"Ah, beg pardon," said he to the clerk, "but do you have an agency for a steam laundry here? I have been patronising a Chinaman down th" avenue for some time, but he--what? No? You have none here? Well, why don"t you start one, anyhow? It"d be a good thing in this neighbourhood. I live just round the corner, and it"d be a great thing for me. I know lots of people who would--what? Oh, you don"t? Oh!"
As the young man in the wet mackintosh retreated, the clerk with a blonde moustache made a hungry grab at the novel. He continued to read: "Handkerchief fall in a puddle. Silvere sprang forward. He picked up the handkerchief. Their eyes met. As he returned the handkerchief, their hands touched. The young girl smiled. Silvere was in ecstacies. "Ah, my G.o.d!"
"A baker opposite was quarrelling over two sous with an old woman.
"A grey-haired veteran with a medal upon his breast and a butcher"s boy were watching a dog-fight. The smell of dead animals came from adjacent slaughter-houses. The letters on the sign over the tinsmith"s shop on the corner shone redly like great clots of blood. It was h.e.l.l on roller skates."
Here the clerk skipped some seventeen chapters descriptive of a number of intricate money transactions, the moles on the neck of a Parisian dressmaker, the process of making brandy, the milk-leg of Silvere"s aunt, life in the coal-pits, and scenes in the Chamber of Deputies. In these chapters the reputation of the architect of Charlemagne"s palace was vindicated, and it was explained why Heloise"s grandmother didn"t keep her stockings pulled up.
Then he proceeded: "Heloise went to the country. The next day Silvere followed. They met in the fields. The young girl had donned the garb of the peasants. She blushed. She looked fresh, fair, innocent. Silvere felt faint with rapture. "Ah, my G.o.d!"
"She had been running. Out of breath, she sank down in the hay. She held out her hand. "I am so glad to see you." Silvere was enchanted at this vision. He bended toward her. Suddenly he burst into tears. "I love you!
I love you! I love you!" he stammered.
"A row of red and white shirts hung on a line some distance away. The third shirt from the left had a b.u.t.ton off the neck. A cat on the rear steps of a cottage near the shirt was drinking milk from a platter. The north-east portion of the platter had a crack in it.
""Heloise!" Silvere was murmuring hoa.r.s.ely. He leaned toward her until his warm breath moved the curls on her neck. "Heloise!" murmured Jean."
"Young man," said an elderly gentleman with a dripping umbrella to the clerk with a blonde moustache, "have you any night-shirts open front and back? Eh? Night-shirts open front and back, I said. D"you hear, eh?
_Night-shirts open front and back._ Well, then, why didn"t you say so?
It would pay you to be a trifle more polite, young man. When you get as old as I am, you will find out that it pays to--what? I didn"t see you adding any column of figures. In that case I am sorry. You have no night-shirts open front and back, eh? Well, good-day."
As the elderly gentleman vanished, the clerk with a blonde moustache grasped the novel like some famished animal. He read on: "A peasant stood before the two children. He wrung his hands. "Have you seen a stray cow?" "No," cried the children in the same breath. The peasant wept. He wrung his hands. It was a supreme moment.
""She loves me!" cried Silvere to himself, as he changed his clothes for dinner.
"It was evening. The children sat by the fire-place. Heloise wore a gown of clinging white. She looked fresh, fair, innocent. Silvere was in raptures. "Ah, my G.o.d!"
"Old Jean, the peasant, saw nothing. He was mending harness. The fire crackled in the fire-place. The children loved each other. Through the open door to the kitchen came the sound of old Marie shrilly cursing the geese who wished to enter. In front of the window two pigs were quarrelling over a vegetable. Cattle were lowing in a distant field. A hay-waggon creaked slowly past. Thirty-two chickens were asleep in the branches of a tree. This subtle atmosphere had a mighty effect upon Heloise. It was beating down her self-control. She felt herself going.
She was choking.
"The young girl made an effort. She stood up. "Good-night, I must go."
Silvere took her hand. "Heloise," he murmured. Outside the two pigs were fighting.
"A warm blush overspread the young girl"s face. She turned wet eyes toward her lover. She looked fresh, fair, innocent. Silvere was maddened. "Ah, my G.o.d!"
"Suddenly the young girl began to tremble. She tried vainly to withdraw her hand. But her knee--"
"I wish to get my husband some shirts," said a shopping-woman with six bundles. The clerk with a blonde moustache made a private gesture of despair, and rapidly spread a score of different-patterned shirts upon the counter. "He"s very particular about his shirts," said the shopping-woman. "Oh, I don"t think any of these will do. Don"t you keep the Invincible brand? He only wears that kind. He says they fit him better. And he"s very particular about his shirts. What? You don"t keep them? No? Well, how much do you think they would come at?" "Haven"t the slightest idea." "Well, I suppose I must go somewhere else, then. Um, good-day."
The clerk with the blonde moustache was about to make further private gestures of despair, when the shopping-woman with six bundles turned and went out. His fingers instantly closed nervously over the book. He drew it from its hiding-place, and opened it at the place where he had ceased. His hungry eyes seemed to eat the words upon the page. He continued: "--struck cruelly against a chair. It seemed to awaken her.
She started. She burst from the young man"s arms. Outside the two pigs were grunting amiably.
"Silvere took his candle. He went toward his room. He was in despair.
"Ah, my G.o.d!"
"He met the young girl on the stairs. He took her hand. Tears were raining down his face. "Heloise!" he murmured.
"The young girl shivered. As Silvere put his arms about her, she faintly resisted. This embrace seemed to sap her life. She wished to die. Her thoughts flew back to the old well and the broken hayrakes at Pla.s.sans.
"The young girl looked fresh, fair, innocent "Heloise!" murmured Silvere. The children exchanged a long, clinging kiss. It seemed to unite their souls.
"The young girl was swooning. Her head sank on the young man"s shoulder.
There was nothing in s.p.a.ce except these warm kisses on her neck. Silvere enfolded her. "Ah, my G.o.d!""
"Say, young fellow," said a youth with a tilted cigar to the clerk with a blonde moustache, "where th"ll is Billie Carcart"s joint round here?
Know?"
"Next corner," said the clerk fiercely.
"Oh, th"ll," said the youth, "yehs needn"t git gay. See! When a feller asts a civil question yehs needn"t git gay. See! Th"ll!"
The youth stood and looked aggressive for a moment. Then he went away.
The clerk seemed almost to leap upon the book. His feverish fingers twirled the pages. When he found his place he glued his eyes to it. He read:
"Then a great flash of lightning illumined the hall-way. It threw livid hues over a row of flowerpots in the window-seat. Thunder shook the house to its foundation. From the kitchen arose the voice of old Marie in prayer.
"Heloise screamed. She wrenched herself from the young man"s arms. She sprang inside her room. She locked the door. She flung herself face downward on the bed. She burst into tears. She looked fresh, fair, innocent.
"The rain pattering upon the thatched roof sounded in the stillness like the footsteps of spirits. In the sky toward Paris there shone a crimson light.
"The chickens had all fallen from the tree. They stood, sadly, in a puddle. The two pigs were asleep under the porch.
"Upstairs, in the hall-way, Silvers was furious."
The clerk with a blonde moustache gave here a wild scream of disappointment. He madly hurled the novel with the picture on the cover from him. He stood up and said: "d.a.m.n!"
THE VICTORY OF THE MOON.
The Strong Man of the Hills lost his wife. Immediately he went abroad, calling aloud. The people all crouched afar in the dark of their huts, and cried to him when he was yet a long distance away: "No, no, great chief, we have not even seen the imprint of your wife"s sandal in the sand. If we had seen it, you would have found us bowed down in worship before the marks of her ten glorious brown toes, for we are but poor devils of Indians, and the grandeur of the sun rays on her hair would have turned our eyes to dust."
"Her toes are not brown. They are pink," said the Strong Man from the Hills. "Therefore do I believe that you speak the truth when you say you have not seen her, good little men of the valley. In this matter of her great loveliness, however, you speak a little too strongly. As she is no longer among my possessions, I have no mind to hear her praised.
Whereabouts is the best man of you?"
None of them had stomach for this honour at the time. They surmised that the Strong Man of the Hills had some plan for combat, and they knew that the best of them would have in this encounter only the strength of the meat in the grip of the fire. "Great King," they said, in one voice, "there is no best man here."
"How is this?" roared the Strong Man. "There must be one who excels. It is a law. Let him step forward then."
But they solemnly shook their heads. "There is no best man here."
The Strong Man turned upon them so furiously that many fell to the ground. "There must be one. Let him step forward." Shivering, they huddled together and tried, in their fear, to thrust each other toward the Strong Man.
At this time a young philosopher approached the throng slowly. The philosophers of that age were all young men in the full heat of life.
The old greybeards were, for the most part, very stupid, and were so accounted.