"That was a fine speech you made to-day, mister, but you might as well let up on that "propriation business. I ain"t askin" the state to give me nothin". I thought I had a picture to sell to it, but it wasn"t one. You said a heap of things about Grandfather Briscoe that makes me kind of proud I"m his grandson. Well, the Briscoes ain"t takin" presents from the state yet. Anybody can have the frame that wants it. Hit her up, boys."
Away scuttled the San Saba delegation out of the hall, down the steps, along the dusty street.
Halfway to the San Saba country they camped that night. At bedtime Lonny stole away from the campfire and sought Hot Tamales, placidly eating gra.s.s at the end of his stake rope. Lonny hung upon his neck, and his art aspirations went forth forever in one long, regretful sigh. But as he thus made renunciation his breath formed a word or two.
"You was the only one, Tamales, what seen anything in it. It _did_ look like a steer, didn"t it, old hoss?"
VII
PHOEBE
"You are a man of many novel adventures and varied enterprises," I said to Captain Patricio Malone. "Do you believe that the possible element of good luck or bad luck--if there is such a thing as luck--has influenced your career or persisted for or against you to such an extent that you were forced to attribute results to the operation of the aforesaid good luck or bad luck?"
This question (of almost the dull insolence of legal phraseology) was put while we sat in Rousselin"s little red-tiled cafe near Congo Square in New Orleans.
Brown-faced, white-hatted, finger-ringed captains of adventure came often to Rousselin"s for the cognac. They came from sea and land, and were chary of relating the things they had seen--not because they were more wonderful than the fantasies of the Ananiases of print, but because they were so different. And I was a perpetual wedding-guest, always striving to cast my b.u.t.tonhole over the finger of one of these mariners of fortune. This Captain Malone was a Hiberno-Iberian creole who had gone to and fro in the earth and walked up and down in it. He looked like any other well-dressed man of thirty-five whom you might meet, except that he was hopelessly weather-tanned, and wore on his chain an ancient ivory-and-gold Peruvian charm against evil, which has nothing at all to do with this story.
"My answer to your question," said the captain, smiling, "will be to tell you the story of Bad-Luck Kearny. That is, if you don"t mind hearing it."
My reply was to pound on the table for Rousselin.
"Strolling along Tchoupitoulas Street one night," began Captain Malone, "I noticed, without especially taxing my interest, a small man walking rapidly toward me. He stepped upon a wooden cellar door, crashed through it, and disappeared. I rescued him from a heap of soft coal below. He dusted himself briskly, swearing fluently in a mechanical tone, as an underpaid actor recites the gypsy"s curse.
Grat.i.tude and the dust in his throat seemed to call for fluids to clear them away. His desire for liquidation was expressed so heartily that I went with him to a cafe down the street where we had some vile vermouth and bitters.
"Looking across that little table I had my first clear sight of Francis Kearny. He was about five feet seven, but as tough as a cypress knee. His hair was darkest red, his mouth such a mere slit that you wondered how the flood of his words came rushing from it.
His eyes were the brightest and lightest blue and the hopefulest that I ever saw. He gave the double impression that he was at bay and that you had better not crowd him further.
""Just in from a gold-hunting expedition on the coast of Costa Rica," he explained. "Second mate of a banana steamer told me the natives were panning out enough from the beach sands to buy all the rum, red calico, and parlour melodeons in the world. The day I got there a syndicate named Incorporated Jones gets a government concession to all minerals from a given point. For a next choice I take coast fever and count green and blue lizards for six weeks in a gra.s.s hut. I had to be notified when I was well, for the reptiles were actually there. Then I shipped back as third cook on a Norwegian tramp that blew up her boiler two miles below Quarantine.
I was due to bust through that cellar door here to-night, so I hurried the rest of the way up the river, roustabouting on a lower coast packet that made up a landing for every fisherman that wanted a plug of tobacco. And now I"m here for what comes next. And it"ll be along, it"ll be along," said this queer Mr. Kearny; "it"ll be along on the beams of my bright but not very particular star."
"From the first the personality of Kearny charmed me. I saw in him the bold heart, the restless nature, and the valiant front against the buffets of fate that make his countrymen such valuable comrades in risk and adventure. And just then I was wanting such men. Moored at a fruit company"s pier I had a 500-ton steamer ready to sail the next day with a cargo of sugar, lumber, and corrugated iron for a port in--well, let us call the country Esperando--it has not been long ago, and the name of Patricio Malone is still spoken there when its unsettled politics are discussed. Beneath the sugar and iron were packed a thousand Winchester rifles. In Aguas Frias, the capital, Don Rafael Valdevia, Minister of War, Esperando"s greatest-hearted and most able patriot, awaited my coming. No doubt you have heard, with a smile, of the insignificant wars and uprisings in those little tropic republics. They make but a faint clamour against the din of great nations" battles; but down there, under all the ridiculous uniforms and petty diplomacy and senseless countermarching and intrigue, are to be found statesmen and patriots. Don Rafael Valdevia was one. His great ambition was to raise Esperando into peace and honest prosperity and the respect of the serious nations. So he waited for my rifles in Aguas Frias. But one would think I am trying to win a recruit in you! No; it was Francis Kearny I wanted. And so I told him, speaking long over our execrable vermouth, breathing the stifling odour from garlic and tarpaulins, which, as you know, is the distinctive flavour of cafes in the lower slant of our city. I spoke of the tyrant President Cruz and the burdens that his greed and insolent cruelty laid upon the people. And at that Kearny"s tears flowed. And then I dried them with a picture of the fat rewards that would be ours when the oppressor should be overthrown and the wise and generous Valdevia in his seat. Then Kearny leaped to his feet and wrung my hand with the strength of a roustabout. He was mine, he said, till the last minion of the hated despot was hurled from the highest peaks of the Cordilleras into the sea.
"I paid the score, and we went out. Near the door Kearny"s elbow overturned an upright gla.s.s showcase, smashing it into little bits.
I paid the storekeeper the price he asked.
""Come to my hotel for the night," I said to Kearny. "We sail to-morrow at noon."
"He agreed; but on the sidewalk he fell to cursing again in the dull monotonous way that he had done when I pulled him out of the coal cellar.
""Captain," said he, "before we go any further, it"s no more than fair to tell you that I"m known from Baffin"s Bay to Terra del Fuego as "Bad-Luck" Kearny. And I"m It. Everything I get into goes up in the air except a balloon. Every bet I ever made I lost except when I coppered it. Every boat I ever sailed on sank except the submarines.
Everything I was ever interested in went to pieces except a patent bombsh.e.l.l that I invented. Everything I ever took hold of and tried to run I ran into the ground except when I tried to plough. And that"s why they call me Bad-Luck Kearny. I thought I"d tell you."
""Bad luck," said I, "or what goes by that name, may now and then tangle the affairs of any man. But if it persists beyond the estimate of what we may call the "averages" there must be a cause for it."
""There is," said Kearny emphatically, "and when we walk another square I will show it to you."
"Surprised, I kept by his side until we came to Ca.n.a.l Street and out into the middle of its great width.
"Kearny seized me by an arm and pointed a tragic forefinger at a rather brilliant star that shone steadily about thirty degrees above the horizon.
""That"s Saturn," said he, "the star that presides over bad luck and evil and disappointment and nothing doing and trouble. I was born under that star. Every move I make, up bobs Saturn and blocks it.
He"s the hoodoo planet of the heavens. They say he"s 73,000 miles in diameter and no solider of body than split-pea soup, and he"s got as many disreputable and malignant rings as Chicago. Now, what kind of a star is that to be born under?"
"I asked Kearny where he had obtained all this astonishing knowledge.
""From Azrath, the great astrologer of Cleveland, Ohio," said he.
"That man looked at a gla.s.s ball and told me my name before I"d taken a chair. He prophesied the date of my birth and death before I"d said a word. And then he cast my horoscope, and the sidereal system socked me in the solar plexus. It was bad luck for Francis Kearny from A to Izard and for his friends that were implicated with him. For that I gave up ten dollars. This Azrath was sorry, but he respected his profession too much to read the heavens wrong for any man. It was night time, and he took me out on a balcony and gave me a free view of the sky. And he showed me which Saturn was, and how to find it in different balconies and longitudes.
""But Saturn wasn"t all. He was only the man higher up. He furnishes so much bad luck that they allow him a gang of deputy sparklers to help hand it out. They"re circulating and revolving and hanging around the main supply all the time, each one throwing the hoodoo on his own particular district.
""You see that ugly little red star about eight inches above and to the right of Saturn?" Kearny asked me. "Well, that"s her. That"s Phoebe. She"s got me in charge. "By the day of your birth," says Azrath to me, "your life is subjected to the influence of Saturn. By the hour and minute of it you must dwell under the sway and direct authority of Phoebe, the ninth satellite." So said this Azrath."
Kearny shook his fist violently skyward. "Curse her, she"s done her work well," said he. "Ever since I was astrologized, bad luck has followed me like my shadow, as I told you. And for many years before. Now, Captain, I"ve told you my handicap as a man should. If you"re afraid this evil star of mine might cripple your scheme, leave me out of it."
"I rea.s.sured Kearny as well as I could. I told him that for the time we would banish both astrology and astronomy from our heads. The manifest valour and enthusiasm of the man drew me. "Let us see what a little courage and diligence will do against bad luck," I said.
"We will sail to-morrow for Esperando."
"Fifty miles down the Mississippi our steamer broke her rudder. We sent for a tug to tow us back and lost three days. When we struck the blue waters of the Gulf, all the storm clouds of the Atlantic seemed to have concentrated above us. We thought surely to sweeten those leaping waves with our sugar, and to stack our arms and lumber on the floor of the Mexican Gulf.
"Kearny did not seek to cast off one iota of the burden of our danger from the shoulders of his fatal horoscope. He weathered every storm on deck, smoking a black pipe, to keep which alight rain and sea-water seemed but as oil. And he shook his fist at the black clouds behind which his baleful star winked its unseen eye. When the skies cleared one evening, he reviled his malignant guardian with grim humour.
""On watch, aren"t you, you red-headed vixen? Out making it hot for little Francis Kearny and his friends, according to Hoyle. Twinkle, twinkle, little devil! You"re a lady, aren"t you?--d.o.g.g.i.ng a man with your bad luck just because he happened to be born while your boss was floorwalker. Get busy and sink the ship, you one-eyed banshee. Phoebe! H"m! Sounds as mild as a milkmaid. You can"t judge a woman by her name. Why couldn"t I have had a man star? I can"t make the remarks to Phoebe that I could to a man. Oh, Phoebe, you be--blasted!"
"For eight days gales and squalls and waterspouts beat us from our course. Five days only should have landed us in Esperando. Our Jonah swallowed the bad credit of it with appealing frankness; but that scarcely lessened the hardships our cause was made to suffer.
"At last one afternoon we steamed into the calm estuary of the little Rio Escondido. Three miles up this we crept, feeling for the shallow channel between the low banks that were crowded to the edge with gigantic trees and riotous vegetation. Then our whistle gave a little toot, and in five minutes we heard a shout, and Carlos--my brave Carlos Quintana--crashed through the tangled vines waving his cap madly for joy.
"A hundred yards away was his camp, where three hundred chosen patriots of Esperando were awaiting our coming. For a month Carlos had been drilling them there in the tactics of war, and filling them with the spirit of revolution and liberty.
""My Captain--_compadre mio!_" shouted Carlos, while yet my boat was being lowered. "You should see them in the drill by _companies_--in the column wheel--in the march by fours--they are superb! Also in the manual of arms--but, alas! performed only with sticks of bamboo.
The guns, _capitan_--say that you have brought the guns!"
""A thousand Winchesters, Carlos," I called to him. "And two Gatlings."
""_Valgame Dios!_" he cried, throwing his cap in the air. "We shall sweep the world!"
"At that moment Kearny tumbled from the steamer"s side into the river. He could not swim, so the crew threw him a rope and drew him back aboard. I caught his eye and his look of pathetic but still bright and undaunted consciousness of his guilty luck. I told myself that although he might be a man to shun, he was also one to be admired.
"I gave orders to the sailing-master that the arms, ammunition, and provisions were to be landed at once. That was easy in the steamer"s boats, except for the two Gatling guns. For their transportation ash.o.r.e we carried a stout flatboat, brought for the purpose in the steamer"s hold.
"In the meantime I walked with Carlos to the camp and made the soldiers a little speech in Spanish, which they received with enthusiasm; and then I had some wine and a cigarette in Carlos"s tent. Later we walked back to the river to see how the unloading was being conducted.
"The small arms and provisions were already ash.o.r.e, and the petty officers and squads of men conveying them to camp. One Gatling had been safely landed; the other was just being hoisted over the side of the vessel as we arrived. I noticed Kearny darting about on board, seeming to have the ambition of ten men, and doing the work of five. I think his zeal bubbled over when he saw Carlos and me. A rope"s end was swinging loose from some part of the tackle. Kearny leaped impetuously and caught it. There was a crackle and a hiss and a smoke of scorching hemp, and the Gatling dropped straight as a plummet through the bottom of the flatboat and buried itself in twenty feet of water and five feet of river mud.
"I turned my back on the scene. I heard Carlos"s loud cries as if from some extreme grief too poignant for words. I heard the complaining murmur of the crew and the maledictions of Torres, the sailing master--I could not bear to look.