For one thing,he did not know what to do with his hands.He thrust one of them nervously over the counter and shook hands with Joe Kane."How-de-do,"he said.Joe Kane put his newspaper down and stared at him.Father's eye lighted on the basket of eggs that sat on the counter and he began to talk."Well,"he began hesitatingly,"well,you have heard of Christopher Columbus,eh?"He seemed to be angry."That Christopher Columbus was a cheat,"he declared emphatically."He talked of making an egg stand on its end.He talked,he did,and then he went and broke the end of the egg."
My father seemed to his visitor to be beside himself at the duplicity of Christopher Columbus.He muttered and swore.He declared it was wrong to teach children that Christopher Columbus was a great man when,after all,he cheated at the critical moment.He had declared he would make an egg stand on end and then,when his bluff had been called,he had done a trick.Still grumbling at Columbus,father took an egg from the basket on the counter and began to walk up and down.He rolled the egg between the palms of his hands.He smiled genially.He began to mumble words regarding the effect to be produced on an egg by the electricity that comes out of the human body.He declared that,without breaking its shell and by virtue of rolling it back and forth in his hands,he could stand the egg on its end.He explained that the warmth of his hands and the gentle rolling movement he gave the egg created a new center of gravity,and Joe Kane was mildly interested."I have handled thousands of eggs,"father said."No one knows more about eggs than I do."
He stood the egg on the counter and it fell on its side.He tried the trick again and again,each time rolling the egg between the palms of his hands and saying the words regarding the wonders of electricity and the laws of gravity.When after a half-hour's effort he did succeed in making the egg stand for a moment,he looked up to find that his visitor was no longer watching.By the time he had succeeded in calling Joe Kane's attention to the success of his effort,the egg had rolled over and lay on its side.
Afire with the showman's passion and at the same time a good deal disconcerted by the failure of his first effort,father now took the bottles containing the poultry monstrosities down from their place on the shelf and began to show them to his visitor."How would you like to have seven legs and two heads like this fellow?"he asked,exhibiting the most remarkable of his treasures.A cheerful smile played over his face.He reached over the counter and tried to slap Joe Kane on the shoulder as he had seen men do in Ben Head's saloon when he was a young farmhand and drove to town on Saturday evenings.His visitor was made a little ill by the sight of the body of the terribly deformed bird floating in the alcohol in the bottle and got up to go.Coming from behind the counter,father took hold of the young man's arm and led him back to his seat.He grew a little angry and for a moment had to turn his face away and force himself to smile.Then he put the bottles back on the shelf.In an outburst of generosity he fairly compelled Joe Kane to have a fresh cup of coffee and another cigar at his expense.Then he took a pan and filling it with vinegar,taken from a jug that sat beneath the counter,he declared himself about to do a new trick."I will heat this egg in this pan of vinegar,"he said."Then I will put it through the neck of a bottle without breaking the shell.When the egg is inside the bottle it will resume its normal shape and the shell will become hard again.Then I will give the bottle with the egg in it to you.You can take it about with you wherever you go.People will want to know how you got the egg in the bottle.Don't tell them.Keep them guessing.That is the way to have fun with this trick."
Father grinned and winked at his visitor.Joe Kane decided that the man who confronted him was mildly insane but harmless.He drank the cup of coffee that had been given him and began to read his paper again.When the egg had been heated in vinegar,father carried it on a spoon to the counter and going into a back room got an empty bottle.He was angry because his visitor did not watch him as he began to do his trick,but nevertheless went cheerfully to work.For a long time he struggled,trying to get the egg to go through the neck of the bottle.He put the pan of vinegar back on the stove,intending to reheat the egg,then picked it up and burned his fingers.After a second bath in the hot vinegar,the shell of the egg had been softened a little,but not enough for his purpose.He worked and worked and a spirit of desperate determination took possession of him.When he thought that at last the trick was about to be consummated,the delayed train came in at the station and Joe Kane started to go nonchalantly out at the door.Father made a last desperate effort to conquer the egg and make it do the thing that would establish his reputation as one who knew how to entertain guests who came into his restaurant.He worried the egg.He attempted to be somewhat rough with it.He swore and the sweat stood out on his forehead.The egg broke under his hand.When the contents spurted over his clothes,Joe Kane,who had stopped at the door,turned and laughed.
A roar of anger rose from my father's throat.He danced and shouted a string of inarticulate words.Grabbing another egg from the basket on the counter,he threw it,just missing the head of the young man as he dodged through the door and escaped.
