"And the negro?" asked Dawson. "How about him?"
"The negro, Mr. Dawson, if the histories say rightly, was an awful problem for a great many years. He had so many good points and so many bad that no one knew exactly what to do about him. Finally the sixty-third amendment was pa.s.sed, ordering his deportation to Africa. It seemed like a hardship at first, but in 2863 he pulled himself together, and to-day has a continent of his own. Africa is his, and when nations are at war together they hire their troops from Africa. They make splendid soldiers, you know."
"What"s become of Kruger and--er--Rhodes?" Dawson asked. "Turned black?"
James laughed. "Oh, Rhodes and Kruger! Why, as I remember it, they smashed each other. But that is ancient history, Mr. Dawson."
"Jove!" cried Dawson. "What changes!" And then an idea crossed his mind.
"James," said he, "pack up my luggage. We"ll go to London."
"Where?" asked James.
"To the British capital," returned Dawson.
"Very well, sir," said James. "I will buy return tickets for Calcutta at once, sir. Shall we go on the 1.10 or the 3.40? The 1.10 is an express, but the 3.40 has a buffet."
"Which is the quicker?" Dawson asked.
"The 3.40 goes through in thirty-five minutes, sir. The 1.10 does it in half an hour."
"Great Scott!" said Dawson. "I think, on the whole, James, I won"t try it until to-morrow. Calcutta, eh!" he added to himself. "James," he continued, "when did Calcutta become the British capital?"
"In 2964, sir," said James.
"And London?" queried Dawson.
"I don"t know much about those island towns, sir," said James. "It"s said that London was once the British capital, but sensible people don"t believe it much. Why, it hasn"t more than twenty million inhabitants, mostly tailors."
"And how many citizens does a modern city have to have, to amount to anything, James?" asked Dawson, faintly.
"Well," said James scratching his head reflectively, "one hundred and sixty or two hundred millions, according to the last census."
"And New York reaches to where?" Dawson asked, in a tentative manner.
"Oh, not very far. It"s only third, you know, in population. The last town annexed was Buffalo. The trouble with New York is that it has reached the limits of the State on every side. We"d make it bigger if we could, but Pennsylvania and Ohio and New Jersey won"t give up an inch; and Canada is very jealous of her old boundaries."
"Wisely," said Dawson. And then he chose to be sarcastic. "Why don"t they fill in the ocean with ashes and extend the city over the Atlantic, James? In an age of such marvellous growth so much waste s.p.a.ce should be utilized," he said.
"Oh, it is," returned the valet. "You, of course, know that all the West Indies are now connected by means of a cinder-track with the mainland?"
"And is the bicycle-path to the Azores built yet?" demanded Dawson, dryly.
"No, Mr. Dawson," replied James. "That was given up in 2947, when the patent balloon tires were invented, by means of which wheelmen can scorch wherever they choose to through s.p.a.ce, irrespective of roads."
Dawson gasped. "For Heaven"s sake, James," he cried, "I need air! Bring up the bodies, and let me get aboard one of "em and take a sleigh-ride in Central Park. I can"t stand this much longer."
The valet laughed heartily.
"Sleigh-rides have gone out in the Central Park, sir. When Mr. Bunkerton started his earth-heating-and-cooling plant snow was practically abolished hereabouts, Mr. Dawson," said he. "It"s never cold enough for snow--always about seventy degrees."
"Ah! The earth is heated from a central station, eh?" asked Dawson.
"Heated and cooled, sir. What with the hot and cold air running through flues from Vesuvius and the north pole into a central reservoir, an absolute mean temperature that never varies from one year"s end to another has been obtained. If you wish to take a sleigh-ride you"ll have to go to Mars, sir, and just at present the ships running both ways are crowded. They always are during the holiday season. I doubt if you could secure pa.s.sage for a week."
"Bring up the bodies!" roared Dawson. "I can"t express myself in this disembodied state. Mean temperature everywhere; income provided by government; no taxes; no poor; gold dumped into the cellar; houses built of silver; sleigh-riding at Mars. _Bring up the bodies!_ Do you hear?
The mere idea is wrecking my mind. Give me something physical, and give it to me quick."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THREE VILLANOUS-LOOKING BODIES, AND A FOURTH, WHICH DAWSON RECOGNIZED AS HIS OWN"]
Dawson"s emotion was so overpowering that the valet was really frightened, and he fled below, whence he shortly reappeared, pushing before him a small wheeling vehicle in which sat three villanous-looking bodies, and a fourth, which Dawson, with a gasp of relief, recognized as his own.
"I thought you said I had five of these things?" he demanded, inspecting the bodies.
"So you have, sir. The one you wear for evening, sir, is being pressed.
You fell asleep in it the other night, sir, and got it all wrinkled."
"That golf fellow"s a gay-looking prig!" laughed Dawson. "Let me try him on."
The valet stood the body up, and, opening a small door at the top of the skull, ingeniously concealed by the hair, invited Dawson to enter.
Without even knowing how it came about, Dawson soon found himself in full possession. Then he walked over to the gla.s.s and peered in at himself.
"Humph!" he said. "Not much to look at, am I? Bring me a driver."
James obeyed, and Dawson tried the swing.
"Why, the darned thing"s left-handed!" he said, after some awkward work.
"I don"t like that."
"You picked it out for yourself, sir," replied the valet. "You said a left-handed player always rattled the other man, and, besides, it was the only one you ever had that could keep its eye on the ball."
"Let me out! Let me out!" screamed Dawson. "I don"t like it, and I won"t have it. I"m suffocating. Open my head and let me out."
The valet unfastened the little door, and Dawson emerged. "What"s that tough-looking one for?" he asked, after a pause, during which his brain throbbed with the excitement of his novel experience.
"Prize-fights," said James.
"And the strange-looking thing that appears to have been designed for a fancy-dress ball?"
"n.o.body knows what you intended that for, Mr. Dawson. You had it sent up yourself from the bodydasher"s last week, sir."
"Well, take it away," roared Dawson. "This may be 3568, but I haven"t lost my self-respect entirely. Give it to--ah--give it to the children to play with."
"Really, Mr. Dawson," said the valet, anxiously, "wouldn"t I better ring up the President and have him send a doctor here from the Department of Physic? You seem all astray this morning. There aren"t any children any more, sir."
"Wha--what? No _children_?" cried Dawson.
"They were abolished three centuries ago, sir," explained the valet.