They are still going.
Professor Jane Bottomly was wished on us out of a pleasant April sky. She fell like a meteoric ma.s.s of molten metal upon the Bronx Park Zoological Society splashing her excoriating personality over everybody until everybody writhed.
I had not yet seen the lady. I did not care to. Sooner or later I"d be obliged to meet her but I was not impatient.
Now the Field Expeditionary Force of the Bronx Park Zoological Society is, perhaps, the most important arm of the service. Professor Bottomly had just been appointed official head of all field work. Why? n.o.body knew. It is true that she had written several combination nature and love romances. In these popular volumes trees, flowers, b.u.t.terflies, birds, animals, dialect, sobs, and sun-bonnets were stirred up together into a saccharine mess eagerly gulped down by a provincial reading public, which immediately protruded its tongue for more.
The news of her impending arrival among us was an awful blow to everybody at the Bronx. Professor Farrago fainted in the arms of his pretty stenographer; Professor Cornelius Lezard of the Batrachian Department ran around his desk all day long in narrowing circles and was discovered on his stomach still feebly squirming like an expiring top; Dr. Hans Fooss, our beloved Professor of Pachydermatology sat for hours weeping into his noodle soup. As for me, I was both furious and frightened, for, within the hearing of several people, Professor Bottomly had remarked in a very clear voice to her new a.s.sistant, Dr. Daisy Delmour, that she intended to get rid of me for the good of the Bronx because of my reputation for indiscreet gallantry among the feminine employees of the Bronx Society.
Professor Lezard overhead that outrageous remark and he hastened to repeat it to me.
I was lunching at the time in my private office in the Administration Building with Dr. Hans Fooss--he and I being too busy dissecting an unusually fine specimen of Dingue to go to the Rolling Stone Inn for luncheon--when Professor Lezard rushed in with the scandalous libel still sizzling in his ears.
"Everybody heard her say it!" he went on, wringing his hands. "It was a most unfortunate thing for anybody to say about you before all those young ladies. Every stenographer and typewriter there turned pale and then red."
"What!" I exclaimed, conscious that my own ears were growing large and hot. "Did that outrageous woman have the bad taste to say such a thing before all those sensitive girls!"
"She did. She glared at them when she said it. Several blondes and one brunette began to cry."
"I hope," said I, a trifle tremulously, "that no typewriter so far forgot herself as to admit noticing playfulness on my part."
"They all were tearfully unanimous in declaring you to be a perfect gentleman!"
"I am," I said. "I am also a married man--irrevocably wedded to science.
I desire no other spouse. I am ineligible; and everybody knows it. If at times a purely scientific curiosity leads me into a detached and impersonally psychological investigation of certain--ah--feminine idiosyncrasies--"
"Certainly," said Lezard. "To investigate the feminine is more than a science; it is a duty!"
"Of a surety!" nodded Dr. Fooss.
I looked proudly upon my two loyal friends and bit into my cheese sandwich. Only men know men. A jury of my peers had exonerated me. What did I care for Professor Bottomly!
"All the same," added Lezard, "you"d better be careful or Professor Bottomly will put one over on you yet."
"I am always careful," I said with dignity.
"All men should be. It is the only protection of a defenseless coast line," nodded Lezard.
"Und neffer, neffer commid nodding to paper," added Dr. Fooss. "Don"d neffer write it, "I lofe you like I was going to blow up alretty!" Ach, nein! Don"d you write down somedings. Effery man he iss ent.i.tled to protection; und so iss it he iss protected."
Stein in hand he beamed upon us benevolently over his knifeful of sauerfisch, then he fed himself and rammed it down with a hearty draught of Pilsner. We gazed with reverence upon Kultur as embodied in this great Teuton.
"That woman," remarked Lezard to me, "certainly means to get rid of you.
It seems to me that there are only two possible ways for you to hold down your job at the Bronx. You know it, don"t you?"
I nodded. "Yes," I said; "either I must pay marked masculine attention to Professor Bottomly or I must manage to put one over on her."
"Of course," said Lezard, "the first method is the easier for _you_--"
"Not for a minute!" I said, hastily; "I simply couldn"t become frolicsome with her. You say she"s got a voice like a drill-sergeant and she goose-steps when she walks; and I don"t mind admitting she has me badly scared already. No; she must be scientifically ruined. It is the only method which makes her elimination certain."
"But if her popular nature books didn"t ruin her scientifically, how can we hope to lead her astray?" inquired Lezard.
"There is," I said, thoughtfully, "only one thing that can really ruin a scientist. Ridicule! I have braved it many a time, taking my scientific life in my hands in pursuit of unknown specimens which might have proved only imaginary. Public ridicule would have ended my scientific career in such an event. I know of no better way to end Professor Bottomly"s scientific career and capability for mischief than to start her out after something which doesn"t exist, inform the newspapers, and let her suffer the agonising consequences."
Dr. Fooss began to shout:
"The idea iss schon! colossal! prachtvol! ausgezeichnet! wunderbar!
wunderschon! gemutlich--" A large, tough noodle checked him. While he labored with Teutonic imperturbability to master it Lezard and I exchanged suggestions regarding the proposed annihilation of this fearsome woman who had come ravening among us amid the peaceful and soporific environment of Bronx Park.
It was a dreadful thing for us to have our balmy Lotus-eaters" paradise so startlingly invaded by a large, loquacious, loud-voiced lady who had already stirred us all out of our agreeable, traditional and leisurely inertia. Inertia begets cogitation, and cogitation begets ideas, and ideas beget reflexion, and profound reflexion is the fundamental cornerstone of that immortal temple in which the G.o.ddess Science sits asleep between her dozing sisters, Custom and Religion.
This thought seemed to me so unusually beautiful that I wrote it with a pencil upon my cuff.
While I was writing it, quietly happy in the deep pleasure that my intellectual allegory afforded me, Dr. Fooss swabbed the last morsel of nourishment from his plate with a wad of rye bread, then bolting the bread and wiping his beard with his fingers and his fingers on his waistcoat, he made several guttural observations too profoundly German to be immediately intelligible, and lighted his porcelain pipe.
"Ach wa.s.s!" he remarked in ruminative fashion. "Dot Frauenzimmer she iss to raise h.e.l.l alretty determined. Von Pachydermatology she knows nodding.
Maybe she leaves me alone, maybe it is to be "raus mit me. I" weis" ni"!
It iss aber besser one over on dat lady to put, yess?"
"It certainly is advisable," replied Lezard.
"Let us try to think of something sufficiently disastrous to terminate her scientific career," said I. And I bowed my rather striking head and rested the point of my forefinger upon my forehead. Thought crystallises more quickly for me when I a.s.sume this att.i.tude.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lezard fold his arms and sit frowning at infinity.
Dr. Fooss lay back in a big, deeply padded armchair and closed his prominent eyes. His pipe went out presently, and now and then he made long-drawn nasal remarks, in German, too complicated for either Lezard or for me to entirely comprehend.
"We must try to get her as far away from here as possible," mused Lezard.
"Is Oyster Bay _too_ far and too cruel?"
I pondered darkly upon the suggestion. But it seemed unpleasantly like murder.
"Lezard," said I, "come, let us reason together. Now _what_ is woman"s besetting emotion?"
"Curiosity?"
"Very well; a.s.suming that to be true, what--ah--quality particularly characterizes woman when so beset."
"Ruthless determination."
"Then," said I, "we ought to begin my exciting the curiosity of Professor Bottomly; and her ruthless determination to satisfy that curiosity should logically follow."
"How," he asked, "are we to arouse her curiosity?"
"By pretending that we have knowledge of something hitherto undiscovered, the discovery of which would redound to our scientific glory."
"I see. She"d want the glory for herself. She"d swipe it."