"Ah! Ya.s.s, I play her ag"in! You want know whan ole Pastropbon play her ag"in? One doze fine mawning--mebbee--dat sun--going rise hisself in de wes". Well: when ole Pastropbon see dat, he play dat lott"ree ag"in. But biffo" he see dat"--He flirted his thumb.
Not many days later a sudden bereavement brought our junior partner back from Europe and I took my family North for a more stimulating air. Before I went I called on my St. Peter Street friend to say that during my absence either of my partners would fulfil any wish of his concerning the money. In his wife"s sewing-basket in the back room I noticed a batch of unopened letters, and ventured a question which had been in my mind for several days.
"Manouvrier, you must get a host of letters these days from people who think you ought to help them because you have got money and they haven"t.
Do you read them?"
"Naw!" He gave me his back, bending suddenly over some real or pretended work. "I read some--first day. Since dat time I give "em to old woman-- wash hand--go to work ag"in--naw use."
"Ah! no use?" piped up the soft-voiced wife. "I use them to light those fire to cook those soup." But I felt the absence of her accustomed laugh.
"Well, it"s there whenever you want it," I said to the husband as I was leaving.
"What?" The tone of the response was harsh. "What is where?"
"Why, the money. It"s in the bank."
"Hah!" he said, with a contemptuous smile and finished with his thumb.
That was the first time I ever saw a thumb swear. But in a moment his kindly gravity was on him again and he said, "Daz all right; I come git her some day."
VI
I did not get back to New Orleans till late in the fall. In the office they told me that Manouvrier had been in twice to see if I had returned, and they had promised to send him word of my arrival. But I said no, and went to see him.
I found new lines of care on his brow, but the old kindness was still in his eye. We exchanged a few words of greeting and inquiry, and then there came a pause, which I broke.
"Well, stuffing birds better than ever, I suppose."
"Naw," he looked around upon his work, "I dawn"t think. I dunno if I stoff him quite so good like biffo"." Another pause. Then, "I think I mek out what I do wid doze money now."
"Indeed," said I, and noticed that his face was averted from his wife.
She lifted her eyes to his broad back with a quizzical smile, glanced at me knowingly, and dropped them again upon her sewing, sighed:
"Ah-bah!" Then she suddenly glanced at me with a pretty laugh and added, "Since all that time he dunno what he goin" to make with it. If he trade with it I thing he don"t stoff bird no mo", and I thing he lose it bis-ide--ha, ha, ha!--and if he keep it all time lock in doze bank I thing, he j.i.z. well not have it." She laughed again.
But he quite ignored her and resumed, as if out of a revery, "Ya.s.s, at de las" I mek dat out." And the wife interrupted him in a tone that was like the content of a singing hen.
"I think it don"t worth while to leave it to our chillun, en"t it?"
"Ah!" said the husband, entirely to me, "daz de troub"! You see?--we dawn"t got some ba-bee"! Dat neveh arrive to her. G.o.d know" da.s.s not de fault of us."
"Ya.s.s," put in his partner, smiling to her needle, "the good G.o.d know"
that verrie well." And the pair exchanged a look of dove-like fondness.
"Ya.s.s," Manouvrier mused aloud once more, "I think I build my ole woman one fine house."
"Ah! I don"t want!"
"But ya.s.s! Foudre tonnerre! how I goin" spend her else? w"iskee? hosses?
women? what da dev"l! Naw, I build a fine "ouse. You see! she want dat house bad enough when she see her. Ya.s.s; fifty t"ousan" dollah faw house and twenty-five t"ousan""--he whisked his thumb at me and I said for him,
"Yes, twenty-five thousand at interest to keep up the establishment."
"Ya.s.s. Den if Pastropbon go first to dat boneyard--" And out went his thumb again, while his hairy lip curled at the grim prospect of beating Fate the second time, and as badly, in the cemetery, as the first time, in the lottery.
He built the house--farther down town and much farther from the river.
Both husband and wife found a daily delight in watching its slow rise and progress. In the room behind the shop he still plied his art and she her needle as they had done all their married life, with never an inroad upon their accustomed hours except the calls of the shop itself; but on every golden morning of that luxurious summer-land, for a little while before the carpenters and plasterers arrived and dragged off their coats, the pair spent a few moments wandering through and about the building together, she with her hen-like crooning, he with his unsmiling face.
Yet they never showed the faintest desire to see the end. The contractor dawdled by the month. I never saw such dillydallying. They only abetted it, and when once he brought an absurd and unasked-for excuse to the taxidermist"s shop, its proprietor said--first shutting the door between them and the wife in the inner room:
"Tek yo" time. Mo" sloweh she grow, mo" longeh she stan"."
I doubt that either Manouvrier or his wife hinted to the other the true reason for their apathy. But I guessed it, only too easily, and felt its pang. It was that with the occupancy and care of the house must begin the wife"s absence from her old seat beside her husband at his work.
Another thing troubled me. I did persuade him to put fittings into his cistern which fire-engines could use in case of emergency, but he would not insure the building.
"Naw! Luck bring me dat--I let luck take care of her."
"Ah! ya.s.s," chimed the wife, "yet still I think mebbee the good G.o.d tell luck where to bring her. I"m shoe he got fing-er in that pie."
"Ah-ha? Daz all right! If G.o.d want to burn his own fing-er----"
At length the house was finished and was beautiful within and without. It was of two and a half stories, broad and with many rooms. Two s.p.a.cious halls crossed each other, and there were wide verandas front and back, and a finished and latticed bas.e.m.e.nt. The bas.e.m.e.nt and the entire grounds, except a few bright flower-borders, were flagged, as was also the sidewalk, with the manufactured stone which in that nearly frostless climate makes such a perfect and beautiful pavement, and on this fair surface fell the large shadows of laburnum, myrtle, orange, oleander, sweet-olive, mespelus, and banana, which the taxidermist had not spared expense to transplant here in the leafy prime of their full growth.
Then almost as slowly the dwelling was furnished. In this the brother-in- law"s widow co-operated, and when it was completed Manouvrier suggested her living in it a few days so that his wife might herself move in as leisurely as she chose. And six months later, there, in the old back room in St. Peter Street, the wife still sat sewing and now and then saying small, wise, dispa.s.sionate things to temper the warmth of her partner"s more artistic emotions. Every fair day, about the hour of sunset, they went to see the new house. It was plain they loved it; loved it only less than their old life; but only the brother-in-law"s widow lived in it.
VII
I happened about this time to be acting as president of an insurance company on Ca.n.a.l Street. Summer was coming in again. One hot sunny day, when the wind was high and gusty, the secretary was remarking to me what sad ruin it might work if fire should start among the frame tenement cottages which made up so many neighborhoods that were dest.i.tute of watermains, when right at our ear the gong sounded for just such a region and presently engine after engine came thundering and smoking by our open windows. Fire had broken out in the street where Manouvrier"s new house stood, four squares from that house, but straight to windward of it.
We knew only too well, without being there to witness, that our firemen would find nothing with which to fight the flames except a few shallow wells of surface water and the wooden rain-water cisterns above ground, and that both these sources were almost worthless owing to a drouth. A man came in and sat telling me of his new device for lessening the risks of fire.
"Where?" asked I, quickly.
"Why, as I was saying, on steamboats loaded with cotton."
"Oh, yes," said I, "I understand." But I did not. For the life of me I couldn"t make sense of what he said. I kept my eyes laboriously in his face, but all I could see was a vision of burning cottages; hook-and- ladder-men pulling down sheds and fences; ruined cisterns letting just enough water into door-yards and street-gutters to make sloppy walking; fire-engines standing idle and dropping cinders into their own puddles in a kind of shame for their little worth; here and there one furiously sucking at an exhausted well while its firemen stood with scorching faces holding the nozzles almost in the flames and cursing the stream of dribbling mud that fell short of their gallant endeavor. I seemed to see streets populous with the sensation-seeking crowd; sidewalks and alleys filled with bedding, chairs, bureaus, baskets of crockery and calico clothing with lamps spilling into them, cheap looking-gla.s.ses unexpectedly answering your eye with the boldness of an outcast girl, broken tables, pictures of the Virgin, overturned stoves, and all the dear mantlepiece trash which but an hour before had been the pride of the toiling housewife, and the adornment of the laborer"s home.
"Where can I see this apparatus?" I asked my patient interviewer.