They met but once again. It was in the crush of guests in the great hall where her old Prince, in the splendor of his decoration-covered coat, was waiting to hand her to her carriage. There was a brief time in which to s.n.a.t.c.h the doubtful sweetness of a few hurried words. She was leaving in the early morning for the petty Balkan province where her husband held a miniature sway, over a handful of half-savage subjects. Hardly more than a renewal of greeting and a farewell, and she was gone!
As the old Prince wrapped her more carefully in her furs, and the carriage rolled away in the darkness, he spoke to her, somewhat puzzled:
"I should be sorry to think the American Amba.s.sador has been taking too much wine--as you well know, my knowledge of the barbarous English tongue is but limited, and yet--I thought, as I joined you, he was talking some farrago of nonsense about a _Yellow Cat_!"
That year the Yellow Cat came home lean and gaunt, a chastened, humble creature, as one who has failed in a long quest, and is glad to stretch his weary length before the hearth and reap the neglected benefits of the domestic life.
"It is really very odd" said the minister, quite as if he were saying something he had never thought of saying before, "where that cat goes in the summer!"
"Isn"t it?" responded the minister"s wife--just as she always did. "It fires the imagination! He walks off some fine morning and completely shuts the door on our life here--as if he gave us notice not to pry into his movements. But this time"--she was leaning to stroke the tawny sides with a pitying touch--"this time you may be sure something very sad and disappointing happened to him--something in that other life went quite wrong! How I wish we could understand what it was!"
V
A c.o.c.k AND POLICEMAN
A Tale of Rural England
By RALPH KAYE a.s.sHETON
IT HAPPENED up in Lancashire, and the truth can be vouched for by at least half a hundred spectators. It fell in this wise: Bob O" Tims owned a game-c.o.c.k which was the envy of the whole street for l.u.s.tre of coloring and soundness of wind. Its owner was almost unduly proud of his possession, and would watch it admiringly as it stalked majestically about among its family of hens.
"There"s a c.o.c.k for you!" he would say, with a little wave of his pipe.
"There"s not many c.o.c.ks like that one. The king himself has got nothing like it down at Windsor Castle."
Now, Jimmy Taylor had always been a rival of Bob O" Tims"s. Jimmy"s grandfather had fought at the Battle of Waterloo. This gave him great prestige, and it was almost universally believed, in Ch.e.l.lowdene, that the preeminence of the British Empire was mainly due to the battle-zeal of Jimmy"s ancestry. But whenever Jimmy talked about his grandfather, Bob skilfully turned the conversation to his game-c.o.c.k. This made Jimmy testy, and one day he told Bob, in contemptuous tones, that "he"d be even wi" him yet, in the matter o" game-c.o.c.ks, as well as everything else."
That was one Monday evening, and the following Wednesday Bob O" Tims"s c.o.c.k disappeared. When Bob discovered his loss, his face went quite pale with anger. Without a word, he flung on his cap and set off for Jimmy Taylor"s cottage.
When he reached it, he went still whiter. For Jimmy was sitting at the door, and up and down the yard in front of him strutted a magnificent game-c.o.c.k.
Bob O" Tims stretched out his forefinger, pointed at the c.o.c.k, and with a stubborn look forming about his mouth and jaw, observed:
"Yon"s mine."
"It isn"t," responded Jimmy. "It"s mine."
"I tell thee, yon"s mine. Yo"ve prigged it."
"It"s mine! I bought it at th" fair."
"Thee never bought yon c.o.c.k at any fair. It"s mine, I tell thee."
Words grew high between the disputants, as the c.o.c.k, in all its bronze and golden splendor, marched up and down the yard, until the argument between the two men terminated in a quarrel so violent that half-a-dozen neighbors came in to see what was the matter. It ended in Bob O" Tims insisting that he would take the matter into court. He was as good as his word, and the next time that the bench met, Bob O" Tims summoned Jimmy Taylor on a charge of having stolen his game-c.o.c.k.
The magistrates listened to the witnesses on either side. Half-a-dozen people were ready to swear that the c.o.c.k belonged to Bob. But Jimmy brought up a couple of witnesses to testify that they had seen him buy a similar animal at Turton Fair. The c.o.c.k was then brought into court. It clucked and choked indignantly, and the partisans of Bob and Jimmy swore against each other as hard as ever they could. The bench appeared perplexed; and it was owing to their inability to come to any decision that the magistrate"s clerk made his famous suggestion.
"The case appears to me impossible to prove as it stands, your worships," he said to the bench. "I would suggest, if I may be allowed, that you direct an officer of the court to take the c.o.c.k to some spot at an equal distance between the houses of the plaintiff and of the defendant. If he is there placed upon the ground, and left to his own devices, he is pretty sure to make his way straight home."
The magistrates accepted the suggestion of the clerk, and gave judgment accordingly. A policeman was ordered to carry out their instructions.
Now, this officer was young and raw, and had only recently been enrolled in the constabulary. He was a fat, rosy man, with an air of self-importance. He set out from the court with the c.o.c.k under his arm.
An excited crowd streamed after the policeman, who stalked on with no little pomposity. When he reached the common, which lay between the houses of the rival claimants, he stood still for a minute or two, grasping the c.o.c.k and looking judiciously from one side of the broken land to the other.
The crowd eagerly commenced to give information.
"You"re a bit nearer Bob O" Tims"s than you are to Jimmy"s!" cried one.
"Nay! Nay!" interposed another spectator, who was a partisan of Bob O"
Tims. "There"s a corner to turn afore you get to Bob"s. It"s not fair, not to make allowance for that."
"Stand back!" cried the policeman majestically--"Stand back, every man of you. The critter will be too much put about to go anywhere if you don"t keep still tongues in your heads."
The officer still stood, with his legs wide apart, turning his head slowly from side to side. Once he made a pace in the direction of Jimmy Taylor"s; then, changing his mind, he took a couple of steps toward Bob O" Tims"s. Finally, he decided that he had fixed upon the exact locality commanded by the law, and with a magisterial air, he again waved back the crowd and deposited the c.o.c.k upon the ground in front of him.
Everybody held their breath. The first thing that the c.o.c.k did was to shake himself until he resembled nothing so much as a living mop. Then he began to smooth his feathers down again. Then he stretched his neck, flapped his wings and crowed. Finally, with a blink of his bright eyes, which almost appeared like a wink to the hushed and expectant crowd, he made two solemn steps with his slender legs in the direction of Jimmy Taylor"s cottage.
"He"s going to Jimmy"s!" exclaimed the crowd with one voice.
"Can"t you all be quiet for a moment or two," interposed the policeman, indignantly. "I tell you, if you don"t keep still, you"ll upset the critter"s mind, and make the magistrates" decision just good for nothing."
The crowd appeared ashamed and relapsed once more into silence.
The policeman stood erect and tall, a few paces in front of them, watching the c.o.c.k with great solemnity. It was standing still now, jerking its neck a little. Then it looked round, and, retracing its paces, began stepping slowly off in the opposite direction.
"It"s going to Bob"s!" cried the crowd.
But the c.o.c.k was doing no such thing; it paused again, scratching in an imaginary dust-heap, and then, with a loud crow, stretched its wings and flew up into a small tree.
This was disconcerting. The policeman turned with anger upon the crowd.
"I told you you were not giving the critter a chance!" he exclaimed.
"You"d best be off home. Come, move on! Move on!"
The crowd retreated, but it had no intention of going home. Some of those less interested strolled away, but the partisans of Bob and Jimmy remained at a little distance, eagerly watching to see what would happen next.
The c.o.c.k, after jerking his head round several times, settled down comfortably among his feathers, and went to sleep in the tree.
This was altogether beyond the expectancy of the policeman. Not knowing what else to do, he sat down on a broken bit of fence under the tree and waited.
The day advanced. The c.o.c.k slept on and the policeman began to doze. Now and then he awoke with a start, and looked up at the obstinate biped above his head. Presently the man got down from the fence and shook himself.
The partisans of Bob and Jimmy still remained at a discreet distance, watching the progress of events. The policeman stood still for a few moments, staring at the c.o.c.k; then he approached the small, stumpy tree and clapped his hands vigorously.
The c.o.c.k woke up, gurgled, and went to sleep again.