Before Latimer put him on watch, the Nantucket sailorman had not a care in the world.If the wind blew from the north, he spun to the left; if it came from the south, he spun to the right.But it was entirely the wind that was responsible.So, whichever way he turned, he smiled broadly, happily.His outlook upon the world was that of one who loved his fellowman.He had many brothers as like him as twins all over Nantucket and Cape Cod and the North Shore, smiling from the railings of verandas, from the roofs of bungalows, from the eaves of summer palaces.Empaled on their little iron uprights, each sailorman whirled--sometimes languidly, like a great lady revolving to the slow measures of a waltz, sometimes so rapidly that he made you quite dizzy, and had he not been a sailorman with a heart of oak and a head and stomach of pine, he would have been quite seasick.But the particular sailorman that Latimer bought for Helen Page and put on sentry duty carried on his shoulders most grave and unusual responsibilities.He was the guardian of a buried treasure, the keeper of the happiness of two young people.It was really asking a great deal of a care-free, happy-go-lucky weather-vane.
Every summer from Boston Helen Page's people had been coming to Fair Harbor.They knew it when what now is the polo field was their cow pasture.And whether at the age of twelve or of twenty or more, Helen Page ruled Fair Harbor.When she arrived the "season" opened; when she departed the local trades-people sighed and began to take account of stock.She was so popular because she possessed charm, and because she played no favorites.
To the grooms who held the ponies on the sidelines her manner was just as ****** and interested as it was to the gilded youths who came to win the championship cups and remained to try to win Helen.She was just as genuinely pleased to make a four at tennis with the "kids" as to take tea on the veranda of the club-house with the matrons.To each her manner was always as though she were of their age.When she met the latter on the beach road, she greeted them riotously and joyfully by their maiden names.And the matrons liked it.In comparison the deference shown them by the other young women did not so strongly appeal.
"When I'm jogging along in my station wagon," said one of them, "and Helen shrieks and waves at me from her car, I feel as though I were twenty, and I believe that she is really sorry I am not sitting beside her, instead of that good-looking Latimer man, who never wears a hat.Why does he never wear a hat? Because he knows he's good-looking, or because Helen drives so fast he can't keep it on?""Does he wear a hat when he is not with Helen?" asked the new arrival."That might help some.""We will never know," exclaimed the young matron; "he never leaves her."This was so true that it had become a public scandal.You met them so many times a day driving together, motoring together, playing golf together, that you were embarrassed for them and did not know which way to look.But they gloried in their shame.If you tactfully pretended not to see them, Helen shouted at you.
She made you feel you had been caught doing something indelicate and underhand.
The mothers of Fair Harbor were rather slow in accepting young Latimer.So many of their sons had seen Helen shake her head in that inarticulate, worried way, and look so sorry for them, that any strange young man who apparently succeeded where those who had been her friends for years had learned they must remain friends, could not hope to escape criticism.Besides, they did not know him: he did not come from Boston and Harvard, but from a Western city.They were told that at home, at both the law and the game of politics, he worked hard and successfully; but it was rather held against him by the youth of Fair Harbor that he played at there games, not so much for the sake of the game as for exercise.He put aside many things, such as whiskey and soda at two in the morning, and bridge all afternoon, with the remark:
"I find it does not tend toward efficiency." It was a remark that irritated and, to the minds of the men at the country clubs, seemed to place him.They liked to play polo because they liked to play polo, not because it kept their muscles limber and their brains clear.
"Some Western people were telling me," said one of the matrons, "that he wants to be the next lieutenant-governor.They say he is very ambitious and very selfish.""Any man is selfish," protested one who for years had attempted to marry Helen, "who wants to keep Helen to himself.But that he should wish to be a lieutenant-governor, too, is rather an anticlimax.It makes one lose sympathy."Latimer went on his way without asking any sympathy.The companionship of Helen Page was quite sufficient.He had been working overtime and was treating himself to his first vacation in years--he was young--he was in love and he was very happy.Nor was there any question, either, that Helen Page was happy.Those who had known her since she was a child could not remember when she had not been happy, but these days she wore her joyousness with a difference.It was in her eyes, in her greetings to old friends: it showed itself hourly in courtesies and kindnesses.
She was very kind to Latimer, too.She did not deceive him.She told him she liked better to be with him than with any one else,--it would have been difficult to deny to him what was apparent to an entire summer colony,--but she explained that that did not mean she would marry him.She announced this when the signs she knew made it seem necessary.She announced it in what was for her a roundabout way, by remarking suddenly that she did not intend to marry for several years.
This brought Latimer to his feet and called forth from him remarks so eloquent that Helen found it very difficult to keep her own.She as though she had been caught in an undertow and was being whirled out to sea.When, at last, she had regained her breath, only because Latimer had paused to catch his, she shook her head miserably.
