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Hopkinson Smith + + + + +Felix O'Day + + + + +Chapter I + + + +Broadway on dry nights, or rather that part known +as the Great White Way, is a crowded thoroughfare, +dominated by lofty buildings, the sky-line studded +with constellations of colored signs pencilled in fire. +Broadway on wet, rain-drenched nights is the fairy +concourse of the Wonder City of the World, its asphalt +splashed with liquid jewels afloat in molten gold. + +Across this flood of frenzied brilliance surge hurrying +mobs, dodging the ceaseless traffic, trampling +underfoot the wealth of the Indies, striding through +pools of quicksilver, leaping gutters filled to the brim +with melted rubies--horse, car, and man so many +black silhouettes against a tremulous sea of light. + +Along this blinding whirl blaze the playhouses, their +wide portals aflame with crackling globes, toward which +swarm bevies of pleasure-seeking moths, their eyes +dazzled by the glare. Some with heads and throats +bare dart from costly broughams, the mountings of +their sleek, rain-varnished horses glittering in the flash +of the electric lamps. Others spring from out street +cabs. Many come by twos and threes, their skirts +held high. Still others form a line, its head lost in a +small side door. These are in drab and brown, with +worsted shawls tightly drawn across thin shoulders. +Here, too, wedged in between shabby men, the collars +of their coats muffling their chins, their backs to the +grim policeman, stand keen-eyed newsboys and ragged +street urchins, the price of a gallery seat in their tightly +closed fists. + +Soon the swash and flow of light flooding the street +and sidewalks shines the clearer. Fewer dots and +lumps of man, cab, and cart now cross its surface. +The crowd has begun to thin out. The doors of the +theatres are deserted; some flaunt signs of "Standing +Room Only." The cars still follow their routes, +lunging and pausing like huge beetles; but much of +the wheel traffic has melted, with only here and there +a cab or truck between which gold-splashed umbrellas +pick a hazardous way. + +With the breaking of the silent dawn, shadowed in +a lonely archway or on an abandoned doorstep the +wet, bedraggled body of a hapless moth is sometimes +found, her iridescent wings flattened in the mud. +Then for a brief moment a cry of protest, or scorn, +or pity goes up. The passers-by raise their hands in +anger, draw their skirts aside in horror, or kneel in +tenderness. It is the same the world over, and New +York is no better and, for that matter, no worse. + + +On one of these rain-drenched nights, some ten +years or more ago, when the streets were flooded with +jewels, and the sky-line aflame, a man in a slouch +hat, a wet mackintosh clinging to his broad shoulders, +stood close to the entrance of one of the principal +playhouses along this Great White Way. He +had kept his place since the doors were opened, his +hat-brim, pulled over his brow, his keen eye searching +every face that passed. To all appearances he was +but an idle looker-on, attracted by the beauty of +the women, and yet during all that time he had not +moved, nor had he been in the way, nor had he been +observed even by the door man, the flap of the awning +casting its shadow about him. Only once had he +strained forward, gazing intently, then again relaxed, +settling into his old position. + +Not until the last couple had hurried by, breathless +at being late, did he refasten the top button of his +mackintosh, move clear of the nook which had sheltered +him, and step out into the open. + +For an instant he glanced about him, seemed to +hesitate, as does a bit of driftwood blocked in the +current; then, with a sudden straightening of his +shoulders, he wheeled and threaded his way down-town. + +At Herald Square, he mounted with an aimless air +a flight of low steps, peered though the windows, and +listened to the crunch of the presses chewing the cud +of the day's news. When others crowded close he +stepped back to the sidewalk, raising his hat once in +apology to an elderly dame who, with head down, had +brushed him with her umbrella. + +By the time he reached 30th Street his steps had become +slower. Again he hesitated, and again with an +aimless air turned to the left, the rain still pelting his +broad shoulders, his hat pulled closer to protect his +face. No lights or color pursued him here. The fronts +of the houses were shrouded in gloom; only a hall +lantern now and then and the flare of the lamps at +the crossings, he alone and buffeting the storm--all +others behind closed doors. When Fourth Avenue +was reached he lifted his head for the first time. A +lighted window had attracted his attention--a wide, +corner window filled with battered furniture, ill- +assorted china, and dented brass--one of those popular +morgues that house the remains of decayed respectability. + +Pausing automatically, he glanced carelessly at the +contents, and was about to resume his way when he +caught sight of a small card propped against a broken +pitcher. "Choice Articles Bought and Sold--Advances +Made." + +Suddenly he stopped. Something seemed to interest +him. To make sure that he had read the card aright, +he bent closer. Evidently satisfied by his scrutiny, he +drew himself erect and moved toward the shop door +as if to enter. Through the glass he saw a man in +shirt-sleeves, packing. The sight of the man brought +another change of mind, for he stepped back and raised +his head to a big sign over the front. His face now came +into view, with its well-modelled nose and square chin-- +the features of a gentleman of both refinement and intelligence. +A man of forty--perhaps of forty-five-- +clean-shaven, a touch of gray about his temples, his +eyes shadowed by heavy brows from beneath which +now and then came a flash as brief and brilliant as an +electric spark. He might have been a civil engineer, +or some scientist, or yet an officer on half pay. + +"Otto Kling, 445 Fourth Avenue," he repeated to +himself, to make sure of the name and location. Then, +with the quick movement of a man suddenly imbued +with new purpose, he wheeled, leaped the overflowed +gutter, and walked rapidly until he reached 13th Street. +Half-way down the block he entered the shabby doorway +of an old-fashioned house, mounted to the third +floor, stepped into a small, poorly furnished bedroom +lighted by a single gas-jet, and closed the door behind +him. Lifting his wet hat from his well-rounded head, +with its smoothly brushed, closely trimmed hair--a +head that would have looked well in bronze--he raised +the edge of the bedclothes and from underneath the +narrow cot dragged out a flat, sole-leather trunk of +English make. This he unlocked with a key fastened +to a steel chain, took out the tray, felt about among +the contents, and drew out a morocco-covered dressing- +case, of good size and of evident value, bearing on its +top a silver plate inscribed with a monogram and crest. +The trunk was then relocked and shoved under the bed. + +At this moment a knock startled him. + +"Come in," he called, covering the case with a corner +of the cotton quilt. + +A bareheaded, coarse-featured woman with a black +shawl about her shoulders stood in the doorway. "I've +come for my money," she burst out, too angry for +preliminaries. "I'm gittin' tired of bein' put off. +You're two weeks behind." + +"Only two weeks? I was afraid it was worse, my +dear madame," he answered calmly, a faint smile curling +his thin lips. "You have a better head for figures +than I. But do not concern yourself. I will pay you +in the morning." + +"I've heard that before, and I'm gittin' sick of it. +You'd 'a' been out of here last week if my husband +hadn't been laid up with a lame foot." + +"I am sorry to hear about the foot. That must be +even worse than my being behind with your rent." + +"Well, it's bad enough with all I got to put up with. +Of course I don't want to be ugly," she went on, her +fierceness dying out as she noticed his unruffled calm, +"but these rooms is about all we've got, and we can't +afford to take no chances." + +"Did you suppose I would let you?" + +"Let me what?" + +"Let you take chances. When I become convinced +that I cannot pay you what I owe you, I will give you +notice in advance. I should be much more unhappy +over owing you such a debt than you could possibly +be in not getting your money." + +The answer, so unlike those to which she had been +accustomed from other delinquents, suddenly rekindled +her anger. "Will some of them friends of yours that +never show up bring you the money?" she snapped +back. + +"Have you met any of them on the stairs?" he +inquired blandly. + +"No, nor nowhere else. You been here now goin' +on three months, and there ain't come a letter, nor +nothin' by express, and no man, woman, or child has +asked for you. Kinder queer, don't you think?" + +"Yes, I do think so; and I can hardly blame you. +It IS suspicious--VERY suspicious--alarmingly so," he +rejoined with an indulgent smile. Then growing grave +again: "That will do, madame. I will send for you +when I am ready. Do not lose any sleep and do not +let your husband lose any. I will shut the door +myself." + +When the clatter of her rough shoes had ceased to +echo on the stairs he drew the dressing-case from its +hiding-place, tucked it inside his mackintosh, turned +down the gas-jet, locked the door of the room, retracing +his steps until he stood once more in front of Kling's +sign. This time he went in. + +"I am glad you are still open," he began, shaking the +wet from his coat. "I hoped you would be. You are +Mr. Kling, are you not?" + +"Yes, dot is my name. Vot can I do for you?" + +"I passed by your window a short time ago, and saw +your card, stating that advances were made on choice +articles. Would this be of any use to you?" He +took the dressing-case from under his coat and handed +it to Kling. "I am not ready to sell it--not to sell it +outright; you might, perhaps, make me a small loan +which would answer my purpose. Its value is about +sixty pounds--some three hundred dollars of your +money. At least, it cost that. It is one of Vickery's, +of London, and it is almost new." + +Kling glanced sharply at the intruder. "I don't +keep open often so late like dis. You must come in +de morning." + +"Cannot you look at it now?" + +Something in the stranger's manner appealed to the +dealer. He lowered his chin, adjusted his spectacles, +and peered over their round silver rims--a way with +him when he was making up his mind. + +"Vell, I don't mind. Let me see," and opening the +case he took out the silver-topped bottles, placing them +in a row on the counter behind which he stood. "Yes, +dot's a good vun," he continued with a grunt of approval. +"Yes--dot's London, sure enough. Yes, I +see Vickery's name--whose initials is on dese bottles? +And de arms--de lion and de vings on him--dot +come from somebody high up, ain't it? Vhere did you +get 'em?" + +"That is of no moment. What I want to know is, +will you either pay me a fair price for it or loan me a +fair sum on it?" + +"Is it yours to sell?" + +"It is." There was no trace of resentment in his +voice, nor did he show the slightest irritation at being +asked so pointed a question. + +"Vell, I don't keep a pawn-shop. I got no license, +and if I had I vouldn't do it--too much trouble all de +time. Poor vomans, dead-beats, suckers, sneak-thieves +--all kind of peoples you don't vant, to come in the +door vhen you have a pawn-shop." + +"Your sign said advances made." + +"Vich vun?" + +"The one in the window, or I would not have +troubled you." + +"Vell, dot means anyting you please. Sometimes I +get olt granfadder vatches dot vay, and olt Sheffield +plate and tings vich olt families sell vhen everybody +is gone dead. Vy do you vant to give dis away? I +vouldn't, if I vas you. You don't look like a man +vot is broke. I vill put back de bottles. You take +it home agin." + +"I would if I had any home to take it to. I am a +stranger here and am two weeks behind in the rent of +my room." + +"Is dot so? Vell, dot is too bad. Two weeks behint +and no home but a room! I vouldn't think dot to look +at you." + +"I would not either if I had the courage to look at +myself in the glass. Then you cannot help me?" + +"I don't say dot I can't. Somebody may come in. +I have lots of tings belong to peoples, and ven other +peoples come in, sometimes dey buy, and sometimes dey +don't. Sometimes only one day goes by, and sometimes +a whole year. You leave it vid me. I take care of it. +Den I get my little Masie--dat little girl of mine vot I +call Beesvings--to polish up all de bottles and make +everyting look like new." + +"Then I will come in the morning?" + +"Yes, but give me your name--someting might happen +yet, and your address. Here, write it on dis card." + +"No, that is unnecessary. I will take your word +for it." + +"But vere can I find you?" + +"I will find myself, thank you," and he strode +out into the rain. + + + + +Chapter II + + + +In the days when Otto Kling's shop-windows attracted +collectors in search of curios and battered furniture, +"The Avenue," as its denizens always called +Fourth Avenue between Madison Square Garden and +the tunnel, was a little city in itself. + +Almost all the needs of a greater one could be supplied +by the stores fronting its sidewalks. If tea, coffee, +sugar, and similar stimulating and soothing groceries +were wanted, old Bundleton, on the corner above +Kling's, in a white apron and paper cuffs, weighed them +out. If it were butter or eggs, milk, cream, or curds, +the Long Island Dairy--which was really old man +Heffern, his daughter Mary, and his boy Tom--had +them in a paper bag, or on your plate, or into your +pitcher before you could count your change. If it were +a sirloin, or lamb-chops, or Philadelphia chickens, or a +Cincinnati ham, fat Porterfield, watched over from her +desk by fat Mrs. Porterfield, dumped them on a pair +of glittering brass scales and sent them home to your +kitchen invitingly laid out in a flat wicker basket. If +it were fish--fresh, salt, smoked, or otherwise--to say +nothing of crabs, oysters, clams, and the exclusive and +expensive lobster--it was Codman, a few doors above +Porterfield's, who had them on ice, or in barrels, the +varnished claws of the lobsters thrust out like the hands +of a drowning man. + +Were it a question of drugs, there was Pestler, the +apothecary, with his four big green globes illuminated +by four big gas-jets, the joy of the children. A small +fellow this Pestler, with a round head and up-brushed +hair set on a long, thin stem of a neck, the whole growing +out of a pair of narrow shoulders, quite like a tulip +from a glass jar. + +And then there were Jarvis, the spectacle man, and +that canny Scotchman Sanderson, the florist, who knew +the difference between roses a week old and roses a +day old, and who had the rare gift of so mixing the two +vintages that hardly enough dead stock was left over +for funerals including those presided over by his fellow +conspirator Digwell, the undertaker, who lived +over his mausoleum of a back room. + +And, of course, there were the bakeshop emitting +enticing smells, mostly of currants and burnt sugar, +and the hardware store, full of nails and pocket-knives, +and old Mr. Jacobs, the tailor, who sat cross-legged +on a wide table in a room down four stone steps from +the sidewalk, and the grog-shops--more's the pity-- +one on every corner save Kling's. + +Hardly a trace is now left of any one of them, so +sudden and overwhelming has been the march of +modern progress. Even the little Peter Cooper House, +picked up bodily by that worthy philanthropist and +set down here nearly a hundred years ago, is gone, +and so are the row of musty, red-bricked houses at the +lower end of this Little City in Itself. And so are +the tenants of this musty old row, shady locksmiths +with a tendency toward skeleton keys; ingenious +upholsterers who indulged in paper-hanging on the sly; +shoemakers who did half-soling and heeling, their +day's work set to dry on the window-sill, not to mention +those addicted to the use of the piano, banjo, +or harp, as well as the wig and dress makers who +lightened the general gloom. + +And with the disappearance of these old landmarks-- +and it all took place within less than ten years--there +disappeared, also, the old family life of "The Avenue," +in which each home shared in the good-fellowship of +the whole, all of them contributing to that sane and +sustaining stratum, if we did but know it, of our civic +structure--facts that but few New Yorkers either recognize +or value. + + +On the block below Kling's in those other days +was the quaint Book Shop owned by Tim Kelsey, the +hunchback, a walking encyclopaedia of knowledge, +much of it as musty and out of date as most of his +books; while overtopping all else in importance, so far +as this story is concerned, was the shabby, old-fashioned +two-story house known the town over as the +Express Office of John and Kitty Cleary, sporting above +its narrow street-door a swinging sign informing inquirers +that trunks were carried for twenty-five cents. + +And not only trunks, but all of the movable furniture +up and down the avenue, and most of that from the +adjacent regions, found their way in and out of the +Cleary wagons. Indeed Otto Kling's confidence in +Kitty--and Kitty was really the head of the concern +--was so great that he always refused to allow any of +her rivals to carry his purchases and sales, even at a +reduced price, a temptation seldom resisted by the +economical Dutchman. + +Nor did the friendly relations end here. Not only +did Kitty's man Mike hammer up at night the rusty +iron shutters protecting Kling's side window, clean +away the snow before his store, and lend a hand in the +moving of extra-heavy pieces, but he was even known +to wash the windows and kindle a fire. + +That Mike had delayed or entirely forgotten to +hammer up these same iron shutters when the stranger +brought in the dressing-case accounted for the fact of +Otto Kling's shop having been kept open until so late. +It also accounted for the fact that when the same +stranger appeared early the next morning (Mike was +tending the store) and made his way to where the Irishman +sat he found him conning the head-lines of the +morning paper. That worthy man-of-all-work, never +having laid eyes on him before, at once made a mental +note of the intruder's well-cut English clothes, heavy +walking-shoes, and short brier-wood pipe, and, concluding +therefrom that he was a person of importance, +stretched out his hand toward the bell-rope in connection +with the breakfast-room above, at the same time +saying with great urbanity: "Take a chair, or, if yer +cold, come up near the stove. Mr. Kling will be down +in a minute. He's up-stairs eatin' his breakfast with his +little girl. I'm not his man or I'd wait on ye meself. +A little fresh, ain't it, after the wet night we had?" + +"I left a dressing-case here last night," ventured the +intruder. + +Mike's chin went out with a quick movement, his +face expressive of supreme disgust at his mistake. +"Oh, is it that? Somethin' ye had to sell? Well, then, +maybe you'd better call durin' the day." + +"No, I will wait--you need not ring. I have nothing +else to do, and Mr. Kling may have a great deal. +I take it you are from the north of Ireland, either +Londonderry or near there. Am I right?" + +"I'm from Lifford, within reach of it. How the divil +did ye know?" + +"I can tell from your brogue. How long have you +been in this country?" + +"About five years--going on six now. How long +have you been here?" + +"How long? Well--" Here he bent over the table +against which he had been leaning, selected a cup from +a group of china, turned it upside down in search of +the mark, and then, as if he had momentarily forgotten +himself, answered slowly: "Oh, not long--a few +months or so. You do not object to my looking these +over?" he asked, this time reversing a plate and subjecting +it to the same scrutiny. + +"No, so ye don't let go of 'em. Fellow come in here +last week and broke a teapot foolin' wid it." + +The visitor, without replying, continued his cool +examination of the collection, consisting of articles of +different makes and colors. Presently, gathering up +a pair of cups and saucers, he said: "These should +be in a glass case or in the safe. They are old Spode +and very rare. Ah, here is Mr. Kling! I have amused +myself, sir, in looking over part of your stock. You +seem to have undervalued these cups and saucers. +They are very rare, and if you had a full set of them +they would be almost priceless. This is old Spode," +he continued, pointing to the cipher on the bottom of +each cup. + +"Vell, I didn't tink dot ven I bought it." + +There was no greeting, no reference to their having +met before. One might have supposed that their last +talk had been uninterrupted. + +"It vas all in a lump, and der vas a soup tureen in +de lot--I don't know vot I did vid it. I tink dat's +up-stairs. Mike, you go up and ask my little girl +Masie if she can find dot big tureen vich I bought +from old Mrs. Blobbs who keeps dot old-clothes place +on Second Avenue. And you vas sure about dis +china?" + +"Very sure." + +"How do you know?" + +"From the mark." + +"Vot's it vorth?" + +"The cups and saucers would bring about two pounds +apiece in London. If there were a full dozen they +would bring a matter of fifteen or twenty pounds-- +some hundred dollars of your money." + +Kling stepped nearer and peered intently at the +stranger. "You give dot for dem?" + +The man's eyebrows narrowed. "I am not buying +cups at present," he answered, with quiet dignity, "but +they are worth what I tell you. + +"And now tell me vot dis tureen is vorth?" he asked +as Mike reappeared and set it on the table, backing +away with the remark that he'd go now, Mrs. Cleary +would be wantin' him. Kling moved the relic toward +the expert for closer examination. + +"Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Kling; I can see it. All +I can say is that the old lady must have known better +days and must have been terribly poor to have parted +with it. What, if I may ask, did you pay her for +this?" + +"Two dollars. Vas it too much?" The stranger +had suddenly become an important personage. + +"No--too little. It is old Lowestoft, and"--here he +took the lid from the dealer's hand--"yes, without a +crack or blemish--yes, old Lowestoft--worth, I should +say, ten or more pounds. They are giving large sums +for these things in London. Perhaps you have not +made a specialty of china." + +Otto had now forgotten the tureen and was scrutinizing +the speaker, wondering what kind of a man +he really was--this fellow who looked and spoke like +a person of position, knew the value of curios at sight, +and yet who had confessed the night before to being +behind with his rent and anxious to sell his belongings +to keep off the street. Then the doubt, universal in +the minds of second-hand dealers, arose. "Come along +vid me and tell me some more. Vot is dot chair?" +and he drew out a freshly varnished relic of better +days. + +The man seized the chair by the back, canted it to +see all sides of it, and was about to give his decision +when the laughter of a child and the sharp, quick bark +of a dog caused him to pause and raise his head. A +white fox-terrier with a clothes-pin tail, two scissored +ears, and two restless, shoe-button eyes, peering through +button-hole lids, followed by a little girl ten or twelve +years of age, was regarding him suspiciously. + +"He won't hurt you," cried the child. "Come back, +you naughty Fudge!" + +"I do not intend he shall," said the man, reaching +down and picking the dog up bodily by the scruff of +his neck. "What is the matter, old fellow?" he continued, +twisting the dog's head so that he could look +into his eyes. "Wanted to make a meal of me?-- +too bad. Your little daughter, of course, Mr. Kling? +A very good breed of dog, my dear young lady--just +a little nervous, and that is in his favor. Now, sir, +make your excuses to your mistress," and he placed +the terrier in her arms. + +The child lifted her face toward his in delight. Most +of the men whom Fudge attacked either shrunk out +of his way or replied to his attentions with a kick. + +"You love dogs, don't you, sir?" she asked. Fudge +was now routing his sharp nose under her chin as if +in apology for his antics. + +"I am afraid I do, and I am glad you do--they are +sometimes the best friends one has." + +"Yes," broke in Kling, "and so am I glad. Dot dog +is more as a brudder to my Masie, ain't he, Beesvings? +And now you run avay, dear, and play, and take +Fudge vid you and say 'Good morning' to Mrs. Cleary, +and maybe dot fool dog of Bobby's be home." He +stooped and kissed her, caressing her cheek with his +thumb and forefinger, as he pushed her toward the +door, and again turned to the stranger. "And now, +vot about dot chair you got in your hand?" + +"Oh, the chair! I had forgotten that you had asked. +Your little daughter drove everything else out of my +head. Let me have a closer look." He swung it +round to get a nearer view. + +"The legs--that is, three of them--are Chippendale. +The back is a nondescript of something--I cannot tell. +Perhaps from some colonial remnant." + +"Vot's it vorth?" + +"Nothing, except to sit upon." + +Otto laughed--a gurgling, chuckling laugh, his pudgy +nose wrinkling like a rabbit's. + +"Ain't dot funny!" and he rubbed his fat hands. +"Dot's true. Yes, I make it myselluf--and five oders, +vich vas sold out of a lot of olt furniture. I got two +German men down-stairs puttin' in new legs and new +backs; dey can do anyting. Nobody but you find +dot out. I guess you know 'bout dot china--I must +look into dot. Maybe some mens on Fifth Avenue buy +dot china--dey never come in here because dey tink +dey find only olt furniture. And now about dot +dressing-case. Don't you sell it. I find somebody pay +more as I can give, and you pay me for my trouble. +I lend you tventy--yes, I lend tventy-five dollars on +it. Vill dot be enough?" + +"That will be enough for a week, after I pay what +I owe." + +"Vell, den, ven dot is gone ve tink out someting else, +don't ve? I look it all over last night. It is all right-- +no breaks anyvere. And dot tventy-five only last you +a veek! Vy is dot? Vot board do you pay?" His +interest in the visitor was increasing. + +"Eight dollars with my meals, whenever my landlady +is on time." + +"Eight dollars! Dot voman's robbin' you. Eight +dollars! She is a skin!" + +"It was the best I could do," he replied simply. + +"Vot does she give you?" + +"A small bedroom, my coffee in the morning, and +my dinner--both served in my room on a tray." + +"Yes, I see; dot's it. She charge about tree dollars +for de tray. I find you someting better as dot. Kitty +Cleary has a room--you don't know Kitty? Vell, you +ought to begin right avay. Dot's vun voman you don't +ever see again. She vas in here last night, after you +left, looking for her man Mike. She take you for five +dollars a veek, maybe, and you get good tings to eat +and you get Kitty besides, and dot is vorth more as ten +dollars. She lives across de street--you can see one of +her vagons--dot big vite horse is hers, and she love dot +horse as much as she love her husband John and her +boy Bobby, all but dot fool dog of Bobby's, she don't +love him. You go over dere and tell her I sent you." + +The stranger had relighted his pipe, and was watching +the dealer clutching nervously at his spectacles, +pushing them far up on his forehead, only to readjust +them again on his nose. He had begun to detect +behind the fat, round face of the thrifty shopkeeper +a certain kindly quality. "And who may this remarkable +lady be, this Mrs. Cleary?" he inquired. + +"She ain't no lady. She is better as a hundert ladies +--she is joost a plain vomans who keeps a express office +over dere--Cleary's Express. You don't know it? +Vell, dot's your fault. Dot's her boy Bobby outside +de door. He has been up vid his fadder to de Grand +Central for some sideboards and sofas I been buyin'. +You vant to look at 'em ven dey git unloaded. They +joost ready to fall to pieces, and if I patch 'em up +nobody don't buy 'em. Vot I do is to leave 'em out +on de sidewalk for a veek or two and let de dirt and +rain get on 'em, den somebody come along and say: +'Dot is genuine. You can see right avay how olt dot +is. Dot is because de bottom is out of de sofas, and +de back of de behind of de sideboard is busted. So den I +get fifty dollars more for repairin' my own furniture. +Ain't dot funny? And ven I send it home dey say: +'Oh, ain't dot beautiful! You ought to have seen +dot ven I bought it of old Kling! You vouldn't give +two dollars for it. All he did vas to scrape it down +and revarnish it--and now it is joost as good as new.' +Ain't dot funny? Vy, sometimes I have to holt +on to my sides for fear dey vill split vid my laughter, +and my two German mens dey stuff dere fingers in +dere mouths so de customers can't hear. And all +de backs new, and de legs made outer udder legs, +and de handles I get across at de hardvare store! +Oh, I tell you, it's funny! But you know all about +it. Maybe you vunce keep a place yourself?" + +"No, never." + +"VOT!" + +"No, I have never been in your line of trade." + +"Vell, how do you know so much?" + +"I know very little, but I have always enjoyed such +things." + +"Vell, dot's more funny yet. You vould make a lot +of money if you did. Ven you get someting for nudding +you know it--I don't. You see dem--vot you +call 'em--Spodes--and dot tureen, dot--" + +"Lowestoft?" suggested the stranger, adjusting +the mouthpiece of his pipe. + +"Yes, dot Lowestoft. If you come in yesterday and +say, 'Have you any olt cups and saucers and olt soup +tureens?' I say: 'Yes--help yourselluf. Take your +pick for tventy-five cents each for de cups and saucers.' +You see, I pay nudding and I get nudding. Dot give +me an idea! How vould you like to go round de store +vid me and pick out de good vuns? Dot von't take +you long--vait a minute--I give you dat money." + +"I should not be of the slightest value, and if you are +loaning me the twenty-five dollars on any other basis +than the worth of the dressing-case, I would rather not +take it." + +"Oh, I have finished vid de loan. Vot I say I say." +He thrust his hand into a side pocket, from which +he drew a flat wallet. "And dere is de money. I give +you a receipt for de case." + +"No, I do not want any receipt. I am quite willing +you should keep it until I can either pay this back or +you can loan me some more on it." + +"Vell, den, I don't vant no receipt for de money. +Here comes a customer. Don't you go yet. I know +her. She comes most every day. She only vants to +look around. Such a lot of peoples only vants to look +around. Dey don't know vat dey vant and you never +have it. No, it ain't no customer--it's Bobby." + +The door was burst open, and a boy in a blue jumper, +his cap thrust so far back on his head that it was a +wonder it didn't fall off, cried out: + +"Say! One of the sideboards is stuck on the iron +railing and we can't get it furrards or back. Them +two weiss-beers ye got down-stairs can't lift nothin' +but full mugs. Send somebody to help." And the door +went to with a bang. + +Kling was about to call for assistance when Hans +--one of the maligned--shuffled in from the rear of +the store, carrying a wooden image very much in want +of repair. + +"Oh, dots awful good you brought dot! Set it here on +dis chair--now you go avay and help vid dem sideboards. +See here vunce, mister. You see, dey vas makin' de +altar over new, and one of de mens come to me last week +and he says: 'Mister Kling, come vid me and buy vot +ve don't vant. De school is too small, and some of de +children got no place to sit down in. Ve got to sell +sometings, and maybe now ve don't vant dem images.' +And so I buy dem two and some olt vestments dat +my Masie make so good as new, vid patches. Now, +vot can I do vid dis--?" + +Again the door was burst open, shutting off all possibility +for conversation. Bobby's voice had now +reached the volume of a fog-horn. "What do ye take +us fur out here--lobsters? Dad and I can't wait all +day. He's got to go down to Lafayette Place for a +trunk." + +Kling looked at his companion, as if to see what +effect the talk had had upon him, and broke out into a +suffocating chuckle. "Dot's vot it is all day long-- +don't you yonder I go crazy? First it is sideboards +and den it is vooden saints. Here you, Bobby! Come +inside vunce! I vant to ask you sometings." + +"Say the rest, Skeesicks," returned the boy, eying +the stranger. + +"Has your mudder got empty dot room yet?" + +"Yep--the shyster got to swearin', and the mother +wouldn't stand for it and she fired him. We ain't +keepin' no house o' refuge nor no station parlor fer +bums. Holy Moses! look at the guy that's been robbin' +a church! And see the nose on him all busted! +Have ye started them mugs?" + +Kling cleared the air with his fat hands as the boy +made for the door, and turned to his visitor once more. +"Dot boy make me deaf vid his noise like a fire-engine! +Now, vunce more. Vat shall I do vid dis image?" + +"I give it up," observed the stranger, passing his +hand over the head and down its side. "I am not +very much on saints--wooden ones, I mean. He seems +a good deal out of place here. Why buy such things at +all, and why sell them? But that, of course, is not your +point of view. I would send it back to the good father, +if I were you, and have him put it behind the altar if +he is ashamed to put it in front. Holy things belong +to holy places. But I am already taking up too much +of your time. Thank you very much for the money. +It comes at an opportune moment. I shall come in +once in a while to see you and, if you are willing, to +talk to you." + +"But you don't say nudding about Kitty's room. +Vait till--oh, dere you are, you darlin' girl! You mind +de store, Masie. Now you come vid me and I show +you de finest vomans you never see in your whole +life!" + + + + +Chapter III + + + +Kitty Cleary's wide sidewalk, littered with trunks, +and her narrow, choked-up office, its window hung +with theatre bills and chowder-party posters, all of +which were in full view of Kling's doorway, was the +half-way house of any one who had five minutes to +spare; it was inside its walls that closer greetings +awaited those who, even with the thinnest of excuses, +made bold to avail themselves of her hospitality. +Drivers from the livery-stable next door, where +Kitty kept her own two horses; the policeman on +the beat; the night-watchman from the big store +on 28th Street, just off duty, or just going on; the newsman +in the early morning, who would use her benches +on which to rearrange his deliveries--all were welcome +as long as they behaved themselves. When they did +not--and once or twice such a thing had occurred-- +she would throw wide the door and, with a quick +movement of her right thumb, order them out, a look +in her eye convincing the culprits at once that they +might better obey. + +Never a day passed but there was a pot of coffee +simmering away at the back of the kitchen stove. +Indeed, hot coffee was Kitty's standby. Many a night +when she was up late poring over her delivery book, +getting ready for the next day's work, a carriage or cab +would drive into the livery-stable next door, and she +would send her husband out to bring in the coachman. + +"Half froze, he is, waitin' outside Sherry's or Delmonico's, +and nobody thinkin' of what he suffers. Go, +git him, John, dear, and I'll stir up the fire. They +ought to be ashamed of themselves, dancin' till God +knows when--and here it is two o'clock and a string +of cabs out in the cold. Thank ye, John. In with ye, +my lad, and get something to warm ye up," and then +the rosy-cheeked, deep-breasted, cheery little woman-- +she was under forty--her eyes the brighter for her +thought, would begin pulling down cups and saucers +from her dresser, making ready not only for the "lad," +but for John and herself--and anybody else who happened +to be within call. + +The hospitalities of her family sitting-room, opening +out of the kitchen, were reserved for her intimates. +These she welcomed at any hour of the day or night, +from sunrise to sunset, and even as late as two in +the morning, if either business or pleasure necessitated +such hours. + +Tim Kelsey, the hunchback, often dropped in. Otto +Kling, after Masie was abed; Digwell, the undertaker, +quite a jolly fellow during off hours; Codman +and Porterfield, with their respective wives; and, most +welcome of all, Father Cruse, of St. Barnabas's Church +around the corner, the trusted shepherd of "The +Avenue"--a clear-skinned, well-built man, barely forty, +whose muscular body just filled his black cassock so +that it neither fell in folds nor wrinkled crosswise, and +whose fresh, ruddy face was an index of the humane, +kindly, helpful life that he led. For him Kitty could +never do enough. + +The office, sitting-room, and kitchen, however, were +not all that the expressman and his wife possessed +in the way of accommodations. Up-stairs were two +front bedrooms, one occupied by John and Kitty, and +the other by their boy Bobby, while in the extreme +rear, over the kitchen, was a single room which was +let to any respectable man who could pay for it. These +rooms were all reached by a staircase ascending from a +narrow hall entered by a separate street-door adjoining +that of the office. The door and staircase were convenient +for the lodger wishing to stumble up to bed +without disturbing his hosts--an event, however, that +seldom happened, as Kitty was generally the last person +awake in her house. + +The horses, as has been said, were kept in the livery- +stable next door--the brown mare, a recent purchase, +and the old white horse, Jim, the pride of Kitty's heart, +in a special stall. The wagons were either backed +in the shed in the rear or left overnight close to the +curb, with chains on the hind wheels. This was contrary +to regulations, and would have been so considered +but for the fact that the captain of the precinct +often got his coffee in Kitty's back kitchen, as did +Tom McGinniss, the big policeman, whose beat reached +nearly to the tunnel, both men soothing their consciences +with the argument that Kitty's job lasted so +late and began so early, sometimes a couple of hours +or so before daylight, that it was not worth while to +bother about her wagons, when everybody else was in +bed, or ought to be. + +She was smoothing old Jim's neck, crooning over him, +talking to him in her motherly way, telling him what a +ruffian he was and how ashamed she was of him for +getting the hair worn off under his collar, and he a +horse old enough to know better, Bobby's "Toodles," +an animated doormat of a dog, sniffing at her skirt, +when Otto and his friend hove in sight. + +"The top of the mornin' to ye, Otto Kling, and ye +never see a better and a finer. And what can I do for +ye?--for ye wouldn't be lavin' them gimcracks of +yours this time O'day unless there was somethin' up." + +"No, I don't got nudding you can do for me, Kitty. +It's dis gentlemans wants someting--and so I bring +him over." + +"That's mighty kind of ye, Otto--wait till I get me +book. Careful, Mike." The Irishman had just dumped +a trunk on the sidewalk, ready to be loaded on Jim's +wagon. "And now," continued his mistress, "go to +the office and bring me my order-book--where'll I go +for your baggage, sir?" + +"That is a matter I will talk about later." He had +taken her all in with a rapid glance--her rosy, laughing +face, her head covered by a close-fitting hood, the warm +shawl crossed over her full bosom and knotted in the +back, short skirt, stout shoes, and gray yarn stockings. + +"I don't care where it is--Hoboken, Brooklyn--I'll +get it. Why, we got a trunk last week clear from +Yonkers!" + +"I haven't a doubt of it, my good woman"--he +was still absorbed in the contemplation of her perfect +health and the air of breezy competency flowing +out from her, making even the morning air seem more +exhilarating--"but you may not want to go for my +two trunks." + +"Why not?" She was serious now, her brows knitting, +trying to solve his meaning. + +Kling shuffled up alongside. "It's de room he vants, +Kitty. I been tellin' him about it. Bobby says dot +odder man skipped an' you don't got nobody now. + +"Skipped! I threw him out, me and John, for +swearin' every time he stubbed his toe on the stairs," +and up went her strong arms in illustration. "And it +isn't yer trunks, but me room. Who might ye be +wantin' it for?" She had begun to weigh him carefully +in return. Up to this moment he had been to her +merely the mouthpiece of an order, to be exchanged +later for a card, or slip of paper, or a brass check. Now +he became a personality. She swept him from head to +foot with one of her "sizing-up" examinations, noticing +the refinement and thoughtfulness of his clean-shaven +face, the white teeth, and the careful trimming of his +hair, and the way it grew down on his temples, forming +a small quarter whisker. + +She noted, too, how the muscles of his face had been +tightened as if some effort at self-control had set them +into a mask, the real man lying behind his kindly eyes, +despite the quick flash that escaped from them now and +then. The inspection over--and it had occupied some +seconds of time--she renewed the inquiry in a more +searching tone, as if she had not heard him aright at +first. "And who did ye say wanted me room?" + +"I wanted it." + +"Yes, but who for?" + +"For myself." + +"What! To live in?" + +"I hope so--I certainly do not want it to die in." +A quiet smile trembled for an instant on his lips, momentarily +lightening an expression of extreme reserve. + +"You won't do no dyin' if I can help it--but ye +don't know what kind a room it is. It's not mor'n +twice as big as that wagon. And ye want it for yourself? +Well, ye don't look it!" + +"I am sorry." + +"And it's only five dollars a week, and all ye want +to eat--all we can give ye." + +"I am glad it is not more. I may not be able to pay +that for very long, but I will pay the first week in advance, +and I will pay the next one in the same way and +leave when my money is gone. Can I see the room?" + +Again she studied him. This time it was the gray +waistcoat, the well-ironed shirt and collar, English +scarf, and the blackthorn stick which he carried +balanced in the hollow of his arm. If he had been in +overalls she would not have hesitated an instant, but +she saw that this man was not of her class, nor of any +other class about her. "I don't know whether ye can +or not," came the frank reply. "I'm thinkin' about it. +You don't look as if ye were flat broke. If you're goin' +to take me room, I don't want to be watchin' ye, and I +won't! Once we know ye're clean and decent, ye can +have the run of the place and welcome to it. We had +one dead-beat here last month, and that's enough. Out +with it now! How is it that a"--she hesitated an +instant--"yes, a gentleman like you wants to live over +an express office and eat what we can give ye?" + +He made a slight movement with his right hand in +acknowledgment of the class distinction and answered +in a calm, straightforward way: "You have put it +quite correctly. I am, as you are pleased to state it, +flat broke--quite flat." + +"Well, then, how will ye pay me?" Her question, +a certain curiosity tinged by a growing interest in +for all its directness, implied no suspicion--but rather +the man. + +"I have just borrowed twenty-five dollars from Mr. +Kling on something which, for the present, I can do +without." + +"Pawned it?" + +"No, not exactly. Mr. Kling will explain." + +"It vas dot dressin'-case, Kitty, vat I showed you +last night--de vun vid dem bottles vid de silver tops-- +and dey are real--I found dot out after you vent +avay." + +Kitty's glance softened, and her voice fell to a +sympathetic tone. "Oh, that was yours, was it? I +might have known I was right about ye when I first +see ye. Ye are a gentleman, unless ye are a thief, +and I don't belave that--nor nobody can make me +belave it." + +Once more his hand was raised, and a smile flashed +from his eyes and as quickly died out. + +"That is very good of you, Mrs. Cleary. No, I am +not a thief. And now about the room. Can I see it? +But, before you answer, let me tell you that I have +only these twenty-five dollars on which I can lay my +hands. Some of this I owe to my landlady. The +balance I am quite willing to turn over to you, and +when it is all gone I will move somewhere else." He +drew a silver watch from his pocket. "You must decide +at once; it is getting late and I must be moving +on." + +Kitty squared herself, her hands on her hips--a +favorite gesture when her mind was fully made up-- +looked straight at the speaker as if to reply, then suddenly +catching sight of a strapping-looking fellow in blue +overalls, a trunk on one shoulder, a carpetbag in his +hand, called out: "John, dear, come here! I want ye. +Here, Mike! You and Bobby get that steamer baggage +out on the sidewalk, and don't be slack about it, for it +goes to Hoboken, and there may be a block in the river +and the ferry-boats behind time. Wait, I'll lend ye a +hand." + +"You'll lend nothing, Kitty Cleary! Get out of my +way," came her husband's hearty answer. "Ye hurt +yer back last week. There's men enough round here to +--stop it, I tell ye!" and he loosened her fingers from +the lifting-strap. + +"I can hist the two of ye, John! Go along wid ye!" + +"No, Kitty, darlin'--let go of it," and with a twist +of his hand and lurch of his shoulder John shot the +trunk over the edge of the wagon, tossed the bag after +it, and joined the group, the stranger absorbed in +watching the husband and wife. + +"And now the trunk's in, what's it you want, +Kitty?" asked John squeezing her plump arm, as if +in compensation for having had his way. + +"John, dear, here's a gentleman who--what's your +name?--ye haven't told me, or if ye did I've forgot it." + +"Felix O'Day." + +"Then you're Irish?" + +"I am afraid I am--at least, my ancestors were." + +"Afraid! Ye ought to be glad. I'm Irish, and so is +my John here, and Bobby, and Father Cruse, and Tom +McGinniss, the policeman, and the captain up at the +station-house--we're all Irish, except Otto, who is as +Dutch as sauerkraut! But where was I? Oh, yes! +Now, John, dear, this gentleman is on his uppers, he +says, and wants to hire our room and eat what we can +give him." + +The expressman, who stood six feet in his stockings, +looked first at his wife, then at Kling, and then at +the applicant, and broke out into a loud guffaw. +"It's a joke, Kitty. Don't let 'em fool ye. Go on, +Otto; try it somewhere else! It's my busy day. +Here, Mike!" + +"You drop Mike and listen, John! It's no joke-- +not for Mr. O'Day. You take him up-stairs and show +him what we got, and down into the kitchen and the +sitting-room and out into the yard. Come, now; +hurry! Go 'long with him, Mr. O'Day, and come back +to me when ye are through and tell me what you think +of it all. And, John, take Toodles with you and lock +him up. First thing I know I'll be tramplin' on him. +Get out, you varmint!" + +John grabbed the wad of matted hair midway between +his floppy tail and perpetually moist nose, controlled +his own features into a semblance of seriousness, +and turned to O'Day. "This way, sir--I thought it was +one of Otto's jokes. The room is only about as big +as half a box car, but it's got runnin' water in the hall, +and Kitty keeps it mighty clean. As to the grub, it +ain't what you are accustomed to, maybe, but it's +what we have ourselves, and neither of us is starvin', +as ye can see," and he thumped his chest. "No, +not the big door, sir; the little one. And there's a +key, too, for ye, when ye're out late--and ye will be +out late, or I miss my guess," and out rolled another +laugh. + +Kitty looked after the two until they disappeared +through the smaller door, then turned and faced +Kling. "I know just what's happened, Otto--a baby +a month old could see it all. That man is up against +it for the first time. He'd rather die than beg, and he'll +keep on sellin' his traps until there's nothin' left but +the clothes he stands in. He may be a duke, for all ye +know, or maybe only a plain Irish gentleman come to +grief. Them bottles ye showed me last night had arms +engraved on 'em, and his initials. I noticed partic'lar, +for I've seen them things before. My father, when +he was young, was second groom for a lord and used to +tell me about the silver in the house and the arms on the +sides of the carriages. What he's left home for the +dear God only knows; but it will come out, and when +it does it won't be what anybody thinks. And he's got +a fine way wid him, and a clear look out of his eye, and +I'll bet ye he's tellin' the truth and all of it. Here they +come now, and I'm glad they've got rid of that rag baby +of Bobby's." She turned to her husband. "And, John, +dear, don't forget that sewing-machine--oh, yes, I see, +you've got it in the wagon--go on wid ye, then!-- +Well, Mr. O'Day, how is it? Purty small and cramped, +ain't it? And there's a chair missin' that I took downstairs, +which I'll put back. And there's a cotton cover +belongs to the table. Won't suit, will it?" and a shade +of disappointment crossed her face. + +"The room will answer very well, Mrs. Cleary. +I can see the work of your deft hands in every corner. +I have been living in one much larger, but this is more +like a home. And do I get my breakfast and dinner +and the room for the pound--I mean for the five +dollars?" + +"You do, and welcome, and somethin' in the middle +of the day if ye happen to be around and hungry." + +"And can I move in to-day?" + +"Ye can." + +"Then I will go down and pay what I owe and see +about getting my boxes. And now, here is your +money," and he held out two five-dollar bills. + +Kitty stretched her two hands far behind her back, +her brown holland over-apron curving inward with +the movement. "I won't touch it; ye can have the +room and ye can keep your money. When I want it +I'll ask fer it. Now tell me where I can get your +trunks. Mike will go fer 'em and bring 'em back." + +A new, strange look shone out from the keen, searching +eyes of O'Day. His interest in the woman had +deepened. "And you have no misgivings and are sure +you will get your rent?" + +"Just as sure as I am that me name is Kitty Cleary, +and that is not altogether because you're an Irishman +but because ye are a gentleman." + +This time O'Day made her a little bow, the lines +of his face softening, his eyes sparkling with sudden +humor at her speech. He stepped forward, called +to the man who was still handling the luggage, and, +in the tone of one ordering his groom, said: "Here, +Mike!--Did you say his name was Mike?--Go, if you +please, to this address, just below Union Square-I +will write it on a card--any time to-day after six +o'clock. I will meet you there and show you the trunks +--there are two of them." Then he turned to Otto, +still standing by, a silent and absorbed spectator. + +"I have also to thank you, Mr. Kling. It was very +kind of you, and I am sure I shall be very happy here. +After I am settled I shall come over and see whether I +can be of some service to you in going through your +stock. There may be some other things that are +valuable which you have mislaid. And then, again, +I should like to see something more of your little +daughter--she is very lovable, and so is her dog." + +"Vell, vy don't you come now? Masie don't go to +school to-day, and I keep her in de shop. I been tinkin' +since you and Kitty been talkin'--Kitty don't make no +mistakes: vot Kitty says goes. Look here, Kitty, +vun minute--come close vunce--I vant to speak to +you." + +O'Day, who had been about to give a reason why he +could not "come now," and who had halted in his reply +in order to hunt his pockets for a card on which to write +his address, hearing Kling's last words, withdrew to +the office in search of both paper and pencil. + +"Now, see here, Kitty! Dot mans is a vunderful +man--de most VUNDERFUL man I have seen since I been +in 445. You know dem cups and saucers vat I bought +off dot olt vomans who came up from Baltimore? Do +you know dot two of 'em is vorth more as ten dollars? +He find dot out joost as soon as he pick 'em up, and he +find out about my chairs, and vich vas fakes and vich +vas goot. Vot you tink of my givin' him a job takin' +my old cups and my soup tureens and stuff and go sell +'em someveres? I don't got nobody since dot tam fool +of a Svede go avay. Vat you tink?" + +"He can have my room--that's what I think! You +heard what I said to him! That's all the answer you'll +get out of me, Otto Kling." + +"An' you don't tink dot he'd git avay vid de stuff +und ve haf to hunt up or down Second Avenue in the +pawn-shops to git 'em back?" + +"No, I don't!" + +"Den, by golly, I take him on, und I gif him every +veek vat he pay you in board." + +Kitty broke into one of her derisive laughs. "YOU +WILL! Ain't that good of ye? Ye'll give him enough to +starve on, that's what it is. Ye ought to be ashamed +of yourself, Otto Kling!" + +"Vell, but I don't know vat he is vurth yet." + +"Well, then, tell him so, but don't cheat him out of +everything but his bare board; and that's what ye'd be +doin'. Ye know he's pawnin' his stuff; ye know ye got +five times the worth of your money in the dressing-case +he give up to ye! See here, Otto! Before ye offer him +that five dollars a week ye better get on the other side of +big John there, where ye'll be safe, and holler it at him +over them trunks, or ye'll find yourself flat on your +back." + +"All right, Kitty, all right! Don't git oxcited. +I didn't mean nudding. I do just vat you say. I gif +him more. Oh! Here you are! Mr. O'Day, vud you +let me speak to you vun minute? Suppose dot I ask +you to come into my shop as a clerk, like, and pay you +vat I can--of course, you are new und it vill take some +time, but I can pay sometings--vud you come?" + +O'Day gave an involuntary start and from under +his heavy brows there shot a keen, questioning glance. +"What would you want me to do?" he asked evenly. + +"Vell--vait on de customers, and look over de stock, +and buy tings ven dey come in." + +"You certainly cannot be serious, Mr. Kling. You +know nothing about me. I am an entire stranger and +must continue to be. With the exception of my landlady, +who, if she knows my name, forgets it every time +she comes up for her rent, there is not a human being in +New York to whom I could apply for a reference. Are +you accustomed to pick up strangers out of the street +and take them into your shops--and your homes?" +he added, smiling at Kitty, who had been following the +conversation closely. + +"But you is a different kind of a mans." + +No answer came. The man was lost in thought. + +"Ye'd better think it over, sir," said Kitty, laying +a strong, persuasive hand on his wrist. "It's near by, +and ye can have your meals early or late as ye plaze, +and the work ain't hard. My Mike does the liftin' and +two big fat Dutchies helps." + +"But I know nothing about the business, Mrs. +Cleary--nothing about any business, for that matter. +I should only be a disappointment to Mr. Kling. I +would rather keep his friendship and look elsewhere." + +Kitty relaxed her hold of his wrist. "Then ye have +been lookin' for work?" she asked. The inquiry +sprang hot from her heart. + +"I have not, so far, but I shall have to very soon." + +She threw back her head and faced the two men. +"Ye'll look no further, Mr. O'Day. You go over to +Otto's and go to work; and it will be to-night after you +gets your things stowed away. And ye'll pay him ten +dollars a week, Otto, for the first month, and more the +second if he earns it, which he will. Now are ye all +satisfied, or shall I say it over?" + +"One moment, please, Mrs. Cleary. If I may interrupt," +he laughed, his reserve broken through at +last by the friendly interest shown by the strangers +about him, "and what will be the hours of my service?" +Then, turning to Otto: "Perhaps you, Mr. Kling, can +best tell me." + +"Vot you mean?" + +"How early must I come in the morning, and until +how late must I stay at night?" + +The dealer hesitated, then answered slowly, "In +de morning at eight o'clock, and"--but, seeing a cloud +cross O'Day's face, added: "Or maybe haf past eight +vill do." + +"And at night?" + +"Vell--you can't tell. Sometimes it is more late as +udder times--about nine o'clock ven I have packing to +do." + +O'Day shook his head. + +"Vell, den, say eight o'clock." + +Again O'Day shook his head slowly and thoughtfully +as if some insurmountable obstacle had suddenly +arisen before him. Then he said firmly: "I am afraid +I must decline your kind offer, Mr. Kling. The latest +I could stay on any evening is seven o'clock--some +days I might have to leave at six--certainly no later +than half past. I suppose you have dinner at seven, +Mrs. Cleary?" + +Kitty nodded. She was too interested in this new +phase of the situation to speak. + +"Yes, seven would have to be the hour, Mr. Kling" +said O'Day. + +"Vell, make it seven o'clock, den." + +"And if," he continued in a still more serious voice, +"I should on certain days--absent myself entirely, +would that matter?" + +Otto was being slowly driven into a corner, but he +determined not to flinch with Kitty standing by. "No, +I tink I git along vid my little Beesvings." + +O'Day studied the pavement for an instant, then +looked into space as if seeking to clear his mind of every +conflicting thought, and said at last, slowly and deliberately: +"Very well. Then I will be with you in the +morning at nine o'clock. Now, good day, Mrs. Cleary. +I know we will get on very well together, and you, +too, Mr. Kling. Thank you for your confidence." +Then, turning to the Irishman: "Don't forget, Mike, +that the street-door is open and that I'm up two flights. +You will find the number on this card." + + + + +Chapter IV + + + +The customary scene took place when Felix, late +that afternoon, handed his landlady the overdue rent. +Now that the two crisp bills which O'Day owed her +lay in her hand, she was ready to pass them back to +him if the full payment at all embarrassed him. Indeed, +she had never had a more quiet and decent +lodger, and she hoped it didn't mean he was "goin' +away," and, if she was rather sharp with him the night +before, it was because she had been "that nervous of +late." + +But Felix, ignoring her overtures, only shook his head +in a good-natured way. He would begin packing at +once, and the express wagon would be here at six. +She would know it by the white horse which the man +was driving. When his trunks were finished he would +put them outside his bedroom door, and please not +to forget his mackintosh and leather hat-case which +he would leave inside the room. + +So the packing began. First the sole-leather trunk, +from which he had taken the hapless dressing-case +the night before, was pulled out and the heavy black +tin box hauled into position and unlocked. With the +raising of the scarred and dented top a mass of letters +and papers came into view, filling the box to the brim-- +some tied with red tape, others in big envelopes. In +a corner lay some photographs--one in a gilt frame, +the edge showing clear of the tissue-paper in which +it was wrapped. This he took out and studied +long and earnestly, his lips tightly pressed together. +Retying the paper, he tucked them all back into place, +turned the key, shook the box to see that the lock held +tight, picked it up with one hand by its side handle, +and, throwing open the door, deposited it on the landing +outside. Its leather companion was then placed +beside it, the hat-case crowning the whole. + +Mike's voice was now heard in the narrow front hall. +"How fur is it up, mum? Oh, another flight! Begorra, +it's as dark as a coal-hole and about as dirty!" +This was followed by: "Oh, is that you, sor? How +many pieces have you?" + +"Only two, Mike; and the mackintosh and hat- +case," answered Felix, who had watched him stumbling +up the stairs until his red face was level with +the landing. "By the way, mind you don't lose the +rubber coat, for, although I never wear an overcoat, +this comes in well when it rains." + +"I'll never take me eyes off it. I bet ye niver bought +that down on the Bowery from a Johnny-hand-me-down!" + +"And, Mike!" + +"Yes, sor?" + +"Will you please say to Mrs. Cleary that I may not +be in to-night before eleven o'clock?" + +"Eleven! Why that's the shank o' the evenin' for +her, sor. If it was twelve, or after, she'd be up." Then +he bent forward and whispered: "I should think ye +would be glad, sor, to get out of this rookery." + +Felix nodded in assent, waited until the leather trunk +had been dumped into the wagon, watched Mike remount +the stairs until he had reached his landing, +helped him to load up the balance of his luggage--the +tin box on one shoulder, the coat over the other, the +hat-case in the free hand--and then walked back to +his empty room. Here he made a thoughtful survey +of the dismal place in which he had spent so many +months, picked up his blackthorn stick, and, leaving +the door ajar, walked slowly down-stairs, his hand on +the rail as a guide in the dark. + +"And you aren't comin' back, sir?" remarked the +landlady, who had listened for his steps. + +"That, madame, one never can tell." + +"Well, you are always welcome." + +"Thank you--good-by." + +"Good-by, sir; my husband's out or he would like +to shake your hand." + +O'Day bowed slightly and stepped into the street, his +stick under his arm, his hands hooked behind his back. +That he had no immediate purpose in view was evident +from the way he loitered along, stopping to look at +the store windows or to scrutinize the passing crowd, +each person intent on his or her special business. By +the time he had reached Broadway the upper floors +of the business buildings were dark, but the windows +of the restaurants, cigar shops, and saloons had begun +to blaze out and a throng of pleasure seekers to replace +that of the shoppers and workers. This aspect of +New York appealed to him most. There were fewer +people moving about the streets and in less of a hurry, +and he could study them the closer. + +In a cheap restaurant off Union Square he ate a spare +and inexpensive meal, whiled away an hour over the +free afternoon papers, went out to watch an audience +thronging into one of the smaller theatres, and then +boarded a down-town car. When he reached Trinity +Church the clock was striking, and, as he often did +when here at this hour, he entered the open gate and, +making his way among the shadows sat down, on a +flat tomb. The gradual transition from the glare and +rush of the up-town streets to the sombre stillness of +this ancient graveyard always seemed to him like the +shifting of films upon a screen, a replacement of the +city of the living by the city of the dead. High up +in the gloom soared the spire of the old church, its +cross lost in shadows. Still higher, their roofs melting +into the dusky blue vault, rose the great office- +buildings, crowding close as if ready to pounce upon +the small space protected only by the sacred ashes of +the dead. + +For some time he sat motionless, listening to the +muffled peals of the organ. Then the humiliating +events of the last twenty-four hours began crowding in +upon his memory: the insolent demands of his landlady; +the guarded questions of Kling when he inspected +the dressing-case; the look of doubt on both their +faces and the changes wrought in their manner and +speech when they found he was able to pay his way. +Suddenly something which up to that moment he had +held at bay gripped him. + +"It was money, then, which counted," he said to +himself, forgetting for the moment Kitty's refusal to +take it. And if money were so necessary, how long +could he earn it? Kling would soon discover how useless +he was, and then the tin box, emptied of its contents +and the last keepsake pawned or sold, the end +would come. + +None of these anxieties had ever assailed him before. +He had been like a man walking in a dream, his gaze +fixed on but one exit, regardless of the dangers besetting +his steps. Now the truth confronted him. He +had reached the limit of his resources. To hope for +much from Kling was idle. Such a situation could +not last, nor could he count for long either on the +friendship or the sympathy of the big-hearted expressman's +wife. She had been absolutely sincere, and so +had her husband, but that made it all the more incumbent +upon him to preserve his own independence +while still pursuing the one object of his life with undiminished +effort. + +A flood of light from the suddenly opened church-door, +followed by a burst of pent-up melody, recalled +him to himself. He waited until all was dark again, +rose to his feet, passed through the gate and, with a +brace of his shoulders and quickened step, walked on +into Wall Street. + +As he made his way along the deserted thoroughfare, +where but a few hours since the very air had been +charged with a nervous energy whose slightest vibration +was felt the world over, the sombre stillness of the ancient +graveyard seemed to have followed him. Save +for a private watchman slowly tramping his round and +an isolated foot-passenger hurrying to the ferry, no +soul but himself was stirring or awake except, perhaps, +behind some electric light in a lofty building where +a janitor was retiring or, lower down, some belated +bookkeeper in search of an error. + +Leaving the grim row of tall columns guarding the +front of the old custom-house, he turned his steps +in the direction of the docks, wheeled sharply to the +left, and continued up South Street until he stopped +in front of a ship-chandler's store. + +Some one was at work inside, for the rays of a lantern +shed their light over piles of old cordage and heaps of +rusty chains flanking the low entrance. + +Picking his way around some barrels of oil, he edged +along a line of boxes filled with ship's stuff until he +reached an inside office, where, beside a kerosene lamp +placed on a small desk littered with papers, sat a man +in shirt-sleeves. At the sound of O'Day's step the +occupant lifted his head and peered out. The visitor +passed through the doorway. + +"Good evening, Carlin; I hoped you would still be +up. I stopped on the way down or I should have been +here earlier." + +A man of sixty, with a ruddy, weather-beaten face +set in a half-moon of gray whiskers, the ends tied under +his chin, sprang to his feet. "Ah! Is that you, Mr. +Felix? I been a-wonderin' where you been a-keepin' +yourself. Take this chair; it's more comfortable. I +was thinkin' somehow you might come in to-night, and +so I took a shy at my bills to have somethin' to do. +I suppose"--he stopped, and in a whisper added: "I +suppose you haven't heard anything, have you?" + +"No; have you?" + +"Not a word," answered the ship-chandler gravely. + +"I thought perhaps you might have had a letter," +urged Felix. + +"Not a line of any kind," came the answer, followed +by a sidewise movement of the gray head, as if its +owner had long since abandoned hope from that +quarter. + +"Do you think anything is the matter?" + +"Nothin', or I should 'a' 'eard. My notion is that +Martha kep' on to Toronto with that sick man she +nursed on the steamer. Maybe she's got work stiddy +and isn't a-goin' to come back." + +"But she would have let you KNOW?" There was +a ring of anxiety now, tinged with a certain impatience. + +"Perhaps she would, Mr. Felix, and perhaps she +wouldn't. Since our mother died Martha gets rather +cocky sometimes. Likes to be her own boss and earn +her own living. I've often 'eard her say it before I left +'ome, and she HAS earned it, I must say--and she's got +to, same as all of us. I suppose you been keepin' it +up same as usual--trampin' and lookin'?" + +"Yes." This came as the mere stating of a fact. + +"And I suppose there ain't nothin' new--no clew-- +nothin' you can work on?" The speaker felt assured +there was not, but it might be an encouragement to +suggest its possibility. + +"No, not the slightest clew." + +"Better give it up, Mr. Felix, you're only wastin' +your time. Be worse maybe when you do come up +agin it." The ship-chandler was in earnest; every +intonation proved it. + +O'Day arose from his seat and looked down at his +companion. "That is not my way, Carlin, nor is it +yours; and I have known you since I was a boy." + +"And you are goin' to keep it up, Mr. Felix?" + +"Yes, until I know the end or reach my own." + +"Well, then, God's help go with ye!" + +Into the shadows again--past long rows of silent +warehouses, with here and there a flickering gas-lamp-- +until he reached Dover Street. He had still some work +to do up-town, and Dover Street would furnish a short +cut along the abutment of the great bridge, and so on +to the Elevated at Franklin Square. + +He was evidently familiar with its narrow, uneven +sidewalk, for he swung without hesitation into the +gloom and, with hands hooked behind his back, his +stick held, as was his custom, close to his armpit, made +his way past its shambling hovels and warehouses. +Now and then he would pause, following with his eyes +the curve of the great steel highway, carried on the +stone shoulders of successive arches, the sweep of its +lines marked by a procession of lights, its outstretched, +interlocked palms gripped close. The memory of certain +streets in London came to him--those near its +own great bridges, especially the city dump at Black- +friars and the begrimed buildings hugging the stone +knees of London Bridge, choking up the snakelike +alleys and byways leading to the Embankment. + +Crossing under the Elevated, he continued along the +side of the giant piers and wheeled into a dirt-choked, +ill-smelling street, its distant outlet a blaze of electric +lights. It was now the dead hour of the twenty-four-- +the hour before the despatch of the millions of journals, +damp from the presses. He was the only human being +in sight. + +Suddenly, when within a hundred feet of the end of +the street, a figure detached itself from a deserted +doorway. Felix caught his stick from under his armpit +as the man held out a hand. + +"Say, I want you to give me the price of a meal." + +Felix tightened his hold on the stick. The words +had conveyed a threat. + +"This is no place for you to beg. Step out where +people can see you." + +"I'm hungry, mister." He had now taken in the +width of O'Day's shoulders and the length of his forearm. +He had also seen the stick. + +Felix stepped back one pace and slipped his hand +down the blackthorn. "Move on, I tell you, where I +can look you over--quick!--I mean it." + +"I ain't much to look at." The threat was out of +his voice now. "I ain't eaten nothin' since yisterday, +mister, and I got that out of a ash-barrel. I'm up agin +it hard. Can't you see I ain't lyin'? You ain't never +starved or you'd know. You ain't--" He wavered, +his eyes glittering, edged a step nearer, and with a +quick lunge made a grab for O'Day's watch. + +Felix sidestepped with the agility of a cat, struck +straight out from the shoulder, and, with a twist of his +fingers in the tramp's neck-cloth, slammed him flat +against the wall, where he crouched, gasping for breath. +"Oh, that's it, is it?" he said calmly, loosening his +hold. + +The man raised both hands in supplication. "Don't +kill me! Listen to me--I ain't no thief--I'm desperate. +When you didn't give me nothin' and I got on to the +watch--I got crazy. I'm glad I didn't git it. I been +a-walkin' the streets for two weeks lookin' for work. +Last night I slep' in a coal-bunker down by the docks, +under the bridge, and I was goin' there agin when you +come along. I never tried to rob nobody before. Don't +run me in--let me go this time. Look into my face; +you can see for yourself I'm hungry! I'll never do it +agin. Try me, won't you?" His tears were choking +him, the elbow of his ragged sleeve pressed to his eyes. + +Felix had listened without moving, trying to make +up his mind, noting the drawn, haggard face, the +staring eyes and dry, fevered lips--all evidences of +either hunger or vice, he was uncertain which. + +Then gradually, as the man's sobs continued, there +stole over him that strange sense of kinship in pain +which comes to us at times when confronted with +another's agony. The differences between them--the +rags of the one and the well-brushed garments of the +other, the fact that one skulked with his misery in dark +alleys while the other bore his on the open highways-- +counted as nothing. He and this outcast were bound +together by the common need of those who find the +struggle overwhelming. Until that moment his own +sufferings had absorbed him. Now the throb of the +world's pain came to him and sympathies long dormant +began to stir. + +"Straighten up and let me see your face," he said +at last, intent on the tramp's abject misery. "Out +here where the full light can fall on it--that's right! +Now tell me about yourself. How long have you been +like this?" + +The man dragged himself to his feet. + +"Ever since I lost my job." The question had +calmed him. There was a note of hope in it. + +"What work did you do?" + +"I'm a plumber's helper." + +"Work stopped?" + +"No, a strike--I wouldn't quit, and they fired me." + +"What happened then?" + +"She went away." + +"Who went away?" + +"My wife." + +"When?" + +"About a month back." + +"Did you beat her?" + +"No, there was another man." + +"Younger than you?" + +"Yes." + +"How old was she?" + +"Eighteen." + +"A girl, then." + +"Yes, if you put it that way. She was all I had." + +"Have you seen her since?" + +"No, and I don't want to." + +These questions and answers had followed in rapid +succession, Felix searching for the truth and the man +trying to give it as best he could. + +With the last answer the man drew a step nearer +and, in a voice which was fast getting beyond his control, +said: "You know now, don't you? You can see +it plain as day how long it takes to make a bum of a +man when he's up agin things like that. You--" He +paused, listened intently, and sprang back, hugging the +wall. "What's that? Somebody comin'! My God! +It's a cop! Don't tell him--say you won't tell him-- +say it! SAY IT!" + +Felix gripped his wrist. "Pull yourself together and +keep still." + +The officer, who was idly swinging a club as if for +companionship along his lonely beat, stopped short. +"Any trouble, sir?" he said as soon as he had Felix's +outline and bearing clear. + +"No, thank you, officer. Only a friend of mine +who needs a little looking after. I'll take care of +him." + +"All right, sir," and he passed on down the narrow +street. + +The man gave a long breath and staggered against +the wall. Felix caught him by his trembling shoulders. +"Now, brace up. The first thing you need is something +to eat. There is a restaurant at the corner. Come with +me." + +"They won't let me in." + +"I'll take care of that." + +Felix entered first. "What is there hot this time of +night, barkeeper?" + +"Frankfurters and beans, boss." + +"Any coffee?" + +"Sure." + +"Send a double portion of each to this table," and +he pulled out a chair. "Here's a man who has missed +his dinner. Is that enough?" and he laid down a dollar +bill--one Kling had given him. + +"Forty cents change, boss." + +"Keep it, and see he gets all he wants. And now +here," he said to the tramp, "is another dollar to keep +you going," and with a shift of his stick to his left arm +Felix turned on his heel, swung back the door, and was +lost in the throng. + + +Kitty was up and waiting for him when he lifted +the hinged wooden flap which provided an entrance +for the privileged and, guided by the glow of the kerosene +lamp, turned the knob of her kitchen door. She +was close to the light, reading, the coffee-pot singing +away on the stove, the aroma of its contents filling +the room. + +"I hope I have not kept you up, Mrs. Cleary. You +had my message by Mike, did you not?" he asked +in an apologetic tone. + +"Yes, I got the message, and I got the trunks; they're +up-stairs, and if you had given Mike the keys I'd have +'em unpacked by this time and all ready for you. As to +my bein' up--I'm always up, and I got to be. John +and Mike is over to Weehawken, and Bobby's been to +the circus and just gone to bed, and I've been readin' +the mornin' paper--about the only time I get to read +it. Will ye sit down and wait till John comes in? Hold +on 'til I get ye a cup of hot coffee and--" + +"No, Mrs. Cleary. I will go to bed, if you do not +mind." + +"Oh, but the coffee will put new life into ye, and--" + +"Thanks, but it would be more likely to put it OUT +of me if it kept me awake. Can I reach my room this +way or must I go outside?" + +"Ye can go through this door--wait, I'll go wid ye +and show ye about the light and where ye'll find the +water. It's dark on the stairs and ye may stumble. +I'll go on ahead and turn up the gas in the hall," she +called back, as she mounted the steps and threw wide +his room door. "Not much of a place, is it? But ye +can get plenty of fresh air, and the bed's not bad. +Ye can see for yourself," and her stout fist sunk into its +middle. "And there's your trunks and tin chest, and +the hat-box is beside the wash-stand, and the waterproof +coat's in the closet. We have breakfast at seven +o'clock, and ye'll eat down-stairs wid me and John. +And now good night to ye." + +Felix thanked her for her attention in his simple, +straightforward way, and, closing the door upon her, +dropped into a chair. + +The night's experience had been like a sudden awakening. +His anxiety over his dwindling finances and his +disappointment over Carlin's news had been put to +flight by the suffering of the man who had tried to +rob him. There were depths, then, to which human +suffering might drive a man, depths he himself had +never imagined or reached--horrible, deadly depths, +without light or hope, benumbing the best in a man, +destroying his purposes by slow, insidious stages. + +He arose from his chair and began walking up and +down the small room, stopping now and then to inspect +a bureau drawer or to readjust one of the curtains +shading the panes of glass. In the same absent-minded +way he drew out one of the trunks, unlocked it, paused +now and then with some garment in his hand only +to awake again to consciousness and resume his task, +pushing the trunk back at last under the bed and continuing +his walk about the narrow room, always +haunted by the tramp's haggard, hopeless look. + +Again he felt the mysterious sense of kinship in +pain that wipes away all distinctions. With it, too, +there came suddenly another sense--that of an overwhelming +compassion out of which new purposes are +born to human souls. + +The encounter, then, had been both a blessing and +a warning. He would now stand guard against the +onslaught of his own sorrows while keeping up the +fight, and this with renewed vigor. He would earn +money, too, since this was so necessary, laboring with +his hands, if need be; and he would do it all with a +wide-open heart. + + + + +Chapter V + + + +If O'Day's presence was a welcome addition to +Kitty's household, it was nothing compared to the +effect produced at Kling's. Long before the month +was out he had not only earned his entire wages five +times over by the changes he had wrought in the +arrangement and classification of the stock, but he +had won the entire confidence of his employer. Otto +had surrendered when an old customer who had been +in the habit of picking up rare bits of china, Japanese +curios, and carvings at his own value had been confronted +with the necessity of either paying Felix's +price or going away without it, O'Day having promptly +quadrupled the price on a piece of old Dresden, not +only because the purchaser was compelled to have it to +complete his set but because the interview had shown +that the buyer was well aware he had obtained the +former specimens at one-fourth of their value. + +And the same discernment was shown when he was +purchasing old furniture, brass, and so-called Sheffield +plate to increase Otto's stock. If the articles offered +could still boast of either handle, leg, or back of their +original state and the price was fair, they were almost +always bought, but the line was drawn at the fraudulent +and "plugged-up" sideboards and chairs with +their legs shot full of genuine worm-holes; ancient +Oriental stuffs of the time of the early Persians (one +year out of a German loom), rare old English plate, +or undoubted George III silver, decorated with coats +of arms or initials and showing those precious little +dents only produced by long service--the whole fresh +from a Connecticut factory. These never got past +his scrutiny. While it was true, as he had told Kling, +that he knew very little in the way of trade and commerce +--nothing which would be of use to any one-- +he was a never-failing expert when it came to what +is generally known as "antiques" and "bric-a-brac." + +Masie--Kling's only child--a slender, graceful little +creature with a wealth of gold-yellow hair flying +about her pretty shoulders and a pair of blue eyes in +which were mirrored the skies of ten joyous springs, +had given her heart to him at once. She had never forgotten +his gentle treatment of her dog Fudge, whose +attack that first morning Felix had understood so well, +lifting and putting the refractory animal back in her +arms instead of driving him off with a kick. Fudge, +whose manners were improving, had not forgotten +either and was always under O'Day's feet except when +being fondled by the child. + +Until Felix came she had had no other companions, +some innate reserve keeping her from romping with the +children on the street, her sole diversion, except when +playing at home among her father's possessions or +making a visit to Kitty, being found in the books of +fairy-tales which the old hunchback, Tim Kelsey, had +lent her. At first this natural shyness had held her +aloof even from O'Day, content only to watch his face +as he answered her childish appeals. But before the +first week had passed she had slipped her hand into +his, and before the month was over her arms were +around his neck, her fresh, soft cheek against his own, +cuddling close as she poured out her heart in a continuous +flow of prattle and laughter, her father looking +on in blank amazement. + +For, while Kling loved her as most fathers love their +motherless daughters, Felix had seen at a glance that +he was either too engrossed in his business or too dense +and unimaginative to understand so winning a child. +She was Masie, "dot little girl of mine dot don't got +no mudder," or "Beesvings, who don't never be still," +but that was about as far as his notice of her went, except +sending her to school, seeing that she was fed and +clothed, and on such state occasions as Christmas, New +Year's, or birthdays, giving her meaningless little presents, +which, in most instances, were shut up in her +bureau drawers, never to be looked at again. + +Kitty, who remembered the child's mother as a girl +with a far-away look in her eyes and a voice of surprising +sweetness, always maintained that it was a +shame for Kling, who was many years her senior, to +have married the girl at all. + +"Not, John, dear, that Otto isn't a decent man, as +far as he goes," she had once said to him, when the +day's work was over and they were discussing their +neighbors, "and that honest, too, that he wouldn't get +away with a sample trunk weighing a ton if it was +nailed fast to the sidewalk, and a good friend of ours +who wouldn't go back on us, and never did. But that +wife of his, John! If she wasn't as fine as the best of +em, then I miss my guess. She got it from that father +of hers--the clock-maker that never went out in the +daytime, and hid himself in his back shop. There was +something I never understood about the two of 'em +and his killing himself when he did. Why, look at that +little Masie! Can't ye see she is no more Kling's +daughter than she is mine? Ye can't hatch out hummin'-birds +by sittin' on ducks' eggs, and that's what's +the matter over at Otto's." + +"Well, whose eggs were they?" John had inquired, +half asleep by the stove, his tired legs outstretched, +the evening paper dropping from his hand. + +"Oh, I don't say that they are not Kling's right +enough, John. Masie is his child, I know. But what +I say is that the mother is stamped all over the darling, +and that Otto can't put a finger on any part and call +it his own." + +Whether Kitty were right or wrong regarding the +mystery is no part of our story, but certain it was that +the soul of the unhappy young mother looked through +the daughter's eyes, that the sweetness of the child's +voice was hers, and the grace of every movement a +direct inheritance from one whose frail spirit had taken +so early a flight. + +To Felix this companionship, with the glimpses it +gave him of a child's heart, refreshed his own as a summer +rain does a thirsty plant. Had she been his daughter, +or his little sister, or his niece, or grandchild, a certain +sense of responsibility on his part and of filial duty +on hers would have clouded their perfect union. He +would have had matters of education to insist upon-- +perhaps of clothing and hygiene. She would have +had her secrets--hidden paths on which she wandered +alone--things she could never tell to one in authority. +As it was, bound together as they were by only a mutual +recognition, their joy in each other knew no bounds. +To Masie he was a refuge, some one who understood +every thought before she had uttered it; to O'Day she +was a never-ending and warming delight. + +And so this man of forty-five folded his arms about +this child of ten, and held her close, the opening chalice +of her budding girlhood widening hourly at his touch-- +a sight to be reverenced by every man and never to be +forgotten by one privileged to behold it. + +And with the intimacy which almost against his will +held him to the little shop, there stole into his life a +certain content. Springs long dried in his own nature +bubbled again. He felt the sudden, refreshing sense of +those who, after pent-up suffering, find the quickening +of new life within. + +Mike noticed the change in the cheery greetings and +in the passages of Irish wit with which the new clerk +welcomed him whenever be appeared in the store, and +so did Kling, and even the two Dutchies when Felix +would drop into the cellar searching for what was still +good enough to be made over new. And so did Kitty +and John and all at their home. + +Masie alone noticed nothing. To her, "Uncle Felix," +as she now called him, was always the same adorable +and comprehending companion, forever opening up to +her new vistas of interest, never too busy to answer +her questions, never too preoccupied to explain the +different objects he was handling. If she were ever in +the way, she was never made to feel it. Instead, so +gentle and considerate was he, that she grew to believe +herself his most valuable assistant, daily helping him +to arrange the various new acquisitions. + +One morning in June when they were busy over a +lot of small curios, arranging bits of jade, odd silver +watches, seals, and pinchbeck rings, in a glass case that +had been cleaned and revarnished, the door opened and +an old fellow strolled in--an odd-looking old fellow, with +snow-white hair and beard, wearing a black sombrero +and a shirt cut very low in the neck. But for a pair +of kindly eyes, which looked out at you from beneath +the brim of the hat, he might have been mistaken for +one of the dwarfs in "Rip Van Winkle." Fudge, having +now been disciplined by Felix, only sniffed at his +trousers. + +"I see an old gold frame in your window," began +the new customer. "Might I measure it?" + +"Which one, sir?" replied Felix. "There are half +a dozen of them, I believe." + +"Well; will you please come outside? And I will point +it out. It is the Florentine, there in the corner-- +perhaps a reproduction, but it looks to me like the real +thing." + +"It is a Florentine," answered Felix. "There are +two or three pictures in the Uffizi with similar frames, +if I recall them aright. Would you like a look at it?" + +"I don't want to trouble you to take it out," said the +old man apologetically. "It might not do, and I can't +afford to pay much for it anyway. But I would like +to measure it; I've got an Academy picture which I +think will just fit it, but you can't always tell. No, I +guess I'll let it go. It's all covered up, and you would +have to move everything to reach it." + +"No, I won't have to move a thing. Here, you +bunch of sunshine! Squeeze in there, Masie, dear, +and let me know how wide and high that frame is-- +the one next the glass. Take this rule." + +The child caught up the rule and, followed by Fudge, +who liked nothing so well as rummaging, crept among +the jars, mirrors, and candelabra crowding the window, +her steps as true as those of a kitten. "Twenty inches +by thirty-one--no, thirty," she laughed back, tucking +her little skirts closer to her shapely limbs so as to +clear a tiny table set out with cups and saucers. + +"You're sure it's thirty?" repeated the painter. + +"Yes, sir, thirty," and she crept back and laid the +rule in O'Day's hand. + +"Thank you, my dear young lady," bowed the old +gnome. "It is a pleasure to be served by one so obliging +and bright. And I am glad to tell you," he added, +turning to O'Day, "that it's a fit--an exact fit. I +thought I was about right. I carry things in my eye. +I bought a head once in Venice, about a foot square, +and in Spain three months afterward, on my way down +the hill leading from the Alhambra to the town, there +on a wall outside a bric-a-brac shop hung a frame which +I bought for ten francs, and when I got to Paris and +put them together, I'll be hanged if they didn't fit as +if they had been made for each other." + +"And I know the shop!" broke out Felix, to Masie's +astonishment. "It's just before you get to the small +chapel on the left." + +"By cracky, you're right! How long since you were +there?" + +"Oh, some five years now." + +"Picking up things to sell here, I suppose. Spain +used to be a great place for furniture and stuffs; I've +got a lot of them still--bought a whole chest of embroideries +once in Seville, or rather, at that hospital +where the big Murillo hangs. You must know that +picture--Moses striking water from the rock--best +thing Murillo ever did." + +Felix remembered it, and he also remembered many +of the important pictures in the Prado, especially the +great Velasquez and the two Goyas, and that head of +Ribera which hung on the line in the second gallery on +the right as you entered. And before the two enthusiasts +were aware of what was going on around +them, Masie and Fudge had slipped off to dine upstairs +with her father, Felix and the garrulous old +painter still talking--renewing their memories with a +gusto and delight unknown to the old artist for +years. + +"And now about that frame!" the gnome at last +found time to say. "I've got so little money that +I'd rather swap something for it, if you don't mind. +Come down and see my stuff! It's only in 10th +Street--not twenty minutes' walk. Maybe you can +sell some of my things for me. And bring that blessed +little girl--she's the dearest, sweetest thing I've seen +for an age. Your daughter?" + +Felix laughed gently. "No, I wish she were. She +is Mr. Kling's child." + +"And your name?" + +"O'Day." + +"Irish, of course--well, all the same, come down any +morning this week. My name is Ganger; I'm on +the fourth floor--been there twenty-two years. You'll +have to walk up--we all do. Yes, I'll expect +you." + +Kling, whom Felix consulted, began at once to demur. +He knew all about the building on 10th Street. +More than one of his old frames--part of the clearing- +out sale of some Southern homestead, the portraits +being reserved because unsalable--had resumed their +careers on the walls of the Academy as guardians and +protectors of masterpieces painted by the denizens of +this same old rattletrap, the Studio Building. Some +of its tenants, too, had had accounts with him--which +had been running for more than a year. Bridley, the +marine painter; Manners, who took pupils; Springlake, +the landscapist; and half a dozen others had been in +the habit of dropping into his shop on the lookout for +something good in Dutch cabinets at half-price, or no +price at all, until Felix, without knowing where they +had come from, had put an end to the practice. + +"Got a fellow up to Kling's who looks as if he had +been a college athlete, and knows it all. Can't fool +him for a cent," was the talk now, instead of "Keep +at the old Dutchman and you may get it. He don't +know the difference between a Chippendale sideboard +and a shelf rack from Harlem. Wait for a +rainy day and go in. He'll be feeling blue, and you'll +be sure to get it." + +Kling, therefore, when he heard some days later, +of Felix's proposed visit, began turning over his books, +looking up several past-due accounts. But Felix +would have none of it. + +"I'm going on a collecting tour, Mr. Kling, this +lovely June morning," he laughed, "but not for money. +We will look after that later on. And I will take +Masie. Come, child, get your hat. Mr. Ganger wanted +you to come, and so do I. Call Hans, Mr. Kling, +if the shop gets full. We will be back in an hour." + +"Vell, you know best," answered Kling in final surrender. +"Ven it comes to money, I know. You go +'long, little Beesvings. I mind de shop." + +"And I'll take Fudge," the child cried, "and we'll +stop at Gramercy Park." + +Fudge was out first, scampering down the street and +back again before they had well closed the door, and +Masie was as restless. "Oh, I'm just as happy as I +can be, Uncle Felix. You are always so good. I never +had any one to walk with until you came, except old +Aunty Gossberger, and she never let me look at anything." + +Days in June--joyous days with all nature brimful +with laughter--days when the air is a caress, the +sky a film of pearl and silver, and the eager mob of +bud, blossom, and leaf, having burst their bonds, are +flaunting their glories, days like these are always to +be remembered the world over. But June days about +Gramercy Park are to be marked in big Red Letters +upon the calendar of the year. For in Gramercy +Park the almanac goes to pieces. + +Everything is ahead of time. When little counter- +panes of snow are still covering the baby crocuses away +off in Central Park, down in Gramercy their pink and +yellow heads are popping up all over the enclosure. +When the big trees in Union Square are stretching their +bare arms, making ready to throw off the winter's +sleep, every tiny branch in Gramercy is wide awake +and tingling with new life. When countless dry roots +in Madison Square are still slumbering under their +blankets of straw, dreading the hour when they must +get up and go to work, hundreds of tender green fingers +in Gramercy are thrust out to the kindly sun, pleading +for a chance to be up and doing. + +And the race keeps up, Gramercy still ahead, until +the goal of summer is won, and every blessed thing +that could have burst into bloom has settled down to +enjoy the siesta of the hot season. + +Masie was never tired of watching these changes, +her wonder and delight increasing as the season +progressed. + +In the earlier weeks there had been nothing but +flower-beds covered with unsightly clods, muffled +shrubs, and bandaged vines. Then had come a blaze +of tulips, exhausting the palette. And then, but a +short time before--it seemed only yesterday--every +stretch of brown grass had lost its dull tints in a coat +of fresh paint, on which the benches, newly scrubbed, +were set, and each foot of gravelled walks had been +raked and made ready for the little tots in new straw +hats who were then trundling their hoops and would +soon be chasing their first butterflies. + +And now, on this lovely June morning, summer had +come--REAL SUMMER--for a mob of merry roses were +swarming up a trellis in a mad climb to reach its top, +the highest blossom waving its petals in triumph. + +Felix waited until she had taken it all in, her face +pressed between the bars (only the privileged possessing +a key are admitted to the gardens within), +Fudge scampering up and down, wild to get at the +two gray squirrels, which some vandal has since stolen, +and then, remembering his promise to Ganger, he +called her to him and continued his walk. + +But her morning outing was not over. He must +take her to the marble-cutter's yard, filled with all +sorts of statues, urns, benches, and columns, and show +her again the ruts and grooves cut in the big stone well-head, +and tell her once more the story of how it had +stood in an old palace in Venice, where the streets were +all water and everybody went visiting in boats. And +then she must stop at the florist's to see whether he +had any new ferns in his window, and have Felix again +explain the difference between the big and little ferns +and why the palms had such long leaves. + +She was ready now for her visit to the two old painters, +but this time Felix lingered. He had caught sight +of a garden wall in the rear of an old house, and with +his hand in hers had crossed the street to study it the +closer. The wall was surmounted by a solid, wrought- +iron railing into which some fifty years or more ago a +gardener had twisted the tendrils of a wistaria. The +iron had cut deep, and so inseparable was the embrace +that human skill could not pull them apart without +destroying them both. + +As he reached the sidewalk and got a clearer view +of the vine, tracing the weave of its interlaced +branches and tendrils, Masie noticed that he stopped +suddenly and for a moment looked away, lost in deep +thought. She caught, too, the shadow that sometimes +settled on his face, one she had seen before and wondered +over. But although her hand was still in his, +she kept silent until he spoke. + +"Look, dear Masie," he said at last, drawing her to +him, "see what happens to those who are forced into +traps! It was the big knot that held it back! And +yet it grew on!" + +Masie looked up into his thoughtful face. "Do you +think the iron hurts it, Uncle Felix?" she asked with a +sigh. + +"I shouldn't wonder; it would me," he faltered. + +"But it wasn't the vine's fault, was it?" + +"Perhaps not. Maybe when it was planted nobody +looked after it, nor cared what might happen when it +grew up. Poor wistaria! Come along, darling!" + + +At last they turned into 10th Street, Fudge scurrying +ahead to the very door of the grim building, where +a final dash brought him to Ganger's, his nose having +sniffed at every threshold they passed and into every +crack and corner of the three flights of stairs. + +Felix's own nostrils were now dilating with pleasure. +The odor of varnish and turpentine had brought back +some old memories--as perfumes do for us all. A +crumpled glove, a bunch of withered roses, the salt +breath of an outlying marsh, are often but so many +fairy wands reviving comedies and tragedies on which +the curtains of forgetfulness have been rung down +these many years. + +Something in the aroma of the place was recalling +kindred spirits across the sea, when the door was swung +wide and Ganger in a big, hearty voice, cried: + +"Mr. O'Day, is it? Oh, I am glad! And that dear +child, and-- Hello! who invited you, you restless little +devil of a dog? Come in, all of you! I've a model, but +she doesn't care and neither do I. And this, Mr. O'Day, +is my old friend, Sam Dogger--and he's no relation of +yours, you imp!"--with a bob of his grizzled head at +Fudge--"He's a landscape-painter and a good one-- +one of those Hudson River fellows--and would be a +fine one if he would stick to it. Give me that hat and +coat, my chick-a-biddy, and I'll hang them up. And +now here's a chair for you, Mr. O'Day, and please get +into it--and there's a jar full of tobacco, and if you +haven't got a pipe of your own you'll find a whole lot +of corncobs on the mantelpiece and you can help +yourself." + +O'Day had stood smiling at the painter, Masie's +hand fast in his, Fudge tiptoeing softly about, divided +between a sense of the strangeness of the place and a +certainty of mice behind the canvases. Felix knew the +old fellow's kind, and recognized the note of attempted +gayety in the voice--the bravado of the poor putting +their best, sometimes their only, foot foremost. + +"No, I won't sit down--not yet," he answered pleasantly; +"I will look around, if you will let me, and I +will try one of your pipes before I begin. What a jolly +place you have here! Don't move"--this to the model, +a slip of a girl, her eyes muffled in a lace veil, one of +Ganger's Oriental costumes about her shoulders--"I +am quite at home, my dear, and if you have been a +model any length of time you will know exactly what +that means." + +"Oh, she's my Fatima," exclaimed Ganger. "Her +real name is Jane Hoggson, and her mother does my +washing, but I call her Fatima for short. She can stop +work for the day. Get down off the platform, Jane +Hoggson, and talk to this dear little girl. You see, +Mr. O'Day, now that the art of the country has gone +to the devil and nobody wants my masterpieces, I +have become an Eastern painter, fresh from Cairo, +where I have lived for half a century--principally on +Turkish paste and pressed figs. My specialty at present +--they are all over my walls, as you can see--is +dancing-girls in silk tights or without them, just as +the tobacco shops prefer. I also do sheiks, muffled to +their eyebrows in bath towels, and with scimitars-- +like that one above the mantel. And very profitable, +too; MOST profitable, my dear sir. I get twenty doldars +for a real odalisk and fifteen for a bashi-bazouk. +I can do one about every other day, and I sell one about +every other month. As for Sam Dogger here--Sam, +what is your specialty? I said landscapes, Sam, when +Mr. O'Day came in, but you may have changed since +we have been talking." + +The wizened old gentleman thus addressed sidled +nearer. He was ten years younger than Ganger, but +his thin, bloodless hands, watery eyes, their lids edged +with red, and bald head covered by a black velvet +skull-cap made him look that much older. + +"Nat talks too much, Mr. O'Day," he piped in a +high-keyed voice. "I often tell Nat that he's got a +loose hinge in his mouth, and he ought to screw it tight +or it will choke him some day when he isn't watching. +He! He!" And a wheezy laugh filled the room. + +"Shut up, you old sardine! You don't talk enough. +If you did you'd get along better. I'll tell you, Mr. +O'Day, what Sam does. Sam's a patcher-up--a 'puttier.' +That's what he is. Sam can get more quality +out of a piece of sandpaper, a pot of varnish, and a +little glue than any man in the business. If you don't +believe it, just bring in a fake Romney, or a Gainsborough, +or some old Spanish or Italian daub with the +corners knocked off where the signature once was, or a +scrape down half a cheek, or some smear of a head, with +half the canvas bare, and put Sam to work on it, and in +a week or less out it comes just as it left the master's +easel--'Found by his widow after his death' or 'The +property of an English nobleman on whose walls it has +hung for two centuries.' By thunder! isn't it beautiful?" +He chuckled. "Wonderful how these bullfrogs of +connoisseurs swallow the dealers' flies! And here am I, +who can paint any blamed thing from a hen-coop to a +battle scene, doing signs for tobacco shops; and there is +Sam, who can do Corots and Rousseaus and Daubignys +by the yard, obliged to stick to a varnish pot and a +scraper! Damnable, isn't it? But we don't growl, do +we, Sammy? When Sammy has anything left over, +he brings half of it down to me--he lives on the floor +above--and when I get a little ahead and Sammy is +behind, I send it up to him. We are the Siamese twins, +Sammy and I, aren't we, Sam? Where are you, anyway? +Oh, he's after the dog, I see, moving the canvases +so the little beggar won't run a thumb-tack in his +paw. Sam can no more resist a dog, my dear Mr. +O'Day, than a drunkard can a rum-mill, can you, +Sam?" + +"At it again, are you, Nat?" wheezed the wizened old +gentleman, dusting his fingers as he reappeared from +behind the canvases, his watery eyes edged with a +deeper red, due to his exertions. "Don't pay any attention +to him, Mr. O'Day. What he says isn't half +true, and the half that is true isn't worth listening to. +Now tell me about that frame he's ordered. He don't +want it, and I've told him so. If you are willing to +lend it to him, he'll pay you for it when the picture is +sold, which will never be, and by that time he'll--" + +"Dry up, you old varnish pot!" shouted Ganger. +"how do you know I won't pay for it?" + +"Because your picture will never be hung--that's +why!" + +"Mr. Ganger did not want to buy it," broke in Felix, +between puffs from one of his host's corn-cob pipes. +"He wanted to exchange something for it--'swap' he +called it." + +"Oh, well," wheezed Sam, "that's another thing. +What were you going to give him in return, Nat? +Careful, now--there's not much left." + +"Oh, maybe some old stuff, Sammy. Move along, +you blessed little child--and you, too, Jane Hoggson! +You're sitting on my Venetian wedding-chest--real, +too! I bought it forty years ago in Padua. There are +some old embroideries down in the bottom, or were, +unless Sam has been in here while I-- Oh, no, here +they are! Beg pardon, Sammy, for suspecting you. +There--what do you think of these?" + +Felix bent over the pile of stuffs, which, under +Ganger's continued dumpings, was growing larger +every minute--the last to see the light being part of a +priest's Cope and two chasubles. + +"There--that is enough!" said Felix. "This chasuble +alone is worth more than the frame. We will put +the Florentine frame at ten dollars and the vestment +at fifteen. What others have you, Mr. Ganger? +There's a great demand for these things when they +are good, and these are good. Where did you get +them?" + +"Worth more than the frame? Holy Moses!" +whistled Ganger. "Why, I thought you'd want all +there was in the chest! And you say there are people +out of a lunatic asylum looking for rags like this?" +And he held up one end of the cope. + +"Yes, many of them. To me, I must say, they are +worth nothing, as I don't like the idea of mixing up +church and state. But Mr. Kling's customers do, and +if they choose to say their prayers before a chasuble +on a priest's back on Sunday and make a sofa cushion +of it the next day, that is their affair, not mine. And +now, what else? You spoke of some costumes this +morning." + +"Yes, I did speak of my costumes, but I'm afraid +they are too modern for you--I make 'em up myself. +Get up, Jane, and let Mr. O'Day see what you've got +on!" + +Jane jumped to her feet, looking less Oriental than +ever, her spangled veil having dropped about her +shoulders, her red hair and freckled face now in full +view. + +"I think her dress is beautiful, Uncle Felix," whispered +Masie. + +"Do you, sweetheart? Well, then, maybe I might +better look again. What else have you in the way of +Costumes, Mr. Ganger?" + +Dogger stepped up. "He hasn't got a single thing +worth a cent; he buys these pieces down in Elizabeth +Street, out of push-carts, and Jane Hoggson's mother +sews them together. But, my deary"--here he laid +his hand on Masie's head--"would you like to see +some REAL ONES, all-gold-and-silver lace--and satin shoes +--and big, high bonnets with feathers?" + +Masie clapped her hands in answer and began whirling +about the room, her way of telling everybody that +she was too happy to keep still. + +"Well, wait here; I won't be a minute." + +"Sam's fallen in love with her, too," muttered Ganger, +"and I don't blame him. Come here, you darling, +and let me talk to you. Do you know you are the first +little girl that's ever been inside this place for ever-- +and ever and EVER--so long? Think of that, will you? +Not one single little girl since-- Oh, well, I just can't +remember--it's such an awful long time. Dreadful, +isn't it? Hear that old Sam stumbling down-stairs! +Now let's see what he brings you." + +Dogger's arms were full. "I've a silk dress," he +puffed, "and a ruffled petticoat, and a great leghorn +hat--and just look at these feathers, and you never saw +such a pair of slippers and silk stockings! And now +let's try 'em on!" + +The child uttered a little scream of delight. "Oh, +Uncle Felix! Isn't it lovely? Can't I have them? +Please, Uncle Felix!" she cried, both hands around his +shirt collar in supplication. + +"Take 'em all, missy," shouted Sam. Then, turning +to Felix: "They belonged to an actor who hired half +of my studio and left them to pay for his rent, which +they didn't do, not by a long chalk, and-- Oh, here's +another hat--and, oh, such a lovely old cloak! Yes, +take 'em all, missy--I'm glad to get rid of 'em--before +Nat claps them on Jane and goes in for Puritan maidens +and Lady Gay Spankers. Oh, I know you, Nat! I +wouldn't trust you out of my sight! Take 'em along, +I say." He stopped and turned toward Felix again. + +"Couldn't you bring her down here once in a while, +Mr. O'Day?" he continued, a strange, pathetic note in +his wheezing voice. "Just for ten minutes, you know, +when she's out with the dog, or walking with you. +Nobody ever comes up these stairs but tramps and +book agents--even the models steer clear. It would +help a lot if you'd bring her. Wouldn't you like to +come, missy? What did you say her name was? Oh, +yes--Masie--well, my child, that's not what I'd call +you; I'd call you--well, I guess I wouldn't call you anything +but just a dear, darling little girl! Yes, that's +just what I'd call you. And you are going to let me +give them to her, aren't you, Mr. O'Day?" + +Felix grasped the old fellow's thin, dry hand in his +own strong fingers. For an instant a strange lump in +his throat clogged his speech. "Of course, I'll take the +costumes, and many thanks for your wish to make the +child happy," he answered at last. "I am rather foolish +about Masie myself; and may I tell you, Mr. Dogger, +that you are a very fine old gentleman, and that I am +delighted to have made your acquaintance, and that, +if you will permit me I shall certainly come again?" + +Dogger was about to reply when Masie, Looking up +into the wizened face, cried: "And may I put them on +when I like, if I'm very, very--oh, so VERY careful?" + +"Yes, you buttercup, and you can wear them full of +holes and do anything else you please to them, and I +won't care a mite." + +And then, with Jane Hoggson's help, he put on +Masie's own hat and coat, which Ganger had hung on +an easel, and Masie called Fudge from his mouse-hole, +and Felix shook hands first with Nat and then with +Sam, and last of all with Jane, who looked at him +askance out of one eye as she bobbed him half a +courtesy. And then everybody went out into the hall +and said good-by once more over the banisters, Felix +with the bundle under his arm, Masie throwing kisses +to the two old gnomes craning their necks over the +banisters, Fudge barking every step of the way down +the stairs. + + + + +Chapter VI + + + +The glimpse which Felix had caught of these two +poor, unappreciated old men, living contentedly from +hand to mouth, gayly propping each other up when one +or the other weakened, had strangely affected him. If, +as he reasoned, such battered hulks, stranded these +many years on the dry sands of incompetency, with no +outlook for themselves across the wide sea over which +their contemporaries were scudding with all sails set +before the wind of success--if these castaways, their +past always with them and their hoped-for future forever +out of their reach, could laugh and be merry, why +should not he carry some of their spirit into his relations +with the people among whom his lot was now +thrown? + +That these people had all been more than good to +him, and that he owed them in return something more +than common politeness now took possession of his +mind. Few such helping hands had ever been held +out to him. When they bad been, the proffered palm +had generally concealed a hidden motive. Hereafter +he would try to add what he could of his own to the +general fund of good-fellowship and good deeds. + +He would continue his nightly search--and he had +not missed a single evening--but he would return +earlier, so as to be able to spend an hour reading to +Masie before she went to bed, or with his other friends +and acquaintances of "The Avenue"--especially with +Kitty and John. He had been too unmindful of them, +getting back to his lodgings at any hour of the night, +either to let himself in by his pass-key--all the lights +out and everybody asleep--or to find only Kitty or +John, or both, at work over their accounts or waiting +up for Mike or Bobby or for one of their wagons detained +on some dock. And since Kling had raised his +salary, enabling him not only to recover his dressing- +case, which then rested on his mantel, but to take his +meals wherever he happened to be at the moment--he +had seldom dined at home--a great relief in many ways +to a man of his tastes. + +Kitty, though he did not know it, had demurred +and had talked the matter over with John, wondering +whether she had neglected his comfort. When +she had questioned him, he had settled it with a pat +on her shoulders. "Just let me have my way this +time, my dear Mrs. Cleary," he had said gently but +firmly. "I am a bad boarder and cause you no end +of trouble, for I am never on time. And please keep +the price as it is, for I don't pay you half enough for all +your goodness to me." + +Now under the impulse of his new resolution, and +rather ashamed of his former attitude in view of all +her unremitting attentions, he resumed his place at +her table. Nor did he stop here. He taught her to +broil a chop over her coal fire by removing the stove +lid--until then they had been fried--and a new way +with a rasher of bacon, using the carving-fork instead +of a pan. The clearing of the famous coffee-pot +with an egg--making the steaming mixture anew +whenever wanted instead of letting the dented old +pot simmer away all day on the back of the stove-- +was another innovation, making the evening meal just +that much more enjoyable, greatly to the delight of +the hostess, who was prouder of her boarder than of +any other human being who had come into her life, +except John and Bobby. + +These renewed intimacies opened his eyes to another +phase of the life about him, and he soon found himself +growing daily more interested in the sweet family +relations of the small household. + +"What do I care for what we haven't got," Kitty +said to him one night when some economies in the +small household were being discussed. "I'm better +off than half the women who stop at my door in their +carriages. I got two arms, and I can sleep eight hours +when I get the chance, and John loves me and so does +Bobby and so does my big white horse Jim. There +ain't one of them women as knows what it is to work +for her man and him to work for her." All the other +married couples he had seen had pulled apart, or lived +apart--mentally, at least. These two seemed bound +together heart and soul. + +More than once he contrived to stop at the Studio +Building, where both of the old fellows were almost +always to be found sitting side by side, and, picking +them up bodily, he had set them down on hard chairs +in a rathskeller on Sixth Avenue, where they had all +dined together, the old fellows warmed up with two +beers apiece. This done, he had escorted them back, +seen them safely up-stairs, and returned to his lodgings. + +It was after one of these mild diversions that, before +going to his room, he pushed open the door of the +Clearys' sitting-room with a cheery "May I come in, +Mistress Kitty?" + +"Oh, but I'm glad to see ye!" was the joyous answer. +"I was sayin' to myself: 'Maybe ye'd come in before +he went.' Here's Father Cruse I been tellin' ye about-- +and, Father, here's Mr. O'Day that's livin' wid us." + +A full-chested man of forty, in a long black cassock, +standing six feet in his stockings, his face alight with +the glow of a freshly kindled pleasure, rose from his +chair and held out his hand. "The introduction should +be quite unnecessary, Mr. O'Day," he exclaimed in +the full, sonorous voice of a man accustomed to public +speaking. "You seem to have greatly attached these +dear people to you, which in itself is enough, for there +are none better in my parish." + +Felix, who had been looking the speaker over, taking +in his thoughtful face, deep black eyes, and more especially +the heavy black eyebrows that lay straight above +them, felt himself warmed by the hearty greeting and +touched by its sincerity. "I agree with you, Father, +in your praise of them," he said as he grasped the +priest's hand. "They have been everything to me since +my sojourn among them. And, if I am not mistaken, +you and I have something else in common. My people +are from Limerick." + +"And mine from Cork," laughed the priest as he +waved his hand toward his empty chair, adding: "Let +me move it nearer the table." + +"No, I will take my old seat, if you do not mind. +Please do not move, Mr. Cleary; I am near enough." + +"And are you an importation, Father, like myself?" +continued Felix, shifting the rocker for a better view +of the priest. + +"No. I am only an Irishman by inheritance. I was +brought up on the soil, born down in Greenwich village +--and a very queer old part of the town it is. Strange +to say, there are very few changes along its streets +since my boyhood. I found the other day the very +slanting cellar door I used to slide on when I was so +high! Do you know Greenwich?" + +He was sitting upright as he spoke, his hands hidden +in the folds of his black cassock, wondering meanwhile +what was causing the deep lines on the brow of this +high-bred, courteous man, and the anxious look in the +deep-set eyes. As priest he had looked into many +others, framed in the side window of the confessional-- +the most wonderful of all schools for studying human +nature--but few like those of the man before him; +eyes so clear and sincere, yet shadowed by what the +priest vaguely felt was some overwhelming sorrow. + +"Oh, yes, I know it as I know most of New York," +Felix was saying; "it is close to Jefferson Market and +full of small houses, where I should think people could +live very cheaply"; adding, with a sigh, "I have +walked a great deal about your city," and as suddenly +checked himself, as if the mere statement might lead +to discussion. + +Kitty, who had been darning one of John's gray +yarn stockings--the needle was still between her thumb +and forefinger--leaned forward. "That's the matter +with him, Father, and he'll never be happy until he +stops it," she cried. "He don't do nothin' but tramp +the streets until I think he'd get that tired he'd go to +sleep standin' up." + +Felix turned toward her. "And why not, Mrs. +Cleary?" he asked with a smile. "How can I learn +anything about this great metropolis unless I see it +for myself?" + +"But it's all Sunday and every night! I get that +worried about ye sometimes, I'm ready to cry. And +ye won't listen to a thing I say! I been waitin' for +Father Cruse to get hold of ye, and I'm goin' to say +what's in my mind." Here she looked appealingly to +the priest. "Now, ye just talk to him, Father, won't +ye, please?" + +The priest, laughing heartily, raised his protesting +hands toward her. "If he fails to heed you, Mrs. +Cleary, he certainly won't listen to me. What do you +say for yourself, Mr. O'Day?" + +Felix twisted his head until he could address his +words more directly to his hostess. "Please keep on +scolding me, my dear Mrs. Cleary. I love to hear you. +But there is Father Cruse, why not sympathize with +him? He tramps to some purpose. I am only the +Wandering Jew, who does it for exercise." + +Kitty held the point of the darning-needle straight +out toward Felix. "But why must you do it Sundays, +Mr. O'Day? That's what I want to know." + +"But Sunday is my holiday." + +"Yes, and there's early mass. Ye'd think he'd come, +wouldn't ye, Father?" + +One of O'Day's low, murmuring laughs, that always +sounded as if he had grown unaccustomed to letting +the whole of it pass his lips, filtered through the room. + +"You see what a heathen I am, Father," he exclaimed. +"But I am going to turn over a new leaf. I shall honor +myself by visiting St. Barnabas's some day very soon, +and shall sit in the front pew--or, perhaps, in yours, +Mrs. Cleary, if you will let me--now that I know who +officiates," and he inclined his head graciously toward +the priest. "I hope the service is not always in the +morning!" + +"Oh, no, we have a service very often at night, sometimes +at eight o'clock." + +"And how long does that last?" + +"Perhaps an hour." + +"And so if I should come at eight and wait until you +are free, you could give me, perhaps, another hour of +yourself?" + +"Yes, and with the greatest pleasure. But why at +those hours?" asked the priest with some curiosity. + +"Because I am very busy at other times. But I want +to be quite frank. If I come, it will not be because I +need your service, but because I shall want to see YOU. +Your church is not my church, and never has been, but +your people--especially your priests--have always had +my admiration and respect. I have known many of +your brethren in my time. One in particular, who is +now very old--a dear abbe, living in Paris. Heaven +is made up of just such saints." + +The priest clasped his hands together. "We have +many such, sir," he replied solemnly. The acknowledgment +came reverently, with a gleam that shone from +under the heavy brows. + +Felix caught its brilliance, and the sense of a certain +bigness in the man passed through him. He had been +prepared for his quiet, well-bred dignity. All the +priests he had known were thoroughbreds in their manner +and bearing; their self-imposed restraint, self-effacement, +absence of all unnecessary gesture, and +modulated voices had made them so; but the warmth +of this one's underlying nature was as unexpected as +it was pleasurable. + +"Yes, you have many such," O'Day repeated simply +after a slight pause during which his thoughts seemed +to have wandered afar. "And now tell me," he +asked, rousing himself to renewed interest, "where +your work lies--your real work, I mean. The mass is +your rest." + +The priest turned quickly. He wondered if there +were a purpose behind the question. "Oh, among my +people," he answered, the slow, even, non-committal +tones belying the eagerness of his gesture. + +"Yes, I know; but go on. This is a great city-- +greater than I had ever supposed--greater, in many +ways, than London. The luxury and waste are appalling; +the misery is more appalling still. What sort of +men and women do you put your hands on?" + +"Here are some of them," answered the priest, his +forefinger pointing to Kitty and John. + +"We could all of us do without churches and priests," +ventured Felix, his eyes kindling, "if your parishioners +were as good as these dear people." + +"Well, there's Bobby," laughed the priest, his face +turned toward the boy, who was sound asleep in his +chair, Toodles, the door-mat of a dog, sprawled at his +feet. + +"And are there no others, Father Cruse?" + +The priest, now convinced of a hidden meaning in +the insistent tones, grew suddenly grave, and laid his +hand on O'Day's knee. "Come and see me some time, +and I will tell you. My district runs from Fifth Avenue +to the East River, from the homes of the rich to the +haunts of the poor, and there is no form of vice and no +depth of suffering the world over that does not knock +daily at my study door. Do not let us talk about it +here. Perhaps some day we may work together, if you +are willing." + +Kitty, who had been listening, her heart throbbing +with pride over Felix, who had held his own with her +beloved priest, and still fearing that the talk would lead +away from what was uppermost in her mind--O'Day's +welfare--now sprang from her chair before Felix could +reply. "Of course he'll come, Father, once he's seen +ye." + +"Yes, I will," answered Felix cordially. "And it +will not be very long either, Father. And now I must +say good night. It has been a real pleasure to meet +you. You have been a most kindly grindstone to a +very dull and useless knife, and I am greatly sharpened +up. After all, I think we both agree that it is rather +difficult to keep anything bright very long unless you +rub it against something still brighter and keener. +Thank you again, Father," and with a pat of his fingers +on Kitty's shoulder as he passed, and a good night to +John, he left the room on his way to his chamber above. + +Kitty waited until the sound of O'Day's footsteps +told her that he had reached the top of the stairs and +then turned to the priest. "Well, what do ye think of +him? Have I told ye too much? Did ye ever know the +beat of a man like that, livin' in a place like this and +eatin' at my table, and never a word of complaint out +o' him, and everybody lovin' him the moment they +clap their two eyes on him?" + +The priest made no immediate answer. For some +seconds he gazed into the fire, then looked at John as +if about to seek some further enlightenment, but changing +his mind faced Kitty. "Is his mail sent here?" + +"What? His letters?" + +"Yes." + +"He don't have any--not one since he's been wid us." + +"Anybody come to see him?" + +"Niver a soul." + +The priest ruminated for a moment more, and then +said slowly, as if his mind were made up: "It does not +matter; somebody or something has hurt him, and he +has gone off to die by himself. In the old days such men +sought the monasteries; to-day they try to lose themselves +in the crowd." + +Again he ruminated, the delicate antennae of his +hands meeting each other at the tips. + +"A most extraordinary case," he said at last. "No +malice, no bitterness--yet eating his heart out. Pitiful, +really; and the worst thing about it is that you can't +help him, for his secret will die with him. Bring him +to me sometime, and let me know before you come so +I may be at home." + +"You don't think there's anything crooked about +him, Father, do you?" said John, who had sat tilted +back against the wall and now brought the front legs +of his chair to the floor with a bang. + +"What do you mean by crooked. John?" asked the +priest. + +"Well, he blew in here from nowheres, bringin' a +couple of trunks and a hat-box, and not much in 'em, +from what Kitty says. And he might blow out again +some fine night, leavin' his own full of bricks, carting +off instead some I keep on storage for my customers, +full of God knows what!--but somethin' that's worth +money, or they wouldn't have me take care of 'em. +There ain't nothin' to prevent him, for he's got the +run of the place day and night. And Kitty's that dead +stuck on him she'll believe anything he says." + +Kitty wheeled around in her seat, her big strong fist +tightly clinched. "Hold your tongue, John Cleary!" +she cried indignantly. "I'd knock any man down-- +I don't care how big he was--that would be a-sayin' +that of ye without somethin' to back it up, and that's +what'll happen to ye if ye don't mend your manners. +Can't ye see, Father, that Mr. Felix O'Day is the real +thing, and no sham about him? I do, and Kling does, +and so does that darlin' Masie, and every man, woman, +and child around here that can get their hands on him +or a word wid him. Shame on ye, John! Tell him so, +Father Cruse!" + +The priest kept silent, waiting until the slight family +squall--never very long nor serious between John and +Kitty--had spent itself. + +"Well, I'm not sayin' anything against Mr. O'Day, +Kitty," broke in John. "I'm only askin' for information. +What do you think of him, Father? What's he +up to, anyhow? There ain't any of 'em can fool ye. +I don't want to watch him--I ain't got no time--and +I won't if he's all right." + +The priest rose from his chair and stood looking +down at Kitty, his hands clasped behind his back. +"You believe in him, do you not?" + +"I do--up to the handle-and I don't care who +knows it!" + +"Then I would not worry, John Cleary, if I were you." + +"Well, what does she know about it, Father?" + +"What every good woman always knows about +every good man. And now I must go." + + + + +Chapter VII + + + +As was to be expected, Kitty's first words to O'Day +on the following morning related to his meeting with +Father Cruse. "Ye'll not find a better man anywhere," +she had said to him, "and there ain't a trouble +he can't cure." + +Felix had smiled at her enthusiasm for her idol and +comforted her by saying that it had given him distinct +pleasure to meet him, adding: "A big man with a big +soul, that priest of yours, Mistress Kitty. I begin to +see now why you and your husband lead such human +lives. Yes--a fine man." + +But no closer intimacy ensued, nor did he pursue +the acquaintance--not even on the following Sunday, +when Kitty urged him, almost to importunity, to go +and hear the Father say mass. He was not ready as +yet, he said to himself, for friendships among men of +his own intellectual caliber. In the future he might +decide otherwise. For the present, at least, he meant +to find whatever peace and comfort he could among +the simple people immediately around him--meagrely +educated, often strangely narrow-minded, but possessing +qualities which every day aroused in him a +profounder admiration. + +With the quick discernment of the man of the world +--one to whom many climes and many people were +familiar--he had begun to discover for himself that +this great middle class was really the backbone of the +whole civil structure about him, its self-restraint, +sanity, and cleanliness marking the normal in the +tide-gauge of the city's activities; the hysteria of the +rich and the despair of the poor being the two extremes. + +Here, as he repeatedly observed, were men absorbed +in their several humble occupations, proud of their +successes, helpful of those who fell by the wayside, +good citizens and good friends, honest in their business +relations, each one going about his appointed task and +leaving the other fellow unmolested in his. Here, too, +were women, good mothers to their children and good +wives to their husbands, untiring helpmates, regarding +their responsibilities as mutual, and untroubled as yet +by thoughts of their own individual identities or what +their respective husbands owed to them. + +This was why, instead of renewing his acquaintance +with Father Cruse, he preferred to halt for a few +minutes' talk with some one of Kitty's neighbors +--it might be the liveryman next door who had been +forty years on the Avenue, or one of the shopkeepers +near by, most of whom were welcome to Kitty's +sitting-room and kitchen, and all of whom had shared +her coffee. Or it might be that he would call at Digwell's, +whose undertaker's shop was across the way and +whose door was always open, the gas burning as befitted +one liable to be called upon at any hour of the +day or night; or perhaps he would pass the time of +day with Pestler, the druggist; or give ten minutes +to Porterfield, listening to his talk about the growing +prices of meat. + +Had you asked his former associates why a man of +O'Day's intelligence should have cultivated the acquaintance +of an undertaker like Digwell, for instance, +whose face was a tombstone, his movements when on +duty those of a crow stepping across wet places in a +cornfield, they would have shaken their heads in disparaging +wonder. Had you asked Felix he would have +answered with a smile: "Why to hear Digwell laugh!" +And then, warming to his subject, he would have told +you what a very jolly person Digwell really was, if +you were fortunate enough to find him unoccupied in +his private den, way back in the rear of his shop. +How he had entertained him by the hour with anecdotes +of his early life when he was captain of a baseball +team, and what fun he had gotten out of it, and +did still, when he could sneak away to help pack the +benches. + +Had you inquired about Pestler, the druggist, there +would have followed some such reply as: "Pestler? Did +you say? Because Pestler is one of the most surprising +men I know. He has kept that same shop, he tells me, +for twenty-two years. Of course, he knows only a +very little about drugs--just enough to keep him out +of the hands of the police--but then none of you are +aware, perhaps, that Pestler is also a student? You +might think, when you saw only the top of his fuzzy, +half-bald head sticking up above the wooden partition, +that he was putting up a prescription, but you +would be wrong. What he is really doing, with the aid +of his microscope, is dissecting bugs, and pasting them +on glass slides for use in the public schools. And he +plays the violin--and very well, too! He often entertains +me with his music." + +Sanderson, the florist, was another denizen who interested +him. To look at Sanderson tying ribbons on +funeral wreaths, no one would ever have supposed that +there was rarely a first night at the opera at which he +was not present, paying for his ticket, too, and rather +despising Pestler, who got his theatre tickets free because +he allowed the managers the use of his windows +for advertisements. Felix forgave even his frozen +roses whenever the Scotchman, having found a sympathetic +listener, launched out upon his earlier experiences +among opera stars, especially his acquaintance +with Patti, whom he had known before she became +great and whom he always spoke of as devotees do of +the Madonna--with bated breath and a sigh of despair +that he would never hear her again. + +Then, too, there was Codman. O'Day was always +enthusiastic over Codman. "I have taken a great +fancy to that fishmonger, and a fine fellow he is," he +said one night to Kitty and John. "His shop was shut +when I first called on him, but he was good enough +to open it at my knock, and I have just spent half an +hour, and a very delightful half-hour, watching him +handle the sea food, as he calls it, in his big refrigerator. +I got a look, too, at his chest and his arms, and +at his pretty wife and children. She is really the best +type of the two. American, you say, both of them, +and a fine pair they are, and he tells me he pulled a +surf-boat in your coast-guard when he was a lad of +twenty, then took up fishing, and then went into +Fulton Market, helping at a stall, and now he is up +here with two delivery wagons and four assistants and +is a member of a fish union, whatever that is. It's +astonishing! And yet I have met him many a time +pushing his baby-carriage around the block." + +"Yes," Kitty answered, putting on a shovel of coal, +"and I'll lay ye a wager, Mr. O'Day, that Polly Codman +will be drivin' through Central Park in her carriage +before five years is out; and she deserves it, for +there ain't a finer woman from here to the Battery." + +"I am quite sure of it, Mistress Kitty. That is where +the American comes in--or, perhaps it is the New +Yorker. I have not been here long enough to find +out." + +Of all these neighbors, however, it was Timothy Kelsey, +the hunchback, largely because of his misfortunes +and especially because of his vivid contrast to all the +others, who appealed to him most. Tim, as has been +said, kept the second-hand book-shop, half-way down +the block on the opposite side of the street. He was but +a year or two older than O'Day, but you would never +have supposed it had Tim not told you--and not then +unless you had looked close and followed the lines of +care deep cut in his face and the wrinkles that crowded +close to his deep, hollowed-out eyes. When he was a +boy of two, his sister, a girl of six, had let him drop +to the sidewalk, and he had never since straightened +his back. The customary outlets by which fully +equipped men earn their living having been denied +Tim, he had passed his boyhood days in one of the +small, down-town libraries cataloguing the books. +With this came the opportunity to attend the auction +sales when some rare volume was to be bid for, he representing +the library. A small shop of his own followed +in the lower part of the town, and then the one +a little below Kling's, where he lived alone with only +a caretaker to look after his wants. + +Kelsey had arrived one morning shortly after Felix +had entered Kling's service, carrying a heavily bound +book which he laid on a glass case under Otto's nose. +"Take a look at it, Otto," he said, after pausing a moment +to get his breath, the volume being heavy. +"There is more brass than leather on the outside, and +more paint than text on the inside. I have two others +from the same collection. It is in your line rather than +in mine, I take it. What do you think of it? Could +you sell it?" + +Kling dropped his glasses from his forehead to the +bridge of his flat nose. "Vell! Dot is a funny-looking +book, Tim. Dot is awful old, you know." + +"Yes, seventeenth century, I think," replied Tim. + +"Vot you tink, Mr. O'Day? Ain't dot a k'veer book? +Oh, you don't have met my new clerk, have you, Tim? +Vell dot's funny, for he lives over at Kitty's. Vell, dis +is him--Mr. Felix O'Day. Tim Kelsey is an olt friend +of mine, Mr. O'Day. You must have seen dot k'veer +shop vich falls down into de cellar from de sidevalk-- +vell, dat's Tim's." + +Felix smiled good-naturedly, bowed to Kelsey, and +taking the huge, brass-bound volume in his hands, +passed his fingers gently across the leather and then +over the heavy clamps, turning the book to the light +of the window so as to examine the chasing the closer. +Tim, who had been watching him, remarked the ease +with which he handled the volume and the care with +which he ran his eye along the edges of the inside of +the back before. paying the slightest attention to the +quality of the vellum or to the title-page. + +"Did you say you thought it was seventeenth century, +Mr. Kelsey?" Felix asked thoughtfully. + +"Yes, I should say so." + +"I would put it somewhat earlier. The binding is +wholly tool-work, much older than the brasses, which, +I think, have been renewed--at least the clamps-- +certainly one of them is of a later period. The vellum +and the illuminated text"--again he scrutinized the +title-page, this time turning a few of the inside leaves-- +"is before Gutenberg's time. Handwork, of course, +by some old monk. Very curious and very interesting. +And you say there are two others like this one?" + +The hunchback, whose big, shaggy head reached but +a very little above the case over which the colloquy was +taking place, stretched himself upon his toes as if to see +Felix the better. "You seem to know something of +books, sir," he remarked in a surprised tone. "May +I ask where you picked it up?" + +Again Felix smiled, a curious expression lurking +around his thin lips--a way with him when he intended +to be non-committal. He was now more interested in +the speaker than in the object before him, especially in +the big dome head and sunken eyes, shaded by bushy +eyebrows, the only feature of the man which seemed to +have had a chance to grow to its normal size. He had +caught, too, a certain high-pitched note, one of suffering +running through the hunchback's speech--often +discernible in those who have been robbed of their full +physical strength and completeness. + +"Oh, I don't know, Mr. Kelsey. There are, as you +know, but few old clamp books like this in existence. +There are some in the Bibliotheque in Paris, and a good +many in Spain. I remember handling one some years +ago in Cordova. When you have seen a fine example +you are not apt to forget it. Why do you sell it?" + +Kelsey settled down upon his heels--the upper half +of his misshapen body telescoping the lower--and +shoved both hands into his pockets. "I did not come +here to sell it"--there was a touch of irony in his voice-- +"I came to find out whether Kling could sell it. Do +you think YOU could?" + +"I might, or I might not. Only a few people about +here, so I understand, can appreciate this sort of +thing." + +"What is it worth?" He was still eying him closely. +People who praised his things were those who never +wanted to buy. + +"Not very much," replied Felix. + +"Oh, but I thought you said it was very rare?" + +"So it is--almost too rare--and almost too old. If +it had been done fifty or more years later, on one of +Gutenberg's presses, Quaritch might give you two +thousand pounds for it. Hand-work--which ought +really to be more valuable than machine-work--is +worth pence, where the other sells for pounds. One of +Gutenberg's Bibles sold here a year ago for three +thousand guineas, so I am told. What are the other +two like?" + +"No difference--a clasp is gone from one. The other +is--" He stopped, his mien suddenly changing to one +of marked respect, even to one of awe. "Will you do +me a favor, sir?" + +"With pleasure"--again the same quiet smile. He +had read the financial workings of the bookseller's +mind with infinite amusement and decided to see more +of him. "What can I do for you?" + +"I want you to come over with me to my shop. You +won't object, will you, Otto? I won't keep him a +minute." + +"Let me come a little later, sir, say about nine o'clock. +I have work here until six and an engagement, which +is important, until nine. You are open as late as +that?" + +"Oh, I am always open, or can be," Kelsey answered. +"What would I shut up shop for except to keep out +the rats--human and otherwise? I live in my place, +and, as I live alone, nobody ever disturbs me--nobody +I want to see--and I do want you, and want you very +much. Well, then, come at nine, and if the blinds +are up, ring the bell." And so the acquaintance began. + + +And yet, interesting as he found these diversions +with his neighbors, there were moments when, despite +his determination to be cheerful and to add his quota to +the general fund of good-fellowship, he had to summon +all his courage to prevent his spirit sinking to its lowest +ebb. It was then he would turn to the thing that lay +nearest to hand, his work--work often so irksome to +him that, but for his sense both of obligation and of +justice to his employer and his love for Masie, he would +have abandoned it altogether. + +A possible relief came when through the protests of +a customer he had begun to realize the clearer Kling's +deficiencies and had, in consequence, cast about for +some plan of helping him to do a larger and more remunerative +business. + +Several ways by which this could be accomplished +were outlined in his mind. The disorder everywhere +apparent in the shop should first come to an end. The +present chaos of tables, chairs, bureaus, and sideboards, +heaped higgledy-piggledy one upon the other--the +customers edging their way between lanes of dusty +furniture--must next be abolished. So must the +jumble of glass, china, curios, and lamps. This completed, +color and form would be considered, each +taking its proper place in the general scheme. + +To accomplish these results, all the unsalable, useless, +and ugly furniture taking up valuable space must be +carted away to some auction room and sold for what +it would bring. Light, air, and much-needed room +would then follow, and prices advanced to make up +for the loss on the "rattletrap" and the "rickety." +Stuffs which had been poked away in worthless bureau +drawers for years, as being too ragged even to show, +were next to be hauled out, patched, and darned, and +then hung on the bare white walls, concealing the +dirt and the cracks. + +And these improvements, strange to say--Kling +being as obstinate as the usual Dutch cabinetmaker, +and as set in his ways--were finally carried out; +slowly at first, and with a rush later when every +customer who entered the door began by complimenting +Otto on the improvement. Soon the sales increased +to such an extent and the stock became so +depleted that Kling was obliged to look around for +articles of a better and higher grade to take its place. + +At this juncture a happy and unforeseen accident +came to his aid. A bric-a-brac dealer with a shop in +Jersey City filled with some very good English and +Italian patterns and a fine assortment of European +gatherings--most of them rare, and all of them good-- +fell ill and was ordered to Colorado for his health. His +wife had insisted on going with him, and thus the whole +concern, including its good-will--worthless to Kling-- +was offered to him at half its value. + +O'Day spent the entire morning crawling in and out +of the interstices of the choked-up Jersey City shop; +Masie, as his valuable assistant, propped up with Fudge +on a big table until he had finished. The next day the +bargain was made. Mike, Bobby, the two Dutchies, +and both Kitty's teams were then called in and the +transfer began. + +It was when this collection of things really worth +having were being moved into their new home under +Felix's personal direction that Masie announced to +him an important event. They were on the second +floor at the time, overlooking Hans and Mike, who had +just brought up-stairs the first of the purchase, a huge, +high-backed gilt chair, stately in its proportions-- +Spanish, Felix thought--with a few renovations about +the arms and back, but a good specimen withal. The +chair had evidently excited her imagination, reminding +her, perhaps, of some of the pictures in Tim Kelsey's +fairy books, for after looking at it for a moment she +began clapping her hands and whirling about the +room. + +"I've thought of such a lovely thing, Uncle Felix! +Let's play kings and queens! I will sit in this chair +and will dress Fudge up like a page and everybody will +come up and courtesy, or I will be the fairy princess and +you will be my beauty prince, and--" + +Felix, who was holding up the heavy end of a piece of +tapestry while the two men were clearing a place for it +behind the chair, called out, "When's all this to +happen, Tootcoms?"--one of his pet names; he had +a dozen of them. + +"Next Saturday." + +"Why next Saturday?" + +"Because then I'm eleven years old, and you know +that a great many fairy princesses are never any older." + +Down went the tapestry. "Your birthday! You +blessed little angel! Eleven years old! My goodness, +how time flies! Pretty soon you will be in long dresses, +with your hair in a knot on the top of your head. You +never told me a word about it!" + +"No, but I do now. And I am just going to have a +party--a real party. And I am going to invite everybody, +all the girls I know and all the boys and all the +old people." + +Felix had her beside him now, her fresh young cheek +against his. "You don't tell me! Well! I never heard +anything like it! And what will your father say?" + +Her face fell. "Don't let's tell him! Let's have a +surprise." + +Felix shook his head. "I am afraid we could never +do that, unless we locked him up in the cellar and did +not give him a thing to eat until everything was ready. +Oh, just think how he would beg for mercy!" + +Masie rubbed her cheek up and down that of Felix +in disapproval. "No, you wouldn't be so mean to poor +Popsy." + +"Well, then, suppose--suppose--" and he held her +teasingly from him to note the effect of his words-- +"suppose we make him go away--way off somewhere, +to buy something--so far away that he could not come +back until the next day. How would that do?" + +"No, that won't do--not a little bit! I've got a +better plan. You go right down-stairs this minute and +tell him it's all fixed, and that I'm going out this very +afternoon to invite everybody myself." + +Felix made a wry fate. "Suppose he sends me about +my business?" + +"He won't. He thinks you are the most WONDERFUL +man in the world--he told Mr. Kelsey so; I heard him-- +and he won't refuse you anything--oh, Uncle Felix"-- +both arms were around his neck now, always her last +argument--"I do so want a birthday party and I want +it right here in this room." + +Felix smoothed back the hair from her pleading eyes +and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. For a moment +there was silence between them, he continuing to +smooth back her hair, she cuddling the tighter, her usual +way. She always let him think a while and it always +came out right. But he had made up his mind. It had +been years since a birthday of his own had been celebrated; +nor had he ever helped, so far as he could +recollect, to celebrate the birthday of any child. +Yes, Masie should have her birthday, if he could +bring it about, and it should be the happiest of +all her life. + +Suddenly he rose, releasing his neck from her grasp, +and ran his eyes around the almost bare interior--the +big chair being the only article, so far, in place. "It will +make a grand banquet hall, Masie," he said, as if speaking +more to himself than to her. "Let me see!" He +walked half the length of the floor and began studying +the walls and the bare rafters of the ceiling. These last +had once been yellow-washed, age and dust having +turned the kalsomine to an old-gold tint, reminding him +of a ceiling belonging to a Venetian palace. + +"Yes," he continued, with the same abstracted air, +his head upturned, "there's a good place for hanging a +big lamp, if there is one in the new lot, and there are +spots where I can hang twenty or more smaller ones. +I will cover the side walls with stuffs and embroideries +and put those long Italian settees against--yes, Tweety- +kins, it will come out all right. It will make a splendid +banquet hall! And after the party we will leave it just +so. Fine, my child! And I have an idea, too--a brilliant +idea. Hans, ask Mr. Kling to be good enough to +come up here!" + +With the surrender of her Uncle Felix, Masie resumed +her spinning around the room and kept it up until the +father's bald head showed clear above the top of the +stairs. + +"Masie has had one brilliant idea, Mr. Kling, and +I have another. I will tell you mine first." It was +wonderful how thoroughly he understood the Dutchman. + +"Vell, vot is it?" Otto had sniffed something unusual +in the atmosphere and was on the defensive. +When there was only one to deal with he sometimes +had his way; never when they were leagued together. + +"I propose," continued O'Day, "to turn this whole +floor into the sort of a room one could live in--like +many of the great halls I have seen abroad--and I +think we have enough material to make a success of it, +plenty of space in which to put everything where it +belongs. Leave that big chair where I have placed it, +throw some rugs on the floor, nail the stuffs and tapestries +to the walls, fasten the brackets and sconces and +appliques on top of them, filled with candles, and hang +the lanterns and church lamps to the rafters. When I +finish with it, you will have a room to which your +customers will flock." + +Kling, bewildered, followed the play of O'Day's fingers +in the air as if he were already placing the ornaments +and hangings with which his mind was filled. + +"Vell, vot ve do vid de stuff dot's comin'--all dem +sideboards and chairs and de pig tables? Ve ain't got +de space." + +"Half of them will go here, and the balance we will +pile away on the top floor. When these are sold then +we'll bring down the others--always keeping up the +character of the room. That is my idea. What do you +think of it?" + +The shopkeeper hesitated, his fat features twisted +in calculation. Every move of his new salesman had +brought him in double his money. The placing of his +goods so that a customer would be compelled to crawl +over a table in order to see whether a chair had three +whole legs or two, dust and darkness helping, had always +seemed to him one of the tricks of the trade and +not to be abandoned lightly. + +"You mean dot ve valk 'round loose in de middle, +and everyting is shoved back de Vall behind, so you +can see it all over?" + +Felix smothered a smile. "Certainly, why not?" + +"Vell, Mr. O'Day, I don't know." Then, noticing +the quickly drawn brows of his clerk's face and the +shadow of disappointment: "Of course, ve can try it, +and if it don't vork ve do it over, don't ve?" + +Masie slipped her arm through O'Day's and began +a joyous tattoo with her foot. She knew now that Felix +had carried the day. + +"And now for Masie's idea, Mr. Kling." + +"Oh, dere is someting else, eh? I tought dere +vould be ven you puts your two noddles togedder-- +Vell, vot is dot all about, eh?" + +"She is to have a birthday. She will be eleven years +old next Saturday." + +"By Jeminy, yes, dot's so! I forgot dot, Masie. +Yes, it comes on de tventy-fust. Vy you don't tell me +before, little Beesvings?" + +"Yes, next Saturday; only four days off," continued +Felix, forging ahead to avoid any side-tracking +of his main theme. "And what are you going to do for +her? Not many more of them before she will be out of +the window like a bird, and off with somebody else." + +Otto ruminated. He loved his daughter, even if he +did sometimes forget her very existence. "Oh, I don't +know. I guess ve buy her sometings putty--vot you +like to have, Beesvings? Or maybe you like to go to de +teater vid Auntie Gossburger. I get de tickets." + +The child disengaged her hand from O'Day's arm, +pushed back her hair and tiptoed to her father. "I +want a party, Popsy--a real party," she whispered, +tipping his chin back with her fingers, so he could look +at her through his spectacles--not over them, like an +ogre. + +"Vere you have it?" This came in a bewildered +way, as if the pair had the big ballroom at Delmonico's +in the back of their heads. + +"Here, in this very place," broke in Felix, "after I +get it in order." + +Kling, gently freeing himself from Masie's hold, +stared at his clerk. "Dot vill cost a lot of money, don't +it?" + +"No, I do not think so." + +"Vell, who is coming? De childer all around?" + +"Everybody is coming--big, little, and middle-sized," +answered Felix. The cat was all out of the bag now. + +"Vell, dot's vot I said. You don't can get someting +for nodding. You must have blenty to eat and +drink." + +"No. Some simple refreshment will do--sandwiches, +cake, and some ice-cream. I'll take care of that myself, +if you'll permit me." + +"Vell, now stop a minute vunce--here is anudder +idea. Suppose ve make it a Dutch treat--everybody +bring sometings. Ve had vun last vinter at Budvick's, +de upholsterer, ven he vas married tventy-five years. I +give de apples--more as half a peck." + +Felix broke into a hearty, ringing laugh--one of the +few either Masie or his employer had ever heard escape +his lips. + +"We will let you off without even the apples this +time," he said, when he recovered himself. "They +are not coming to get something to eat this time. I will +give them something better." + +"And you say everybody is comin'. Who is dot +everybody?" + +"Just leave it all to me, Mr. Kling. And give yourself +no concern. I am going to use everything we have: +all our cups and saucers, no matter whether they are +Spode, Lowestoft, or Worcester; all the platters, German +beer mugs, candlesticks--even that rare old tablecloth +trimmed with church lace. This is an entertainment +to be given by a distinguished antiquary in honor +of his lovely daughter"--and he bowed to each in +turn--"the whole conducted under the management +of his junior clerk, Mr. F. O'Day, who is very much at +your service, sir." + + + + +Chapter VIII + + + +Bright and early the following morning Felix began +work, and for the next two days took entire charge of +the room, walking up and down its length, an absolute +dictator, brooking no interference from any one. +When Mike's frowsy head or Hans's grimy hands +appeared above the level of the landing from the floor +below, steadying with their chins some new possession, +it was either, "here, in the middle of the room, men!" +or, if it were big and cumbersome, "up-stairs, out of +the way!" This had gone on until the banquet hall +was one conglomerate mass of mixed chattels from the +Jersey shop, Kling's old stock being stowed in some +other part of the building. Then began the picking +out. First the doubtful, but rich in color, tapestries, +then the rugs--some fairly good ones--stuffs, old and +new, and every available rag which would hold together +were spread over the four walls and the front windows. +The heavier and more decorative pieces of furniture +came next--among them a huge wooden altar which +had never been put together and which was now backed +close against the tapestries and hanging rugs in the +centre of the long wall. Two Venetian wedding-chests, +low enough to sit upon, were next placed in position, +and between them three Spanish armchairs in faded +velvet and one in crinkly leather, held together by +big Moorish nails of brass. Above these chests and +chairs were hung gilt brackets holding church candles, +Spanish mirrors so placed that the shortest woman in +the party could see her face, and big Italian disks of +dull metal. The walls were wonderful in their rich +simplicity, and so was the disposition of the furniture, +Felix's skilful eye having preserved the architectural +proportions in both the selection and placing of the +several articles. + +More wonderful than all else, however, was the great +gold throne at the end of the room, on which Masie was +to sit and receive her guests and which was none other +than the big cardinal's chair, incrusted with mouldy +gilt, that had first inspired her with the idea of the +party. This was hoisted up bodily and placed on an +auctioneer's platform which Mike had found tilted +back against the wall in the cellar. To hide its dirt +and cracks, rugs were laid, pieced out by a green drugget +which extended half across the floor, now swept of +everything except two refreshment tables. + +Next came the ceiling. What Felix did to that ceiling, +or rather what that ceiling did for Felix, and how +it looked when he was through with it is to this very +day a topic of discussion among the now scattered +inhabitants of "The Avenue." Masie knew, and so +did deaf Auntie Gossburger, who often spent the day +with the child. She, with Masie, had been put in +charge of the china and glass department, and when +the old woman had pulled up from the depths of a +barrel first one red cup without a handle and then a +dozen or more, and had asked what they were for, +Felix had seized them with a cry of joy: "Oil cups! +They fit on the tops of these church lamps. I never +expected to find these! Mike! Go over to Mr. Pestler's +and tell him to send me a small box of floating +night-tapers--the smallest he has. Now, Tootcums, +you wait and see!" + +And then the step-ladder was moved up, and Mike +and one of the Dutchies passed up the lamps to Felix, +who drove the hooks into the rafters--twenty-two of +them--and then slid down to the floor, taking in the +general effect, only to clamber up again to lengthen +this chain, or shorten that, so that the whole ceiling, +when the cups were filled and the tapers lighted, would +be a blaze of red stars hung in a firmament of dull, +yellow-washed gold. + +The final touch came last. This was both a surprise +and a discovery. Hans had found it flattened out on +the top of a big, circular table, and was about to tear +it loose when Felix, who let nothing escape his vigilant +eye, seized its metal handle, whereupon the mass +sagged, tilted, straightened, and then rounded out into +a superb Chinese lantern of yellow silk, decorated +with black dragons, with only one tear in its entire +circumference, and that one Auntie Gossburger darned +so skilfully that nobody noticed the hole. This, Felix, +after much consideration, swung to the rafter immediately +over the throne, so that its mellow light +should fall directly on the child's face. + +Kling, while these preparations were in progress, +was in a state of mind bordering on the pathetic. Felix +had made him promise not to come up until the room +was finished, but every few hours his head would be +thrust up over the edge of the stairs, his eyes screwed +up in his fat face, an expression of wonder, not unmixed +with anxiety, flitting across his countenance. Then he +would back down-stairs, muttering to himself all the +time; his chief cause of complaint being the hiding of +so many things his customers might want to buy and +the displaying of so many others at which they might +only want to look! + +There was, however, even after the decorations +seemed complete, a bare corner to be filled with something +neither too big, nor too small, nor too insistent in +color or form. Felix went twice over the stock, old and +new, twisted and turned, and was about to give up +when he suddenly called to Masie, his face lighting +under the glow of a fresh inspiration: + +"I have it now! Come, Tootcums, with me! Mr. +Sanderson will help us out." All of which came true; +for Mr. Sanderson, ten minutes later, had bent his head +close to the child's lips to hear the better, and had said: +"Only two? Why, Masie, you can have the lot." And +that was how the bare corner was filled with three great +palms--the biggest he had in his shop--and the grand +salon of the Grande Duchesse Masie Beeswings de +Kling at last made ready for her guests. + +This done, Felix made a final inspection of the room, +adding a touch here and there--shifting a piece of +pottery or redraping the frayed end of a square of tapestry +--and finding that everything kept its place in the +general effect, without a single discordant note, drew +Masie to a seat beside him on one of the old Venetian +chests. Here, with his arms about the enthusiastic +child, he laid bare the next and to him the most important +number on the programme. + +And in this he wrought another upheaval, one almost +as great as had taken place in the room. The +time-honored custom of all birthday parties entailing +upon the invited the giving of presents as proof of +affection, was not, he hinted gently, to be observed +upon this occasion. "It is Masie who is to give the +presents," he whispered, holding her closer, "and +not her guests." + +The child at first had protested. The long procession +of guests coming up to hand her their gifts, and +her fun next day when looking them over--knowing +how queer some of them would be--had been part of +her joyful anticipation, but Felix would not yield. + +"You see, Masie, darling," he coaxed, "now that you +are going to be a real princess," he was smoothing +back her curls as he spoke, "you are going to be so +high up in the world that nobody will dare to give +you any presents. That is the way with all princesses. +Kings and queens are never given presents +on their birthdays unless their permission is asked, but, +just because they ARE kings and queens, they give presents +to everybody else. And then again, Masie, dear, +if you stop to think about it, people really get a great +deal more fun out of giving things than they do of +having things given to them." + +She succumbed, as she always did, when her "Uncle +Felix," with his voice lowered to a whisper, his lips held +close to her ear, either counselled or chided her, and a +new joy thrilled through her as he explained how his +plan was to be carried out. + +Kling lifted up his hands in protest when he heard +of O'Day's innovation, but was overruled and bowled +over before he had framed his first sentence. It was +the sentiment, Felix insisted, which was to be considered, +the good feeling behind the gift, not the cost +of it. He and Masie had worked it all out together, +and please not to interfere. + +But Kling did interfere, and right royally, too, when +he found time to think it over. Some one of the old +German legends must have worked its way through +the dull crust of his brain, bringing back memories of +his childhood. Perhaps his conscience was pricked by +his clerk's attitude. Whatever the cause, certain it is +that he crept up-stairs a few hours before his house +was to be thrown open to Masie's guests, and, finding +the banquet hall completely finished and nobody about, +Felix and Masie having gone out together to perfect +some little detail connected with the gifts, walked +around in an aimless way, overwhelmed by the beauty +and charm of the interior as it lay before him in the +afternoon light. + +On his way down he met the deaf Gossburger coming +up. + +"Dot is awful nice!" he shouted. "I couldn't believe +dot was possible! Dot is a vunderful--VUNderful +man! I don't see how dem rags and dot stuff look +like dot ven you get 'em togedder anodder vay. And +now dere is vun thing I don't got in my head yet: Vot +is it about dese presents?" + +The old woman recounted the details as best she +could. + +"And dot is all, is it, Auntie Gossburger? Only +of pasteboard boxes vid candies in 'em, and little pieces +paper vid writings on 'em dot Mr. O'Day makes? Is +dot vot you mean?" + +The old woman nodded. + +Kling turned suddenly, went down-stairs with his +head up and shoulders back, called Hans to keep shop, +and put on his hat. + +When he returned an hour later, he was followed +by a man carrying a big box. This was placed behind +Masie's throne and so concealed by a rug that even +Felix missed seeing it. + + +That everybody had accepted--everybody who had +been invited--"big, little, and middle-sized"--goes +without saying. Masie had called at each house herself, +with Felix as cavalier--just as he had promised her. +And they had each and every one, immediately abandoned +all other plans for that particular night, promising +to be there as early as could be arranged, it being +a Saturday and the shops on "The Avenue" open an +hour later than usual--an indulgence counterbalanced +by the fact that next day was Sunday and they could +all sleep as long as they pleased. + +And not only the neighbors, but Nat Ganger and +Sam Dogger accepted. Felix had gone down himself +with Masie's message, and they both had said they +would come--Sam to be on hand half an hour before +the appointed hour of nine so as to serve as High Lord +of the Robes, Masie having determined that nobody +but "dear old Mr. Dogger" should show her how to +put on the costume he had given her. + +As for these two castaways, when they did enter +the gorgeous room on the eventful night they fairly +bubbled over. + +"Don't let old Kling touch it," Ganger roared out +as soon as he stepped inside, before he had even said +"How do you do?" to anybody. "Keep it as an exhibit. +Better still, send circulars up and down Fifth +Avenue, and open it up as a school--not one of 'em +knows how to furnish their houses. How the devil did +you-- Oh, I see! Just plain yellow-wash and the reflected +red light. Looks like a stained-glass window in +a measly old church. Where's Sam. Oh, behind that +screen. Well come out here and look at that ceiling!" + +Sam didn't come out, and didn't intend to. He +was busy with the child's curls, which were bunched +up in the fingers of one hand, while the other was pressing +the wide leghorn hat into the precise angle which +would become her most, the Gossburger standing by +with the rest of the costume, Masie's face a sunburst +of happiness. + +"And now the long skirt, Mrs. Bombagger, or whatever +your name is. That's it, over her head first and +then down along the floor so she will look as if she was +grown up. And now the big ostrich-plume fan--a +little seedy, my dear, and yellow as a kite's foot, but +nobody'll see it under that big, yellow lantern. Now +let me look at you! Nat, NAT! where are you, you +beggar, stop rummaging around that dead stuff and +come behind here and look at this live child! yes, +right in here. Now look! Did you ever in all your +born days see anything half so pretty?" the outburst +ending with, "Scat, you little devil of a dog!" +when Fudge gave a howl at being stepped upon. + +Masie, as she listened, plumed her head as a pigeon +would preen its feathers, stood up to see her train sweep +the floor, sat down again to watch the stained satin +folds crumple themselves about her feet, and was at +last so overcome by it all that she threw her arms +around Sam, to his intense delight, and kissed him +twice, and would have given Nat an equal number +had not Felix called to him that the guests were beginning +to arrive. + +As to these guests, you could not have gotten their +names on one side of Kitty's order-book, nor on both +sides, for that matter. There was brisk, bustling +Bundleton the grocer in a green necktie, white waistcoat, +and checked trousers, arm and arm with his thin +wife in black silk and mitts; there was Heffern the dairyman +in funeral black, relieved by a brown tie, and his +daughter, in variegated muslin, accompanied by two +young men whom neither Kling nor Felix nor the Gossburger +had ever heard of or seen before, but who were +heartily welcomed; there were fat Porterfield the +butcher in his every-day clothes, minus his apron, with +his two girls, aged ten and fourteen, their hair in pigtails +tied with blue ribbons; there were Mr. and Mrs. +Codman, all in their best "Sunday-go-to-meetings," +with their little daughter Polly, named after the +mother, pretty as a picture and a great friend of +Masie--most distinguished people were the Codmans, +he looking like an alderman and his wife the personification +of good humor, her rosy cheeks matching the +tint of her husband's necktie. + +There was Digwell the undertaker in his professional +clothes, enlivened by a white waistcoat and red scarf, +quite beside himself with joy because nobody had died or +was likely to die so far as he had heard, thus permitting +him to "send dull care to the winds!"--his own way of +putting it. There was Pestler the druggist in an up-to-date +dress suit as good as anybody's--almost as good +as the one Felix wore, and from which, for the first time +since he landed, he had shaken the creases. There was +Tim Kelsey, in the suit of clothes he wore every day, +the only difference being the high collar instead of the +turned-down one, the change giving him the appearance +of a man with a bandaged neck, so narrow were his poor +shoulders and so big was the fine head overtopping it. +There were Mike and Bobby and the two Dutchies +and Sanderson, who came with his hands full of roses +for Masie, and a score of others whose names the scribe +forgets, besides lots and lots of children of all sizes and +ages. + +And there were Kitty and John--and they were both +magnificent--at least Kitty was--she being altogether +resplendent in black alpaca finished off by a fichu of +white lace, her big, full-bosomed, robust body filling it +without a crease; and he in a new suit bought for the +occasion, and which fitted him everywhere except +around the waist--a defect which Kitty had made good +by means of a well-concealed safety-pin in the back. + +It was for Kitty that Felix had been on the lookout +ever since the guests began to arrive, and no sooner did +her rosy, beaming face appear behind that of her husband, +than he pushed his way through the throng to +reach her side. "No, not out here, Mistress Kitty," +he cried. Had she been of royal blood he could not +have treated her with more distinction. "You are to +stand alongside of Masie when she comes in; the child +has no mother, and you must look after her." + +"No mother! Mr. O'Day! God rest your soul, she +won't need to do without one long, she's that lovely. +There'll be plenty will want to mother, and brother her, +too, for that matter. My goodness, what a place ye +made of it! Look at them lamps, all fireworks up +there, and that big chair! I wonder who robbed a +church to get it! Well--well---WELL! John! did ye +ever see the like? Otto, ye ought to rent this place +out for a chowder-party ball. Well, well, I NEVER!" + +The comments of some of the others, while they +voiced their complete surprise, were less enthusiastic. +Bundleton, after shaking hands with Felix and Kitty, +and then with Kling, dropped his wife and made a +tour of the room without uttering a sound of any kind +until he reached Felix again, when he remarked gravely: +"I should think it would worry you some to keep +the moths out of this stuff," and then passed on to +tell Kling he must look out "them lamps didn't spill +and set things on fire." + +Porterfield, as was to be expected, was distinctly +practical. "Awful lot of truck when you get it all +together, ain't it, Mr. O'Day? I was just tellin' my +wife that them two chairs up t'other side of the room +wouldn't last long in my parlor, they're that wabbly. +But maybe these Fifth Avenue folks don't do no +sittin'--just keep 'em in a glass case to look at." + +Pestler was more discerning. He had come across +an iridescent glass jar, and was edging around for an +opportunity to ask Kling the price without letting +Felix overhear him--it being an occasion, he knew, in +which Mr. O'Day would feel offended if business were +mentioned. "Might do to put in my window, if it +didn't cost too much," he had begun, and as suddenly +stopped as he caught Felix's eyes fastened upon him. + +There were others, however, whose delight could +not be repressed. Tim Kelsey, after the proper +greetings were over, had wandered off down the room, +stopping to examine each article in its place on the walls. +Finally some pieces of old Delft caught his eye. He +made a memorandum of two in a little book he took +from his inside pocket, and later on, when a break +in the surrounding conversation made it possible, remarked +to Felix: "They seem to get everything in the +new Delft but the old delicious glaze. On a wall it +doesn't matter, but you don't feel like putting real old +Delft on a wall. I like to stroke it, as I would a friend's +hand." + +These inspections and comments over, and that peculiar +timidity which comes over certain classes lifted +out of their customary environment and doing their +best to become accustomed to new surroundings having +begun to wear away under the tactful welcome of +Felix, and the hour having arrived for the grand ceremony +of gift-giving, the throne was pushed back, +Masie called from behind her screen, and O'Day's +wicker basket filled with the presents was laid by the +side of the big chair. + +Kling and Kitty were now beckoned to and placed +on the left of the throne, Felix taking up his position +on the right. + +The stir on the platform caused by these arrangements +soon attracted everybody's attention and a sudden +hush fell upon the room. What was about to +happen nobody knew, but something important, or +Mr. O'Day would not have stepped to its edge, nor +would Otto have been so red in the face, nor Kitty so +radiant. + +Felix raised his hand to command supreme silence. + +"Masie wishes me," he began in his low, even voice, +"to tell you that she has done her best to remember +every one, and that she hopes nobody has been forgotten. +These little trifles she is about to give you are +not gifts, but just little mementos to express her thanks +for your kindness in coming to her first party. She bids +me tell you, too, that her love goes out to every one of +you on this the happiest night of her life and that she +welcomes you all with her whole heart." + +He turned, stepped back a pace, made the radiant +child a low bow, held out his hand, and led her into full +view of the audience, the rays of the big lantern softening +the tones of the quaint, picturesque costume which +concealed her slight figure, transforming the child of +eleven into the woman of eighteen. + +For at least ten seconds, and that is a long period of +time when your heart is in your mouth and you are +ready to explode with uncontrollable delight, not a +sound of any kind broke the silence, no handclap of +welcome, no murmur of applause; just plain, simple +astonishment, the kind that takes your breath away. +That Kling's little girl stood before them, nobody believed. +O'Day had fooled them with this new vision, +just as he had bewitched them by the glamour of the +decorated room. Only when a few simple words of welcome +fell from her lips were the flood-gates opened. +Then a shout went up which set the candles winking-- +a shout only surpassed in volume and good cheer when +Felix began handing up the little packages from Masie's +basket. And dainty little packages they were, filled +with all sorts of inexpensive souvenirs that she and +Felix (not much money between the two of them) had +picked up at Baxter's Toy Shop on Third Avenue, all +suggested by some peculiarity of the recipient, all kindly +and good-natured, and each one enlivened by a quotation +or some original line in Felix's own handwriting. + +During the whole delightful ceremony Otto had +stood on the left of his daughter, his heart thumping +away, his face growing redder every minute, his eyes +intent on each guest elbowing a way through the crowd +as Masie handed them their gifts, noting the general +happiness and the laughter that followed the reading +of the lines, wondering all the time why no one +was offended at the size and, to him, worthlessness +of the several offerings. + +When it was all over and the basket empty, he +jumped down from the platform, his fat back bent in +excitement, tossed aside the rug, lifted the big box, +placed it beside the gilt throne, and raised his puffy +hands to command attention: "Now listen, everybody! +I got someting to say. Beesvings don't have all dis to +herselluf. Now it is my turn. Come up closer so I get +hold of you. Vait, and I git back on de platform. +Here, you olt frent of mine, Dan Porterfield, here is a +new butcher-knife sharpener for you, to sharpen your +knives on ven you cuts dem bifsteaks. And, Heffern, +come close; here is a silver-plated skimmer for dot +cream you make, and a pig fan for your daughter. And +Polly Codman--git out of de way dere, and let Polly +Codman come up!--here, Polly, is a pair of gloves for +you and a muffler for Codman, and here is more gloves +and neckties and--I got a lot more; I didn't got much +time and I bought dem all in a hurry--and dey are all +from me and Masie and don't you forgit dot. I ain't +never been so happy as I am to-night, and you vas +awful good to come and see my little girl dot don't got +no mudder. And you must all tank Mr. O'Day for de +great help he vas. Now dot's all I got to say." + +He drew his hand across his eyes, made an awkward +bow, and sat down. Everybody gasped in amazement. +Many of them had known him for years, ever since he +moved into "The Avenue"--twenty years, at least-- +but nobody had ever seen him as he was to-night. +That he had in his intended generosity overlooked half +of his friends made no difference. Those who received +something showed it for weeks afterward to everybody +who came. Those who had nothing forgave him in +their delight over the good-will he had shown to the +others. Even Felix, who had been watching him soften +and thaw out under the warmth of the child's happiness, +and who thought he knew the man and his nature, was +astounded, and showed it by grasping for the first time +his employer's hand, looking him in the eyes as he said, +"I owe you an apology, sir," a proceeding Otto often +pondered over, its meaning wholly escaping him. + +But the great surprise of the evening, in which even +Felix had had no share, was yet to come. He had +carried out his promise to provide the simple refreshments, +and a table had been set apart for their serving. +The sandwiches made at the bakeshop a block below +had already arrived and been put in place, and he was +about to announce supper, when he became aware that +a mysterious conference was being held near the top of +the stairs, in which Kitty, Polly Codman, and Heffern's +daughter Mary, were taking part. He had already +noticed, with some discomfiture, the absence of a number +of male guests, half of them having left the room +without presenting themselves before Masie to bid her +good night, and was about to ask Kitty for an explanation, +when a series of thumping sounds reached +his ear; something heavy was being rolled along the +floor beneath his feet. As the noise increased, Kitty +and her beaming coconspirators craned their necks over +the banisters and a welcoming roar went up. Bundleton's +head now came into view, a wreath of smilax +wound loosely around his neck, followed by one of his +men carrying a keg of beer; another shouldering a sawhorse, +a wooden mallet, and a wooden spigot; and +still a third with a basket of stone mugs. + +"Come, folks and neighbors, everybody have a glass +of beer with me!" shouted Bundleton. + +Up went the sawhorse before you would wink your +eye! Down went the keg across its arms, the smilax +around it! Bang went the bung! In went the wooden +spigot! And out flew the white froth! + +Another roar now went up, accompanied by great +clapping of hands. It was Codman's head this time, +a cook's cap resting on his ears, his hands bearing a +great dish athwart which lay a cold salmon that the +baker had cooked for him that morning. Close behind +came Pestler with a tray filled with boxes of +candy, and next Sanderson with a flattish basket piled +high with carnations, each one tied as a boutonniere; +and Porterfield with a bunch of bananas; and so on +and so on--each arrival being received with fresh roars +and shouts of welcoming approval. Last of all came +Kitty, her face one great, pervading, all-embracing +laugh, her own big coffee-pot filled to the brim and +smoking hot on a waiter, her boy Bobby following, +loaded down with cups and saucers. + +Supper over--and it was a mighty feast, with everybody +waiting on everybody else, Kitty busiest of all, +filling each cup herself--Digwell the undertaker, who +had really been the life of the party, remarked in a +voice loud enough to be heard half-way across the +room that it was a pity there was no piano, as a party +could not be a real party without a dance. At this +Kling, who was having a mug with Codman, rose from +his seat, stepped to the top of the stairs and, looking +over the crowd, called for four strong men, "right +avay, k'vick!" Codman, Pestler, Mike, and Digwell +responded, and before anybody knew where they had +gone, or what it was all about, up came an old-fashioned +spinet, which Kling remembered had been hidden +behind a Martha Washington bedstead on the floor +below. + +"All together, men!" shouted Codman, and it was +picked up bodily, whirled into position, dusted off in a +jiffy, and ready for use. + +At this Pestler sprang to his feet, shouted he was +coming back in a minute, rushed to the stairway, went +down three steps at a time, bolted through the front +door, across the street, up into his bedroom, and back +again, all in one breath, waving his violin triumphantly +over his head as he entered. + +And then it was that the real fun began. And then +it was that virtue had its own reward, for not a living +soul in the room could play a note on the spinet except +the tallest and spookiest and, to all appearances, the +stupidest of the two young men, whom the Heffern +girl had brought and who turned out to have once +been the star pianist in some dance-hall on the Bowery. +And the scribe remarks, parenthetically and in all seriousness, +that the way that lank, pin-headed young +man revived the soul of that old, worn-out harpischord, +digging into its ribs, kicking at its knees with both +feet, hand-massaging every one of the keys up, down, +and crossways, until the ancient fossil fairly rattled +itself loose with the joy of being alive once more, was +altogether the most astounding miracle he has ever +had to record. And Pestler with his violin was not +far behind. + +Everything had now broken loose. + +At the first note, up jumped Kitty, caught John +around the neck, and went whirling around the room. +At the second note, up jumped Codman, made a dive +for Polly, missed her in the mix-up and, grabbing Mrs. +Digwell instead, went sailing down the room as if he +had done nothing else all his life. At the third note, +away went Sanderson and Bundleton, Heffern, everybody +but the two castaways and Tim Kelsey, who beat +juba on their knees, old Sam Dogger playing a tattoo +all by himself with two knife-handles and a plate. Some +danced with their own wives; some with anybody's +wife or daughter or child--a grand hullabaloo, down +the middle, across, back, and up again, until everybody +was exhausted and fell in a heap into Felix's Spanish +chairs, or on his Venetian wedding-chests, or wherever +else they could find resting-places in which to catch +their breaths. + +And now comes the crowning touch of all--the last +of the evening's surprises, and one remembered the +longest because of its simplicity and its beauty! + +When everybody was resting, out stepped Felix, the +light of the overhead candles falling on his pale, thoughtful +face, white shirt-front, and faultless suit of black +which fitted his well-knit, handsome frame like a glove, +and with him the Grande Duchesse Masie de Kling, the +child bowing and smiling as she passed, the wide leghorn +hat shading her face from the light of the lanterns above, +her long train caught, woman-fashion, over her arm. +Then, with a low word to the pin-headed young man, +followed by a downward wave of his palm to denote +the time, and the child's fingers firm in his own, Felix +led her through an old-fashioned, stately minuet, telling +her in an undertone just what steps to take. + + +It was Sunday morning before the merry party broke +up and streamed out through Kling's lower shop, and so +on into the street. Everybody had had the time of their +lives. Such remarks as "Would ye have believed it +of Otto?" or, "Wasn't Masie the sweetest thing ye ever +saw?" or, "Just think of Mr. O'Day fixing up that old +junk room the way he did--ye can't beat him nowheres!" +or, "Oh, I tell ye, Otto struck it rich when +he took him on!", were heard on all sides. + +So loud were the laughter and chatter, the good +nights and good-bys, that big Tom McGinniss moved +over from the opposite curb. + +"Halloo, John!" cried the policeman. "I thought I +couldn't be mistaken. And Kitty, that you with your +coffee-pot? I just come up from Lexington Avenue and +heard the row, wondering what was up. Is it up-stairs +ye were? WHAT! Dutchy givin' a ball? Oh, ye can't +mean it! No, thank ye, Kitty, it will be too late for ye +all--I'll drop in to-morrow night. Well, take care of +yourselves," and he disappeared in the darkness. + +Felix watched the throng disperse, bade Kitty and +John good night, and, turning sharply, directed his +steps toward Madison Square. Here he sank upon a +bench, away from the glare of an overhead lamp. For +some minutes he sat without moving, his mind wholly +absorbed with the events of the preceding hours. The +roar and crush of the room came back to him. He +caught again the light in Masie's eyes as she followed +his lead in the dance and the mob of happy faces +crowding to her side, and then with a shudder he confronted +the gaunt sorrow that had hourly dogged his +steps. An overpowering sense of depression now took +possession of him. Pushing back his hat as if to give +himself more air, he was about to resume his walk +when he became conscious that something had stirred +at the far end of the seat. + +Straightening his broad shoulders, his quick, alert +manner returning, he moved nearer, his eyes searching +the gloom. A newsboy, a little chap of seven or eight, +his papers under him, lay fast asleep. + +For an instant he watched the rise and fall of the +boy's breath, adjusted the short, patched coat about +the little fellow's knees, and then slid back to his end +of the bench. + +"Same old grind," he said to himself, "no home-- +no money--cold--maybe hungry. Never too young +to suffer--never too old to eat your heart out. What +a damnable world it is!" + +Rising to his feet, he felt in his pocket for a coin, +widened the pocket of the waif's jacket, and slipped it +in. The boy stirred, tightened his grasp on his papers, +and lay still. + +Felix looked down at him for a moment, turned, +and with lightened steps continued his walk. + +"Well, thank God," he said as he neared "The +Avenue," "Masie was happy one night in her life." + + + + +Chapter IX + + + +That the memories of Masie's birthday party should +have been revived again and again, and that the several +incidents should have been discussed for days thereafter +--every eye growing the brighter in the telling-- +was to have been expected. Kitty could talk of nothing +else. The beauty of the room; the charm of +Masie's costume; Kling's generosity; and last, O'Day's +bearing and appearance as he led the child through the +stately dance, looking, as Kitty expressed it, "that fine +and handsome you would have thought he was a lord +mayor," were now her daily topics of conversation. + +Masie was equally enthusiastic, rushing down-stairs +the next morning to throw her arms around his neck +with an "Oh, Uncle Felix, I never, NEVER, NEVER was +so happy in all my life!" + +Kling was still more jubilant. The success of Masie's +banquet room had established him at once among +bric-a-brac dealers as a competitor quite out of the +ordinary. His old customers came in flocks, walking +about with gasps of astonishment. Before the week +was out, a masonic lodge had bought the throne, a +seaside resort the big Chinese lantern, and two of the +four Spanish chairs had found a home in a millionaire's +library. + +Moreover--and this was all the more remarkable in +view of his early training--a certain deference became +apparent in the Dutchman's manner not only toward +Felix but toward his customers. He no longer received +them in his shirt-sleeves. He bought some new clothes +and sported a collar, necktie, and hat, duplicating those +worn by Felix as near as his memory served. + +Still more remarkable were the changes wrought +among the neighbors in their attitude toward O'Day. +Until then they had, in their independent fashion, +treated him like any of the other men who came in +and out their several stores, pleased with his interest +in the business, but quickly forgetting him as they became +reabsorbed in the affairs of the day. Now, as +they told him what a good time they had had on the +birthday, they raised their hats. Porterfield went so +far as to tell the radiant Kitty that her boarder was a +"Jim Dandy," and that if she should lay her hands +on another to "trot him out." + +Kitty of course had expected these triumphs, but +that it was she who had made them possible, and +that but for her own individual efforts Felix might +still be wandering around the streets in search of bed +and board, apparently never crossed her mind. He +would have been just as splendid, she said to herself, +and just as much of a man no matter who had helped +and no matter where his feet had landed. + +If O'Day were aware of the changes of public opinion +going on around him, there was nothing in either +his manner or in his speech to show it. When they +complimented him on the way in which he had utilized +Otto's old stock, producing so wonderful an interior, +he would remark quietly that it was nothing to his +credit. He had always loved such things; that it +came natural to some people to put things to rights, +and that any one could have done as much. It was +only when some one alluded to Masie that his face +would light up. "Yes, charming, was she not? Such +a wonderful little lady, and so good!" + +That which did please him--please him immensely-- +was the outcome of a visit made some days after the +party by old Nat Ganger. + +"Regular Aladdin lamp," Nat shouted, slamming +Kling's door behind him. "One rub, bang goes the +rubbish, and up comes an Oriental palace. Another +rub and little devils swarm over the walls and ceilings +and begin hanging up stuffs and lamps. Another rub, +and before you can wink your eye, out steps a little +princess, a million times prettier than any Cinderella +that ever lived. Wonderful! WONDERFUL! + +"Where is the darling child anyway. Can't I see her? +I got away from Sam, telling him I was going to look +up another frame for one of my pictures. Here it is. +All a lie, every bit of it. It's Sam's picture. Not +mine. I wrapped it up so he wouldn't know, but I +came to see that darling child all the same, for I've got +a surprise for her. But first I want you to see this +picture. Here, wait until I untie this string. It's one +of Sam's Hudson Rivery things. Palisades and a +steamboat in the foreground, and an afternoon sky. +Easy dodge, don't you see? Yellow sky and purple +hill, and short streak for the steamboat and its wake, +and a smear of white steam straggling behind. Sam +does 'em as well as anybody. Sometimes he puts in +a pile or two in the foreground for a broken dock and +a rowboat with a lone fisherman squatting on the hind +seat. Then he asks five dollars more. Always get +more you know for figures in a landscape." + +He had unwrapped the canvas by this time, and +was holding it to the light of the window that Felix +might see it better. + +Felix studied it carefully, even to the cramped signature +in the corner, "Samuel Dogger, A. N. A."; and +with an appreciative smile said: "Very good, I should +say. Yes, very good." + +"Good! It's really very bad, and you know it. So +do I. But you're too much of a gentleman to say so. +Can't be worse, really, but 'puttying up' is down by the +heels, and there hasn't been an old master from Flushing, +Long Island, or Weehawken, New Jersey, lugged +up our stairs for a month;--two months, really. We +had one last week from a dealer down-town which +turned out to be genuine after Sam had looked it over. +And, of course, Sam wouldn't touch it and sent for the +auctioneer and told him so. And the beggar made +Sam hunt for the signature and Sam found it at the +top of the canvas instead of at the bottom. One of the +early Dutchmen Sam said it was. Some kind of a +Beck or a Koven. And would you believe it, the very +next day the fellow got a whacking price for it from a +collector up in one of the side streets near the Park. So +Sam has gone back to the early American school. This +means that he's getting down to his last five-dollar bill, +and I want to tell you that I'm not far from it myself. +I'd have been dead broke if I hadn't sold two Fatimas. +One in pink pants and the other a flying angel in +summer clothes to fit an alcove in an up-town barroom +over the cigar-stand. + +"But my money isn't Sam's money," he went on +without pausing, "and Sam won't touch a penny of it. +Never does unless I fool him on the sly. And I've +come up here to fool him now, and fool him bad. I +want you to hold on to this bust--wait until I get it +out of my pocket." Here he pulled out a small bronze, +a head of Augustus, beautifully wrought. + +"If you buy the picture, I'll throw in the ancient +Roman," and he laid it on the counter. + +"And I want you to write Sam a note, asking him if +he can't look around for one of his masterpieces, something +say ten by fourteen; wanted for a customer who +only buys good things. That any little landscape +with water in it will do. Remember, don't leave out +the water. Then Sam will come thumping down-stairs +with the note, and I'll be awfully astonished and we'll +talk it over, and I'll pull this out from under a pile +of stuff where I'll hide it as soon as I get home. Then +I'll say: 'Well, I'm going up-town and have Mr. O'Day +look at it, and maybe it will suit him, and that if it +does, I'll make him pay fifty dollars for it.' How do +you think that will work?" + +Felix, who had been looking into the old fellow's eyes, +reading his mind in their depths, seeing clear down into +the heart beneath, now picked up the bronze and +began passing his hand over it. + +"Very lovely," he said at last, "and a marvellous +paten. Where did you get it?" + +"Spoken like a gentleman and a man of honor, and +this time you tell the truth. It's just what you say +--marvellous. I swapped a twenty by thirty for it. +Will you take it?" + +Felix shook his head, a smile playing about his lips. + +"I would if I wanted to be unfair. Here, take your +bronze and leave the picture. I will find a frame for +it, and have one of the men give it a coat of varnish." + +"And you'll write the note?" + +"Is that necessary?" + +"Of COURSE, it's necessary. You don't know Sam. +He's as cunning as a weasel and can get away before +you know it. Got to fool him. I always do. Told +him more lies in one minute this morning than a horse +can trot. Will you write the note?" + +Felix laughed. "Yes, just as soon as you go." + +"And you won't hold on to the bronze?" + +"No, I won't hold on to the bronze." + +"And you can get fifty dollars for this unexampled +work of art? That, of course, is the ASKING price. Ten +would do a whole lot of good." + +"I cannot say positively, but I will try." + +"All right. And now where's that darling child?" + +A laugh rang out from the top of the stairs, the laugh +of a child overjoyed at meeting some one she loves, +followed by "do you mean me?" + +"Of course, I mean you, Toddlekins. Come down +here and let me give you a big hug. And I've got a +message for you from that dried-up old fellow with +the shaggy head. He sent you his love--every bit of +it, he said. And he's found some more gewgaws he's +going to bring up some day. Told me that, too." + +Masie had reached the floor and was running toward +him with her hands extended, Fudge springing in front. + +The old painter caught her up in his arms, lifting +her off her little feet, and as quickly setting her down, +his eyes snapping, his whole face aglow. The joy bottled +up in the child seemed to have swept through him +like an electric current. + +"And wasn't it a beautiful party?" she burst out +when she found her breath. "And wasn't Uncle Felix +good to make it all for me?" She had moved to O'Day's +side and had slipped her hand in his. + +"Yes, of course, it was," roared Ganger. "Why, old +Sam Dogger was so excited when he went to bed, he +didn't sleep a wink all night. He's thought of nothing +else but parties ever since. He's getting up one for +you. Told me so this morning." + +The child's eyes dilated. + +"What sort of a party?" + +"Oh, a dandy party, but it's not going to be at night. +It's going to be in the daytime. All out in the blessed +sunshine and under the trees. And everybody is going +to be invited--everybody who belongs." + +The child's brow clouded. "Everybody who belongs? +Why, can't Uncle Felix come?" + +"Certainly, he can come. He 'belongs.'" + +"And--Fudge?" + +"What, that little devil of a dog? Yes, he can +come, if he promises to behave himself," and he shook +his head at the culprit. "And all the chippies can +come. Lots of 'em, and perhaps a couple of robins, if +they haven't gone away south. And there's a big +Newfoundland dog, or was before he was stolen, that +could have swallowed this gentleman down at one +gulp, but he won't now. HE 'belonged' and always has. +And, of course, you 'belong' and so does Sam and so do +I. We go out every other week and sit under these +very same trees. Sam paints the branches wiggling +down in the water, and I do leaky boats. When I +get the picture home, I put Jane Hoggson fishin' in +the stern. + +Masie rolled her eyes. + +"And you don't take her with you?" + +"No." + +"Why?" + +"'Cause she don't 'belong.' Great difference +whether you belong or not. Jane Hoggson couldn't +'belong' if she was to be born all over again." + +O'Day now joined in. He had been watching Masie, +noting the lights and shadows which swept over her +face as the old painter chattered away. He always +welcomed any plan for giving her pleasure, and was +blessing Ganger in his heart for providing the diversion. + +"And where is all this to take place, Mr. Ganger?" +Felix asked at last. + +"Up on the Bronx. A place you know nothing of +and wouldn't believe a word about if I should tell +you--not 'til you see it yourself. It's as full of birds +and butterflies as England along the Thames, or one +of those ducky little streams out of Paris. And it +only costs five cents to get there and five cents to get +back. And you won't be more than a few hours away +from your shop. Fine, I tell you, you'll never forget it." + +Again Felix broke in. + +"I have not a doubt of it, but when is all this to +take place?" + +Ganger gave a little start and grew suddenly grave. + +"Well, as to that, you see the day is not yet fixed, +not precisely. In a week maybe, or it may be two +weeks. This is Sam's party, you know, and he hasn't +completed all his arrangements--that is, he hadn't +completed them when I left him this morning. And, +of course, a lot has to be done to make everything +ready"--here he nodded at Masie--"for little princesses +and great ladies in plumes and satins. But it +is certainly coming off. Old Sam told me so, and he +means every word of it. And he was to let you know +when. That's it, he was to LET YOU KNOW. That's +another thing he told me to tell you." + +The child's name was now called from the top of the +stairs, and the Gossburger's head craned itself over the +hand-rail. Fudge opened with a sharp bark, and +Masie, with an air kiss to Ganger, raced up the steps, +the dog at her heels, shouting as she ran: "Tell +Mr. Dogger I send him a kiss, and I thank him ever +so much, and won't he please come and see me very +soon." + +When she had disappeared, the old fellow leaned +forward, gazed knowingly at Felix, and in soft-pedal +tones said: + +"You see, Sam couldn't say EXACTLY when the party +was to take place because--well, because he hasn't +heard a word about it, and won't until I get back. It +is my party, not Sam's, and I've got to break it to him +gently. And I've got to fool him about the party, +make him think it's his party, or he'll think I'm holding +it over him because I've got a little more money than +he has, just as I intend to fool him about the picture. +I couldn't say, when you asked me, when the day +was to be fixed, because I've told lies enough to that +dear child. But I know just what Sam will do when +I tell him about his party; he'll stand on his head +he'll be so happy. You see if, when I unwrapped the +picture, you had talked ten dollars right out, why +then I was going to make it next Saturday; that is, +to-morrow. But you hemmed and hawed so, I had +to make it 'some day soon.' Of course, I never expected +the fifty; ten will be enough for car-fare all +around and some beer and sandwiches, that's all we +ever have. That's why I chucked in Augustus to make +sure. Well, see what you can do, and don't forget to +write the note and I'll do the rest of the lying." And +chuckling to himself he hurried away. + +As the door swung wide, a slim man bustled past +him, and, spying Felix, moved briskly to where he +stood. He had just ten minutes to spare, he announced, +and was looking for a present for his wife; "something +in the way of fans, old ones, and not over five dollars." + +Felix, who had raised the lid of the case and was +stowing Dogger's masterpiece inside to keep it out of +harm's way, his mind wholly occupied with the two +old painters and their tenderness toward each other, +roused himself to answer: + +"Yes, half a dozen. Not at your price, though, not +old ones. Here are two fairly good specimens," and +he handed them out and laid them on the glass before +him. + +The man leaned forward and peered into the case. + +"That's a picture of the Palisades, isn't it?" He had +ignored the fans. + +"Yes, so I understand." + +"Oh, I knew it first time I put my eyes on it. I'm +in the real-estate business. I've got a lot of cottage +sites along that top edge. Is it for sale?" + +"It will be when it's cleaned and varnished and I +have it framed." + +"Belong to you?" + +"No; it belongs to a man who has left it for sale. +He went out as you came in." + +"What does he want for it?" + +"He would be satisfied with ten dollars, even less, +because he needs the money. I want fifty." + +"You want to make the rest?" + +"No, it all goes to him." + +"Well, what do you stick it on for?" + +"Because if it isn't worth that, it isn't worth anything." + +"Take it out and let me have a look at it. Yes, +just the spot. That whitish streak and that little puff +of steam is where they're breaking stone. Make a +good advertisement, wouldn't it, hanging up in your +office? You can show the owners just where the land +lies, and you can show a customer just what he's going +to own." + +A brisk bargaining then followed, he determined to +buy, and Felix to maintain his price. Before the ten +minutes were out, the bustling man had forgotten all +about the fan he was in search of for his wife and, +having assured himself that it was all oil-paint, every +square inch of it, had propped it up against an ancient +clock, standing back to see the effect, had haggled on +five, then ten, then twenty-five, and had finally surrendered +by laying five ten-dollar bills on the glass +case. After which he tucked the picture under his +arm, and without a word of any kind disappeared +through the street-door. + +And that is why the note which Felix had promised +to write Dogger was sent by messenger instead of by +mail within five minutes after the picture and the +buyer had disappeared. And that is why, too, all the +preliminary subterfuges were omitted, and the substitute +contained the announcement which follows: + +"Dear Mr. Dogger: + +"I have just sold your Palisade picture for fifty +dollars. The amount is at your service whenever you +call. "Yours truly, + "Felix O'Day." + + +That, too, is why Dogger was so overjoyed that he +beat the messenger back to Kling's, skipping over the +flag-stones most of the way till he reached the Dutchman's +door, where, as befitted a painter whose genius +had at last been recognized, he slowed down, entering +the store with a steady gait, a little restrained in his +manner, saying, as he tried to cram down his joy, that +it was a mere sketch, you know, something that he +had knocked off out-of-doors; that Nat had liked it +and had, so he said, taken it up to have it framed. +That, of course, he could not afford ever to repeat the +sale price--not for a ten by fourteen of that quality, +but that most of his rich patrons were still out of +town, and so it came in very well. + +And, oh, yes, he had almost forgotten! He and +Nat were going up to Laguerre's, on the Bronx, to an +old French cafe, where they often lunched and painted; +that Nat had suggested just as he left the studio that +it would be a good thing if Felix and that dear child +Masie would go with them, and that they would go +Saturday, which was to-morrow, if that would suit +O'Day and Masie. And if that wouldn't suit, why +then they'd go the very first day that did, say Sunday +or Monday, the sooner the better. + +To all of which Felix, reading every thought that +lurked behind the moist eyes of the tender-hearted old +fraud, had replied that, if he had the choosing, to-morrow, +of all the days in the year, would be the very +day he would select, and that he and Masie would +be ready any hour that he and Mr. Ganger would +be good enough to call for them. + +At which the old painter took himself off in high +glee. + +And an altogether delightful and a very happy party +it was. Sam, as host-in-chief, sparing no expense, his +first act being to pre-empt a summer-house covered +with vines, already tinged by the touches of autumn's +fingers; and his second to insist in a loud voice on chairs +and table-cloths, instead of a sandwich spread out on a +bench, as had been their custom, followed by a demand +for olives and a small bottle of red wine, to say nothing +of a double brace of chops, and all with the air of a +multimillionaire ordering a cold bottle and a hot bird +at Delmonico's. And Nat, grown ten years younger +--a mere boy in fact--showed Masie how to throw +little leaden weights down the throat of a small cast-iron +frog, and Felix mixed the salad and served it, +Masie changing the dishes and running back to the +house for fresh ones, while Fudge, in frenzied glee, +scurried over the soft earth as if he had suddenly been +seized with St. Vitus's dance. And then, when there +was not a crumb of anything left even for the chippies, +they all stretched themselves flat on the grass in the +warm Indian summer weather, the two old fellows entertaining +the child with all the stories they could +think of, Felix looking on, replenishing his pipe from +time to time, his own spirit soothed and comforted by +the happiness around him. + +Even Kitty noticed the new light in his eyes when +they all came back, for Felix brought the two old +painters into her sitting-room so that they might renew +an acquaintance they had made on the night of the +ball and "become better known to a woman of distinction," +as he laughingly put it, which so delighted +the dear soul that that night she said to her husband: + +"He'll stop trampin' pretty soon, I think, John. +Somethin's soaked into him in the last day or two. +It's them old painters, I think, that's helpin' him. +He come in a while ago with that child clingin' to +him and them two mossbacks followin' behin', and +his face was all ironed out, and I could see a song +trembling on his lips all ready to burst out. Pray +God it'll last!" + + + + +Chapter X + + + +While it was true that Felix, since Masie's party, +had gained the complete good-will of his neighbors, +there were, strange as it may seem, certain individuals +who, while they acknowledged the charm of his personality, +resented his quiet reserve. What nettled +them most was his not having told them at once who he +was and why he had come to Kling's, and why he had +stayed on wrapped in mystery. They considered themselves, +so to speak, as defrauded of something which +was their right and said so in plain terms. + +"Well, I hope it won't be a pair of handcuffs they'll +surprise him with some day"; or, "When that pal of +his turns up, then you'll see fun," being some of the +suggestions frequently made over counters, to be answered +by his loyal adherents with a "Well, I don't +care what ye say. I ain't never come across no man +any better than Felix O'Day since I lived here, and +that's no lie." + +There were others, too, who refused to believe +any good of the self-contained, reticent stranger. The +nephew of somebody's brother-in-law, who lived in +Lexington Avenue, was one. He had been promised, +by the cousin of somebody else, the position of clerk +with Otto Kling, and although Otto had never heard +of it, he WOULD have heard of it and the nephew been +duly installed but for "a galoot who SAID his name +was O'Day." + +And another thing. What was a fellow, who would +work under a Dutchman like Kling, for only enough +to pay his board, doing with a dress suit, anyhow? +The fact was that O'Day was either here "on the +quiet" to escape his creditors, while his friends were +trying to patch things up for his return, or he was +an English valet who had stolen his master's clothes. + +A new rumor now filled the air. O'Day, was a spy +sent by some foreign government to look after important +interests, like that Russian who had been employed +in a publishing house, where he wrote articles for an +encyclopaedia, only to be recognized later, whereupon +he had disappeared and was never seen again. Tim +Kelsey had known him. In fact, he had visited often +Tim's bookstore at night, just as O'Day was visiting it, +and where a lot of other queer-looking people could be +found if anybody would "take the trouble to knock at +Kelsey's door and peer in through the tobacco smoke +some night." + +All this gossip rolled off Kitty's mind as rain from +a tin roof. Only once did she rise up in anger with a +"Get out of my place! I'll not have ye soiling the +air with yer dirty talk. Get out, I say! Ye don't +know a gentleman when ye see him, and ye never +will." + +It was when these rumors as to her lodger's identity +were thickest and when Kitty's heart had begun to +fear that his despondency was returning, his nightly +prowls having been resumed, that a hansom cab stopped +in front of her door. + +It was one of her busy days, the sidewalk being +blocked up with twenty or more trunks, parcels, cribs, +and baby-carriages on their way, by the aid of Mike, +the big white horse, and John, to the Ferry for shipment +to Lakewood. Kitty was in charge of the quarter-deck, +her head bare, her sleeves rolled above her elbows, +showing her plump, ruddy arms, her cheeks and eyes +aglow with the crisp air of the morning. October had +set in, and one of those lung-filling, bracing days--the +sky swept by dancing clouds, dragging their skirts in +their flight--was making glad the great city. + +Kitty loved its snap and tang. She loved, too, the +excitement aroused by her duties, and was never so +happy as when there were but so many minutes to +catch a train--a fact she never ceased to impress upon +everybody about her, she knowing all the time that she +would so manage the loading as to have five minutes +to spare. + +"In with those hand-bags, Mike--in the front, where +that Saratoga trunk won't smash 'em. Now that crib +--no--not loose! Get that strap around it; do ye +want to have to pick it up before ye get half-way to +the tunnel? Hurry up, John, dear! Hold on--give me +the other handle of that--look at it now, big as a +chicken-coop! Them Fifth Avenue ladies will be livin' +in these things if they keep on." + +These orders and remarks, fired in rapid succession, +were interrupted to her great annoyance by the driver +of the hansom cab, who, impatient at the delay, had +touched his horse lightly with the whip, bringing the +big wheels to a stop in front of the huge trunk which +Kitty was anathematizing. + +"Go on wid ye! Drive on, I tell ye !" she cried, +opening fire on the driver. + +"Gentleman wants to--" + +"Well, I don't care what the gentleman wants. This +stuff's got to go aboard that wagon." + +Here the passenger's head was thrust forward. + +"Can you--" + +"Yes, of course I can, and glad to, no matter what it +is--but not this minute. Don't ye see what I'm up +against?" + +The hansom was backed its full length, the passenger +watching Kitty's movements with evident amusement. + +Two strong hands, one Kitty's and the other John's +--mostly John's--lifted the chicken-coop of a trunk +bodily, rested it for an instant on the forward wheel, +and with another "all together" jerk sent it rolling +into the wagon. This completed the loading. + +The passenger craned his head again. + +"I am staying in Gramercy Park, and want--" + +Kitty, who had been stretching her neck to its full +length to catch his words, straightened up. "Ye'll +have to get out. I'm no long-distance telephone, and +the racket of them horse-cars is enough to set a body +crazy." + +The passenger laughed, stretched out a leg, gathered +the other beside it, and stepped to the sidewalk. "You +seem to understand your business, my good woman," +he began, unbuttoning his overcoat to get at the inside +pocket of his cutaway. + +"Why shouldn't I? I been at it these twenty years." + +She had taken him in now, from his polished silk hat, +gray hair, and red cheeks down to his check trousers, +white spats, and well-brushed shoes. Her own face +was by this time wreathed in smiles; she saw the man +was a gentleman who had intended only to be courteous. +"Is that what ye came to tell me?" she cried. + +"No, but I would have done so if I had ever watched +you work. Oh, here it is," he continued, drawing out +his pocketbook. "I want you to--" he stopped and +looked at her from over the rims of his gold spectacles-- +"but I may not have hold of the right person. May I +ask if you belong here?" + +Her head went up with a toss, her eyes dancing. +"Of course ye can ask anything ye please, but I'll tell +ye right off I don't belong here. Every blessed thing +here belongs to me and my man John." + +The passenger broke into a laugh. He had evidently +found a rara avis, and was enjoying the discovery to the +full. American types always interested him; this sample +of Irish-New York was a revelation. + +"Go on," smiled Kitty, "I'm waitin'." + +"Well, take this order to No. 3 Gramercy Park, and +they will give you my two boxes, a shirt case, a roll of +steamer-rugs, and some golf-sticks in a leather pouch, +five pieces in all. Get them down to the Cunard dock +by eleven, and my servant will be there to take charge +of them. The steamer sails at twelve. Is that clear?" + +She reached for the paper and began checking off +the number of the apartment, number of pieces, dock, +and hour. This was all that interested her. + +"It is--clear as mud--and they'll be on time. And +now, who's to pay?" + +"I am, and--" He stopped suddenly, staring in +blank amazement at Felix, who had just emerged from +the side door and was stopping for a word with one of +John's drivers. "My God!" he muttered in a low +voice, as if talking to himself. "I can't be mistaken." + +Felix nodded a good morning to Kitty and, with +an alert, quick stride crossed the sidewalk diagonally, +and bent his steps toward Kling's. + +The Englishman followed him with his gaze, his open +pocketbook still in his hands. "Is that gentleman a +customer of yours?" Had he seen a dead man suddenly +come to life he could not have been more astounded. + +"He is, and pays his rent like one." + +"Rent? For what?" The customer seemed completely +at sea. + +"For my up-stairs room. He's my lodger and I +never had a better." + +The Englishman caught his breath. "Do you know +who he is?" he asked cautiously. + +"Of course I do! Do you happen to know him?" +John had moved up now and stood listening. + +"Not personally, but, unless I am very much mistaken, +that is Sir Felix O'Day." + +"Ye ain't mistaken, you're dead right--all but the +'Sir.' That's somethin' new to me. It's MR. Felix +O'Day around here, and there ain't a finer nor a better. +What do ye know about him?" Her voice had softened +and a slight shade of anxiety had crept into it. +John craned his head to hear the better. + +"Nothing to his discredit. He has had a lot of +trouble--terrible trouble--more than anybody I know. +I heard he had gone to Australia. I see now that he +came to New York. Well, upon my soul, Sir Felix +living over an express office!" + +He handed her a bill, waited until John had fished up +the change from the trousers pocket, repeated, in an +absent-minded way: "Sir Felix living here! Good +God! What next?" and, beckoning to the driver, +stepped inside the hansom and drove off. + +Kitty looked at her husband, her color coming and +going. "What did I tell ye, John, dear? And ye +wouldn't believe a word of it." + +John returned Kitty's look. He, too, was trying to +grasp the full meaning of the announcement. "Are ye +going to tell him ye know, Kitty?" Neither of them +had the slightest doubt of its truth. + +"No, I ain't," she flashed back. "Not a word--nor +nobody else. When Mr. Felix O'Day gits ready to tell +us, he will." + +"Will ye tell Father Cruse?" he persisted. + +"I don't know that I will. I'll have to think it over. +And now, John, remember!--not a word of this to any +livin' soul. Do ye promise?" + +"I do." He hesitated, another question struggling +to his lips, and then added: "What's up wid him, do +ye think, Kitty?" + +"I don't know, John, dear. I wish I did, but +whatever it is, its breakin' his heart." + + + + +Chapter XI + + + +The discovery of her lodger's title made but little +difference to Kitty, nor did it raise him a whit in her +estimation. At best, it only confirmed her first impression +of his being a gentleman--every inch of him. +She may have studied the more closely her lodger's +habits, noting his constant care of his person, the way +in which he used his knife and fork, the softness and +cleanliness of his hands--all object-lessons to her, for +she broke out on her husband the day after her talk +with the Englishman in the hansom cab with: + +"I want to tell ye that ye'll have to stop spatterin' +yer soup around after this, John, dear. I'm going to +have a clean table-cloth on every day, and a clean +napkin for him, and as I'm doin' the washing myself +ye've got to help an' not muss things. First thing ye +know he'll sour on what we are giving him and be +goin' off worse than ever, trampin' the streets till all +hours of the night." At which John had stretched his +big frame and with a prolonged yawn, his arms over +his head, had remarked: "All right, Kitty, you're boss. +Sir or no sir, he's got no frills about him--just plain +man like the rest of us." + +Neither would his title, had they known it, have +made the slightest difference to any one of the habitues +who gathered in Tim Kelsey's book-shop. + +Who Felix was, or what he had done, or what he was +about to do, were questions never considered, either by +Kelsey or by his friends. That he was part of the driftwood +left stranded and unrecognized on the intellectual +shore was enough. All that any of them asked for was +brains, and Felix, even before the first evening had +ended, had uncovered a stock so varied, and of such +unusual proportions, and of so brilliant a character +that he was always accorded the right of way whenever +he took charge of the talk. + +And a queer lot they were who listened, and a queer +lot they had to be, to enjoy Kelsey's confidence. "Men +are like books," he would often say to Felix. "It is +their insides I care for, no matter how badly they are +bound. The half-calf or all-morocco sort never appeal +to me. Shelf fellows seldom handled, I call +them, and a man who is not handled and rubbed up +against, with a corner worn off here and there, is like +a book kept under glass. Nobody cares anything about +it except as an ornament, and I have no room for +ornaments." + +That is why the door was kept shut at night, when +some half-calf rapped and Tim would get a look at +his binding through the shutter and tiptoe back, closing +the door of the inner room behind him. + +Among Kelsey's collection was old Silas Murford, the +custom-house clerk--a fat, stupid-looking old fellow +whose chin rested on his shirt-front and whose middle +rested on his knees, the whole of him, when seated, +filling Tim's biggest chair. Tim prized this volume +most, for when Silas began to talk, the sheepish look +would fade out of his placid face, his little pig eyes +would vanish, and the listener would discover to his +astonishment that not only was this lethargic lump of +flesh a delightful conversationalist but that he had +spent every hour he could spare from his custom-house +in a study of the American system of immigration-- +and had at his tongue's end a mass of statistics about +which few men knew anything. + +Crackburn, an authority on the earlier printers, then +in charge of the prints in the Astor Library, and who, +for diversion, ground lenses on the sly, was another +prize document. And so was Lockwood, the lapidary, +famous as a designer of medals and seals; and many +more such oddities. "Fine old copies," Kelsey would +say of them, "hand-printed, all of them; one or two, +like old Silas, extremely rare." + +That he considered Felix entitled to a place in his +private collection had been decided at their first meeting. +"Met a mask with a man behind it," he had announced +to his intimates that same night. "Got a fine +nose for what's worth having. Located that chant +book as soon as he laid his hands on it. I didn't get +any farther than the skin of his face and you won't, +either. He has promised to come over, and when you +have rubbed up against him for half an hour, as I did +this morning, you will think as I do." + +Since that time, Felix had spent many comforting +hours in Kelsey's little back room. Sometimes he +would drop in about nine and remain until half past +ten; at other times, it would be nearer midnight +before he would turn the knob. + +As for the shop itself, nothing up and down "The +Avenue" was quite as odd, quite as ramshackly, or +quite as picturesque. What the public saw, on either +side of the down-two-steps entrance, was a bench with +slanting shelves, holding a double row of books and +two patched glass windows, protecting disordered +heaps of prints, stained engravings, and old etchings, +the whole embedded in dust. + +What the owner's intimates saw, once they got inside +and continued to the end of the building, was +a low-ceiled room warmed by an old-fashioned Franklin +stove and lighted by a drop covered by a green shade. +All about were easy chairs, a table or two, a sideboard, +some long shelves loaded down with books, and an iron +safe which held some precious manuscripts and one or +two early editions. + +When the room was shut the shop was open, and +when the shop was shut, the shutters fastened, and +the two benches with their books lifted bodily and +brought inside, the little back room, smoke-dried as +an old ham, and as savory and inviting, once you got +its flavor, was ready for his guests. + +On one of these rare nights when the room was +full, it happened that the same fifteenth-century chant +book, which had brought Tim and Felix together, was +lying on the table. The discussion which followed +easily drifted into the influence of the Roman Catholic +church on the art of the period; Felix maintaining +that but for the impetus it gave, neither the art +of illumination nor any of the other arts would at the +time have reached the heights they attained. + +"This missal is but an example of it," he continued, +drawing the battered, yellow-stained book toward him. +"Whatever these old monks, with their religious fervor, +touched they enriched and glorified, whether it were +an initial letter, as you see here, or an altar-piece; and +more than that, many of them painted wonderfully +well." + +"And a narrow-minded, bigoted lot they were," +broke in Crackburn. "If they'd had their way there +would not have been a printing-press in existence. +If you are going to canonize anybody, begin with +Aldus Minutius." + +"Only a difference in patrons," chimed in Lockwood, +"the difference between a pope and a doge." + +"And it's the same to-day," echoed Kelsey, taking +the book from O'Day's hand, to keep the leaves from +buckling. "Only it's neither pope nor doge, but the +money king who's the patron. We should all starve +to death but for him. I've been waiting for Mr. O'Day +to hunt one down and make him buy this," he added, +closing the book carefully. "Nobody else around here +appreciates its rarity or would give a five-dollar bill +for it." + +"Go slow," puffed old Silas, hunched up in his chair. +"Money kings are good in their way, and so perhaps +were popes and doges, but give me a plain priest every +time. You wonder, Mr. O'Day, what those great +masters in art could have done without the protection +of the church. I wonder what the poor of to-day +would do without their priests. Go up to 28th Street +and look in at St. Barnabas's. Its doors are open +from before sunrise until near midnight. When you +are in trouble, either hungry or hunted, and most of +the poor are both, walk in and see what will happen. +You'll find that a priest in New York is everything +from a policeman to a hospital nurse, and he is always +on his job. When nobody else listens, he listens; when +nobody else helps, he holds out a hand. I haven't +lived here sixty years for nothing." + +"When you say 'listen,'" asked Felix, whose attention +to the conversation had never wavered, "do you +refer to the confessional?" + +"I do not. That's the least part of it. So are the +mass and the candles and choir-boys and the rest of +the outfit, all very well in their way, for Sundays and +fast-days, but just so much stage scenery to me, though +its heaven to the poor devils who get color and music +and restful quiet in contrast to their barren homes. +But praying before the altar is only one-quarter of +what these priests are doing every hour of the day +and night. It's part of my business to follow them +around, and I know. Hand me a light, Tim, my +pipe's out." + +Felix, being nearest the box, struck a match and +held it close to Silas's bowl, a cloud of smoke rising between +them. When it had cleared, O'Day remarked +quietly: "Don't stop, Mr. Murford; go on, I am +listening. You have, as you said, only told us one- +quarter of what these priests are doing. Where do +the other three-quarters come in?" + +Silas rapped the bowl against the arm of his chair +to clear it the better, and, twisting his great bulk toward +O'Day, said slowly: "If I tell you, will you listen +and keep on listening until I get through?" + +Felix bowed his head in acquiescence. The others, +knowing what a story from Silas meant, craned their +necks in his direction. + +"Well! One night last winter--over on Avenue A, +snow on the ground, mind you, and cold as Greenland-- +a row broke out on the third floor of a tenement house. +In the snow on the sidewalk shivered a half-naked girl. +She was sobbing. Her father had come in from his +night shift at the gas house, crazy drunk, a piece of +lead pipe in his hand. + +"Two or three people had stopped, gazed at the girl, +and passed her by. Tenement-house rows are too +common in some districts to be bothered over. A +policeman crossed the street, peered up the stairway, +listened to the screams inside, looked the sobbing +girl over, and kept on his way, swinging his club. A +priest came along--one I know, a well-set-up man, +who can take care of himself, no matter where. +He touched the girl's arm and drew her inside the +doorway, his head bent to hear her story. Then he +went up--in jumps--two steps at a time--stumbling +in the dark, picking himself up again, catching at the +rail to help him mount the quicker, the screams overhead +increasing at every step. When he reached the +door, it was bolted on the inside. He let drive with +his shoulder and in it went. The girl's mother was +crouching in the far corner of the room, behind a +heavy sofa. The drunken husband stood over her, +trying to get at her skull with the piece of lead pipe. + +"At the bursting in of the door the brute wheeled +and, with an oath, made straight for the priest, the +weapon in his fist. + +"The priest stepped clear of the door-jamb, moved +under the single gas-jet, drew out his crucifix, and held +it up. + +"The drunkard stood staring. + +"The priest advanced step by step. The brute +cowered, staggered back, and fell in a heap on the floor." + +"Magnificent," broke out Lockwood. "Superb! +And well told. You would make a great actor, +Murford." + +"Perhaps," answered Silas with a reproving look, +"but don't forget that it HAPPENED." + +"I haven't a doubt of it," exclaimed Felix quietly, +"but please go on, Mr. Murford. To me your story +has only begun. What happened next?" + +Silas's eyes glistened. Lockwood's criticism had gone +over his head; he was accustomed to that sort of thing. +What pleased him was the interest O'Day had shown +in his pet subject--the sufferings of the poor being one +of his lifelong topics of thought and conversation. + +"The confessional happened next," replied Silas. +"Then a sober husband, a sober wife, and a girl at +work--and they are still at it--for I got the man a job +as night-watchman in the custom-house, at Father +Cruse's request." + +Felix started forward. "You surely don't mean +Father Cruse of St. Barnabas's?" he exclaimed eagerly. + +"Exactly." + +"Was it he who burst in that door?" + +"It was, and there isn't a tramp or a stranded girl +within half a mile of where we sit that he doesn't +know and take care of. So I say you can have your +money kings and your popes and your doges; as for +me, I'll take Father Cruse every time, and there's +dozens just like him." + +Felix pushed back his chair, reached for his hat, +said good night in his usual civil tone, and left the +shop, Murford merely nodding at him over the bowl +of his pipe, the others taking no notice of his departure. +It was the way they did things at Kelsey's. +There were no great welcomings when they arrived +and no good-bys when they parted. They would meet +again the next night, perhaps the next morning--and +more extended courtesies were considered unnecessary. + +All the way back to Kitty's the erect figure of Father +Cruse, holding the emblem of his faith in that dimly +lighted room stood out clear. He wondered why he +had not seen more of the man whose courage and faith +he himself had dimly recognized at their first meeting, +and determined to cultivate his acquaintance at once. +Long ago he had promised Kitty to do so. He would +keep that promise by timing his visit so as to reach +St. Barnabas's when the service was over. The balance +of the evening could then be spent with the father. + +He glanced at his watch and a glow of satisfaction +spread over his face as he noted the hour. Kitty would +be up, and he would have the opportunity of delighting +her with the details of the tribute Murford had +paid her beloved priest. The more he pictured the +effect upon her, the lighter grew his heart. + +He began before the knob of the sitting-room had +left his hand and had gone as far as: "Oh I heard +something about a friend of yours who--" when she +checked him by rising to her feet and exclaiming: + +"Hold on a minute and listen to me first. I have +something that belongs to ye. I found it after ye'd +gone out, and ran after ye. I thought ye'd miss +it and come back. I wonder ye didn't. Ye see I was +tidyin' up yer room, and yer brush dropped down +behind the bureau; and when I pushed it out from +the wall I found this under the edge of the carpet. +Ye better keep these little things in the drawer." Her +hand was in the capacious pocket of her apron as she +spoke, her plump fingers feeling about its depths. "Oh, +here it is," she cried. "I was gettin' nigh scared ter +death fer fear I'd lost it. Here, give me your cuff and +I'll put it in fer ye." + +"What is it? A cuff button?" he asked, controlling +his disappointment but biding his time. + +"Yes, and a good one." + +"I'm sorry, Mistress Kitty, but it cannot be mine," +he returned with a smile. "I have but one pair, and +both buttons are in place, as you can see," and he held +out his cuffs. + +"Well, then, who can this one belong to? Take a +look at it. It's got arms on one button and two letters +mixed up together on the other," and she dropped it +into his hand. + +Felix held the sleeve-links to the light, smothered a +cry and, with a quick movement of his hands, steadied +himself by the table. + +"Where did you get this?" he breathed rather than +spoke. + +"I just told ye. Down behind the bureau where ye +dropped it, along with your hair-brush." + +Felix tightened his fingers, straining the muscles of +his arms, striving with all his might to keep his body +from shaking. He had his back to her, his face toward +the lamp, and had thus escaped her scrutiny. "I +haven't lost it," he faltered, prolonging the examination +to gain time and speaking with great deliberation. + +"Ye haven't! Oh, I am that disappointed! And +ye didn't drop it? Well, then, who did drop it?" she +cried, looking over his shoulder. She had been thinking +all the evening how pleased he would be when she returned +it, and in her chagrin had not noticed the +mental storm he was trying to master. + +"And ye're sure ye didn't drop it?" she reiterated. + +"Quite sure," he answered slowly, his face still in +the shadow, the link still in his hand. + +"Well, that's the strangest thing I ever heard! We +don't have nobody--we ain't never had nobody up in +that room with things on 'em like that. The fellow +that John and I fired didn't have no sleeve-buttons." + +"Perhaps somebody else may have dropped it," he +answered, sinking into a chair. He was devouring her +face, trying to read behind her eyes, praying she would +go on, yet fearing to prolong the inquiry lest she should +discover his agitation. + +"No, there ain't nobody," she said at last, "and if +there was there wouldn't-- Stop! Hold on a minute, +I got it! You've bin here six months or more, ain't +ye?" + +Felix nodded, his eyes still fastened on her own. A +nod was better than the spoken word until his voice +obeyed him the better. + +"An' ye ain't had a soul in that room but yerself +since ye've been here? Is that true?" + +Again Felix nodded. + +"Of course it's true, whether ye say it or not. What +a fool I was to ask ye! I got it now. That sleeve- +link belongs to a poor creature who slept in that room +three or four days before ye come and skipped the +next morning." + +Felix's fingers tightened on the arm of the chair. For +the moment it seemed to him as if he were swaying +with the room. "Some one you were kind to, I suppose," +he said, lifting a hand to shade his face, the +words coming one at a time, every muscle in his body +taut. + +"What else could we do? Leave the poor thing out +in the cold and wet?" + +"It was, then, some one you picked up, was it not?" +The room had stopped swaying and he was beginning +to breathe evenly again. He saw that he had not betrayed +himself. Her calm proved it; and so did the +infinite pity that crept into her tones as she related +the incident. + +"No, some one Tom McGinniss picked up on his +beat, or would have picked up hadn't John and I come +along. And that wet she was, and everything streamin' +puddles, an' she, poor dear, draggled like a dog in the +gutter." + +Felix's sheltering hand sagged suddenly, exposing for +a moment his strained face and wide-open eyes. + +"I didn't understand it was a woman," he stammered, +turning his head still farther from the light of +the lamp. + +"Yes, of course, it was a woman, and a lady, too. +That's what I've been a-tellin' ye. Here, take my seat +if that light gets into your eyes. I see it's botherin' +ye. It's that red shade that does it. It sets John +half crazy sometimes. I'll turn it down. Well, that's +better. Yes, a lady. An' she wet as a rat an' all +the heart out of her. An' that link ye got in yer +hand is hers and nobody else's. John and I had been +to evening service at St. Barnabas's, an' we hung on +behind till everybody had gone so as to have a word +with Father Cruse, after he had taken off his vestments. +We bid him good night, come out of the 29th +Street door, and kept on toward Lexington Avenue. +We hadn't gone but a little way from the church, when +John, who was walking ahead, come up agin Tom +McGinniss. He was stooping over a woman huddled +up on them big front steps before you get to the corner. + +"'What are you doin', Tom?' says John. + +"'It's a drunk,' he says, 'an I'll run her in an' she'll +sleep it off and be all the better in the mornin'.' + +"'Let me take a look at her, Tom,' says I; an' I got +close to her breath and there was no more liquor inside +her than there is in me this minute. + +"'You'll do nothin' of the kind, Tom McGinniss,' +says I. 'This poor thing is beat out with cold and +hunger. Give her to me. I'll take her home. Get hold +of her, John, an' lift her up.' + +"If ye'd 'a' seen her, Mr. O'Day, it would have torn +ye all to pieces. The life and spirit was all out of her. +She was like a child half asleep, that would go anywhere +you took her. If I'd said, 'Come along, I'm goin' +to drown ye,' she'd 'a' come just the same. Not one +word fell out of her mouth. Just went along between +us, John an' I helpin' her over the curbs and gutters +until she got to this kitchen, an' I sat her down in that +chair, close by the stove, and began to dry her out, +for her dress was all soaked in the mud and streamin' +with water. I got some hot coffee into her, an' found a +pair of John's old shoes, an' put 'em on her feet till I +had dried her own, an' when she got so she could speak +--not drunk, mind ye, nor doped; just dazed like as if +she had been hunted and had given up all hope. She +said like a sick child speakin': 'You've been very kind, +and I'm very grateful. I'll go now.' + +"'No, ye won't,' I says; 'ye'll stay where ye are. +Ye don't leave this place to-night. Ye'll go up-stairs +and git into my bed.' She looked at me kind o' scared- +like; then she looked at John an' our big man Mike +who had come in while I was dryin' her out, but I +stopped that right away. 'No, ye needn't worry,' I +said, 'an' ye won't. Ye're just as safe here as ye would +be in your mother's arms. Ye ain't the first one my man +John an' I have taken care of, an' ye won't be the last. +Take another sip o' that hot coffee, an' come with me.' + +"Well, we got her up-stairs, an' I helped her undress, +an' when I unhooked her skirt an' it fell to the floor, +I saw what I was up aginst. She had the finest pair +of silk stockings on her feet ye ever seen in your life, +and her petticoat was frills up to her knees. She said +nothin' an' I said nothin'. 'Git in,' I said, an' I +turned down the cover and come out. The next +mornin' the boys had to get over to Hoboken, an' I +was up before daylight and then back to bed again. +At seven o'clock I went to her room and pushed in the +door. She was gone, an' I've never seen her since. That +cuff-link's hers. Take it up-stairs with ye an' put it +in the wash-stand drawer. I'll lose it if I keep it down +here, an' she's bound to come back for it some day. +What time is it? Twelve o'clock, if I'm alive! Well, +then, I'm goin' to bed, and you're goin', too. John's +got his key, and there's his coffee, but he won't be +long now." + +Felix sat still. Only when she had finished busying +herself about the room making ready to close the +place for the night did he rouse himself. So still was +he, and so absorbed that she thought he had fallen +asleep, until she became aware of a flash from under +the overhanging brows and heard him say, as if speaking +to himself: "It was very good of you. Yes, very +good--of you--to do it, and--I suppose she never came +back?" + +"She never did," returned Kitty, drawing a chair +away from the heat of the stove, "and I'm that sorry +she didn't. I'll fix the lights when ye've gone up. +Good night to ye." + +"Good night, Mrs. Cleary," and he left the room. + +In the same absorbed way he mounted the stairs, +opened his own door and, without turning up the gas, +sank heavily into a chair, the link still held fast in his +hand. A moment later he sprang from his seat, stepped +quickly to the gas-jet, turned up the light, and held one +of the small buttons to the flame, as if to reassure himself +of the initials; then with a smothered cry fell +across the narrow bed, his face hidden in the quilt. + +For an hour he lay motionless, his mind a seething +caldron, above which writhed distorted shapes who hid +their faces as they mounted upward. When these +vanished and a certain calm fell upon him, two figures +detached themselves and stood clear: a woman cowering +on a door-step, her skirts befouled with the slime +of the streets, and a priest with hand upraised, his +only weapon the symbol of his God. + + + + +Chapter XII + + + +The morning brought him little relief. He drank +his coffee in comparative silence and crossed the street +to his work with only a slight bend of his head toward +Kitty, who was helping Mike tag some baggage. She +noticed then how pale he was and the wan smile that +swept over his face as she waved her hand at him in +answer, but she was too busy over the trunks to give +the subject further thought. + +Masie was waiting for him in the back part of the +shop, which, by the same old process of moving things +around, had been fitted up into a sort of private office +for Kling, two high-back settles serving for one wall, +three bureaus for another, while some Spanish chairs, +a hair-cloth sofa studded with brass nails, an inlaid +table, and a Daghestan rug helped to make it secluded +and attractive. Kling liked the new arrangement because +he could keep one eye on his books and the other +on the front door, thus killing two birds with one stone. +Masie loved it because when Felix had so many customers +that he could neither talk nor play with her, it +served her as a temporary refuge--as would a shelter +until the rain was over--and Felix delighted in it because +it kept Kling out of the way, the good-natured +Dutchman having often spoiled a sale by what Felix +called "inopportune remarks at opportune moments." + +Although Masie's business on this particular morning +was nothing more important than merely saying good-by +to her "Uncle Felix" before she went to school, her +wee stub of a nose had, until she saw him cross the +street, been flattened against the glass of her father's +front door, her two eager, anxious eyes fixed on Kitty's +sidewalk. Felix was over an hour late, something +which had never happened before and something which +could not have happened now unless he had either +overslept himself--an unbelievable fact, or was ill--a +calamity which could not be thought of for a moment. + +While a nod and a faint smile had done for Kitty, +and a "No, I was not very well last night," had sufficed +for Kling, whose eyebrows made the inquiry--he never +finding fault with O'Day for lapses of any kind--the +case was far different when it came to Masie. The +little lady had to be coaxed into one of the easy chairs +in the improvised office and comforted with an arm +around her shoulder, to say nothing of having her hair +smoothed back from her face, followed by a kiss on +her white forehead, before her overwrought anxieties +were allayed. + +That he was not himself was apparent to every one. +Masie was still sure of it when she bade him good-by, +and Kling became convinced of it long before the day +was over. As the afternoon wore on, however, he grew +calmer. His indomitable will began to reassert itself. +His manner became more alert, and his glance clearer. + +When he found himself able to think, he determined +that his first move must be to find Carlin, and that +very night. It had been some weeks since he had +visited the ship-chandler. He had tried the latch several +times, and would have repeated his visits had not +a bystander told him that Carlin was in the country +fitting out a yacht for one of his customers and would +not be back for a month. The time was now up. + +And yet, when he thought it all over, could he, +in view of this new phase of the case, seek Carlin's +help and advice? What might be better--and his +heart gave a bound--would be to see Father Cruse. +The woman whom Kitty had picked up might be one +of his waifs, who, overcome by fatigue or illness after +leaving the church, had fallen on the door-step where +the policeman had found her. + +At six o'clock he left the shop with a formal good +night to Kling, a hasty, almost abrupt good-by to +Masie, and, without a word of any kind to Kitty, whose +quiet scrutiny he dreaded, bent his steps to a small +eating-room in the basement of one of the old-time +private houses in Lexington Avenue, where he sometimes +took his meals. At seven o'clock he was threading +his way through the crowds in Third Avenue, +searching the face of every one he met. At eight +o'clock, his impatience growing, he turned into 28th +Street and mounted the short flight of steps in front of +St. Barnabas's. The tones of the organ, as well as the +illumined stained-glass windows and the groups of people +around the swinging doors of the vestibule, showed +that a service was being held. These, however, were +the only evidences that a body of people had met to +pray inside, both pavements outside being filled with +hurrying throngs, as were the barrooms opposite, +crowded with loud-talking men lining the bars, with +here and there a woman at a table. + +Passing through the vestibule doors, he entered the +church and found a seat near the entrance. Father +Cruse, in full vestments, was officiating. He was before +the altar at the moment, his back to the congregation. +Most of them were working people who had +only their evenings free, and for whom these services +were held: girls from the department stores, servants +with an evening out, trainmen from the Elevated, off +duty for an hour or two, small storekeepers whose +places closed early, with their wives and children beside +them, all under the spell of the hushed interior. Some +prayed without moving, their heads bowed; others +kept their eyes fixed on the priest. One or two had +their faces turned toward the choir-loft, completely +absorbed in the full, deep tones that rolled now and +then through the responses. + +Nothing of all this impressed Felix at first. He +had always regarded the Roman Catholic church as +embodying a religion adapted only to the ignorant +and the superstitious. But, as he looked about on +the rapt body of worshippers, he suddenly wondered +if there were not something in its beliefs, forms, and +ceremonies that he had hitherto missed. + +The wonder grew upon him as he watched the worshippers, +his eyes resting now on a figure of a woman +on her knees before the small altar at his left, her half- +naked baby flat on its back beside her; and again that +of an unkempt gray-haired man, his clothes old and +ragged, his body bent, his lips trembling in supplication. +All at once, and for the first time in his life, he began +to realize the existence of a something all-powerful, to +which these people appealed, a something beneficent +which swept their faces free of care, as a light drives +out darkness, and sent them home with new hope and +courage. Religion had played no part in his life. +From his boyhood he had made his fight without it. +Had they tried and failed and, disheartened in their +failure, sought at last for higher help, realizing that +no one man was strong enough to make the fight of +life alone? + +As he asked himself these questions, the personality +of the priest began to exert its influence over him. He +followed his movements, the dignity and solemnity with +which he exercised his functions, the reverential tones +of his voice, the adoration shown in his every act and +gesture. And as he watched there arose another question +--one he had often debated within himself: Were +these people about him calmed and rested by the magnetic +personality of the big-chested, strong-armed man; +were they aided by the seductions of music, incense, +and color, including the very vestments that hung +from his broad shoulders; or did the calm and rest +and aid proceed from a source infinitely higher, more +powerful, more compelling, as had been shown in the +case of the would-be murderer cowed by the sight of +a sacred emblem? And if there were two personalities, +two influences, two dominant powers, one of man +and the other of God, which one had he, Felix O'Day, +come here to invoke? + +At this mental question, the more practical side of +his nature came to the fore. + +"Neither of them," he said firmly to himself, "neither +God nor priest." What he had come for had nothing +to do with religion or with its forms. A woman had +been found lying on a door-step near this church, who +might have attended the same evening service. If so, +Father Cruse might have seen her--no doubt knew her, +in fact, must have both seen and recognized her. She +was the kind of woman whom Murford said Father +Cruse helped. What he was here for was to ask the +priest a simple, straightforward question. This over, +he would continue on his way. + +Then a sudden check arose. How was he to describe +this woman? He had not dared probe Kitty for any +further details than those she had given him. To waste +therefore, the valuable time of Father Cruse with no +more information than he at present possessed would +be as inconsiderate as it was foolish. + +With this new view of the difficulty confronting him, +he reached for his hat, so as to be ready at the first +break in the service to tiptoe noiselessly out. He would +then go back to Kitty and, without exciting her suspicions, +learn something more of the outward appearance +of the object of her tender sympathy. + +As he was about to leave the pew, the tones of a +tiny bell were heard through the aisles. Instantly a +deep, almost breathless, silence fell upon the church. +The penitents, who were on their knees beneath the +clusters of candles lighting the side chapels, remained +motionless; those in the seats bowed their heads, their +foreheads resting on the backs of the pews. + +As he listened with lowered head, a dull, scuffling +sound was heard near the swinging doors of the vestibule, +as if some one were being roughly handled. Then +an angry voice, "she shan't go in!" followed by high- +pitched, defiant tones: "Get out of my way. I shan't +go in, shan't I? I'd like to see you or anybody else +keep me out! This place is free, and so am I. Jim +hasn't showed up, and I'm going to wait for him here. +I've got a date." + +She was abreast of Felix now, a girl of twenty, +maudlin drunk, her hat awry, her hair in a frowse, +her dress open at the neck. + +She steadied herself for a moment, and became conscious +of Felix, who had risen, horror-stricken, from +his seat. + +"Jim ain't showed up. He is all right, and don't +you forget it. Them guys wanted to give me the +grand bounce, but I got a date, see?" + +She reeled on up the aisle until she reached the steps +of the altar. There she stood, swaying before the +lights, repeating her cry: "They dassen't touch me. +I got a date, I tell you!" + +Father Cruse, without turning, continued his ministrations +with the same composure he would have +maintained at a baptism had its solemnity been disturbed +by the cry of a child. By this time, several +women, appalled by the sacrilege, left their seats and +moved toward her, begging, then commanding, her to +stop talking, all fearing to add to the noise yet not +daring to let it continue, until they gently but firmly +pushed her through the door at the end of the church +and so on into the street. + +Felix had followed every movement of the girl with +an intensity that almost paralyzed his senses. He had +looked into her bloodshot eyes, noted the hard lines +drawn around the corners of her mouth, the coarse, +painted lips, dry hair, and sunken cheeks. He had +heard her harsh laugh and caught the glint of her +drunken leer. A cold shiver swept through him. It +was as if he had stepped on a flat stone covering a grave +which had tilted beneath his feet, revealing a corpse +but a few months buried. Had he been anywhere else +he would have sunk to the floor--not to pray, but +to rest his knees, which seemed giving out under +him. + +When service was over, he made his way down the +aisle, waited until the last of the worshippers had had +their final word with their priest, and, with a respectful +bend of the head in recognition, followed Father +Cruse into the sacristy. + +"You remember me?" he said in a hoarse, constrained +voice when the priest turned and faced him. + +"Yes, you are Mr. O'Day--Kitty Cleary's friend, and +I need not tell you how glad I am to see you," and he +held out a cordial hand. + +"I have come as I promised you I would. Can you +give me half an hour?" + +"With the greatest pleasure. My duties are over +just as soon as I put these vestments away. But I am +sorry you came to-night, for you have witnessed a most +distressing sight." + +Felix looked at him steadily. "Do such things happen +often?" he asked, his voice breaking. + +"Everything happens here, Mr. O'Day," replied the +priest gravely; "incredible things. We once found a +baby a month old in the gallery. We baptized him and +he is now one of our choir-boys. But, forgive me," he +added with a smile, "such sights are best forgotten and +may not interest you." He was studying his visitor +as a doctor does a patient, trying to discover the seat +of the disease. That Felix was not the same man he +had met the night at Kitty's was apparent; then he +had been merely a man with a sorrow, now he seemed +laboring under a weight too heavy to bear. + +Felix drew back his shoulders as if to brace himself +the better and said: "Can we talk here?" + +"Yes, and with absolute privacy and freedom. Take +this chair; I will sit beside you." It was the voice of +the father confessor now, encouraging the unburdening +of a soul. + +Felix glanced first around the simple room, with its +quiet and seclusion, then stepped back and closed the +sacristy door, saying, as he took his seat: "There is no +need, I suppose, of locking it?" + +"Not the slightest." + +For a moment he sat with head bowed, one hand +pressed to his forehead. The priest waited, saying +nothing. + +"I have come to you, Father Cruse, because I need +a man's help--not a priest's--a MAN'S. If I have made +no mistake, you are one." + +The fine white fingers of the priest were rising and +falling ever so slightly on the velvet arm of the chair on +which his hand rested, a compound gesture showing +that both his brain and his hand were at his listener's +service. + +"Go on," he said gently and firmly. "As priest or +man, Mr. O'Day, I am ready." + +Felix paused; the priest bent his head in closer attention. +He was accustomed to halting confessions, +and ready with a prompting word if the sinner faltered. + +"It is about my wife." + +The words seemed to choke him, as if the grip of +a long-held silence had not yet quite relaxed its +hold. + +"Not ill, I hope?" + +"No, she is not ill." + +The priest leaned forward, a startled look on his face. +"You surely don't mean she is dead?" + +O'Day did not answer. + +Father Cruse settled back into the depths of his +chair. "She has left you, then," he said in a conclusive +tone. + +"Yes--a year ago." + +He stopped, started to speak, and, with a baffled +gesture, said: "No, you might better have it all. It +is the only way you will understand; I will begin at +the beginning." + +The priest laid his hand soothingly on O'Day's wrist. +"Take your time. I have nothing else to do except +to listen and--help you if I can." + +The touch of the priest had steadied him. "Thank +you, Father," he said simply, and went on. + +"A year ago, as I have said, my wife left me and +went off with a man named Dalton. Later I learned +she was here, and I came over to see what I could do +to help her." + +Father Cruse raised his eyebrows inquiringly. + +"Yes, just that--to help her when she needed help, +for I knew she would need it sooner or later. She was +not a bad woman when she left me, and she is not now, +unless he has made her so. She is only an easily persuaded, +pleasure-loving woman, and when my father +was forced into bankruptcy and we all suffered together, +she blamed me for giving up what money I +had in trying to straighten out his affairs; and then +our infant daughter died, and that so upset her mind +that when Dalton came along she let everything go. +That is one solution of it--the one which her friends +give out. I will tell you the truth. It is that I was +twenty years older than she, that she loved me as a +young girl loves an older man who had been brought +up almost in her own family, for our properties adjoined, +and that when she woke up, it was to find +out that I was not the man she would have married +had she been given a few more years' time in which +to make up her mind. + +"When she ran away I lost my bearings. I used +to sit in my room in the club for hours at a time, +staring at the morning paper, never seeing the print; +thinking only of my wife and our life together--all of +it, from the day we were married. I recalled her childish +nature, her fits of sudden temper always ending in +tears, and her wilfulness. Then my own responsibility +loomed up. To let this child go to the devil would +be a crime. When this idea became firmly set in my +mind, I determined to follow her no matter what she +had done or where she had gone. + +"I had meant to go to Australia and look after +sheep--I knew something about them--but I changed +my plans when I overheard a conversation at my club +and concluded that Dalton had brought her here-- +although the conversation itself was only the repetition +of a rumor. Since then I have found out that they are +both here, or were some six months ago. + +"You can understand, now, why I am living at Mrs. +Cleary's and working in Mr. Kling's store. I had +but a few pounds left after paying my passage and +there was no one from whom I could borrow, even if +I had been so disposed; so work of some kind was +necessary. It may be just as well for me to tell you, +too, that nobody at home knows where I am, and that +but two persons in New York know me at all. One is a +man named Carlin, who served on one of my father- +in-law's vessels, and the other is his sister Martha, who +was a nurse in my wife's family. + +"Dalton, so I understood, had considerable money +when he left, enough to last him some months, and +until yesterday I have hunted for them where I thought +he would be sure to spend it, in the richer cafes and +restaurants, outside the opera-houses and the fashionable +theatres--places where two strangers in the city +would naturally spend their evenings, and a woman +loving light and color as she did would want to go. + +"All these theories were upset last night when Mrs. +Cleary gave me some details of a woman she had picked +up near your church. She found her, it seems, some +months ago--last April, in fact--on the steps of a +private house near your church--here on 29th Street +--took her home and made her spend the night there. +In the morning she disappeared without any one seeing +her. Yesterday, while moving the bureau in my room, +Mrs. Cleary found a sleeve-link on the carpet; she +thought it was one I had dropped. I have it in my +trunk. It is one of a pair my wife gave me on my +birthday, the year we were married. I missed it from +my jewel case after she left, and thought somebody +had stolen it. Now I know that my wife must have +taken it, and then dropped it at Mrs. Cleary's. So +I came here tonight hoping against hope--it was so +many months ago--to get some further information +regarding her. Then I remembered that I had not +asked Mrs. Cleary what the woman looked like, and +I was about to return home, when that poor girl +staggered in, and I got a look at her face. I lost my +hold on myself then and--" + +He sprang to his feet and began striding across the +room, his eyes blazing, one clinched fist upraised: "By +God! Father Cruse, I know something of Dalton's +earlier life and of what he is capable. And I tell you +right here, that if he has brought my wife to that, +I shall kill him the moment I set my eyes on him. +To take a child of a woman, foolish and vain as she +was--stupid if you will--and--" he halted, covered +his face in his hands, and broke into sobs. + +During the long recital Father Cruse had neither +spoken nor moved. He was accustomed to such outbursts, +but it had been many years since he had seen +so strong a man weep as bitterly. Better let the +storm pass--he would master himself the sooner. + +A full minute elapsed, and then, with a groan that +seemed to come from the depths of his being, O'Day +lifted his head, brushed the hot tears from his eyes, and +continued: + +"You must forgive me, for I am utterly broken up. +But I can't go on any longer this way! I have got to +let go--I have got to talk to somebody. That dear +woman with whom I live is kindness itself and would +do anything she could for me, but somehow I cannot +tell her about these things. I may be wrong about it-- +but I was born that way. You know black from white +--you live here right in the midst of it--you see it every +day. Mr. Silas Murford told me the other night at +Kelsey's that you knew everybody in this neighborhood, +and so I came to you. Help me find my +wife!" + +Father Cruse drew his chair closer and laid his hand +soothingly on O'Day's knee. + +"It is unnecessary for me to tell you I will help you," +he answered in his low, smooth voice: "And now let +us get to work systematically and see what can be +done. I will begin by asking you a few questions. +What sort of a looking woman is your wife?" + +Felix straightened himself in his chair, felt in his +inside pocket, and took from it a colored photograph. +"As you see, she is rather small, with fair hair, blue +eyes, and a slight figure--the usual English type. She +has very beautiful teeth--very white--teeth you would +never forget once you saw them; and she has quite +small ears and, although the picture does not show +this, small hands and feet." + +"And how would she dress now? This evidently was +taken some years ago. I mean, what was her habit +of dress? Would it be such as an Englishwoman would +wear?" + +Felix pondered. "Well, when Lady Barbara left she +had--" + +An expression of surprise on the priest's face cut +short the sentence. O'Day looked at him in a startled +way; then he recalled his words. + +"Pardon me, but it is only fair that you should +know that Lady Barbara is the daughter of Lord Carnavon, +and that since my father's death they call me +Sir Felix. I have never used the title here and may +never use it anywhere. I would have assumed some +other name when I arrived here, except that I could +not bring myself to give up my own and my father's +--he never did anything to disgrace it. He was caught +in a trap, that is all, and I signed away everything I +could to help him out. He stood by me when I was +in India, and when he had a shilling he gave me half. +I would rather have died, much as my wife blamed +me, than not to have done what I did. + +"And I would do it all over again, although I did +not realize how big the load was until settling-day +came. Dalton was at the bottom of it all. He floated +the company. There was a story going around the +clubs that he had got me into squaring it all up, knowing +that I would be done for, and he could get away +with her easier, but I never believed it. He has come +into his own, if this wretched, suffering woman that +Mrs. Cleary picked up is my wife; and I will come +into mine"--here his eyes flashed--"if he has dragged +her down and--" + +Father Cruse again laid his quieting fingers this time +on Felix's wrist. + +"He has not dragged her down, Mr. O'Day. Of that +you may be sure. A woman of her class doesn't go to +pieces in a year. When she reaches the end of her +means she will either seek work or she will go to one of +the institutions to wait until she can hear from her +people at home. I have known--" + +Felix shook his head with an impatient movement. +"You don't know her," he exclaimed excitedly, "nor +do you know her family. Her father has shut his door +against her, and would step across her body if he found +it on the sidewalk rather than recognize her. Nor +would she ask him for a penny, nor let him or me or any +one else know of her misery." + +Again the priest sat silent. He did not attempt to +defend his theory--some better way of calming his +visitor must be found. He merely said, as if entirely +convinced by O'Day's denial: "Oh, well, we will let +that go, perhaps you know best"; and then added, +his voice softening, "and now one word more, before +we go into the details of our search, so that no complications +may arise in the future. You, of course, are +hunting for Lady Barbara to reinstate her as your wife +if--" + +O'Day sprang from his chair and stood over the +priest. The suggestion had come as a blow. + +"I will take her back!" + +The priest looked up in astonishment. "Yes, is it +not so?" + +The answer came between closed teeth. "I did not +expect that of you, Father Cruse, I thought you were +bigger--MUCH bigger. Can't you understand how a +man may want to stand by a woman for herself alone +without dragging in his own selfishness and-- No, I +forgot--you cannot understand--you never held a +woman in your arms--you do not realize her many +weaknesses, her childishness, her whims, her helplessness. +But take her back? NEVER! That chapter in +my life is dosed. My hunt for her all these months +has been to save her from herself and from the scoundrel +who has ruined her. When that is done I shall +pick up my life as best I can, but not with her." + +For some seconds the priest did not speak. Then +he said gently, again avoiding any disagreement. "Let +us hope that so happy an ending to all your sufferings +is not far off, my dear Mr. O'Day. And now another +question before we part for the night, one I perhaps +ought to have asked you before. Are you quite positive +that Kitty's visitor was your wife?" + +He had reserved this hopeful suggestion--one he +himself believed in--for the last. It would help lift +the dead weight of bitter anxiety which was sure to +overwhelm his visitor in the wakeful hours of the +night. + +Felix moved impatiently, like one combating a +physician's cheering words. "It must have been she, +who else could have dropped the sleeve-link?" + +"Several people. Excuse me if I talk along different +lines, but I have had a good deal of experience +in tracing out just such things as this, and I have +always found it safest to be sure of my facts before +deducing theories. It is not all clear to me that Kitty's +woman dropped the links. And even if she did, the +fact is no proof that the woman is your wife." + +"But the links are mine. There is no question of it-- +my initials and arms are cut into them." The impatience +was gone and a certain curiosity was manifesting +itself. + +"Quite true, and yet you once thought the links +were stolen. So let us presume for the present that +they were stolen and that this woman either bought +them, or was given them, or found them." + +Felix began pacing the floor, a gleam of hope illumining +the dark corners of his heart. The interview, +too, had calmed him--as do all confessions. + +The priest settled back in his seat. He saw that +the crisis had passed. There might be another outburst +in the future, but it would not have the intensity +of the one he had just witnessed. He waited until +Felix was opposite his chair and then asked, in a low +voice: "Well, may I not be right, Mr. O'Day?" + +Felix paused in his walk and gazed down at the +priest. "I don't know," he answered slowly. "My +head is not clear enough to think it out. Mrs. Cleary +might help unravel it. She saw her and will remember. +Shall I sound her when I go home--not to excite her +suspicions, of course, but so as to find out whether her +visitor were large or small--details like that?" + +"No, I will ask her, and in a way not to make her +suspect. She will think I am hunting for one of my +own people. It is wiser that she should not know yet +what you have told me. I would rather wait for the +time when this poor creature, whoever she is, needs a +sister's tenderness. She will get it there, for no finer +woman lives than Kitty Cleary." + +A sigh of intense relief escaped Felix. "And now +tell me where you will begin your hunt?" he asked, +one of his old search-light glances flashing from beneath +his brows. + +"Nowhere in particular. On the East Side, perhaps, +where I have means of knowing what strangers come +and go. Then among my own people here. I shall +know within twenty-four hours whether she has been +in the habit of attending evening service--that is, +within the last six months. A woman of the poorer +class would be difficult to locate, but there should not +be the slightest trouble in picking out one who, less +than a year ago, occupied your wife's social position-- +no matter how badly she were dressed." + +Felix stood musing. He had reached the limit of the +help he had come for. + +"And what can I do to assist?" + +"Nothing. Go home, and when I need you I will +send word. Good night." + + + + +Chapter XIII + + + +Had Felix continued his visits to Stephen Carlin's +shop, he might have escaped many sleepless hours and +saved himself many weary steps. + +Fate had doubtless dealt him one of those unlucky +cards which we so often find in our hands when the +game of life is being played. If, for instance, the book +to the right, holding the lost will, had been opened +instead of the book to the left; or if we had caught +the wrecked train by a minute or less; or had our +penny come up heads instead of coming up tails: how +many of the ills of life would have been avoided? And +so I say that had Felix continued his visits to Stephen +as he should have done, he would, one December afternoon, +have found the ship-chandler standing in the +door, spectacles on his nose, checking off a wagon-load +of manila rope which had just been discharged +on his pavement, stopping only to nod to the postman +who had brought him a letter. The delay in +breaking the seal was due entirely to the fact that a +coil of light cordage, used aboard the yachts he was +accustomed to fit out, had just been reported as missing, +and so the unopened letter was tossed on top a +barrel of sperm-oil to await his convenience. But it +was when Stephen caught sight of the small cramped +writing scrawled over the cheap yellow envelope, the +stamp askew, his own name and address crowded in +the lower left-hand corner, that the supreme moment +really arrived, for at that instant--had Felix been there +--he would have seen Carlin slit the covering with his +thumb-nail, lay aside his invoice, and drop on the first +seat within reach, to steady himself. + +Indeed, had Felix on this same December afternoon +surprised him even an hour later, say at six o'clock, +which he could very well have done, for Carlin did +not close his shop until seven, he would have come +upon him with the same letter in his hand, his whole +mind absorbed in its contents, especially the last paragraph: +"Be here at seven o'clock, sharp; don't ring +the bell below, just rap twice and I shall know it is +you. I have to be very careful who I let in." + + +It had been several weeks since Carlin had heard +from his sister. She had called at the store on her +return from Canada, where she had spent the summer, +and he had helped her find a small suite of rooms on a +side street off St. Mark's Place, which she subsequently +occupied, but since then she had never crossed his +threshold. At first she had kept him advised of her +nursing engagements--the days when her work carried +her out of town, or the addresses of those who +needed her in the city. These brief communications +having entirely ceased, he had decided in his anxiety +to look her up and, strange to say, on that very night. +That his hand trembled and his rough, weather-browned +face became tinged with color as he read her letter to +the end, turning the page and reading the whole a second +time, would have surprised anybody who knew +the stern, silent old sailor. His clerk, a thin, long-necked +young man wearing a paper collar and green +necktie, noticed his agitation and guessed wrong--Carlin +being a confirmed old bachelor. And so did the +driver of the wagon, who had to wait for his receipt +and who, wondering at Stephen's emotion, would have +asked what the letter was all about had not the ship-chandler, +after consulting his watch, crammed the +envelope into his side pocket, jumped to his feet, and +shouted to the Paper Collar to "roll the stuff off that +sidewalk and get everything stowed away, as he was +going up to St. Mark's Place." + + +Here and there in the whir of the great city a restful +breathing-spot is found, its stretch of grass dotted with +moss-covered tombs grouped around a low-pitched +church. At certain hours the sound of bells is heard and +the low rhythm of the organ throbbing through the +aisles. Then lines of quietly dressed worshippers stroll +along the bordered walks, the children's hands fast in +their mothers' the arched vestibule-door closing upon +them. + +Most of these oases, like Trinity, St. Paul's, and St. +Mark's, differ but little--the same low-pitched church, +the same slender spire, the same stretch of green with +its scattered gravestones. And, outside, the same old +demon of hurry, defied and hurled back by a lifted hand +armed with the cross. + +Of these three breathing-spaces, St. Mark's is, perhaps, +a little greener in the early spring, less dusty in +the summer heat, less bare and uninviting in the winter +snow. It is more restful, too, than the others, a place +in which to sit and muse--even to read. Out from +its shade and sunshine run queer side streets, with +still queerer houses, rising two stories and an attic, +each with a dormer and huge chimney. Dried-up old +aristocrats, these, living on the smallest of pensions, +taking toll of notaries public, shyster lawyers, peddlers +of steel pens, die-cutters, and dismal real-estate agents +in dismal offices boasting a desk, two chairs, and a map. + +Stephen's course lay in the direction of one of these +relics of better days--a wide-eyed house with a pieced-out +roof, flattened like an old woman's wig over a +sloping forehead, the eyebrows of eaves shading two +blinking windows. A most respectable old dowager of +a building, no doubt, in its time, with the best of +Madeira and the choicest of cuts going down two steps +into its welcoming basement. That was before the +iron railings were covered with rust and before the +three brownstone steps leading to the front door were +worn into scoops by heavy shoes; before the polished +mahogany doors were replaced by pine and painted a +dull, dirty green; before the banisters with their mahogany +rail were as full of cavities as a garden fence +with half its palings gone; and before--long before-- +some vulgar Paul Pry had cut a skylight in the hipped +roof, through which he could peer, taking note of whatever +went on inside the gloomy interior: each of these +several calamities but so much additional testimony +to its once grand estate, and every one of them but +so many steps in its downward career. + +For it had become anything but a happy house-- +this old dowager dwelling of the long ago. Indeed, it +was a very mournful and most depressing house, and +so were its tenants. In the basement was a barber +who spent half his time lounging about inside the small +door, without his white jacket, waiting for customers. +On the first-floor-back there was a music-teacher +whose pupils were so few and far between that only +the shortest of lessons at the longest of intervals were +recited on her piano; on the second-floor-front was a +wood-engraver who took to photography to pay his +rent. On the second-floor-back was a dressmaker who +could not collect her bills; while in the rear was a +laundress who washed for the tenants. Lastly, there +was Mrs. Martha Munger, Stephen Carlin's sister, +who occupied the third floor both front and back, over +the laundress's quarters, the one chimney serving +them both. + +While the evil eye of the skylight, despite its dishonorable +calling, might have been put to some good +use during the day, it can be safely said that it was of +no earthly, and for that matter of no heavenly, use +during the night. Nor did anything else in the way of +illumination take its place. My Lady Dowager's patrons +were too poor or too stingy to furnish even a +single burner up and down the three flights. The excuse +was that the rays of the arc-light, blazing away on the +opposite side of the street, were not only powerful +enough to shine through the weather-beaten hall +door covering the entrance but, still further, to illuminate +the rickety staircase--the very staircase up +which Stephen Carlin was now groping in answer to +Martha's letter. + +She had heard his heavy tread on the creaky steps, +and was watching for him with the door ajar--an +inch at first, and then wide open, her kerosene lamp +held over the railing to give him light. + +"Oh, but I'm glad you've come, Stephen. I was getting +worried. I was afraid maybe you didn't get the +letter. It's black dark outside, isn't it?" and she +glanced at the cheap clock on the mantel behind her. +"Come in, the kettle was boiling over when I heard +you. I'll talk to you in a minute." + +He followed with only a pressure of her hand, and, +without a word of greeting, seated himself near a table. +In the same quiet, silent way he watched her as she +busied herself about the apartment, lifting the kettle +from the stove, adjusting the wick of the lamp which +had begun to smoke from the draft of the open door, +taking from a shelf two cups and saucers and from a +tin bread box a loaf and some crackers. + +When, in one of her journeys to and fro, she passed +where the light of the lamp fell full upon her round face, +framed in its white cap and long strings, he gave a +slight start. There were dark circles below her eyes +and heavy lines near the corners of her mouth--signs +he had not seen since the month she had spent in the +Marine Hospital when the plague was stamped out. +He noticed, too, that her robust figure, with its broad +shoulders and capacious bosom, restful pillow to many +a new-born baby, seemed shrunken--not in weight, +but in its spring, as if all her alertness (she was under +fifty) had oozed out. It was only when she had completed +her labors and taken a chair beside him, her +soft, nursing hand covering his own, that his mind reverted +to the tragedy which had brought him to her side. +Even then, although she sat with her face turned +toward his, her eyes reading his own, some moments +passed before either of them spoke. At last, in a +wondering, dazed way, she exclaimed: "Have you, +in all your life, Stephen, ever heard anything like +it?" + +Carlin shook his head. The letter had given him the +facts, and no additional details could alter the situation. +It was as if a dead body were lying in the next room +awaiting interment; when the time came he would +step in and look at it, ask the hour of burial, and +step out again. + +"I came as soon as I'd read your letter," he said +slowly examining one by one his rough fingers bunched +together in his lap. "We got chuck-a-block on Second +Avenue or I'd have been here before. Why didn't you +let me know sooner?" As he spoke he shifted his gaze +to the wrinkles in her throat--a new anxiety rising as he +noticed how many more had gathered since he saw +her last. + +"She wouldn't have it, and I want to tell you that +you've got to be careful, as it is. And mind you don't +speak too sudden to her." + +In answer he craned his head as if to see around the +jamb of the door leading into the smaller room and, +lowering his voice, whispered: "Is she here now?" + +"No, but she will be in a few minutes; she's often +late, she waits until it's dark." + +"How long has she been here with you?" + +"About two weeks." + +"Two weeks! You didn't tell me that." + +"She wouldn't let me. She is having trouble enough +and I have to do pretty much as she wants." + +He ruminated for a moment, this time scrutinizing +the palms of his hands, seemingly interested in some +callous spots near the thumb-joint, and then asked: +"How did she find you?" + +"By God's mercy and nothing else. I was sitting +in a Third Avenue car and there she was opposite. I +couldn't believe my eyes, she was that changed! She +would have been off the dock, I believe, if she hadn't +found me. She has run away from Dalton now, and is +so scared of him she trembles every time some one +comes up the stairs. That's why I wrote you not to +ring. He has nothing left. He kept a-hounding her +to write to her father and nigh drove her crazy; so she +left him." + +"Does she know Mr. Felix is here?" He had finished +with the callous spots and was cracking every horny +knuckle in his fingers as he spoke, as if their loosening +might help solve the problem that vexed him. + +"No, I haven't dared tell her. She would be off the +dock for sure then. She is more afraid of him than she +is of Dalton." + +"Mr. Felix won't hurt her," he rejoined sharply. + +"Yes, but she knows she'd hurt HIM if he finds out +how bad she's off. She'd rather he'd think she's living +like she used to do. Oh, Stephen--Stephen, but +it's a bad, bad business! I'm beat out wondering +what ought to be done." + +She pushed back her chair, and began walking up +and down the room like one whose suffering can find +no other relief, pausing now and then to speak to him +as she passed. "I tried to get her to listen. I told +her Mr. Felix might be coming over from London. I +had to put it to her that way, but she nearly went +out of her mind, stiffened up, and began to put on such +a wild look that I had to stop. Have you heard from +him lately?" + +"No, I wrote and wrote and could get no answer. +Then I went up to where he boarded, and the woman +told me he'd been gone some months--she didn't +know where. He left no word, and she forgot to get +the name of the express that came for his trunk. He +is down with sickness somewheres, or he'd have +showed up. He was not himself at all when I last saw +him--that's long before you got back from Canada. +He's done nothing but walk the streets since he come +ashore." + +Stephen stopped, as if it were too painful for him +to continue, looked around the room, noting its bareness, +and asked, with a break in his voice: "Where +do you put her?" + +"In the little room. She wouldn't take mine and +she won't let me help her. She got work at first on +14th Street, in that big store near the Square, and +worked there for a while, that was when she was with +Dalton. But Dalton drove her out. And when she +was near dead, with nothing to eat, some people picked +her up and she stayed with them all night--she never +told me where. That was last spring. She stood it for +some months living from hand to mouth, she working +her fingers to the bone for him, until she was afraid of +her life and left him again. She was going she didn't +know where when I looked at her 'cross the car and she +saw me. + +"'Martha!' she cried, and was on the seat next me, +my two arms about her. She was sobbing like a lost +child who has found its mother again. There were two +other women in the car, and they wanted to help, but +I told them it was only my baby back again. We were +near 10th Street at the time and I got her out and +brought her here and put her to bed-- Listen! Keep +still a moment! That's her step! Yes, thank God, +she's alone! I'm always scared lest he should come +with her. Get in there behind the curtain!" + +Martha had lifted the lamp again as she spoke, and +was holding it over the banister, one hand down-stretched +toward a woman whose small white fingers +were clutching the mahogany rail, pulling herself up +one step at a time. + +"Don't hurry, my child. It's a hard climb, I know. +Give me the box. I began to get worried. Are you +tired?" + +"A little. It has been a long day." She sighed as +she passed into the room, the nurse following with a +large pasteboard box. + +"It's good to get back to you," she continued, sinking +into a chair near the mantel and unfastening her +cloak. "The stairs seem to grow steeper every time I +come up. Thank you. Just hang it behind the door. +And now my hat, please." She lifted the cheap black +straw from her head, freeing a fluff of light-golden hair, +and with her fingers combed it back from her forehead. + +"And please bring me my slippers. I have walked +all the way home, and my poor feet ache." + +The nurse stooped for the hat, patted the thin +shoulders, and went into the adjacent room for the +slippers, whispering to Carlin on her way back to +keep hidden until she called. He was still standing +concealed by the folds of the calico curtain dividing +the apartment, a choke in his throat as he watched +the frail woman, her sharpened knees outlined under +the folds of the black dress and, below it, the edge of a +white petticoat bespattered with mud, the whole +figure drooping as if there were not strength enough +along its length to hold the body upright. What +shocked him even more were the deep-sunken eyes +and the hollows in the cheeks and about the brows. +All the laugh and sparkle of the once joyous, beautiful +girl he had known were gone. Only the gentle voice +was left. + +Martha was now back, kneeling on the floor, untying +the shabby shoes, rubbing the small, delicately +shaped feet in her plump hands to rest and warm them. +"There, my lamb, that's better," he heard her say, as +she drew on the heelless slippers. "I'll have tea in a +minute. The kettle's been boiling this hour." Then, +as though it were an afterthought: "Stephen wants +to see you, so I told him maybe you would let him. +Shall I tell him to come?" + +"Your brother, you mean? The one who lives here +in New York?" she asked listlessly. + +"Yes, he's never forgotten you. And--" + +"Some day I will see him, Martha. I shall be better +soon, and then--" + +She stopped and stared at Carlin, who misunderstanding +Martha's words, had drawn aside the calico +curtain and was advancing toward her, bowing as he +walked, the choke still in his throat. "I hope your +ladyship is not offended," he ventured. "It was all +one family once, if I may say so, and there is only +Martha and me." + +She had straightened as she saw him coming and +then, remembering that she was in Martha's room, +and he Martha's brother, she held out her hand. "No, +Stephen, I am very glad. I was only a little startled. +It is a long time since I saw you, but I remember you +quite well, and you have not changed. A little grayer +perhaps. When was it?" + +"When I came back from Calcutta, your ladyship, +and the Rover was wrecked. Your father ordered +the crew home. I was first mate, your ladyship remembers, +and had to look after them. Some six years +agone, I take it." + +"Yes, it all comes back to me now," she answered +dreamily "six years--is it not more than that?" + +"No, your ladyship. Just about six." + +She paused, rested her head on her hand, and looked +at him intently from beneath the wave of hair that had +dropped again about her brow, and asked: "Why +do you still call me 'your ladyship' Stephen?" + +"Well, I don't know, your ladyship. Mebbe it's +because I've always been used to it. But I won't if +your ladyship doesn't want me to." + +"Never mind, it does not matter. It has been so +long since I have heard it that it sounded odd, that was +all." She roused herself with an effort and added, in a +brighter tone, changing the topic: "It was very good of +you to come to see Martha. She has me to look after +now, and I am afraid she gets unhappy at times. You +cannot think how good she is to me--so good--so good! +I often wake in the night dreaming I am a child again +and stretch out my hand to her, just as I used to do +years ago when she slept beside me. She often speaks +of you. I am glad you came to-day." + +Carlin had been standing over her all the time, his +rough pea-jacket buttoned across his broad chest, his +ruddy sailor's face with its fringe of gray whiskers, +bushy eyebrows, and clear, steady gaze in vivid contrast +to her own shrinking weakness. + +"It ain't altogether Martha," he exclaimed in tones +suddenly grown deliberate. "It's you, your ladyship, +that I particular came to see. You ain't fit to take +care of yourself, and there ain't nobody but me and +Martha that I can lay hands on now to help--nobody +but just us two. I'm not here to judge nobody. I +know what's happened and what you're going through, +and you've got to let me lend a hand. If I lived to +be a hundred I could never forget his lordship's kindness +to me, and things can't go on as they are with +you. There is a way out of it if you only knew it." + +She threw back her head quickly. "Not my +Father?" + +"No, not your father. Although his lordship +would haul down his colors mighty quick if once he +saw you as I do now. But there are others who +would be glad to take a hand at the wheel and help +you steer out of all this misery. You ain't accustomed +to it and you don't deserve it, and I'm going +to put a stop to it if I can." This last came with +still greater emphasis--the first mate was speaking +now. + +"Thank you, Stephen. You and Martha are very +much alike. She has the loyalty of an old servant, and +you have the loyalty of an old friend. But we must all +pay for our mistakes--" she halted, drew in her breath, +and added, picking at her dress, "--and our sins. +Everybody condemns us but God. He is the only one +who forgets, when we are sorry." + +"Not so many remember as you may think, your +ladyship. Some of 'em have forgotten--forgotten everything +--and are standing by ready to catch a line +or man a boat." + +"Yes, there are always kind people in the world." + +"Well, there mayn't be such an awful lot of 'em as +you think, but I know one. There's Mr. Felix, for +instance, who--" + +She sprang to her feet, her hands held out as a +barrier, and stood trembling, staring wildly at him, all +the blood gone from her cheeks. "Stop, Stephen! +Not another word. You must not mention that name +to me. I cannot and will not permit it. I have listened +too long already. I am very grateful for your +kindness and for your offers to me, but you must not +touch on my private affairs. I am earning my own living, +and I shall continue to do so. And now I would +like to be alone." + +"But, your ladyship, I've got something to tell you +which--" + +Martha stepped between them. "I think, Stephen, +you'd better not talk to her ladyship any more. You +might come some other night when she's more rested. +You see she's had a very bad day and--" + +Stephen's voice rang out clear. "Not say anything +more, when--" + +Martha dug her fingers into his arm. "Hush!" she +whispered hoarsely, her lips close against his hairy +cheek. "She'll be on the floor in a dead faint in a +minute. Didn't I tell you not to mention his name?" + +She stepped quickly to the side of her charge, who +had walked falteringly toward the window and now +stood peering into the darkness through the panes of +the dormer. + +"It's only Stephen's way, child, and you mustn't +mind him. He doesn't mean anything. He hasn't seen +much of women, living aboard ship half his life. It's +only his way of trying to be kind. And you see he's +known you from a baby, same as me--and that's why +he lets out." + +She had folded the pitiful figure in her arms, her +hand patting the bent shoulders. "But we'll get on +together, my lamb--you and me. And we'll have +supper right away-- And I must ask you, Stephen, +to go, now, because her ladyship is worn out and I'm +going to put her to bed." + +Carlin picked up his hat and stood fingering the rim, +trying to make up his mind whether he should force +the truth upon her then or obey orders and wait. The +training of long years told. + +"Well, just as you say, your ladyship, I won't stay +if you don't want me, but don't forget I'm within call, +not more than a half-hour away. All Martha's got +to do is to send a postal card and I'm here. I'm sorry +I hurt your feelings. God knows I didn't mean to! +Martha knows what I wanted to tell you. You'll have +to come to it sooner or later. Good night. I hope your +ladyship will be rested in the morning. Good night, +Martha. You know you can write when you want me. +Good night again, your ladyship." + +He opened the door softly, closed it behind him +without a sound, placed his hat on his head, and, reaching +out for the hand-rail, felt his way in the dark down +the rickety stairs and out onto the sidewalk. + +Once there, he looked up and down the street as if +undecided, turned sharply, and bent his steps toward +Second Avenue, muttering to himself over and over +again as he walked: "I got to find Mr. Felix. I got +to find Mr. Felix." + + + + +Chapter XIV + + + +Felix O'Day's runaway wife, despite the many quiet +hours spent in Martha's room, near St. Mark's Place, +had not told her old nurse all her story. She had +wept her heart out on the dear woman's shoulder +and had cuddled close in her arms, giving her scraps +and bits of her unfortunate history, with side-lights +here and there on a misery so abject and so terrifying +that the dear nurse had hugged the frail figure all +the tighter, seeing only the wound and knowing nothing +of the steps that had led up to the final blow or +the anger that hastened it. + +Martha had known, of course, that there had been +bankruptcy and ruin; that Oakdale, the ancestral +estate of the O'Days--theirs for two centuries, with +all its priceless old furniture, tapestries, pictures, and +porcelains--had, after the owner's death, been sold at +public auction; that Fernlodge, Mr. Felix's own home, +had gone in the same way; that Lady Barbara, +for some reason, had returned to her father, Lord +Carnavon; that the girl baby had died; and that +"Mr. Felix," as she always called him, had gone to +London where he had taken up his abode at his club. +Lady Barbara herself had given these details in a letter +written a couple of weeks after the death of the child, +Martha being in Toronto at the time. + +Martha had also learned, through a letter from the +head gardener's wife, that after a few months' stay, +Lady Barbara had left her father's house because of a +fierce scene with Lord Carnavon, who had sent for his +carriage, conducted her into it, and given directions +to his coachman either to set his daughter down on the +main road, outside his gates, or to take her to the +nearest public house. + +She had learned, too, that her former charge, after +having eloped with Dalton, had dropped entirely out of +sight and, so far as her own knowledge was concerned, +had never come to light again until, with a cry of joy, +Lady Barbara sank sobbing on her shoulder in that +Third Avenue car. + +Much of this information had been gathered from +newspaper clippings that her old uncle, living in London, +had mailed to her. More particulars had come +in a letter from James Muldoon, one of the grooms +at Oakdale, who gave a most pitiful and graphic account +of the way the London dealers crowded about the +old porcelains in the ebony cabinets, and of the prices +paid by the Earl of Brinsmore, who bought most of +the pictures, half of the old Spanish furniture, as well +as the largest but one of the great tapestries, to enrich +the new mansion he was then building in London and in +which James Muldoon was happy to say he had been +promised a place. + +In still other letters, open references had also been +made to a much discussed speculation, entangling +many of those whom Martha had formerly known, +followed by a grand financial explosion in which some +of the same people had been badly injured. In connection +with these disasters mention was likewise +made of a certain Mr. Dalton, who had disappeared +shortly after, leaving rather a bad name behind him, +altogether undeserved, according to many of the +papers, he always having been a "financier of the +highest standing." This last ball of gossip was rolled +Martha's way by her nephew, who was a clerk in a +solicitor's office off the Strand and who had mailed +an editorial on the matter to his uncle, who promptly +forwarded it to Martha. She had read it carefully +to the end and had put it in her drawer without at first +grasping the full meaning of the fact that, but for the +activities of this same Mr. Dalton, her dear mistress +and her dear mistress's husband, Felix O'Day, and her +dear mistress's father-in-law, the late Sir Carroll O'Day, +would still be in possession of their ancestral estates +and in undisturbed enjoyment of whatever happiness +they, individually and collectively, could get out of life. + +What the dear woman never knew, and it was just +as well that she did not, were the special happenings +which ended in the overwhelming catastrophe. + +It really began with a tea basket, holding enough +for two, which was opened one lovely afternoon under +the big willows skirting that little strip of land bordering +the backwater at Cookham-on-Thames. My lady +at the time was wearing a wide leghorn hat with blue +ribbons that matched her eyes and set off the roses in +her fair English cheeks. Her companion was in white +flannels--a muscular, well-set-up young man of thirty, +fifteen years younger than her husband and with twice +his charm--one of those delightful companions who +possess the rare quality of making an hour seem but +five minutes. A gay party had dropped down the +river in her father's launch, which had been tied up at +Ferry Inn, and Dalton had insisted on taking my lady +for just a half-hour's poling in a punt, Felix and the +others preferring to take their tea at the Inn--plans +readily agreed to and carried out, except that the +half-hour prolonged itself into two whole ones. + +Then there had come a week-end at Glenmore Castle +and a garden party outside London, and then five-o'clock +teas at half a dozen private houses, including +one or two meetings a trifle more secluded. And all +quite as it should be, for a most desirable and valuable +guest was this same Mr. Guy Dalton, a man received +everywhere with open arms, as "one of the rising men +of the time, my dear sir," a financier of distinction, +indeed, and a promoter of such skill that he had only +to issue a prospectus, or wink knowingly on the street, +or take you aside at the club and whisper confidentially +to you, when everything he had issued, winked at, +or whispered about would go up with a rush, and +countless men and women--a goodly number were +women--would be hundreds, nay, thousands of pounds +the richer before the week was out. + +That his own buoyant imagination, as well as that +of those who followed his lead, should have been +stretched to the utmost was quite within the possibilities +when one recollects that the basis of all this wealth +was crude rubber, a substance of pronounced elasticity. +This, too, accounts for the vim and suddenness of the +final recoil attending the final collapse--a recoil which +smashed everything and everybody within its reach. + +There were "words," of course, between Dalton and +some of his victims. There always are "words" when +the ball bounces back and you catch it full in the eye. +And for salves and soothing plasters there were the +customary explanations regarding the state of the +market, the tightness of money, the non-arrival of +important details, the delaying of despatches owing to +a break in the cable, together with offers of heavy discounts, +and increased allotments of stock for renewed +subscriptions. But the end came, just as it always does. + +And so did the aftermath, as was shown by the advertisements +in the auction columns of the daily papers +and the motley mob of hungry, perspiring dealers, +pawing over the household gods; and, more disastrous +still, because of its rarity, Felix's brave fight to save his +father's name, the whole struggle ending in his own +ruin. + +As for the very pretty young woman who had been +wearing the hat with blue ribbons, it may be as well +to remark that when the milk in the heart of a woman +has become slightly curdled, it is to be expected that, +under certain exciting influences, the whole will turn +sour. When to this curdling process is added the +loss of her child and her fortune, calamities made all +the more insupportable by reason of an interview +lasting an hour in which her two hot hands were held +in those of a sympathetic man of thirty, her cheeks +within an inch of his lips, the quickest--in fact, the +only way--yes, really the only way, to prevent any +further calamity is to put your best gown in your best +dressing-case, catch up your jewels, and exchange your +husband's roof for that of your father's. And this is +precisely what my lady did do, and there in her father's +house she stayed, despite the entreaties of her own +and her father's friends. + +"And why not?" she had argued, with flashing +eyes: "I am without a shilling of my own, owing to the +Quixotic ideas of my husband, who, without thinking of +me, has beggared himself to pay his father's debts. +And that, too, just when I need to be comforted most. +He does not care how I suffer; and now that my father +has offered me a home, I will lead my own life, surrounded +by the few friends who have loved me for +myself alone." + +That the eminent financier--it might be better perhaps +to say the LATE eminent financier--was one of those +same unselfish beings who had "loved her for herself +alone," and that he had, at once and without the delay +of an hour, flown to her side followed as a matter +of course, as did the gossip, men and women in and +about the clubs and drawing-rooms nodding meaningly +or hinting behind their hands. + +"Rather rough on O'Day," the men had agreed. +"That comes of marrying a woman young enough to be +your daughter." "She ought to have known better," +was the verdict of the women. "So many other ways +of getting what you want without making a scandal," +this from a duchess from behind her fan to a divorcee. +But few words of sympathy for the deserted husband +escaped any of them and, except from his old servants, +Felix allowed himself to receive none. + +He had made no move to win her back. To him +she was, at the worst, only the same wilful and spoiled +child she had always been, while he was over twenty +years her senior. What he hoped for was that her +common sense, her breeding, and her pride would +come to the rescue, and that after her pique had spent +itself, she would become once more the loving wife. + +And it is quite possible that this hope might have +been realized had it not been for one of those unfortunate +and greatly to be regretted concurrences which +so often precede if they do not precipitate many of +life's catastrophes. + +One of Lord Carnavon's grooms was the unfortunate +match that caused this explosion. He had been +sent down to Dorsetshire for a horse and, in an out-of- +the-way inn in one corner of the county, had stumbled +--early the next morning--into a cosey little sitting-room. +When he came to his senses--he never recovered +the whole of them until he was safe once more +inside his lordship's stables--he told, with bulging +eyes and bated breath, what he had seen. Whereupon +the head coachman forthwith informed his wife, who +at once poured it into the ears of the housekeeper, who, +being jealous of my lady, fearing her dominance, lost +no time in amplifying the details to Lord Carnavon. +That gentleman had walked his library the rest of the +night and, on my lady's return from Scotland, two +mornings later (she had "spent the night with her +aunt"), had denounced her in tones so shrill that every +word was heard at the end of the long gallery; the +tirade, to his lordship's amazement, being cut short by +his daughter's defiant answer: "And why not, if I love +him?" + +All of which accounts for the infamous order roared +five minutes later by the distinguished nobleman to +his coachman, who, having known her ladyship from +a child and loved her accordingly, had not set her +down on the main road, but had taken her to a cottage +on an adjoining estate--her second change of +roofs--from whence Dalton carried her off next day +to Ostend, a refuge she had herself selected, the season +there being then at its height. + +Had either of them kept a diary, it is safe to say +that the delirious hours which filled that first week +at Ostend would have been checked off in gold letters. +Neither of them had ever been so blissfully happy, +nor so passionately enamoured of the other, nor so +overjoyed that the dreary past, with all its misunderstandings, +calumnies, and injustice, had been wiped +out forever. + +There had, of course, been a few colorless moments. +On a certain Saturday, for instance, the eminent ex-financier, +having lost his head after the manner of +some born gamblers, had, at the Casino, played the +wrong number--a series of wrong numbers, in fact-- +an error which resulted in his pushing a crisp bundle +of Bank of England notes--almost all he had with +him--toward the spidery hands of a suave gentleman +with rat eyes and bloodless face, who gathered them +up with a furtive, deadly smile. + +The gold Letters might have been omitted here, and, +in their stead, my lady could have made a common +pinhole to remind her, if she ever cared to remember, +that it was on that very night that her passionately +enamoured lover had helped her unfasten from her +throat a string of pearls which O'Day had given her, +and which, strange to say, for a woman so injured, +so maligned, and so misunderstood, she, with Dalton's +advice, had carried off when she deserted both her +husband and her husband's bed and board. And +she might have inserted just below the pinhole the +illuminating note that, after unfastening the string, +Dalton had forgotten to return it. + +And then there had come an August morning--the +following Monday, to be exact--when, his coffee untasted, +he had sat staring at a paragraph in the financial +column of a London paper, not daring to lay it down +for fear she would pick it up. It gave a full and detailed +account of the discovery of a series of certificates +bearing duplicate numbers, said duplicates claiming to +be the genuine shares of the Bawhadder Rubber Co., +Ltd. It also hinted at a searching investigation about +to be made by a financial committee of the highest +standing at its next regular meeting, but a few days off. +More important still was a crisp editorial, charging the +directors of the aforesaid company, and particularly +its promoter--name withheld--with irregularities of +the gravest import. + +And it was on this same Monday morning--another +pinhole, made with a big black pin would serve best +here--before the stone-cold coffee and the dry, uneaten +toast had been sent away, that there had arrived a +most important telegram (that is, Dalton had SAID it +had arrived) ordering him back to London on business +of the UTMOST IMPORTANCE. So urgent were the +summons that he was forced to leave at once--so he +explained to the manager of the hotel--and as madame +wished to avoid the night journey by way of Ostend +--the channel being almost always rough, even in +summer, and she easily disturbed--he had decided +to take the shorter and more comfortable route, and +would the urbane and obliging gentleman please +secure two tickets to London by way of Calais and +Dover? This would give them a day in Paris at +the house of a friend, and the next morning would +see them safely landed in London, in ample time for +the business in question. + +The pins can be dispensed with now; so can the +pencil and so can any special entries. Henceforth life +for these two exiles was to be one long toboggan slide, +with every post they passed marking a lower level. +The sled with its occupants made no stop at Paris nor +did it go by way of Calais nor did it reach Dover. It +swooped on down to Havre, the steamer sailing an +hour after the train arrived, crossed the ocean at full +speed, and dumped its two passengers one hot August +night in front of a cheap and inconspicuous hotel on +the East Side, New York, where Mr. and Mrs. Stanton, +from Toronto, Canada, would he at home, should anybody +call--which, it is quite safe to say, nobody ever +did. + +No, nothing of all this did the heart-broken woman +tell the tender old nurse, who had carried her in her +arms many a night, and who was now willing to +sacrifice everything she possessed to give her mistress +one hour of peace. + +Nor did she tell of the shock which she, a woman of +quality, had received when she entered the two cheaply +furnished rooms, her only shelter for months, and which, +to a woman accustomed from babyhood to a luxurious +home and the care of attentive and loyal servants, had +affected her more keenly than anything that had yet +happened. + +Neither did she confide into the willing ears of the +sympathetic woman the details of her gradual awakening +from Dalton's spell as his irritability, cowardice, +and selfishness became more and more apparent. +Nor yet of her growing anxiety as their resources +declined; an anxiety which had so weighed upon her +mind that she could neither sleep nor rest, despite +his continued promises of daily remittances that never +came and his rose-colored schemes for raising money +which never materialized. + +Neither did she uncover the secret places of her +own heart, and tell the old nurse of the fight she had +made in those earlier days when she had faced the +situation without flinching; nor of her stubborn +determination to still fight on to the end. She had +even at one time sought to defend him against herself. +All men had their weaknesses, she had reasoned; Guy +had his. Moreover, the crash had been none of his +doing. He had been deceived by false reports instigated +by his enemies, including her own father-in-law and-- +yes, her husband as well, who could have avoided the +catastrophe had he followed Guy's advice, and persuaded +Sir Carroll O'Day to hold on to his shares. +How, then, could she desert him, poor as he was and +with the world against him? She had been untrue to +everything else. Could she not redeem herself by +being at least true to her sin? + +What she did tell Martha, and there was the old +ring in her voice as she spoke, was of her refusal to +yield to Dalton's presistent entreaties to write to her +father for sufficient money to start him in a new +enterprise which, with "even his limited means"-- +thus ran the letter she was to copy and sign--"was +already exceeding his most sanguine expectations, +and which, with a few thousand pounds of additional +capital, would yield enormous returns." And she +might have added that so emphatic had been her +refusal that, for the first time in all their intercourse, +Dalton's eyes had been opened to something he had +never realized in her before, the quality of the blood +that runs in some Englishwomen's veins--this time +the blood of the Carnavons, who for two centuries +had been noted for their indomitable will. + +Her defiance had seemed all the more remarkable +to him because as he well knew their combined resources +were dwindling. She had, in fact, only a few +finger-rings left, together with some cheap trinkets; +among them a pair of sleeve-buttons then in her cuff's, +a pair which she had given Felix and which she found +in her jewel-box the day after she left him, and which +she had determined to return until she realized how +small was their value. + +The rest of her sad story came by fits and starts. + +With her head on Martha's shoulder she told of the +horror of that rainy April night when, with agonized +hands against her hot cheeks, she had heard him +stumbling up the narrow stairs staggering drunk, +lunging through the door, and falling headlong at +her feet. Of the deadly fear born in her, for the first +time in her life, she, helpless and alone, without a +human being to whom she could appeal, not daring +to disclose her own identity lest graver results might +follow; he, prostrate before her, naked to his inmost +bone, with all his perfidy exposed. Of his cursing +her conscientious scruples and family pride, her +milk-and-water principles, demanding again that she +should write her father and that very night, ending +his entreaties with a blow of his fiat hand on her +cheek which sent her reeling toward her narrow bed. + +She had watched her chance, caught up her hat and +cloak, and had slipped down-stairs, avoiding the crowd +about the side-door, and had then fled as if for her life, +to be found an hour later by an expressman's wife, who +had put her to bed with a kindness and tenderness she +had not known since she left her husband's roof. + +Then there had followed a long, weary day's search +for work, ending at last in defeat when, disheartened +and footsore, she had dragged herself once more up the +hotel stairs, with another tightening of her resolution +to fight it out to the end. + +Greatly to her surprise, Dalton had received her +with marked politeness. He had begged her forgiveness, +pleading that his nerves had been upset by +his financial troubles. With his arm around her, he +had told her how young and pretty she still was, and +how sad it made him when he thought he had ruined +her life and brought her all these weary miles from +home, his contrition being apparently so genuine, +that she had determined to trust him once more, and +would have told him so had she not gone into her +room to change her dress, only to find that he had +pawned the few remaining trinkets and articles of +wearing-apparel she possessed, in order to try his +luck in a neighboring pool-room. + +She had realized, then, where she stood. There was +but one thing for her to do and that was to hunt again +for work. She had been an expert needlewoman in her +better days and this knowledge might earn her their +board. + +With this in her mind, she had consulted a woman, +living on the floor above, who had often spoken to her +when they passed each other on the stairs, and who +was employed in a department store on 14th Street +near Broadway, the result being that Stiger & Company +had given "Mrs. Stanton" a place in the repair +shop, her wages being equal to her own and Dalton's +board. This had continued all through the summer, +her earnings keeping the roof over their heads, Dalton +leaving her for days at a time, his invariable excuse +for his absence being that he was "trying to get +employment." + +Finally--and again her eyes burned, and the color +mounted to her hot cheeks as she reached this part +of her story--there had come that last awful, unforgettable +December night. + +She had come home from work and had put on a +thin silk wrapper, too well worn for pawning, when +the door of their little sitting-room was opened and +Dalton entered, bringing two men with him. One +of them kept his hat on as he talked, the other slouched +his from his head after he had taken a seat and had had +a chance to look her over. The three had come upon +her suddenly, and she, realizing her dishabille, had +risen hastily, excusing herself, when Dalton, who was +half tipsy, stepped between her and her bedroom door. + +"No, you'll stay here," he had cried; "you're +prettier as you are. I never saw you so fetching. +Don't mind them, they're friends of mine. We've +ordered up something to drink." + +She had stood trembling, looking from one to the +other, her heart hammering wildly. No man had ever +addressed her with such insolence and before such company. +What she feared was that something would +snap in her and she fall fainting to the floor. + +"I will change my dress," she had answered firmly, +speaking slowly to hide her terror. She was Lord +Carnavon's daughter now. + +"No, I tell you, Barbara--I--" + +There was something in her eyes that told him he +had reached the limit of her forbearance. Beyond +that there was danger. + +She had glided past him, shut and locked her bedroom +door, struggled with bungling fingers into her walking-dress, +pinned on her hat, thrown an old silk waterproof +around her shoulders, had slid back the bolt of her +chamber opening into the hall, crept down the steps, +and fled. + +Ten minutes later Martha's arms were about her, +and she sobbing on her old nurse's shoulder. + + + + +Chapter XV + + + +The day following Stephen's visit was one of many +spent by Lady Barbara in working at "home," as she +called the simple apartment in which Martha had +given her shelter. + +With the aid of a shop-girl whose mother Martha +had known, she had found employment at Rosenthal's, +on upper Third Avenue. There had been need of an +expert needlewoman in a department recently opened, +and Mangan, in charge of the work, had taken her name +and address. The repairing of rare laces had been one +of her triumphs when a girl, she having placed an inset +in the middle of an old piece of Valenciennes which had +deceived even the experts at Kensington Museum. +And so, when one of Rosenthal's agents had looked up +her lodgings, had seen Martha, and noted "Mrs. +Stanton's" quiet refinement, he had at once given her +the place. She had retained, with Martha's advice, the +name that Dalton had assumed for her on her arrival +in New York, and Rosenthal's pay-roll and messengers +knew her by no other. + +These days at home bad been gradually extended, +her employer finding that she could work there more +satisfactorily, and of late the greater part of each week +had been spent in the small suite of rooms in St. Mark's +Place--much to Martha's delight, who had arranged +her own duties so as to be with her mistress. The good +woman had long since given up night-nursing, and the +few patrons dependent upon her during the day had had +to be content with an "exchange," which she generally +managed to obtain, there being one or two of the +fraternity on whom she could call. + +And these days, in spite of the sorrow hovering over +her charge, Martha never found wholly unhappy. +They constantly reminded her of the good times at +Oakdale when she used to bring in her young mistress's +breakfast. She could recall the dainty, white egg-shell +china, the squat silver service bearing the Carnavon +arms, and the film of lace which she used to throw +around her ladyship's shoulders, lifting her hair to give +it room. The butler would bring the tray to the door, +and Martha would carry it herself to the bedside, +where she would be met with the cry, "Must I get up?" +or the more soothing greeting of, "Oh, you good Martha +--well, give me my wrapper!" + +The delicate porcelain and heirloom silver were missing +now, and so was the filmy lace, but the tired mistress, +could sleep as long as she pleased, thank Heaven! +and the same loving care be given her. And the +meal could be as nicely served, even though the thick +cup cost but a penny and the tea was poured from +an earthen pot kept hot on the stove. + +Martha's deft hands relieved her mistress, too, of +many other little necessary duties, such as the repair +of her clothes; having them carefully laid out for the +morning so that the nap might be prolonged and time +be given for the care of the beautiful hair and frail +hands; helping her dress; serving her breakfast, and +getting her ready for the day's work. These services +over, Martha would move the small pine table close to +the sill of the window, where the light was better, +spread a clean white towel over its top, and sit beside +her while she sewed. + +This restful, almost happy, life had been rudely +shaken, if not entirely wrecked, by Stephen's visit. +Up to that time, Lady Barbara--who had been nearly +three weeks with Martha--had not only delighted in +her work, but had shown an enviable pride in keeping +pace with her employer's engagements, often working +rather late into the night to finish her allotment on +time. + +The particular work uppermost in her mind on the +night Stephen had called was the repairing of a costly +Spanish mantilla which had been picked up in Spain +by one of Rosenthal's customers. Through the carelessness +of a packer, it had been badly slashed near the +centre--an ugly, ragged tear which only the most skilful +of needles could restore. Mangan, some days before, +had given it to her to repair with special instructions +to return it at a given time, when he had agreed to +deliver it to its owner. It was with a sudden gripping +of her heart, therefore, that Martha on her return +from an errand at noon had found the mantilla, +promised for that very afternoon at three o'clock, +lying neglected on the table, Lady Barbara sitting by +the window with listless hands and drooping head. She +grew still more anxious when at the appointed hour +Rosenthal's messenger rapped at the door and stood +silently waiting, his presence voicing the purpose of +his mission, and she heard her mistress say, without +an attempt at explanation: "I am sorry, tell Mr. +Mangan, but the Spanish mantilla is not finished. +Some of the other pieces are ready, but you need not +wait. I cannot stop now, even to do them up properly, +but I will bring the mantilla myself to-morrow. Please +say so to Mr. Mangan." + +The extreme lassitude of her manner only added to +Martha's anxiety and, as the afternoon wore on, she +watched Lady Barbara's every move with ever-increasing +alarm. Now and then her poor mistress +would drop her needle, turn her face to the window, +and look out into vacancy, her mouth quivering as +if with some inward thought which she had neither +the will nor the desire to voice aloud. + +As the hours lengthened, this mental absorption and +growing physical weariness were followed by a certain +nervous tension, so pronounced that the nurse, accustomed +to various forms of feminine breakdowns, +had already determined what remedies to use should +the symptoms increase. + +That Stephen's visit was responsible for this condition, +she now no longer doubted. What she had +intended as a relief had only complicated the situation. +And yet in going over all that had happened +and all that was likely to happen, she became more than +ever convinced that either his visit must be repeated, +or that she alone must make the announcement that +had trembled on Stephen's lips. She had recognized, +almost from the first, that despite the relief her mistress +had enjoyed in the little apartment some strong, +masculine hand and mind were needed to stem the +tide of further disaster. Her own practical common +sense also told her that their present way of living +was far too precarious to be counted upon. Lady +Barbara's position with Rosenthal was but temporary. +At any moment it might be lost, and then would follow +another dreary hunt for work, with all its rebuffs, and +sooner or later the delicately nurtured woman would +succumb and go under in a mental or physical collapse, +the hospital her only alternative. + +None of these forebodings, it must be said, had filled +Lady Barbara's mind. As long as she continued under +Martha's care she could rest in peace, free from the +dread of the drunken step on the stair or the rude +bursting in of her chamber door. Free, too, from other +deadly terrors which had pursued her, and of which she +could not even think without a shudder, for try as +she could she never forgot Dalton's willingness to +turn their home into a gamblers' resort. + +That he would force her to return to him for any +other purpose she did not believe. He had no legal +hold upon her--such as an Englishman has upon his +wife--and, as he had pawned everything of value she +possessed and most of her clothes, she could be of no +further use to him, except by applying to her father +or to her friends for pecuniary relief. This, as she +had told him, she would rather die than do, and from +the oaths he had muttered at the time she was convinced +he believed her. + +All she wanted now was to earn her bread, help +Martha with her rent, and, when the day's work was +over, creep into her arms and rest. + +And yet, while it was true that Stephen's visit had +been responsible for her nervous breakdown, it was not +for the reason that Martha supposed. His reference +to her private affairs had of course offended her, and +justly so, but there was something else which hurt her +far more--a something in the old ship-chandler's +manner when he spoke to her which forced to the +front a question ever present in her mind, whatever +her task and however tender the ministrations of the +old nurse; one that during all her sojourn under this +kindly roof had haunted her, like a nightmare. + +And it was this. What did the look mean that she +sometimes surprised in Martha's eyes--the same look +she had detected in Stephen's? Were they looks of +pity or were they--and she shuddered--looks of scorn? +This was the nightmare which had haunted her, the +problem she could not fathom. + +And because she could not fathom it, she had passed +a wakeful night, and this long, unhappy day. This +mystery must end, and that very night. + +When the shadows fell and the evening meal was +ready, she put away her work, smoothed her hair +and took her seat beside the nurse, eating little and +answering Martha's anxious, but carefully worded +questions in monosyllables. With the end of the +meal, she pushed back her chair and sought her bedroom, +saying that, if Martha did not mind, she would +throw herself on her bed and rest awhile. + +She lay there listening until the last clink of the +plates and cups and the moving of the table told her +that the evening's work was done and the things put +away; then she called: + +"Martha, won't you come and sit beside me, so that +you can brush out my hair? I want to talk to you. +You need not bring the lamp, I have light enough." + +Martha hurried in and settled herself beside the +narrow bed. Lady Barbara lifted her head so that +the tresses were free for Martha's hands, and sinking +back on the pillow said almost in a whisper: "I have +been thinking of your brother, and want your help. +What did he mean when he said that things could not +go on as they were with me? And that he was going +to put a stop to them if he could?" + +Martha caught herself just in time. She was not +ready yet to divulge her plans for her mistress's relief, +and the question had taken her unawares. "He never +forgets, my lady, what he owes your people," she answered +at last. "And when he saw you, he was so +sorry for you he was all shrivelled up." + +She had the mass of blonde hair in her fingers now, +the comb in hand prepared to straighten out the +tangle. + +For a moment Lady Barbara lay still, then turning +her cheek, her eyes fixed on Martha's, she said in firmer +tones: "You are to tell me the truth, you know; that +is why I sent for you." + +"I have told it, my lady." + +"And you are keeping nothing back?" + +"Nothing." + +The thin hand crept out and grasped the nurse's +wrist. + +"Then you are sure your brother does not despise +me, Martha?" + +"MY LADY! How can you say such a thing!" exclaimed +Martha, dropping the comb. + +"Well, everybody else does--everybody I know-- +and a great many I never saw and who never saw me. +And now about yourself--and you must tell me +frankly--do you hate me, Martha?" + +"Hate you, you poor Lamb"--tears were now choking +her--"you, whom I held in my arms?-- Oh, don't +talk that way to me--I can't stand it, my lady! Ever +since you were a child, I--" + +"Yes, Martha, that is one reason for my asking you. +You did love me as a child--but do you love me as a +woman? A child is forgiven because it knows no +better; a woman DOES know. Tell me, straight from +your heart; I want to know; it will not make any difference +in the way I love you. You have been everything +to me, father, mother--everything, Martha. +Tell me, do you forgive me?" + +"I have nothing to forgive, my lady," she answered, +her voice clearing, her will asserting itself. "You have +always been my lady and you always will be. Maybe +you'd better not talk any more--you are all tired out, +and--" + +"Oh, yes, I will talk and you must Listen. Don't +pick up my comb. Never mind about my hair now. +I know very well that there is not a single human being +at home who would not shut the door in my face. Some +of them do not understand, and never will, and I +should never try to explain my life to them. I have +suffered for my mistakes and made myself an outcast, +and nobody has any compassion for an outcast. That +is why I sit and wonder about Stephen, and why I +have sat all day and wondered about you, and whether +I ought to run away, for I could not stay here if you +felt about me as I know those people feel at home. I +want you to love me, Martha. Oh! yes, you prove it. +You do everything for me, but way down deep in your +heart, how do you feel? Do you love me as you always +did?--LOVE, Martha, not just pity, or feeling sorry like +Stephen, or blaming me like the others? Yes, yes, yes, +I know it, but I have wanted you to tell me. I am so in +the dark. There, there, don't cry! Just one thing more. +What did your brother mean when be said there were +others who would lift me out of my misery?" + +Again the old servant, brushing away her tears, +hesitated to reply. She had sent for Stephen to answer +this very question, and her mistress had practically +driven him from the room. How, then, was she to +meet it? + +"He meant Mr. Felix, and if you had only listened, +my lady, be would have--" + +"Yes, I knew he did--although he did not dare say +it," she cried with sudden intensity, sinking deeper back +in her pillow as if to protect herself even from Martha. +"I did not listen, for I never want to hear his name +again. He drove me to what I did. He let me leave +his house without so much as a word of regret, and not +one line did he write me the whole time I was at +my father's. Two months, Martha! TWO--WHOLE--MONTHS!" +The words seemed to clog in her throat. +"All that time he hid himself in his club, abusing me +to every man he met. Somebody told me so. What +was I to do? He had turned over to his father every +shilling he possessed and left me without a penny--or, +worse still, dependent on my father, and you know +what that means! And then, when I could stand it +no longer and went home, he sailed for South Africa +on a shooting expedition." + +Martha listened patiently. The outburst was not +what she had expected, but she knew the unburdening +would help in the end. She slid one plump hand +under the tired head, and with the other stroked back +the mass of hair from the damp forehead--very +gently, as she might have calmed some fevered +patient. + +"May I finish what Stephen tried to tell you, my +lady?" she crooned, still stroking back the hair. "And +may I first tell you that Mr. Felix never went to +Africa?" + +"Oh, but he did!" she cried out again. "I know +the men he went with. He was disgusted with the +whole business--so he told one of his friends--and +never wanted to see me or England again." + +"You are sure?" + +"Yes, I heard about it in Ostend when--" She did +not finish the sentence. + +The nurse's free hand now closed on Lady Barbara's +thin fingers, with a quiet, compelling softness, as if +preparing her for a shock. + +"Mr. Felix--came here--to New York--my lady-- +and is here now--or was some weeks ago--doing nothing +but walk the streets." The words had come one by +one, Martha's clasp tightening as she spoke. + +The wasted figure lifted itself from the pillow and sat +bolt upright. + +"MARTHA! What do you mean!" + +"Yes, right here in New York, my lady." + +"It isn't so! Her hands were now clutching Martha's +shoulders. "Tell me it isn't so! It can't be so!" + +"It's the blessed God's truth, every word of it! +He and Stephen have been looking for you day and +night." + +"Looking for me? Me! Oh, the shame of it, the +shame!" Then with sudden fright: "But he must not +find me! He shall not find me! You won't let him +find me, will you, Martha?" Her arms were now tight +about the old woman's neck, her agonized face turning +wildly toward the door, as if she thought that +Felix were already there. "You don't think he wants +to kill me, do you?" she whispered at last, her face +hidden in the nurse's neck. + +Martha folded her own strong arms about the shaking +woman, warming and comforting her, as she had +warmed and comforted the child. She would go through +with it now to the end. + +"No, it's not you he wants to kill," she said firmly, +when the trembling figure was still. + +Lady Barbara loosened her grasp and stared at her +companion. "Then what does he want to see me for?" +she asked, in a dazed, distracted tone. + +"He wants to help you. He never forgets that you +were his wife. He'll have his arms around you the moment +he gets his eyes on you, and all your troubles will +be over." + +"But I do not want his help and I won't accept his +help," she exclaimed, drawing herself up. "And I +won't see him if he comes! You must not let me see +him! Promise me you won't! And he must not +find"--she hesitated as if unwilling to pronounce the +name--"he must not find Mr. Dalton. There has +been scandal enough. You do not think he wants to +find Mr. Dalton, too, do you, Martha?" she added +slowly, as if some new terror were growing on her. + +"That's what Stephen thinks--find him and kill +him. That's why he wanted you to listen last night. +That's why he wants to get you and Mr. Felix together. +Mr. Dalton won't stay here if he knows Mr. Felix is +looking for him. He's too big a coward." + +Lady Barbara shivered, drew her gown closer, and +sank to the bed again, gazing straight before her. +"Yes, that is what will happen, Martha--he would kill +him. I see it all now. That is what would have happened +to our gardener who ruined the gatekeeper's +daughter, if the man had not left England. She was +only a girl--hardly grown; yes, it all comes back to me. +I remember what my husband did." She was still +speaking under her breath, reciting the story more to +herself than to Martha, her voice rising and falling, +at times hardly audible. "Nothing--happened then-- +because my husband--did not find the man." + +She faced the nurse again. "You won't let him come +here, will you, Martha?" + +"He'll come, my lady, if Stephen can get hold of +him," came the positive reply. "He had a room in a +lodging-house not far from here, but he left it, and +Stephen doesn't know where he's gone. But he'll turn +up again down at the shop, and then--" + +"But you must not let him come," she burst out. + +Again she sat upright. "I won't have it--please-- +PLEASE! I will go away if you do, where nobody will ever +find me. I could not have him see me--see me like +this." She looked at her thin hands and over her +shabby gown. "Not like THIS!" + +"No, you won't go away, my lady." There was a +ring of authority now in the nurse's voice. "You'll +stay here. It's the only way out of this misery for you. +As for Mr. Felix and that scoundrel who has ruined +you, Mr. Felix will take care of him. But I'm going to +let Mr. Felix in, if the dear Lord will let him come. +Mr. Felix loves you and--" + +Her body stiffened. "He never loved me. He +only loved his father," she cried angrily, and again she +sank back on her pillow. "All my misery came from +that." + +Martha bent closer. "You never got that right, my +lady," she returned firmly. "You mustn't get angry +with me, for I got to let it all out." She was the nurse +no longer; no matter what happened, she would unburden +her heart. "Mr. Felix isn't like other men. +He stood by his father and helped him when he was in +trouble, just as he'll stand by and help you, just as +he helps everybody--Tom Moulton's daughter for one, +that he picked up on the streets of London and sent +home to her mother. If he'd killed Sam Lawson, who +ruined her, he'd have given him what he deserved; and +if he kills this man Dalton, he won't give him half what +he deserves or what's coming to him sooner or later. +Dalton isn't fit to live. He got Sir Carroll O'Day all +tangled up so that his character and all his money was +hanging by a thread, and then, when Mr. Felix gave up +what he had to save Sir Carroll, Dalton coaxed you +away. You didn't know that, did you? But it's true. +That man Dalton ruined Mr. Felix's father. Oh, I +know it all--and I have known it for a long time. +Stephen told me all about it. No, don't stop me, my +lady! I'm your old Martha, who's nursed you and +sat by you many a night, and I'll never stop loving +you as long as I live. I don't care what you do to +me or what you have done to yourself. Your leaving +Mr. Felix was like a good many other things you used +to do when you were crossed. You would have your +way, just as your father will have his way, no matter +who is hurt. What Lord Carnavon wants, he wants, +and there is no stopping him. Anybody else but +his lordship would have hushed the matter up, instead +of ruining everybody. But that's all past +now; I don't love you any less for it; I'm only sorrier +and sorrier for you every time I think of it. Now +we've got to make another start. Stephen'll help +and I'll work my fingers to the bone for you--and +Mr. Felix'll help most of all." + +Except for the gesture of surprise when Dalton's +part in the ruin of her husband's father was mentioned, +Lady Barbara had listened to the breathless outburst +without moving her head. Even when the words cut +deepest she had made no protest. She knew the nurse's +heart, and that every word was meant for her good. +Her utter helplessness, too, confronted her, surrounded +as she was by conditions she could neither withstand +nor evade. + +"And if he comes, Martha," she asked in a low, resigned +voice, "what will happen then?" + +"He'll get you out of this--take you where you +needn't work the soul out of you." + +"Pay for my support, you mean?" she asked, with +a certain dignity. + +"Of course; why not?" + +"Never--NEVER! I will never touch a penny of his +money--I would rather starve than do it!" + +"Oh, it wouldn't be much--he's as poor as any of us. +When Stephen saw him last, all he had was a rubber +coat to keep him warm. But little as he has you'll get +half or all of it." + +"Poor as--any of us! Oh, my God, Martha!" she +groaned, covering her face with her hands. "I +never thought it would come to that--I never +thought he could be poor! I never thought be would +suffer in that way. And it is my fault, Martha-- +all of it! You must not think I do not see it! Every +word you say is true--and every one else knows that +it is true. It was all vanity and selfishness and stubbornness, +never caring whom I hurt, so that I had the +things I wanted. I put the blame on my husband a +while ago because I did not want you to hate me too +much. All the women who do wrong talk that way, +hoping for some comforting word in their misery. +But it is I who am to blame, not he. I talk that way +to myself in the night when I lie awake until I nearly +lose my mind. Sometimes, too, I try to cheat myself +by thinking that all these terrible things might +not have happened had God not taken my baby. +But I don't know. They might have happened +just the same, my head was so full of all that was +wicked. When I think of that, I am glad the baby died. +It could never have called me mother. Oh, Martha, +Martha, take me in your arms again--yes, like that-- +close against your breast! Kiss me, Martha, as you +used to do when I was little! You do love me, don't +you? And you will promise not to let my husband see +me? And now go away, please, and leave me alone. +I cannot stand any more." + + + + +Chapter XVI + + + +The talk with Father Cruse, while it had calmed and, +to a certain extent, reassured Felix, had not in any way +swerved him from his determination to find his wife +at any cost. + +The only change he made in his plans was one of +locality. Heretofore, with the exception of his visits +to Stephen--long since discontinued now that he +feared she was an outcast--he had mingled with the +throngs crowding the Great White Way ablaze with +light or had haunted the doors of the popular +theatres and expensive restaurants, and the waiting-rooms +of the more fashionable hotels. After +this it must be the byways, places where the poor or +worse would congregate: cheap eating-houses; barrooms, +with so-called "family rooms" attached; and +always the streets at a distance from those trodden by +the rich and prosperous classes. Father Cruse might +have been right in his diagnosis, and the sleeve-button +might form but a minor link in the chain of events +circling the problem to the solution of which he had +again consecrated his life, but certain it was that the +clew Kitty had discovered had only strengthened his +own convictions. If the woman whom Kitty had +picked up some months before, and put to bed, were +not his wife, she must certainly have been near her +person; which still meant not only poverty but the +possibility of Dalton's having abandoned her. Possibly, +too, this woman, whose outside garments had +contrasted so strangely with her more sumptuous +underwear, might have been an inmate of the same +house in which his wife was living--some one, perhaps, +in whom his wife had had confidence. Perhaps +--no! That was impossible. Whatever the depths +of suffering into which his wife had fallen, she had +not yet reached the pit--of that he was convinced. +If he were mistaken--at the thought his fingers tightened, +and his heavy eyebrows and thin, drawn lips +became two parallel straight lines--then he would know +exactly what to do. + +These convictions filled his mind when, having bid +good-by to Kitty--who knew nothing of his interview +with the priest--he buttoned his mackintosh close up +to his throat, tucked his blackthorn stick under his arm, +and, pressing his hat well on his head, bent his steps +toward the East Side. A light rain was falling and +most of the passers-by were carrying umbrellas. Overhead +thundered the trains of the Elevated--a continuous +line of lights flashing through the clouds of mist. +Underneath stretched Third Avenue, its perspective +dimmed in a slowly gathering fog. + +As he tramped on, the brim of his soft hat shadowing +his brow, he scanned without ceasing the faces of those +he passed: the men with collars turned up, the women +under the umbrellas--especially those with small feet. +At 28th Street he entered a cheap restaurant, its bill +of fare, written on a pasteboard card and tacked on +the outside, indicating the modest prices of the several +viands. + +He had had no particular reason for selecting this +eating-house from among the others. He had passed +several just like it, and was only accustoming himself +to his new line of search; for that purpose, one +eating-house was as good as another. + +Drawing out a chair from a table, he sat down and +ran his eye over the interior. + +What he saw was a collection of small tables, flanked +by wooden chairs, their tops covered with white cloths +and surmounted by cheap casters, a long bar with the +usual glistening accessories, and a flight of steps which +led to the floor above. His entrance, quiet as it had +been, had evidently attracted some attention, for a +waiter in a once-white apron detached himself from a +group of men in the far corner of the room and, picking +up, as he passed, a printed card from a table, +asked him what he would have to eat. + +"Nothing--not now. I will sit here and smoke." +He loosened his mackintosh and drew his pipe from his +pocket, adding: "Hand me a match, please." + +The waiter looked at him dubiously. "Ain't you +goin' to order nothin'?" + +"Not yet--perhaps not at all. Do you object to my +smoking here?" + +"Don't object to nothin', but this ain't no place to +warm up in, see!" + +Felix looked at him, and a faint smile played about +his lips--the first that had lightened them all day. +"I shan't ask you to start a fresh fire," he said in a +decided tone; "and now, do as I bid you, and pass me +that box of matches." + +The man caught the tone and expression, placed the +box beside him, and joined the group in the rear. There +was a whispered conference, and a stout man wearing +a dingy jacket disengaged himself from the others and +lounged toward Felix. + +"Nasty night," he began. "Had a lot of this +weather this month. Never see a December like it." + +"Yes, a bad night. Your servant seemed to think I +was in the way. Are you the proprietor?" + +"Well, I am one of them. Why?" + +"Nothing--only I hoped to find you more hospitable." + +"Oh, smoke away--guess we can stand it, if you can. +Dinner's over"--he looked at the big clock decorating +the white wall--"but they'll be piling in here after the +theatres is out. You live around here?" + +"No, not immediately." + +"Looking for any one?" + +Felix gave a slight start and, from under his narrowed +lids, shot one of his bull's-eye flashes. + +The man caught the flash and, misinterpreting it, +bent down and said in a hoarse whisper: "Come from +the central office, don't you?" + +Felix took a long puff at his pipe. "No, I am only a +very tired man who has come in out of the wet to rest +and smoke," he answered, with a dry smile, "but if it +will add to your comfort and improve your hospitality +in any way, you can send your waiter back here and I +will order something to eat." + +The stout man laid his hand confidently on Felix's +shoulder. "That's all right, pard--I ain't worryin', +and don't you. There's nothin' doin', and I'm a-givin' +it to you straight." + +Felix nodded in dismissal, rested his elbows on the +table, and again puffed away at his brierwood. Being +mistaken for a central office detective might or might +not be of assistance. At present, he would let matters +stand. + +As he smoked on, the room, which had been almost +entirely empty of customers, began filling up. A +reporter bustled in, ordered a cup of coffee, and, clearing +away the plates and casters, squared his elbows +and attacked a roll of paper. Two belated shop-girls +entered laughing, hung their wet waterproofs +on a hook behind their chairs, and were soon lost in the +intricacies of the printed menu. Groups of three and +four passed him, beating the rain from their hats and +cloaks, the women stamping their wet feet. + +The sudden influx from the outside, bringing in the +wet and mud of the streets, had started innumerable +puddles over the clean, sanded floor. The man wearing +the dingy white jacket craned his head, noticed +the widening pools, opened a door behind the bar +leading to the cellar below, and shouted down, in a +coarse voice, "Here, Stuffy, git busy--everything +slopped up," and resumed his place beside the group +of men, their talk still centred on the stranger in the +mackintosh, who could be seen scrutinizing each +new arrival. + +Something in the poise and dignity of the object of +their attention as he sat quietly, paper in hand, a curl +of blue smoke mounting ceilingward from his pipe, +must also have impressed the newcomers, for no one +of them drew out any of the empty chairs immediately +beside him, although the room was now comparatively +crowded. Finally, the man who answered to the name +of "Stuffy" appeared from the direction of the group +near the bar, and made his way toward Felix. He +carried a broom and a bucket, from which trailed a +mop used for swabbing wet floors. When he reached +O'Day's table, he dropped to his knees and attacked a +sluiceway leading to a miniature lake, fed by the umbrellas +and waterproofs belonging to the two girls +opposite. + +"Got to ask ye to move a little, sir," he said in +apology. + +"Hold on," replied Felix, in considerate tones, "I +will stand up and you can get at it better. Bad night +for everybody." He was on his feet now, his long +mackintosh hanging straight, his hat still on his head, +and in his hand the blackthorn stick, which he had +picked up from beside the table as he rose. + +The man stared at the mackintosh, the hat, and the +cane, and sprang to his feet. "I know ye!" he cried +excitedly. "Do you know me?" + +Felix studied him closely. "I do not think I do," +he answered, frowning slightly. + +"Well, ye ought to. I ain't never forgot ye, and I +never will. You give me a meal once and a dollar to +keep me going." + +O'Day's brow relaxed. "Yes, now I do. You are +the man whose wife left him, and who tried to steal +my watch." + +"That's it--you got it. You didn't give me away. +Say, I been straight ever since. It's been tough, but I +kep' on--I work here three nights in the week and I +got another job in a joint on Second Avenue. Say--" +he added, glancing furtively over his shoulder. Then +finding his suspicions confirmed, and the attention of +the group fastened on him, he began to push the broom +vigorously, muttering in jerks to Felix: "This ain't +no place for ye--git into trouble sure--what yer doin' +here?--They're onto ye, or the bunch wouldn't have +their heads together--don't make no difference who's +here, everybody gits pinched--I can't talk--they'll +git wise and fire me." + +Felix's lip curled and an amused expression drifted +over his face. His jaws set, the muscles forming little +ridges about his ears. + +"I will attend to that later," he said, in a firm voice. +"Keep on with your work." + +He shook the ashes from his pipe, resumed his seat, +and leaned carelessly forward with his elbows on his +thighs, his former protege, now deep in his work, squeezing +the wet rag into the bucket, and using the broom +where the mud was thickest. When the swabbing-up +process brought the man within speaking distance again +Felix leaned still further forward and asked: + +"What sort of a place is this--a restaurant?" + +The man turned his head. He was again on his +knees, and had drawn nearer. He was now wiping the +same spot so as to be within reach of Felix's ear. + +"Downstairs--yes," he returned in a low voice. "Upstairs +--in the rear--across a roof--" He glanced again +at the group and stopped. + +"A gambling house?" + +"No--a pool-room. That's why I give ye the tip." + +Felix ruminated, the man polishing vigorously. +"What kind of people come here?" + +"The kind ye see--and crooks." + +"Do you know them all?" + +"Why not? I been workin' here two months. Had +two raids--that's why I posted ye. It's the chop-house +game now, with a new deal all around, but they're +onto it--so a pal of mine tells me." + +Again Felix ruminated. "Women ever come here?" + +"Oh, yes, up to ten o'clock or so--telephone operators, +shop-girls--that kind. Two of 'em are over there +now; they work in Cryder's store Christmas and New +Year's, and they get taken on extra." + +"Any others?" + +"You mean fancies?" + +"No--straight, decent women, who may live around +here and who come regularly in for their meals." + +"Oh, yes--but they don't stay long. And then"-- +he nodded toward the group--"they don't want 'em +to stay--no money in grub. Just a bluff they've put +up." + +"Have you come across your wife since I saw you?" + +"No, and don't want to. I've got all over that. +A man's a damn fool to get crazy over a woman, and a +bigger damn fool to keep worryin' when she goes back +on him. They ain't wuth it, none on 'em." + +"What became of the man she went off with?" + +"Got tired and chucked her, after he made a tank of +her. That's what they all do." + +"Have you ever tried to find her?" + +"What for?" + +"You might do her some good." + +"Cut it out! Nuthin' doin'! She was rotten when +she left me, and she's rotten now. Bums round a +Raines joint over here on Twenty-eighth Street. Pick +up anybody. Came staggerin' into the church full of +booze, so a pal o' mine told me, and got half-way down +the aisle before they could fire her. Drop in there +sometime when you go by and ask the sexton if I'm +a-lyin'. No more of that for me, I'm through. There +ain't but one place for that kind, and that's Blackwell's +Island, and that's where they fetch up. I went +through hell afore I saw you because of her, and I'm +just pullin' out and I want to stay out." + +He raised his head, glanced furtively again at the +group by the bar, and in a low whisper muttered: + +"I've got to go now. They'll get onto me next." + +"Never mind those men. They cannot harm you," +Felix answered, and was about to add some word of +sympathy, when he checked himself. It would only +hurt him the more, he thought. He said instead, his +voice conveying what his lips would have uttered: + +"Do you like it here?" + +"Got to." + +Felix pushed back his chair, stood erect, and with +a gesture as if his mind had been made up said: "Would +you care to do something else?" + +The man dropped his broom and straggled to his feet. +"Can ye give me somethin'? I been a-tryin' everywhere, +but this kind o' work hoodoos a man, and they +won't give me no ref'rence 'cause I don't git more'n +my board and they don't want to lose me. And then" +--here he winked meaningly--"I know a thing or +two. But, say, do ye mean it? I'll go anywhere you +want." + +Felix felt in his pocket, drew out a card, and pencilled +his address. "Come some night--say about eight +o'clock. It's not far from here. I am glad you pulled +yourself together and went to work. That is a good +deal better than the business you tried to follow when +we first met,"--and one of his dry smiles flickered +about his mouth. "And now, good night," and he +held out his hand. + +The man drew back. It was a new experience. "You +mean it?" he asked. + +"Yes, give me your hand. Now that you are decent +I want to shake it. That is the only way we can help +each other." + +Kitty was poring over her accounts when Felix arrived +at the express-office and made his way to her +sitting-room. She had had a busy day, the holiday +season always bringing a rush of extra work, and her +wagons had been kept going since daylight. The trend +of travel was to Long Island and Jersey towns, the +goods being mainly for the Christmas and New Year's +festivities. John was away--somewhere between the +Battery and Central Park--and so were Mike and +Bobby, the boy having been pressed into service now +that his vacation had begun. + +"Are you too busy to talk to me, Mistress Kitty?" +he said, stripping off his mackintosh and hanging it +where its drip would do no harm. + +"Too busy! God rest ye. Mr. O'Day! I'm never +too busy to eat, sleep, look after John and Bobby, and +listen to what ye've got to say. Hold on till I put +these bills away. There ain't one of 'em'll be paid till +after New Year--not then, if the customer can help it. +They'll all spend their own money or somebody else's. +There!"--and she laid the pile on a shelf behind her. +"Now, go on--what's it ye want? Come, out with it; +and mind, I've said 'Yes, and welcome' before ye've +asked it." + +O'Day, from his seat near the stove, studied her face +for a moment, his own brightening as he felt the warmth +of her loyalty. "Don't promise too much till you +hear me out. I am looking for a job." + +Kitty turned quickly, her eyes two round O's, all the +ruddiness gone from her cheeks. "Mr. O'Day! Why! +Why!--and what's Otto done to ye? I'll go to him +this minute and--" + +Felix laughed gently. "You will do nothing of the +kind. Mr. Kling is all right and so am I. I want the +job for a tramp who tried to hold me up one night, and +who is now scrubbing the floor in a rather disreputable +public house on Third Avenue." + +Kitty let out all her breath and brought her plump +hands down on her plump knees, her body rocking as +she did so. "Oh, is that it? What a start ye give me! +I thought ye and Kling had quarrelled. Sure, I'll +take your tramp if ye say so. We want a man to wash +the wagons, and help Mike clean up. John fired the +macaroni we had last month and I didn't blame him. +What can yer man do?" + +"Not much." + +"What do ye know about him?" + +"Nothing, except that he tried to rob me." + +"And what do ye want me to take him on for? +To have him get away some night with a Saratoga +trunk and--" + +"No, to KEEP him from getting away with it. He's +been on the ragged edge of life for some months, if I +read him aright, and has all he can do to keep his footing. +I found him a while ago by the merest accident, +and he is still holding on. A week with you and your +husband will do him more good than a legacy. He +will get a new standard." + +"What's he been doin' that he's up against it like +this?" she asked, ignoring the compliment. + +"Trying to forget a wife who went back on him-- +so he tells me." + +"Has he done it?" + +"Yes. If you can believe him. She has become a +drunkard." + +"Well--that's about the worst thing can happen to +a man--if he's telling ye the truth. What's become +of her?" + +"He did not say. All I know is that he has not seen +her since she went away." + +"Maybe he didn't want to," she flashed back. "Did +ye get out of him whose fault it was?" + +Felix, whose remarks had been addressed to the red-hot +coals in the stove, glanced quickly toward Kitty, +but made no answer. + +"Ye don't know, that's it, and so ye don't say +I'll tell ye that it's the man's fault more'n half the +time." + +"And what makes you think so, Mistress Kitty?" +he asked, trying to speak casually, not daring to look +at her for fear she would detect the tremor on his lips, +wondering all the time at her interest in the subject. + +"It ain't for thinkin', Mr. O'Day, it's just seein' +what goes on every day, and it sets me crazy. If a man's +got gumption enough to make a girl love him well +enough to marry him, he ought to know enough to +keep it goin' night and day--if he don't want her to +forget him. Half of 'em--poor souls!--are as ignorant +as unborn babes, and don't know any more what's +comin' to them than a chicken before its head's cut off. +She wakes up some mornin' after they've been married +a year or two and finds her man's gone to work without +kissin' her good-by--when he was nigh crazy before +they were married if he didn't get one every ten minutes. +The next thing he does is to stay out half the night, +and when she is nigh frightened to death, and tells him +so with her eyes streamin', instead of comfortin' her, +he tells her she ought to have better sense, and why +didn't she go to sleep and not worry, that he was of age +and could take care of himself--when all the time she is +only lovin' him and pretty near out of her mind lest +he gets hurted. And last he gets to lyin' as to where he +HAS been--maybe it's the lodge, or a game in a back +room, or somethin' ye can't talk about--anyhow, he +lies about it, and then she finds it out, and everything +comes tumblin' down together, and the pieces are all +over the floor. That runs on for a while, and pretty +soon in comes a dandy-lookin' chap and tells her she's +an abused woman--and she HAS been--and he begins +pickin' up the scraps and piecin' them together, tellin' +her all the time the pretty things the first man told her +and which, fool-like, she believes over agin, and then +one fine day she skips off and the husband goes round, +tearin' his hair with shame or shakin' his fist with +rage, and says she broke up his home, and if she ever +sets foot on his doorstep again he'll set the dogs on her, +or let her starve before he'd give her a crumb. Don't it +make you laugh? It does me. And you should see +'em swell round and air their troubles when most +everybody knows just what's happened from the beginnin'! +If it was any of my business, I'd let out and +tell 'em so. + +"What my John knows, I know; and what I know, +he knows. There's never been a time, and there +ain't one now, when I'm beat out and my bones are +hangin' stiff in me--and I get that way sometimes +even now--that I don't go to John and say, 'John, +dear, get yer arms around me and hold me tight, I'm +that tired,' and down goes everything, and he's got my +head on his shoulder and pattin' my cheeks, and up I +get all made over new, and him too. That's the way +we get on, and that's the way they all ought to get +on if--" + +She paused, stretching her neck as if for more air. + +"God save me! Will ye hear me run on? And ye +sittin' there drinkin' it all in, not known' a word about +the women and carin' less. Ye've got to forgive me, +for I'm like John's alarm-clock in this wife business, +and when I'm wound up I keep strikin' until I run +down. Whew! What a heat I got myself into! Now +go on, Mr. O'Day. What'll I pay him, and when's he +comin?" + +Felix waved his hand deprecatingly. "And so you +never think, Mistress Kitty, that it may be the woman's +fault?" + +"Yes, sometimes it is. Faults on both sides, maybe. +If it's the woman's fault, it always begins when she lets +her man do all the work. Look up and down 'The +Avenue' here! Every wife is helpin' her husband in +his business, and every wife knows as much about it +as the man does. That ain't the way up around Central +Park. Half of 'em ain't out of bed till purty nigh +lunch-time. I've heard 'em all talk; and worse yet, +they glory in it. What can ye expect when there ain't +five of 'em to a block who knows whether her husband +has made a million in the past year or whether he's +flat broke, except what he tells her? No wonder, when +trouble comes, they shift husbands as they do their +petticoats, and try it over again with a new one!" + +"And if she takes this last plunge, when will she +wake up to her mistake?" asked Felix, in a low voice. + +"Oh, ye can't always tell. It'll generally run on for +a while until she starts up and stares about her like +she's been in a trance or a nightmare, and then the +dear God help her after that, for nobody else can-- +nor will! That's the worst of it--NOR WILL! John was +readin' out to me the other night about the Red Cross +Society for pickin' up wounded off the battle-field, and +carryin' them in where they can be patched up again +and join their companies when they get well. Why +don't they have a Red Cross for some of the poor girls +and wives who are hurted--hundreds of 'em lyin' all +over the lot--and patch 'em up and bring 'em back +to their homes? Now I'm done." + +"No! Not yet. One more question. After the +last nightmare, what?" + +"The gutter--or worse--that's what! And when +it's all over, most people say: 'Served her right--she +had a happy home once, why didn't she stay in it?' +And somebody else says: 'She was always wild and +foolish--I knew her as a girl.' And some don't say a +blessed word because they couldn't dirty their clean +lips with her name-the hypocrites!--and so they cart +off her poor body and dump it in a lot back of Calvary +cemetery. Oh, I know 'em, and that's what makes me +get hot under the collar every time I get talkin' as +I've been to-night!--And now let's quit it. If yer +dead-beat wants a job, and we can keep him from +stealin' the tires off the wagon and the shoes off my +big Jim, he can come to work in the mornin', and +John will pay him a dollar a day and he can sleep over +the stables. And if he's decent, he can come in here +once in a while and I'll warm him up with a cup of +coffee. I'm glad to take him on just because ye +want it--and ye knew that before I said it, for there's +nothin' I wouldn't do for ye, and ye know that, too. +Listen! That's John drivin' in, and I'm going out to +meet him." + + + + +Chapter XVII + + + +To the fears already possessing Lady Barbara a new +one had now been added, freezing her blood and leaving +her prostrate and helpless, like a plant stricken by an +icy blast. + +There had been no sleep for her after Martha's revelations +regarding the presence of Felix in town, and +turn as she would on her pillow, she could not escape +the dread of one hideous possibility--her meeting him +face to face, uncovering to his penetrating gaze her +shame. + +That he had had any other purpose in pursuing her +across the sea than to humiliate and punish her, she +did not believe. No man, certainly no man as proud +as her husband, would forgive a woman who had trailed +his ancestral name in the mud, and made his family +life a byword in clubs and drawing-rooms. That +Martha believed he could still love her was natural. +Such good souls, women of the people, who had always +led restrained and wholesome lives, would believe +nothing else, but not a woman of her own class. She +had only to recall a dozen instances where the bonds of +marriage had been broken, with all the attendant +scandal and misery, to be convinced of what would +befall her were she and Felix to meet. + +Her one hope was that her husband, baffled in his +search, had left the city, and that neither Martha nor +Stephen would ever see him again. Their inability +to find him of late might mean that he had given up +the search, having found no trace of her during all the +months in which he had been trying to find her. Or +it might mean that he, too, had succumbed to the +same poverty which she had endured and, being no +longer able to maintain himself in the great city, had +sought work elsewhere. + +As the thought of this last possibility suddenly took +possession of her, her heart gave a great bound of relief, +and in the quiet that ensued, a certain tenderness for +the man whom she had wronged began to well up +within her. She recalled their early life and his unfailing +generosity. Never in all the years she had known +him had he refused her the slightest thing which could, +in any way, add to her happiness. Indeed, he had often +denied himself many of the luxuries to which a man of +his tastes and training was entitled, in order to add to +her store. Nor had he ever restrained her in her +whims or her extravagance, and never, in any way, +had he curtailed her freedom. She had been free to +come and free to go, and with whom she pleased. Her +intimacy with Dalton had been proof of all this, as +well as her friendships with various men to whose companionship +many another husband might have objected. +"All right, Barbara," was his invariable reply; "you +will get over your youth one of these days, and then +you and I will settle down." + +Even when the financial crash had come, he had +begged her to go with him to Australia, where he had +important family connections, and where he could +build up his fortunes anew. It was by no means +certain, he had told her, that he was entirely ruined. +His father's estate, when all the debts were paid, +might still leave a surplus. There was some land +just outside of London, too, on the line of suburban +improvement, and this, with the title which had come +to him with his father's death, would doubtless, after +a few years, enable them to return to England and +resume their former position. She remembered very +well the night he had pleaded with her, and she remembered, +too, with a gripping at her heart, her own +contemptuous answer, and her departure the next +morning for her father's roof. And then the lie she +had told!--that Felix had bluntly announced to her +his plan for raising sheep in Australia, ordering her to +get ready to go with him at once. + +She recalled, too, this time with burning cheeks, a +certain unsigned letter, in an unknown hand, which +had reached her after her flight with Dalton, describing +her husband as stunned and dazed by the blow, the +writer denouncing her for her desertion, and warning +her of the retribution in store for her if she remained +with a man like the one on whom she had staked her +future happiness. She had laughed at its contents and +tossed it across the table to Dalton, who had read it +with a smile, caught it between a pair of tongs and, +lighting a match, held it over the flame until it was +consumed. + +Then--as, tortured by these recollections, she lay +staring at the dark--Martha's prediction, based on +Stephen's, belief, that Felix would kill Dalton at sight, +rose up in her mind, and with it came another great +fear--one that, for a moment, stopped her heart from +beating and left her numb. In the quick succession of +blows that Martha had dealt, she had not fully grasped +this part of the story. Now she did. That her husband +was capable of it she fully believed. Quiet, reticent +men like Felix--men who had served their country +both in India and Egypt--men who never boasted, +who never discussed their intentions or plans until they +were carried out, were the men to take the law into +their own hands when their honor was involved, no +matter who was hurt. Such a catastrophe would not +only bring to light her own misery, but the unavoidable +publicity would tarnish still further the good name of +her people at home. Even were only an attempt on +Dalton's life made, and an official investigation held-- +as she was convinced would be the case--the scandal +would be almost as bad. Rather than have this occur +she would make any sacrifice, even that of humiliating +herself on her knees before Felix--begging his forgiveness, +not for the sake of the man she now feared and +detested, but for the sake of her father at home, and +to shield her own identity. She feared, too, for Felix. +He, of all men, should be saved from committing such +an act. + +With this a sudden resolve born of her fears and +shattered nerves took possession of her. She would +not only see her husband whenever he came, but she +would send word in the morning to Stephen to redouble +his search, leaving no stone unturned until he +was found. + +Nothing of all this did she say to Martha, who helped +her dress, watching the dark circles beneath the eyes. +Breakfast over, she silently took her seat by the window, +drew from the big paper box at her feet her several +pieces of lace, including the mantilla, and began to +work. + +As she held up to the light the ragged tear in the +Spanish lace, and noted the width and length of the +gash in its delicate texture, her heart sank. She saw +at a glance that she could not finish it before closing +time, even if she devoted the whole day to its repair. +Better complete, thought she, the other and smaller +pieces--one a fichu of Brussels lace, and the others +some embroidered handkerchiefs on which she was to +place monograms. These she would finish and take to +Mangan. When he saw how tired she was, he would +accept her excuses and give her another day for the +large and more important piece. She did not have to +leave the house until four o'clock, and as Martha was +to be out most of the day, she could work on without +distraction of any kind. + +When, at noon, Martha left her, with a caressing +pat of the hand, promising to be back in time for +supper, the anxious, weary woman picked up her +needle again, her fingers darting in and out like shuttles, +her shoulders aching with the strain, her mind still +intent on the problems which had tortured her all +night, and only rousing herself when the clock in a +neighboring tower struck four. Then she gathered up +her work, wrapped the whole in the same sheet of +tissue-paper in which the several pieces had been +packed, and, adjusting her hat and cloak, started for +Rosenthal's. + +Mangan, who was in charge of the department, had +been waiting for her in a small room off the repair shop, +and as he caught sight of her frail figure making her +way toward him, rose to greet her. "Well, I'm glad +you've come," he began, as she reached his desk. +"Brought that Spanish piece, didn't you? Ought to +have had it last night." + +She tried to smile, but his face was too forbidding. +"No, I am sorry to say that--" + +"You didn't! What have you done with it?" + +"I could not finish it. I have brought everything +else. I will have it for you in the morning." + +Mangan looked at her curiously, a smirk of suspicion +crossing his narrow fox face. "Oh! You'll bring it +to-morrow, will you?" he sneered. "Well, do you +know that to-morrow's New Year's Eve and that this +mantilla's got to be delivered to-night? They have +been telephoning all day for it. To-morrow, eh? +Well, don't that make you tired! It does me." + +An indignant protest quivered through her, but she +dared not show resentment. Only within the last few +months had she been subjected to these insults, and +only her helplessness had compelled her to bear them. + +"I am very sorry," she answered simply, and with +a certain dignity. "I have not been very well. I have +done all I could. The damage was greater than I expected. +Some of the threads must be entirely restored." + +"What time to-morrow?" Every kind of excuse +known to the shop-worker had been poured into his +ears. Very few of them contained a particle of truth. + +"Before noon, if I can; certainly by four o'clock." + +"Four o'clock?" he roared. He had already made +up his mind that she was lying, but there was no use +in his telling her so, nor would any time be gained by +taking the work from her and handing it over to another +employee. + +"Four means eight, I guess. What's the matter +with ten o'clock? I got to have that sure, and no +monkeying. Can't you brace up and jam it through?" + +"I will try." Her cheeks were burning under the +sting of his coarse lashes. + +"Try! You bet you'll try! Better get home right +away. Give me that bundle--I'll have it checked up, +so you won't lose no time." + +She bit her lip, her whole nature in revolt, but she +made no reply. Too much was at stake for her to show +anger at such coarseness. She had no rights that he +was bound to respect. She was only one of his work-girls, +and her short experience had shown her that but +few of her associates received better treatment from +him. + +"Thank you," was all she said as, with downcast eyes, +she picked her way through the crowded workroom, +down the long, steep staircase reserved for employees +and so on to the street. There she caught a Third +Avenue car and sank into a seat near the door, encroaching +upon her small reserve of pennies to reach +home the sooner. She saw but too clearly that not +only did her present position depend on her returning +the mantilla at the earliest possible moment, but that, +exhausted as she was, she must utilize the few remaining +minutes of daylight as well as the earlier +hours of the morning to keep her promise. To work +long at night she knew was impossible. She had not +the eyes to follow the intricacies of the meshes with +no other light than that afforded by Martha's kerosene +lamp. She had tried it before, and had been forced to +stop. + +When she reached the cross street leading to Martha's +door, she hurried from the car, caught her skirts in her +hand, a habit of hers when nervously hurried, and, summoning +up all her strength, sped on, mounting the +narrow, rickety steps with but a pause for breath on +the last landing. Once there, she took her latch-key +from her pocket and unlocked the door, leaving it on the +jar, as she knew Martha might come in at any moment. + +As she entered the humble apartment, its restful +seclusion, after her experience with Mangan, sent a +thrill of thankfulness through her. One after another +the several objects passed in review--the kettle singing +on the stove, its ample bed of coals warming the +room; her own tiny chamber, leading out of the one +large room, with its small iron bedstead and white +cotton quilt; the table with its lamp; the pine shelves +with the few pieces of china, and even the big paper +box in which her work was delivered and later returned +to the shop, either by wagon or special messenger, and +which Martha, before she had gone out, had placed on +a chair near the door to keep it out of the dust. All +told her of peace and warmth and comfort. + +She lighted the lamp, picked up the box containing +the mantilla, and half raised the lid, intending to place +the contents on her sewing-table, but, catching sight +of the kettle again, she let the box lid drop from her +hands. She was chilled from the ride in the car, the +water was boiling, and it would take but a minute to +make herself a cup of tea. This would give her renewed +strength for her task. Hardly had she drained +her cup when she became conscious of a step on the +stairs--a steady, firm step. Not Martha's nor that of +the boy. Nor that of the expressman who often sought +Martha's apartment. + +As it approached the landing, a sickening faintness +assailed her. + +She had heard that step before. + +It was Felix! + +Her hour of trial had come! + +He would find the door ajar, stride into the room +with that quiet, self-contained manner of his; and she +must face him and stand ashamed! + +For a brief instant she wavered, her resolution of +the morning, to throw herself at his feet, put to flight +by a sense of some impending terror. Should she +spring forward and shut the door before he reached it, +refusing to admit him until Martha came, or should she +creep noiselessly into her room and lock herself in, +remaining silent until he should leave the premises, +believing no one at home? While she stood, half +paralyzed with fear, the door moved gently, almost +stealthily, swinging back half its width, and a man in +cape-coat, and slouch hat drawn dose over his eyes, +stepped into the room. + +Lady Barbara gave a piercing shriek, sprang from +her seat, and staggered back, grasping a chair to +keep her from falling. "How dare you, Guy Dalton, +to--" + +The intruder loosened the top button of his cape, +watching, meanwhile, the terrified woman, and, with a +sneer, said: "Oh, stop that, will you? I've had enough +of it. You thought you could get away, did you? +Well, you can't, and the sooner you find that out the +better for you." He glanced coolly around the room. +"So this is where you are, is it?--a rotten hole, anyhow. +You might better have stayed where you were. Does +Rosenthal pay you enough to keep this up, or is somebody +else footing the bills? Now, you get your things +on and be quick about it." + +She had been edging toward her bedroom door all +this time, her eyes glaring into his with the fierceness +of a cornered animal, muttering as she stepped--one +word at a time: "You--have--no--right--to--come +--in--here." + +"I haven't, haven't I? I'd like to know who has a +better right?" he returned angrily. + +"No, you have not." She was moving an inch at a +time, keeping a chair between herself and Dalton, her +eyes watching his every expression, her right hand +stretched along the wall. + +"Still at it, are you? Well, get through, and hurry +up. I'll go where I please, and you'll come when I want +you. Everybody is inquiring for you down at the +house, and I promised them you would be back to-night, +and you will. You were a fool to leave. It's a lot +better than this. From what I heard last night, from +one of Rosenthal's girls, I thought you had moved into +something palatial." + +She had reached the bedroom door now, and her +hand was on the knob. + +"Yes--that's right," he said, mistaking her purpose, +"get into your wraps, and--" + +The door closed with a sudden bang, and the inside +bolt was pushed tight. + +Dalton stood with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, +that's the game, is it?" he called, in a loud voice. He +saw he had been outwitted, and an oath escaped him. +He saw, too, that the door was a heavy one, and the +effort to force it might bring in the neighbors. "Well, +there's no hurry. I can wait," he added savagely, "but +if you know what's good for you, you'll come out now." + +She had sunk down on her bed, hardly daring to +breathe. Her only hope now lay in Martha, and she +might not come back for an hour. + +Dalton sauntered away from the door and began +an inspection of the room. The box on the chair came +first. He lifted the lid and drew out the mantilla. +"Rather good, this--wonder how she got hold of it-- +Oh, yes, I see, she must be repairing it. There are her +work-basket and the spools of black silk." + +He turned to the box again and read the name of +"Rosenthal" stencilled on the bottom. "So that is +what she is doing--they did not tell me what she +worked at." He spread out the mantilla again and +looked it over carefully. Then a smile of cunning +crossed his face. "Just what I want," he said, folding +it up and tucking it inside his capacious cape. + +He now made a tour of the room, his tread like that +of a cat, lifted the plates on the dresser as if in search +of something behind them, rummaged through the +work-basket, opening and turning the leaves of a book +lying on the table. So occupied was he that he did +not hear Martha's noiseless step nor know that she +had entered the room. + +For a moment she stood watching his every movement. +The man she saw was well-knit and rather +handsome, not much over thirty, with clean-shaven +face, drooping eyelids, and a hard-set lower jaw. She +had a suspicion that it might be Dalton, but was not +sure, never having seen him but once, when he was +much younger. + +"Who do you want to see?" she asked at last, in a +firm voice. + +Dalton wheeled sharply, and took her in with one +comprehensive glance. He had always prided himself +on never having been outwitted or taken unawares, and +that Lady Barbara could lock herself in her room, and +that this woman could creep up behind him unobserved, +rather nettled him. + +"I don't know that it is any of your business, my +good woman," he answered, his insolence increasing +as he noticed how mild and inoffensive she appeared +to be; "but if it makes any difference to you, I will +tell you that I am waiting for my wife." + +"Where is she?" Martha's voice was clear and +incisive, with a ring of determination through it that, +for the moment, disconcerted him. + +Dalton pointed to the bedroom door. + +Martha stepped across the room and tried the knob. +"Open the door, Lady Barbara. It's Martha. Who +is this man?" + +The bolt shot back and Barbara's frightened face +peered out. "Oh, thank God you have come!" she +moaned, her teeth chattering. "It is Mr. Dalton. I +ordered him from the room, and he would not go, +and--" + +"Oh, it's Mr. Guy Dalton, is it?" Martha cried, +facing him. "The man who's been a curse to you ever +since you met him. I know every crook and turn of +you--you ought to be ashamed of yourself to treat a +woman as you have treated Lady Barbara O'Day. +Now, sir, this is my room and you can't stay in it a +minute longer. There's the door!" + +Dalton laughed a dry, crackling laugh. "You are +a regular virago, are you not, my dear woman?" he +said. "Quite refreshing to hear your defense of a +woman on whom I have spent every shilling I had. +Now, do not get excited--cool down a bit, and we will +talk it over--and while we are at it, please make me a +cup of tea. It is about my hour. When my wife comes +to her senses, as she will in a minute, she will get over +her tantrums and think better of it." + +Martha strode straight toward him until her capacious +body was within a few inches of his shirt-front, +her hands tightly clinched. "Don't make any mistake, +Mr. Dalton. Your airs won't go here. My brother +Stephen looks after me and after Lady O'Day, and he +and another man you wouldn't care to meet are looking +after you." + +She called to her mistress: "Lock and bolt that +door on you, and don't open it until I tell you." + +Again she confronted Dalton, her contempt for +him increasing as she caught the wave of anxiety that +swept his face at her reference to the men who would +help her. "Now, you can have just one minute to +leave this room, Mr. Dalton," she cried, throwing back +the door. "If you're over that time, the policeman on +the block will help you down-stairs." + +Dalton hesitated. The allusion to Stephen, whoever +he might be, and to the other man, disturbed him. +That the woman knew more of his history than she +was willing at that time to tell was evident. That she +was entirely in earnest, and meant what she said, and +that it would be more than dangerous for him to defy +her, should she appeal to the police for help, were +equally evident. + +"Of course, my dear woman," he said, with assumed +humility, his eyes glistening with anger, "if you do not +want me to stay, I suppose I shall have to go. I did +not come to make any fuss; I only came to take my +wife home where I can take care of her. She seems to +think she can get along without me. All right--I +am willing she should try it for a while. She has my +address, which is more than I had when she left me +without a word of any kind." + +He slid his hand under his cape to assure himself +that the mantilla was safe and out of sight, picked up +his hat, and stepped jauntily out, saying as he went +down the staircase: "Next time, she will come to me. +Do you hear? Tell her so, will you?" + + + + +Chapter XVIII + + + +Sometimes on life's highway we meet a man who +reminds us of one of those high-priced pears seen in +fruiterers' windows: wholesome, good to look at, without +a speck or stain on their smooth, round, rosy +skins--until we bite into them. Then, close to their +hearts, we uncover a greedy, conscienceless worm, +gnawing away in the dark--and consign the whole to +the waste-barrel. + +Dalton, despite his alluring exterior, had been rotten +at heart from the time he was sixteen years of age, +when he had lied to his father about his school remittances, +which the old man had duplicated at once. + +That none of his associates had discovered this was +owing to the fact that no one had probed deeper than +the skin of his attractiveness--and with good reason: +it was clean, good to look at, bright in color, a most +welcome addition to any dinner-table. But when the +drop came--and very few fruits can stand being +bumped on the sidewalk--the revelation followed +all the quicker, simply because bruised fruit rots in a +day, as even the least qualified among us can tell. + +And the bruises showed clearer as time went on. +The lines in his once well-rounded, almost boyish +face grew deeper and more strongly marked, the eyes +shrank far back beneath the brows, the lips became +thinner and less mobile, the hair was streaked with +gray, and the feet lacked their old-time spring. + +With these there had come other changes. The +smile which had won many a woman was replaced +by a self-conscious smirk; the debonair manner which +had charmed all who met him was now a mere bravado. +His dress, too, showed the strain. While his collar +and neckwear were properly looked after, and his face +was clean-shaven, other parts of his make-up, especially +his shoes and hat, were much the worse for wear. + +This, then, was the man who, with thoughts intent +on his last and most degrading makeshift, was forging +his way up Second Avenue, the mantilla--the veriest +film of old Salamanca lace--pressed into a small wad +and stuffed in his inside pocket. + + +And now, while we follow him on his way up-town, +it may be just as well for us to note that up to this +precise moment our devil-may-care, still rather handsome +Mr. Dalton, with the drooping eyelids and cold, +hard lips, had entirely failed to grasp the idea that, +in so far as public and private morals were concerned, +he had in the last thirty minutes fallen to the level +of a common sneak-thief. + +His own reasoning, in disproof of this theory, was +entirely characteristic of the man. While the pawning +of one's things was of course unfortunate and +might occasion many misunderstandings and much +obloquy, such an act was not necessarily dishonest, +because many gentlemen, some of high social position, +had been compelled to do the same thing. He himself, +yielding to force of circumstances, had already +pawned a good many things--his wife's first, and then +his own--and would do it again under similar conditions. +That the article carefully hidden in his pocket +belonged to neither one of them, did not strike him +as altering the situation in the slightest. The mantilla +was of no value to him, nor, for that matter, to +Lady Barbara. He would pawn it not alone for the +sake of the money it would bring him, to tide him over +his troubles until he could recover his losses--only +a question of days, perhaps hours--but because, by +means of the transaction, he would be enabled to +restore harmony to a home which, through the obstinacy +of a woman on whom he had squandered +every penny he possessed in the world, had been +temporarily broken up. + +Should she rebel and refuse to join him--and she +unquestionably had that right--he would carry out +a plan which had come to him in a flash when he +first picked it up. He would pawn it for what it would +bring and, watching his chance some day when Lady +Barbara was out at work, force his way into the apartment, +slip the pawn-ticket where it could easily be +found--behind the china or in among her sewing +materials--and with that as proof, charge her with +having stolen the lace, threatening her with exposure +unless she yielded. If she relented, he would destroy +the ticket and let the matter drop; if she continued +obstinate, he would charge her companion with being +an accessory. The woman was evidently befriending +Lady Barbara for what she could get out of her. +Neither of them was seeking trouble. Between the +two he could accomplish his purpose. + +What would happen in the meanwhile, when she +tried to account for its loss to Rosenthal, never caused +him the slightest concern. She, of course, could concoct +some story which they would finally believe. +If not, they could deduct the value of the lace from +her earnings. + +He had the best of motives for his action. Their +board bill was overdue. He was harassed by the want +of even the small sums of money needed for car-fare, +and of late it had become very evident that if they +were to keep their present quarters--and he was afraid +to try for any others--he must yield at once to the +proprietor's pressing suggestion to "patch up his +differences with his wife," and have her come home and +once more take charge of the suite of rooms; the +owner arguing that as Mr. and Mrs. Stanton were +known to be "family people," a profitable little game +free from police interruption might be carried on, +the surplus to be divided between the "house and +Mrs. Stanton's husband." + +That she should decline again to be party to any +such plan seemed to him altogether improbable, since +all she had to do to insure them both comfort was to +return home like a sensible woman, put on the best +clothes she possessed--the more attractive the better, +and she certainly was fetching in that wrapper--and be +reasonably polite to such of his friends as chose to +drop in evenings for a quiet game of cards. + +Moreover, she owed him something. He had made +every sacrifice for her, shared with her his every shilling, +making himself an exile, if not a fugitive, for +her sake, and it was time she recognized it. + +With the recall of these incidents in his checkered +career a new thought blazed up in his mind--rather +a blinding thought. As its rays brightened he halted +in his course, and stood gazing across the street as +if uncertain as to his next move. Perhaps, after all, +it would be best NOT to pawn the mantilla. An outright +sale would be much better. If this were impossible, +it would be just as well to destroy the ticket +and postpone his scheme for regaining possession of +her person. While something certainly was due him-- +and she of all women in the world should supply it-- +forcing her to carry out the landlord's plan, now that +he thought it over, might result in a certain kind of +publicity, which, if his own antecedents were looked +into, would be particularly embarrassing. She might +--and here a slight shiver passed through him--she +might, in her obstinacy, threaten him with the forged +certificates, a result hardly possible, for no letters of +any kind had reached her, none so far as he knew; +neither had he ever discussed the incident with her, for +the simple reason that women, as a rule, never understood +such things. And yet how could he, as a financier, +have tided over an accounting which, if allowed to go +on, would have wiped out the savings of hundreds +who had trusted him and whom he could not desert +in their hour of need, except by some such desperate +means? Of course, if he had to do it all over again, +he would never have locked up the stock-book in his +own safe. That was a mistake. He ought to have left +it with the treasurer. Then he could have shifted +the responsibility. + +Just here, oddly enough, he began to think of +Felix--that cold-blooded, unimaginative man, who +knew absolutely nothing about how to treat a woman, +and, for that matter, knew nothing about anything else +in so far as the practical side of life was concerned. +The fool--here his brow knit--had not only broken +up the final deal, in which everything had been fixed +with Mullhallsen, the German banker, for an additional +loan, but he had unearthed and compared +certain certificates, in his fight to protect an obstinate +old father. Worse still, he had taken himself off to +Australia to starve, instead of saving what he could +out of the wreck. Had he only listened to advice, +the whole catastrophe might have been averted. + +And this fool would have ruined his wife as well, +had not he--Dalton--stepped in and saved her from +burying herself in the wilderness. + +As the memory of the scene with Felix when the +stock-book was unearthed passed through his mind, +his hand instinctively sought the bulge in his coat-pocket. +He must get rid of it and at once. Just as +the certificates had proved to be dangerous, so might +this lace. + +With this idea of his own peril possessing his mind +his whole manner changed. The air of triumph shown +in his step and bearing when he left Marta's door, +due to his discovery of the fugitive and the terror his +presence had inspired, was gone. The old spectre +always pursuing him stepped again to his side and +linked arms. His slinking, furtive air returned, and +a certain well-defined fear, as if he dreaded being +followed, showed itself in every glance. + +Suddenly he caught sight of a well-patronized retreat, +owned and operated by a Mrs. Blobbs, the +Polish wife of an English cheap John, and with a +quick sliding movement, he paused in front of the +narrow door. He had already taken in, from under +his hat, the single gas-jet lighting up its collection of +pinchbeck jewelry, watches, revolvers, satin shoes, fans, +and other belongings of the unfortunate, and after +peering up and down the street, he slipped in noiselessly, +his countenance wearing that peculiar, shame-faced +expression common to gentlemen on similar +missions. That it was not his first experience could +be seen from the way he leaned far over the counter, +dropped the filmy wad, and then straightened back-- +the gesture meaning that if any other customer should +come in while his negotiations were in progress, he +was not to be connected in any way with the article. + +"Something rather good," he said, pointing to the +black roll. + +The proprietress, a square-built woman, solid as +a sack of salt, her waist-line marked by a string tightened +just above a black alpaca apron, her dried-apple +face surmounted by a dingy lace cap topped with +a soiled red ribbon, eyed him cautiously, and remarked, +after loosening out the mantilla: "Dem teater gurls +only vant such tings, and dey can pay nuddin'. No, +I vouldn't even gif fife tollars. Petter dake it somevares +else." + +Dalton hesitated, turning the matter over in his +mind. The transfer would bring him the desired +pawn-ticket, but the five dollars was not sufficient to +help him tide over the most pressing of his difficulties. +He had borrowed double that sum two nights before, +from the barkeeper of a pool-room where he occasionally +played, and he dared not repeat his visit +until he could carry him the money. + +The male Blobbs, the taller and more rotund of +the two shopkeepers--especially about the middle-- +now strolled in, leaned over the counter, and picking +up the lace, held it to the overhead light. Looked at +from behind, Blobbs was all shirt-sleeves and waist-coat, +the back of his flat head resting like a lid on +his shoulders. Looked at from the front, Blobbs +developed into a person with shoe-brush whiskers +bristling against two yellow cheeks, the features being +the five dots a child always insists upon when drawing +a face. Dalton saw at a glance that it was Mrs. +Blobbs, and not Mr. Blobbs, who was in charge of +the shop, and that any discussions with him as to +the price would be useless. + +"You're an Hinglishnan, I take it," came from +the lowest dot of the five, a blurred and uncertain +mouth. + +Dalton colored slightly and nodded. + +"Well, what I should adwise ye to do is to take +this 'ere lace to some of them hold furnitoor shops. +I know what this is. I 'ate to see a chap like ye put +to it like this, that's why I tell ye. 'Ard on your woman, +but--there's a shop hup on Fourth Avenue where +they buy such things. A Dutchman by the name of +Kling, right on the corner--you can't miss it. Take +it hup to 'im and tell 'im I sent ye--we often 'elps +one another." + +Dalton crumpled up the black wad, slid the package +under his coat, and without a word of thanks left the +shop. + +This was not the first time Blobbs had sent Kling +a customer. Indeed, there had always been more or +less of a trade between the two establishments. For, +while Mrs. Blobbs had a license and could advance +money at reasonable rates, her principal business was +in old-clothes and ready-to-wear finery. Being near +"The Avenue" and well known to its denizens, many +of their outgrown and out-of-fashion garments had +passed across her counter. Here the young man who +pounded away on Masie's piano, the night of her +birthday party, borrowed, for a trifle, his evening suit. +Here Codman had exchanged a three-year-old overcoat, +which refused to be buttoned across his constantly +increasing girth, for enough money to pay for +the velvet cuffs and collar of the new one purchased on +Sixth Avenue. Here Mrs. Codman bought remnants +of finery with which to adorn her young daughter's +skirts when she went to the ball given by the Washington +chowder party. Here, too, was where the undertaker +sold the clothes of the man who stepped off a +ten-story building in the morning and was laid out that +same night in Digwell's back room, his friends depositing +a fresh suit for him to be buried in, telling the +undertaker to do with the old one as he pleased. And +to this old-clothes shop flocked many another denizen +of side streets, who at one time or another had reached +crises in their careers which nothing else could relieve. + +Mrs. Blobbs's curt refusal to receive the lace only +added fuel to the blazing thought that had flared up +in Dalton's mind when he recalled the certificates. +Holding on to them had caused one explosion. The +mantilla might prove another such bomb. He dared +not leave it at home and he could not carry it for an +indefinite time on his person. If the man Kling +would pay any decent price for it, he could have it +and welcome. + +With the grim spectre still linking arms with him +he hurried on, making short-cuts across the streets, +until he arrived at Kling's corner. At this point he +paused. His terror must not betray him. Shaking +himself free of the spectre, he assumed his one-time +nonchalant air, entered the store and walked down the +middle aisle, between the lines of sideboards, bureaus +and high desks drawn up in dress parade. Over the +barricade of the small office he caught the shine of +Otto's bald head, the only other live occupant, except +Fudge, who had crept out from behind a bureau, and +bounded back with a growl. Fudge had sniffed around +the legs of a good many people, and might have written +their biographies, but Dalton was new to him. +Few thieves had ever entered Kling's doors. + +"I have just left your old friends, Mr. and Mrs. +Blobbs," he began gayly, "who have advised me to +bring to you rather a rare piece of lace belonging to +my wife. Fine, isn't it?" He loosened the bundle +and shook out the folds of the mantilla. + +Otto put on his glasses, felt the texture of the piece +between his fingers, and spread out the pattern for +closer examination. "Yes, dot's a good piece of lace. +Vot you vant to do vid it? Dere's a hole in it, you +see," and he thrust a pudgy finger into the gash. + +"Yes, I know," returned Dalton, who, with his eye +still on the dog, had been crushing it together so that +the tear might not show; "but that is easily remedied. +I want to sell it. Mr. Blobbs tells me it is worth +a hundred dollars." + +"Is dot so? Vell--vell--a hundred tollars! Dot's +a good deal of money." He had begun to wrap it up, +tucking in the ends. "No--dot Fudge dog don't bite-- +go away, you. T'ank you for lettin' me see it, tell Mr. +Blobbs, but I don't vant it at dot price. And I doan +know I vant it at any price. Dey doan buy dem t'ings +any more." + +Dalton saw that the mantilla had favorably impressed +the dealer. He had caught the look of pleasure +when the lace was first unrolled, reading the man's +brain as he had often read the brains of the men at +home who listened to some rose-colored prospectus. +These experiences had taught him that there was always +a supreme moment when one must stop praising +an article for sale, whether it were a rubber concession +from an African chief or a pound of tea over a grocer's +counter. This moment had arrived with Kling. + +"I agree with you," he said smilingly. "The valuation +was Mr. Blobbs's, not mine. I told him I should +be glad to get half that amount--or even less." + +Otto took the bundle and loosened the roll again. +"I got a little girl, Beesving--dot was her dog make +such foolishness--who likes dese t'ings. But dot is +not business, for I doan sell it again once I gif it to +her. I joost put it around her shoulders for a New +Year's gift. Maybe if you--" He re-examined it +closely, especially the tear, which had partly yielded +to Lady Barbara's deft fingers and tired eyes. "Vell, +I tell you vot I do, I gif you tventy tollars." + +"That, I am afraid, will not answer my purpose," +said Dalton. "Perhaps, however, you will loan me +thirty dollars on it and hold the lace for a week or so, +and I will pay you back thirty-five when some money +that is due me comes in?" + +Otto looked at him from under his bushy eyebrows. +"Ve don't do dot kind of business. If I buy--I buy. +If I sell--I sell. Sometimes I pay more as a t'ing is +vorth. Sometimes I pay less. I have a expert vid +me who knows vat dis is vorth, but he is busy vid a +customer on de next floor, and I doan sent for him. +If you vant de tventy tollars you can have it. If you +doan, den take avay de lace. I got a lot of t'ings to +do more as to talk about it. Ven you see Blobbs, +you tell him vat I say." + +Dalton's mind worked rapidly. To take the money +would clean off his debt and leave him a margin which +he might treble before midnight. + +"Give me the money," he said. "It is not one-third +of its value, but I see that it is all I can do." + +Otto smiled--the smile of a man who had hit the +thing at which he aimed--felt in his inside pocket, +drew out a great flat pocketbook, and counted out +the bills. + +Dalton swept them up as a winner at baccarat +sweeps up his coin, apparently without counting them, +stuffed the crumpled bank-notes into his pocket, and +started for the door. + +Half-way down the long shop he halted opposite a +sideboard laden with old silver and glass and, to show +that he was not in a hurry, paused for an instant, +picking up a cut-glass decanter with a silver top, +remarking casually, as he laid it back, "Like one I +have at home," continuing his inspection by holding +aloft a pipe-stem glass, to see the color the better. + +As he resumed his walk to the door, Felix, with +Masie and a customer ahead of him, was just descending +the rear stairs from the "banquet hall" above. +He thus had a full view of the store below. Something +in the way with which the bubble-blown glass was +handled attracted O'Day's attention. He had seen +a wrist with a movement like that, the poised glass +firmly held in an outstretched hand. Where, he could +not tell; at his own table, perhaps, or possibly at a +club dinner. He remembered the quick, upward toss, +the slender receptacle held high. He leaned far forward, +and watched the nervous step and halting gait. +Had Masie and the customer not been ahead of him, +he would have hurried past them and called to the +man to stop--not an unusual thing with him when +his suspicions were aroused. Instead, he waited until +he was well down the stairs, then strolled carelessly +toward the door, intending to make some excuse +to accost the man on the sidewalk. Not that he had +any definite conviction regarding his likeness to the +man he wanted; more to satisfy his conscience that +he had permitted no clew to slip past him. + +What made him hesitate was the way the slouch-hat +shaded the intruder's face, the gas-jets not revealing +the features. Only the end of the chin was visible, +and the round of the lower cheek showing above the +heavy cape-collar of the overcoat. + +Dalton by this time had reached the street-door, +which he closed gently behind him, holding it for an +instant to prevent its making a noise. Felix lunged +forward, reopened it quickly, and gazed out into the +night. Dalton had vanished as completely as if the +earth had swallowed him. + +Another man, who had kept his eyes on O'Day as +he peered into the dark, an undersized, gaunt-looking +man, sidled toward Felix and pulled at his coat sleeve. +"I ain't too early, am I? You said eight o'clock?" + +Felix looked at him keenly. "Oh, yes, I remember-- +no, you are all right. How long have you been here?" + +"About half an hour." + +"Did you notice which way that man went who +has just shut the door?" + +The tramp looked about him in a helpless way. "I +wasn't lookin'. I was a-watchin' you--waitin' for +you to come out--but I got on to him when he went +in awhile ago." + +"Then you have seen him before?" + +"Of course I've seen him before. He plays pool +where I've been a-workin'." + +Felix bent closer. "Do you know his name?" + +"Sure! His name's Stanton. He's been puttin' +sompin' to soak, I guess. I heard last week he was +up against it. Do you know him?" + +Felix remained silent a moment, checking his own +disappointment, and then answered slowly: "I +thought I did, but I see I am mistaken. Come inside +the store where it is warmer. I have secured you a +job, and will take you with me when I have finished +here." + + + + +Chapter XIX + + + +Had a spark of human feeling been left in Dalton's +body, it would have been kindled into a flame of sympathy, +could he have seen Lady Barbara when she +opened the box early next morning, and stood trembling +over the loss of the mantilla. + +Her first hope was that she had inadvertently taken +it to Rosenthal's with the other pieces of lace, and +that Mangan had found it when he checked up her +work. Then a cold chill ran through her, her anxiety +increasing every moment. Had she dropped it in the +street? Had the woman who jostled her on the way +up the long staircase to the workroom, picked up her +package when she stumbled? Perhaps some one had +crept in during the night and, finding the box near +the door, had caught up the mantilla and escaped +without being detected? Could she herself have +dragged it into her bedroom, entangled in the folds +of her skirt? Was it not near the window, or in her +basket, or behind the door, or-- + +Martha, with a shake of her head, put all these +theories to flight. + +"No, it isn't in your room at all, and it isn't anywhere +else around here; and nobody's been in here +from the outside; and they couldn't get in if they +tried, for I bolted the door when we went to bed. +The only person who has had the run of the place is +Mr. Dalton, and he--" + +"Martha!" + +"Well, I wasn't here when he first came, but when +I opened the door he was peeking behind the china." + +"But I had not been inside my room a minute +before I heard your voice. How could he have taken +it? You don't think--" + +"I don't say what I think, because I don't know, +but he's mean enough to do anything he could to hurt +you. How long had he been talking to you when I +came in?" + +"Just long enough for me to run past him and lock +myself in." + +"And how long do you think it would take him to +steal it, if he thought nobody was looking?" + +"But he could not have stolen it, Martha; he was +on the other side of the room. The box is by the door +where I left it; you can see it for yourself. Oh what +shall I do? Where could I have dropped it? It must +be at the store in that bundle. Mr. Mangan said I +need not wait, and I did not see him open it. He has +found it by this time and he is waiting for me. I will +go right away and see him. Anybody could make a +mistake like that. He must--he WILL understand when +I explain it all. Get my cloak and hat, please, Martha. +I will take the car up and back, and you can have my +coffee ready for me upon my return. I won't be half +an hour. Oh! how awful it is, how awful! If I had +only found it out last night! I had meant to work, +but I could not after what happened. Mr. Mangan was +very much put out yesterday, and I know he will be +furious to-day. No, you need not come with me," +and she was gone. + +Martha closed the door, walked to the window, and +stood looking through the panes until the slight figure +had reached the street, where she caught up her skirt, +to free her steps the better, and started on a run for +the car line. When the fragile form was lost in the +whirl of the traffic, Martha walked slowly to the table +and sank into a chair, her elbows resting on its top, +her face in her hand. + +The next instant she was on her feet examining +Lady Barbara's work-basket, wondering what Dalton +had found in it, wondering, too, why he had looked +through it. Crossing to the dresser, she moved the +plates and cups, as he had done, searching for a possible +note, or perhaps for a duplicate key of their former +apartment which he might have left for Barbara, +and then moved toward the door of the smaller chamber, +behind which her mistress had lain shivering. Her +eye now fell on the box, the lid awry. She remembered +that this lid had been in that same position when +she had ordered the intruder from the room, and that, +at the time, she had thought it strange that Lady +Barbara, always so careful, had not fastened it to +keep the dust from its contents. Stooping closer, she +examined the various articles. She noted that one +sleeve of the lace blouse had been lifted from its place, +while the other sleeve remained snug where her mistress +had tucked it. In pulling out one of the upper +pieces, this sleeve must have been caught in its meshes +and dragged clear. This could only have been done +by the mantilla which, she distinctly remembered, +had been laid neatly on top the afternoon before, so as +to be ready for work in the morning. + +"He's got it," she exclaimed in an excited tone, +replacing the lid. "I'll stake my life he stole it, the +dirty cur! He's done it to get even with her. She'll +be back in a little while, half distracted. There is +going to be trouble, plenty of it. I'll have Stephen +here right away, and we'll talk it over. I can take +care of her when she's inside these rooms, but what if +that man waylays her on the street and raises a row, +and she goes back to him to smooth over things? This +has got to stop. She won't live the month out if he +gets to hounding her again, and now he's found out +where she is, I shan't have a moment's peace. What +a hang-dog face he's got on him! And he's a coward, +too, or he wouldn't have slunk out when I ordered him. +And he had it on him all the time! I wonder what he'll +do with it. Hold it over her, I expect; maybe take +it to Rosenthal's with some lie about her, so they will +discharge her and she come back to him. + +"Maybe--" Here she stopped, and grew suddenly +grave. "Maybe he'll-- No, I don't think he'd dare +do that, but I've got to get Stephen, and I'll go for +him this minute. Going's quicker than a letter, and +I'll leave word down-stairs where I'm gone, so she'll +know when she comes in, and I'll fix her coffee so she +can get it." + +Hurrying into her own room, she began changing +her dress, putting on her shoes, taking her night cloak +and big, flare bonnet from the hook behind the door, +talking to herself as she moved. + +"It's getting worse all the time, instead of getting +better. God knows what's to become of her! She's +most beat out now, and can't stand much more; and +she's the best of the lot, except Mr. Felix, for she's +clean inside of her, and only her heart is to blame-- +and that father of hers, Lord Carnavon, with his dirty +pride, and this scoundrel she's wrecking her life on, +and all the fine ladies at home who turned up their +noses at her when half of them are twice as bad--oh, +I know 'em--you can't fool Martha Munger! I've +been too long with 'em. And this poor child who-- +Oh! I tell you this is a bad business, and it's getting +worse--yes, it's getting worse. Rosenthal isn't going +to stand losing that piece of lace, without its costing +somebody some money. Stephen's got to come and +be around evenings while I'm out. And I'll go with +her to Rosenthal's and fetch her back home, so that +man Dalton can't frighten the life out of her." + +She put the coffee-pot where it would keep hot, +and laid the cups and saucers ready for her mistress. +This done, she shut the door, and made her way down-stairs. +"Tell Mrs. Stanton when she comes in," she +said to the old woman who acted as janitor, "that +I've gone to see my brother, and that I'll be back just +as soon as I can." + +All hopes which had cheered Lady Barbara on her +way to Rosenthal's, even when she climbed the long +stairs and was ushered into Mangan's small office, +died out of her heart when she saw the manager's face. +She had anticipated an outburst of anger, followed by +a brutal tirade over her carelessness in wrapping up +the mantilla with the other pieces and leaving it behind +her the night before. Instead, he came forward to +meet her--his lean, nervous body twitching with +expectation. + +"Well, this is something like! Didn't think you'd +turn up for an hour. Let's have it." This with a low +chuckle--the nearest he ever got to a laugh. + +"Something dreadful has happened, Mr. Mangan," +she began, stumbling over her words, her knees shaking +under her. "I thought I had wrapped the mantilla +up with the pieces I brought you last night, but I +see now that--" + +"You thought! Say, what are you giving me? +Ain't you got it?" + +"I have not, and I don't know what has become of +it. It was not in the box this morning, and--" + +"IT WASN'T IN THE BOX THIS MORNING!" he roared. "See +here, what kind of a damn fool do you take me for?" +He wheeled suddenly, caught her by the wrist, dragged +her clear of the door, and shut it behind her. + +"Now, Mrs. Stanton," he said, in cold, incisive +tones, "let's you and I have this out, and I want to +tell you right here that I believe you're lying, and I've +been suspecting it for some time. Now, make a clean +breast of it. You've pawned it, haven't you?" + +"I--pawn it? You think I-- I won't allow you to +speak to me in that way. I--" + +"Oh, cut that out, it won't wash here. Now, listen! +I've got to get that mantilla, see? And I'm going to +get it if I go through every pawn-shop in town with a +fine-tooth comb. I orter to have had better sense than +to let you take it out of the shop. Now open up, and +I'll help you straighten out things. Where is it? +Come, now--no side-tracking." + +She had sunk down on the chair, her fingers tightly +interlocked, his words stunning her like blows. Their +full meaning she missed in her dazed condition. All she +knew was that, in some way, she must defend herself. + +"Mr. Mangan, will you please listen to me? I have +not pawned it, and I would never dream of doing such +a thing. I can only think that some one has taken it +from the box--I don't know who. I came to you the +moment I discovered the loss. I thought perhaps I +had wrapped it up with the other pieces I brought you +last night, or that I had dropped it in the street on my +way here. And, yet, none of these things seemed possible +when I began to think about it. I will do all I can +to pay for it. You can take its value from my work +until it is all paid." + +Mangan, who had been pacing the floor, hearing +nothing of her explanation--his mind intent upon his +next move--dragged a chair next to hers. + +"Now, pull yourself together for a minute, Mrs. +Stanton. I'm not going to be ugly. I'm going to make +this just as easy as I can for you. You've got a lot +of common sense, and you're some different from the +women who handle our stuff. I've seen that, and that's +why I've trusted you. Now, think of me a little. +That mantilla don't belong to Rosenthal's. It belongs +to a big customer who lives up near the Park, and who +left it here on condition we had it mended on time. +It's worth $250 if it's worth a cent, and it's worth a +lot more to me, because I lose my job if I don't get +hold of it to-day. It's a New Year's present and has +got to be sent home to-night. Now, don't that make +things look a little different to you? And now, one +thing more, and I'm going to put it up to you, just +between ourselves, and nobody will get onto it-- +nobody around here. If it's a matter of ten or fifteen +dollars, I've got the money right here in my clothes. +And you can slip out and I'll keep close behind, and +you can go in and get it, and I'll bring it back here, +and that's all there will be to it. Now, be decent to me. +I've been decent to you ever since you come here. +Ain't that so?" + +Lady Barbara had now begun to understand. This +man was accusing her of lying, if not of theft, while +she sat powerless before him, incapable of speech. +Once, as the horror of his suspicion rose before her, +she felt a wild impulse to cry out, even to throw herself +on his mercy--telling him her story and Martha's +suspicions. Then the recollection of the cunning of +the man, his vulgarity, his insincerity, slowly steadied +her. Her secret must be kept, and she must not anger +him further. + +"Perhaps, Mr. Mangan, if you came with me to +my rooms, and saw my old--" she paused, then added +softly, "the old woman I live with, and I showed you +where the box is always kept and the way the door +opens, perhaps you could help us to find out how it +could have happened." + +Mangan rose and pushed back his chair. "Well, +you are the limit!" he gritted between his teeth. +"I guess I'm in for it. The old man will be howling +mad, and I don't blame him." + +He walked to his desk, picked up his telephone, and, +in a restrained voice, said: "Send Pickert up here. +I'm in my office. Tell him there's something doing." + +Lady Barbara rose from her chair and stood waiting. +She did not know who Pickert was nor whether her +pleading had moved Mangan, who had now resumed +his seat at the desk, piled high with papers, one of +which he was studying closely. + +"And you don't think it will do any good if you +come to my room?" + +Mangan shook his head. + +"And shall I wait any longer?" she continued. +The words were barely audible. She knew her dismissal +had come and that she must face another +dreary hunt for new work. + +Mangan did not raise his head. "Sit down. I'll +tell you when I'm through." + +The door opened and a thick-set man, in a brown +suit and derby hat, stepped in. + +Mangan wheeled his chair and fronted the two. +"This woman, Pickert, is carried on our pay-roll as +Mrs. Stanton. She's got a room off St. Mark's Place. +Here's the number. About a week ago I gave her a +lace mantilla to fix, something good--worth over $200 +--and every day she's been coming here with a new lie. +Now she says she's lost it. She's either got it down +where she lives or she's pawned it. I've done what I +could to save her, but she sticks to it. Better take +some one from the office, down-stairs, with you. Maybe +when she thinks it over she'll come to her senses. +Take her along with you. I'm through." + +As the man stepped forward, Lady Barbara sprang +away from his touch. "You do not mean you are +going to let this man take me--Mr. Mangan, you must +not, you shall not! You would not commit that outrage. +Do you mean--?" + +Pickert made a gesture of disgust, his fingers outspread. +"Keep all that for the captain. It won't cut +any ice here, and you'd better not talk. Now come +along, and don't make any fuss. If it's a mistake, +you can clear it up at the station-house. I ain't going +to touch you. You keep ahead until you get to the +street-door. I'll be right behind, and meet you on +the sidewalk." + +Lady Barbara drew herself up proudly. "I won't +allow it!" she cried; "what I told you--" + +Pickert swaggered closer. "Drop that, will you? +I got my orders. You heard 'em, didn't you? Will +you go easy, or shall I have to--" and he half dragged +a pair of handcuffs from his side pocket. "Now, you +do just as I tell you; it'll all come right, and there +won't nobody know what's goin' on. You get to +hollerin' and mussin' up things and there'll be trouble, +see? Open that door now, and walk out just as if +everything was reg'lar." + + + + +Chapter XX + + + +The routine of Felix's daily life had been broken +this morning by the receipt of a letter. The postman +had handed it to him as he crossed the street from +Kitty's to Kling's, the tramp who was sweeping the +sidewalk having pointed him out. + +"That's him," cried the tramp. "That's Mr. O'Day. +Catch him before he gets inside his place, or you'll +lose him. Here, I'll take it." + +"You'll take nothin'. Get out of my way." + +"For me?" asked Felix, coloring slightly as the +postman accosted him. + +"Yes, if you're Mr. O'Day." + +"I'm afraid I am. Thank you. If you have any +others, bring them here to Mr. Kling's, where I can +always be found during the day." + +He glanced at the seal and the address, but kept +it in his hands until he reached Kling's counter, where +he settled into a chair, and with the greatest care slit +the envelope with his knife. A year had passed since +he had received a letter, nor had he expected any. + +He read it through to the end, turning the pages +again, rereading certain passages, his face giving no +hint of the contents, folded the sheets, put them back +in the envelope, and slid the whole into his inside +pocket. After a little he rose, stood for a moment +watching Fudge, who, now that Masie had gone to +school, had taken up his customary place in the window, +his nose pressed against the pane. Then, as if some +sudden resolve had seized him, he walked quickly to +the rear of the store in search of his employer. + +Otto was poring over his books, his bald head +glistening under the rays of the gas-jet, which he had +lighted to assist him in his work, the morning being +dark. + +"I have been wanting to talk to you for some time, +Mr. Kling, about Masie," he began abruptly. "I may +be going home to England, perhaps for a few weeks, +perhaps longer, and I should like to take her with me. +I have a sister who would look after her, and the trip +would do her a world of good. I have been wanting +to do this for a long time, but I am a little freer now +to carry out the plan I had for her. And so I have +come to propose it to you." + +Otto listened gravely, his fat features frozen into +calm. This clerk of his had made him many startling +propositions, and every surrender had brought +him profit. But turning over Beesving to him meant +something so different that the father in him stood +aghast. Yet his old habit of deference did not desert +him when at last he spoke: + +"Vell, vat vill I do? You knew I don't got notin' +but Beesving. Don't she get everytin' vere she is? +I do all de schoolin' and de clothes and Aunty Gossburger +look after her. Vhen she gets older maybe +perhaps she vould like a trip. And den maybe ve +both go and leave you here to mind de shop in de +summer-time. But now she's notin' but jus' Beesving, +vid her head full of skippin' aroun'. No, I don't tink +I can do dat for you. I do most anytin' for you, but +my little girl, you see, dat come pretty close. Dat +make a awful hole in me if Beesving go avay. No, +you mustn't ask me dot." + +"Not if it were for her good?" + +"Yes, vell, of course, but how do I know dot? +And vot you vant to go avay for? Dot's more vorse +as Beesving. Ain't I pay you enough? Maybe you +vants a little interest in de business? I vas tinkin' +about dat only yesterday. Ve vill talk about dot +sometimes." + +Felix laughed gently. + +"No, I don't wish any interest in the business. +You pay me quite enough for the work I do, and I am +quite willing to continue to serve you as long as I can. +But Masie should not be brought up in these surroundings +much longer. Perhaps you would be willing to +send her to a good school away from here, if I could +arrange it. Either here or in England." + +Otto threw up his hands; he was becoming indignant, +his mind more and more set against Felix's proposition. + +"Vell, but vat's de matter vid de school she has +now? She is more dan on de top of all de classes. De +superintendent told me so ven he vas in here last veek +buying Christmas presents. I sold him dat old chair +you got Hans to put a new leg on. You remember dot +chair. Vell, dat vas better as a new von vhen Hans got +trough. Hadn't been for you, dot old chair vould be +kicking around now, and I vouldn't have de fifteen +dollars he paid me for it. I vish sometimes you look +around for more chairs like dot." + +Felix nodded in assent, reading the Dutchman's +obstinate mind in the shopkeeper's sudden return to +business questions. If Masie's future was to be +helped, another hand than his own must be stretched +out. He turned on his heel, and was about to regain +his chair, when Otto, craning his head, called out: + +"Dot's Father Cruse comin' in. You ask him now +vonce about dis goin' avay bizness. He tell you same +as me." + +The priest was now abreast of Felix, who had +stepped forward to greet him, Otto watching their +movements. The two stood talking in a low voice, +Felix's eyes downcast as if in deep thought, the priest +apparently urging some plan, which O'Day, by his +manner, seemed to favor. They were too far off, and +spoke too low, for Otto to catch the drift of the talk, +and it was only when Felix, who had followed the +priest outside the door, had returned that he called, +from his high seat under the gas-jet: "Vell, vat did +Father Cruse say?" + +Felix drew his brows together. "Say about what?" +he asked, as if the question had surprised him. + +"About Beesving. Didn't you ask him?" + +"No, we talked of other things," replied Felix and, +turning on his heel, occupied himself about the shop. + +Across the street meanwhile Kitty's own plans had +also gone astray this winter's morning--so many of +them, in fact, that she was at her wits' end which way +to turn. A trunk had been left at the wrong address, +and John had been two hours looking for it. Bobby +had come home from school with a lump on his head +as big as a hen's egg, where some "gas-house kid," +as Bobby expressed it, "had fetched him a crack." +Mike, on his way down from the Grand Central, +knowing that John was away with the other horse +and Kitty worrying, had urged big Jim to gallop, +and, in his haste, had bowled over a ten-year-old boy +astride of a bicycle, and, worse yet, the entire outfit +--big Jim, wagon, Mike, boy, bicycle, and the boy's +father--were at that precise moment lined up in front +of the captain's desk at the 35th Street police station. + +The arrest did not trouble Kitty. She knew the +captain and the captain knew her. If bail were needed, +there were half a dozen men within fifty yards of where +she stood who would gladly furnish it. Mike was careless, +anyhow, and a little overhauling would do him +good. + +What did trouble her was the tying up of big Jim +and her wagon at a time when she needed them most. +Nobody knew when John would be back, and there +was the stuff piling up, and not a soul to handle it. +She stood, leaning over her short counter, trying to +decide what to do first. She could not ask Felix to +help her. He was tired out with the holiday sales. +Nor was there anybody else on whom she could put +her hands. It was Porterfield's busy time, and Codman +had all he could jump to. No, she could not +ask them. Here she stepped out on the sidewalk to +get a broader view of the situation, her mind intent +on solving the problem. + +At that same instant she saw Kling's door swing +wide and Father Cruse step out, Felix beside him. +The two shook each other's hands in parting, Felix +going back into the shop, and Father Cruse taking the +short-cut across the street to where Kitty stood--an +invariable custom of his whenever he found himself +in her neighborhood. + +Instantly her anxiety vanished. "Look at it!" +she cried enthusiastically. "Can you beat it? There +he comes. God must 'a' sent him!" Then, as she ran +to meet him: "Oh, Father, but it's better than a pair +o' sore eyes to see ye! I'm all balled up wi' trouble. +John's huntin' a lost trunk. Bobby's up-stairs with +a slab o' raw beef on his head. Mike's locked up for +runnin' over a boy. And my big Jim and my wagon +is tied up outside the station, till it's all straightened +out. Will ye help me?" + +"I am on my way now to the police station," said +the priest in his kindest voice. + +"Oh, then, ye heard o' Mike?" + +"Not a word. But I often drop in there of a morning. +Many of the night arrests need counsel outside the +law, and sometimes I can be of service. Is the boy +badly hurt?" + +"No, he hollered too loud when the wheel struck +him, so they tell me. He's not half as bad as Bobby, +I warrant, who hasn't let a squeak out o' him. Will +ye please put in a word for me, Father? I can't leave +here or I'd go meself. I don't care if the captain holds +on to Mike for a while, so he lets me have big Jim and +the wagon. John will be up to go bail as soon as he +gets back, if the captain wants it, which he won't, when +he finds out who Mike is. Oh, that's a good soul! I +knew ye'd help me. An' how did ye find Mr. Felix?"-- +a new anxiety now filling her mind. + +The priest's face clouded. "Oh, very well; he +spent last evening with me." + +"Oh, that was it, was it? An' were ye trampin' +the streets with him, too? It was pretty nigh daylight +when he come in. I always know, for he wakes me +when he shuts his door." + +The priest, evidently absorbed in some strain of +thought, parried her question with another: "And +so the boy was not badly hurt? Well, that is something +to be thankful for. Perhaps I may know his +people. I will send Mike and the wagon back to you, +if I can. Good-by." And he touched his hat, passing +up the street with his long, even stride, the skirt of +his black cassock clinging to his knees. + + +The arrest, so far as could be seen from Mike's general +deportment, had not troubled that gentleman in +the least. He had nodded pleasantly to the captain, +who, in return, had frowned severely at him while the +father of the boy was making the complaint; had +winked good-naturedly at him the moment the accuser +had left the room; had asked after Kitty and John, +motioned to him to stay around until somebody put in +an appearance to go bail, and had then busied himself +with more important matters. A thick-set man, +in a brown suit and derby hat, accompanied by an +officer and another man, had brought in a frail woman, +looking as if life were slowly ebbing out of her; and +the four were in a row before his desk. The usual +questions were asked and answered by the detective +and the clerk--the nature of the charge, the name +and address of the party robbed, the name and address +of the accused--and the entries properly made. + +During the hearing, the frail woman had stood with +bent head, dazed and benumbed. When her name +was asked, she had made no answer nor did she give +her residence. "I am an Englishwoman," was all +she had said. + +Mike, now privileged to enjoy the freedom of the +room, had been watching the proceedings with increasing +interest, so much so that he had edged up +to the group, as close as he dared, where he could get +the light full on the woman. When the words, "I +am an Englishwoman," fell from her lips, he let out +an oath, and slapped his thigh with the fiat of his hand. +"Of course it is! I thought I know'd her when she +come in. English, is she? What a lot o' lies they do +be puttin' up. She never saw England. She's a dago +from 'cross town. Won't Mrs. Cleary's eyes pop +when I tell her!" + +The group in front of the captain's desk disintegrated. +The woman, still silent, was led away to the cell. +Rosenthal's clerk, who had made the charge for the +firm, had come round to the captain's side of the desk +to sign some papers. Pickert and the officer had +already disappeared through the street-door. At this +juncture the priest entered. His presence was noted +by every man in the room, most of whom rose to their +feet, some removing their hats. + +"Good-morning, captain," he said, including with +his bow the other people present. "I have just left +Mrs. Cleary, who tells me that one of her men is in +trouble. Ah! I see him now. Is there anything that +I can do for him?" + +"Nothing, your reverence; the boy's not much hurt. +I don't think it was Mike's fault, from the testimony, +but it's a case of bail, all right." + +"I am afraid, captain, she is not worrying so much +about our poor Mike here as she is about the horse +and wagon. These she needs, for Mr. Cleary is away, +and there is no one to help her. Perhaps you would be +good enough to send an officer with Mike, and let them +drive back to her?" + +"I guess that won't be necessary, your reverence. +See here, Mike, get into your wagon and take it back +to the stable, and bring somebody with you to go bail. +We didn't want the wagon, only there was no place +to leave it, and we knew they would send up for it +sooner or later. It's outside now." + +"Thank you, captain. And now, Mike, be very +sure you come back," exclaimed the priest, with an +admonishing finger; "do you hear?" He always liked +the Irishman. + +Mike grinned the width of his face, caught up his +cap, and made for the door. The priest watched him +until he had cleared the room, then, leaning over the +desk, asked: "Anything for me this morning, captain?" + +"No, your reverence, not that I can see. Two +drunks come in with the first batch, and a couple of +crooks who had been working the 'elevated'; and a +woman, a shoplifter. Got away with a piece of lace-- +a mantilla, they called it, whatever that is. She's +just gone down to wait for the four o'clock delivery. +It's a case of grand larceny. They say the lace is +worth $250. Wasn't that about it?" + +Rosenthal's man bobbed his head. He had not +lifted his hat to the priest, and seemed to regard him +with suspicion. + +"What sort of a looking woman is she?" continued +the priest. + +"Oh, the same old kind; they're all alike. Nothing +to say--too smart for that. I guess she stole it, all +right. All I could get out of her was that she was an +Englishwoman, but she didn't look it." + +The priest lowered his head, an expression of suddenly +awakened interest on his face. "May I see her?" +he asked, in an eager tone. + +"Why, sure! Bunky, take Father Cruse down. +He wants to talk to that Englishwoman." + +To most unfortunates, whether innocent or guilty, +the row of polished steel bars which open and close +upon those in the grip of the law, are poised rifles +awaiting the order to fire. To a woman like Lady +Barbara, these guarded a dark and loathsome tomb, +in which her last hope lay buried. That she had not +deserved the punishment meted out to her did not +soothe her agony. She had deserved none of Dalton's +cruelty, and yet she had withered under its lash. This +was the end; beyond, lay only a slow, lingering death, +with her torture increasing as the hours crept on. + +The sound of the turnkey's hand on the lock roused +her to consciousness. + +"Bring her outside where I can talk to her," said +Father Cruse, pointing to a bench in the corridor. + +She followed the guard mechanically, as a whipped +spaniel follows its master, her steps dragging, her body +trembling, her head bowed as if awaiting some new +humiliation. She had no strength to resist. Something +in the priest's quiet, in the way he trod beside +her, seemed to have reassured her, for as she sank on +the bench beside him, she leaned over, laid one hand +on his sleeve, and asked feebly: "Are they going to +let me go?" + +"That I cannot say, my good woman; I can only +hope so." He looked toward the guard. "Better +leave us for a while, Bunky." The turnkey touched +his cap and mounted the narrow iron steps to the +room above. + +Father Cruse waited until the footsteps had ceased +to echo in the corridor, and then turned to Lady +Barbara. "And now tell me something about yourself; +have you no friends you can send for? I will see they +get your message. The captain told me you were +English. Is this true?" + +She had withdrawn her hand and now sat with +averted face, the faint flicker of hope his presence +had enkindled extinguished by his evasive answer. +Only when he repeated the question did she reply, +and then in a mere whisper, without lifting her head: +"Yes, I am English." + +"And your people, are they where you can reach +them?" + +She did not answer; there was nothing to be gained +by yielding to his curiosity. Nor did she intend to +reply to any more of his questions. He was only one +of those kind priests who looked after the poor and +whose sympathy, however well meant, would be of +little value. If she told him how cruel had been the +wrong done her, and how unjust had been her arrest, +it would make no difference; he could not help her. + +"There must be somebody," he urged. He had +read her indecision in the nervous play of her fingers, +as he had read many another human emotion in his +time. "There must be somebody," he repeated. + +"There is only Martha," she answered at last, +yielding to his influence. "She was my nurse when I +was a child. She is as poor as I am. She will come to +me if you will send word to her. They would not +listen to me at Rosenthal's when I begged them to +bring her to the store." She lifted her head and stared +wildly about her. "Oh, the injustice of it all--and +the awful horror of this place! How can men do such +things? I told them the truth, Father, I told them +the truth. I never stole it. How could I ever steal +anything? How dared he speak to me as he did?" + +She turned, straining her whole body as if in mortal +anguish; then, with her shoulder against the hard, +whitewashed wall, she broke at last into sobs. + +The priest sat still, waiting and watching, as a +surgeon does a patient slowly emerging from delirium. + +"Men are seldom reasonable, my good woman, +when they lose their property, and they often do +things which they regret afterward. Of what were +you accused?" + +His tone reassured her, and, for the first time, she +looked directly at him. "Of stealing a mantilla which +I had taken to my rooms to repair." + +"Whose was it?" + +"Rosenthal's, for whom I worked." + +"The large store near by here, on Third Avenue?" + +"Yes." + +Father Cruse lapsed once more into silence, absorbed +in a study of certain salient points of her person-- +her way of sitting and of folding her hands, her thin, +delicately modelled frame, the pallor of her oval face, +with its mobile mouth, the singular whiteness of her +teeth, and the blue of her eyes, shaded by the cheap, +black-straw hat which hid her forehead. Then he +glanced at her feet, one of which protruded from her +coarse skirt--no larger than a child's. + +When he spoke again, it was in a positive way, +as if his inspection had caused him to adopt a definite +course which he would now follow. "This old nurse +of yours, this woman you called Martha, does she +know of any one who could get bail for you? You +can only stay here for a few hours, and then they will +take you to the Tombs, unless some one can go bail. +I know the Rosenthals, and they would, I think, +listen to any reasonable proposition." + +"Would they let me go home, then?" + +"Yes, until your trial came off." + +She shuddered, hugging herself the closer. Her +mind had not gone that far. It was the present horror +that had confronted her, not a trial in court. + +"Martha has a brother," she said at last, "who +has a business of some kind, and who might help. If +you will bring her to me, she can find him." + +"You don't remember what his business is?" he +continued. + +"I think it is something to do with fitting out ships. +He was once a mate on one of my father's vessels +and--" + +She stopped abruptly, frightened now at her own +indiscretion. She had been wrong in wanting to send +for Stephen, even in referring to him. Whatever befell +her, she was determined that her people at home should +not suffer further on her account. + +Father Cruse had caught the look, and his heart +gave a bound, though no gesture betrayed him. "You +have not told me your name," he said simply--as if +it were a matter of routine in cases like hers. + +She glanced at him quickly. "Does it make any +difference?" + +"It might. I do not believe you are a criminal, +but if I am to help you as I want to do, I must know +the truth." + +She thought for a moment. Here was something +she could not escape. The assumed name had so far +shielded her. She would brave it out as she had done +before. + +"They call me Mrs. Stanton." + +"Is that your true name?" + +The Carnavons were imperious, unforgiving, and +sometimes brutal. Many of them had been roues, +gamblers, and spendthrifts, but none of them had ever +been a liar. + +"No!" she answered firmly. + +Father Cruse settled back in his seat. The ring of +sincerity in the woman's "No" had removed his last +doubt. "You do very wrong, my good woman, not +to tell me the whole truth," he remarked, with some +emphasis. "I am a priest, as you see, and attached to +the Church of St. Barnabas--not far from here. I visit +this station-house almost every morning, seeing what +I can do to help people just like yourself. I will go +to Rosenthal, and then I will find your old nurse, and +I will try to have your case delayed until your nurse +can get hold of her brother. But that is really all I +can do until I have your entire confidence. I am +convinced that you are a woman who has been well +brought up, and that this is your first experience in a +place of this kind. I hope it will be the last; I hope, +too, that the charge made against you will be proved +false. But does not all this make you realize that you +should be frank with me?" + +She drew herself up with a certain dignity infinitely +pathetic, yet in which, like the flavor of some old wine +left in a drained glass, there lingered the aroma of her +family traditions. "I am very grateful, sir, to you. +I know you only want to be kind, but please do not +ask me to tell you anything more. It would only +make other people unhappy. There is no one but +myself to blame for my poverty, and for all I have gone +through. What is to become of me I do not know, but +I cannot make my people suffer any more. Do not +ask me." + +"It might end their suffering," he replied quickly. +"I have a case in point now where a man has been +searching New York for months, hoping to get news +of his wife, who left him nearly a year ago. He comes +in to see me every few nights and we often tramp the +streets together. My work takes me into places she +would be apt to frequent, so he comes with me. He +and I were up last night until quite late. He has nothing +in his heart but pity for that poor woman, who he +fears has been left stranded by the man she trusted. +So far he has heard nothing of her. I left him hardly +an hour ago. Now, there, you see, is a case where +just a word of frankness and truth might have ended +all their sufferings. I told Mr. O'Day this morning, +when I left him, that--" + +She had grown paler and paler during the long +recital, her wide-open eyes staring into his, her bosom +heaving with suppressed excitement, until at the mention +of Felix's name, she staggered to her feet, and +cried: "You know Felix O'Day?" + +"Yes, thank God, I do, and you are his wife, Lady +Barbara O'Day, Lord Carnavon's daughter." + +She cowered like a trapped animal, uncertain which +way to spring. In her agony she shrank against the +wall, her arms outstretched. How did this man know +all the secrets of her life? Then there arose a calming +thought. He was a priest--a man who listened and +did not betray. Perhaps, after all, he could help her. +He wanted the truth. He should have it. + +"Yes," she answered, her voice sinking. "I am +Lord Carnavon's daughter." + +"And Felix O'Day's wife?" + +"And Felix O'Day's wife," came the echo, and, +with the last word, her last vestige of strength seemed +to leave her. + +The priest rose to his full height. "I was sure of +it when I first saw you," he said, a note of triumph +in his voice. "And now, one last question. Are you +guilty of this theft?" + +"GUILTY! I guilty! How could I be?" The denial +came with a lift of the head, her eyes kindling, her +bosom heaving. + +"I believe you. There is not a moment to be lost." +The priest and father confessor were gone now; it was +the man of affairs who was speaking. "I will see +Rosenthal at once, and then send for your nurse. Give +me her address." + +When he had written it, he stepped to the foot of +the stairs, and called to one of the guards. Then he +slipped his hand under his cassock, drew out his watch, +noted the hour, and in a firm voice--one intended to +be obeyed--said: + +"Go back into your cell and sit there until I come. +Do not worry if I am away longer than I expect, and +do not be frightened when the key is turned on you. +It is best that you be locked up for a while. You +should give thanks to God, my dear woman, that I +have found you." + + + + +Chapter XXI + + + +The news of Mike's arrest had been received by +kitty's neighbors with varying degrees of indifference. +Everybody realized that, as the run-over boy had lost +nothing but his breath--and but little of that, judging +from his vigorous howl when Mike picked him up-- +nothing would come of the affair so long as the present +captain ruled the precinct. Kitty and John and all +who belonged to them were too popular around the +station; too many of the boys had slipped in and +slipped out of a cold night, warmed up by the contents +of her coffee-pot. + +Indeed, between the captain and the denizens of +"The Avenue," only the most friendly, amicable, and +delightful personal relations prevailed. To the habitual +criminal, the sneak-thief, and the hold-up, he might +be a mailed despot swinging a mailed fist, but to the +occasional "Monday drunk," or the man who had +had the best or the worst of it in a fight, or to one like +Mike who was the victim of an unavoidable accident, +he was only a heathen idol of justice behind which +sat a big-waisted, tightly belted man whose wife and +daughters everybody knew as he himself knew everybody +in return; who belonged to the same lodge, played +poker in the same up-stairs room when off duty, and +was as tender-hearted in time of trouble as any one +of their other acquaintances. Not to have allowed +Mike, a man he knew, a man who had been Kitty and +John's driver for years, to hunt up his own bond, would +have been as unwise and impossible as his releasing a +burglar on straw bail, or a murderer because the dead +man could not make a complaint. + +When, therefore, Mike burst into the kitchen with +the additional information that "the cap" had let +him go to bring back the wagon and somebody with +"cash" enough to go bail, a general movement, +headed by Tim Kelsey, who happened to be passing +at the time, was immediately organized--Tim to proceed +at once to the station-house, take the captain +on one side, and so end the matter. Locking up Mike, +even threatening him, was, as the captain knew, an +invasion of the rights of "The Avenue." Nobody +within its confines had ever been entangled in the +meshes of the law--simply because nobody had wanted +to break it. It was the howling boy who should have +been locked up for getting under Mike's wheels, or his +father who ought to have kept his son off the street. + +Mike listened impatiently to the discussion and, +watching his chance, beckoned to Kitty, shut the door +upon the two, and poured into her ear a full account +of what he had seen and heard at the station-house. + +"Well, what's that got to do with it?" Kitty demanded. +"What did she have to do with the boy?" + +"Nothing, don't I tell ye--she's been swipin' a department +store, and they got her dead to rights." + +"Who's been swipin'? What are ye talkin' about, +Mike? Stop it now--I've got a lot to do, and--" + +"The woman ye put to bed that night. The one +ye picked up near St. Barnabas, and brought in here +and dried her off. She skipped in the mornin' without +sayin' 'thank ye'--why, ye must remember her! +She was--" + +Kitty clapped her two palms to her face, framing +her bulging eyes--a favorite gesture when she was +taken completely by surprise. + +"That woman!" she cried, staring at Mike. "Where +is she now? Tell me--" + +"I don't know--but she--" + +"Ye don't know, and ye come down here with this +yarn? Don't ye try and fool me, Mike, or I'll break +every bone in yer skin. Go on, now! How do ye +know it's the same woman?" + +"I'm tellin' ye no lies. Come back with me and see +for yerself. The cap will let ye go down and talk to +her. I heard Father Cruse tell ye to keep an eye out +for her if she ever came around here agin. Ye got to +hurry or they'll have her in the Black Maria on the +way to the Tombs. Bunky told me so." + +Kitty stood in deep meditation. She remembered +that Mike had been in the kitchen when the woman +sat by the stove. She remembered, too, that Father +Cruse had cautioned her to send word to the rectory +if the poor creature came again and, if there were +not time to reach him, then to tell Mr. O'Day. That +the priest had not run across the woman at the station-house +was evident, or he would have sent word by +Mike. She would herself find out and then act. + +"But ye must have seen Father Cruse. Did he +send any word?" + +"Yes, he come in just as I was leavin'. It was him +who told me to be sure to hurry back. See the horse +gits some water, will ye? I got to go back." + +"Hold on--what did the Father say about the +woman?" + +"Nothin', don't I tell ye?--he didn't see her. They'd +locked her up before he came." + +"Why didn't ye tell him who it was?" + +"How was I a-goin' to tell him when the cap told +me to git?" + +"Go on, then, wid ye! If the Father's still there, +tell him I'm a-comin' up, and will bring Mr. O'Day +wid me, and to hold on till I get there." + +She took her wraps from a peg behind the door, +threw it wide, and joined her neighbors in the office, +composing her face as best she could. + +"I've got to go over to Otto Kling's," she announced +bluntly, without any attempt at apologies. "Some one +of ye must go up and bail Mike out--any one of ye +will do. Mr. Kelsey spoke first, so maybe he'd better +go. I'd go myself and sign the bond only I'm no good, +for I don't own a blessed thing in the world, except +the shoes I stand in--and they're half-soled and not +paid for; John's got the rest. I'll be there later on, ye +can tell the captain. Mr. Codman, please send over +one of your boys to mind my place. John ain't turned +up and won't for an hour. That trunk went to Astoria +instead of the Astor House, bad 'cess to it, and +that's about as far apart as it could git. And, Mike, +don't stand there with yer tongue out! And don't let +Toodles go with ye. Get back as quick as ye can-- +and tell the captain to make it easy for me, that if +the boy's badly hurt I'll go and nurse him if he ain't +got anybody to take care of him. Git out, ye varmint +--thank ye, Tim Kelsey, I'll do as much for you next +time ye have to go to jail. Good-by"--and she kept +on to Kling's. + +Otto's store was full of customers when Kitty strode +in. Even little Masie had been pressed into service to +help on with the sales, as well as one of the "Dutchies" +whom Kling had brought up from the cellar. The +few remaining hours of the old year were fast disappearing +and the crowd of buyers, intent on securing +some small remembrance for those they loved, or +more important gifts with which to welcome the New +Year, thronged the store and upper floor. + +Kitty made straight for Felix, who was leaning over +the low counter, absorbed in the sale of some old +silver. His disappointment over Kling's rebuff regarding +Masie's future had been greatly lightened, +relieved by his talk with Father Cruse an hour before, +and he had again thrown himself into his work with +a determination to make the last days of the year a +success for his employer,--all the more necessary +when he remembered his plans for the child. The customer, +an important one, was trying to make up her +mind as to the choice between two pieces, and Felix +was evidently intent on not hurrying her. + +He had seen Kitty when she opened the door and +approached the counter, had noticed her excitement +when she stopped in front of him, and knew that something +out of the ordinary had sent her to him at this, +the busiest part of his own and her day. But his +only sign of recognition was the lift of an eyelid and +a slight movement of his hand, the palm turned toward +her, a gesture which told as plainly as could be that, +while he was glad to see her--something she was never +in doubt of--the present moment was ill adapted to +protracted conversation. + +Kitty, however, was not built on diplomatic lines. +What she wanted she wanted at once. When she had +something vital to accomplish she went straight at +it, and certainly nothing more vital than her present +mission had come her way for weeks. + +That the news she carried had something to do with +O'Day's happiness, she was convinced, or Father Cruse +would not have been so insistent. That the woman +herself was, in some way, connected with his misfortunes, +she also suspected--and had done so, in +reality, ever since the night on which she gave him +the sleeve-links. She had not said so to John; she +had not hinted as much to Father Cruse; but she +had never dismissed the possibility from her mind. + +"I'm sorry, ma'am," she said, ignoring Felix and +going straight to the cause of the embargo, "but +couldn't ye let me have Mr. O'Day for a few minutes? +I've somethin' very partic'lar to say to him." + +"Why, Mistress Kitty--" began Felix, smiling at +her audacity, the customer also regarding her with +amused curiosity. + +"Yes, Mr. O'Day, I wouldn't butt in if I could help +it. Excuse me, ma'am, but there's Otto just got loose, +and--Otto, come over here and take care of this lady +who is goin' to let me have Mr. O'Day for half an hour. +Thank ye, ma'am, you don't know me, but I'm Kitty +Cleary, the expressman's wife, from across the street, +and I'm always mixin' in where I don't belong and I +know ye'll forgive me. Otto'll charge ye twice the +price Mr. O'Day would, but he can't help it because +he's Dutch. Oh, Otto, I know ye!" + +Felix laughed outright. "Thank you, Mr. Kling," +he said, yielding his place to his employer, "and if you +will excuse me, madam," and he bowed to his customer, +"I will see what it is all about--and now, Mistress +Kitty, what can I do for you?" + +Kitty backed away toward the door, so that a huge +wardrobe shielded her from Otto and his customer. + +"Come near, Mr. O'Day," she whispered, all her +forced humor gone. "I've got the woman who dropped +the sleeve-buttons." + +Felix swayed unsteadily, and gripped a chair-back +for support. + +"You've got--the woman-- What do you mean?" +he said at last. + +"Mike saw her at the police-station. They've put +her in a cell." + +"Arrested?" + +"Yes, for stealin'." + +Involuntarily his fingers brushed his throat as if +he were choking, but no words came. He had been +all his life accustomed to surprises, some of them +appalling, but against this, for the instant, he had no +power to stand. + +Kitty stood watching the quivering of his lips +and the drawn, strained muscles about his jaw and +neck as his will power whipped them back to their +normal shape. She was convinced now of the truth +of her suspicions--the woman was not only interwoven +with his past, but was closely identified with his present +anguish. + +She drew closer, her voice rising. "Ye'll go with me, +won't ye, Mr. Felix?" she went on, hiding under an +assumed indifference all recognition of his struggle. +"Father Cruse told me if I ever come across her again, +and there wasn't time to get hold of him, to let ye +know." + +"I will go anywhere, where Father Cruse thinks +I should, Mrs. Cleary--especially in cases of this kind, +where I may be of use." The words had come from +between partly closed lips; his hands were still tightly +clinched. "And you say she was arrested--for +stealing?" + +"Yes, shopliftin', they call it. Poor creatures, they +get that miserable and trodden on they don't know +right from wrong!" + +Then, as if to give him time in which to recover +himself fully, she went on, speaking rapidly: "And, +after all, it may only be a put-up job or a mistake. +Half the women they pinch in them big stores ain't +reg'lar thieves. They get tempted, or they can't find +anybody to tell 'em the price o' things, especially +these holiday times, and they carry 'em round from +counter to counter, and along comes a store detective +and nabs 'em with the goods on 'em. They did that +to me once, over at Cryder's, and I told him I'd +knock him down if he put his hand on me, and somebody +come along who knew me, and they was that +scared when they found out who I was that they bowed +and scraped like dancin' masters and wanted me to +take the skirt along if I'd say nothin' about it. That +might have happened to this poor child--" + +"Has Father Cruse seen her?" asked Felix. No +word of the recital had reached his ears. + +"No--that's why I come to ye." + +"And where did you say she was?" He had himself +under perfect control again, and might have been a man +bent only on aiding Father Cruse in some charitable +work. + +"Locked up in the station-house not far from here. +It won't take ye ten minutes to get there." + +Felix glanced at the big-faced clock, facing the side +window of the store. + +"Yes, of course I will go, since Father Cruse wishes +it. Thank you for bringing his message. You need +not wait." + +"Needn't wait! Ye're not goin' one step without +me. They'd chuck ye out if ye did, and that's what +they won't do to me if the captain's in his office. Besides, +Mike run over a boy, and Tim Kelsey is up there +now standin' bail for him. There's no use goin' unless +ye see her. That's what the Father wanted ye to do, +and that ain't easy unless ye've got the run of the +station. So, ye see, I got to go with ye whether ye want +me or not, or ye won't get nowheres. I'll wait till ye +get yer hat and coat." + +All the way to the station-house, Kitty beside him, +Felix was putting into silent words the thoughts that +raced through his mind. + +"Barbara arrested as a vulgar thief!" he kept saying +over and over. "A woman brought up a lady--with +the best blood of England in her veins--her father +a man of distinction! The woman I married!" + +Then, as a jagged thread of light breaks away from +a centre bolt, illuminating a distant cloud, a faint ray +cheered him. Perhaps the woman was not Barbara. +No one had any proof. Father Cruse had never believed +it, and he had only argued himself into thinking +that the woman who had dropped the sleeve-link must +be his wife. Until he knew definitely, saw her with +his own eyes, neither would HE believe it, and a certain +shame of his own suspicion swept through him like a +flame. + +The captain was out when the two reached the +station. Nor was there any one who knew Kitty +except a departing patrolman, who nodded to her +pleasantly as she passed in, adding in a whisper the +information that Mike and Kelsey had gone up to +Magistrate Cassidy, who held court in the next block, +and that she was "not to worry," as it was "all +right." + +A new appointee--a lieutenant she had never seen +before--was temporarily in charge of the station. + +"I'm Mrs. Cleary," she began, in her free, outspoken +way, "and this is Mr. Felix O'Day." + +The new appointee stared and said nothing. + +"Ye never saw me before, but that wouldn't make +any difference if the captain was around. But ye can +find out about me from any one of yer men who knows +me. I'm here with Mr. O'Day lookin' up a woman +who was brought here this morning for stealin' some +finery or whatever it was from one of these big stores-- +and we want to see her, if ye plaze." + +The lieutenant shook his head. "Can't see no +prisoner without the captain's orders." + +Kitty bridled, but she kept her temper. "When +will he be back?" + +"Six o'clock. He's gone to headquarters." + +"He'd let me see her if he was here," she retorted, +with some asperity. + +"No doubt--but I can't." All this time he had not +changed his position--his arms on the desk, his fingers +drumming idly. + +Felix rested his hands on the rail fronting the desk. +"May I ask if you saw the woman?" + +"No. I only came on half an hour ago." + +"Is there any one here who did see her?" + +Something in O'Day's manner and in the incisive +tones of his voice, those of command not supplication, +made the lieutenant change his position. The speaker +might have a "pull" somewhere. He turned to the +sergeant. "You were on duty. What did she look +like?" + +The sergeant yawned from behind his hand. He +had been up most of the previous night and was some +hours behind his sleep schedule. Kitty's presence had +not roused him but the self-possessed man could not +be ignored. + +"You mean the girl who got Rosenthal's lace?" +he answered. + +"You're dead right," returned the lieutenant obligingly. +He had, of course, always been ready to do what +he could for people in trouble, and was so now. + +"Oh, about as they all look." This time the sergeant +directed his remarks to Felix. "We get two or three +of 'em every day, specially about Christmas and New +Year's. Rather run down at the heel, this one, and +--no, come to think of it, I'm wrong--she looked different. +Been a corker in her time--not bad now-- +about thirty, I guess--maybe younger--you can't +always tell. Rather slim--had on a black-straw hat +and some kind of a cloak." + +Kitty was about to freshen his memory with some +remembrance of her own, and had got as far as, "Well, +my man Mike was here and he told me that--" when +Felix lifted a restraining hand, supplementing her +outburst by the direct question: "Did she say nothing +about herself?" + +"She did not. All we could get out of her was that +she was English." + +Felix bent nearer. "Will you please describe her a +little closer? I have a reason for knowing." + +The sergeant caught the look of determination, +dallied with a tin paper-cutter, bent his head on one +side, and pursed a pair of thick lips. It was a strain +on his memory, this recalling the features of one of a +dozen prisoners, but somehow he dared not refuse. + +"Well, she was one of the pocket kind of women, +small and well put up but light built, you know. She +had blue eyes--big ones--I noticed 'em partic'lar-- +and about the smallest pair of feet I ever seen on a girl. +She stumbled down-stairs and caught her dress, and +I remember they was about as big as a kid's. That +was another thing set me to wondering how she got +into a scrape like this. She could have done a lot +better if she had a-wanted to," this last came with +a leer. + +Felix clenched his teeth, and drove his nails into +the palms of his hands. He would have throttled the +man had he dared. + +"Did she make any defense?" he asked, when he +had himself under control again. + +"No--there warn't no use--she owned up to having +pinched it. Not here at the desk, but to Rosenthal's +man who made the charge--that is, she didn't deny +it. The stuff was worth $250. That's a felony, you +know." + +Kitty saw Felix sway for an instant, and was about +to put out a protecting hand when he turned again +to the lieutenant. + +"Officer, I do not ask you to break your rules, but +I would consider it an especial favor if you would let +me see this woman for a moment--even if you do not +permit me to speak to her." + +"Well, you can't see her." The reply came with +some positiveness and a slight touch of irony. He had +made up his mind now that if the speaker had a pull, +he would meet it by keeping strictly to the regulations. + +"Why not?" + +"Because she ain't here. She's in the Tombs by +this time, unless somebody went her bail up at court. +They had her in the patrol-wagon as I come on duty." + +"The Tombs? That is the city prison, is it not?" +Felix asked, hardly conscious of his own question, +absorbed only in one thought--Lady Barbara's +degradation. + +"That's what it is," answered the lieutenant with +a contemptuous glance at Felix, followed by a curl of +the lip. No man had a pull who asked a question like +that. + +"If I went there, could I see her?" + +"When?" + +"This afternoon." + +"Nothin' doin'--too late. You might work it to-morrow. +Step down to headquarters, they'll tell you. +If she's up for felony it means five years and them kind +ain't easy to see. Can I do anything more for you?" + +"No," said Felix firmly. + +"Well, then, move on, both of you--you can't block +up the desk." + +Felix turned and left the station-house, Kitty following +in silence, her heart torn for the man beside her. +Never had he seemed finer to her than at this moment; +never had her own heart stirred with greater loyalty. +But never since she had known him had she seen him +so shaken. + +"There is nothing more we can do to-day," he said, +speaking evenly, almost coldly, when they reached +the corner of the street. "I will see Father Cruse +to-night and tell him of your kindness, and he can +decide as to what is to be done. And if you do not +mind, I will leave you." + +She stood and watched him as he disappeared in +the throng. She understood her dismissal and was not +offended. It was not her secret and she had no right +to interfere or even to advise. When he was ready he +would tell her. Until that time she would wait with +her hands held out. + +Felix crossed the street, halted for an instant as +if uncertain as to his course, and turned toward the +river. He wanted to be alone, and the crowd gave +him a greater sense of isolation. It was the first time +in months that he had tramped the thoroughfares +without some definite object in view. All that was +now a thing of the past, never to be revived. His +quest was finished. The interview with the sergeant +had ended it all. Every item in his detailed account +of the woman now in the Tombs tallied with Kitty's +description of the woman with the sleeve-buttons and +so on, in turn, with the woman who was once his wife. + +With this knowledge there flamed up in his heart +an uncontrollable anger, fanned to white heat by +hatred of the man who had caused it all. His fingers +tightened and his teeth ground together. That reckoning, +he said to himself, would come later, once he got +his hands on him. If she were a thief, Dalton had +made her so. If she were an outcast and a menace to +society, Dalton had done it. By what hellish process, +he could not divine, knowing Lady Barbara as he did, +but the fact was undeniable. + +What then was he to do? Go back to London and +leave her, or stay here and fight on in the effort to save +her? SAVE HER! Who could save her? She had stolen +the goods; been arrested with them in her possession; +was in the Tombs; and, in a few weeks, would be lost +to the world for a term of years. + +He could even now see the vulgar, leering crowd; +watch the jury, picked from the streets, file in and +take their seats; hear the few, curt, routine words, +cold as bullets, drop from the lips of the callous judge, +the frail, desolate woman deserted by every soul, paying +the price without murmur or protest--glad that +the end had come. + +And then, with one of those tricks that memory +sometimes plays, he saw the altar-rail, where he had +stood beside her--she in her bridal robes, her soft blue +eyes turned toward his; he heard again the responses, +"for better or for worse"--"until death do us part," +caught the scent of flowers and the peal of the organ +as they turned and walked down the aisle, past the +throng of richly dressed guests. + +"Great God!" he choked, worming his way through +the crowd, unconscious of his course, unmindful of +his steps, oblivious to passers-by--alone with an agony +that scorched his very soul. + + + + +Chapter XXII + + + +When Martha, on her return from Stephen's, had +climbed the dimly lighted stairs leading to her apartment, +she ran against a thick-set man, in brown clothes +and derby. hat, seated on the top step. He had interviewed +the faded old wreck who served as janitress +and, learning that Mrs. Munger would be back any +minute, had taken this method of being within touching +distance when the good woman unlocked her +door. She might decide to leave him outside its panels +while she got in her fine work of hiding the thing he +had climbed up three flights of stairs to find. In +that case, a twist of his foot between the door and the +jamb would block the game. + +"Are you the man who has been waiting for me?" +she exclaimed, as the detective's big frame became +discernible under the faint rays from the "Paul Pry" +skylight. + +"Yes, if you are the woman who is living with Mrs. +Stanton." He had risen to his feet and had moved +toward the door. + +"I'm Mrs. Munger, if that's who you are looking +for, and we live together. She's not back yet, so the +woman down-stairs has just told me. Are you from +Rosenthal's?" + +"I am." He had edged nearer, his fingers within +reach of the knob, his lids narrowing as he studied +her face and movements. + +"Did they find the lace--the mantilla?" + +"Not as I heard," he answered, noting her anxiety. +"That's what brought me down. I thought maybe +you might know something about it." + +"Didn't find it?" she sighed. "No, I knew they +wouldn't. She was sure she had taken it up night before +last, but I knew she hadn't. Where's my key?-- +Oh, yes--stand back and get out of my light so I can +find the keyhole. It's dark enough as it is. That's +right. Now come inside. You can wait for her better +in here than out on these steps. Look, will you! +There's her coffee just as she left it. She hasn't had a +crumb to eat to-day. What do you want to see her +about? The rest of the work? It's in the box there." + +Pickert, with a swift, comprehensive glance, summed +up the apartment and its contents: the little table +by the window with Lady Barbara's work-basket; +the small stove, and pine table set out with the breakfast +things; the cheap chairs; the dresser with its array +of china, and the two bedrooms opening out of the +modest interior. Its cleanliness and order impressed +him; so did Martha's unexpected frankness. If she +knew anything of the theft, she was an adept at putting +up a bluff. + +"When do you expect Mrs. Stanton back?" he +began, in an offhand way, stretching his shoulders as +if the long wait on the stairs had stiffened his joints. +"That's her name, ain't it?" + +"I expected to find her here," she answered, ignoring +his inquiry as to Lady Barbara's identity. "They +are keeping her, no doubt, on some new work. She +hasn't had any breakfast, and now it's long past lunch-time. +And they didn't find the piece of lace? That's +bad! Poor dear, she was near crazy when she found +it was gone!" + +Pickert had missed no one of the different expressions +of anxiety and tenderness that had crossed her +placid face. "No--it hadn't turned up when I left," +he replied; adding, with another stretch, quite as a +matter of course, "she had it all right, didn't she?" + +"Had it! Why, she's been nearly a week on it. +I helped her all I could, but her eyes gave out." + +"Then you would know it again if you saw it?" +The stretch was cut short this time. + +"Of course I'd know it--don't I tell you I helped +her fix it?" + +The detective turned suddenly and, with a thrust +of his chin, rasped out: "And if one, or both of you, +pawned it somewhere round here, you could remember +that, too, couldn't you?" + +Martha drew back, her gentle eyes flashing: "Pawned +it! What do you mean?" + +The detective lunged toward her. "Just what I say. +Now don't get on your ear, Mrs. Munger." He was +the thorough bully now. "It won't cut any ice with +me or with Mr. Mangan. It didn't this morning or he +wouldn't have sent me down here. We want that +mantilla and we got to have it. If we don't there'll +be trouble. If you know anything about it, now's +the time to say so. The woman you call Mrs. Stanton +got all balled up this morning, and couldn't say what +she did with it. They all do that--we get half a dozen +of 'em every week. She's pawned it all right--what +I want to know is WHERE. Rosenthal's in a hole if we +don't get it. If you've spent the money, I've got a +roll right here." And he tapped his pocket. "No +questions asked, remember! All I want is the mantilla, +and if it don't come she'll be in the Tombs and +you'll go with her. We mean business, and don't you +forget it!" + +Martha turned squarely upon him--was about to +speak--changed her mind--and drawing up a chair, +settled down upon it. + +"You're a nice young man, you are!" she exclaimed, +scornfully. "A very nice young man! And you think +that poor child is a thief, do you? Do you know who +she is and what she's suffered? If I could tell you, +you'd never get over it, you'd be that ashamed!" + +She was not afraid of him; her army hospital experience +had thrown her with too many kinds of men. +What filled her with alarm was his reference to Lady +Barbara. But for this uncertainty, and the possible +consequences of such a procedure, she would have +thrown open her door and ordered him out as she had +done Dalton. Then, seeing that Pickert still maintained +his attitude--that of a setter-dog with the bird +in the line of his nose--she added testily: + +"Don't stand there staring at me. Take a chair +where I can talk to you better. You get on my nerves. +It's pawned, is it? Yes. I believe you, and I know +who pawned it. Dalton's got it--that's who. I +thought so last night--now I'm sure of it." She was +on her feet now, tearing at her bonnet-string as if to +free her throat. "He sneaked it out of that box on +the floor beside you, when she was hiding from him in +her bedroom." + +Pickert retreated slightly at this new development; +then asked sharply: "Dalton! Who's Dalton?" + +"The meanest cur that ever walked the earth-- +that's who he is. He's almost killed my poor lady, +and now she must go to jail to please him. Not if I'm +alive, she won't. He stole that mantilla! I'm just as +sure of it as I am that my name is Martha Munger!" + +Pickert's high tension relaxed. If this new clew +had to be followed it could best be followed with the +aid of this woman, who evidently hated the man she +denounced. She would be of assistance, too, in identifying +both the lace and the thief--and he had seen +neither the one nor the other as yet. So it was the +same old game, was it?--with a man at the bottom +of the deal! + +"Do you know the pawn-shops around here?" he +asked, becoming suddenly confidential. + +"Not one of them, and don't want to," came the +contemptuous reply. "When I get as low down as +that, I've got a brother to help me. He'll be up here +himself to-night and will tell you so." + +Pickert had been standing over her throughout the +interview, despite her invitation to be seated. He +now moved toward a seat, his hat still tilted back +from his forehead. + +"What makes you think this man you call Dalton +stole it?" he asked, drawing a chair out from the table, +as though he meant to let her lead him on a new scent. + +"Come over here before you sit down and I'll tell +you," she exclaimed, peremptorily. "Now take a look +at that box. Now watch me lift the lid, and see what +you find," and she enacted the little pantomime of the +morning. + +The detective stroked his chin with his forefinger. +He was more interested in Martha's talk about Dalton +than he was in the contents of the box. "And you +want to get him, don't you?" he asked slyly. + +"Me get him! I wouldn't touch him with a pair +of tongs. What I want is for him to keep out of here-- +I told him that last night." + +"Well, then, tell me what he looks like, so I can get +him." + +"Like anybody else until you catch the hang-dog +droop in his eyes, as if he was afraid people would ask +him some question he couldn't answer." + +"One of the slick kind?" + +"Yes, for he's been a gentleman--before he got down +to be a dog." + +"How old?" + +"About thirty--maybe thirty two or three. You +can't tell to look at him, he's that battered." + +"Smooth-shaven--well-dressed?" + +"Yes--no beard nor mustache on him. I couldn't +see his clothes. His big cape-coat, buttoned up to his +chin, hid them and his face, too. He had a slouch-hat +on his head with the brim pulled down when he went +out." + +"And you say he's been living off of Mrs. Stanton +since--" + +"No, I didn't say it. I said he was a cur and that +she wouldn't go to jail to please him--that's what I +said. Now, young man, if you're through, I am. I've +got to get my work done." + +Pickert tilted his hat to the other side of his bullet +head, felt in his side pocket for a cigar, bit off the end, +and spat the crumbs of tobacco from his lips. + +"You could put me on to the mantilla, couldn't +you?--spot it for me once I come across it?" + +"Of course I could, the minute I clapped my eyes +on it." + +"It's a kind of lace shawl, ain't it?" + +"Yes. All black--a big one with a frill around it +and a tear in one side--that's what she was mending. +A good piece, I should think, because it was so fine and +silky. You could squash it up in one hand, it was +that soft. That's why she took such care of it, putting +it back in that box every night to keep the dust out +of it." + +"Well, what's the matter with your coming along +with me?" + +"And where are you going to take me?" + +"To one or two pawn-shops around here." + +"Well, I'm not going with you. If I go anywhere +it will be up to Rosenthal's. I'm getting worried. It's +after three o'clock now. She's got no money to get +anything to eat. She'll come home dead beat out if +she's been hungry all this time." + +"Well, it's right on the way. We'll take in a few +of the small shops, and then we'll keep on up. There +are two on Second Avenue, and then there's Blobbs's, +one of the biggest around here. The old woman gets +a lot of that kind of stuff and she'll open up when she +finds out who wants to know. I've done business with +her--where does this fellow, Dalton, live?" + +"Up on the East Side." + +"Well, then, we are all right. He will make for +some fence where he is not known. Come along." + +Martha hesitated for an instant, abandoned her +decision, and retied her bonnet-strings; she might find +her mistress the quicker if she acceded to his request. +She stepped to the stove, examined the fire to see that +it was all right, added a shovel of coal and, with Pickert +at her heels, groped her way down the dingy stairs, +her fingers following the handrail. In the front hall +she stopped to say to the janitress that she was going +to Rosenthal's and to tell Mrs. Stanton, when she +came, that she was not to leave the apartment again, +as Mr. Carlin was coming to see her. + +When they reached the corner of the next block, +Pickert halted outside a small loan-office, told her to +wait, and disappeared inside, only to emerge five +minutes later and continue his walk with her up-town. +The performance was repeated twice, his last stop +being in front of a gold sign notifying the indigent +and the guilty that one Blobbs bought, sold, and exchanged +various articles of wearing-apparel for cash or +its equivalent. + +Martha eyed the cluster of balls suspended above +the door, and occupied herself with a cursory examination +of the contents of the front window, to none +of which, she said to herself, would she have given +house-room had the choice of the whole collection +been offered her. She was about to march into the +shop and end the protracted interview when Pickert +flung himself out. + +"I'm on--got him down fine! Listen--see if I've +got this right! He wore a black cape-coat buttoned +up close-that's what you told me, wasn't it?--and +a kind of a slouch-hat. Been an up-town swell before +he got down and out? That kind of a man, ain't he? +Smooth-shaven, with a droop in his eye--speaks like +a foreigner--English. Somethin' doin'!--Do you +know a man named Kling who keeps an old-furniture +store up on Fourth Avenue?" + +"No, I don't know Kling and I don't want to know +him. It will be dark, and Rosenthal's 'll be shut up +if I keep up this foolishness, and I'm going to find my +mistress. If you can't find Dalton, I will, when my +brother Stephen comes. Now you go your way and +I'll go mine." + +He waited until she had boarded a car, then wheeled +quickly and dashed up Third Avenue, crossing 26th +Street at an angle, forging along toward Kling's. He +was through with the old woman. She was English, +and so was Dalton, and so, for that matter, was a man +who, Blobbs had told him, had "blown in" at Kling's +about a year ago from nobody knew where. They'd +all help one another--these English. No, he'd go +alone. + +When he reached Otto's window he slowed down, +pulled himself together, and strolled into the store with +the air of a man who wanted some one to help him +make up his mind what to buy. The holiday crowd +had thinned for a moment, and only a few men and +women were wandering about the store examining the +several articles. Otto at the moment was in tow of a +stout lady in furs, who had changed her mind half a +dozen times in the hour and would change it again, +Otto thought, when, as she said, she would "return with +her husband." + +"Vich she von't do," he chuckled, addressing his +remark to the newcomer, "and I bet you she never +come back. Dot's de funny ting about some vimmins +ven dey vant to talk it over vid her husbands, and de +men ven dey vant to see der vives. Den you might +as vell lock up de shop--ain't dot so? Vat is it you +vant--one of dem tables? Dot is a Chippendale-- +you can see de legs and de top." + +"Yes, I see 'em," replied the detective, scanning the +circumference of Otto's fat body. "But I'm not buying +any tables to-day, I'm on another lead--that is, if I've +got it right and your name is Kling." + +"Yes, you got it right," answered Otto; "dot's my +name. Vat is it you vant?" + +"And you own this store?" + +"And I own dis store. Didn't you see de sign ven +you come in?" The man's manner and cock-sure air +were beginning to nettle him. + +"I might, and then again, I mightn't," Pickert +retorted, relaxing into his usual swaggering tone. "I'm +not looking for signs. I'm looking for a piece of lace, +a mantilla they call it, that disappeared a few days +ago from Rosenthal's up here on Third Avenue--a +kind of shawl with a frill around it--and I thought you +might have run across it." + +Otto looked at him over the tops of his glasses, his +anger increasing as he noticed the man's scowl of +suspicion. "Oh, dot's it, is it? Dot's vat you come +for. You tink I am a fence, eh?" + +The detective grinned derisively. "You bought a +piece of lace, didn't you?" + +"I buy a dozen pieces maybe--vot's dot your +business?" + +"My business will come later. What I want to +know is whether you've got a piece with a hole in it-- +black, soft, and squashy--with a frill--a flounce, they +call it--and I want to tell you right here that it will be +a good deal better if you keep a decent tongue in your +head and stop puttin' on lugs. It's business with me." + +Masie had crept up and stood listening, wondering +at the stranger's rough way of talking. So had the +tramp, whom Kitty had loaned to Otto for a few hours +to help move some of the heavier furniture. He seemed +to be especially interested in what was taking place, +for he kept edging up the closer, dusting the Colonial +sideboard close to which Kling and the man were +standing, his ears stretched to their utmost, in order to +miss no word of the interview. + +"Vell, if it's business, and you don't mean noddin, +dot's anudder ting," replied Kling, in a milder tone, +"maybe den I tell you. Run avay, Masie, I got someting +private to say. Dot's right. You go talk to Mrs. +Gossburger-- Yes," he added, as the child disappeared, +"I did buy a big lace shawl like dot." + +Pickert's grin covered half his face. He could get +along now without a search-warrant. "And have you +got it now?" + +"Yes, I got it now." + +The grin broadened--the triumphant grin of a boy +when he hears the click of a trap and knows the quarry +is inside. + +"Can I see it?" + +"No, you can't see it." The man's cool persistency +again irritated him. "I buy dot for a present and I-- +Look here vunce! Vat you come in here for an' ask +dose questions? I never see you before. Dis is my +busy time. Now you put yourselluf outside my place." + +The detective made a step forward, turned his back +on the rest of the shop, unbuttoned his outer coat, +lifted the lapel of the inner one, and uncovered his +shield. + +"Come across," he said, in low, cutting tones, "and +don't get gay. I'm not after you--but you gotter +help, see! I've traced this mantilla down to this +shop. Now cough it up! If you've bought it on the +level, I've got a roll here will square it up with you." + +Otto gave a muffled whistle. "Den dot fellow vas +a tief, vas he? He didn't look like it, for sure. Vell-- +vell--vell--dot's funny! Vy, I vouldn't have tought +dot. Look like a quiet man, and--" + +"You remember the man, then?" interrupted the +detective, following up his advantage, and again +scraping his chin with his forefinger. + +"Oh, yes. I don't forgot him. Vore a buttoned-up +coat--high like up to his chin--" + +"And a slouch-hat?" prompted Pickert. + +"Yes, vun of dose soft hats, for I tink de light hurt +his eyes ven he come close up to my desk ven I gif him +de money." + +"And had a sort of a catch-look, a kind of a slant +in his eye, didn't he?" supplemented Pickert; "and +was smooth-shaven and--on the whole--rather decent-looking +chap, just getting on his uppers and not quite. +Ain't that it?" + +"Yes, maybe, I don't recklemember everyting about +him. Vell--vell--ain't dot funny? But he vasn't +a dead beat--no, I don't tink so. An' he stole it? +You vud never tink dot to see him. I got it in my +little office, behind dot partition, in a drawer. You +come along. To-morrow is New Year's"--here he +glanced up the stairs to be sure that Masie was out +of hearing--"and I bought dat lace for a present for +my little girl vat you saw joost now--she loves dem +old tings. She has got more as a vardrobe full of dem. +Vait till I untie it. Look! Ain't dot a good vun? +And all I pay for it vas tventy tollars." + +The detective loosened the folds, shook out the +flounce, held it up to the light, and ran his thumb +through the tear in the mesh. + +"Of course dere's a hole--I buy him cheaper for dot +hole--my little Beesving like it better for dot. If it +vas new she vouldn't have it." + +Pickert was now caressing the soft lace, his satisfaction +complete. "A dead give-away," he said at +last. "Much obliged. I'll take it along," and he +began rolling it up. + +"You take it--VAT?" exclaimed Otto. + +"Well, of course, it's stolen goods." + +Kling leaned over and caught it from his hand. "If +it's stolen goods, somebody more as you must come +in and tell me dot. By Jeminy, you have got a awful +cheek to come in here and tell me dot! Ven I buy, +I buy, and it is mine to keep. Ven I sell, I sell, and +dot's nobody's business." + +Pickert bit his lip. His bluff had failed. He must +go about it in another way, if Rosenthal's customer, +who owned the lace, was to regain possession before +the New Year set in. + +"Well, then, sell it to me," he snarled. + +"No, I don't sell it to you. Not if you give me +tventy times tventy tollars. And now you get out of +here so k'vick as you can--or me and dot man over by +dot sideboard and two more down-stairs vill trow you +out! I don't care a tam how big a brass ting you got +on your coat. So you dake it along vid you? Vell, +you have got a cheek!" + +Pickert's underlip curled in contempt. He had only +to step to the door and blow a whistle were a row to +begin. But that would neither help him to trail the +thief nor to secure the mantilla. + +"Now see here, Mr. Kling," he said, fingering the +lapel of Otto's coat, "I've treated you white, now you +treat me white. You make me tired with your hot +air, and it don't go--see, not with me!--and now I'll +put it to you straight. Will you sell me that mantilla? +Here's the money"--and he pulled out a roll +of bills. + +Otto was now thoroughly angry. "NO!" he shouted, +moving toward the door of his office. + +"Will you help put me on to the man who sold it +to you?" + +"No!" roared Kling again, his Dutch blood at +boiling-point. "I put you on noddin--dot's your +bis'ness, dis puttin' on, not mine." He had walked +out of the office and was beckoning to the tramp. +"Here, you! You go down-stairs and tell Hans to +come up k'vick--right avay." + +The tramp slouched up--a sliding movement, led +by his shoulder, his feet following. + +"Maybe, boss, I kin help if you don't mind my +crowdin' in." He had listened to the whole conversation +and knew exactly what would happen if he carried +out Kling's order. He had seen too many mix-ups in +his time--most of them through resisting an officer +in the discharge of his duty. Kling, the first thing he +knew, would be wearing a pair of handcuffs, and he +himself might lose his job. + +He addressed the detective: "I saw the guy when +he come in and I saw him when he went out. Mr. +O'Day saw him, too, but he'd skipped afore he got +on to his mug. He'll tell ye same as me." + +The detective canted his head, looked the tramp +over from his shoes to his unkempt head, and turned +suddenly to Kling. "Who's Mr. O'Day?" he snapped. + +"He's my clerk," growled Otto, his determination +to get rid of the man checked by this new turn in the +situation. + +"Can I see him?" + +"No, you can't see him, because he's gone out vid +Kitty Cleary. He'll be back maybe in an hour-- +maybe he don't come back at all. He don't know +noddin about dis bis'ness and nobody don't let him +know noddin about it until to-morrow. Den my +little Beesving know de first. Half de fun is in de +surprise." + +The detective at once lost interest in Kling, and +turned to the tramp again--the two moving out of +Otto's hearing. A new and fresh scent had crossed +the trail--one it might be wise to follow. + +"You work here?" he asked. He had taken his +measure in a glance and was ready to use him. + +"No, I work in John Cleary's express office," grunted +the tramp. "Mr. O'Day wanted me to come over and +help for New Year's." + +"What's he got to do with you?" + +"He got me my job." + +"He's an Englishman, ain't he?" + +"Yes, and the best ever." + +"Oh, yes, of course," sneered the detective. "Been +working here a year and knows the ropes. So you +saw the man come in and O'Day, the clerk, saw +him go out, did he? And O'Day sent for you to +stay around in case any questions were asked? Is +that it?" + +The tramp's lip was lifted, showing his teeth. "No, +that ain't it by a damned sight! I know who pinched +the goods--knowed him for months. Know his name, +just as well as I know yours. I got on to you soon +as you come in." + +The detective shot a quick glance at the speaker. +"Me?" he returned quietly. + +"Yes--YOU. Your name is Pickert--ONE of your +names--you've got half a dozen. And the guy's name +is Stanton. He hangs out at the Bowdoin House, and +when he ain't there he's playin' pool at Steve Lipton's +where I used to work. Are you on?" + +The detective betrayed no surprise, neither over +the mention of his own name nor that of Stanton. If +the tramp's story were true he would have the bracelets +on the thief before morning. He decided, however, +to try the old game first. + +"It may be worth something to you if you can make +good," he said, with a confidential shrug of his near +shoulder. + +The tramp thrust out his chin with a gesture of +disgust. "Nothin' doin'! You can keep your plunks. +I don't want 'em. I know you fellers--I got onto +your curves when I was on my uppers. When you +can't get your flippers on the right man you slip +'em on the first galoot you catch, and I want to tell +you right here that you can't mix Mr. O'Day in this +business, for he don't know nothin' about it, nor anything +else that's crooked. I'll get this man Stanton +for you if the boss will let me out for an hour. Shall +I ask him?" + +Pickert examined his finger-nails for a brief moment +--one seemed in need of immediate repairs--his mind +all the while in deep thought. The tramp might help +or he might not. He evidently knew him, and it was +possible that he also knew Stanton, the name borne +by the woman charged with the theft; or the whole +yarn might be a ruse to give the real thief a tip, and +thus block everything. Lipton's place he frequented, +and the Bowdoin House he could find. + +"No, you stay here," he broke out. "I'll get him." + +He walked back to the office, the tramp following. +"I say, Mr. Kling!" he called impudently. + +Otto lifted his head. He had locked up the mantilla +and had the key in his pocket. For him the incident +was closed. + +"Vell?" replied Otto dryly. + +"Does this man work over at Cleary's express?" + +"He does. Vy?" + +"Oh, nothing. I may want him later. And, say!" + +"Vell," again replied Otto. + +"Git wise and surprise that little girl of yours with +something else--she'll never wear that mantilla. So +long," and he strode out of the store. + + + + +Chapter XXIII + + + +The short winter's day had run its course and a soft, +aimless snow was falling--each flake a lazy feather, +careless of its fate. The store windows were ablaze, +and many of the houses on both sides of "The Avenue" +were alive with newly kindled gas-jets, the street- +lamps shedding their light over a broad highway +blocked with slipping teams, their carts crammed to +the utmost with holiday freight. + +A spirit of good-fellowship and unrestrained joyousness +was everywhere. When a team was stalled, two +or three men put their shoulders to the wheels; when +a horse slipped and fell, a dozen others helped him to +his feet. Snowballs, thrown in good humor and received +with a laugh, filled the air. New York was getting +ready to celebrate the night before New Year's, +the maddest night of all the year in old Manhattan, +when groups of merrymakers, carrying tin horns and +jingling cow-bells, crowd the sidewalks, singing and +shouting, forming flying wedges, swooping down on +other wedges--strangers all--the whole ending in roars +of laughter and "Happy New Year's," repeated again +and again until the next collision. + +None of this roused Felix as, with heavy heart, +he turned into Kitty's. Of what the morrow would +bring forth he dared not think. Father Cruse, he +knew, would do what he could to save Barbara, and +the British consul--a man he had always avoided-- +might help. But nothing of all this could lighten his +load or relieve his pain. She might be given her freedom +for a time, or she might be turned over to one of +the reformatories for a term of years--either course +meant untold suffering to a woman reared as his wife +had been. These mental tortures of the day had +burned their way into his brain, as branding-irons burn +into flesh, the agony seaming the lines of his face and +deep-hollowing the eyes, forming scars that might +take years to efface. + +As his fingers gripped the knob of Kitty's outside +office, shouts of "Happy New Year" rang out from +a group of girls showering each other with snowballs. + +"Pray God," he said to himself, "that it be better +than the one which is passing," and stepped inside, +to find Kitty in the kitchen. + +"I have come to talk to you," he said, speaking +as a man whose strength is far spent. "And if you +do not mind, I will ask you to go into the sitting-room +where we shall not be disturbed. I have something +to say to you. Will you be alone?" + +Kitty gave a start. She knew at once that some +new development had brought him to her at this hour. + +"Yes, not a soul but me. John and Bobby are +up to the Grand Central, Mike's bailed out, and yer +tramp just come over from Otto's. They're cleanin' +out the stables. Is it some news ye have of her?" + +"No--nothing more than you know. That must +wait until to-morrow. Nothing can be done to-night." + +She followed him into the room, dragged out a chair +from against the wall, waited until he had slipped off +his mackintosh, and then seated herself beside him. + +"No," he repeated, passing his hand across his eyes +as if to shut out some haunting vision. "There is +no news. She is in a cell, I suppose. My God, what +does it all mean!" + +He paused, his head averted, staring straight ahead. + +"You have been very kind to me, Mrs. Cleary, +since I have been here--you and your husband. You +may not have realized it, but I do not think I could +have gone through the year without you--you and +little Masie. I have come to the end now, where no +one can help. I have tried to carry it through alone. +I did not want to burden you with my troubles and-- +if I could prevent it, I would not now, but you will +know it sooner or later, and I would rather tell you +myself than have you hear it from strangers." + +He hesitated for an instant, looked into her eyes, +and said slowly: "The woman you picked up in the +street and who is now in prison, is my wife, or was, +until a year ago." + +Kitty neither moved nor spoke. The announcement +did not greatly surprise her. What absorbed her was +the new, hard lines in his face, her wonder being that +such suffering should have fallen upon the head of a +man who so little deserved it. + +"And is that what has been breakin' yer heart all +these months ye lived with us?" + +Felix moved uneasily. "Yes. There has been +nothing else." + +"And she's the same one ye've been a-trampin' the +streets to find?" + +Felix bowed his head in assent. + +"And ye kep' all this from me?" she asked, as a +mother might reproach her son. + +"You could have done nothing." + +"I could have comforted ye. That would have +been somethin'. Did she leave ye?" + +Again Felix bowed his head in answer. The spoken +words would only add to his pain. + +"For another man, was it?--Yes, I see--you twice +her age, and she a chit of a child. Ye can't do much +for that kind once they get their heads set--no matter +how good ye are to them. And I suppose that when +I found her that night on the door-steps and brought +her into the kitchen, he'd turned her into the street. +That's it, isn't it? And then she got to stealin' to +keep from starvin'?" + +"Yes, I suppose so--I do not know. I only know +she is a criminal. That is shame enough." + +"And is that all ye came to tell me?" She was +going to the bottom of it now. This man was gripped +in the tortures of the damned and could only be helped +when he had emptied out his heart--all of it, down +to the very dregs. + +"No, there is something else. I wanted to speak to +you about Masie. I may go back to England in a few +days and I am not satisfied to leave her unprotected. +She has no mother and you have no daughter--would +you look after her for me? I have learned to love her +very dearly--and I am greatly disturbed over her +future and who is to look after her. Her father will +not listen to any plans I might make for her, nor will +he take proper care of her. He thinks he does, but +he lets her do as she pleases. She will be a woman in +a very short time, and I shudder when I think of the +dangers which beset her. A shop like Kling's is no +place for a child like Masie." + +Kitty had turned pale when Felix announced his +probable departure, something to which she had not +yet given a thought, but she heard him to the end. + +"I will do all I can for Masie, but that can wait. +And now I'm goin' to talk to ye as if ye were my John, +and ye got to be patient with me, Mr. O'Day. God +knows I'd help ye in any way I could, but ye've got +to help me a little so I can help ye the better. May +I go on?" + +"Help! How can I help?" he asked listlessly. + +"By trustin' me--and I can be trusted, and so can +John. I found out some months ago that ye were +Sir Felix O'Day, but ye never heard me blab it to +any livin' soul, nor did John either--not even to Father +Cruse. I've watched ye go in and out all these months, +and many a night, tired as I was, I didn't get to sleep, +worryin' about ye until I'd heard ye shut yer door. +Ye said nothin' to me and I could say nothin' to ye. +I knew ye'd tell me when the time come and it has, +with ye nigh crazy, and she on her way to Sing Sing. +What she's been through since that night I brought her +here, I don't know--but she'd 'a' broke your heart if +ye'd seen her staggerin' weak, followin' me and John +like a whipped dog. I thought then she had got the +worst of it, somehow, and that she hadn't deserved +what had been handed out to her, and John thought +so, too. What it was I didn't know, but I've got somebody +now who does know and who will tell me the +truth, and I'm askin' ye to give it to me straight. If +she was your wife she must be a lady, for ye wouldn't +'a' married anybody else. And if she was a lady, how +has it happened that she is locked up in the Tombs, +and that a gentleman like ye is working at Otto's? +And before ye answer, remember that I'm not askin' +for meself, but for you and the poor woman ye tried +to find to-day." + +His tired eyes had not left her own during the +long outburst. He had never doubted her sincerity +nor her kindliness, but now, as he listened, there stole +over him a yearning, strange in one so habitually reticent, +to share with her the secret he had hidden all +these months--except from Father Cruse. + +"Yes, you shall know," he answered, with a sigh of +relief. "It is best that somebody should know, and +best of all that it should be you. But first tell me how +you found out that I could use my father's title--I +have never told anybody here." + +"An Englishman told me, who wanted his trunk +taken to the steamer. He saw you cross the street. +'That's Sir Felix O'Day,' he said, 'and he has had +more trouble than any man I ever knew.'" + +"Did you check the trunk?" + +"Yes." + +"That explains how my solicitor in London, whom +I have just heard from, discovered my address. He +mentioned a trunk-tag as his clew; he and the Englishman +evidently met. As to the title, it was of no use +to me here. I may use it now, at home, for he writes +that there were several hundreds of pounds sterling +saved out of my own and my father's wreck, together +with a small cottage and a few acres of land near +London. Had I known it, however, before I came here, +it would have made no difference, nor would it have +altered my plan. I had come here to find my wife, for +I knew that sooner or later she would be utterly +stranded, without a human being to whom she could +appeal; but I never expected to find her a criminal. +Terrible! Terrible! I cannot yet take it in. Poor +child! What is to become of her, God only knows!" + +He had risen, and in his agony walked to the window, +his updrawn shoulders tense, like those of a man standing +by an open grave. He stood there for a moment, +Kitty silently watching him, until, with a deep sigh, +he came back to his chair. + +"I have been a fool, no doubt, to pursue this thing +as I have, but there seemed no other way. I could +not have lived with myself afterward, if I had not +made the effort. I knew that you and your husband +often wondered at the life I led, and I have often +thanked you in my heart for your loyalty. It is but +another one of the things that have made this home so +dear to me. I told Father Cruse what brought me to +New York, so that he could help me find her, and he +has been more than kind. Many a night we have +tramped the streets together, or have searched haunts +that either she, or the man who ruined her, might +frequent, or where we should meet persons who had +seen them, but so far, you are the only person who has +brought us near to each other. + +"I tell you now because it is better that you and I +should understand each other before I sail, and because, +too, you are a big, brave, true-hearted woman who can +and will understand. You may not think it, but you +have been a revelation to me, Mrs. Cleary--you and +this home--and the neighborhood, in fact, peopled +with clean, wholesome men and women. It has been +a great lesson to me and a marvellous contrast to what +had surrounded me at home. You were right in your +surmise that my wife is a lady, and that I have been +born a gentleman. And now I will tell you why we +are both here." + +Then, in broken words, with long pauses between, +he told her the story of his own and Lady Barbara's +home life, and of Dalton's perfidy with all the horror +that had followed, Kitty's body bent forward, her ears +drinking in every word, her plump, ruddy hands resting +in her lap, her heart throbbing with sympathy for +the man who sat there so calm and patient, stating his +case without bitterness, his anger only rising when he +recounted the incidents leading up to his wife's estrangement +and denounced the man who had planned her ruin. + +Only when the tale was ended did she burst out: +"And I ain't surprised yer heart's broke! Ye've had +enough to kill ye. The wonder to me is that ye're +walkin' around with yer head up and your heart not +soured. I been thinkin' and thinkin' all these months, +and John and I have talked it over many a night; but +we never thought it was as bad as it is. And now I'm +goin' to ask ye a question and ye must tell me the +truth. What are ye goin' to do next?" + +"See Father Cruse to-night and tell him what I +have found out. He must do the rest. I have gone +as far as I dared, and can go no further. I must draw +the line at crime. In spite of it all, I would have gone +down-stairs to see her, had she not been sent away, +but I am glad now that I did not. She comes of a +proud race and that would have been the last thing +she could have borne. As it is, she thinks I am in +Australia, and it's better that she should. She would +have thought I had come to taunt her, and no one +could have undeceived her. I know her--and her wilfulness. +Poor child! She has always been her own +worst enemy. And so, just as soon as I learn what is to +happen to her, I shall settle my account with the man +who has caused her ruin, and return to England--and +I can go the easier, and pick up my old life again +the better, if I can be assured that you will look after +little Masie, and see that no harm comes to her." + +Kitty raised her hands from her lap and folded +them across her bosom. "Let me talk a little, will ye, +Mr. O'Day? Ye needn't worry about Masie. I'll +take care of her--all that Kling will let me. I knew +her mother, who died when the child was born, and a +fine woman she was--ten times as good as Kling whom +her father made her marry. But there's somebody +else who needs me, and who needs ye more than Masie +needs us, and that's yer wife. How do ye know her +heart is not breakin' for somebody to say a kind word +to her? Are ye goin' home and leave her like this? +That's not like ye, and I don't want to hear ye say it. +Do you mean that if she is put away up the river, ye +won't stay here and--" + +"What for, to sit for five years waiting for her to +come out? And what then? Have you ever seen one +reform?" + +"And if she gets off, and wanders around the streets?" + +"Father Cruse must answer that question." + +"But ye came all these miles to New York to pull +her out of the mess she had got into with that man +who's ruined yer home, and ye out in the cold without +a cent--and ye forgave her for that--and now that +she's locked up with only herself to suffer, ye turn +yer back on her and leave her to fight it out alone." + +"I did not forgive HER, Mrs. Cleary," he said in +deliberate tones. "I forgave her childish nature, +remembering the way she had been educated; remembering, +too, that I was twice her age. Nor did I forget +the poverty I had brought upon her." + +"And why not forgive her this?" She could hardly +restrain a sob as she spoke. + +His lips straightened and his brows narrowed. "This +is not due to her nature," he answered coldly, "nor to +her bringing up. She has now committed a crime and +is beyond reclaim. Once a thief, always a thief. I +must stop somewhere." + +"But why not hear her story from her own lips?" +she pleaded, her voice choking. "YOU hear it--not +Father Cruse, nor me, nor anybody but YOU, who +have loved her!" + +Felix shook his head. "It is kinder for me to stay +away. The very sight of me would kill her." His +answer was final. + +Kitty squared herself. "I don't believe it," she +cried, the tears now coursing down her cheeks. "Oh, +for the blessed God's sake don't say it--take it +back! Listen to me, Mr. O'Day. If she ever wanted +a friend it's now. I'd go meself but I'd do no good-- +nor nothin' I'd tell her would do her any good. It's +a man she wants to lean on, not a woman. I can almost +lift my John off his feet with one hand, but when +I get into trouble I'm just so much putty, runnin' to +him like a baby, weak as a rag, and he pattin' my cheek +same as if I was a three-year-old. Go and get yer +arms around her and tell her ye don't believe a word +of it, and that ye'll stand by her to the end, and ye'll +make a good woman of her. Turn yer back on her, +and they'll have her in potter's field if she gets out of +this scrape, for she can't fight long--she hasn't got +the strength. + +"She could hardly get up-stairs the night I put her +to bed--she was that tremblin', and she's no better +to-day. Don't let yer pride shut up yer heart, Mr. +O'Day. You are a gentleman and ye've lived like +one, and ye've got your own and yer father's name +to keep clean, and that poor child has dragged it in +the mud, and the papers will be full of it, and the disgrace +of it all dries ye up, and ye can go no further, +and so ye cut loose and let her sink. No, don't ye get +angry with me--if ye were my own John I'd tell ye +the same. Listen--do ye hear them horns blowin' +and the children shoutin'? It's New Year's Eve-- +to-morrow all the slates will be wiped clean--the past +rubbed out and everybody'll have a new start. Make +a clean slate of yer own heart--wipe out everything +ye've got against that poor child. Take her in yer +arms once more--help her come back! If God didn't +clean His own slate once in a while and forgive us, +none of us would ever get to heaven. Hush! Quiet +now! Somebody's just come into the office. I'll not +let any one in to disturb ye. Stay where ye are till I +see. I hear a voice. WHAT! Well, as I'm alive, it's +Father Cruse--what's he come for at this hour? Shall +I let him in?" + +Felix lifted himself slowly to his feet, as would a man +in a hospital ward who sees the doctor approaching. + +"Yes, let him in; I was going to look him up." He +was relieved at the interruption. Kitty's appeal had +deeply stirred him, but had not swerved him from his +purpose. He had done his duty--all of it, to the very +last. The day's developments had ended everything. +He had no right to bring a criminal into his family. + +Kitty swung wide the door and Father Cruse stepped +in. He wore his heavy cassock, which was flecked with +snow, and his wide hat. + +"My messenger told me you were here, Mr. O'Day," +he cried out, in a cheery voice, "and I came at once. +And, Mrs. Cleary, I am more than glad to find you here +as well." + +Felix stepped forward. "It was very good of you, Father. +I was coming down to see you in a few minutes." +They had shaken hands and the three stood together. + +The priest glanced in question at Kitty, then back +again at Felix. "Does Mrs. Cleary--" + +"Yes, Mrs. Cleary knows," returned Felix calmly. +"I have told her everything. Lady Barbara--" he +paused, the words were strangling him, "has been arrested +--for stealing--and is now in the Tombs prison." + +Father Cruse laid his hand on O'Day's shoulder. +"No, my friend, she is not in the Tombs. I took her +to St. Barnabas's Home and put her in charge of the +Sisters." + +Felix straightened his back. "You have saved her +from it." + +"Yes, two hours ago. And she can stay there until +the matter is settled, or just as long as you wish it." +His hand was still on O'Day's shoulder, his mind intent +on the drawn features, seamed with the furrows the +last few hours had ploughed. He saw how he had +suffered. + +Felix stretched out his hand as if to steady himself, +motioned the priest to a chair, and sank into his +own. + +"In the Sisters' Home," he repeated mechanically, +after a moment's silence. Then rousing himself: "And +you will see her, Father, from time to time?" + +"Yes, every day. Why do you ask such a question-- +of me, in particular?" + +"Because," replied Felix slowly, "I may be away-- +out of the country. I have just asked Mrs. Cleary to +look after Masie and she has promised she will. And +I am going to ask you to look after my poor wife. +They must be very gentle with her--and they should +not judge her too harshly." He seemed to be talking +at random, thinking aloud rather than addressing his +companions. "Since I saw you I have received a letter +from my solicitor. There is some money coming to +me, he says, and I shall see that she is not a burden to +you." + +The priest turned abruptly, and laid a firm hand on +O'Day's knee. "But you will see her, of course?" + +"No, it is better that you act for me. She will not +want to see me in her present condition." + +Kitty was about to protest, when Father Cruse +waved her into silence. "You certainly cannot mean +what you have just said, Mr. O'Day?" + +"I do." + +The priest rose quickly, passed though the kitchen, +and opened the door leading to the outer office. Two +women stood waiting, one in a long cloak, the other +clinging to her arm, her face white as chalk, her lips +quivering. + +"Come in," said the priest. + +Martha put her arm around Lady Barbara and led +her into the room. + +Felix staggered to his feet. + +The two stood facing each other, Lady Barbara +searching his eyes, her fingers tight hold of Martha's +arm. + +"Don't turn away, Felix," she sobbed. "Please +listen. Father Cruse said you would. He brought me +here." + +No answer came, nor did he move, nor had he heard +her plea. It was the bent, wasted figure and sunken +cheeks, the strands of her still beautiful hair in a coil +about her neck, that absorbed him. + +Again her eyes crept up to his. + +"I'm so tired, Felix--so tired. Won't you please +take me home to my father--" + +He made a step forward, halted as if to recover his +balance, wavered again, and stretched out his hands. + +"Barbara! BARBARA!" he cried. "Your home is +here." And he caught her in his arms. + +END + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Felix O'Day, by F. Hopkinson Smith + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FELIX O'DAY *** + +This file should be named flxdy10.txt or flxdy10.zip +Corrected EDITIONS of our eBooks get a new NUMBER, flxdy11.txt +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, flxdy10a.txt + +Etext produced by Duncan Harrod <fd_harrod@yahoo.com> + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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