Ill go, said Eunice; that is, if youll stay and dine nowand we can talk it over and plan the trip.
With all the pleasure in life, returned Hendricks.
Chapter II
A Trip To Newark
Perhaps no factor is more indicative of the type of a home life than its breakfast atmosphere. For, in America, it is only a small proportion, even among the wealthy who breakfast in their rooms. And a knowledge of the appointments and customs of the breakfast are often data enough to stamp the status of the household.
In the Embury home, breakfast was a pleasant send-off for the day. Both Sanford and Eunice were of the sort who wake up wide-awake, and their appearance in the dining-room was always an occasion of merry banter and a leisurely enjoyment of the meal. Aunt Abby, too, was at her best in the morning, and breakfast was served sufficiently early to do away with any need for hurry on Sanfords part.
The morning paper, save for its headlines, was not a component part of the routine, and it was an exceptionally interesting topic that caused it to be unfolded.
This morning, however, Miss Ames reached the dining-room before the others and eagerly scanned the pages for some further notes of the affair in Newark.
But with the total depravity of inanimate things and with the invariable disappointingness of a newspaper, the columns offered no other information than a mere announcement of the coming event.
Hunting for details of your wild-goose chase? asked Embury, as he paused on the way to his own chair to lean over Aunt Abbys shoulder.
Yes, and theres almost nothing! Why do you take this paper?
Youll see it all to-day, so why do you want to read about it? laughed a gay voice, and Eunice came in, all fluttering chiffon and ribbon ends.
She took the chair Ferdinand placed for her, and picked up a spoon as the attentive man set grapefruit at her plate. The waitress was allowed to serve the others, but Ferdinand reserved to himself the privilege of waiting on his beloved mistress.
Still of a mind to go? she said, smiling at her aunt.
More than ever! Its a perfectly heavenly day, and well have a good ride, if nothing more.
Good ride! chaffed Embury. Dont you fool yourself, Aunt Abby! The ride from this burg to Newark, N.J., is just about the most Godforsaken bit of scenery you ever passed through!
I dont mind that. Al Hendricks is good company, and, any way, Id go through fire and water to see that Hanlon show. Eunice, cant you and Mr. Hendricks pick me up? I want to go to my Psychic Class this morning, and theres no use coming way back here again.
Yes, certainly; were going about noon, you know, and have lunch in Newark.
In Newark! and Embury looked his amazement.
Yes; Alvord said so last night. He says that new hotel there is quite all right. Well only have time for a bite, anyway.
Well, bite where you like. By the way, my Tiger girl, you didnt get that information from our friend last evening.
No, San, I couldnt, without making it too pointed. I thought I could bring it in more casually to-daysay, at luncheon.
Yes; thats good. But find out, Eunice, just where the Merediths stand. They may swing the whole vote.
What vote? asked Aunt Abby, who was interested in everything.
Our club, Auntie, and Embury explained. You know Hendricks is presidenthas been for yearsand were trying to oust him in favor of yours truly.
You, Sanford! Do you mean you want to put him out and put yourself in his place?
Exactly that, my lady.
But-how queer! Does he know it?
Rather! Yeseven on calm second thought, I should say Hendricks knows it!
But I shouldnt think you two would be friends in such circumstances.
Thats the beauty of it, maam; were bosom friends, as you know; and yet, were fighting for that presidency like two cats of Kilkenny.
The New York Athletic Club, is it?
Oh, no, maam! Not so, but far otherwise. The Metropolitan Athletic Club if you please.
Yes, I knowId forgotten the name.
Dont mix up the twotheyre deadly rivals.
Why do you want to be president, Sanford?
Thats a long tale, but in a nutshell, purely and solely for the good of the club.
And thats the truth, declared Eunice. Sanford is getting himself disliked in some quarters, influential ones, too, and hes making life-long enemiesnot Alvord, but othersand it is all because he has the real interests of the club at heart. Al Hendricks is running it intointo a mud-puddle! Isnt he, San?
Well, yes, though I shouldnt have thought of using that word. But, he is bringing its gray hairs in sorrow to the graveor will, if he remains in office, instead of turning it over to a well-balanced man of good judgment and unerring tastesay, like one Sanford Embury.
You certainly are not afflicted with false pride, Sanford, and Aunt Abby bit into her crisp toast with a decided snap.
Why, thank you, and Embury smiled as he purposely misinterpreted her words. I quite agree, Aunt, that my pride is by no means false. It is a just and righteous pride in my own merits, both natural and acquired.
He winked at Eunice across the table, and she smiled back appreciatively. Aunt Abby gave him what was meant to be a scathing glance, but which turned to a nod of admiration.
Thats so, Sanford, she admitted. Al Hendricks is a nice man, but he falls down on some things. Hasnt he been a good president?
Until lately, Aunt Abby. Now, hes all mixed up with a crowd of intractablessporty chaps, who want a lot of innovations that the more conservative element wont stand for.
Why, they want prize-fights and a movie theatre-right in the club! informed Eunice. And it means too much expense, besides being a horrid, low-down
There, there, Tiger, and Sanford shook his head at her. Let us say those things are unpalatable to a lot of us old fogies
Stop! I wont have you call yourself oldor fogyish, either! Youre the farthest possible removed from that! Why, youre no older than Al Hendricks.
You were all children together, said Aunt Abby, as if imparting a bit of new information; you three, and Mason Elliott. Why, when you were ten or eleven, Eunice, those three boys were eternally camping out in the front yard, waiting for you to get your hair curled and go out to play. And later, they all hung around to take you to parties, and then, later stillnot so much later, eitherthey all wanted to marry you.
Why, Auntie, youre telling the whole story of my life and whats my real name!Sanford knows all this, and knows that he cut out the other twothough Im not saying they wanted to marry me.
It goes without saying, and her husband gave her a gallant bow. But, great heavens, Eunice, if youd married those other twoI mean one of emeither oneyoud have been decidedly out of your element. Hendricks, though a bully chap, is a man of impossible tastes, and Elliott is a prigpure and simple! I, you see, strike a happy medium. And, speaking of such things, are your mediums always happy, Aunt Abby?
How you do rattle on, Sanford! A true medium is so absorbed in her endeavors, so wrapped up in her work, she is, of course, happyI suppose. I never thought about it.