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Page 14
Then they came to the hotel, the Evarts House. It was rather
pretentious, well built, with great columns in front supporting double
verandas. It was also well lighted. It was evidently far above the usual
order of a road house. Doctor Gordon entered, with James at his heels.
They went into the great low room at the right of the door, which was
the bar-room. Behind the bar stood an enormous man, yellow haired and
yellow bearded, dispensing drinks. The whole low interior was dim with
tobacco smoke, and scented with various liquors and spices. There was on
one side a great fireplace, in which stood earthen pitchers, in which
cider was being mulled with red-hot pokers, eager vinous faces watching.
Nobody was intoxicated, but there was a general hum of hilarity and
gusto of life about the place, an animal enjoyment of good cheer and
jollity. It was in truth not respectable to get entirely drunk in Alton.
It was genteel to become "set up," exhilarated, but the real gutter form
of inebriety was frowned upon to a much greater extent than in many
places where there was less license.
"Hullo!" sang out Doctor Gordon as he entered. Immediately a grin of
comradeship overspread the pink face of the yellow-haired giant behind
the bar. "Hullo!" he responded. "Just step into the other room, and I'll
be there right away."
James followed Doctor Gordon into what was evidently the state parlor of
the hotel. There was haircloth furniture, and a mahogany table, with
various stains of conviviality upon its polished surface. There was a
fire on the hearth, and on the mantel stood some gilded vases and a
glass case of wax-flowers, also a stuffed canary under a glass shade,
pathetic on his little twig. Doctor Gordon pointed to the flowers and
the canary. "Poor old man lost his wife, when he had been married two
years," he said. "She and the baby both died. That was before I came
here. Damned if I wouldn't have pulled them through. That was her bird,
and she made those fool flowers, poor little thing. I suppose if the
hotel were to take fire Georgie K. would go for them before all the cash
in the till."
"He hasn't married again?"
"Married again! It's my belief he'd shoot the man that mentioned it."
Then Georgie K. entered, his rosy face distended with a smile of the
most intense hospitality, and before Doctor Gordon had a chance to
introduce James, he said, "What'll you take, gentlemen?"
"This is my new assistant, from Gresham, Doctor Elliot," said Gordon.
Georgie K. made a bow, and scraped his foot at the same time with a
curiously boyish gesture. "What'll you take?" he asked again. That was
evidently his formula of hospitality, which must never be delayed.
"Apple-jack," responded Doctor Gordon promptly. "You had better take
apple-jack too, young man. Georgie K. has gin that beats the record, and
peach brandy, but when it comes to his apple-jack--it's worth the whole
State of New Jersey."
"All right," answered James.
Soon he found himself seated at the stained old mahogany table with the
two men, and between two glasses, a bottle, and a pitcher of hot water.
Doctor Gordon dealt a pack of dirty cards while the hotel keeper poured
the apple-jack. James could not help staring at the elder doctor with
more and more amazement. He seemed to assimilate perfectly with his
surroundings. The tormented expression had gone from his face. He was
simply convivial, and of the same sort as Georgie K. He no longer
looked even a gentleman. He had become of the soil, the New Jersey soil.
As they drank and played, he told stories, and roared with laughter at
them. The stories also belonged to the soil, they were folk lore, wild,
coarse, but full of humanity. Although Doctor Gordon drank freely of the
rich mellow liquor, it did not apparently affect him. His cheeks above
his gray furze of beard became slightly flushed, that was all.
James drank rather sparingly. The stuff seemed to him rather fiery, and
he remembered the goddess in the doctor's house. He could imagine her
look of high disdain at him should he return under the influence of
liquor. Besides, he did not particularly care for the apple-jack.
It was midnight before they left. Georgie K. went to the door with them,
and he and the doctor shook hands heartily. "Come again," said Georgie
K., "and the sooner the better, and bring the young Doc. We'll make him
have a good time."
Until they were near home, Doctor Gordon continued his strangely
incongruous conversation, telling story after story, and shouting with
laughter. When they came in sight of the house Gordon stopped suddenly
and leaned against a great maple beside the road. He stared at the
house, two of the upper windows of which were lighted, and gave a great
sigh, almost a groan. James stopped also and stared at him. He wondered
if the apple-jack had gone to the doctor's head after all. "What is the
matter?" he ventured.
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