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  CHAPTER XXVI THE QUIET AFTERNOON

  Perhaps middle-aged people might discern Nature's real intentions in thematter of pain if they would examine a boy's punishments and sorrows,for he prolongs neither beyond their actual duration. With a boy,trouble must be of Homeric dimensions to last overnight. To him, everynext day is really a new day. Thus, Penrod woke, next morning, withneither the unspared rod, nor Mr. Kinosling in his mind. Tar, itself,so far as his consideration of it went, might have been an undiscoveredsubstance. His mood was cheerful and mercantile; some process havingworked mysteriously within him, during the night, to the result thathis first waking thought was of profits connected with the sale of oldiron--or perhaps a ragman had passed the house, just before he woke.

  By ten o'clock he had formed a partnership with the indeed amiable Sam,and the firm of Schofield and Williams plunged headlong into commerce.Heavy dealings in rags, paper, old iron and lead gave the firm a balanceof twenty-two cents on the evening of the third day; but a venture inglassware, following, proved disappointing on account of the scepticismof all the druggists in that part of town, even after seven laborioushours had been spent in cleansing a wheelbarrow-load of old medicinebottles with hydrant water and ashes. Likewise, the partners weredisheartened by their failure to dispose of a crop of "greens," althoughthey had uprooted specimens of that decorative and unappreciated flower,the dandelion, with such persistence and energy that the Schofields' andWilliams' lawns looked curiously haggard for the rest of that summer.

  The fit passed: business languished; became extinct. The dog-days hadset in.

  One August afternoon was so hot that even boys sought indoor shade. Inthe dimness of the vacant carriage-house of the stable, lounged MastersPenrod Schofield, Samuel Williams, Maurice Levy, Georgie Bassett, andHerman. They sat still and talked. It is a hot day, in rare truth, whenboys devote themselves principally to conversation, and this day wasthat hot.

  Their elders should beware such days. Peril hovers near when thefierceness of weather forces inaction and boys in groups are quiet.The more closely volcanoes, Western rivers, nitroglycerin, and boysare pent, the deadlier is their action at the point of outbreak. Thus,parents and guardians should look for outrages of the most singularviolence and of the most peculiar nature during the confining weather ofFebruary and August.

  The thing which befell upon this broiling afternoon began to brew andstew peacefully enough. All was innocence and languor; no one could haveforetold the eruption.

  They were upon their great theme: "When I get to be a man!" Being human,though boys, they considered their present estate too commonplace to bedwelt upon. So, when the old men gather, they say: "When I was a boy!"It really is the land of nowadays that we never discover.

  "When I'm a man," said Sam Williams, "I'm goin' to hire me a couple ofcoloured waiters to swing me in a hammock and keep pourin' ice-water onme all day out o' those waterin'-cans they sprinkle flowers from. I'llhire you for one of 'em, Herman."

  "No; you ain' goin' to," said Herman promptly. "You ain' no flowuh.But nev' min' nat, anyway. Ain' nobody goin' haih me whens _I_'m a man.Goin' be my own boss. _I_'m go' be a rai'road man!"

  "You mean like a superintendent, or sumpthing like that, and selltickets?" asked Penrod.

  "Sup'in--nev' min' nat! Sell ticket? NO suh! Go' be a PO'tuh! My uncle apo'tuh right now. Solid gole buttons--oh, oh!"

  "Generals get a lot more buttons than porters," said Penrod."Generals----"

  "Po'tuhs make the bes' l'vin'," Herman interrupted. "My uncle spen' mo'money 'n any white man n'is town."

  "Well, I rather be a general," said Penrod, "or a senator, or sumpthinglike that."

  "Senators live in Warshington," Maurice Levy contributed theinformation. "I been there. Warshington ain't so much; Niag'ra Falls isa hundred times as good as Warshington. So's 'Tlantic City, I was there,too. I been everywhere there is. I----"

  "Well, anyway," said Sam Williams, raising his voice in order to obtainthe floor, "anyway, I'm goin' to lay in a hammock all day, and haveice-water sprinkled on top o' me, and I'm goin' to lay there all night,too, and the next day. I'm goin' to lay there a couple o' years, maybe."

  "I bet you don't!" exclaimed Maurice. "What'd you do in winter?"

  "What?"

  "What you goin' to do when it's winter, out in a hammock with watersprinkled on top o' you all day? I bet you----"

  "I'd stay right there," Sam declared, with strong conviction, blinkingas he looked out through the open doors at the dazzling lawn and trees,trembling in the heat. "They couldn't sprinkle too much for ME!"

  "It'd make icicles all over you, and----"

  "I wish it would," said Sam. "I'd eat 'em up."

  "And it'd snow on you----"

  "Yay! I'd swaller it as fast as it'd come down. I wish I had a BARRELo' snow right now. I wish this whole barn was full of it. I wish theywasn't anything in the whole world except just good ole snow."

  Penrod and Herman rose and went out to the hydrant, where they dranklong and ardently. Sam was still talking about snow when they returned.

  "No, I wouldn't just roll in it. I'd stick it all round inside myclo'es, and fill my hat. No, I'd freeze a big pile of it all hard, andI'd roll her out flat and then I'd carry her down to some ole tailor'sand have him make me a SUIT out of her, and----"

  "Can't you keep still about your ole snow?" demanded Penrod petulantly."Makes me so thirsty I can't keep still, and I've drunk so much now Ibet I bust. That ole hydrant water's mighty near hot anyway."

  "I'm goin' to have a big store, when I grow up," volunteered Maurice.

  "Candy store?" asked Penrod.

  "NO, sir! I'll have candy in it, but not to eat, so much. It's goin' tobe a deportment store: ladies' clothes, gentlemen's clothes, neckties,china goods, leather goods, nice lines in woollings and lace goods----"

  "Yay! I wouldn't give a five-for-a-cent marble for your whole store,"said Sam. "Would you, Penrod?"

  "Not for ten of 'em; not for a million of 'em! _I_'m goin' to have----"

  "Wait!" clamoured Maurice. "You'd be foolish, because they'd be a toydeportment in my store where they'd be a hunderd marbles! So, how muchwould you think your five-for-a-cent marble counts for? And when I'mkeepin' my store I'm goin' to get married."

  "Yay!" shrieked Sam derisively. "MARRIED! Listen!" Penrod and Hermanjoined in the howl of contempt.

  "Certumly I'll get married," asserted Maurice stoutly. "I'll get marriedto Marjorie Jones. She likes me awful good, and I'm her beau."

  "What makes you think so?" inquired Penrod in a cryptic voice.

  "Because she's my beau, too," came the prompt answer. "I'm her beaubecause she's my beau; I guess that's plenty reason! I'll get married toher as soon as I get my store running nice."

  Penrod looked upon him darkly, but, for the moment, held his peace.

  "Married!" jeered Sam Williams. "Married to Marjorie Jones! You're theonly boy I ever heard say he was going to get married. I wouldn'tget married for--why, I wouldn't for--for----" Unable to think ofany inducement the mere mention of which would not be ridiculouslyincommensurate, he proceeded: "I wouldn't do it! What you want to getmarried for? What do married people do, except just come home tired, andworry around and kind of scold? You better not do it, M'rice; you'll bemighty sorry."

  "Everybody gets married," stated Maurice, holding his ground.

  "They gotta."

  "I'll bet _I_ don't!" Sam returned hotly. "They better catch me beforethey tell ME I have to. Anyway, I bet nobody has to get married unlessthey want to."

  "They do, too," insisted Maurice. "They GOTTA!"

  "Who told you?"

  "Look at what my own papa told me!" cried Maurice, heated with argument."Didn't he tell me your papa had to marry your mamma, or else henever'd got to handle a cent of her money? Certumly, people gotta marry.Everybody. You don't know anybody over twenty years old that isn'tmarried--except maybe teachers."

  "Look at policemen!" shouted Sam triumphantly. "You don'
t s'pose anybodycan make policemen get married, I reckon, do you?"

  "Well, policemen, maybe," Maurice was forced to admit. "Policemen andteachers don't, but everybody else gotta."

  "Well, I'll be a policeman," said Sam. "THEN I guess they won't comearound tellin' me I have to get married. What you goin' to be, Penrod?"

  "Chief police," said the laconic Penrod.

  "What you?" Sam inquired of quiet Georgie Bassett.

  "I am going to be," said Georgie, consciously, "a minister."

  This announcement created a sensation so profound that it was followedby silence. Herman was the first to speak.

  "You mean preachuh?" he asked incredulously. "You go' PREACH?"

  "Yes," answered Georgie, looking like Saint Cecilia at the organ.

  Herman was impressed. "You know all 'at preachuh talk?"

  "I'm going to learn it," said Georgie simply.

  "How loud kin you holler?" asked Herman doubtfully.

  "He can't holler at all," Penrod interposed with scorn. "He hollers likea girl. He's the poorest hollerer in town!"

  Herman shook his head. Evidently he thought Georgie's chance of beingordained very slender. Nevertheless, a final question put to thecandidate by the coloured expert seemed to admit one ray of hope.

  "How good kin you clim a pole?"

  "He can't climb one at all," Penrod answered for Georgie. "Over at Sam'sturning-pole you ought to see him try to----"

  "Preachers don't have to climb poles," Georgie said with dignity.

  "GOOD ones do," declared Herman. "Bes' one ev' _I_ hear, he clim up an'down same as a circus man. One n'em big 'vivals outen whens we livin' ona fahm, preachuh clim big pole right in a middle o' the church, whatwas to hol' roof up. He clim way high up, an' holler: 'Goin' to heavum,goin' to heavum, goin' to heavum NOW. Hallelujah, praise my Lawd!' An'he slide down little, an' holler: 'Devil's got a hol' o' my coat-tails;devil tryin' to drag me down! Sinnuhs, take wawnun! Devil got a hol' o'my coat-tails; I'm a-goin' to hell, oh Lawd!' Nex', he clim up littlemo', an' yell an' holler: 'Done shuck ole devil loose; goin' straight toheavum agin! Goin' to heavum, goin' to heavum, my Lawd!' Nex', he slidedown some mo' an' holler, 'Leggo my coat-tails, ole devil! Goin' tohell agin, sinnuhs! Goin' straight to hell, my Lawd!' An' he clim an' heslide, an' he slide, an' he clim, an' all time holler: 'Now 'm a-goin'to heavum; now 'm a-goin' to hell! Goin'to heavum, heavum, heavum, myLawd!' Las' he slide all a-way down, jes' a-squallin' an' a-kickin' an'a-rarin' up an' squealin', 'Goin' to hell. Goin' to hell! Ole Satum gotmy soul! Goin' to hell! Goin' to hell! Goin' to hell, hell, hell!"

  Herman possessed that extraordinary facility for vivid acting which isthe great native gift of his race, and he enchained his listeners. Theysat fascinated and spellbound.

  "Herman, tell that again!" said Penrod, breathlessly.

  Herman, nothing loath, accepted the encore and repeated the Miltonicepisode, expanding it somewhat, and dwelling with a fine art upon thoseportions of the narrative which he perceived to be most exciting to hisaudience. Plainly, they thrilled less to Paradise gained than to itslosing, and the dreadful climax of the descent into the Pit was thegreatest treat of all.

  The effect was immense and instant. Penrod sprang to his feet.

  "Georgie Bassett couldn't do that to save his life," he declared. "_I_'mgoin' to be a preacher! I'D be all right for one, wouldn't I, Herman?"

  "So am I!" Sam Williams echoed loudly. "I guess I can do it if YOU can.I'd be better'n Penrod, wouldn't I, Herman?"

  "I am, too!" Maurice shouted. "I got a stronger voice than anybody here,and I'd like to know what----"

  The three clamoured together indistinguishably, each asserting hisqualifications for the ministry according to Herman's theory, which hadbeen accepted by these sudden converts without question.

  "Listen to ME!" Maurice bellowed, proving his claim to at least thevoice by drowning the others. "Maybe I can't climb a pole so good, butwho can holler louder'n this? Listen to ME-E-E!"

  "Shut up!" cried Penrod, irritated. "Go to heaven; go to hell!"

  "Oo-o-oh!" exclaimed Georgie Bassett, profoundly shocked.

  Sam and Maurice, awed by Penrod's daring, ceased from turmoil, staringwide-eyed.

  "You cursed and swore!" said Georgie.

  "I did not!" cried Penrod, hotly. "That isn't swearing."

  "You said, 'Go to a big H'!" said Georgie.

  "I did not! I said, 'Go to heaven,' before I said a big H. That isn'tswearing, is it, Herman? It's almost what the preacher said, ain't it,Herman? It ain't swearing now, any more--not if you put 'go to heaven'with it, is it, Herman? You can say it all you want to, long as yousay 'go to heaven' first, CAN'T you, Herman? Anybody can say it ifthe preacher says it, can't they, Herman? I guess I know when I ain'tswearing, don't I, Herman?"

  Judge Herman ruled for the defendant, and Penrod was considered to havecarried his point. With fine consistency, the conclave establishedthat it was proper for the general public to "say it," provided "go toheaven" should in all cases precede it. This prefix was pronounced aperfect disinfectant, removing all odour of impiety or insult; and, withthe exception of Georgie Bassett (who maintained that the minister'swords were "going" and "gone," not "go"), all the boys proceeded toexercise their new privilege so lavishly that they tired of it.

  But there was no diminution of evangelical ardour; again were heard theclamours of dispute as to which was the best qualified for the ministry,each of the claimants appealing passionately to Herman, who, pleased butconfused, appeared to be incapable of arriving at a decision.

  During a pause, Georgie Bassett asserted his prior rights. "Who saidit first, I'd like to know?" he demanded. "I was going to be a ministerfrom long back of to-day, I guess. And I guess I said I was going to bea minister right to-day before any of you said anything at all. DIDN'TI, Herman? YOU heard me, didn't you, Herman? That's the very thingstarted you talking about it, wasn't it, Herman?"

  "You' right," said Herman. "You the firs' one to say it."

  Penrod, Sam, and Maurice immediately lost faith in Herman.

  "What if you did say it first?" Penrod shouted. "You couldn't BE aminister if you were a hunderd years old!"

  "I bet his mother wouldn't let him be one," said Sam. "She never letshim do anything."

  "She would, too," retorted Georgie. "Ever since I was little, she----"

  "He's too sissy to be a preacher!" cried Maurice. "Listen at his squeakyvoice!"

  "I'm going to be a better minister," shouted Georgie, "than all three ofyou put together. I could do it with my left hand!"

  The three laughed bitingly in chorus. They jeered, derided, scoffed,and raised an uproar which would have had its effect upon much strongernerves than Georgie's. For a time he contained his rising choler andchanted monotonously, over and over: "I COULD! I COULD, TOO! I COULD!I COULD, TOO!" But their tumult wore upon him, and he decided to availhimself of the recent decision whereby a big H was rendered innocuousand unprofane. Having used the expression once, he found it comforting,and substituted it for: "I could! I could, too!"

  But it relieved him only temporarily. His tormentors were unaffectedby it and increased their howlings, until at last Georgie lost his headaltogether. Badgered beyond bearing, his eyes shining with a wild light,he broke through the besieging trio, hurling little Maurice from hispath with a frantic hand.

  "I'll show you!" he cried, in this sudden frenzy. "You give me a chance,and I'll prove it right NOW!"

  "That's talkin' business!" shouted Penrod. "Everybody keep still aminute. Everybody!"

  He took command of the situation at once, displaying a fine capacity fororganization and system. It needed only a few minutes to set order inthe place of confusion and to determine, with the full concurrence ofall parties, the conditions under which Georgie Bassett was to defendhis claim by undergoing what may be perhaps intelligibly defined as theHerman test. Georgie declared he could do it easily. He was in a stateof great excitement and in no condition to think calmly or, pr
obably, hewould not have made the attempt at all. Certainly he was overconfident.