"Garn in there," said the stewardess, studying the ticket and its bearer"s symptoms simultaneously. "S"y, yer goin" ter be a nice sweet pa.s.senger to "ave hon board, now "yn"t yer?"
"Hi"m goin" ter die," said M"riar with firm conviction and not at all appalled but rather pleased at thought of it.
"No such luck fer hus!" the stewardess replied. "Get _in_ there, cawn"t yer, before hit comes quite hon?"
So M"riar, long before the ship began to definitely feel even the gentle Channel sea, was thrust into retirement, w.i.l.l.y, nilly, and immediately sought a bunk, absolutely without interest in anything, even in her own sad fate. All she wished to do was die, at once, and she had too little energy even to wish that very vividly. Miss Anna, Herr Kreutzer and the fine young man who had been kind to them, who, ten minutes earlier, had all been real and potent interests, dimmed into hazy phantoms of a bygone activity of mind.
"Oh,--ar-r-r-r-r-r!" M"riar groaned. "Th" bloomink ship is standin" on "er b.l.o.o.d.y "ead, yn"t "er?"
"Garn! Keep yer "ead _flat_. Lay _down_," the stewardess replied, "er _you"ll_ be."
M"riar kept her head flat.
Out on the open deck, forward of the bridge, where, as well as aft, the vessel, like many of a bygone type was cut away, leaving the forward and after railings of the promenade-deck, like the barriers of a balcony, for the first-cabin pa.s.sengers to peer across at their less lucky fellows of the steerage, Herr Kreutzer and his Anna, both bewildered, stood by their little pile of baggage, waiting for direction and a.s.sistance in searching out their quarters. Surrounding them a motley group of many nationalities was gathered. There were Germans, Swedes, some French, some Swiss, a group of heavy-browed and jowled Hungarians, a few anaemic, underfed young c.o.c.kneys, and, dominating all, to the casual eye, because of their bright colors, a small group of Italians. To these the largest one among them was making himself clear.
"I," he was saying, "am Pietro Moresco. I have-a da nice political posish, an" nice-a barber-shop on Mulberry-a Strit. Some-a day I getta on da force--da pollis-force. Sure t"ing. I been-a home to see ma moth. I go-a back to make-a da more mon." He pulled out from his corded bundle of red quilts and coats and rugs some bottles of cheap wine. "I getta place for all you men." He was beginning, thus early in the voyage of these would-be citizens, to prepare to use them in the politics of his over-crowded ward in New York City. "Come-a! We drink-a to Americ. We drink-a to New York. New York da mos" reech-a place."
Catching sight of the bewildered beauty of poor Anna, and the no less bewildered dignity of Herr Kreutzer, being dazzled by the former, as was everyone in sight, and being quite as anxious to make friends among prospective German citizens as among those of his own country (a German vote is likely to be useful, now and then, on Mulberry Street) he offered her a cup, and, as she took it automatically, would have poured some wine into it with a gallant smile. Kreutzer took the cup out of her hand and pa.s.sed it back to him.
"Bitte," he said, calmly. "I thank you. My daughter does not care for wine."
Moresco, angered, gave him a black scowl and took the cup.
"By Jove," said the youth who had, upon the dock, picked up Herr Kreutzer"s bag. He was standing on the promenade-deck, above, beside his very, very stately mother, who, over-dressed and full of scorn for the whole world, was complaining because her doctor"s orders had suggested traveling upon so slow and old a ship. "There"s that stunning little German girl down there. Isn"t she a picture? Gee! Her old man wouldn"t let her drink with that black dago--not that she wanted to. But bully for Professor Pretzel!" "How very vulgar!" said his mother, looking down at the small, animated scene before her with disfavor. "Mere immigrants."
"I s"pose _our_ folks were, sometime," John Vanderlyn replied. "But isn"t she a corker, mother?"
"John, your language is too shocking! Please see about our deck-chairs," Mrs. Vanderlyn replied.
CHAPTER II
Under a brilliant summer sky the ocean heaved in mighty swells. Anna, on one of the most delightful mornings of this ideal voyage to America, found the port side of the ship unpleasant, because of the sun"s brilliance. From every tiny facet of the water, which a brisk breeze crinkled, the light flashed at her eyes with the quick vividness of electric sparks, and almost blinded her. Not even her graceful, slender, and (surprising on that steerage-deck) beautifully white hand, now curved against her brow, could so shade her vision as to enable her to look upon the sea in search of the far sail which the lookout in the crow"s nest had just reported to the bridge in a long, droning hail. Her curiosity in the pa.s.sing stranger had been aroused by the keen interest which the more fortunately situated, on the promenade-deck, above, had shown by crowding to their rail. They were, as she could see from her humbler portion of the ship, talking of the far craft interestedly; but from her station, owing either to its lack of alt.i.tude or to the more dazzling glitter of the sea, due to the differing angle of her vision, she failed to catch a glimpse of it.
The glare made her give up the search.
She shrugged her small, plaid shawl about her shoulders to meet the wind"s now freshening a.s.saults, pulled her knitted hood a little closer all about her face to hide it, through some sort of instinct (the first-cabin folk, above, all through the voyage, had been wont to gaze down on the steerage pa.s.sengers as if they were a sort of interesting animals), and made her way across the slowly heaving planks to starboard. Glancing quickly upward as she went, she colored gloriously, for looking down straight at her from behind the rail which edged the elevated platform of the prosperous, stood the youth who had picked up her father"s bag as they had come on board, and whose eyes, since the first day of the voyage, she had found it wise to dodge if she would keep the crimson from her cheeks.
Not that there had been anything, at any time, in the youth"s gaze which could offend; rather had there been in it that which bewitched and thrilled. There was not another girl upon that steerage-deck who would not have been immensely pleased by and who would not have shyly answered his admiring glances, had they turned toward her, although there probably was not a girl there who was other than quite sweet and pure. Purity and sweetness are no bars to answering a glance and giggling. But he paid no heed, at all, to pretty emigrants who would have been delighted by flirtatious glances. It may, in fact, have been because of the shy fright, not in the least resentful, but sweetly, girlishly embarra.s.sed, with which Anna greeted his, whenever her eyes caught them, that he turned them toward her so exclusively and frequently. Admiring youth called to admiring youth in surrept.i.tious glances from the high deck to the lower, and, it may be, from the steerage-deck up to the promenade.
But, although she found no slightest thing offensive in the young man"s veiled, approving surveillance, Anna felt almost as if she were in flight from peril--some brand-new, delightful peril--as, now, she hurried out of range of it and sought her father where, by the after-hatch, he perched upon a great coiled cable staring, staring, staring out across the sea toward Germany, the land to which, a few days since, although his actual departure had been from English sh.o.r.es, his heart had said a pa.s.sionate farewell.
If Anna, with her graceful form, her delicately-colored, healthful cheeks, her cleancut and dainty features, offered a strong contrast to the buxom German maidens, dark, big-eyed Italian girls and others of the many-nationed women-travelers upon that steerage-deck, her father offered as strong contrast to the men. Among the swart Italians, blonde, stupid-looking Swedes, Danes and Norwegians and fat, red-faced Germans of the male steerage company, his finely-chiselled features, pale and ascetic-looking in their frame of whitened hair, stood out with accentuated testimony to high breeding, right living and exalted aims. And there was another difference, but less pleasing.
By this, the ninth day out from port, grief, born of leaving friends and childhood scenes had vanished from the faces of the other voyagers, and, under the influence of a moderately smooth sea and splendid, sparkling weather, their thoughts were busy with the new sh.o.r.es to which the voyagers were journeying, with expectations of great days. But on his face no glow of pleasant antic.i.p.ation ever shone. The old man"s eyes were always turned toward that dear Germany which, first, he had been forced to leave for London, and now was, by the stern necessities of life, obliged to go still further from.
Rarely, since the voyage had begun, had he, when on deck, raised his gaze from the great vessel"s churning wake, which stretched, he liked to think, straight back toward Germany, save when his daughter spoke to him and roused him, for a moment, from his black depression. It was as if that thread of foam was the one thing, brief, evanescent, futile, though it was, which bound him, now, to the only land he cared for. His face was that of one who pa.s.ses into final exile. Only when his eyes were on his daughter"s did the expression of suppressed grief and despondency go from them for a moment; but when they looked at her they lighted brilliantly with love.
He had found adjustment to his crude surroundings with the utmost difficulty. Poor he had been in London, but his work had been among musicians, and even cheap musicians have in them something better, finer, higher than the majority of human cattle in the steerage of this ship could show. He felt uncomfortably misplaced.
This had been apparent from the start to his most interested observer--the handsome youth of the first cabin, whose glances sometimes made the daughter"s eyes dodge and evade. It added to that young man"s growing conviction that the aged man and beautiful young girl were not at all of the same cla.s.s as their enforced a.s.sociates upon the steerage-deck.
He remarked upon this to the second officer of the ship, who was highly flattered by his notice and anxious to give ear. He, too, had given some attention to the old man and his daughter and agreed with Vanderlyn about their great superiority to their surroundings.
He would have agreed with Vanderlyn in almost anything, that second officer, for every year he met and talked with some few thousand pa.s.sengers who said it was the longer voyage which had tempted them to the old _Rochester_, while rarely was he in the least convinced by what they said. With the Vanderlyns, who did not say it, he thought that it was truth. Money they obviously had in plenty, and, inasmuch as they were, therefore, such p.r.o.nounced exceptions to the rule, he spent what time with them he could. They were prosperous and yet they sailed by that slow ship, therefore they loved the sea. Of this he was convinced--and in his firm conviction was entirely wrong.
The real truth was that Mrs. Vanderlyn, made bold by the possession of her money, had thought it was the magic key which certainly would open every door for her. There were doors in New York City, which, coming from the West, she had been palpitantly anxious to pa.s.s through, and, to her amazement, she found that money would not open them. Then there had occurred to her the brilliant plan of conquering, first, the aristocracy of Europe, who, the newspapers had told her, bowed in great humility before the eagle on the Yankee gold-piece. To the doors with crests upon their paneling, abroad, she had therefore borne her golden key that summer, only to discover that it fitted their locks quite as ill as those upon Fifth Avenue. Her heart was saddened with the woe of failure. The second officer could not guess that, sore from buffetings from those who would have none of her, she had been glad to secure pa.s.sage on this ten-day boat, where, during the long voyage, she could haughtily refuse to notice those of whom she would have none. She had searched for a place and found one where she could scorn as she had recently been scorned. Her soul was black-and-blue from snubs. She wished to snub. A climber, who had failed to climb the highest social ladder, the handsome, haughty lady found a certain satisfaction in sitting for ten days upon the very apex of another ladder--briefer, less important, very little, to be sure, but still a social ladder--and giving it a quick, sharp shake as humble people put their feet upon it timidly, bowing and smiling tentatively at her unresponsive person. It was a sort of balm to her sore soul so see them tumble metaphorically, upon their backs. Her demeanor on the _Rochester_ was the demeanor of a princess among aliens whom she utterly despises. The Cook"s tourists, traveling school-teachers and young married couples homeward-bound after modest European honeymoons, were plainly sc.u.m to her, and it gave her ardent joy to see that most of them were hurt when she impressed this on them mercilessly. It was safer for her son to talk about the interesting German couple to the second officer than it was for him to talk about them to his mother, but, lo! youth knows not wisdom.
"Mother," he suggested upon the sixth day out, "I want to have you come and see a fascinating couple on the steerage-deck."
"Another bride and groom?" she asked, in a bored voice. Brides and grooms had come to be monotonous. She had seen all sorts since she had started on this journey and now loathed the thought of newly married fellow-creatures. She could not understand why John"s interest had been maintained in them.
He laughed. "No, not a bride and groom. The man is an old German, handsome and refined, evidently out of place upon the steerage-deck, the girl--she--why, mother, she"s a peach. _She"d_ be out of place "most anywhere but on a throne!"
"How very vulgar, John," his mother answered with that cold a.s.sumption of superiority which had come to her with money. "I cannot see how even you can link the steerage-deck with thrones. Princesses do not travel steerage except between the covers of cheap books."
He laughed again. John Vanderlyn was clean and healthy-souled. He did not always take his mother (whom he idolized) too seriously.
"I didn"t say she was a princess," he replied, "but she might well be.
It was, however, rather the old man than the girl, though she is very beautiful and quite as much misplaced upon the steerage-deck as he is, that I wished to have you see." He was, it will be noted, learning something of diplomacy. "He has a magnificent old face--the face of a fine nature which has suffered terribly. I have seen him as he stood at the ship"s rail, astern, watching the white wake as if every bubble on it was a marker on a tragic path. It is as if all he loved on earth except the girl--you ought to see him look at her!--lies at the far end of that frothy, watery trail."
"You become almost poetic!" she said without enthusiasm.
But, a day afterwards, she went with him and looked down at the steerage pa.s.sengers, singling out the pair he meant without the slightest difficulty.
"What a distinguished-looking man he is!" said she, involuntarily.
"Isn"t he?" said her delighted son.
The daughter was not on the deck, just then, and young Vanderlyn was politic enough to say nothing of her, merely talking of the old man"s impressive bearing, asking his mother to help him speculate about his history.
"I don"t wonder he attracted you," she granted. "He looks very interesting. I am sure he _has_ a history."
Her gaze was so intent, that, in a few moments, it attracted the attention of Herr Kreutzer, and the youth, observing that he seemed annoyed and shamed, hurried her away. Instinctively he had felt the old man flinch; instinctively he knew his pride, already, had been sorely hurt by the necessity of "traveling steerage"; that as they gazed at him the handsome, white-haired, emigrant had felt that his dire poverty had made of him a curiosity.
The young man led his mother back to her rug-padded deck-chair, pleased by the result of the first step in what he had resolved must be a strategy of worth. In some way he must fix things so that properly and pleasantly he could get acquainted with that girl. This, he thought (not being a born prophet), could only be accomplished through his mother, and already he had plans for it indefinitely sketched out in his mind. Events were fated to a.s.sist him and do better for him than his mother could have done for him, but, of course, he did not know that then.
From the moment when he saw the dignified old German shrink before his mother"s gaze the youth was careful to avoid appearances of curiosity.
If either old man or young girl came into view while he stood at the rail, above the steerage-deck, he went away, though other pa.s.sengers, attracted by the beauty of the girl, and the distinguished look of the old man, were less considerate and stared, to their distress. When, later, the young man saw his mother staring as the others did and as he had, himself, at first, he hesitantly spoke to her about it.
"Nonsense," she replied. "You give them credit for too much fine feeling. Attention doubtless flatters them. It always does such people."
That she had lost her first idea that the pair might be ent.i.tled to unusual consideration bothered him; but he feared, because of his great plan, to make too vehement defense, so only said, with studied mildness:
"They are not "such people", I am sure. You yourself, at first, said they looked "different." It"s hard luck, I"ll bet a hat, and not a lack of brains, decency or real distinction that"s forced them to herd down there with those cattle. I"ll guarantee they know the whole thing about the little social game in Germany." He watched his mother closely, to see if the shot told, and was delighted when he saw it did.
"Yes; he really looks superior," she admitted. "I have no doubt their German is quite _perfect_. I wonder--perhaps he might, at one time, have been someone of distinct importance."
"I have no doubt of it. Anyone can see it makes him sore as a mashed thumb to have his poverty make him into a free side-show to be stared at on this old ca.n.a.l-boat. I"ve seen the "Cookies" rubbering and making comments that I know he heard. He flushed red as beets and took his daughter somewhere where their gimlet stare could not bore to her. Those gla.s.s-eyed school-ma"ams actually drove them out of the fresh air!"