Rushmore Coglan, citizen of the terrestrial sphere."
My cosmopolite made a large adieu and left me, for he thought he saw some one through the chatter and smoke whom he knew. So I was left with the would-be periwinkle, who was reduced to Wurzburger without further ability to voice his aspirations to perch, melodious, upon the summit of a valley.
I sat reflecting upon my evident cosmopolite and wondering how the poet had managed to miss him. He was my discovery and I believed in him. How was it? "The men that breed from them they traffic up and down, but cling to their cities" hem as a child to the mother"s gown."
Not so E. Rushmore Coglan. With the whole world for his--
My meditations were interrupted by a tremendous noise and conflict in another part of the cafe. I saw above the heads of the seated patrons E.
Rushmore Coglan and a stranger to me engaged in terrific battle. They fought between the tables like t.i.tans, and gla.s.ses crashed, and men caught their hats up and were knocked down, and a brunette screamed, and a blonde began to sing "Teasing."
My cosmopolite was sustaining the pride and reputation of the Earth when the waiters closed in on both combatants with their famous flying wedge formation and bore them outside, still resisting.
I called McCarthy, one of the French _garcons_, and asked him the cause of the conflict.
"The man with the red tie" (that was my cosmopolite), said he, "got hot on account of things said about the b.u.m sidewalks and water supply of the place he come from by the other guy."
"Why," said I, bewildered, "that man is a citizen of the world--a cosmopolite. He--"
"Originally from Mattawamkeag, Maine, he said," continued McCarthy, "and he wouldn"t stand for no knockin" the place."
BETWEEN ROUNDS
The May moon shone bright upon the private boarding-house of Mrs.
Murphy. By reference to the almanac a large amount of territory will be discovered upon which its rays also fell. Spring was in its heydey, with hay fever soon to follow. The parks were green with new leaves and buyers for the Western and Southern trade. Flowers and summer-resort agents were blowing; the air and answers to Lawson were growing milder; hand-organs, fountains and pinochle were playing everywhere.
The windows of Mrs. Murphy"s boarding-house were open. A group of boarders were seated on the high stoop upon round, flat mats like German pancakes.
In one of the second-floor front windows Mrs. McCaskey awaited her husband. Supper was cooling on the table. Its heat went into Mrs.
McCaskey.
At nine Mr. McCaskey came. He carried his coat on his arm and his pipe in his teeth; and he apologised for disturbing the boarders on the steps as he selected spots of stone between them on which to set his size 9, width Ds.
As he opened the door of his room he received a surprise. Instead of the usual stove-lid or potato-masher for him to dodge, came only words.
Mr. McCaskey reckoned that the benign May moon had softened the breast of his spouse.
"I heard ye," came the oral subst.i.tutes for kitchenware. "Ye can apollygise to riff-raff of the streets for settin" yer unhandy feet on the tails of their frocks, but ye"d walk on the neck of yer wife the length of a clothes-line without so much as a "Kiss me fut," and I"m sure it"s that long from rubberin" out the windy for ye and the victuals cold such as there"s money to buy after drinkin" up yer wages at Gallegher"s every Sat.u.r.day evenin", and the gas man here twice to-day for his."
"Woman!" said Mr. McCaskey, dashing his coat and hat upon a chair, "the noise of ye is an insult to me appet.i.te. When ye run down politeness ye take the mortar from between the bricks of the foundations of society.
"Tis no more than exercisin" the acrimony of a gentleman when ye ask the dissent of ladies blockin" the way for steppin" between them. Will ye bring the pig"s face of ye out of the windy and see to the food?"
Mrs. McCaskey arose heavily and went to the stove. There was something in her manner that warned Mr. McCaskey. When the corners of her mouth went down suddenly like a barometer it usually foretold a fall of crockery and tinware.
"Pig"s face, is it?" said Mrs. McCaskey, and hurled a stewpan full of bacon and turnips at her lord.
Mr. McCaskey was no novice at repartee. He knew what should follow the entree. On the table was a roast sirloin of pork, garnished with shamrocks. He retorted with this, and drew the appropriate return of a bread pudding in an earthen dish. A hunk of Swiss cheese accurately thrown by her husband struck Mrs. McCaskey below one eye. When she replied with a well-aimed coffee-pot full of a hot, black, semi-fragrant liquid the battle, according to courses, should have ended.
But Mr. McCaskey was no 50-cent _table d"hoter_. Let cheap Bohemians consider coffee the end, if they would. Let them make that _faux pas_.
He was foxier still. Finger-bowls were not beyond the compa.s.s of his experience. They were not to be had in the Pension Murphy; but their equivalent was at hand. Triumphantly he sent the granite-ware wash basin at the head of his matrimonial adversary. Mrs. McCaskey dodged in time. She reached for a flatiron, with which, as a sort of cordial, she hoped to bring the gastronomical duel to a close. But a loud, wailing scream downstairs caused both her and Mr. McCaskey to pause in a sort of involuntary armistice.
On the sidewalk at the corner of the house Policeman Cleary was standing with one ear upturned, listening to the crash of household utensils.
""Tis Jawn McCaskey and his missis at it again," meditated the policeman. "I wonder shall I go up and stop the row. I will not. Married folks they are; and few pleasures they have. "Twill not last long. Sure, they"ll have to borrow more dishes to keep it up with."
And just then came the loud scream below-stairs, betokening fear or dire extremity. ""Tis probably the cat," said Policeman Cleary, and walked hastily in the other direction.
The boarders on the steps were fluttered. Mr. Toomey, an insurance solicitor by birth and an investigator by profession, went inside to a.n.a.lyse the scream. He returned with the news that Mrs. Murphy"s little boy, Mike, was lost. Following the messenger, out bounced Mrs.
Murphy--two hundred pounds in tears and hysterics, clutching the air and howling to the sky for the loss of thirty pounds of freckles and mischief. Bathos, truly; but Mr. Toomey sat down at the side of Miss Purdy, millinery, and their hands came together in sympathy. The two old maids, Misses Walsh, who complained every day about the noise in the halls, inquired immediately if anybody had looked behind the clock.
Major Grigg, who sat by his fat wife on the top step, arose and b.u.t.toned his coat. "The little one lost?" he exclaimed. "I will scour the city."
His wife never allowed him out after dark. But now she said: "Go, Ludovic!" in a baritone voice. "Whoever can look upon that mother"s grief without springing to her relief has a heart of stone." "Give me some thirty or--sixty cents, my love," said the Major. "Lost children sometimes stray far. I may need carfares."
Old man Denny, hall room, fourth floor back, who sat on the lowest step, trying to read a paper by the street lamp, turned over a page to follow up the article about the carpenters" strike. Mrs. Murphy shrieked to the moon: "Oh, ar-r-Mike, f"r Gawd"s sake, where is me little bit av a boy?"
"When"d ye see him last?" asked old man Denny, with one eye on the report of the Building Trades League.
"Oh," wailed Mrs. Murphy, ""twas yisterday, or maybe four hours ago!
I dunno. But it"s lost he is, me little boy Mike. He was playin" on the sidewalk only this mornin"--or was it Wednesday? I"m that busy with work, "tis hard to keep up with dates. But I"ve looked the house over from top to cellar, and it"s gone he is. Oh, for the love av Hiven--"
Silent, grim, colossal, the big city has ever stood against its revilers. They call it hard as iron; they say that no pulse of pity beats in its bosom; they compare its streets with lonely forests and deserts of lava. But beneath the hard crust of the lobster is found a delectable and luscious food. Perhaps a different simile would have been wiser. Still, n.o.body should take offence. We would call no one a lobster without good and sufficient claws.
No calamity so touches the common heart of humanity as does the straying of a little child. Their feet are so uncertain and feeble; the ways are so steep and strange.
Major Griggs hurried down to the corner, and up the avenue into Billy"s place. "Gimme a rye-high," he said to the servitor. "Haven"t seen a bow-legged, dirty-faced little devil of a six-year-old lost kid around here anywhere, have you?"
Mr. Toomey retained Miss Purdy"s hand on the steps. "Think of that dear little babe," said Miss Purdy, "lost from his mother"s side--perhaps already fallen beneath the iron hoofs of galloping steeds--oh, isn"t it dreadful?"
"Ain"t that right?" agreed Mr. Toomey, squeezing her hand. "Say I start out and help look for um!"
"Perhaps," said Miss Purdy, "you should. But, oh, Mr. Toomey, you are so dashing--so reckless--suppose in your enthusiasm some accident should befall you, then what--"
Old man Denny read on about the arbitration agreement, with one finger on the lines.
In the second floor front Mr. and Mrs. McCaskey came to the window to recover their second wind. Mr. McCaskey was scooping turnips out of his vest with a crooked forefinger, and his lady was wiping an eye that the salt of the roast pork had not benefited. They heard the outcry below, and thrust their heads out of the window.
""Tis little Mike is lost," said Mrs. McCaskey, in a hushed voice, "the beautiful, little, trouble-making angel of a gossoon!"
"The bit of a boy mislaid?" said Mr. McCaskey, leaning out of the window. "Why, now, that"s bad enough, entirely. The childer, they be different. If "twas a woman I"d be willin", for they leave peace behind "em when they go."
Disregarding the thrust, Mrs. McCaskey caught her husband"s arm.
"Jawn," she said, sentimentally, "Missis Murphy"s little bye is lost.
"Tis a great city for losing little boys. Six years old he was. Jawn, "tis the same age our little bye would have been if we had had one six years ago."