"I see now. Well, can"t you hammer out something?"
"I must try. Let me see. How will "Sub-Treasury" do?"
"Capital! "Graves" Sub-Treasury" will be just the thing. You see, the young-fellows will say--"Why, what kind of a new drink is this they"ve been getting up, down at the Harmony House?"
""I don"t know--What is it?"
""The Sub-Treasury, they call it."
""Have you tried it yet?"
""No."
""Well, come, let"s give him a call. Novelty, you know, is the order of the day."
"That"s the way these matters work, Mr. Graves. But how are you going to make it?"
"I"ve not thought of that. But anything will do. Liquor tastes good to "em any way you choose to fix it."
"True enough. You can leave that part to me. I"ll hatch up something that will tickle as it goes down, and make "em wish their throats were a mile long, that they might taste it all the way."
"Have you tried Graves" new drink yet, Joe?" asked one young man of another, a day or two after the conversation just noted took place.
"No.--What is it?"
"Sub-Treasury."
"Sub-Treasury? That must be something new. I wonder what it is?"
"I"ve just been wondering the same thing. Suppose we go down and try it."
"I was about swearing off from ever tasting another drop of liquor.
But, I believe I will try a "Sub-Treasury" with you, just for the fun of the thing."
"Well, come along then."
And so the two started off for the Harmony House.
"Give us a couple of Sub-Treasuries," said one of them as they entered; and forthwith a couple of gla.s.ses filled with mixed liquors, crushed ice, lemonpeel, and snow-white sugar, were prepared, and a straw placed in each, through which the young men "imbibed" the new compound.
"Really, this is fine, Nelson!" said the one, called Joe, smacking his lips.
"It is, indeed. You"ll make your fortune out of this, Graves."
"Do you think so?" the pleased liquor-seller responded, with a broad smile of satisfaction.
"I"ve not the least doubt of it," Joe, or Joseph Bancroft, said,--"I had half resolved to join the temperance society this day. But your "Sub-Treasury" has shaken my resolution. I shall never be able to do it now in this world, nor in the next, either, if I can only get you in the same place with me to make "Sub-Treasury!" Ha! ha! ha!"
"A Sub-Treasury," said another young man, coming up to the bar.
"Here, landlord, let us have one of your--what do you call "em? O, Sub-Treasuries!" was the request of another.
"Hallo, Sandy! What new-fangled stuff is this you"ve got?" broke in a half-drunken creature, staggering up, and holding on to the bar-railing. "Let us have one, will you?"
Both Sandy and Graves were now kept as busy as they could be, mixing liquors and serving customers. The advertis.e.m.e.nt which had been inserted in two or three of the morning papers, in the following words, had answered fully the rum-sellers" expectations.
"Drop in at the HARMONY HOUSE, and try a "Sub-Treasury." "What is a Sub-Treasury?" you ask. Come and see for yourself, and taste for yourself. Old Graves" word for it, you"ll never want anything else to wet your whistle with, as long as you live."
All through the forenoon the run was kept up steadily, dozens of new faces appearing at the bar, and cheering the heart of the tavern-keeper with the prospect of a fresh set of customers. About two o"clock, succeeded a pause.
"That works admirably,--don"t it, Sandy?" said Mr. Graves, as soon as the bar-room was perfectly clear, for the first time, since morning.
"Indeed, it does. They havn"t given me time to blow. But aint some folks easily gulled?"
"Easily enough, Sandy. This Sub-Treasury they think something wonderful. But it"s only rum after all, by another name, and in a little different form. A "cobbler," or a "julep" has lost its attractions; but get up some new name for an old compound, and you go all before the wind again."
"I think we might tempt some of the new converts to temperance with this. Bill Riley, for instance."
"No doubt. I"ll see if I can"t come across Bill; he is too good a customer to lose."
And so saying, Mr. Graves retired from the bar-room, to get his dinner, feeling better satisfied with himself than he had been for a long time. After eating heartily, and drinking freely, he went into his handsomely furnished parlour, and reclined himself upon a sofa, thinking still, and with a pleasurable emotion that warmed his bosom, of the success of his expedient to draw custom. He had been lying down, it seemed to him, but a few moments, when a tap at the door, to which he responded with a loud "come in," was followed by the entrance of a thin, pale, haggard-looking creature, her clothes soiled, and hanging loosely, and in tatters about her attenuated body. By the hand she held a little girl, from whose young face had faded every trace of childhood"s happy expression. She, too, was thin and pale, and had a fixed, stony look, of hopeless suffering.
They came up to where he still lay upon the sofa, and stood looking down upon him in silence.
"Who are you? What do you want?" the rum-seller e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, raising himself up with a strange feeling about his heart.
"The wife and child of one of your victims! He is dying, and wishes to see you."
"Who is he? What is his name?" asked the tavern-keeper, while his face grew pale, and his lips quivered.
"William Riley," was the mournful reply.
"Go home, woman! Go home! I cannot go with you! What good can I do your husband?"
"You must go! You shall go!" shrieked the wretched being, suddenly grasping the arm of Mr. Graves, with a tight grip, while her hand seemed to burn his arm, as if it were a hand of fire.
A sudden and irresistible impulse to obey the call of the dying man came over him, and as he arose mechanically, the mother and her child turned towards the door, and he followed after them. On emerging into the street, he became conscious of a great and sudden change in external nature. On retiring from his bar an hour before, the sun was shining in a sky of spotless beauty. Now the heavens were shrouded in dense ma.s.ses of black clouds that were whirling here and there in immense eddies, or careering across the sky as if driven by a fierce and mighty wind. But below, all was hushed and pulseless as the grave; and the stagnant air felt like the hot vapour over an immense furnace. The tavern-keeper would have paused and returned so soon as he became conscious of this fearful change, portending the approach of a wild storm; but his conductors seemed to know his thoughts; and turning, each fixed upon him a stern and threatening look, whose strange power he could neither resist nor understand.
"Come," said the mother in a hollow, husky voice; and then turned and moved on again, while the tavern-keeper followed impulsively.
They had proceeded thus, for only a few paces, when a fierce light glanced through half the sky, followed by a deafening crash, under the concussion of which the earth trembled as if shaken to its very centre. The tavern-keeper again paused in shrinking irresolution, and again the woman"s emphatic,
"Come!" caused him to follow his guides mechanically.
Soon the storm burst over their heads, and raged with a wild fury, such as he had never before witnessed. The wind howled through the streets and alleys of the city, with the roar of thunder; while the deep reverberations following every broad sheet of lightning that blazed through the whole circle of the heavens, was as the roar of a dissolving universe. Amid all this, the rain fell like a deluge. But the rum-seller"s guides paused not, and he kept steadily onwards after them, shrinking now into the shelter of the houses, and now breasting the fierce storm with a momentary desperate resolution.
Through street after street, lined on either side with wretched tenements that seemed tottering and just ready to fall, and through alley after alley, where squalid misery had hid itself from the eye of general observation, did they pa.s.s, in what seemed to Mr. Graves an interminable succession; At last the woman and her child paused at the door of an old, wretched-looking frame house, that appeared just ready to sink to the ground with decay.
"This is the place, sir. Come in! Your victim would see you before he dies," the woman said in a deep voice that made a chill run through every nerve, at the same time that she looked him sternly and with an expression of malignant triumph in the face.