Evening Star Newspaper, June 21, 1931, Page 88

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Being Chairman at the Neck—.A Short Stary b}/ Booth Tarkington 0 Continued jrom Eleventh Page yome, and I might say it became an unfortu- nate occasion. One evening at dinner Enid and @larissa got to whispering togehter and laugh- ing kind of surreptitiously in a way that I felt displeasing because what amused them seemed %0 be something about myself. I told them that they spent too much time giggling generally. #Jt’s a habit I don‘t like to see,” I said. “It's ¥out time you began to display a little more @dignity!” ; - “You mean like you, Papa?” Enid asked me; 3nd then both of the girls and their mother burst out laughing in a way I considered offensive and told them so. “But you couldn’t blame us, Papa,” Enid Went on to say. “Not if you'd been there y and had seen what Clarissa and I saw.” “Been where?” I asked her. “Been where?” «Behind the dressing rooms at the club pool,” she told me. “Claricsa and some of the boys and I heard a funny kind of screeching around there and went to see what it was. That gute little Paulie Timberlake was strutting up and down before a lot of other children, elapping his hands together and with his stomach stuck way out in front of him. ‘Chapmin o' the house committy! Chapmin o' the house committy!” he kept squealing, and the other children were all just howling. o tell the truth, we did, too, Papa; we nearly died! Because, of course, everybody could see whom he meant!” I guess I must have been pretty red with indignation because I could feel my collar nearly burning me. “Why didn’t you instantly come into the club house and report it to me? I was there, and you knew I was! I'm chairman of the house committee of that club, pnd it’s my business to——" - I didn’t get any further because Mrs. Massey and the girls began laughing so loudly I could hardly hope to drown them out. I waited till they had quieted down; then I told Enid what 1 thought of her lack of respect. I was pretty sore, and I went on talking, getting more and more severe, until Mrs. Massey looked serious and said she thought I'd gone about far enough. “I haven’t said half of what I'm going to,” I told her preity sharply. “Girls of this generation don’t show any respect for anything; but I don’t intend to let my daugh- ters be brought up in that way. I'll teach themrto show some respect or else they’ll look elsewhere for their monthly allowances!” I suppose it was unfortunate that I said this in such a tone of voice, because Enid took advantage of it. She deliberately burst out crying as if her heart would break and got up and left the room. What made it worse, Mrs. Massey put her fork down on her plate, looked at me, then got up and followed Enid; but made a remark on her way out, seeing fit to add another unpleasant expression to ome she &ad used before. “You've got so pompous and _lrr%utelyldon’twonderthepoor‘lrh feel y can barely manage to live with: you!” 8o Clarissa and I were left to finish that meal alone. I went on eating kind of dog- gedly, though I knew I was in too wrathy a condition for good digestion and, just before Clarissa got up, she didn’t make me any calmer. She gave a kind of gurgle, the way people do when they remember something funny. “Everybody says Paulie Timberlake is just a natural-born little leader,” she told, me. “He certainly has the most phenomenal powers of mimicry I ever saw in a child.” This last she added when she was already in the next room, and, as she went on out of hearing right away, I was thrown back on brooding upon what I would have liked to do to little Paulie. Even in my own home, which had always been a happy and loving one, that child, it seemed, could produce discord. Well, sir, it could hardly be believed that a man of mature age could get to spending as much time as I did thinking about the troubles a nine-year-old boy was making for him, or planning what he'd like to do in return. It's actually a fact that when I'd be falling to sleep at night I'd often have pictures in my mind, half dreamy-like, of myself getting little Paulie to eat big, sour pickles and a box of soft, sweet chocolate together, and I'd see my- self watching what happened after that with a kind of relieved, pleasant feeling in my chest. No, sir, if I hadn't gone through it, myself, I couldn’t have believed it possible that a busi- ness man in middle life could get worked up to spending the bulk of his time despising a bright-eyed little boy nine years old. HEN, one night, after I'd gone to bed and was mulling over my troubles in this con- nection, an idea struck me that seemed such a splendid and satisfying solution I wondered I hadn’t thought of it before. I'd make a rule and post it up in the club house abso- lutely forbidding the use of the club to all minors under the age of 14. “That’ll fix little Paulie, I guess!” I thought, and I slept well that night for the first time in over a week. So the next morning, I told the steward about it and instructed him to have the new rule printed in large letters and pasted up on the bulletin board in the hallway. He just looked kind of feeble and got that pathetic smile of his on his face. “What's the matter with it,” I asked him. “Don’t you know that it's the very thing most of the members would be delighted with?” “Those that have children over 14 would, sir,” he told me. “Mr. Dalrymple tried exactly the same thing when he was chairman, but about an hour after he had the rule posted he came to me, kind of pale, and instructed me to cross out ‘14’ and write ‘11’ up, in- stead. The next day, after a good many peo- ple had been talking to him at the beach, it seems, he came in and told me to write ‘four unless accompanied by a nurse,’ instead of ‘11'. It’s been attempted, sir, you see, and it dogsn’t do at all.” So there I was—down again, but determined to fight this thing out to the end, and I was still feeling that way after I'd gone back w the cottage and sat down at my desk to lock over the monthly bills that had just come in. The very first one I opened was from the Rocky Meadow Club, and, when I glanced at the total amount, I thought it must be a hor- rible kind of joke on the part of the treasurer, Mr. Bullfinch. I went over the items and then took up the _telephone and called him. “Look here!” I said. “You've got all mixed up in your accounts. You've charged me with that new billiard table and upholstering three chairs and two new antique glass lamps and a new sofa and re-wiring a piano an o “Yes, yes,” he said. “What's the matter?” “Matter! Why, those things were all ordered for the club!” “Well, you ordered ’em, didn’t you?” “Yes, but not for my own——" “You ordered ’em,” he said again, inter- rupting me kind of testily. *“Of course, they can’t be charged to the club, you understand, because the club hasn’t got any funds to mcet such expenses. There's a large faction de- termined to reduce the dues at the next an- nual meeting and very indignant because the place isn’'t run more economically than it is. As a matter of fact, that club’s insolvent right now.” “Look here!” I said. “Do you mean to say I've actually got to send you my own pér- sonal check for that billiard table and those three chairs and those two——" “You certainly have,” he told me. “You ordered 'em of your own free will, and the club budget hasn’t got any funds to meet——" “Look here!” I said, interrupting in a tone I expect probably sounded kind of hoarse. “Listen! If I've got to pay that bill, I'll do it, but I've been having altogether too mucn trouble over there making my authority as chairman respected; and what with one thing and another, I tell you frankly if things don’t go better pretty soon I'll resign!” “Oh, for goodness sake, don't do that!” he said, and his manner changed completely. He'd been speaking with some sharpness but now he sounded kind of frightened. “For heaven’s sake, don’t talk about resigning!” he went on. “Please dismiss that idea from your mind, Mr. Massey, I beg you, please!” “I won't dismiss it,” I told him. “If things don't go better I'll do it!” ¥ ltmjustthen,ulmhmglncupthev telephone, that Mrs. Massey came in from outdoors, looking cheerful, in a superior kind of way that she does sometimes. “Your right ear certainly ought to be burning,” she said. “I've just been hearing such splendid com-’ pliments for you from Mrs. Abercrombie, that nice old lady in the green cottage who claims she was the first Summer resident at the Neck. You’ll be d®lighted to hear what lovely thmnm she was saying about your chairman- ship.” “Never mind!” I told her. “I don't care to hear any.” Mrs, Massey didn’t pay any attention, but went right on: “Mrs. Abercrombie says she it was perfectly lovely of you to accept the chairmanship. They'd asked nearly every- body in the place before they got Mr. Dalrymple to take it—the Dalrymples first came her the Summer that we did, you remember—and when Mr. Dalrymple only kept it three weeks and re- signed, they were almost distracted, old Mrs. Abercrombie says. They just didn’t know where to look for a chairman, and had about given up when luckily scmebody happened to think of you. She says it's the most splendid thing that you were willing to serve, and she hopes you won't be discouraged by all the complaints that are going around, because she thinks you've just done wonders in the way of keeping the place up.” . “Never mind!” I said. “I don’t care to hear any more.” “No?” Mrs. Massey asked me; then she gave a musing kind of laugh and pinched up her mouth, in a way she has. “I thought maybe it might help you to get your face back to normal instead o’ trying to keep it looking like the Emperor Augustus’s all the time.” ITH that, she laughed again and went on upstairs. I didn’t have a thing to say— of a sudden it had kind of come over me what my associates in the Logansville Chamber of Commerce would think if they knew I had let myself be soft-soaped into a chairmanship that nobody else would take, and that had got me trying to order everybody around, including my own family, and pretty principally involved in fighting with a little boy. ® It isn’'t too much to say that after Mrs. Massey went out, what she left behind her, sit- ting in the chair by that desk, was mainly a state of ccllapse. My condition was a good deal like that of a person coming out of a coma or maybe just realizing that he’'d been pretty sick for some time, but might get well. I tried to figure out what it was that had happened to me, and why it had.done so; and about the first conclusicn I came to was that commu- nism isn't practicable—at least, not for pros- perous people in a condition of Summer un- occupiedness. I don’t know about very poor and busy people—they might do better at it, maybe—but when a rich Summer commu- nity owns property in common its members and their offsprings, have got the sense of in- dividual ownership too much developed. In considerable pain I perceived that I had been making a really remarkable mistake about Little Paulie Timberlake. For that child had come fo be such a disturber of my state of mind as chairman of the Rocky Meadow House Committee and occupier of the main sociable position at Mary’s Neck, I'd begun to feel that if I could just once and for all put him in his place and excommunicate him, or something, I'd be a happy man again. But now I saw it wasn’t so; it wasn't Little Paulie I'd have to eradicate in order to be happy, it was some- thing in myself—something Little Paulie had instinctively been having a lot of fun with, Right there I saw that Paulie wonldn’t have Continued on Nineteenth-Page