indeed for me to deny that my personality as well as my assumed origin and social position abroad had conferred a sort of prestige upon my sponsors. That on my account, in short, the Northside set had been newly armed in its battle with the Bohemian set, and they relied upon my continued influence. How, then, could I face them with the declaration that I meant to become a tradesman? Should I be doing a caddish thing, I wondered. Putting the difficulty to Cousin Egbert, he dismissed it impatiently by saying, oh, shacks. In truth, I do not believe he comprehended it in the least. But then it was that I fell upon my inspiration. I might take Colonel Mamaduke Ruggles from the Northside set, but I would give them another and bigger notable in his place. This should be none other than the Honorable George, whom I would now summon. A fortnight before, I had received a rather snarky letter from him, demanding to know how long I meant to remain in North America, and disclosing that he was in a wretched state for want of someone to look after him. And he had even hinted that in the event of my continued absence, he might himself come out to America and fetch me back. His quarters allowance would, I knew, be due in a fortnight, and my letter would reach him, therefore, before some adventurer had sold him a system for beating the French games of chance. And my letter would be compelling. I would make it a summons he could not resist. Thus, when I met the reproachful gaze of the C. Belknop Jackson's and of Mrs. Effie, I should be able to tell them, I go from you, but I leave you a better man in my place. With the Honourable George Augustus Vane Basingwell, next Earl of Brinstead, as their houseguest, I made no doubt that the Northside set would at once prevail as it never had done before. The Bohenian set losing at once such of its members as really mattered, who would, of course, be sensible of the tremendous social importance of the Honourable George. Yet there came moments in which I would again find myself in no end of a funk, foreseeing difficulties of an unsurmountable character. At such times, Cousin Egbert strove to cheer me with all sorts of assurances, and to divert my mind, he took me upon excursions of the roughest sort into the surrounding jungle, in search either of fish or ground game. After three days of this, my park suit became almost a total ruin, particularly as to the trousers, so that I was glad to bottle a pair of overalls, such as Cousin Egbert wore. They were a tidy fit, but having resolved not to resist America any longer, I donned them without even removing the advertising placard. With my ever-lengthening stubble of beard, it will be understood that I now appeared as one of their hearty Western Americans of the roughest type, which was almost quite a little odd considering my former principles. Cousin Egbert, I need hardly say, was immensely pleased with my changed appearance, and remarked that I was sure a live wire. He also heartened me in the matter of the possible disapproval of C. Belknap Jackson, which he had divined was the essential rabbit in my moodiness. I admit, the guy uses beautiful language, he conceited, and probably he's top-notched in education, but just the same, he ain't the whole seven pillars of the house of wisdom, not by a long shot.  You've done it once. So far, was the worthy fellow from defining the intimate niceties involved in my giving up a social career for trade, nor could he properly estimate the importance of my plan to summon the Honorable George to Red Gap, merely remarking that the judge was all right and a good mixer, and that the boys would give him a swell time. Our return journey to Red Gap was made in company with the Indian Tuttle and the two cow persons, Hank and Buck, all of whom profess themselves glad to meet me again, and they too were wildly enthusiastic at hearing from cousin Egbert of my proposed business venture. Needless to say, they were of a class that would bother itself little with any question of social propriety involved in my entering trade, and they were loud in their promises of a future patronage. At this, I again felt some misgiving, for I meant the United States Grill to possess an atmosphere of quiet refinement, calculated to appeal to particular people that really mattered. And yet it was plain that keeping a public house, I must be prepared to entertain agricultural laborers and members of the lower working classes. For the time I debated having an ordinary for such as these, where they could be shut away from my selector patrons, but eventually decided upon a tariff that would be prohibitive to all but desirable people. The rougher or Bohemian element being required to spring an extra shilling would doubtless seek other places. For two days we again filed through mountain gorges of a most awkward character, reaching Red Gap at dusk. For this I was rather grateful, not only because of my beard and the overalls, but on account of a hat, the most shocking description, which Cousin Egbert had pressed upon me when my own deerstocker was lost in a glen. I was willing to roughen it in all good fellowship with these worthy Americans, but I knew that to those who had remarked my careful taste in dress, my present appearance would seem almost a little singular. I would rather I did not shock them to this extent. Yet when our animals had been left in their corral or rude enclosure, I found it would be ungracious to decline the hospitality of my new friends who wished to drink to the success of the U.S. grill, and so I accompanied them to several public houses, although with the shocking hat pulled well down over my face. Also, as the dinner hour passed, I consented to dine with them at the establishment of a Chinese where we sat on high stools at a counter and were served ham and eggs and some of the simpler American foods. The meal being over, I knew that we ought to cut off home directly, but Cousin Egbert again insisted upon visiting drinking places, and I had no mind to leave him, particularly as he was growing more and more bitter in my behalf against Mr. Belnap Jackson. I had a doubtless, absurd fear that he would seek the gentleman out and do him a mischief, though for the moment he was merely urging me to do this. It would, he asserted, vastly entertain the Indian Tuttle and the cow persons if I were to come upon Mr. Belnap Jackson and savage him without warning, or at least with only a paltry excuse, which he seemed proud of having devised. You go up to the guy, he insisted. Very polite, you understand, and ask him what day this is. If he says it's Tuesday, sock him. But it is Tuesday, I said. Sure, he replied. That's where the joke comes in. Of course, this was the crudest sort of American humour and not to be given a moment's serious thought. So I redoubled my efforts to detach him from our honest, but noisy, friends, and presently had the satisfaction of doing so by pleading that I must be up early on the motto and would also require his assistance. At parting, to my embarrassment, he insisted on leading the group in a cheer. What's the matter with Ruggles? They loudly demanded in unison, following the query swiftly with He's all right. The he, being eloquently emphasised. But at last we were away from them and off into the darker avenue to my great relief, remembering my garb. I might be a living wire, as Cousin Egbert had said, but I was keenly aware that his overalls and hat would rather convey the impression that I was what they call in the states a bad person from a bitter creek. To my further relief, the flout house was quite dark as we approached and let ourselves in. Cousin Egbert, however, would enter the drawing room, flood it with light, and seat himself in an easy chair with his feet lifted to a sofa. He then raised his voice in a ballad of an infant that had perished, rendering it most tearfully, the refrain being, empty is the cradle, baby's dawn. Apprehensive at this, I stole softly up the stairs and had but reached the door of my own room when I heard Mrs. Effie below. I could fancy the chilling gaze which she fastened upon the singer and I heard her coolly demand, where are your feet? Whereupon the plaintive voice of Cousin Egbert arose to me, just below my legs. I mean to say, he had taken the thing as a quiz in anatomy, rather than as the rebuke it was meant to be. As I closed my door, I heard him add that he could be pushed just so far. End of Chapter 12. Chapter 13 of Ruggles of Red Gap by Harry Leon Wilson. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 13. Having written and posted my letter to the Honorable George the following morning, I summoned Mr. Belnap Jackson, conceiving it my first duty to notify him and Mrs. Effie of my trade intentions. I also requested Cousin Egbert to be present since he was my business sponsor. All being gathered at the Floud House, including Mrs. Belnap Jackson, I told them straight that I had resolved to abandon my social career, brilliant though it had been, and to enter trade quite as one of their middle-class Americans. They all gasped a bit at my first words, as I had quite expected them to do. But what was my surprise when I went on to announce the nature of my enterprise to find them not a little intrigued by it and to discover that in their view I should not in the least be lowering myself? Capital, capital! Exclaimed Belnap Jackson and the ladies emitted little exclamations of similar import. At last, said Mrs. Belnap Jackson, we shall have a place with tone to it. The hall above will be splendid for our dinner dances, and now we can have smart luncheons and afternoon teas and a red-coated orchestra and after theater suppers, said Mrs. Effie. Only, put in Belnap Jackson thoughtfully, he will of course be compelled to use discretion about his patrons. The rabble, of course. He broke off with a wave of his hand, which, although not pointedly, seemed to indicate because an Egbert who once more wore the hunted look about his eyes and who sat by uneasily, I saw him wince. Some people's money is just as good as other people's if you come right down to it, he muttered, and Bill is out for the coin. Besides, we all got to eat, ain't we? Belnap Jackson smiled deprecatingly and again waved his hand as if there were no need for words. That rowdy bohemian set began Mrs. Effie, but I made bold to interrupt. There might, I said, be awkward moments, but I had no doubt that I should be able to meet them with a flawless tact. Meantime, for the ultimate confusion of the bohemian set of red gap, I had to announce that the honorable George Augustus Vane Basingwell would presently be with us. With him as a member of the Northside set, I pointed out it was not possible to believe that any desirable members of the bohemian set would longer refuse to affiliate with the smartest people. My announcement made quite all the sensation I had anticipated. Belnap Jackson, indeed, arose quickly and grasped me by the hand, echoing, the honorable George Augustus Vane Basingwell, brother of the Earl of Princeton, with little shivers of ecstasy in his voice, while the ladies peeled their excitement incoherently with really, really, and actually come into red gap, the brother of a lord, then almost at once I detected curiously cold glances being dotted at each other by the ladies. Of course, we will be only too glad to put him up, said Mrs. Belnap Jackson quickly. But, my dear, he will, of course, come to us first, put in Mrs. Effie. Afterward, to be sure, it's so important that he should receive a favorable impression, responded Mrs. Belnap Jackson. That's exactly why Mrs. Effie came back with not a little obvious warmth. Belnap Jackson here caught my eye. I dare say Ruggles and I can be depended upon to decide a minor matter like that, he said. The ladies both broke in at this rather sputteringly, but Cousin Egbert silenced them. Shake dice for him, he said. Poker dice, three throws, aces low. How shocking, leave ogre, hissed Mrs. Belnap Jackson. Even if there were no other reason for his coming to us, remarked her husband coldly. There are certain unfortunate associations which ought to make his entertainment here quite impossible.  I don't mind telling you that Judge and I get along fine together. I told him when I was in Paris and Europe to look me up the first thing if ever he come here and he said he sure would. The Judge is some mixer, believe me. The Judge echoed the Belnap Jackson's in deep disgust. You come right down to it, I bet a cookie. He stays just where I tell him to stay, insisted Cousin Egbert. The evident conviction of his tone alarmed his hearers who regarded each other with pained speculation. Right where I tell him to stay and no place else, insisted Cousin Egbert, sensing the impression he had made. But this is too monstrous, said Mr. Jackson regarding me imploringly. The Honorable George, I admitted, has been known to do unexpected things and there have been times when he was not as sensitive as I could wish to the demands of his cast. Bill is Stalin, he knows darned well. The Judge is a mixer, broke in Cousin Egbert, somewhat to my embarrassment, nor did any reply occur to me. There was a moment's awkward silence during which I became sensitive to a radical change in the attitude which these people bore to Cousin Egbert. They shot him looks subvertive, but unmistakable respect and Mrs. Effie remarked almost with tenderness. We must admit that Cousin Egbert has a certain way with him. I dare say Flod and I can adjust the matter satisfactorily to all, remarked Bill Knopp-Jackson, and with a jaunty affectation of good fellowship, he opened his cigarette case to Cousin Egbert. I ain't made up my mind yet where I'll have him stay, announced the latter, too evidently feeling his newly acquired importance.   And here the matter was preposterously left. The aspirants for this social honour patiently bending their knees to the erstwhile despised Cousin Egbert, and the latter being visibly puffed up. By rather awkward stages they came again to a discussion of the United States Grill. The name, of course, might be thought flamboyant, suggested Bill Knopp-Jackson delicately. But I have determined, I said, no longer to resist America, and so I can think of no name more fitting. Your determination, he answered, bears rather sinister implications. One may be vanquished by America, as I have been, one may even submit, but surely one may always resist a little, may not one, one need not abjectly surrender one's finest convictions, need one? Oh shucks, put in Cousin Egbert petulantly. What's the use of all that one stuff? Bill wants a good American name for his place. Me, I first thought the Bonton Eating-House would be a kind of a nice name for it, but as soon as he said the United States Grill, I knew it was a better one. It sounds kind of grand and important. Bill Knopp-Jackson here made deprecating clucks, but not too directly towards Cousin Egbert, and my choice of a name was not further criticized. I went on to assure them that I should have an establishment quietly smart, rather than noisily elegant, and that I made no doubt the place would give a new tone to Red Gap, whereat they all expressed themselves as immensely pleased, and our little conference came to an end. In company with Cousin Egbert, I now went to examine the premises I was to take over. There was a spacious corner room, lighted from the front and side, which would adapt itself well to the decorative scheme I had in mind. The kitchen, with its ranges, I found would be almost quite suitable for my purpose, requiring but little alteration, but the large room was, of course, atrociously impossible in the American fashion, with unsightly walls, the floors covered with American cloth of a garish pattern, and the small oblong tables and flimsy chairs, vastly uninviting. As to the gross ideals of the former tenant, I need only say that he had made, as I now learned, a window display of foods, quite after the manner of a draper's window, molds of custard set in a row, flanked on either side by pies, as the natives call their tarts, with perhaps a roast fowl or ham in the centre. Artistic vulgarity could, of course, go little beyond this, but almost as offensive were the abundant wall placards pathetically remaining in place. Coffee, like mother used to make, read one, impertinently intimate this, professing a familiarity with one's people that would never do with us. Try our Boston baked beans, pleaded another, quite abjectly, and several others quite indelicately stated the prices at which different dishes might be had. Irish stew, twenty-five cents, Philadelphia capon, thirty-five cents, fried chicken, Maryland, fifty cents, New York fancy broil, forty cents. Indeed, the poor chap seemed to have been possessed by a geographical mania, finding it difficult to submit the simplest vions without crediting them to distant towns or provinces. Upon cousin Egbert's remarking that these bedisand placards would come in handy, I took pains to explain to him just how different the United States grill would be. The walls would be done in deep red. The floor would be covered with a heavy turkey carpet of the same tone. The present crude electric lighting fixtures must be replaced with indirect lighting from the ceiling and electric candlesticks for the tables. The latter would be massive and of stained oak, my general color scheme being red and brown. The chairs would be of the same style, comfortable chairs, in which patrons would be tempted to linger. The windows would be heavily draped. In a word, the place would have atmosphere, not the loud and blaring elegance which I had observed in the smartest of New York establishments with shrieking decorations and tables jammed together, but an atmosphere of distinction which, though subtle, would yet impress sharp assistants, plate-layers, and road-menders, hard men, carters, cattle-persons. In short, the middle-class native. Cousin Egbert, I fear, was not properly impressed with my plan, for he looked longingly at the wall placards. Yet he made the most loyal pretense to this effect, even when I explained further that I should probably have no printed menu, which I have always regarded as the ultimate vulgarity in a place where there are any proper relations between patrons and steward. He made one wistful timid reference to the try our merchant's lunch for thirty-five cents, after which he gave in entirely, particularly when I explained that ham and eggs in the best manner would be forthcoming at his order, even though no placard vaunted them or named their price. Advertising one's ability to serve ham and eggs, I pointed out to him, would be quite like advertising that one was a member of the Church of England. After this he meekly enough accompanied me to his bank, where he placed a thousand pounds to my credit, adding that I could go as much farther as I liked, whereupon I set in motion the machinery for decorating and furnishing the place, with particular attention to silver, linen, china, and glassware, all of which I was resolved should have an air of its own. Nor did I neglect to seek out the pair of blacks, and enter into an agreement with them to assist in staffing my place. I had feared that the male black might have resolved to return to his adventurous life of outlawry, after leaving the employment of Belnap Jackson, but I found him peacefully inclined, and entirely willing to accept service with me, while his wife, upon whom I would depend were much of the actual cooking, was wholly enthusiastic, admiring especially my color scheme of reds. I observed at once that her almost exclusive notion of preparing food was to fry it, but I made no doubt that I would be able to broaden her scope, since there are, of course, things that one simply does not fry. The male black, or raccoon, at first alarmed me not a little by reason of threats he made against Belnap Jackson on account of having been shopped. He nursed an intention, so he informed me, of putting snake dust in the boots of his late employer, and so bringing evil upon him, either by disease or violence, but in this I discouraged him smartly, uprising him that the Belnap Jackson's would doubtless be among our most desirable patrons, whereupon his wife promised for him that he would do nothing of the sort. She was a native of formidable bulk and her menacing glare at her consort, as she made this promise, gave me instant confidence in her power to control him, desperate fellow, though he was. Later in the day at the door of the silver smiths, cousin Egbert hailed the press man I had met on the evening of my arrival, and insisted that I impart to him the details of my venture. The chap seemed vastly interested at his sheet the following morning published the following. The Delmonico of the West, Colonel Marmaduke Ruggles of London and Paris for the past two months social favorite in Red Gap's Select Northside set has decided to cast his lot among us and will henceforth be reckoned as one of our leading businessmen. The plan of the Colonel is nothing less than to give Red Gap a truly elite and rich restaurant after the best models of London and Paris to which purpose he will devote a considerable portion of his ample means. The establishment will occupy the roomy corner store of the Pettengill Block, and orders have already been placed for its decoration and furnishing, which will be sumptuous beyond anything yet seen in our thriving metropolis. In speaking of his enterprise yesterday, the Colonel remarked with a sly twinkle in his eye, Demosthenes was the son of a cutler, Cromwell's father was a brewer, your general grant was a tanner, and a Mr. Garfield who held I gather an important post in your government was once employed on a canal ship, so I trust that in this land of equality it will not be presumptuous on my part to seek to become the managing owner of a restaurant that will be a credit to the fastest growing town in the state. You Americans have, continued the Colonel in his dry, inimitable manner, a bewildering variety of foodstuffs, but I trust I may be forgiven for saying that you have used too little constructive imagination in the cooking of it. In the one matter of tea, for example, I have been obliged to figure in some episodes that were profoundly regrettable. Again, amid the profusion of fresh vegetables and meats, you are becoming a nation of tinned food eaters, or canned food as you prefer to call it. This I need hardly say adds to your cost of living and also makes you liable to one of the most dreaded of modern diseases, a disease whose rise can be traced to the rise of the tinned food industry. Your tin-openers rasp into the tin with the result that a fine sawdust of metal must drop into the contents and so enter the human system. The result is perhaps negligible in a large majority of cases, but that it is not universally so is proved by the prevalence of appendicitis. Not orange or grape pips, as was so long believed, but the deadly fine rain of metal shavings must be held responsible for this scourge. I need hardly say that at the United States Grill no tinned food will be used. This latest discovery of the kernels is important, if true, be that as it may, his restaurant will fill a long felt want and will doubtless prove to be an important factor in the social gayities of our smart set. Do notice of its opening will be given in the news and doubtless in the advertising columns of this journal. Again I was brought to marvel at a peculiarity of the American press, a certain childish eagerness for marvels and grotesque wonders. I had given but passing thought to my remarks about appendicitis and its relation to the American tin food habit, nor on reading the chap's screed did they impress me as being fraught with vital interest to thinking people. In truth I was more concerned with the comparison of myself to a restaurateur of the crude new city of New York, which might be little rather than distinguish me, I suspected. But what was my astonishment to perceive in the course of a few days that I had created rather a sensation with attending newspaper publicity, which although bizarre enough, I am bound to say contributed not a little to the consideration in which I afterward came to be held by the more serious-minded persons of red gap. Busied with the multitude of details attending my installation, I was called upon by another press chap, representing a Spokane sheet, who wished me to elaborate my views concerning the most probable cause of appendicitis, which I found myself able to do with some eloquence, reciting, among other details, that even though the metal dust might be of an almost microscopic fineness, it could still do a mischief to one's appendix. The press chap appeared wholly receptive to my views, and after securing details of my plan to smart in red gap with a restaurant of real distinction, he asked so civilly for a photographic portrait of myself that I was unable to refuse him. The thing was a snap taken of me one morning at Chainswatton by Higgins the Butler, as I stood by his lordship's saddle-mare. It was not by any means the best likeness I have had, but there was a rather effective bit of background disclosing the driveway and the facade of the east wing. This episode I had well nigh forgotten when on the following Sunday I found the thing emblazoned across a page of the Spokane sheet under a shrieking headline, can opener blamed for appendicitis. A secondary heading ran. Famous British sportsman and bon vivant advances novel theory. Accompanying this was a print of the photograph entitled, Colonel Marmaduke Ruggles with his favorite hunter at his English country seat. Although the article made suitable reference to myself and my enterprise, it was devoted chiefly to a discussion of my tin-opening theory and was supplemented by a rather snarky statement signed by a physician declaring it to be nonsense. I thought the fellow might have chosen his words with more care, but again dismissed the matter from my mind. Yet this was not to be the last of it. In due time came a New York sheet with the most extraordinary page. Titled Englishman learns cause of appendicitis. Read the heading in large muddy type. Below was the photograph of myself now entitled, Sir Marmaduke Ruggles and his favorite hunter. But this was only one of the illustrations. From the upper right hand corner, a gigantic hand wielding a tin opener rained a voluminous spray of metal, presumably upon a cowering wretch in the lower left hand corner who was quite plainly all in. There were tables of statistics showing the increase, side by side of appendicitis and the tinned food industry, a matter to which I had devoted, said the print, years of research before announcing my discovery. Followed statements from half a dozen distinguished surgeons, each signed autographically, all but one rather bluntly disagreeing with me, insisting that the tin opener cuts cleanly and if not man's best friend should at least be considered one of the triumphs of civilization. The only exception announced that he was at present conducting laboratory experiments with a view to testing my theory and would disclose his results in due time. Meanwhile he counseled the public to be not unduly alarmed. Of the further flood of these screeds which continued for the better part of a year, I need not speak, they ran the gamut from serious leaders in medical journals to paid ridicule of my theory in advertisements printed by the food-tinning persons. And I have to admit that in the end the public returned to a full confidence in its tinned foods. But that is beside the point which was that red gap had become intensely interested in the United States' grill. And to this I was not averse, though I would rather I had been regarded as one of their plain common sort instead of the fictitious colonel which Cousin Egbert's well-meaning stupidity had foisted upon the town. The Sir Mamadouk Ruggles and his favorite Hunter had been especially repugnant to my finer taste, particularly as it was seized upon by the cheap one-and-six fellow Hobbes for some of his coarsest humor. He more than once referring to that detestable kerr of Mrs. Judson's who had quickly resumed his allegiance to me as my hunting-pack. The other tradesmen of the town I am bound to say exhibited a friendly interest in my venture which was always welcome and often helpful. Even one of my competitors showed himself to be a dead sport by coming to me from time to time with hints and advice. He was an entirely worthy person who advertised his restaurant as Bert's Place. Go to Bert's Place for a square meal. Was his favorite line in the public prints? He also, I regret to say, made a practice of displaying cooked foods in his show window, the window carrying the line in enameled letters, tables reserved for ladies. Of course, between such an establishment in my own, there could be little in common, and I was obliged to reject a placard which he offered me, reading, no checks cashed. This means you. Although he and Cousin Egbert warmly advised that I display it in a conspicuous place, some of them dead beats in the north side set will put you sideways if you don't, warned the latter, but I held firmly to the line of quiet refinement which I had laid down and explained that I could allow no such inconsiderate mention of money to be intruded upon the notice of my guests. I would devise some subtler protection against the dead beat roots. In the matter of music, however, I was pleased to accept the advice of Cousin Egbert. Get one of them musical pianos that you put a nickel in. He counseled me, and this I did, together with an assorted repertoire of selections both classical and popular, the latter consisting chiefly of the ragging time songs to which the native Americans performed their folk dances. And now, as the date of my opening junior, I began to suspect that its social values might become a bit complicated. Mrs. Belnap Jackson, for example, approached me in confidence to know if she might reserve all the tables in my establishment for the opening evening, remarking that it would be as well to put the correct social cachet upon the place at once, which would be achieved by her inviting only the desirable people. Though she was all for settling the matter at once, something prompted me to take it under consideration. The same evening Mrs. Effie approached me with a similar suggestion, remarking that she would gladly take it upon herself to see that the occasion was unmarred by the presence of those one would not care to meet in one's own home. Again I was noncommittal, somewhat to her annoyance. The following morning I was sought out by Mrs. Judge Ballard with the information that much would depend upon my opening, and if the matter were left entirely in her hands, she would be more than glad to ensure its success. Of her also I begged a day's consideration, suspecting then that I might be compelled to ask these three social leaders to unite amicably as patronesses of an affair that was bound to have a supreme social significance. But as I still meditated profoundly over the complication late that afternoon, overlooking in the meanwhile an electrician who was busy with my shaded candlesticks, I was surprised by the self-possessed entrance of the leader of the Bohemian set, the condyke person of whom I have spoken. Again I was compelled to observe that she was quite the most smartly gowned woman in red gap and that she marvelously knew what to put on her head. She coolly surveyed my decorations and such of the furnishings as were in place before addressing me. I wish to engage one of your best tables. She began, for your opening night. The tenth, isn't it? This large one in the corner will do nicely. There will be eight of us. Your place really won't be half bad if your food is at all possible. The creature spoke with sublime frontery, quite as if she had not helped a few weeks before to ridicule all that was best in red gap society. Yet there was that about her which prevented me from rebuking her even by the faintest shade in my manner. More than this I suddenly saw that the Bohemian set would be a factor in my trade which I could not afford to ignore. While I affected to consider her request she tapped the toe of a small boot with a correctly rolled umbrella, lifting her chin rather attractively, meanwhile to survey my freshly done ceiling. I may say here that the effect of her was most compelling and I could well understand the bitterness with which the ladies of the onwards and upward society had gossiped her to rags. Incidentally, this was my first correctly rolled umbrella saving my own that I had seen in North America. I shall be pleased, I said, to reserve this table for you, eight places, I believe, you said. She left me as a duchess might have, she was that sort.  I faced each of the three ladies who had previously approached me with the declaration that I was a licensed victualer bound to serve all who might apply. That while I was keenly sensitive to the social aspects of my business it was yet a business and I must therefore be in supreme control. In justice to myself I could not exclusively entertain any faction of the Northside set nor even the set in its entirety. In each instance I added that I could not debar from my tables even such members of the Bohemian set as conducted themselves in a seemly manner. It was a difficult situation calling out all my tact. Yet I faced it with a firmness which was later to react to my advantage in ways I did not yet dream of. So engrossed for a month had I been with furnishers, decorators, charpersons and others that the time of the Honourable George's arrival drew on quite before I realized it. A brief and still snarky note had apprised me of his intention to come out to North America whereupon I had all but forgotten him until a telegram from Chicago or one of those places had warned me of his imminence. This I displayed to cousin Egbert who much pleased with himself declared that the Honourable George should be taken to the Floud home directly upon his arrival. I meant to rope him in there on the start, he confided to me, but I let on I wasn't decided yet just to keep him stirred up. Mrs. Effie, she butters me up with soft words every day of my life and that Jackson lad has offered me about 10,000 of them vegetable cigarettes, but I'll have to throw him down. He's the human fliver. Put him in a car of dressed beef and he'd freeze it between here and Spokane. Yes, sir, you could cut his ear off in it, wouldn't bleed. I ain't gonna run the judge against no such proposition like that. Of course, the poor chap was speaking his own backwoods metaphor as I'm quite sure he would have been incapable of mutilating Belknap Jackson or even of imprisoning him in a goods van of beef. I mean to say, it was merely his way of speaking and was not to be taken at all literally. As a result of his ensuing call upon the pressman, the sheet of the following morning contained word of the Honourable George's coming. The facts being not garbled more than was usual with this chap. Red Gap's notable guest. Enroute for our thriving metropolis is a personage no less distinguished than the Honourable George Augustus Vane Basingwell, only brother and next in line of succession to his lordship, the Earl of Brinstead, the well-known British peer of London, England. Our noble visitor will be the house guest of Senator and Mrs. J.K. Floud at their palatial residence on Ophir Avenue where he will be extensively entertained, particularly by our esteemed fellow townsman, Egbert G. Floud, with whom he recently hobnobbed during the latter's stay in Paris, France. His advent will doubtless prelude a season of unparalleled gaiety particularly as Mr. Egbert Floud assures us that the judge, as he affectionately calls him, is sure some mixer. If this be true, the gentleman has selected a community where his talent will find ample scope and we bespeak for his lordship a hearty welcome. End of Chapter 13. Chapter 14, Part 1 of Ruggles of Red Gap by Harry Leon Wilson. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 14, Part 1. I must do Cousin Egbert the justice to say that he showed a due sense of his responsibility in meeting the Honourable George. By general consent the honour had seemed to fall to him, both the Belknap Jacksons and Mrs. Effie rather timidly conceding his claim that the distinguished guest would prefer it so. Indeed Cousin Egbert had been loudly arrogant in the matter, speaking largely of his European intimacy with the judge, until, as he confided to me, he had them all bisoned. Or, I believe, Buffaloed is the term he used, referring to the big game animal that has been swept from the American savannas. At all events no one further questioned his right to be at the station when the Honourable George arrived. And for the first time almost since his own homecoming he got himself up with some attention to detail. If left to himself I dare say he would have donned frock coat and top hat. But at my suggestion he chose his smartest lounge suit and I took pains to see that the minor details of hat, boots, hose, gloves, et cetera, were studiously correct without being at all assertive. For my own part I was also at some pains with my attire, going consciously a bit further with details than Cousin Egbert, thinking at best the Honourable George should at once observe a change in my bearing and social consequence so that nothing in his manner toward me might embezzingly publish our former relations. The stick, gloves, and monocle would achieve this for the moment. And once alone I meant to tell him straight that all was over between us as master and man, we having passed out of each other's lives in that respect. If necessary I meant to read to him certain passages from the so-called Declaration of Independence and to show him the fateful little card I had found which would acquaint him I made no doubt with the great change that had come upon me after which our intimacy would rest solely upon the mutual esteem which I knew to exist between us. I mean to say it would never have done for one moment at home but finding ourselves together in this wild and lawless country we would neither of us try to resist America but face each other as one equal native to another. Waiting on the station platform with Cousin Egbert he confided to the loungers there that he was come to meet his friend Judge Basingwell where at all betrayed a friendly interest although they were not at all persons that mattered being of the semi-elisured class who each day went down as they put it to see number six go through. There was thus a rather tense air of expectancy when the train pulled in. From one of the pulmonite coaches emerged the Honourable George preceded by a blackamore or raccoon bearing bags and bundles and followed by another uniformed raccoon and a white guard also bearing bags and bundles and all betraying a marked anxiety. One glance at the Honourable George served to confirm certain fears I had suffered regarding his appearance topped by a deer stalking fore and aft cap in an inferior state of preservation. He wore the jacket of a lounge suit once possible doubtless but now demoted and a blazered golfing waistcoat striking for its poisonous greens trousers from an outing suit that I myself had discarded after it came to me and boots of an extremely shocking character. Of his cravat I have not the heart to speak but I may mention that all his garments were quite horrid with wrinkles and seemed to have been slept in repeatedly. Cousin Egbert at once rushed forward to greet his guest while I busied myself in receiving the hand luggage wishing to have our guest effaced from the scene and secluded with all possible speed. There were three battered handbags, two rolls of travelling rugs, a stick case, a dispatch case, a pair of binoculars, a hat box, a top coat, a storm coat, a portfolio of correspondence materials, a camera, a medicine case, some of these lacking either strap or handle. The attendance all emitted hearty size of relief when these articles had been deposited upon the platform. Without being told I divined that the Honourable George had greatly worried them during the long journey with his fretful demands for service and I tipped them handsomely while he was still engaged with Cousin Egbert and the latter's station lounging friends to whom he was being presented. At last observing me he came forward but halted on surveying the luggage and screamed hoarsely to the last attendant who was now boarding the train. The latter vanished but reappeared as the train moved off with two more articles, a vacuum night flask and a tin of charcoal biscuits, the absence of which had been swiftly detected by their Honour. It was at that moment that one of the loungers nearby made a peculiar observation. Gee, said he to a native beside him, it must take an awful lot of trouble to be an Englishman. At the moment this seemed to me to be pregnant with meaning, though doubtless it was because I had so long been a resident of the North American wilds. Again the Honourable George approached me and grasped my hand before certain details of my attire and I fancy a certain change in my bearing, attracted his notice. Perhaps it was the single glass.  But I was able to carry the situation off quite nicely under cover of the confusion attending his many bags and bundles, being helped also at the moment by the deeply humiliating discovery of a certain omission from his attire. I could not at first believe my eyes, but was obliged to look again—and again! But there could be no doubt about it. The Honourable George was wearing a single spat. I cried out at this, pointing I fancy in a most undignified manner, so terrific had been the shock of it. And what was my amazement to hear him say? But I had only one you silly! How could I wear him both when the other was lost in that belly rabbit-hutch they put me in on ship-board? No bigger than a parcel's lift! But he had two plainly crossed North America in this shocking state. Glad I was then that Belnap Jackson was not present. The others, I dare say, considered it a mere freak of fashion. As quickly as I could, I hustled him into the waiting carriage, piling his luggage about him to the best advantage, and hurriedly in Cousin Egbert after him as rapidly as I could, though the latter, as on the occasion of my own arrival, bolted our departure long enough to present the Honourable George to the driver. Judge, shake hands with my friend Eddie Pierce. Iding, as the ceremony was performed, Eddie keeps a good team any time you want a hack-ride. Sure, Judge, remarked the driver cold-jilly, just call up Main 224 any time any friend of sourdose can have anything they want night or day. We had upon he climbed to his box and we at last drove away. The Honourable George had continued from the moment of our meeting to glance at me in a peculiar, side-long fashion. He seemed fascinated, and yet unequal to a straight look at me. He was undoubtedly dazed, as I could discern from his absent manner of opening the tin of charcoal, biscuits, and munching-one. I mean to say, it was too obviously a mere mechanical impulse. I say, he remarked to Cousin Egbert, who was beaming fondly at him.  It's quite foreign. The fastest-growing little town in the state, said Cousin Egbert.  Enterprise and industries, answered Cousin Egbert loftily. Nothing to make a dust about. Remarked the Honourable George, staring glassily at the main business thoroughfare. I've seen larger towns, scores of them. You ain't begun to see this town yet. Responded Cousin Egbert loyally, and he called to the driver. Has he, Eddie? Sure he ain't, said the driver person genially. Wait till he sees the new waterworks and the Sash and Blind Factory. Is he one of your gentlemen drivers? demanded the Honourable George. And why a blind factory? Oh, Eddie's good people, all right, answered the other. And the factory turns out blinds and things. Why turn them out? He left this, and continued. He's like that American Johnny in London that drives his own coach to Brighton, yes? Ripping idea, gentlemen driver. But I say, you know, I'll sit on the box with him. Pull up a bit, old son. To my consternation the driver chap halted, and before I could remonstrate, the Honourable George had mounted to the box beside him. Thankful I was, we had left the main street. Though in the residence avenue where the change was made, we attracted far more attention than was desirable. Didn't I tell you he was some mixer? Demanded Cousin Egbert of me. But I was too sickened to make any suitable response. The Honourable George's possession of a single spat was now flaunted, as it were, in the face of Red Gap's best families. How foreign it all is, he repeated, turning back to us, yet with only his side-glance for me. But the American Johnny in London had a much smarter coach than this, and better animals too. You're not up to his class yet, old thing. That dish-faced pinto on the offside, remarked the driver, can outrun anything in this town for fun, money, or marbles. Marbles? Called to the Honourable George, to us, why marbles? Silly things. It's all belly-strange. And why do your villagers stare so? Some little mixer, all right, all right. The murmured Cousin Egbert in a sort of ecstasy, as we drew up at the flout-home. And yet one of them guys back there called him a typical Britisher. You bet I shut him up quick, saying a thing like that about a plum stranger. I'd have mixed it with him right there, except I thought it was better to have things nice, and not start something the minute the judge got here. With all possible speed I hurried the party indoors, for already faces were appearing at the windows of neighbouring houses. Mrs. Effie, who met us, allowed her glare at Cousin Egbert, I fancy, to affect the cordiality of her greeting to the Honourable George. At least she seemed to be quite as dazed as he, and there was a moment of constraint before he went on up to the room that had been prepared for him. Once safely within the room I contrived a moment alone with him, and removed his single spat, not too gently, Afir, for the nervous strain since his arrival had told upon me. You have reason to be thankful, I said, that Belnap Jackson was not present to witness this. They cost seven and six, he muttered, regarding the one spat wistfully. But why Belnap Jackson? To see Belnap Jackson, of Boston and Red Gap, I returned, sternly. He does himself perfectly. To think he might have seen you in this rowdyish state! And I hastened to seek a presentable lounge suit from his bags. Everything is so strange, he muttered again, quite helplessly. And why the mural decoration at the edge of the settlement? Why keep one's eye upon it? Why should they do such things? I say it's all quite monstrous, you know. I saw that indeed he was quite done for with amazement, so I ran him a bath and procured him a dish of tea. He rambled oddly at moments of things the guard and the night-coach had told him of North America, of Niagara Falls, and Missouri, and other objects of interest. He was still almost quite a bit dotty, when I was obliged to leave him for an appointment with the raccoon and his wife to discuss the menu of my opening dinner. But cousin Egbert, who had rejoined us, was listening sympathetically. As I left, the two were pegging it from a bottle of hunting sherry, which the Honourable George had carried in his dispatch case. I was about to warn him that he would come out spotted, but instantly I saw that there must be an end to such surveillance. I could not manage an enterprise of the magnitude of the United States Grill, and yet have an eye to his meat and drink. I resolved to let spots come as they would. On all hands I was now congratulated by members of the Northside set upon the master stroke I had played in adding the Honourable George to their number. Not only did it promise to reunite certain warring factions in the Northside set itself, but it truly bade fair to disintegrate the Bohemian set. Belnap Jackson rung my hand that afternoon, begging me to inform the Honourable George that he would call on the motto to pay his respects. Mrs. Judge Ballard besought me to engage him for an early dinner. And Mrs. Effie, it is needless to say, after recovering from the shock of his arrival, which she attributed to cousin Egbert's want of taste, thanked me with a wealth of genuine emotion. Only by slight degrees then did it fall to be noticed that the Honourable George did not hold himself to be too strictly bound by our social conventions, as to whom one should be pally with. Thus on the motto at the hour when the Belnap Jackson's called, he was regrettably absent on what cousin Egbert called a hack-ride with the driver-person he had met the day before, nor did they return until after the callers had waited the better part of two hours. Cousin Egbert as usual received the blame for this, yet neither of the Belnap Jackson's nor Mrs. Effie dared to up-brade him. Being presented to the callers, I am bound to say that the Honourable George showed himself to be immensely impressed by Belnap Jackson, whom I had never beheld more perfectly vogue in all his appointments. He became, in fact, rather moody in the presence of this subtle niceness of detail. Being made conscious, I daresay, of his own sloppy lounge-suit rumpled cravat and shocking boots, and despite Belnap Jackson's amiable efforts to draw him into talk about hunting in the shires, and our county society at home, I began to fear that they would not hit it off together. The Honourable George did, however, consent to drive with his collar the following day, and I relied upon the tandem to recall him to his better self. But when the callers had departed he became quite almost plaintive to me. I say, you know, I shan't be wanted to pal up much with that chap, shall I? I mean to say, he wears so many clothes. They make me writhe as if I wore them myself. It won't do, you know. I told him very firmly that this was pithful of the most wretched sort, that his collar wore but the prescribed number of garments, each vogue to the last note, and that he was a person whom one must know. He responded pettishly that he vastly preferred the gentleman driver, with whom he had spent the afternoon, and sourdough, as he was now calling cousin Egbert. Jolly chaps, with no swank, he insisted, we drove quite almost everywhere—waterworks, cemetery, sash and blind factory, you know, I thought, blind factory, was some of their Bally-American slang for the shop of a chap who may dye glasses and that sort of thing, but nothing of the kind. They saw up timbers there quite all over the place, and nailed them up again into articles. It's all quite foreign. Nor was his account of his drive with Belnap-Jackson the following day a bit more reassuring. He wouldn't stop again at the sash and blind factory, where I wished to see the timbers being sawed and nailed, but drove me to a country club, which was not in the country, and wasn't a club, not a human there, not even a barman. Fancy a club of that sort. But he took me to his own house, for a glass of sherry and a biscuit, and there it wasn't so rotten, rather a mother-in-law I think she is. My old booming grenadier, topping sort, no end of fun. We pal'd up immensely, and I quite forgot Jackson-chap, till it was time for him to drive me back to these diggings. Rather sulky he was, I fancy, upish sort. Told him the old one was quite like old Caroline, dowager duchess of clue, but couldn't tell if it pleased him. Seemed to like it, and seemed not to, rather uncertain. Why, the people of the settlement pronounced his name Belnab Hyphen Jackson, and that seemed to make him snarky again. I mean to say, names with hyphen marks in him? I'd never heard the hyphen pronounced before, but everything is so strange. He said only the lowest classes did it as a form of coarse wit, and that he was wasting himself here. Wouldn't stay another day if it were not for family reasons. Queer sort of wheeze to say hyphen in a chap's name, as if it were a word, when it wasn't at all. The old girl, though, bellower she is. Perfectly top-hole, familiar with cattle, all that sort of thing. Sent away the chap's sherry, and Adam bring whiskey and soda. The hyphen chap fidgeted a good bit. Nervous sort I take it. Looked through a score of magazines, I daresay, when he found we didn't notice him much. Turned the leaves too fast to see anything, though. Made noises, and coughed, that sort of thing. Fine, old girl. Daughter, hyphen chap's wife, tried to talk to some rot about the season being well on here, and was there a good deal of society in London, and would I be free for dinner on the ninth? Silly chatter. Old girl talked sense. Cattle, mines, timber, blind factory, two-year-olds, that kind of thing. Shall see her often. Not the hyphen chap, though. Too much like one of those Bond Street milliner chap managers. Vague misgivings were beset me as to the value of the honourable George to the Northside set. Nor could I feel it all reassured on the following day, when Mrs. Effie held an afternoon reception in his honour, that he should be unaware of the event's importance, was to be expected, for as yet I had been unable to get him to take the red-gap social crisis seriously, at the hour when he should have been dressed and ready. I found him playing at cribbage with Cousin Egbert in the latter's apartment, and to my dismay he insisted upon finishing the rubber, although guests were already arriving. Even when the game was done he flatly refused to dress suitably, declaring that his lounge suit should be entirely acceptable to these rough frontier people, and he consented to go down at all, only on condition that Cousin Egbert would accompany him. Thereafter, four at an hour, the two of them drank tea uncomfortably, as often as it was given them, and while the honourable George undoubtedly made his impression, I could not but regret that he had so few conversational graces. How different, I reflected, had been my own entree into this county society, as well as I might, I again carried off the day for the honourable George, endeavouring from time to time to put him at his ease. Yet he breathed in unfeigned sigh of relief when the last guest had left, and he could resume his cribbage with Cousin Egbert. But he had received one impression of which I was glad, an impression of my own altered social quality, for I had graced the occasion with an urbanity which was as far beyond him as it must have been astonishing. It was now that he began to take seriously what I had told him of my business enterprise, so many of the guests having mentioned it to him in terms of the utmost enthusiasm. After my first accounts to him he had persisted in referring to it as a tuck-shop, a sort of place where school boys would exchange their half-pence for toffee, sweet-cakes, and marbles. Now he demanded to be shown the premises, and was at once duly impressed, both with their quiet elegance and my own business acumen, how it had all come about, and why I should be addressed as Colonel Ruggles, and treated as a person of some importance in the community. I dare say he has never comprehended to this day. As I had planned to do I later endeavour to explain to him that in North America persons were almost quite equal to one another, being born so. But at this he told me not to be silly, and continued to regard my rise as an insoluble part of the strangeness he everywhere encountered, even after I added that Demosines was the son of a cutler, that Cardinal Woolsey's father had been a pork butcher, and that Garfield had worked on a canal boat. I found him quite hopeless. Chaps go dotty, talking that piffle, was his comment. At another time I dare say I should have been rather distressed over this inability of the Honourable George to comprehend and adapt himself to the peculiarities of American life as readily as I had done. But just now I was quite too taken up with the details of my opening to give it the deeper consideration it deserved. In fact there were moments when I confessed to myself that I did not care tuppence about it. Such was the strain upon my executive faculties. When decorators and furnishers had done their work, when the choice carpet was laid, when the kitchen and table equipments were completed to the last detail, and when the lighting was artistically correct, there was still the matter of service. As to this I conceived and carried out what I fancy was rather a brilliant stroke, which was nothing less than to eliminate the fellow Hobbes as a social factor of even the Bohemian set. In contracting with him for my bread and rolls, I took an early opportunity of setting the chap in his place, as indeed it was not difficult to do when he had observed the splendid scale on which I was operating. At our second interview he was removing his hat and addressing me as Sir. While I have found that I can quite gracefully place myself on a level with the middle-class American, there is a serving type of our own people to which I shall eternally feel superior. The Hobbes fellow was of this sort, having undeniably the soul of a lackey. In addition to jobbing his bread and rolls, I engaged him as Pantryman, and took on such members of his numerous family as were competent. His wife was to assist my raccoon cook in the kitchen. Three of his sons were to serve as waiters, and his youngest, a lad in his teens, I installed as Vestiare, garbing him in a smart uniform and posting him to relieve my gentlemen patrons of their hats and top coats. A daughter was similarly installed as Maid, and the two achieved an effect of smartness unprecedented in red gap, an effect to which I am glad to say that the community responded instantly. In other establishments it was the custom for patrons to hang their garments on hat pegs, often under a printed warning that the proprietor would disclaim responsibility in case of loss. In the one known as Bert's Place, indeed the warning was positively vulgar. Watch your overcoat! Of course that sort of coarseness would have been impossible in my own place. As another important detail I had taken over from Mrs. Judson, her stock of jellies and compotes which I had found to be of a most excellent character, and had ordered as much more as she could manage to produce, together with cut flowers from her garden for my tables. She herself, being a young woman of the most pleasing capabilities, had done a bit of charring for me, and was now to be in charge of the glassware, linen, and silver. I had found her, indeed, highly sympathetic with my highest aims, and not a few of her suggestions as to management proved to be entirely sound. Her unspeakable dog continued his quite objectionable advances to me at every opportunity, in spite of my hitting him about rather, when I could do so unobserved. But the sinister interpretation that might be placed upon this by the baser-minded was now happily answered by the circumstance of her being in my employment. Her child, I regret to say, was still grossly overfed, seldom having its face free from jam or other smears. It persisted moreover and twisting my name into ruggums, which I found not a little embarrassing. The night of my opening found me calmly awaiting the triumph that was due me. As someone has said of Napoleon, I had won my battle in my tent before the firing of a single shot. I mean to say, I had looked so conscientiously after details, even to assuring myself that Cousin Egbert and the Honourable George would appear in evening-dress, my last act having been to coerce each of them into purchasing varnished boots. The former submitting meekly enough, though the Honourable George insisted it was a silly fuss. At seven o'clock, having devoted a final inspection to the kitchen where the female raccoon was well on with the dinner, and having noted that the members of my staff were in their places, I gave a last pleased survey of my dining-room, with its smartly equipped tables, flour bedecked, gleaming in the softened light from my shaded candlesticks. Truly it was a scene of refined elegance, such as Red Gap had never before witnessed within its own confines, and I had seen to it that the dinner, as well, would mark an epic in the lives of these simple but worthy people. Not a heavy nor a cloying repast would they find. Indeed, the bare simplicity of my menu had it been previously disclosed, would doubtless have disappointed more than one of my dinner-giving patronesses, but each item had been perfected to an extent never achieved by them. Their weakness had ever been to serve a profusion of neutral dishes, pleasing enough to the eye, but unedifying except as a spectacle. I mean to say, as food it was non-committal. It failed to intrigue. I should serve only a thin soup, a fish, small birds, two vegetables, a salad, a sweet and a savoury, but each item would prove worthy of the profoundest consideration. In the matter of thin soup, for example, the local practice was to serve a fluid of which, beyond the circumstance that it was warmish and slightly tinted, nothing of interest could ever be ascertained. My own thin soup would be a revelation to them. Again, in the matter of fish, this course with the hostesses of redgap has seemed to be merely an excuse for a pause. I had truly sympathised with Cousin Egbert's bitter complaint. The hand you would dab of something about the size of a watch with two strings of potato. For the first time then the fish-course in redgap was to be an event, an abundant portion of native fish with a lobster sauce which I had carried out to its highest power. My birds, hot from the oven, would be food in the strictest sense of the word. My vegetables cooked with a zealous attention, and my sweet immensely appealing, without being pretentiously spectacular. And for what I believed to be quite the first time in the town good coffee would be served. This heartening indeed had been the various attenuations of coffee which had been imposed upon me in my brief career as a diner out among these people. Not one among them had possessed the genius to master an acceptable decoction of the berry, the bald simplicity of the correct formula being doubtless incredible to them. The glare of a motor-horn aroused me from this musing, and from that moment I had little time for meditation until the evening, as the journal recorded the next morning, had gone down into history. My patrons arrived in groups, couples or singly, almost faster than I could see them. The Hobbs, lad, as vestillari, would halt them for hats and wraps, during which pause they would emit subdued cries of surprise and delight at my beautifully toned ensemble, after which, as they walked to their tables, it was not difficult to see that they were properly impressed. Mrs. Effie, escorted by the Honourable George and Cousin Egbert, was among the early arrivals, the senator being absent from town at a sitting of the house. These were quickly followed by the Belknap Jacksons and the Mixer, resplendent in purple satin and diamonds, all being at one of my large tables, so that the Honourable George sat between Mrs. Belknap Jackson and Mrs. Effie, though he at first made a somewhat undignified essay to seat himself next, the Mixer, needless to say, all were in evening-dress, though the Honourable George had fumbled grossly with his cravat and rumpled his shirt, nor had he submitted to having his beard trimmed, as I had warned him to do. As for Belknap Jackson, I had never beheld him more truly vulgar in every detail, and his slightly austere manner in any red-gap gathering had never set him better. Both Mrs. Belknap Jackson and Mrs. Effie wielded their lonions upon the later comers, thus giving their table quite an air. Mrs. Judge Ballard, who had come to be one of my staunchest adherents, occupied an adjacent table with her family party and two or three of the younger dancing set, the Indian Tuttle with his wife and two daughters were also among the early comers, and I could not but marvel anew at the Redman's histrionic powers, in almost quite correct evening attire, an entirely decorous in speech and gesture, he might readily have been thought someone that mattered, had he not, at an early opportunity, caught my eye and winked with a sly significance. Quite almost every one of the north side set was present, imparting to my room a general air of distinguished smartness, and in addition there were not a few of what the Belknap Jackson had called the rabble, persons of no social value to be sure, but honest, well-mannered folk, small tradesmen, shop assistants, and the like, these plain people I may say, I took a special pains to welcome and put at their ease, for I had resolved in effect to be one of them, after the manner prescribed by their declaration thing. With quite all of them I chatted easily a moment or two, expressing the hope that they would be well pleased with their entertainment, I noted while thus engaged that Belknap Jackson eyed me with frank and superior cynicism. But this affected me quite not at all, and I took pains to point my indifference, chatting with increased urbanity, with the two cow-persons, Hank and Buck, who had entered rather uncertainly, not an evening dress to be sure, but indecent black, as befitted their stations. When I had prevailed upon them to surrender their hats to the vestillari, and had seen to them at a table for two, they informed me, in hoarse undertones, that they were prepared to put a bet down on every card from soda to hawk, so that I at first suspected they had thought me conducting a gaming establishment, but ultimately gathered that they were merely expressing a cordial determination to enter into the spirit of the occasion. There then entered, somewhat to my uneasiness, the clondike woman and her party. Being almost the last, it will be understood that they created no little sensation, as she led them down the thronged room to her table. She was wearing an evening gown of lustrous black, with the apparently simple lines that are so baffling to any but the expert maker, with a black picture hat that suited her no end. I saw more than one matron of the north side set stiffen in her seat, while Mrs. Belnap Jackson and Mrs. Effie turned upon her the chilling broadside of their lawn yarns. Belnap Jackson merely drew himself up austerely.  The four men were of a youngish sort, chaps and banks, chemists assistants, that sort of thing, who were constantly to be seen in her train. They were especially reprobated by the matrons of the correct set, by reason of their deliberately choosing to ally themselves with the Bohemian set. Acutely feeling the antagonism aroused by this group, I was momentarily discouraged in a design I had half formed of using my undoubted influence to unite the warding social factions of red gap, even as Bismarck had once brought the warring Prussian states together in a federated Germany. I began to see that the Klondike woman would forever prove unacceptable to the north side set. The cliques would unite against her, even if one should find in her a spirit of reconciliation which I supremely doubted. The bustle having in a measure subsided, I gave orders for the soup to be served, and at the same time turning the current into the electric piano forte. I had wished for this opening number something attractive yet dignified, which would, in a manner of speaking, symbolize an occasion to me at least highly momentous. To this end I had chosen pondels celebrated Largo, and at the first strains of this highly meditorious composition I knew that I had chosen surely. I am sure the piece was indelibly engraved upon the minds of those many dinner-givers who were for the first time in their lives realizing that a thin soup may be made a thing to take seriously. Nominally I accepted a seat at the table with the bell-knap Jacksons and Mrs. Effie, though I apprehended having to be more or less up and down in the direction of my staff, having now seated myself to soup, I was for the first time made aware of the curious behavior of the Honorable George. Disregarding his own soup, which was of itself unusual with him, he was staring straight ahead with a curious intensity. A half turn of my head was enough. He sat facing the Klondike woman. As I again turned a bit I saw that under cover of her animated converse with her table-companions she was at intervals allowing her very effective eyes to rest, as if absently, upon him. I may say now that a curious chill seized me, bringing with it a sudden psychic warning that all was not going to be as it should be. Some calamity impended. The man was quite apparently fascinated, staring with a fixed hypnotic intensity that had already been noted by his companions on either side.  The second time there was a soup stain upon his already rumpled shirt front. Presently it became only too heartily certain that the man was out of himself, for when the fish-course was served he remained serenely unconscious that none of the lobster sauce accompanied his own portion. It was a rich sauce, and the almost immediate effect of shellfish upon his complexion, being only too well known to me, I had directed that his fish should be served without it, though I had fully expected him to row me for it and perhaps create a scene. The circumstance of his blindly attacking the unsauced fish was eloquent indeed. The bell-napped Jackson's and Mrs. Effie were now plainly alarmed, and somewhat feverishly sought to engage his attention, with the result only that he snapped monosyllables at them without removing his gaze from its mark. And the woman was now too obviously pluming herself upon the effect she had achieved, upon us all she flashed an amused consciousness of her power, yet with a fine affectation of quite ignoring us. I was here obliged to leave the woman to oversee the serving of the wine, returning after an interval to find the situation unchanged, save that the woman no longer glanced at the honourable George. Such were her tactics. Having enmeshed him, she confidently left him to complete his own undoing. I had returned with the serving of the small birds. Observing his own before him the honourable George wished to be told why he had not been served with fish, and only with difficulty could he be convinced that he had partaken of this. Of course, in public places, one must expect to come into contact with persons of that sort, remarked Mrs. Effie. Something should be done about it, observed Mrs. Bell-napped Jackson, and they both murmured, creature! Though it was plain that the honourable George had little notion to whom they referred, observing, however, that the woman no longer glanced at him, he fell to his bird somewhat wholeheartedly, as indeed did all my guess. From every side I could hear eager approval of the repast, which was now being supplemented at most of the tables, by a sound wine of the burgundy type, which I had recommended, or by a dry champagne. Meantime the electric piano forte played steadily through a repertoire that had progressed from the Largo to more vivacious pieces of the American folk dance school, as was said in the press the following day, gayety and good-feeling range supreme, and one and all felt that it was indeed good to be there. Through the sweet and the savoury the dinner progressed, the latter proving to be a novelty that the hostesses of red gap thereafter slavishly copied, and with the advent of the coffee ensued a noticeable relaxation. People began to visit one another's tables, and there was a blithe undercurrent of praise for my efforts to smarten the town's public dining. The Condike woman, I fancy, was the first to light a cigarette, though quickly followed by the ladies of her party. Mrs. Belnap Jackson and Mrs. Effie, after a period of futile glaring at her through their lawnyons, seemed to make their resolves simultaneously and forthwith themselves lighted cigarettes. Of course it's done in the smart English restaurants, murmured Belnap Jackson as he assisted the ladies to their lights. Thereupon Mrs. Judge Ballard, farther down the room, began to smoke what I believe was her first cigarette, which proved to be a signal for other ladies of the onwards and upward society to do the same, Mrs. Ballard being their president. It occurred to me that these ladies were grimly bent on showing the Condike woman that they could trifle quite as gracefully as she with the lesser vices of Bohemia, or perhaps they wished to demonstrate to the younger dancing men in her train that the Northside set was not desolately austere in its recreation. The honourable George, I regret to say, produced a smelly pipe which he would have lighted, but at a shocked and cold glance from me he put it by and allowed the mixer to roll him one of the yellow paper cigarettes from a sack of tobacco which she had produced from some secret recess of her costume. Cousin Egbert had been excitedly happy throughout the meal, and now paid me a quaint compliment upon the food. Some eats, Bill, he called to me. I got to hand it to you. Though what precisely it was he wished to hand me I never ascertained, for the mixer at that moment claimed my attention with a compliment of her own. That, said she, is the only dinner I have eaten for a long time that was composed entirely of food. This hour succeeding the repast I found quite entirely agreeable. More than one person that mattered assuring me that I had assisted red gap to a notable advance in the finest and correctest sense of the word, and it was with a very definite regret that I beheld my guests departing. Returning to our table from a group of these who had called me to make their aduse, I saw that a most regrettable incident had occurred, nothing less than the formal presentation of the Honourable George to the Condiq woman and the mixer had appallingly done it. Everything is so strange here! I heard him saying as I passed their table, and the woman echoed, everything. While her glance enveloped him with a curious effect of appraisal, the others of her party were making much of him I could see quite as if they had preposterous designs of resting him from the north side-set to be one of themselves. Mrs. Belknap Jackson and Mrs. Effie affected to ignore the meeting.  Cousin Egbert, having drawn off one of his newly purchased boots during the dinner, was now replacing it with audible groans, but I caught his joyous comment a moment later. Didn't I tell you the judge was some mixer? Mixing indeed, snapped the ladies. A half hour later the historic evening had come to an end. The last guest had departed and all of my staff saved Mrs. Judson and her male child. These I begged to escort to their home since the way was rather far and dark. The child, unconsciously left in the kitchen at the mercy of his female black, had with criminal stupidity been stuffed with food, traces of almost every course of the dinner being apparent upon its puffy countenance. Being now in a stupor from over-feeding, I was obliged to lug the thing over my shoulder. I resolved to warn the mother at an early opportunity of the perils of an unrestricted diet. Although the deluded creature seemed actually to glory in its corpulence, I discovered, when halfway to her residence, that the thing was still tightly clutching the gnawed thigh bone of a fowl, which was spotting the shoulder of my smartest topcoat. The mother, however, was so ingenuously delighted with my success and so full of prattle concerning my future triumphs that I forbore to instruct her at this time. I may say that of all my staff she had betrayed the most intelligent understanding of my ideals, and I bade her good night with a strong conviction that she would greatly assist me in the future. She also promised that Mr. Barker should thereafter be locked in a cellar at such times as she was serving me. Returning through the town, I heard strains of music from the establishment known as Bert's Place, and was shocked, unsteadying through his show window, to observe the honourable George and cousin Egbert waltzing madly with the cow-persons, hank and buck, to the strains of a mechanical piano. The honourable George had exchanged his top hat for his partner's cow-person hat, which came down over his ears in a most regrettable manner. I thought it best not to intrude upon their coarse amusement, and went on to the grill to see that all was safe for the night. Returning from my inspection some half hour later, I came upon the two, cousin Egbert in the lead, the honourable George behind him. They greeted me somewhat boisterously, but I saw that they were now content to return home and to bed. As they walked somewhat mincingly, I noticed that they were in their hose, carrying their varnished boots in either hand of the honourable George, who still wore the cow-person's hat. I began now to have the gravest doubts. There had been an evil light in the eyes of the Klondike woman and her Bohemian cohorts as they surveyed him. As he preceded me, I heard him murmur ecstatically, such is life.