"You go and see Doctor Jones first thing," I said. "And don"t mention my name, nor spend the money on Her Mad Marriage."
I jumped into a hansom with a pleasant sense that I was beginning to make the fur fly.
"That"s a horrible cold of yours, Cabby," I said as we stopped at the bishop"s door and I handed him up a dollar bill. "That"s just the kind of a cold that makes graveyards hum!"
"I can"t shake it off, sir," he said despondently. "Try what I can, and it"s never no use!"
"There"s one doctor in the world who can cure anything," I said; "Doctor Henry Jones, 1892 Eighth Avenue. I was worse than you two weeks ago, and now look at me! Take this five dollars, and for heaven"s sake, man, put yourself in his hands quick."
Bishop Jordan was a fine type of modern clergyman. He was broad-shouldered mentally as well as physically, and he brought to philanthropic work the thoroughness, care, enthusiasm and capacity that would have earned him a fortune in business.
"Bishop," I said, "I"ve come to see if I can"t make a trade with you!"
He raised his grizzled eyebrows and gave me a very searching look.
"A trade," he repeated in a holding-back kind of tone, as though wondering what the trap was.
"Here"s a check for one thousand dollars drawn to your order," I went on. "And here"s the address of Doctor Henry Jones, 1892 Eighth Avenue. I want this money to reach him via your sick people, and that without my name being known or at all suspected."
"May I not ask the meaning of so peculiar a request?"
"He"s hard up," I said, "and I want to help him. It occurred to me that I might make you--er--a confederate in my little game, you know."
His eyes twinkled as he slowly folded up my check and put it in his pocket.
"I don"t want any economy about it, Bishop," I went on. "I don"t want you to make the best use of it, or anything of that kind. I want to slap it into Doctor Jones" till, and slap it in quick"
"Would you consider two weeks--?"
"Oh, one, please!"
"It is understood, of course, that this young man is a duly qualified and capable physician, and that in the event of my finding it otherwise I shall be at liberty to direct your check to other uses?"
"Oh, I can answer for his being all right, Bishop. He"s thoroughly up-to-date, you know; does the X-ray act; and keeps the pace of modern science."
"You say you can answer for him," said the bishop genially.
"Might I inquire who you are."
"I"m named Westoby--Ezra Westoby--managing partner of Hodge & Westoby, boxers."
"I like boxers," said the bishop in the tone of a benediction, rising to dismiss me. "I like one thousand dollar checks, too.
When you have any more to spare just give them a fair wind in this direction!"
I went out feeling that the Episcopal Church had risen fifty per cent in my esteem. Bishops like that would make a success of any denomination. I like to see a fellow who"s on to his job.
I gave Jones a week to grapple with the new developments, and then happened along. The anteroom was full, and there was a queue down the street like a line of music-loving citizens waiting to hear Patti. Nice, decent-looking people, with money in their hands. (I always like to see a cash business, don"t you?) I guess it took me an hour to crowd my way up stairs, and even then I had to buy a man out of the line.
Jones was carrying off the boom more quietly than I cared about.
He wore a curt, snappy air. I don"t know why, but I felt misgivings as I shook hands with him.
Of course I commented on the rush.
"The Lord only knows what"s happened to my practice," he said.
"The blamed thing has gone up like a rocket. It seems to me there must be a great wave of sickness pa.s.sing over New York just now."
"Everybody"s complaining," I said.
This reminded him of my insomnia till I cut him short.
"What"s the matter with our going down to the Van Coorts" from Sat.u.r.day to Tuesday," I said. "They haven"t given up the hope of seeing you there, Doctor, and the thing"s still open."
Then I waited for him to jump with joy.
He didn"t jump a bit. He shook his head. He distinctly said "No."
"I told you it was the money side of it that bothered me," he explained. "So it was at the time, for, of course, I couldn"t foresee that my practice was going to fill the street and call for policemen to keep order. But, my dear Westoby, after giving the subject a great deal of consideration I have come to the conclusion that it would be too painful for me to revive those --those--unhappy emotions I was just beginning to recover from!"
"I thought you loved her!" I exclaimed.
"That"s why I"ve determined not to go," he said. "I have outlived one refusal. How do I know I have the strength, the determination, the hardihood to undergo the agonies of another?"
It seemed a feeble remark to say that faint heart never won fair lady. I growled it out more like a swear than anything else. I was disgusted with the chump.
"She"s the star above me," he said; "and I am crushed by my own presumption. Is there any such fool as the man that breaks his heart twice for the impossible?"
"But it isn"t impossible," I cried.
"Hasn"t she--as far as a woman can--hasn"t she called you back to her? What more do you expect her to do? A woman"s delicacy forbids her screaming for a man! I think Eleanor has already gone a tremendous way in just hinting--"
"You may be right," he said pathetically; "but then you may also be wrong. The risk is too terrible for me to run. It will comfort me all my life to think that perhaps; she does love me in secret!"
"Do you mean to say you"re going to give it all up?" I roared.
"You needn"t get so warm about it," he returned. "After all, I have some justification in thinking she doesn"t care."
"What on earth do you suppose she invited you for, then?"
"Well, it would be different," he said, "if I had a note from her --a flower--some little tender reminder of those dear old dead days in the Pullman!"
"She"s saving up all that for Morristown," I said.
For the first time in our acquaintance Doctor Jones looked at me with suspicion. His blue eyes clouded. He was growing a little restive under my handling.
"You seem to make the matter a very personal one," he observed.
"Well, I love Freddy," I explained. "It naturally brings your own case very close to me. And then I am so positive that you love Eleanor and that Eleanor loves you. Put yourself in my place, Doctor! Do you mean that you"d do nothing to bring two such n.o.ble hearts together?"
He seized my hand and wrung it effusively. He really did love Eleanor, you know. The only fault with him was his being so darned humble about it. He was eaten up with a sense of his own inferiority. And yet I could see he was just tingling to go to Morristown. Of course, I crowded him all I could, but the best I could accomplish was his promise to "think it over." I hated to leave him wabbling, but patients were scuffling at the door and fighting on the stairs.