“I don’t see what’s pricking you with small pins of envy. You were there with about the gayest crowd I ever saw at a theater; and it looked like your own party.”
“Don’t say a word,” implored Balcomb, putting out his hand. “Members of the board of managers of the state penitentiary, their wives, their cousins and their aunts. Say, weren’t those beauteous whiskers! My eye! Well, the evening netted me about five hundred plunks, and I got to see the show and to eat a good supper in the bargain. Some reformers were to appear before them that night officially, and my friends wanted to keep them busy. I was called into the game to do something,—hence these tears. Lawsy! I earned my money. Did you see those women?—about two million per cent. pure jay!”
“You ought to cut out that sort of thing; it isn’t nice.”
“Oh, you needn’t be so virtuous. Carr keeps a whole corps of rascals to spread apple-butter on the legislature corn-bread.”
“You’d better speak to him about it. He’d probably tell Mrs. Carr to ask you to dinner right away.”
“Oh, that will come in time. I don’t expect to do everything at once. You may see me up there sometime; and when you do, don’t shy off like a colt at the choo-choos. By the way, I’d like to be one of the bright particular stars of the Dramatic Club if you can fix it. You remember that amateur theatricals are rather in my line.”
“I do. At college you were one of the most persistent Thespians we had, and one of the worst. But let social matters go. You haven’t told me how to get rich quick yet. I haven’t had the nerve to chuck the law as you have.”
“Well,” continued Balcomb, expansively, “a fellow has got to take what he can when he can. One swallow doesn’t make a summer; one sucker doesn’t make a spring; so we must catch the birdling en route or en passant, as our dear professor of modern languages used to try to get us to remark. Say, between us old college friends, I cleared up a couple of thousand last week just too easy for any use. You know Singerly, the popular undertaker,—Egyptian secret of embalming, lady and gentleman attendants, night and day,—always wears a spray of immortelles in his lapel and a dash of tuberose essence on his handkerchief. Well, Singerly and I operated together in the smoothest way you ever saw. Excuse me!” He lay back and howled. “Well, there was an old house up here on High Street just where it begins to get good; very exclusive—old families and all that. It belonged to an estate, and I got an option on it just for fun. I began taking Singerly up there to look at it. We’d measure it, and step it off, and stop and palaver on the sidewalk. In a day or two those people up there began to take notice and to do me the honor to call on me. You see, my boy, an undertaking shop—even a fashionable one—for a neighbor, isn’t pleasant; it wouldn’t add, as one might say, to the sauce piquante of life; and as a reminder of our mortality—a trifle depressing, as you will admit.”
He took the cigar from his mouth and examined the burning end of it thoughtfully.
“I sold the option to one of Singerly’s prospective neighbors for the matter of eleven hundred. He’s a retired wholesale grocer and didn’t need the money.”