City Crimes.
by Greenhorn.
CHAPTER I
_A Young Gentleman of Wealth and Fashion--a n.o.ble resolve--the flatterers--the Midnight Encounter--an Adventure--the Courtezan--Temptation triumphant--how the Night was pa.s.sed._
"What a happy dog I ought to be!" exclaimed Frank Sydney, as he reposed his slippered feet upon the fender, and sipped his third gla.s.s of old Madeira, one winter"s evening in the year 18--, in the great city of New York.
Frank might well say so; for in addition to being as handsome a fellow as one would be likely to meet in a day"s walk, he possessed an ample fortune, left him by a deceased uncle. He was an orphan; and at the age of twenty-one, found himself surrounded by all the advantages of wealth, and at the same time, was perfect master of his own actions. Occupying elegant apartments at a fashionable hotel, he was free from any of those petty cares and vexations which might have annoyed him, and he kept an establishment of his own; while at the same time he was enabled to maintain, in his rooms, a private table for the entertainment of himself and friends, who frequently repaired thither, to partake of his hospitality and champagne suppers. With such advantages of fortune and position, no wonder he exclaimed, as at the beginning of our tale--"What a happy dog I ought to be!"
Pursuing the current of his thought Frank half audibly continued--
"Yes, I have everything to make me truly happy--health, youth, good looks and wealth; and yet it seems to me that I should derive a more substantial satisfaction from my riches were I to apply them to the good of mankind. To benefit one"s fellow creatures is the n.o.blest and most exalted of enjoyments--far superior to the gratification of sense. The grateful blessings of the poor widow or orphan, relieved by my bounty, are greater music to my soul, than the insincere plaudits of my professed friends, who gather around my hearth to feast upon my hospitality, and yet who, were I to lose my wealth, and become poor, would soon cut my acquaintance, and sting me by their ingrat.i.tude.
To-night I shall have a numerous party of these _friends_ to sup with me, and this supper shall be the last one to which I shall ever invite them. Yes! My wealth shall be employed for a n.o.bler object than to pamper these false and hollow-hearted parasites. From this night, I devote my time, my energies and my affluence to the relief of deserving poverty and the welfare of all who need my aid with whom I may come in contact. I will go in person to the squalid abodes of the poor--I will seek them out in the dark alleys and obscure lanes of this mighty metropolis--I will, in the holy mission of charity, venture into the vilest dens of sin and iniquity, fearing no danger, and shrinking not from the duty which I have a.s.sumed.--Thus shall my wealth be a blessing to my fellow creatures, and not merely a means of ministering to my own selfishness."
n.o.ble resolve! All honor to thy good and generous heart, Frank Sydney!
Thou hast the true patent of nature"s n.o.bility, which elevates and enn.o.bles thee, more than a thousand vain t.i.tles or empty honors! Thou wilt keep thy word, and become the poor man"s friend--the liberal and enlightened philanthropist--the advocate of deserving poverty, and foe to the oppressor, who sets his heel upon the neck of his brother man.
The friends who were to sup with him, arrived, and they all sat down to a sumptuous entertainment. Frank did the honors with his accustomed affability and care; and flowing b.u.mpers were drunk to his health, while the most flattering eulogiums upon his merits and excellent qualities pa.s.sed from lip to lip. Frank had sufficient discernment to perceive that all this praise was nothing but the ebullitions of the veriest sycophants; and he resolved at some time to test the sincerity of their protestations of eternal friendship.
"Allow me, gentlemen," said Mr. Archibald Slinkey, a red-faced, elderly man, with a nose like the beak of a poll-parrot--"to propose the health of my excellent and highly esteemed friend, Frank Sydney. Gentlemen, I am a plain man, unused to flattery, and may be pardoned for speaking openly before the face of our friend--for I will say it, he is the most n.o.ble hearted, enlightened, conscientious, consistent, and superlatively good fellow I ever met in the course of my existence."
"So he is," echoed Mr. Narcissus n.o.bbs, a middle-aged gentleman, with no nose to speak of, but possessing a redundancy of chin and a wonderful capacity of mouth--"so he is, Slinkey; his position--his earning--his talent--his wealth--"
"Oh, d----n his wealth," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Solomon Jenks, a young gentleman who affected a charming frankness and abruptness in his speech, but who was in reality the most specious flatterer of the entire party. Mr.
Jenks rejoiced in the following personal advantages: red hair, a blue nose, goggle eyes, and jaws of transparent thinness.
"D----n his wealth!" said Jenks--"who cares for _that_? Sydney"s a good fellow--a capital dog--an excellent, d----d good sort of a whole-souled devil--but his _wealth_ is no merit. If he lost every shilling he has in the world, why curse me if I shouldn"t like him all the better for it! I almost wish the rascal would become penniless tomorrow, in order to afford me an opportunity of showing him the disinterestedness of my friendship. I would divide my purse with him, take him by the hand and say--Frank, my boy, I like you for yourself alone, and d----n me if you are not welcome to all I have in the world--That"s how I would do it."
"I thank you gentlemen, for your kind consideration," said Frank; "I trust I may never be necessitated to apply to any of my friends, for aid in a disagreeable emergency--but should such ever unfortunately be the case, be a.s.sured that I shall not hesitate to avail myself of your generous a.s.sistance."
"Bravo--capital--excellent!" responded the choir of flatterers, in full chorus, and their gla.s.ses were again emptied in honor of their host.
It was midnight ere these worthies took their departure. When at length they were all gone, and Frank found himself alone, he exclaimed--"Thank heaven, I am at last rid of those miserable and servile fellows, who in my presence load me with the most extravagant praise and adulation, while behind my back they doubtless ridicule my supposed credulity. I have too long tolerated them--henceforth, I discard and cast them off."
He approached the window, and drawing aside the curtain, looked forth into the streets. The moon was shining brightly; and its rays fell with dazzling l.u.s.tre upon the snow which covered the ground. It was a most lovely night, altho" excessively cold; and Sydney, feeling not the least inclination to retire to rest, said to himself:
"What is to prevent me from beginning my career of usefulness and charity to-night? The hour is late--but misery sleeps not, and "tis never too late to alleviate the sufferings of distressed humanity. Yes, I will go forth, even at the midnight hour, and perchance I may encounter some poor fellow-creature worthy of my aid, or visit some abode of poverty where I can minister to the comfort of its wretched inmates."
He threw on an ample cloak, put on a fur cap and gloves, and taking his sword-cane in his hand, left the hotel, and proceeded at a rapid pace thro" the moon-lit and deserted streets. He entered the Park, and crossed over towards Chatham street, wishing to penetrate into the more obscure portions of the city, where Poverty, too often linked with Crime, finds a miserable dwelling-place. Thus far, he had not encountered a single person; but on approaching the rear of the City Hall, he observed the figure of a man issue from the dark obscurity of the building, and advance directly toward him. Sydney did not seek to avoid him, supposing him to be one of the watchmen stationed in that vicinity, but a nearer view satisfied him that the person was no watchman but a man clothed in rags, whose appearance betokened the extreme of human wretchedness. He was of a large and powerful build, but seemed attenuated by want, or disease--or perhaps, both. As he approached Sydney, his gestures were wild and threatening: he held in his hands a large paving-stone, which he raised, as if to hurl it at the other with all his force.
Sydney, naturally conceiving the man"s intentions to be hostile, drew the sword from his cane, and prepared to act on the defensive, at the same time exclaiming:
"Who are you, and what do you wish?"
"Money!" answered the other, in a hollow tone, with the stone still upraised, while his eyes glowed savagely upon the young man.
Sydney, who was brave and dauntless, steadily returned his gaze, and said, calmly:
"You adopt a strange method, friend, of levying contributions upon travellers. If you are in distress and need aid, you should apply for it in a becoming manner--not approach a stranger in this threatening and ruffianly style. Stand off--I am armed, you see--I shall not hesitate to use this weapon if--"
The robber burst into a wild, ferocious laugh:
"Fool!" he cried. "What can your weak arm or puny weapon do, against the strength of a madman? For look you, I am mad with _hunger_! For three days I have not tasted food--for three cold, wretched nights I have roamed thro" the streets of this Christian city, homeless, friendless, penniless! Give me money, or with this stone will I dash out your brains."
"Unfortunate man," said Sydney, in accents of deep pity--"I feel for you, on my soul I do. Want and wretchedness have made you desperate.
Throw down your weapon, and listen to me; he who now addresses you is a man, possessing a heart that beats in sympathy for your misfortunes. I have both the means and the will to relieve your distress."
The robber cast the stone from him, and burst into tears. "Pardon me, kind stranger," he cried, "I did intend you harm, for my brain is burning, and my vitals consumed by starvation. You have spoken to me the first words of kindness that I have heard for a long, long time. You pity me, and that pity subdues me. I will go and seek some other victim." "Stay," said Sydney, "for heaven"s sake give up this dreadful trade of robbery. Here is money, sufficient to maintain you for weeks--make a good use of it--seek employment--be honest, and should you need further a.s.sistance, call at ---- Hotel, and ask for Francis Sydney.
That is my name, and in me you will ever find a friend, so long as you prove yourself worthy."
"n.o.ble, generous man!" exclaim the robber, as he received a fifty dollar note from the hands of Frank. "G.o.d will reward you for this. Believe me, I have not always been what I now am--a midnight ruffian, almost an a.s.sa.s.sin. No--I have had friends, and respectability, and wealth. But I have lost them all--all! We shall meet again--farewell!"
He ran rapidly from the spot, leaving Frank to pursue his way alone, and ponder upon this remarkable encounter.
Leaving the Park, and turning to the left, Frank proceeded up Chatham street towards the Bowery. As he was pa.s.sing a house of humble but respectable exterior, he observed the street door to open, and a female voice said, in a low tone--"Young gentleman I wish to speak to you."
Frank was not much surprised at being thus accosted, for his long residence in New York had made him aware of the fact that courtezans often resorted to that mode of procuring "patronage" from such midnight pedestrians as might happen to be pa.s.sing their doors. His first impulse was to walk on without noticing the invitation--but then the thought suggested itself to his mind: "Might I not possibly be of some use or benefit to that frail one? I will see what she has to say."
Reasoning thus, he stepped up to the door, when the female who had accosted him took him gently by the hand, and drawing him into the entry, closed the door. A lamp was burning upon a table which stood in the pa.s.sage, and by its light Frank perceived that the lady was both young and pretty; she was wrapped in a large shawl, so that the outlines of her form were not plainly visible, yet it was easy to be seen that she was of good figure and graceful carriage.
"Madame, or Miss," said Frank, "be good enough to tell me why--"
"We cannot converse here in the cold," interrupted the lady, smiling archly. "Pray, sir, accompany me up-stairs to my room, and your curiosity shall be satisfied."
Frank (who had his own reasons) motioned her to lead the way; she took the lamp from the table, and ascended the staircase, followed by the young gentleman. The lady entered a room upon the second floor, in which stood a bed and other conveniences denoting it to be a sleeping chamber; a cheerful fire was glowing in the grate. The apartment was neatly and plainly furnished, containing nothing of a character to indicate that its occupant was other than a perfectly virtuous female. No obscene pictures or immodest images were to be seen--all was unexceptionable in point of propriety.
The lady closed and locked the chamber door; then placing two chairs before the fire, she seated herself in one, and requested Frank to occupy the other. Throwing off her shawl, she displayed a fine form and voluptuous bust--the latter very liberally displayed, as she was arrayed in nothing but a loose dressing gown, which concealed neither her plump shoulders, nor the two fair and ample globes, whiter than alabaster, that gave her form a luxurious fullness.
"You probably have sufficient discrimination, sir, to divine my motive in inviting you into this house and chamber," began the young lady, not without some embarra.s.sment. "You will readily infer, from my conduct, that I belong to the unfortunate cla.s.s--"
"Say no more," said Frank, interrupting her, "I can readily guess why you accosted me, and as readily comprehend your true position and character. Madame, I regret to meet you in this situation."
The lady cast down her eyes, and made no immediate reply, but for some minutes continued to trace imaginary figures upon the carpet, with the point of her delicate slipper. Meanwhile, Frank had ample leisure to examine her narrowly. His eyes wandered over the graceful, undulating outlines of her fine form, and lingered admiringly upon the exposed beauties of her swelling bosom; he glanced at her regular and delicate features which were exceedingly girlish and pretty, for she certainly was not much over sixteen years of age. When it is remembered that Frank was a young man of an ardent and impulsive temperament, the reader will not be surprised that the loveliness of this young creature began to excite within his breast those feelings and desires which are inherent in human nature. In fact, he found himself being gradually overcome by the most tumultuous sensations: his heart palpitated violently, his breath grew hurried and irregular, and he could scarcely restrain himself from clasping her to his breast with licentious violence. His pa.s.sions were still further excited, when she raised her eyes to his face, and glanced at him with a soft smile, full of tenderness and invitation. Frank Sydney was one of the best fellows in the world, and possessed a heart that beat in unison with every n.o.ble, generous and kindly feeling; but he was not an angel. No, he was _human_, and subject to all the frailties and pa.s.sions of humanity. When, therefore, that enticing young woman raised her eyes, swimming with languishing desire, to his face, and smiled so irresistibly, he did precisely what ninety-nine out of every one hundred young men in existence would have done, in the same circ.u.mstances--he encircled her slender waist with his arm, drew her to his throbbing breast, and tasted the nectar of her ripe lips, which so plainly invited the salute. Ah Frank, Frank! thou hast gone too far to retract now! Thy hand plays with those ivory globes--thy lips kiss those rounded shoulders, and that beauteous neck--thy brain becomes dizzy, thy senses reel, and thy amorous soul bathes in a sea of rapturous delight!
Truly, Frank Sydney, thou art a pretty fellow to prate about sallying forth at midnight to do good to thy fellow creatures!--Here we find thee, within an hour after thy departure from thy home, on an "errand of mercy," embraced in the soft arms of a pretty wanton, and revelling in the delights of voluptuousness. We might have portrayed thee as a paragon of virtue and chast.i.ty; we might have described thee as rejecting with holy horror the advances of that frail but exceedingly fair young lady--we might have made a saint of thee, Frank. But we prefer to depict human nature _as it is_ not _as it should be_;--therefore we represent thee to be no better than thou art in reality. Many will pardon thee for thy folly, Frank, and admit that it was natural--very natural. Our hero did not return to his hotel until an hour after daybreak. The interval was pa.s.sed with the young lady of frailty and beauty. He shared her couch; but neither of them slumbered, for at Frank"s request, his fair friend occupied the time in narrating the particulars of her history, which we repeat in the succeeding chapter.
CHAPTER II
_The Courtezan"s story, showing some of the Sins of Religious Professors--A carnal Preacher, a frail Mother, and a l.u.s.tful Father--a plan of revenge._