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Waifs and Strays
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AftercarefullystudyingthefieldofopportunitiesopentocapitalhehadsoldhislittlepropertythereforeighthundreddollarsandinvesteditinoneoftheenterprisesopenedupbythebookinOkochee。

"MightIinquire,sir,"saidMr。Bloom,"inwhatparticularlineofbusinessyouinsertedyourcoin?IknowthattownaswellasIknowtheregulationsforillegaluseofthemails。Imightgiveyouahunchastowhetheryoucanmakethegamegoornot。"

J。Pinkney,somehow,hadakindlyfeelingtowardtheseunsophisticatedrepresentativesofby—gonedays。Theyweresosimple,impractical,andunsuspecting。HewasgladthathehappenednottohaveagoldbrickorablockofthatwesternBadBoySilverMinestockalongwithhim。Hewouldhavedislikedtounloadonpeoplehelikedsowellashedidthese;buttherearesometemptationstoeenticingtoberesisted。

"No,sir,"saidColonelBlaylock。pausingtoarrangethequeen’swrap。

"IdidnotinvestinOkochee。Ihavemadeanexhaustivestudyofbusinessconditions,andIregardoldsettledtownsasunfavorablefieldsinwhichtoplacecapitalthatislimitedinamount。Somemonthsago,throughthekindnessofafriend,therecameintomyhandsamapanddescriptionofthisnewtownofSkylandthathasbeenbuiltuponthelake。Thedescriptionwassopleasing,thefutureofthetownsetforthinsuchconvincingarguments,anditsincreasingprosperityportrayedinsuchanattractivestylethatIdecidedtotakeadvantageoftheopportunityitoffered。I

carefullyselectedalotinthecentreofthebusinessdistrict,althoughitspricewasthehighestintheschedule——fivehundreddollars——andmadethepurchaseatonce。"

"Areyoutheman——Imean,didyoupayfivehundreddollarsforalotinSkyland"askedJ。PinkneyBloom。

"Idid,sir,"answeredtheColonel,withtheairofamodestmillionaireexplaininghissuccess;"alotmostexcellentlysituatedonthesamesquarewiththeoperahouse,andonlytwosquaresfromtheboardoftrade。Iconsiderthepurchaseamostfortuitousone。

Itismyintentiontoerectasmallbuildinguponitatonce,andopenamodestbookandstationerystore。DuringpastyearsIhavemetwithmanypecuniaryreverses,andInowfinditnecessarytoengageinsomecommercialoccupationthatwillfurnishmewithalivelihood。Thebookandstationerybusiness,thoughanhumbleone,seemstomenotinaptnoraltogetheruncongenial。IamagraduateoftheUniversityofVirginia;andMrs。Blaylock’sreallywonderfulacquaintancewithbelles—lettresandpoeticliteratureshouldgofartowardinsuringsuccess。Ofcourse,Mrs。Blaylockwouldnotpersonallyservebehindthecounter。WiththenearlythreehundreddollarsIhaveremainingIcanmanagethebuildingofahouse,bygivingalienonthelot。IhaveanoldfriendinAtlantawhoisapartnerinalargebookstore,andhehasagreedtofurnishmewithastockofgoodsoncredit,onextremelyeasyterms。Iampleasedtohope,sir,thatMrs。Blaylock’shealthandhappinesswillbeincreasedbythechangeoflocality。AlreadyIfancyIcanperceivethereturnofthoserosesthatwereoncethehopeanddespairofGeorgiacavaliers。"

Againfollowedthatwonderfulbow,astheColonellightlytouchedthepalecheekofthepoetess。Mrs。Blaylock,blushinglikeagirl,shookhercurlandgavetheColonelanarch,reprovingtap。Secretofeternalyouth——whereartthou?Everysecondtheanswercomes——"Here,here,here。"Listentothineownheartbeats,0wearyseekerafterexternalmiracles。

"Thoseyears,"saidMrs。Blaylock,"inHollySpringswerelong,long,long。Butnowisthepromisedlandinsight。Skyland!——alovelyname。"

"Doubtless,"saidtheColonel,"weshallbeabletosecurecomfortableaccommodationsatsomemodesthotelatreasonablerates。OurtrunksareinOkochee,tobeforwardedwhenweshallhavemadepermanentarrangements。"

J。PinkneyBloomexcusedhimself,wentforward,andstoodbythecaptainatthewheel。

"Mac,"saidhe,"doyouremembermytellingyouoncethatIsoldoneofthosefive—hundred—dollarlotsinSkyland?"

"SeemsIdo,"grinnedCaptainMacFarland。

"I’mnotacoward,asageneralrule,"wentonthepromoter,"butIalwayssaidthatifIevermetthesuckerthatboughtthatlotI’drunlikeaturkey。Now,youseethatoldbabe—in—the—woodoverthere?Well,he’stheboythatdrewtheprize。Thatwastheonlyfive—hundred—dollarlotthatwent。Therestrangedfromtendollarstotwohundred。Hiswifewritespoetry。She’sinventedoneaboutthehighgroundsofGeorgia,that’swayupinG。They’regoingtoSkylandtoopenabookstore。"

"Well,"saidMacFarland,withanothergrin,"it’sagoodthingyouarealong,J。P。;youcanshow’emaroundtownuntiltheybegintofeelathome。"

"He’sgotthreehundreddollarslefttobuildahouseandstorewith,"wentonJ。Pinkney,asifheweretalkingtohimself。"Andhethinksthere’sanopenhouseupthere。"

CaptainMacFarlandreleasedthewheellongenoughtogivehislegaroguishslap。

"Youoldfatrascal!"hechuckled,withawink。

"Mac,you’reafool,"saidJ。PinkneyBloom,coldly。HewentbackandjoinedtheBlaylocks,wherehesat,lesstalkative,withthatstraightfurrowbetweenhisbrowsthatalwaysstoodasasignalofschemesbeingshapedwithin。

"There’sagoodmanyswindlesconnectedwiththesebooms,"hesaidpresently。"WhatifthisSkylandshouldturnouttobeone——thatis,supposebusinessshouldbesortofdullthere,andnospecialsaleforbooks?"

"Mydearsir,"saidColonelBlaylock,restinghishanduponthebackofhiswife’schair,"threetimesIhavebeenreducedtoalmostpenurybytheduplicityofothers,butIhavenotyetlostfaithinhumanity。

IfIhavebeendeceivedagain,stillwemaygleanhealthandcontent,ifnotworldlyprofit。Iamawarethattherearedishonestschemersintheworldwhosettrapsfortheunwary,buteventheyarenotaltogetherbad。Mydear,canyourecallthoseversesentitled’HeGiveththeIncrease,’thatyoucomposedforthechoirofourchurchinHollySprings?"

"Thatwasfouryearsago,"saidMrs。Blaylock;"perhansIcanrepeataverseortwo。

"Thelilyspringsfromtherottingmould;

Pearlsfromthedeepseaslime;

GoodwillcomeoutofNazarethAllinGod’sowntime。

"TothehardestheartthesofteninggraceCometh,atlast,tobless;

GuidingitrighttohelpandcheerAndsuccorindistress。

"Icannotremembertherest。Thelineswerenotambitious。Theywerewrittentothemusiccomposedbyadearfriend。"

"It’safinerhyme,justthesame,"declaredMr。Bloom。"Itseemstoringthebell,allright。IguessIgatherthesenseofit。Itmeansthattherankestkindofaphonywillgiveyouthebestendofitonceinawhile。"

Mr。Bloomstrayedthoughtfullybacktothecaptain,andstoodmeditating。

"OughttobeinsightofthespiresandgildeddomesofSkylandnowinafewminutes,"chirrupedMacFarland,shakingwithenjoyment。

"Gotothedevil,"saidMr。Bloom,stillpensive。

Andnow,upontheleftbank,theycaughtaglimpseofawhitevillage,highuponthehills,smotheredamonggreentrees。ThatwasColdBranch——noboomtown,buttheslowgrowthofmanyyears。ColdBranchlayontheedgeofthegrapeandcornlands。Thebigcountryroadranjustbackoftheheights。ColdBranchhadnothingincommonwiththefriskyambitionofOkocheewithitsimpertinentlake。

"Mac,"saidJ。Pinkneysuddenly,"IwantyoutostopatColdBranch。

There’salandingtherethattheymadetousesometimeswhentheriverwasup。"

"Can’t,"saidthecaptain,grinningmorebroadly。"I’vegottheUnitedStatesmailsonboard。Rightto—daythisboat’sinthegovernmentservice。DoyouwanttohavethepooroldcaptainkeelhauledbyUncleSam?AndthegreatcityofSkyland,alldisconsolate,waitingforitsmail?I’mashamedofyourextravagance,J。P。"

"Mac,"almostwhisperedJ。Pinkney,inhisdanger—linevoice,"I

lookedintotheengineroomofthe~DixieBelle~awhileago。Don’tyouknowofsomebodythatneedsanewboiler?CementandblackJapancan’thideflawsfromme。Andthen,thosesharesofbuildingandloanthatyoutradedforrepairs——theywereallyours,ofcourse。Ihatetomentionthesethings,but——"

"Oh,comenow,J。P。,"saidthecaptain。"YouknowIwasjustfooling。I’llputyouoffatColdBranch,ifyousayso。"

"Theotherpassengersgetoffthere,too,"saidMr。Bloom。

Furtherconversationwasheld,andintenminutesthe~DixieBelle~

turnedhernosetowardalittle,crankywoodenpierontheleftbank,andthecaptain,relinquishingthewheeltoaroustabout,cametothepassengerdeckandmadetheremarkableannouncement:"AlloutforSkyland。"

TheBlaylocksandJ。PinkneyBloomdisembarked,andthe~DixieBelle~

proceededonherwayupthelake。Guidedbytheindefatigablepromoter,theyslowlyclimbedthesteephillside,pausingoftentorestandadmiretheview。FinallytheyenteredthevillageofColdBranch。WarmlyboththeColonelandhiswifepraiseditforitshomelikeandpeacefulbeauty。Mr。Bloomconductedthemtoatwo—storybuildingonashadystreetthatborethelegend,"Pine—topInn。"Herehetookhisleave,receivingthecordialthanksofthetwoforhisattentions,theColonelremarkingthathethoughttheywouldspendtheremainderofthedayinrest,andtakealookathispurchaseonthemorrow。

J。PinkneyBloomwalkeddownColdBranch’smainstreet。Hedidnotknowthistown,butheknewtowns,andhisfeetdidnotfalter。

Presentlyhesawasignoveradoor:"FrankE。Cooly,Attorney—at—LawandNotaryPublic。"AyoungmanwasMr。Cooly,andawaitingbusiness。

"Getyourhat,son,"saidMr。Bloom,inhisbreezyway,"andablankdeed,andcomealong。It’sajobforyou。"

"Now,"hecontinued,whenMr。Coolyhadrespondedwithalacrity,"isthereabookstoreintown?"

"One,"saidthelawyer。"HenryWilliams’s。"

"Getthere,"saidMr。Bloom。"We’regoingtobuyit。"

HenryWilliamswasbehindhiscounter。Hisstorewasasmallone,containingamixtureofbooks,stationery,andfancyrubbish。

AdjoiningitwasHenry’shome——adecentcottage,vine—emboweredandcosy。Henrywaslankandsoporific,andnotinclinedtorushhisbusiness。

"Iwanttobuyyourhouseandstore,"saidMr。Bloom。"Ihaven’tgottimetodicker——nameyourprice。"

"It’swortheighthundred,"saidHenry,toomuchdazedtoaskmorethanitsvalue。

"Shutthatdoor,"saidMr。Bloomtothelawyer。Thenhetoreoffhiscoatandvest,andbegantounbuttonhisshirt。

"Wanterfightaboutit,doyer?"saidHenryWilliams,jumpingupandcrackinghisheelstogethertwice。"Allright,hunky——sailinandcutyercapers。"

"Keepyourclotheson,"saidMr。Bloom。"I’monlygoingdowntothebank。"

Hedreweightone—hundred—dollarbillsfromhismoneybeltandplankedthemdownonthecounter。Mr。Coolyshowedsignsoffuturepromise,forhealreadyhadthedeedspreadout,andwasreachingacrossthecounterfortheinkbottle。NeverbeforeorsincewassuchquickactionhadinColdBranch。

"Yourname,please?"askedthelawyer。

"MakeitouttoPeytonBlaylock,"saidMr。Bloom。"Godknowshowtospellit。"

WithinthirtyminutesHenryWilliamswasoutofbusiness,andMr。

BloomstoodonthebricksidewalkwithMr。Cooly,whoheldinhishandthesignedandattesteddeed。

"You’llfindthepartyatthePinetopInn,"saidJ。PinkneyBloom。

"Getitrecorded,andtakeitdownandgiveittohim。He’llaskyouahell’smintofquestions;sohere’stendollarsforthetroubleyou’llhaveinnotbeingabletoanswer’em。Neverrunmuchtopoetry,didyou,youngman?"

"Well,"saidthereallytalentedCooly,whoevenyetretainedhisrightmind,"nowandthen。"

"Digintoit,"saidMr。Bloom,"it’llpayyou。Neverheardapoem,now,thatrunsomethinglikethis,didyou?——

AgoodthingoutofNazarethComesupsometimes,Iguess,Onhand,allright,tohelpandcheerAsuckerindistress。"

"Ibelievenot,"saidMr。Cooly。

"It’sahymn,"saidJ。PinkneyBloom。"Now,showmethewaytoaliverystable,son,forI’mgoingtohitthedirtroadbacktoOkochee。"

CONFESSIONSOFAHUMORIST

Therewasapainlessstageofincubationthatlastedtwenty—fiveyears,andthenitbrokeoutonme,andpeoplesaidIwasIt。

Buttheycalledithumorinsteadofmeasles。

Theemployeesinthestoreboughtasilverinkstandfortheseniorpartneronhisfiftiethbirthday。Wecrowdedintohisprivateofficetopresentit。Ihadbeenselectedforspokesman,andImadealittlespeechthatIhadbeenpreparingforaweek。

Itmadeahit。Itwasfullofpunsandepigramsandfunnytwiststhatbroughtdownthehouse——whichwasaverysolidoneinthewholesalehardwareline。OldMarlowehimselfactuallygrinned,andtheemployeestooktheircueandroared。

Myreputationasahumoristdatesfromhalf—pastnineo’clockonthatmorning。Forweeksafterwardmyfellowclerksfannedtheflameofmyself—esteem。Onebyonetheycametome,sayingwhatanawfullycleverspeechthatwas,oldman,andcarefullyexplainedtomethepointofeachoneofmyjokes。

GraduallyIfoundthatIwasexpectedtokeepitup。Othersmightspeaksanelyonbusinessmattersandtheday’stopics,butfrommesomethinggamesomeandairywasrequired。

Iwasexpectedtocrackjokesaboutthecrockeryandlightenupthegranitewarewithpersiflage。Iwassecondbookkeeper,andifI

failedtoshowupabalancesheetwithoutsomethingcomicaboutthefootingsorcouldfindnocauseforlaughterinaninvoiceofplows,theotherclerksweredisappointed。Bydegreesmyfamespread,andIbecamealocal"character。"Ourtownwassmallenoughtomakethispossible。Thedailynewspaperquotedme。AtsocialgatheringsIwasindispensable。

IbelieveIdidpossessconsiderablewitandafacilityforquickandspontaneousrepartee。ThisgiftIcultivatedandimprovedbypractice。Andthenatureofitwaskindlyandgenial,notrunningtosarcasmoroffendingothers。Peoplebegantosmilewhentheysawmecoming,andbythetimewehadmetIgenerallyhadthewordreadytobroadenthesmileintoalaugh。

Ihadmarriedearly。Wehadacharmingboyofthreeandagirloffive。Naturally,welivedinavine—coveredcottage,andwerehappy。

Mysalaryasbookkeeperinthehardwareconcernkeptatadistancethoseillsattendantuponsuperfluouswealth。

AtsundrytimesIhadwrittenoutafewjokesandconceitsthatI

consideredpeculiarlyhappy,andhadsentthemtocertainperiodicalsthatprintsuchthings。Allofthemhadbeeninstantlyaccepted。

Severaloftheeditorshadwrittentorequestfurthercontributions。

OnedayIreceivedaletterfromtheeditorofafamousweeklypublication。HesuggestedthatIsubmittohimahumorouscompositiontofillacolumnofspace;hintingthathewouldmakeitaregularfeatureofeachissueiftheworkprovedsatisfactory。Ididso,andattheendoftwoweeksheofferedtomakeacontractwithmeforayearatafigurethatwasconsiderablyhigherthantheamountpaidmebythehardwarefirm。

Iwasfilledwithdelight。Mywifealreadycrownedmeinhermindwiththeimperishableevergreensofliterarysuccess。Wehadlobstercroquettesandabottleofblackberrywineforsupperthatnight。

Herewasthechancetoliberatemyselffromdrudgery。ItalkedoverthematterveryseriouslywithLouisa。WeagreedthatImustresignmyplaceatthestoreanddevotemyselftohumor。

Iresigned。Myfellowclerksgavemeafarewellbanquet。ThespeechImadetherecoruscated。ItwasprintedinfullbytheGazette。ThenextmorningIawokeandlookedattheclock。

"Late,byGeorge!"Iexclaimed,andgrabbedformyclothes。LouisaremindedmethatIwasnolongeraslavetohardwareandcontractors’

supplies。Iwasnowaprofessionalhumorist。

Afterbreakfastsheproudlyledmetothelittleroomoffthekitchen。

Deargirl!Therewasmytableandchair,writingpad,ink,andpipetray。Andalltheauthor’strappings——thecelerystandfulloffreshrosesandhoneysuckle,lastyear’scalendaronthewall,thedictionary,andalittlebagofchocolatestonibblebetweeninspirations。Deargirl!

Isatmetowork。Thewallpaperispatternedwitharabesquesorodalisksor——perhaps——itistrapezoids。UpononeofthefiguresI

fixedmyeyes。Ibethoughtmeofhumor。

Avoicestartledme——Louisa’svoice。

"Ifyouaren’ttoobusy,dear,"itsaid,"cometodinner。"

Ilookedatmywatch。Yes,fivehourshadbeengatheredinbythegrimscytheman。Iwenttodinner。

"Youmustn’tworktoohardatfirst,"saidLouisa。"Goethe——orwasitNapoleon?——saidfivehoursadayisenoughformentallabor。Couldn’tyoutakemeandthechildrentothewoodsthisafternoon?"

"Iamalittletired,"Iadmitted。Sowewenttothewoods。

ButIsoongottheswingofit。WithinamonthIwasturningoutcopyasregularasshipmentsofhardware。

AndIhadsuccess。Mycolumnintheweeklymadesomestir,andIwasreferredtoinagossipywaybythecriticsassomethingfreshinthelineofhumorists。Iaugmentedmyincomeconsiderablybycontributingtootherpublications。

Ipickedupthetricksofthetrade。Icouldtakeafunnyideaandmakeatwo—linejokeofit,earningadollar。Withfalsewhiskerson,itwouldserveupcoldasaquatrain,doublingitsproducingvalue。Byturningtheskirtandaddingaruffleofrhymeyouwouldhardlyrecognizeitas~versdesociete~withneatlyshodfeetandafashion—plateillustration。

Ibegantosaveupmoney,andwehadnewcarpets,andaparlororgan。

MytownspeoplebegantolookuponmeasacitizenofsomeconsequenceinsteadofthemerrytrifierIhadbeenwhenIclerkedinthehardwarestore。

Afterfiveorsixmonthsthespontanietyseemedtodepartfrommyhumor。Quipsanddrollsayingsnolongerfellcarelesslyfrommylips。Iwassometimeshardrunformaterial。Ifoundmyselflisteningtocatchavailableideasfromtheconversationofmyfriends。SometimesIchewedmypencilandgazedatthewallpaperforhourstryingtobuildupsomegaylittlebubbleofunstudiedfun。

AndthenIbecameaharpy,aMoloch,aJonah,avampire,tomyacquaintances。Anxious,haggard,greedy,Istoodamongthemlikeaveritablekilljoy。Letabrightsaying,awittycomparison,apiquantphrasefallfromtheirlipsandIwasafteritlikeahoundspringinguponabone。Idarednottrustmymemory;but,turningasideguiltilyandmeanly,Iwouldmakeanoteofitinmyever—presentmemorandumbookoruponmycuffformyownfutureuse。

Myfriendsregardedmeinsorrowandwonder。Iwasnotthesameman。

WhereonceIhadfurnishedthementertainmentandjollity,Inowpreyeduponthem。Nojestsfrommeeverbidfortheirsmilesnow。

Theyweretooprecious。Icouldnotaffordtodispensegratuitouslythemeansofmylivelihood。

Iwasalugubriousfoxpraisingthesingingofmyfriends,thecrow’s,thattheymightdropfromtheirbeaksthemorselsofwitthatI

coveted。

Nearlyeveryonebegantoavoidme。Ievenforgothowtosmile,notevenpayingthatmuchforthesayingsIappropriated。

Nopersons,places,times,orsubjectswereexemptfrommyplunderinginsearchofmaterial。Eveninchurchmydemoralizedfancywenthuntingamongthesolemnaislesandpillarsforspoil。

Didtheministergiveoutthelong—meterdoxology,atonceIbegan:

"Doxology——sockdology——sockdolager——meter——meether。"

Thesermonranthroughmymentalsieve,itspreceptsfilteringunheeded,couldIbutgleanasuggestionofapunora~bonmot~。

ThesolemnestanthemsofthechoirwerebutanaccompanimenttomythoughtsasIconceivednewchangestoringupontheancientcomicalitiesconcerningthejealousiesofsoprano,tenor,andbasso。

Myownhomebecameahuntingground。Mywifeisasingularlyfemininecreature,candid,sympathetic,andimpulsive。Onceherconversationwasmydelight,andherideasasourceofunfailingpleasure。NowI

workedher。Shewasagoldmineofthoseamusingbutlovableinconsistenciesthatdistinguishthefemalemind。

Ibegantomarketthosepearlsofunwisdomandhumorthatshouldhaveenrichedonlythesacredprecinctsofhome。WithdevilishcunningI

encouragedhertotalk。Unsuspecting,shelaidherheartbare。Uponthecold,conspicuous,common,printedpageIofferedittothepublicgaze。

AliteraryJudas,Ikissedherandbetrayedher。ForpiecesofsilverIdressedhersweetconfidencesinthepantalettesandfrillsoffollyandmadethemdanceinthemarketplace。

DearLouisa!OfnightsIhavebentoverhercruelasawolfaboveatenderlamb,hearkeningeventohersoftwordsmurmuredinsleep,hopingtocatchanideaformynextday’sgrind。Thereisworsetocome。

Godhelpme!Nextmyfangswereburieddeepintheneckofthefugitivesayingsofmylittlechildren。

GuyandViolaweretwobrightfountainsofchildish,quaintthoughtsandspeeches。Ifoundareadysaleforthiskindofhumor,andwasfurnishingaregulardepartmentinamagazinewith"FunnyFanciesofChildhood。"IbegantostalkthemasanIndianstalkstheantelope。

Iwouldhidebehindsofasanddoors,orcrawlonmyhandsandkneesamongthebushesintheyardtoeavesdropwhiletheywereatplay。

Ihadallthequalitiesofaharpyexceptremorse。

Once,whenIwasbarrenofideas,andmycopymustleaveinthenextmail,Icoveredmyselfinapileofautumnleavesintheyard,whereIknewtheyintendedtocometoplay。IcannotbringmyselftobelievethatGuywasawareofmyhidingplace,butevenifhewas,Iwouldbeloathtoblamehimforhissettingfiretotheleaves,causingthedestructionofmynewsuitofclothes,andnearlycrematingaparent。

Soonmyownchildrenbegantoshunmeasapest。Often,whenIwascreepinguponthemlikeamelancholyghoul,Iwouldhearthemsaytoeachother:"Herecomespapa,"andtheywouldgathertheirtoysandscurryawaytosomesaferhidingplace。MiserablewretchthatIwas!

AndyetIwasdoingwellfinancially。BeforethefirstyearhadpassedIhadsavedathousanddollars,andwehadlivedincomfort。

Butatwhatacost!Iamnotquiteclearastowhatapariahis,butIwaseverythingthatitsoundslike。Ihadnofriends,noamusements,noenjoymentoflife。Thehappinessofmyfamilyhadbeensacrificed。Iwasabee,suckingsordidhoneyfromlife’sfairestflowers,dreadedandshunnedonaccountofmystingo。

Onedayamanspoketome,withapleasantandfriendlysmile。Notinmonthshadthethinghappened。IwaspassingtheundertakingestablishmentofPeterHeffelbower。Peterstoodinthedoorandsalutedme。Istopped,strangelywrunginmyheartbyhisgreeting。

Heaskedmeinside。

Thedaywaschillandrainy。Wewentintothebackroom,whereafireburned,inalittlestove。Acustomercame,andPeterleftmealoneforawhile。PresentlyIfeltanewfeelingstealingoverme——asenseofbeautifulcalmandcontent,Ilookedaroundtheplace。

Therewererowsofshiningrosewoodcaskets,blackpalls,trestles,hearseplumes,mourningstreamers,andalltheparaphernaliaofthesolemntrade。Herewaspeace,order,silence,theabodeofgraveanddignifiedreflections。Here,onthebrinkoflife,wasalittlenichepervadedbythespiritofeternalrest。

WhenIenteredit,thefolliesoftheworldabandonedmeatthedoor。

Ifeltnoinclinationtowrestahumorousideafromthosesombreandstatelytrappings。Mymindseemedtostretchitselftogratefulreposeuponacouchdrapedwithgentlethoughts。

AquarterofanhouragoIwasanabandonedhumorist。NowIwasaphilosopher,fullofserenityandease。Ihadfoundarefugefromhumor,fromthehotchaseoftheshyquip,fromthedegradingpursuitofthepantingjoke,fromtherestlessreachafterthenimblerepartee。

IhadnotknownHeffelbowerwell。Whenhecameback,Ilethimtalk,fearfulthathemightprovetobeajarringnoteinthesweet,dirgelikeharmonyofhisestablishment。

But,no。Hechimedtruly。Igavealongsighofhappiness。NeverhaveIknownaman’stalktobeasmagnificentlydullasPeter’swas。

ComparedwithittheDeadSeaisageyser。Neverasparkleoraglimmerofwitmarredhiswords。Commonplacesastriteandasplentifulasblackberriesflowedfromhislipsnomorestirringinqualitythanalastweek’staperunningfromaticker。Quakingalittle,Itrieduponhimoneofmybestpointedjokes。Itfellbackineffectual,withthepointbroken。Ilovedthatmanfromthenon。

TwoorthreeeveningseachweekIwouldstealdowntoHeffelbower’sandrevelinhisbackroom。Thatwasmyonlyjoy。Ibegantoriseearlyandhurrythroughmywork,thatImightspendmoretimeinmyhaven。InnootherplacecouldIthrowoffmyhabitofextractinghumorousideasfrommysurroundings。Peter’stalkleftmenoopeninghadIbesiegediteversohard。

UnderthisinfluenceIbegantoimproveinspirits。Itwastherecreationfromone’slaborwhicheverymanneeds。IsurprisedoneortwoofmyformerfriendsbythrowingthemasmileandacheerywordasIpassedthemonthestreets。SeveraltimesIdumfoundedmyfamilybyrelaxinglongenoughtomakeajocoseremarkintheirpresence。

IhadsolongbeenriddenbytheincubusofhumorthatIseizedmyhoursofholidaywithaschoolboy’szest。

Mvworkbegantosuffer。Itwasnotthepainandburdentomethatithadbeen。Ioftenwhistledatmydesk,andwrotewithfarmorefluencythanbefore。Iaccomplishedmytasksimpatiently,asanxioustobeofftomyhelpfulretreatasadrunkardistogettohistavern。

MywifehadsomeanxioushoursinconjecturingwhereIspentmyafternoons。Ithoughtitbestnottotellher;womendonotunderstandthesethings。Poorgirl!——shehadoneshockoutofit。

OnedayIbroughthomeasilvercoffinhandleforapaperweightandafine,fluffyhearseplumetodustmypaperswith。

Ilovedtoseethemonmydesk,andthinkofthebelovedbackroomdownatHeffelbower’s。ButLouisafoundthem,andsheshriekedwithhorror。Ihadtoconsoleherwithsomelameexcuseforhavingthem,butIsawinhereyesthattheprejudicewasnotremoved。Ihadtoremovethearticles,though,atdouble—quicktime。

OnedayPeterHeffelbowerlaidbeforemeatemptationthatsweptmeoffmyfeet。Inhissensible,uninspiredwayheshowedmehisbooks,andexplainedthathisprofitsandhisbusinesswereincreasingrapidly。Hehadthoughtoftakinginapartnerwithsomecash。Hewouldratherhavemethananyoneheknew。WhenIlefthisplacethatafternoonPeterhadmycheckforthethousanddollarsIhadinthebank,andIwasapartnerinhisundertakingbusiness。

Iwenthomewithfeelingsofdeliriousjoy,mingledwithacertainamountofdoubt。Iwasdreadingtotellmywifeaboutit。ButI

walkedonair。Togiveupthewritingofhumorousstuff,oncemoretoenjoytheapplesoflife,insteadofsqueezingthemtoapulpforafewdropsofhardcidertomakethepubicfeelfunny——whataboonthatwouldbe!

AtthesuppertableLouisahandedmesomelettersthathadcomeduringmyabsence。Severalofthemcontainedrejectedmanuscript。EversinceIfirstbegangoingtoHeffelbower’smystuffhadbeencomingbackwithalarmingfrequency。LatelyIhadbeendashingoffmyjokesandarticleswiththegreatestfluency。PreviouslyIhadlaboredlikeabricklayer,slowlyandwithagony。

PresentlyIopenedaletterfromtheeditoroftheweeklywithwhichI

hadaregularcontract。Thechecksforthatweeklyarticlewerestillourmaindependence。Theletterranthus:

DEARSIR:

Asyouareaware,ourcontractfortheyearexpireswiththepresentmonth。Whileregrettingthenecessityforsodoing,wemustsaythatwedonotcaretorenewsameforthecomingyear。Wewerequitepleasedwithyourstyleofhumor,whichseemstohavedelightedquitealargeproportionofourreaders。Butforthepasttwomonthswehavenoticedadecidedfallingoffinitsquality。Yourearlierworkshowedaspontaneous,easy,naturalflowoffunandwit。Oflateitislabored,studied,andunconvincing,givingpainfulevidenceofhardtoilanddrudgingmechanism。

Againregrettingthatwedonotconsideryourcontributionsavailableanylonger,weare,yourssincerely,THEEDITOR。

Ihandedthislettertomywife。Aftershehadreaditherfacegrewextremelylong,andthereweretearsinhereyes。

"Themeanoldthing!"sheexclaimedindignantly。"I’msureyourpiecesarejustasgoodastheyeverwere。Anditdoesn’ttakeyouhalfaslongtowritethemasitdid。"Andthen,Isuppose,Louisathoughtofthechecksthatwouldceasecoming。"Oh,John,"shewailed,"whatwillyoudonow?"

ForananswerIgotupandbegantodoapolkasteparoundthesuppertable。IamsureLouisathoughtthetroublehaddrivenmemad;andIthinkthechildrenhopedithad,fortheytoreafterme,yellingwithgleeandemulatingmysteps。Iwasnowsomethingliketheiroldplaymateasofyore。

"Thetheatreforusto—night!"Ishouted;"nothingless。Andalate,wild,disreputablesupperforallofusatthePalaceRestaurant。

Lumpty—diddle—de—dee—de—dum!"

AndthenIexplainedmygleebydeclaringthatIwasnowapartnerinaprosperousundertakingestablishment,andthatwrittenjokesmightgohidetheirheadsinsackclothandashesforallme。

Withtheeditor’sletterinherhandtojustifythedeedIhaddone,mywifecouldadvancenoobjectionssaveafewmildonesbasedonthefeminineinabilitytoappreciateagoodthingsuchasthelittlebackroomofPeterHef——no,ofHeffelbower&Co’s。undertakingestablishment。

Inconclusion,Iwillsaythatto—dayyouwillfindnomaninourtownaswellliked,asjovial,andfullofmerrysayingsasI。Myjokesareagainnoisedaboutandquoted;oncemoreItakepleasureinmywife’sconfidentialchatterwithoutamercenarythought,whileGuyandViolaplayatmyfeetdistributinggemsofchildishhumorwithoutfearoftheghastlytormentorwhousedtodogtheirsteps,notebookinhand。

Ourbusinesshasprosperedfinely。Ikeepthebooksandlookaftertheshop,whilePeterattendstooutsidematters。HesaysthatmylevityandhighspiritswouldsimplyturnanyfuneralintoaregularIrishwake。

THESPARROWSINMADISONSQUARE

TheyoungmaninstraitenedcircumstanceswhocomestoNewYorkCitytoenterliteraturehasbutonethingtodo,providedhehasstudiedcarefullyhisfieldinadvance。HemustgostraighttoMadisonSquare,writeanarticleaboutthesparrowsthere,andsellittothe~Sun~for$15。

Icannotrecalleitheranovelorastorydealingwiththepopularthemeoftheyoungwriterfromtheprovinceswhocomestothemetropolistowinfameandfortunewithhispeninwhichtheherodoesnotgethisstartthatway。Itdoesseemstrangethatsomeauthor,incastingaboutforstartlinglyoriginalplots,hasnothitupontheideaofhavinghisherowriteaboutthebluebirdsinUnionSquareandsellittothe~Herald~。ButasearchthroughthefilesofmetropolitanfictioncountsupoverwhelminglyforthesparrowsandtheoldGardenSquare,andthe~Sun~alwayswritesthecheck。

Ofcourseitiseasytounderstandwhythisfirstcityventureofthebuddingauthorisalwayssuccessful。Heisprimedbynecessitytoasuperlativeeffort;midtheironandstoneandmarbleoftheroaringcityhehasfoundthisspotofsingingbirdsandgreengrassandtrees;everytendersentimentinhisnatureisbafflingwiththesweetpainofhomesickness;hisgeniusisarousedasitnevermaybeagain;

thebirdschirp,thetreebranchessway,thenoiseofwheelsisforgotten;hewriteswithhissoulinhispen——andhesellsittothe~Sun~for$15。

IhadreadofthiscustomduringmanyyearsbeforeIcametoNewYork。

Whenmyfriendswereusingtheirstrongestargumentstodissuademefromcoming,Ionlysmiledserenely。TheydidnotknowofthatsparrowgraftIhadupmysleeve。

WhenIarrivedinNewYork,andthecartookmestraightfromtheferryupTwenty—thirdStreettoMadisonSquare,Icouldhearthat$15checkrustlinginmyinsidepocket。

Iobtainedlodgingatanunhyphenatedhostelry,andthenextmorningIwasonabenchinMadisonSquarealmostbythetimethesparrowswereawake。Theirmelodiouschirping,thebenignantspringfoliageofthenobletreesandtheclean,fragrantgrassremindedmesopotentlyoftheoldfarmIhadleftthattearsalmostcameintomyeyes。

Then,allinamoment,Ifeltmyinspiration。Thebrave,piercingnotesofthosecheerfulsmallbirdsformedakeynotetoawonderful,light,fancifulsongofhopeandjoyandaltruism。Likemyself,theywerecreatureswithheartspitchedtothetuneofwoodsandfields;

asIwas,soweretheycaptivesbycircumstanceinthediscordant,dullcity——yetwithhowmuchgraceandgleetheyboretherestraint!

Andthentheearlymorningpeoplebegantopassthroughthesquaretotheirwork——sullenpeople,withsidelongglancesandglumfaces,hurrying,hurrying,hurrying。AndIgotmythemecutoutclearfromthebirdnotes,andwroughtitintoalesson,andapoem,andacarnivaldance,andalullaby;andthentranslateditallintoproseandbegantowrite。

Fortwohoursmypenciltraveledovermypadwithscarcelyarest。

ThenIwenttothelittleroomIhadrentedfortwodays,andthereIcutittohalf,andthenmailedit,white—hot,tothe~Sun~。

ThenextmorningIwasupbydaylightandspenttwocentsofmycapitalforapaper。Iftheword"sparrow"wasinitIwasunabletofindit。Itookituptomyroomandspreaditoutonthebedandwentoverit,columnbycolumn。Somethingwaswrong。

ThreehoursafterwardthepostmanbroughtmealargeenvelopecontainingmyMS。andapieceofinexpensivepaper,about3inchesby4——Isupposesomeofyouhaveseenthem——uponwhichwaswritteninvioletink,"Withthe~Sun’s~thanks。"

Iwentovertothesquareandsatuponabench。No;Ididnotthinkitnecessarytoeatanybreakfastthatmorning。Theconfoundedpestsofsparrowsweremakingthesquarehideouswiththeiridiotic"cheep,cheep。"Ineversawbirdssopersistentlynoisy,impudent,anddisagreeableinallmylife。

Bythistime,accordingtoalltraditions,Ishouldhavebeenstandingintheofficeoftheeditorofthe~Sun~。Thatpersonage——atall,grave,white—hairedman——wouldstrikeasilverbellashegraspedmyhandandwipedasuspiciousmoisturefromhisglasses。

"Mr。McChesney,"hewouldbesayingwhenasubordinateappeared,"thisisMr。Henry,theyoungmanwhosentinthatexquisitegemaboutthesparrowsinMadisonSquare。Youmaygivehimadeskatonce。Yoursalary,sir,willbe$80aweek,tobeginwith。"

ThiswaswhatIhadbeenledtoexpectbyallwriterswhohaveevolvedromancesofliteraryNewYork。

Somethingwasdecidedlywrongwithtradition。Icouldnotassumetheblame,soIfixedituponthesparrows。Ibegantohatethemwithintensityandheat。

Atthatmomentanindividualwearinganexcessofwhiskers,twohats,andapestilentialairslidintotheseatbesideme。

"Say,Willie,"hemutteredcajolingly,"couldyoucoughupadimeoutofyourcoffersforacupofcoffeethismorning?"

"I’mlung—weary,myfriend,"saidI。"ThebestIcandoisthreecents。"

"Andyoulooklikeagentleman,too,"saidhe。"Whatbrungyoudown?——boozer?"

"Birds,"Isaidfiercely。"Thebrown—throatedsongsterscarollingsongsofhopeandcheertowearymantoilingamidthecity’sdustanddin。Thelittlefeatheredcouriersfromthemeadowsandwoodschirpingsweetlytousofblueskiesandfloweringfields。Theconfoundedlittlesquint—eyednuisancesyawpinglikeaflockofsteampianos,andstuffingthemselveslikealdermenwithgrassseedsandbugs,whileamansitsonabenchandgoeswithouthisbreakfast。

Yes,sir,birds!lookatthem!"

AsIspokeIpickedupadeadtreebranchthatlaybythebench,andhurleditwithallmyforceintoaclosecongregationofthesparrowsonthegrass。Theflockflewtothetreeswithababelofshrillcries;buttwoofthemremainedprostrateupontheturf。

Inamomentmyunsavoryfriendhadleapedovertherowofbenchesandsecuredtheflutteringvictims,whichhethrusthurriedlyintohispockets。Thenhebeckonedmewithadirtyforefinger。

"Comeon,cully,"hesaidhoarsely。"You’reinonthefeed。"

Thankyouverymuch!

WeaklyIfollowedmydingyacquaintance。Heledmeawayfromtheparkdownasidestreetandthroughacrackinafenceintoavacantlotwheresomeexcavatinghadbeengoingon。Behindapileofoldstonesandlumberhepaused,andtookouthisbirds。

"Igotmatches,"saidhe。"Yougotanypapertostartafirewith?"

Idrewforthmymanuscriptstoryofthesparrows,andoffereditforburntsacrifice。Therewereoldplanks,splinters,andchipsforourfire。Myfrowsyfriendproducedfromsomeinteriorofhisfrayedclothinghalfaloafofbread,pepper,andsalt。

Intenminuteseachofuswasholdingasparrowspitteduponastickovertheleapingflames。

"Say,"saidmyfellowbivouacker,"thisain’tsobadwhenafellow’shungry。ItremindsmeofwhenIstruckNewYorkfirst——aboutfifteenyearsago。IcomeinfromtheWesttoseeifIcouldgetajobonanewspaper。IhittheMadisonSquareParkthefirstmornin’after,andwassittingaroundonthebenches。Inoticedthesparrowschirpin’,andthegrassandtreessoniceandgreenthatIthoughtIwasbackinthecountryagain。ThenIgotsomepapersoutofmypocket,and——"

"Iknow,"Iinterrupted。"Yousentittothe~Sun~andgot$15。"

"Say,"saidmyfriend,suspiciously,"youseemtoknowagooddeal。

Wherewasyou?Iwenttosleeponthebenchthere,inthesun,andsomebodytouchedmeforeverycentIhad——$15。"

HEARTSANDHANDS

AtDenvertherewasaninfluxofpassengersintothecoachesontheeastboundB。&M。express。Inonecoachtheresataveryprettyyoungwomandressedineleganttasteandsurroundedbyalltheluxuriouscomfortsofanexperiencedtraveler。Amongthenewcomersweretwoyoungmen,oneofhandsomepresencewithabold,frankcountenanceandmanner;theotheraruffled,glum—facedperson,heavilybuiltandroughlydressed。Thetwowerehandcuffedtogether。

Astheypasseddowntheaisleofthecoachtheonlyvacantseatofferedwasareversedonefacingtheattractiveyoungwoman。Herethelinkedcoupleseatedthemselves。Theyoungwoman’sglancefelluponthemwithadistant,swiftdisinterest;thenwithalovelysmilebrighteninghercountenanceandatenderpinktingeingherroundedcheeks,sheheldoutalittlegray—glovedhand。Whenshespokehervoice,full,sweet,anddeliberate,proclaimedthatitsownerwasaccustomedtospeakandbeheard。

"Well,Mr。Easton,ifyou~will~makemespeakfirst,IsupposeI

must。Don’tvoueverrecognizeoldfriendswhenyoumeetthemintheWest?"

Theyoungermanrousedhimselfsharplyatthesoundofhervoice,seemedtostrugglewithaslightembarrassmentwhichhethrewoffinstantly,andthenclaspedherfingerswithhislefthand。

"It’sMissFairchild,"hesaid,withasmile。"I’llaskyoutoexcusetheotherhand;"it’sotherwiseengagedjustatpresent。"

Heslightlyraisedhisrighthand,boundatthewristbytheshining"bracelet"totheleftoneofhiscompanion。Thegladlookinthegirl’seyesslowlychangedtoabewilderedhorror。Theglowfadedfromhercheeks。Herlipspartedinavague,relaxingdistress。

Easton,withalittlelaugh,asifamused,wasabouttospeakagainwhentheotherforestalledhim。Theglum—facedmanhadbeenwatchingthegirl’scountenancewithveiledglancesfromhiskeen,shrewdeyes。

"You’llexcusemeforspeaking,miss,but,Iseeyou’reacquaintedwiththemarshallhere。Ifyou’llaskhimtospeakawordformewhenwegettothepenhe’lldoit,andit’llmakethingseasierformethere。He’stakingmetoLeavenworthprison。It’ssevenyearsforcounterfeiting。"

"Oh!"saidthegirl,withadeepbreathandreturningcolor。"Sothatiswhatyouaredoingouthere?Amarshal!"

"MydearMissFairchild,"saidEaston,calmly,"Ihadtodosomething。

Moneyhasawayoftakingwingsuntoitself,andyouknowittakesmoneytokeepstepwithourcrowdinWashington。IsawthisopeningintheWest,and——well,amarshalshipisn’tquiteashighapositionasthatofambassador,but——"

"Theambassador,"saidthegirl,warmly,"doesn’tcallanymore。Heneedn’teverhavedoneso。Yououghttoknowthat。AndsonowyouareoneofthesedashingWesternheroes,andyourideandshootandgointoallkindsofdangers。That’sdifferentfromtheWashingtonlife。

Youhavebeenmissedfromtheoldcrowd。"

Thegirl’seyes,fascinated,wentback,wideningalittle,torestupontheglitteringhandcuffs。

"Don’tyouworryaboutthem,miss,"saidtheotherman。"Allmarshalshandcuffthemselvestotheirprisonerstokeepthemfromgettingaway。

Mr。Eastonknowshisbusiness。"

"WillweseeyouagainsooninWashington?"askedthegirl。

"Notsoon,Ithink,"saidEaston。"Mybutterflydaysareover,I

fear。"

"IlovetheWest,"saidthegirlirrelevantly。Hereyeswereshiningsoftly。Shelookedawayoutthecarwindow。Shebegantospeaktrulyandsimplywithouttheglossofstyleandmanner:

"MammaandIspentthesummerinDenver。Shewenthomeaweekagobecausefatherwasslightlyill。IcouldliveandbehappyintheWest。Ithinktheairhereagreeswithme。Moneyisn’teverything。

Butpeoplealwaysmisunderstandthingsandremainstupid——"

"Say,Mr。Marshal,"growledtheglum—facedman。"Thisisn’tquitefair。I’mneedingadrink,andhaven’thadasmokeallday。Haven’tyoutalkedlongenough?Takemeinthesmokernow,won’tyou?I’mhalfdeadforapipe。"

Theboundtravelersrosetotheirfeet,Eastonwiththesameslowsmileonhisface。

"Ican’tdenyapetitionfortobacco,"hesaid,lightly。"It’stheonefriendoftheunfortunate。Good—bye,MissFairchild。Dutycalls,youknow。"Heheldouthishandforafarewell。

"It’stoobadyouarenotgoingEast,"shesaid,reclothingherselfwithmannerandstyle。"ButyoumustgoontoLeavenworth,I

suppose?"

"Yes,"saidEaston,"ImustgoontoLeavenworth。"

Thetwomensidleddowntheaisleintothesmoker。

Thetwopassengersinaseatnearbyhadheardmostoftheconversation。Saidoneofthem:"Thatmarshal’sagoodsortofchap。SomeoftheseWesternfellowsareallright。"

"Prettyyoungtoholdanofficelikethat,isn’the?"askedtheother。

"Young!"exclaimedthefirstspeaker,"why——Oh!didn’tyoucatchon?

Say——didyoueverknowanofficertohandcuffaprisonertohis~right~hand?"

THECACTUS

ThemostnotablethingaboutTimeisthatitissopurelyrelative。Alargeamountofreminiscenceis,bycommonconsent,concededtothedrowningman;anditisnotpastbeliefthatonemayreviewanentirecourtshipwhileremovingone’sgloves。

ThatiswhatTrysdalewasdoing,standingbyatableinhisbachelorapartments。Onthetablestoodasingular—lookinggreenplantinaredearthenjar。Theplantwasoneofthespeciesofcacti,andwasprovidedwithlong,tentacularleavesthatperpetuallyswayedwiththeslightestbreezewithapeculiarbeckoningmotion。

Trysdale’sfriend,thebrotherofthebride,stoodatasideboardcomplainingatbeingallowedtodrinkalone。Bothmenwereineveningdress。Whitefavorslikestarsupontheircoatsshonethroughthegloomoftheapartment。

Asheslowlyunbuttonedhisgloves,therepassedthroughTrysdale’smindaswift,scarifyingretrospectofthelastfewhours。Itseemedthatinhisnostrilswasstillthescentoftheflowersthathadbeenbankedinodorousmassesaboutthechurch,andinhisearsthelowpitchedhumofathousandwell—bredvoices,therustleofcrispgarments,and,mostinsistentlyrecurring,thedrawlingwordsoftheministerirrevocablybindinghertoanother。

>Fromthislasthopelesspointofviewhestillstrove,asifithadbecomeahabitofhismind,toreachsomeconjectureastowhyandhowhehadlosther。Shakenrudelybytheuncompromisingfact,hehadsuddenlyfoundhimselfconfrontedbyathinghehadneverbeforefaced——hisowninnermost,unmitigated,aridunbedeckedself。Hesawallthegarbsofpretenceandegoismthathehadwornnowturntoragsoffolly。Heshudderedatthethoughtthattoothers,beforenow,thegarmentsofhissoulmusthaveappearedsorryandthreadbare。

Vanityandconceit?Thesewerethejointsinhisarmor。Andhowfreefromeithershehadalwaysbeen——Butwhy——

Asshehadslowlymoveduptheaisletowardthealtarhehadfeltanunworthy,sullenexultationthathadservedtosupporthim。Hehadtoldhimselfthatherpalenesswasfromthoughtsofanotherthanthemantowhomshewasabouttogiveherself。Buteventhatpoorconsolationhadbeenwrenchedfromhim。For,whenhesawthatswift,limpid,upwardlookthatshegavethemanwhenhetookherhand,heknewhimselftobeforgotten。Oncethatsamelookhadbeenraisedtohim,andhehadgaugeditsmeaning。Indeed,hisconceithadcrumbled;itslastpropwasgone。Whyhaditendedthus?Therehadbeennoquarrelbetweenthem,nothing——

Forthethousandthtimeheremarshalledinhismindtheeventsofthoselastfewdaysbeforethetidehadsosuddenlyturned。

Shehadalwaysinsisteduponplacinghimuponapedestal,andhehadacceptedherhomagewithroyalgrandeur。Ithadbeenaverysweetincensethatshehadburnedbeforehim;somodest(hetoldhimself);

sochildlikeandworshipful,and(hewouldoncehavesworn)sosincere。Shehadinvestedhimwithanalmostsupernaturalnumberofhighattributesandexcellenciesandtalents,andhehadabsorbedtheoblationasadesertdrinkstherainthatcancoaxfromitnopromiseofblossomorfruit。

AsTrysdalegrimlywrenchedaparttheseamofhislastglove,thecrowninginstanceofhisfatuousandtardilymournedegoismcamevividlybacktohim。Thescenewasthenightwhenhehadaskedhertocomeuponhispedestalwithhimandsharehisgreatness。Hecouldnot,now,forthepainofit,allowhismindtodwelluponthememoryofherconvincingbeautythatnight——thecarelesswaveofherhair,thetendernessandvirginalcharmofherlooksandwords。Buttheyhadbeenenough,andtheyhadbroughthimtospeak。Duringtheirconversationshehadsaid:

"AndCaptainCarrutherstellsmethatyouspeaktheSpanishlanguagelikeanative。Whyhaveyouhiddenthisaccomplishmentfromme?Isthereanythingyoudonotknow?"

Now,Carrutherswasanidiot。Nodoubthe(Trysdale)hadbeenguilty(hesometimesdidsuchthings)ofairingattheclubsomeold,cantingCastilianproverbdugfromthehotchpotchatthebackofdictionaries。

Carruthers,whowasoneofhisincontinentadmirers,wastheverymantohavemagnifiedthisexhibitionofdoubtfulerudition。

But,alas!theincenseofheradmirationhadbeensosweetandflattering。Heallowedtheimputationtopasswithoutdenial。

Withoutprotest,heallowedhertotwineabouthisbrowthisspuriousbayofSpanishscholarship。Heletitgracehisconqueringhead,and,amongitssoftconvolutions,hedidnotfeeltheprickofthethornthatwastopiercehimlater。

Howglad,howshy,howtremulousshewas!Howsheflutteredlikeasnaredbirdwhenhelaidhismightinessatherfeet!Hecouldhavesworn,andhecouldswearnow,thatunmistakableconsentwasinhereyes,but,coyly,shewouldgivehimnodirectanswer。"Iwillsendyoumyanswerto—morrow,"shesaid;andhe,theindulgent,confidentvictor,smilinglygrantedthedelay。Thenextdayhewaited,impatient,inhisroomsfortheword。Atnoonhergroomcametothedoorandleftthestrangecactusintheredearthenjar。Therewasnonote,nomessage,merelyatagupontheplantbearingabarbarousforeignorbotanicalname。Hewaiteduntilnight,butheranswerdidnotcome。Hislargeprideandhurtvanitykepthimfromseekingher。

Twoeveningslatertheymetatadinner。Theirgreetingswereconventional,butshelookedathim,breathless,wondering,eager。

Hewascourteous,adamant,waitingherexplanation。Withwomanlyswiftnessshetookhercuefromhismanner,andturnedtosnowandice。Thus,andwiderfromthison,theyhaddriftedapart。Wherewashisfault?Whohadbeentoblame?Humblednow,hesoughttheansweramidtheruinsofhisself—conceit。If——

Thevoiceoftheothermanintheroom,querulouslyintrudinguponhisthoughts,arousedhim。

"Isay,Trysdale,whatthedeuceisthematterwithyou?Youlookunhappyasifyouyourselfhadbeenmarriedinsteadofhavingactedmerelyasanaccomplice。Lookatme,anotheraccessory,cometwothousandmilesonagarlicky,cockroachybananasteamerallthewayfromSouthAmericatoconniveatthesacrifice——pleasetoobservehowlightlymyguiltrestsuponmyshoulders。OnlylittlesisterIhad,too,andnowshe’sgone。Comenow!takesomethingtoeaseyourconscience。"

"Idon’tdrinkjustnow,thanks,"saidTrysdale。

"Yourbrandy,"resumedtheother,comingoverandjoininghim,"isabominable。RundowntoseemesometimeatPuntaRedonda,andtrysomeofourstuffthatoldGarciasmugglesin。It’sworththe,trip。

Hallo!here’sanoldacquaintance。Whereverdidyourakeupthiscactus,Trysdale?"

"Apresent,"saidTrysdale,"fromafriend。Knowthespecies?"

"Verywell。It’satropicalconcern。Seehundredsof’emaroundPuntaeveryday。Here’sthenameonthistagtiedtoit。KnowanySpanish,Trysdale?"

"No,"saidTrysdale,withthebitterwraithofasmile——"IsitSpanish?"

"Yes。Thenativesimaginetheleavesarereachingoutandbeckoningtoyou。Theycallitbythisname——Ventomarme。NamemeansinEnglish,’Comeandtakeme。’"

THEDETECTIVEDETECTOR

IwaswalkinginCentralParkwithAveryKnight,thegreatNewYorkburglar,highwayman,andmurderer。

"But,mydearKnight,"saidI,"itsoundsincredible。Youhaveundoubtedlyperformedsomeofthemostwonderfulfeatsinyourprofessionknowntomoderncrime。Youhavecommittedsomemarvellousdeedsundertheverynosesofthepolice——youhaveboldlyenteredthehomesofmillionairesandheldthemupwithanemptygunwhileyoumadefreewiththeirsilverandjewels;youhavesandbaggedcitizensintheglareofBroadway’selectriclights;youhavekilledandrobbedwithsuperbopennessandabsoluteimpunity——butwhenyouboastthatwithinforty—eighthoursaftercommittingamurderyoucanrundownandactuallybringmefacetofacewiththedetectiveassignedtoapprehendyou,Imustbegleavetoexpressmydoubts——remember,youareinNewYork。"

AveryKnightsmiledindulgently。

"Youpiquemyprofessionalpride,doctor,"hesaidinanettledtone。"Iwillconvinceyou。"

Abouttwelveyardsinadvanceofusaprosperous—lookingcitizenwasroundingaclumpofbusheswherethewalkcurved。Knightsuddenlydrewarevolverandshotthemanintheback。Hisvictimfellandlaywithoutmoving。

Thegreatmurdererwentuptohimleisurelyandtookfromhisclotheshismoney,watch,andavaluableringandcravatpin。Hethenrejoinedmesmilingcalmly,andwecontinuedourwalk。

Tenstepsandwemetapolicemanrunningtowardthespotwheretheshothadbeenfired。AveryKnightstoppedhim。

"Ihavejustkilledaman,"heannounced,seriously,"androbbedhimofhispossessions。"

"G’wan,"saidthepoliceman,angrily,"orI’llrunyezin!Wantyernameinthepapers,don’tyez?Ineverknewthecrankstocomearoundsoquickafterashootin’before。Outofth’park,now,foryours,orI’llfanyez。"

"Whatyouhavedone,"Isaid,argumentatively,asKnightandIwalkedon,"waseasy。Butwhenyoucometothetaskofhuntingdownthedetectivethattheysenduponyourtrailyouwillfindthatyouhaveundertakenadifficultfeat。"

"Perhapsso,"saidKnight,lightly。"Iwilladmitthatmysuccessdependsinadegreeuponthesortofmantheystartafterme。Ifitshouldbeanordinaryplain—clothesmanImightfailtogainasightofhim。IftheyhonormebygivingthecasetosomeoneoftheircelebratedsleuthsIdonotfeartomatchmycunningandpowersofinductionagainsthis。"

OnthenextafternoonKnightenteredmyofficewithasatisfiedlookonhiskeencountenance。

"Howgoesthemysteriousmurder?"Iasked。

"Asusual,"saidKnight,smilingly。"Ihaveputinthemorningatthepolicestationandattheinquest。Itseemsthatacardcaseofminecontainingcardswithmynameandaddresswasfoundnearthebody。

Theyhavethreewitnesseswhosawtheshootingandgaveadescriptionofme。ThecasehasbeenplacedinthehandsofShamrockJolnes,thefamousdetective。HeleftHeadquartersat11:30ontheassignment。

Iwaitedatmyaddressuntiltwo,thinkinghemightcallthere。"

Ilaughed,tauntingly。

"YouwillneverseeJolnes,"Icontinued,"untilthismurderhasbeenforgotten,twoorthreeweeksfromnow。Ihadabetteropinionofyourshrewdness,Knight。Duringthethreehoursandahalfthatyouwaitedhehasgotoutofyourken。Heisafteryouontrueinductiontheoriesnow,andnowrongdoerhasyetbeenknowntocomeuponhimwhilethusengaged。Iadviseyoutogiveitup。"

"Doctor,"saidKnight,withasuddenglintinhiskeengrayeyeandasquaringofhischin,"inspiteoftherecordyourcityholdsofsomethinglikeadozenhomicideswithoutasubsequentmeetingoftheperpetrator,andthesleuthinchargeofthecase,Iwillundertaketobreakthatrecord。To—morrowIwilltakeyoutoShamrockJolnes——

Iwillunmaskhimbeforeyouandprovetoyouthatitisnotanimpossibilityforanofficerofthelawandamanslayertostandfacetofaceinyourcity。"

"Doit,"saidI,"andyou’llhavethesincerethanksofthePoliceDepartment。"

OnthenextdayKnightcalledformeinacab。

"I’vebeenononeortwofalsescents,doctor,"headmitted。"Iknowsomethingofdetectives’methods,andIfollowedoutafewofthem,expectingtofindJolnesattheotherend。Thepistolbeinga。45—

caliber,IthoughtsurelyIwouldfindhimatworkontheclueinForty—fifthStreet。Then,again,IlookedforthedetectiveattheColumbiaUniversity,astheman’sbeingshotinthebacknaturallysuggestedhazing。ButIcouldnotfindatraceofhim。"

"——Norwillyou,"Isaid,emphatically。

"Notbyordinarymethods,"saidKnight。"ImightwalkupanddownBroadwayforamonthwithoutsuccess。Butyouhavearousedmypride,doctor;andifIfailtoshowyouShamrockJolnesthisday,IpromiseyouIwillneverkillorrobinyourcityagain。"

"Nonsense,man,"Ireplied。"Whenourburglarswalkintoourhousesandpolitelydemand,thousandsofdollars’worthofjewels,andthendineandbangthepianoanhourortwobeforeleaving,howdoyou,ameremurderer,expecttocomeincontactwiththedetectivethatislookingforyou?"

AveryKnight,satlostinthoughtforawhile。Atlengthhelookedupbrightly。

"Doc,"saidhe,"Ihaveit。Putonyourhat,andcomewithme。InhalfanhourIguaranteethatyoushallstandinthepresenceofShamrockJolnes。"

IenteredacabwithAveryKnight。Ididnothearhisinstructionstothedriver,butthevehiclesetoutatasmartpaceupBroadway,turningpresentlyintoFifthAvenue,andproceedingnorthwardagain。

ItwaswitharapidlybeatingheartthatIaccompaniedthiswonderfulandgiftedassassin,whoseanalyticalgeniusandsuperbself—

confidencehadpromptedhimtomakemethetremendouspromiseofbringingmeintothepresenceofamurdererandtheNewYorkdetectiveinpursuitofhimsimultaneously。EvenyetIcouldnotbelieveitpossible。

"Areyousurethatyouarenotbeingledintosometrap?"Iasked。

"Supposethatyourclue,whateveritis,shouldbringusonlyintothepresenceoftheCommissionerofPoliceandacoupleofdozencops!"

"Mydeardoctor,"saidKnight,alittlestiffly。"IwouldremindyouthatIamnogambler。"

"Ibegyourpardon,"saidI。"ButIdonotthinkyouwillfindJolnes。"

Thecabstoppedbeforeoneofthehandsomestresidencesontheavenue。

Walkingupanddowninfrontofthehousewasamanwithlongredwhiskers,withadetective’sbadgeshowingonthelapelofhiscoat。

Nowandthenthemanwouldremovehiswhiskerstowipehisface,andthenIwouldrecognizeatoncethewell—knownfeaturesofthegreatNewYorkdetective。Jolneswaskeepingasharpwatchuponthedoorsandwindowsofthehouse。

"Well,doctor,"saidKnight,unabletorepressanoteoftriumphinhisvoice,"haveyouseen?"

"Itiswonderful——wonderful!"Icouldnothelpexclaimingasourcabstartedonitsreturntrip。"Buthowdidyoudoit?Bywhatprocessofinduction——"

"Mydeardoctor,"interruptedthegreatmurderer,"theinductivetheoryiswhatthedetectivesuse。Myprocessismoremodern。I

callitthesaltatorialtheory。Withoutbotheringwiththetediousmentalphenomenanecessarytothesolutionofamysteryfromslightclues,Ijumpatoncetoaconclusion。IwillexplaintoyouthemethodIemployedinthiscase。

"Inthefirstplace,IarguedthatasthecrimewascommittedinNewYorkCityinbroaddaylight,inapublicplaceandunderpeculiarlyatrociouscircumstances,andthatasthemostskilfulsleuthavailablewasletlooseuponthecase,theperpetratorwouldneverbediscovered。Doyounotthinkmypostulationjustifiedbyprecedent?"

"Perhapsso,"Ireplied,doggedly。"ButifBigBillDev——"

"Stopthat,"interruptedKnight,withasmile,"I’veheardthatseveraltimes。It’stoolatenow。Iwillproceed。

"IfhomicidesinNewYorkwentundiscovered,Ireasoned,althoughthebestdetectivetalentwasemployedtoferretthemout,itmustbetruethatthedetectiveswentabouttheirworkinthewrongway。

Andnotonlyinthewrongway,butexactlyoppositefromtherightway。Thatwasmyclue。

"IslewthemaninCentralPark。Now,letmedescribemyselftoyou。

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