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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, A Good Samaritan, by Mary Raymond Shipman
+Andrews, Illustrated by Charlotte Harding
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+Title: A Good Samaritan
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+Author: Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews
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+Release Date: May 26, 2005  [eBook #15906]
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+A GOOD SAMARITAN
+
+by
+
+MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS
+
+Illustrated by Charlotte Harding
+
+New York
+McClure, Phillips & Co.
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+Second Impression
+MCMVI
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+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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+
+   "That'll get even Webster's Union for chargin' me two cents for
+   'soon,'" he chuckled
+
+   "Recky," he bubbled, "good old Recky--bes' fren' ev' had"
+
+   "Who's your friend, Billy?"
+
+   "Thank you--thank you very much--very, very much--old rhinoceros"
+
+   "So tired," he remarked. "Go'n have good nap now"
+
+   "Could he--couldn't he?"
+
+   At every station the conductor and Rex had to reason with him
+
+
+
+
+
+A GOOD SAMARITAN
+
+
+The little District Telegraph boy, with a dirty face, stood at the edge
+of the desk, and, rubbing his sleeve across his cheek, made it
+unnecessarily dirtier.
+
+"Answer, sir?"
+
+"No--yes--wait a minute." Reed tore the yellow envelope and spread the
+telegram. It read:
+
+"Do I meet you at your office or at Martin's and what time?"
+
+"The devil!" Reed commented, and the boy blinked indifferently. He was
+used to stronger. "The casual Rex all over! Yes, boy, there's an
+answer." He scribbled rapidly, and the two lines of writing said this:
+
+"Waiting for you at office now. Hurry up. C. Reed."
+
+He fumbled in his pocket and gave the youngster a coin. "See that it's
+sent instantly--like lightning. Run!" and the sharp little son of New
+York was off before the last word was well out.
+
+Half an hour later, to Reed waiting at his office in Broadway
+impatiently, there strolled in a good-looking and leisurely young man
+with black clothes on his back and peace and good-will on his face.
+"Hope I haven't kept you waiting, Carty," he remarked in friendly tones.
+"Plenty of time, isn't there?"
+
+"No, there isn't," his cousin answered, and there was a touch of snap in
+the accent. "Really, Rex, you ought to grow up and be responsible. It
+was distinctly arranged that you should call here for me at six, and now
+it's a quarter before seven."
+
+"Couldn't remember the hour or the place to save my life," the younger
+man asserted earnestly. "I'm just as sorry as I can be, Carty. You see I
+did remember we were to dine at Martin's. So much I got all right--and
+that was something, wasn't it, Carty?" he inquired with an air of
+wistful pride, and the frown on the face of the other dissolved in
+laughter.
+
+"Rex, there's no making you over--worse luck. Come along. I've got to go
+home to dress after dinner you see, before we make our call. You'll do,
+on the strength of being a theological student."
+
+The situation was this: Reginald Fairfax, in his last year at the
+Theological Seminary, in this month of May, and lately ordained, had
+been seriously spoken of as assistant to the Rector of the great church
+of St. Eric's. It was a remarkable position to come the way of an
+undergraduate, and his brilliant record at the seminary was one of the
+two things which made it possible. The other was the friendship and
+interest of his cousin, Carter Reed, head clerk in the law firm of Rush,
+Walden, Lee and Lee, whose leading member, Judge Rush, was also senior
+warden at St. Eric's. Reed had called Judge Rush's attention to his
+young cousin's career, and, after some inquiry, the vestryman had asked
+that the young man should be brought to see him, to discuss certain
+questions bearing on the work. It was almost equivalent to a call coming
+from such a man, and Reed was delighted; but here his troubles began. In
+vain did he hopefully fix date after date with the slippery
+Rex--something always interfered. Twice, to his knowledge, it had been
+the chance of seeing a girl from Orange which had thrown over the chance
+of seeing the man of influence and power. Once the evening had been
+definitely arranged with Judge Rush himself, and Reed was obliged to go
+alone and report that the candidate had disappeared into a tenement
+district and no one knew where to find him. The effect of that was
+fortunately good--Judge Rush was rather pleased than otherwise that a
+young clergyman should be so taken up with his work as to forget his
+interests. But Reed was most anxious that this evening's appointment
+should go off successfully, while Rex was as light-hearted as a bird.
+Any one would have thought it was Reed's own future he was laboring
+over instead of that of the youngster who had a gift of making men care
+for him and work for him without effort on his own part.
+
+The two walked down Broadway toward the elevated road, Rex's dark eyes
+gathering amusement here and there in the crowded way as they went.
+
+"Look at Billy Strong--why there's Billy Strong across the street. Come
+over and I'll present you, Carty. Just the chap you want to meet. He's a
+great athlete--on the water-polo team of the New York Athletic Club, you
+know--as much of an old sport as you are." And Reed found himself swung
+across and standing before a powerful, big figure of a man, almost
+before he could answer. There was another man with the distinguished
+Billy, and Reed had not regarded the two for more than one second before
+he discovered that they were both in a distinct state of intoxication.
+In fact, Strong proclaimed the truth at once, false shame cast to the
+winds. He threw his arm about Rex's neck with a force of affection
+which almost knocked down the quartette.
+
+"Recky," he bubbled, "good old Recky--bes' fren' ev' had--I'm drunk,
+Recky--too bad. We're both drunk. Take's home." Rex glanced at his
+cousin in dismay, and Strong repeated his invitation cordially. "Take's
+home, Recky," he insisted, with the easy air of a man who confers an
+honor. "'S up to you, Recky."
+
+Rex looked at his frowning cousin doubtfully, pleadingly.
+
+"It almost seems as if it was, doesn't it, Carty?" he said. "We can't
+leave them like this."
+
+"I don't see why we can't--I can," Reed asserted. "It's none of our
+business, Rex, and we really haven't time to palaver. Come along."
+
+[Illustration: "Recky," he bubbled, "good old Recky--bes' fren' ev'
+had"]
+
+The gentle soul of Rex Fairfax was surprisingly firm. "Carty, they'd be
+arrested in five minutes," he reasoned. "It's a wonder they haven't
+been already. And Billy's people--it would break their hearts. I know
+some of them well, you see. I was with him only last week over in
+Orange."
+
+"Oh!" Reed groaned. "That Girl from Orange again." He opened his lips
+once more to launch nervous English against this quixotism, but Strong
+interposed.
+
+"'S all true," he solemnly stated, fixing his eyes rollingly on Reed.
+"Got Orange-colored cousin what break Recky's heart if don't take's
+home. Y'see--y'see--" The President of these United States in a cabinet
+council would have stopped to listen to him, so freighted with great
+facts coming was his confidential manner. "Y'see--wouldn't tell
+ev'body--only you," and he laid a mighty hand on Reed's shoulder. "I'm
+so drunk. Awful pity--too bad," and he sighed deeply. "Now, Recky, ol'
+man, take's home."
+
+"Who's your friend, Billy?" Rex inquired, disregarding this appeal.
+
+Billy burst into a shout of laughter which Fairfax promptly clipped by
+putting his hand over the big man's mouth. "He's bes' joke yet," Strong
+remarked through Rex's fingers. "He's go'n' kill himself," and he kissed
+the restraining hand gallantly.
+
+The two sober citizens turned and stared at the gentlemen. He looked it.
+He looked as if there could be no step deeper into the gloom which
+enveloped him, except suicide. He nodded darkly as the two regarded him.
+
+"Uh-huh. Life's failure. Lost cuff-button. Won't live to be indecent.
+Go'n' kill m'self soon's this dizhiness goesh pasht. Billy's drunk, but
+I'm subject to--to dizhiness."
+
+Rex turned to his cousin with a gesture. "You see, Carty, we can't leave
+them. I'm just as disappointed as you are, but it would be a beastly
+thing to do, to let them get pulled in as common drunks. What's your
+friend's name?" he demanded again of Strong.
+
+[Illustration: "Who's your friend, Billy?"]
+
+"Got lovely name," he averred eagerly. "Good ol' moth-eaten name. Name's
+Schuyler VanCourtlandt Van de Water--ain't it Schuylie--ain't that
+your name--or's that mine? I--I f'rget lil' things," he said in an
+explanatory manner.
+
+But the suicide spoke up for himself. "Tha's my name," he said
+aggressively. "Knew it in a minute. Tha's my father's name and my
+grandfath's name, and my great grandfath's name and my great-great----"
+
+"Stop," said Rex tersely, and the man stopped. "Now tell me where you
+live."
+
+Billy Strong leaned over and punched the man in the ribs. "You lemme
+tell 'em. Lives nine-thous-n sixt'-four East West Street," he addressed
+Rex, and chuckled.
+
+"Don't be a donkey, Billy--tell me his right address." Rex spoke with
+annoyance--this scene was getting tiresome, and although Reed was
+laughing hopelessly, he was on his mind.
+
+"Oh! F'got!" Billy's tipsy coyness was elephantine. "Lives _six_ thous'n
+_sev_'nty four North S--South Street," and he roared with laughter.
+
+Rex was about to learn how to manage Billy Strong. "Bill," he said, "be
+decent. You're making me lots of trouble," and Billy burst into tears
+and sobbed out:
+
+"Wouldn' make Recky trouble for worlds--good ol' Recky--half-witted ol'
+goat, but bes' fren' ev' had," and the address was captured.
+
+Rex turned to his cousin, his winning, deprecating manner warning Reed
+but softening him against his will. "Carty," he said, "there's nothing
+for it, but for you to take one chap and I the other and see 'em home.
+It's only a little after seven and we ought to be able to meet by
+half-past eight--at the Hotel Netherland, say--that's near the Rush's.
+We'll have to give up dinner, but we'll get a sandwich somewhere, and
+we'll do. I'll take Strong because he's more troublesome--I think I can
+manage him. It's awfully good of you, and I can tell you I appreciate
+it. But it wouldn't be civilized to do less, old Carty, would it?" And
+Reed found himself, grumbling but docile, linked to the suicide's arm,
+and guiding his shuffling foot-steps in the way they should go.
+
+"Now, we'll both kill ourselves, old Carty, won't we?" Rex heard his
+cousin's charge mumble cheerfully as they started off, with a visible
+lengthening of his gloom at the thought of companionship at death.
+
+Strong was marching along with an unearthly decorum that should have
+made Fairfax suspicious. But instead it cheered his optimistic soul
+immensely. "Good for you old man," he said encouragingly. "At this rate
+we'll get you home in no time." And Billy, at that second, thrust out
+his great shoulder into the crowd, and almost knocked a man down. The
+man, whirled sidewise in front of them, glared savagely.
+
+"What do you mean by that?" he demanded. Strong, to whom nothing would
+have given more joy than a tussle, bent down and peered into the
+other's face.
+
+"Is it a man or a monkey?" he piped, and shrieked with laughter.
+
+The man's strained temper broke suddenly and Rex caught him by the arm
+as he was about to spring for Strong, and promptly threw himself between
+the two.
+
+"Look here, Billy," he remonstrated, "if you fight anybody it's got to
+be me," and he spoke over his shoulder to the stranger. "You see what
+I'm up against. I'm getting him home--do just go on," and the man went.
+
+But Billy's head was in his guardian's neck and he was spluttering and
+sobbing. "Fight you? Nev'--s' help me--nev'--Fight poor, ole fool
+Recky--bes' fren' ev' had? No sir. I wouldn' fight you Recky," and he
+raised a tear-stained face and gazed mournfully into his eyes. "D'ye
+think I'd----"
+
+"Oh, shut up!" Rex ejaculated, "and hold your head up, Billy. You make
+me sick."
+
+The intoxicated heavy freight being under way again, Rex looked about
+for the rest of the train, but in vain. After a halt of a minute or so
+he decided that they were lost and would have to stay lost, the
+situation being too precarious, in this land of policemen, with one
+hundred and ninety pounds of noisy uncertainty on his hands, to risk any
+unnecessary movement. Billy kept every breath of time alive and varied.
+Within two minutes of the first adventure he managed to put his elbow
+clearly and forcibly into a small man's mouth, and before the other
+could resent it:
+
+"'S my elbow, sir," he said, haughtily, stopping and staring down.
+
+"Well, why in thunder don't you keep it where it belongs?" snapped the
+man, and Billy caught him by the sleeve.
+
+"Lil' sir," he said impressively, "if you should bite off my elbow, you
+saucy baggage"--and the thought was too much for him. Tears filling his
+eyes he turned to Rex. "Recky, you spank that lil' sir," he pleaded
+brokenly. "He's too lil' for me--I'd hurt him"--and Rex meditated
+again. A shock came when they reached the corner of Broadway and
+Chambers Street. "Up's' daisy," crowed Billy Strong, and swung Fairfax
+facing uptown with a mighty heave.
+
+"The Elevated station's down a block, old chap," explained the sober
+contingent. "We have to take the Elevated to Seventy-second you know,
+and walk across to your place."
+
+Billy looked at him pityingly. "You poor lil' pup," he crooned. "Didn' I
+keep tellin' you had to go Chris'pher Street ferry meet a girl? Goin'
+theater with girl." He tipped his derby one-sided and started off on a
+cakewalk.
+
+Rex had to march beside him willy-nilly. "Look here, Billy," he
+reasoned, exasperated at this entirely fresh twist in the corkscrew
+business of getting Strong home. "Look here, Billy, this is tommy-rot.
+You haven't any date with a girl, and if you had you couldn't keep it.
+Come along home, man; that's the place for you."
+
+But Billy was suddenly a Gibraltar of firmness. "Got date with lovely
+blue-eyed girlie--couldn't dish'point her. Unmanly deed--Recky, d' _you_
+want bes' fren' ev' had to do unmanly deed, and dish'point trustin'
+female? Nev', Recky--nev', ol' man. Lesh be true to th' ladies till hell
+runs dry--Oh, 'scuse me Recky--f'got you was parson--till _well_ runs
+dry, meant say. That all right? Come on t' Chris'pher Street." And in
+spite of desperate attempts, of long argument and appeal on Rex's part,
+to Christopher Street they went.
+
+The ministering angel had no hankering to risk his charge in a
+street-car, so, as the distance was not great, they walked.
+
+Fairfax's dread was that, having saved his friend so far, he should
+attract the attention of a policeman and be arrested. So he kept a sharp
+lookout for bluecoats and passed them studiously on the other side. What
+was his horror therefore, turning a corner, to turn squarely into the
+majestic arm of the law, and what was his greater horror, to hear Billy
+Strong suavely address him. Billy lifted his hat to the large, fat
+officer as he might have lifted it to his sweetheart in her box at the
+Horse Show.
+
+"Would you have the g--goodness to tell me," he inquired, with
+distinguished courtesy, "if this is"--Billy's articulation was
+improving, but otherwise he was just as tipsy as ever--"if this
+is--Chris-to-pher Street--or--or Wednesday?"
+
+"Hey?" inquired the policeman, and stared. Repartee seemed not to be his
+forte.
+
+"Thank you--thank you very much"--Billy's gratitude spilled over
+conventional limits--"very, _very_ much--old rhinoceros," he finished,
+and shot suddenly ahead, dragging Rex with him into the whirlpool of a
+moving crowd, and it dawned on the policeman five minutes later that the
+courtly gentleman was drunk.
+
+[Illustration: "Thank you--thank you very much--very, very much--old
+rhinoceros"]
+
+The anxiety of this game was its unexpectedness. Strong, in the turn of
+a hand grew playful, after the fashion of a mammoth kitten. He bounded
+this way and that, knocking into somebody inevitably at every leap,
+and at each contact he wheeled toward the injured and lifted his hat and
+bowed low and brought out "I--beg--your--pardon" with a drawl of
+sarcastic emphasis too insulting to be described.
+
+"Billy," pleaded Rex, taking to pathos, "don't do that again. You'll get
+arrested, and maybe they'll arrest me too, and you don't want to get me
+into a hole, do you?"
+
+Billy stopped short with a suddenness which came near to upsetting his
+guide, and put both large hands on Rex's shoulders, and gazed into his
+eyes with a world of blurred affection. "Reck, ol'fel'," and his voice
+broke with a sob, "if I got you into hole, I'd jump in hole after you,
+and I'd--and I'd--pull hole in after both of us, and then I'd--I'd tell
+hole you was bes' fren' ev' had, and----"
+
+"Come along and behave," cut in the victim of this devotion shortly.
+"Don't be a fool."
+
+Strong lifted a fatherly forefinger. "Naughty naughty! Shouldn' call
+brother fool. Danger hell fire if you call brother fool. Nev' min',
+Recky--we un'stand each other. Two fools. I'm go'n behave." He knocked
+his derby in the back so it rested on his nose, stuck his chin up to
+meet it, and started off in the most unmistakable semblance of a tipsy
+man to be met anywhere. "See me behavin'?" he remarked sidewise, with a
+gleam of rollicking deviltry out of his eyes.
+
+Christopher Street ferry was reached safely by a miracle, and inside the
+ferry-house Strong made a bee line for a truck and threw his great body
+full length upon it with a loud yawn of joy. "So tired," he remarked.
+"Go'n have good nap now," and he closed his eyes peacefully.
+
+"See here, Billy, this won't do. You said you had to meet a girl--what
+about that?"
+
+[Illustration: "So tired" he remarked. "Go'n have good nap now"]
+
+"Oh, tha's all right," Billy agreed easily. "You meet girl--tell her you
+got me drunk," and he turned over and prepared for slumber. Strenuous
+argument was necessary to rouse him even to half a sense of
+responsibility. "Recky, dear, you--'noy me," he said with severity,
+coming to a sitting position and contemplating Rex with mild
+displeasure. "What kin' girl? Why, jes' girly-girl. Lovely blue-eyed
+girly-girl--kind of girl--colored hair,"--he swept his hand
+descriptively over his own black locks. "Wears sort of--skirts, you
+know--you 'member the kind. All of 'em same thing--well, she wears 'em
+too. Tha's all," and he dropped heavily back to the truck and retired
+into his coat collar.
+
+Rex shook him. "That won't do, Billy. I can't pick out a girl on that.
+Will there be a chaperone with her?"
+
+"No!" thundered Billy.
+
+"How is a girl allowed to go to the theater with you without a
+chaperone?" inquired Rex incredulously. "This is New York."
+
+Strong brought down his fist. "Death to chaperones! _A bas les
+chaperones!_ Don't you think girl's mother trust her to me? Look at me!
+I'll be chaperone to tha' girl, and father, 'n' mother, 'n' a few uncles
+and aunts." He threw his arm out with a gesture which comprised the
+universe. "I'll be all the world to tha' girl. You go meet her 'n' tell
+her you got me drunk," he concluded with a radiant smile.
+
+Rex considered. There seemed to be enough method in Strong's madness to
+justify the belief that he had an engagement. If so, he must by all
+means wait and trust to luck to pick out the "lovely blue-eyed girlie"
+who was the "party of the other part," and hope for an inspiration as to
+what to tell her. She might be with or without a chaperone, she might be
+any variety of the species, but Strong seemed to be quite clear that she
+had blue eyes.
+
+The crowd from the incoming boat began to unload into the ferry-house,
+and Rex placed himself anxiously by the entrance. Three or four thin men
+scurried in advance, then a bunch of stout and middle-aged persons
+straggled along puffing. Then came a set of young people in theater
+array, chattering and laughing as they hurried, and another set, and
+another--the main body of the little army was upon him. Rex scanned
+them for a girl alone or a girl with her mother. Ah! here she was--this
+must be Strong's "blue-eyed girlie." She was alone and pretty, a little
+under-bred and blond. Rex lifted his hat.
+
+"I beg your pardon," he said, in his most winning way; "are you waiting
+for Mr. Strong?"
+
+The girl threw up her head and looked frightened, and then angry.
+
+"No, I am not," she said, and then, with a haughty look, "I call you
+pretty saucy," and Rex was left mortified and silent, while a passing
+man murmured, "Served you right," and a woman laughed scornfully. He
+stalked across to the tranquil form on the truck.
+
+"Billy," he said, and shook a massive shoulder. "Wake up. Tell me that
+girl's name."
+
+Strong opened his eyes like a baby waked from dewy sleep. "Wha's that,
+Recky--dear old Recky--bes' fren'----"
+
+"Cut that out," said Rex, sharply. "Tell me the name of the girl you're
+waiting here to meet," and he laughed a short bitter laugh. The girl
+whom "Billy" was waiting to meet! Rex was getting tired and hungry.
+
+Strong smiled a gentle, obstinate, tipsy smile and shook his head. "No,
+Recky, dear ol' fren'--bes' fren'--well, nev' min'. Can't tell girl's
+name; tha's her secret."
+
+"Don't be an ass, Billy--quick, now, tell me the name."
+
+"Naughty, naughty!" quoted Billy again, and waggled his forefinger.
+"Danger hell fire! Couldn' tell girl's name, Recky--be dishon'able.
+Couldn', no, couldn'. Anythin' else--ask m' anythin' else in all these
+wide worlds"--and he struck his breast with fervor. "Tell you
+_anythin'_, Recky, but couldn' betray trustin' girl's secret."
+
+"Billy, can't you give me an idea what the girl's like?" pleaded Rex
+desperately. Billy smiled up at him drowsily. "Perfectly good girl," he
+elucidated. "Good eyes, good wind, kind to mother--perfectly good girl
+in ev--every r-respect," he concluded, emphasizing his sentences by
+articulating them. He dropped his chin into his chest with a recumbent
+bow, and his arm described an impressive semicircle. "Present to her
+'surances my most disting'shed consider-ration--soon's you find her,"
+and he went flop on his side and was asleep.
+
+Rex had to give it up. He heard the gates rattling open for the next
+boat-load, and took his stand again, bracing himself for another rebuff.
+The usual vanguard, the usual quicksilver bunch of humanity, massing,
+separating, flowing this way and that, and in the midst of them a
+fair-haired, timid-looking young girl, walking quietly with down-cast
+eyes, as if unused to being in big New York alone at eight o'clock at
+night. Rex stood in front of her with bared head.
+
+"I beg your pardon," he repeated his formula; "are you looking for Mr.
+Strong?"
+
+The startled eyes lifted to his a short second, then dropped again. "No,
+for Mr. Week," she answered softly, and unconscious of witticism, melted
+into the throng.
+
+This was a heavy boat-load, for it was just theater time--they were
+still coming. And suddenly his heart bounded and stopped. Of course--he
+was utterly foolish not to have known--it was she--Billy Strong's
+bewitching cousin, the girl from Orange. There she stood with her big,
+brown eyes searching, gazing here and there, as lovely, as incongruous
+as a wood-nymph strayed into a political meeting. The feather of her hat
+tossed in the May breeze; the fading light from the window behind her
+shone through loose hair about her face, turned it into a soft dark
+aureole; the gray of her tailor gown was crisp and fresh as spring-time.
+To Rex's eyes no picture had ever been more satisfying.
+
+Suddenly she caught sight of him, and her face lighted as if lamps had
+shone out of a twilight, and in a second he had her hand in his, and was
+talking away, with responsibility and worry, and that heavy weight on
+the truck back there, quite gone out of the world. She was in it, and
+himself--the world was full. The girl seemed to be as oblivious of
+outside facts, as he, for it was quite two minutes, and the last
+straggler from the boat had disappeared into the street before she broke
+into one of his sentences.
+
+"Why, but--I forgot. You made me forget entirely, Mr. Fairfax. I'm going
+to the theater with my cousin, Billy Strong. He ought to be here--where
+is he?"
+
+Rex shivered lest her roving eyes might answer the question, for Billy's
+truck with Billy slumbering peacefully on it, lay in full view not fifty
+feet away. But her gaze passed unsuspiciously over the prostrate,
+huddled form.
+
+"It's very queer--I'm sure this was the right boat." She looked up at
+his face anxiously, and he almost moaned aloud. What was he going to say
+to her?
+
+"That's what I'm here for, Miss Margery--to explain about Billy. He--he
+isn't feeling at all himself to-night, and it's utterly impossible for
+him to go with you." To his astonishment her face broke into a very
+satisfied smile. "Oh--well, I'm sorry Billy's ill, but we'll hope for
+the best, and I won't really object to you as a substitute, you know. Of
+course it's improper, and mother wouldn't think of letting me go with
+you--but I'm going. Mother won't mind when I tell her it's done. I've
+never been alone with a man to anything, except with my cousin--it's
+like stealing watermelons, isn't it? Don't you think it's rather fun?"
+
+Staggered by the situation, Fairfax thought desperately and murmured
+something which sounded like "Oochee-Goochee," as he tried to recall it
+later. The girl's gay voice went on: "It would be wicked to waste the
+tickets. City people aren't going to the theater as late as this, so we
+won't see any one we know. I think it's a dispensation of Providence,
+and I'd be a poor-spirited mouse to waste the chance. I think I'll go
+with you--don't you?"
+
+[Illustration: "Could he--couldn't he?"]
+
+Could he leave that prostrate form on the truck and snatch at this bit
+of heaven dangling before him? Could he--Couldn't he? No, he could
+not. It would be a question of fifteen minutes perhaps before the drowsy
+Billy would be marching to the police station, and in his entirely
+casual and fearless state of mind, the big athlete would make history
+for some policeman, his friend could not doubt, before he got there. Rex
+had put his hand to this intoxicated plow and he must not look back,
+even when the prospect backwards was so bewilderingly attractive, so
+tantalizingly easy. He stammered badly when, at length, the silence
+which followed the soft voice had to be filled.
+
+"I'm simply--simply--broken up, Miss Margery," and the girl's eyes
+looked at him with a sweet wideness that made it harder. "I don't know
+how to tell you, and I don't know how to resign myself to it either, but
+I--I can't take you to the theater. I--I've got to--got to--well, you
+see, I've got to be with Billy."
+
+She spoke quickly at that. "Mr. Fairfax, is Billy really ill--is there
+something more than I understand? Why didn't you tell me? Has their
+been an accident, perhaps? Why, I must go to him too--come--hurry--I'll
+go with you, of course."
+
+Rex stumbled again in his effort to quiet her alarm, to prevent this
+scheme of seeking Billy on his couch of pain. "Oh no, indeed you mustn't
+do that," he objected strenuously. "I couldn't let you, you know. I
+don't want you to be bothered. Billy isn't ill at all--there hasn't been
+any accident, I give you my word. He's all right--Billy's all right." He
+had quite lost his prospective by now, and did not see the rocks upon
+which he rushed.
+
+"If Billy's all right, why isn't he here?" demanded Billy's cousin
+severely.
+
+Rex saw now. "He isn't exactly--that is to say--all right, you know. You
+see how it is," and he gazed involuntarily at the sleeping giant huddled
+on the truck.
+
+"I do not see." The brown eyes had never looked at him so coldly before,
+and their expression cut him.
+
+"I'm glad you don't," he cried, and realized that the words had taken
+him a step deeper into trouble. "It's just this way, Miss Margery--Billy
+isn't hurt or ill, but he isn't--isn't feeling quite himself, and--and
+I've got to--I've got to be with him." His voice sounded as if he were
+going to cry, but it moved the girl to no pity.
+
+"Oh!" she said, and her bewildered tone was a whole world removed from
+the bright comradeship with which she had met him. "I see--you and Billy
+have something else planned." Her face flushed suddenly. "I'm sorry I
+misunderstood about--about the theater. I wouldn't for worlds have--have
+seemed to force you to--" She stopped, embarrassed, hurt, but yet with
+her graceful dignity untouched.
+
+"Oh," the wretched Rex exclaimed impetuously, "if I could only take you
+to the theater, I'd rather than--" but the girl stopped him.
+
+"Never mind about that, please," she said, with gentle decision. "I
+must go home--when is the next boat? One is going now--good-night, Mr.
+Fairfax--no, don't come with me--I don't need you," and she was gone.
+
+Two minutes later Strong's innocent slumbers were dispersed by a vicious
+shake. "Wake up! wake up!" ordered Fairfax, restraining himself with
+difficulty from mangling the cause of his sufferings. "I've had enough,
+and we're going home, straight."
+
+Rex was mistaken about that, but Billy was cordial in agreeing with him.
+"Good idea, Recky! Howd'y' ever come to think of it? Le's go home
+straight; tha's a bully good thing to do. Le's do it. Big head on you,
+ol' boy," and yawning still, but with unperturbed good nature, Strong
+marched, a bit crookedly, arm in arm with his friend to the street.
+
+[Illustration: At every station the conductor and Rex had to reason
+with him]
+
+Rex's memory of the trip uptown on the Elevated was like an evil dream.
+Strong, after his nap, was as a giant refreshed, and his play of wit
+knew no contracting limits. There were, luckily, not many passengers
+going up at this hour, but the dozen or so on the car were regaled.
+Billy selected a seat on the floor with his broad back planted against
+the door, and at every station the conductor and Rex had to reason with
+him at length before the door could be opened. The official threatened
+as well as he could for laughing to put him off, but he threatened less
+strenuously for the sight of six feet two of muscle in magnificently fit
+condition. This lasted for half a dozen stations and then the patient
+began to play like a mountainous kitten. He took a strap on either side
+of the car and turned somersaults; he did traveling ring work with them;
+he gave a standing broad jump that would have been creditable on an
+athletic field; he had his audience screaming with laughter at an
+imitation of water polo over the back of a seat. Then, just as the fun
+was at an almost impossible point, and the conductor, highly entertained
+but worried, was considering how to get this chap arrested, Billy walked
+up to him with charming friendliness and shook hands.
+
+"One th' besh track meets I've ever had pleasure attendin', sir," he
+said genially, and sat down and relapsed into grave dignity.
+
+So he remained for five minutes, to the trembling joy of his exhausted
+guardian, but it was too good to be true. Suddenly, at Fifty-third
+Street, he spied a young woman at the other end of the car. There were
+not more than nine passengers, so that each person might have had a
+matter of half a dozen seats a piece, but Strong suddenly felt a demand
+on his politeness, and reason was nothing to him. He rose and marched
+the forty feet or so between himself and the woman, and, standing in
+front of her, lifted, with some difficulty, his hat.
+
+"Won't you take my seat, madam?" he inquired, with a smile of perfect
+courtesy.
+
+The young person was a young person of common-sense and she caught the
+situation. She flashed a reassuring glance at Rex, hovering distressed
+in the background, and shook her head at Strong politely. "No--no, thank
+you," she said; "I think I can find a seat at this end that will do
+nicely."
+
+"Madam, I insist," Strong addressed her again earnestly.
+
+"No, really," The young woman was embarrassed, for the eyes of the car
+were on her. "Thank you so much," she said finally; "I think I'd better
+stay here."
+
+Strong bent over and put a great hand lightly on her arm. "Madam, as
+gen'leman I cannot, cannot allow it. Madam, you mush take my seat.
+Pleash, madam, do not make scene. 'S pleasure to me, 'sure you--greates'
+pleasure," and beneath this courtly urgency the flushed girl walked
+shamefacedly the length of the almost empty car, and sat down in
+Strong's seat, while that soul of chivalry put his hand through a strap
+and so stood till his ministering angel extracted him from the train at
+Seventy-second Street.
+
+With a sigh of heartfelt relief, Rex put his arm in the big fellow's at
+the foot of the steps. Freedom must now be at hand, for Billy's home
+was in a great apartment building not ten minutes' walk away. The
+culprit himself seemed to realize that his fling was over.
+
+"Raished Cain t'night, didn' we, ol' pal?" he inquired, and squeezed
+Rex's guiding arm with affection. "I'll shay this for you, Rex--you may
+be soft-hearted ol' slob, you may be half-witted donkey--I'm not denyin'
+all that 'n more, but I'll shay thish--you're the bes' man to go on a
+drunk with in--in--in The'logican Sem'nary. I'm not 'xceptin' th'----"
+
+"Shut up, Billy," remarked Rex, not for the first time that night. "I'd
+get myself pulled together a bit if I were you," he advised. "You're
+going to see your family in a minute."
+
+"M' poor fam'ly!" mourned Strong, shaking his head. "M' poor fam'ly!
+Thish'll be awful blow to m' fam'ly, Recky. They all like so mush to see
+me sober--always--'s their fad, Recky. Don't blame 'em, Recky, 's
+natural to 'em. Some peop' born that way. M' poor fam'ly."
+
+They stood in front of the broad driveway which swept under lofty arches
+into the huge apartment house. Strong stopped and gazed upwards
+mournfully. "Right up there," he murmured, pointing skywards--"M'
+fam'ly." The tears were streaming down his face frankly now. "I can't
+face 'em Recky, 'n this condition you've got me in," he said more in
+sorrow than in anger. At that second the last inspiration of the evening
+caught him. Across the street arose the mighty pile of an enormous
+uptown hotel. Strong jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Go'n' break it
+to m' fam'ly by telegraph' 'em," he stated, and bitterly Rex repented of
+that thoughtless mention of the Strongs to their son and heir.
+
+Good-naturedly as he had done everything, but relentlessly, he dragged
+his victim over the way, and direct to the Western Union office of the
+hotel--"Webster's Union" he preferred to call it. His first telegram
+read:
+
+"Rex Fairfax got me drunk. Don't blame him. It's natural to him."
+
+That one was confiscated, Strong complaining gently that his friend was
+all "fads."
+
+The second message was this:
+
+"Dear Mama: Billy's intoxicated. Awfully sorry. Couldn't be helped. Home
+soon."
+
+That one went in spite of Fairfax's efforts, with two cents extra to
+pay, which item was the first event of the evening to ruffle Strong's
+temper.
+
+"Shame, shame on rich cap'talists like Webster's Union to wring two
+cents from poor drunk chap, for lil' word like 'soon'," he growled, and
+appealed to the operator. "Couldn't you let me off that two cents?" he
+asked winningly. "You're good fellow--good lookin' fellow too"--which
+was the truth. "Well, then, can I get 'em cheaper 'f I sen 'em by
+quantity? I'll do that--how many for dollar, hey?"
+
+"Five," said the grinning operator, troubled by the irregularity, but
+taken by this highly entertaining scheme of telegraphing across the
+street. And Rex, his arts exhausted in vain, watched hopelessly while,
+one after another, five telegrams were sent to The Montana, a hundred
+feet away. The first being short two of the regulation ten words. Strong
+finished with a cabalistic phrase: "Rectangular parallelopipedon."
+
+"That'll get even Webster's Union for chargin' me two cents for 'soon',"
+he chuckled. "Don't y' wish y' hadn' charged me that two cents, hey?" he
+demanded of the operator, laughing joyfully and cocking his hat over one
+ear, and the operator and two or three men who stood near could do no
+otherwise than laugh joyfully too. Strong straightened his face into a
+semblance of deep gravity. "Thish next one's important," he announced,
+and put the end of the pencil in his mouth and meditated, while his
+fascinated audience watched him. He was lost in thought for perhaps two
+minutes, and then scribbled madly, and as he ended the little bunch of
+men crowded frankly to look at what he had written. He pushed it toward
+them with charming unreserve, and the bewilderment with which it was
+read seemed to please him.
+
+"Dear Papa": it ran. "I'm Calymene Blumembachii, a trilobite, one of the
+crustaceans related to the emtomostracans, but looking more like a
+tetradecapod, but always your affectionate--Billy."
+
+He pushed it to the operator. "Split that in three," he ordered. "Don't
+want ruin the wires I'm careful 'bout wires. Big fall snow wouldn't do
+more damage 'n heavy words like that," he explained to the listening
+circle. "Think I look like tetradecapod?" he asked of them as one who
+makes conversation. "Had that in geology lesson when I was fifteen," he
+went on. "Got lodged in crack in brain and there tish t' thish day!
+Every now'n then I go 'flip,'"--he appeared to pull a light lever
+situated in his head--"'n fire it off. See? Always hit something."
+
+It was ten o'clock when, the job lot of telegrams despatched, Fairfax
+led his volcano from the hotel and headed for the apartment house. He
+expected another balk at the entrance, for his round of gaiety had come
+now to seem to him eternal--he could hardly imagine a life in which he
+was not conducting a tipsy man through a maze of experiences. So that it
+was one of the surprises of the evening when Strong entered quietly and
+with perfect deportment took his place in the elevator and got out
+again, eight floors up, with the mildness of a dove. At the door of the
+apartment came the last brief but sharp action of the campaign.
+
+"Recky," he said, taking Fairfax's shoulders in his great grasp, "no
+mother could be t' me what you've been."
+
+"I hope not," Rex responded promptly, but Strong was not to be
+side-tracked.
+
+"No mother 'n the world--not one--no sir!" he went on. His voice broke
+with feeling. "I'll nev' forget it--nev'--don't ask me to," he insisted.
+"Dear Recky--blessed old tomfool--I'm go'n kiss you good-night."
+
+"You bet you're not," said Fairfax with emphasis. "Let go of me, you
+idiot," and he tried to loosen the hands on his shoulders.
+
+But one of the most powerful men in New York had him in his grip, and
+Rex found himself suddenly folded in Billy's arms, while a chaste salute
+was planted full on his mouth. As he emerged a second later, disgusted
+and furious, from this tender embrace, the clang of the elevator twenty
+feet away caught his ear and, turning, his eyes met the astonished gaze
+of two young girls and their scornful, frowning father. At that moment
+the door of the Strongs' apartment opened, there was a vision of the
+elder Mr. Strong's distracted face, the yellow gleam of the last
+telegram in his hands, and Rex fled.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Two weeks later, a May breeze rustling through the greenness of the
+quadrangle, brushed softly the ivy-clad brick walls, and stole, like a
+runaway child to its playmate, through an open window of the Theological
+Seminary building at Chelsea Square. Entering so, it flapped suddenly at
+the white curtains as if astonished. What was this? Two muscular black
+clad arms were stretched across a table, and between them lay a brown
+head, inert, hopeless. It seemed strange that on such a May day, with
+such a May breeze, life could look dark to anything young, yet Reginald
+Fairfax, at the head of the graduating class, easily first in more than
+one way--in scholarship, in athletics, in versatility, and, more than
+all, like George Washington, "first in the hearts of his countrymen,"
+the most popular man of the Seminary--this successful and well beloved
+young person sat wretched and restless in his room and let the breeze
+blow over his prostrate head and his idle, nerveless hands. Since the
+night of the rescue of Billy Strong he had felt himself another and a
+worse man. He sent a note to his cousin the next day.
+
+"Dear Carty," it read, "For mercy sake let me alone. I know I've lost my
+chance at St. Eric's and I know you'll say it was my own fault. I don't
+want to hear either statement, so don't come near me till I hunt you up,
+which I will do when I'm fit to talk to a white man. I'm grateful,
+though you may not believe it. Yours--Rex."
+
+But the lost chance at St. Eric's, although it was coming to weigh
+heavily on his buoyant spirit, was not the worst of his troubles. The
+girl from Orange--there lay the sting. He had sent her a note as well,
+but there was little he was free to say without betraying Billy, the
+note was mostly vague expressions of regret, and Rex knew her
+clearheaded directness too well to hope that it would count for much. No
+answer had come, and, day by day, he had grown more dejected, hoping
+against hope for one.
+
+A knock--the postman's knock--and Rex started and sprang to the door.
+One letter, but he could hardly believe his glad eyes when he saw the
+address on it, for it was the handwriting which he had come to know
+well, had known well, seeing it once--her handwriting. In a moment the
+jagged-edged envelope, torn in a desperate hurry to get what it held,
+lay one side, and he was reading.
+
+"Dear Mr. Fairfax": the letter ran; "For two weeks I have been very
+unjust to you and I want to beg your pardon. Billy was here three days
+ago, and what I didn't know and what he didn't know we patched together,
+and the consequence is I want to apologize and to make up to you, if I
+can, for being so disagreeable. Billy's recollections of that night were
+disjointed, but he remembered a lot in spots, and I know now just what a
+friend you were to him and how you saved him. I think he was horrid, but
+I think you were fine--simply fine. I can't half say it in writing so
+will you please come out for over Sunday--mother says--and I'll try to
+show you how splendid I think you were. Will you? Yours sincerely"--and
+her name.
+
+Would he? Such a radiant smile shone through the little bare room that
+the May breeze, catching its light at the window, clapped gay applause
+against the flapping curtain. This was as it should be.
+
+But the breeze and the postman were not to be the only messengers of
+happiness. Steps sounded down the long, empty hall, stopped at his
+door, and Rex, a new joy of living pulsing through him, sprang again,
+almost before the knock sounded, to meet gladly what might be coming.
+His face looked out of the wide-open doorway with so bright a welcome to
+the world, that the two men who stood across the threshold smiled an
+involuntary answer.
+
+"Carty! I'm awfully glad"--and Rex stopped to put his hand out
+graciously, deferentially, to the gray-haired and distinguished man who
+stood with Carter Reed.
+
+"Judge Rush, this is my cousin, Mr. Fairfax," Reed presented him, and in
+a moment Rex's friend, the breeze, was helping hospitality on with gay
+little refreshing dashes at a warm, silvered head, as Judge Rush sat in
+the biggest chair at the big open window. He beamed upon the young man
+with interested, friendly eyes.
+
+"That's all very well about the quadrangle, Mr. Reed. It certainly is
+beautiful and like the English Universities," he broke into a sentence
+genially. "But I wish to talk to Mr. Fairfax. I've come to bring you
+the first news, Mr. Fairfax, of what you will hear officially within a
+day or two--that the vestry of St. Eric's hope you will consider a call
+to be our assistant rector." Rex's heart almost stopped beating, and his
+smile faded as he stared breathless at this portly and beneficent
+Mercury. Mercury went on "A vestry meeting was held last night in which
+this was decided upon. Your brilliant record in this seminary and other
+qualifications which have been mentioned to us by high authorities, were
+the reasons for this action which appeared upon the surface, but I want
+you to know the inner workings--I asked your cousin to bring me here
+that I might have the pleasure of telling you."
+
+It was rather warm, and the old gentleman had climbed stairs, and his
+conversation had been weighty and steady. He arrested its flow for a
+moment and took a long breath. "Don't stop," said Rex earnestly, and the
+others broke into sudden laughter.
+
+"I like that," Judge Rush sputtered, chuckling. "You're ready to let me
+kill myself, if needs be, to get the facts. All right, young man--I like
+impetuosity--it means energy. I'll go on. The facts not known to the
+public, which I wish to tell you, are as follows. After your failure to
+keep your appointment on the evening of the 7th, I was about through
+with you. I considered you careless both of your own interests and ours,
+and we began to look for another assistant. A man who fitted the place
+as you did seemed hard to find and the case was _in statu quo_ when, two
+nights ago, my son brought home young William Strong to dinner. Our
+families are old friends and Billy's father and I were chums in college,
+so the boy is at home in our house. As you probably know, he has the
+gift of telling a good story, so when he began on the events of an
+evening which you will remember----"
+
+Rex's deep laughter broke into the dignified sentences at this point.
+
+"I see you remember." Judge Rush smiled benignly. "Well, Mr. Fairfax,
+Billy made an amusing story of that evening. Only the family were at the
+table and he spared himself not at all. He had been in Orange the day
+before, and the young lady in the case had told him how you had
+protected him at your own expense--he made that funny too, but I thought
+it very fine behavior--very fine, indeed, sir." Rex's face flushed under
+this. "And as I thought the whole affair over afterwards, I not only
+understood why you had failed me, but I honored you for attempting no
+explanation, and I made up my mind that you were the man we wanted. Yes,
+sir, the man we want. A man who knows how to deal with the situations of
+to-day, with the vices of a great city, that is what we want. I consider
+tact, and broad-mindedness and self-sacrifice no small qualities for a
+minister of the gospel; and a combination of those qualities, as in you,
+I consider exceptional. So I went to this vestry meeting primed, and I
+told them we had got to have you, sir--and we've got to. You'll come?"
+
+The question was much like an order, but Rex did not mind. "Indeed, I'll
+come, Judge Rush," he said, and his manner of saying it won the last
+doubtful bit of the Judge's heart.
+
+The Sunday morning when the new assistant preached his first sermon in
+St. Eric's, there sat well back in the congregation a dark-eyed girl,
+and with her a tall and powerful young man, whose deep shoulders and
+movements, as of a well fitted machine, advertised an athlete in perfect
+form. The girl's face was rapt as she followed, her soul in her eyes,
+the clean-cut, short sermon, and when the congregation filtered slowly
+down the aisles she said not a word. But as the two turned into the
+street she spoke at last.
+
+"He is a saint, isn't he, Billy?" she asked, and drew a long breath of
+contentment.
+
+And from six-feet-two in mid-air came Billy Strong's dictum. "Margery,"
+he said, impressively, "Rex may be a parson and all that, but, to my
+mind, that's not against him; to my mind that suits his style of
+handling the gloves. There was a chap in the Bible"--Billy swallowed as
+if embarrassed--"who--who was the spit 'n' image of Rex--the good
+Samaritan chap, you know. He found a seedy one falling over himself by
+the wayside, and he called him a beast and set him up, and took him to a
+hotel or something and told the innkeeper to charge it to him, and--I
+forget the exact words, but he saw him through, don't you know? And he
+did it all in a sporty sort of way and there wasn't a word of whining or
+fussing at him because he was loaded--that was awfully white of the
+chap. Rex did more than that for me and not a syllable has he peeped
+since. And, you know, the consequence of that masterly silence is that
+I've gone on the water-wagon--yes, sir--for a year. And I'm hanged if
+I'm not going to church every Sunday. He may be a saint as you say, and
+I suppose there's no doubt but he's horrid intellectual--every man must
+have his weaknesses. But the man that's a good Samaritan and a good
+sport all in one, he's my sort, I'm for him," said Billy Strong.
+
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