ul and Hiram Look act as judges with him. 'Tis a vote!
Now, who will see Cap'n Sproul and--"
"Considerin' what has happened to those who have in times past tried
to notify Cap'n Sproul of honors tendered to him in this town, you'd
better pick out some one who knows how to use the wireless telegraph,"
suggested one of the trustees.
"There won't be any trouble in gettin' Hiram Look to act," said the
president. "He's just enough of a circus feller to like to stand up
before the crowd and show authority. Well, then"--the president's
wits were sharpened by his anxiety over the proposed exhibition
hall--"let Mr. Look arrange it with Cap'n Sproul. They're suckin'
cider through the same straw these days."
And this suggestion was so eminently good that the meeting adjourned
in excellent humor that made light of all the gloomy prognostications
of Trustee Wallace.
As though good-fortune were in sooth ruling the affairs of the Smyrna
A.F. & G.D.A., Hiram Look came driving past as the trustees came out
of the tavern, their meeting-place.
He stroked his long mustache and listened. At first his silk hat stuck
up rigidly, but soon it began to nod gratified assent.
"I don't know much about hoss-trottin' rules, but a man that's been
in the show business for thirty years has got enough sportin' blood
in him for the job, I reckon. Bickford and Sproul, hey? Why, yes!
I'll hunt up the Cap, and take him over to Bickford's, and we'll
settle preliminaries, or whatever the hoss-talk is for gettin'
together. I'd rather referee a prize-fight, but you're too dead up
this way for real sport to take well. Nothing been said to Sproul?
All right! I'll fix him."
Cap'n Sproul was in his garden, surveying the growing "sass" with
much content of spirit. He cheerfully accepted Hiram's invitation
to take a ride, destination not mentioned, and they jogged away
toward "Bickburn Towers," as the Honorable J. Percival had named the
remodelled farm-house of his ancestors.
Hiram, whose gift was language, impetuous in flow and convincing in
argument, whether as barker or friend, conveyed the message of the
trustees to Cap'n Sproul. But the first selectman of Smyrna did not
display enthusiasm. He scowled at the buggy dasher and was silent.
"Men that have been out and about, like you and I have been, need
something once in a while to break the monotony of country life,"
concluded Hiram, slashing his whip at the wayside alders.
"You and me and hi
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