"He is smiling--oh, he smiles on me," cried the child, with a burst of tears, lifting her face to the policeman, with a look that went to his heart. "He has not smiled like that, not once since his birth-day," and overcome with all the sweet recollections of that day, the child covered her face and wept aloud while the bystanders stood, lost in sympathy, gazing upon her.
"Did you know this man?" questioned one of the officers, addressing the child, and motioning the driver to be quiet, for he had other work to do, and was in haste to get the body of Chester into the dead-house.
"Did I know him?" repeated the child, looking up through her tears with an expression of wonder that he should ask the question. "Did I know him?"
"If you did," rejoined the man, "tell us his name, and perhaps we need not carry him in there."
"In where?" said the child, looking wildly at the building to which the man pointed. "That is not his home."
"No, it is the dead house," replied the man.
"The dead house?" repeated the child, and her lips grew pale with horror. "And must he go in there?"
"Not if you can point out his home; perhaps he is your father?"
"He was more than that--he was--oh, sir, you do not know how much he was to me!"
"Well, what was his name? if you can tell us that, we will take him home at once. The coroner has seen him--there is nothing to prevent."
"His name, sir," answered the little girl, making a brave effort to speak calmly. "His name was John Chester."
"John Chester! that is the man who held the place that Smith has got this very morning. I saw him at the Mayor"s office not half an hour ago with the appointment in his hand," said the officer, addressing his companion.
"Poor fellow, poor fellow, it was a hard case!" and the policeman reverently settled the body upon the cart and bade the driver go to the Chief"s office and bring a cloak which he had left there.
While the man was absent, there came along Chambers street two persons walking close together and conversing earnestly. They were pa.s.sing the cart without seeming to heed its mournful burden, when Mary Fuller looked up and saw them. A faint cry broke from her lips, her eyes kindled through the tears that filled them, and drawing her bent form almost proudly upright, she stood directly before the gate, through which the Mayor and his companion were about to pa.s.s on their way to the City Hall.
"Sir," she said, with dignity which was almost solemn from its contrast with her frail person, pointing with one pale and trembling finger toward the cart, "turn and look."
The Mayor at first stepped back, for the sight of that little creature was loathsome to him, but there was something in her att.i.tude and in her eye which he could not resist. He turned in spite of himself, and his eyes fell upon the dead form of Chester. For an instant his face changed, a pallor stole over his lips, and he trembled in the presence of the wronged dead; but he was a man whom emotion never entirely conquered, and turning coldly from the child, he went up to the cart and addressed the policeman in charge of the corpse.
"How and where did this man die?" he said, in his usual cold voice.
"He died in the street--alone upon a pier unfrequented after dark.
Last night somewhere between nine o"clock and morning was the time.
The coroner renders in his verdict, hemorrhage of the lungs."
"He died," said the little girl, solemnly gazing upon the dead, "he died of a broken heart. I know that it was of a broken heart he died."
"Men do not die of broken hearts in these days," said the Mayor, turning away. "It is only women and children that talk of such things.
See," he continued, addressing the officer, "that the body is taken to his house and properly cared for. This should be a warning to all in your department, sir."
The policeman bit his lip and his eyes flashed. The only answer that he made was given in a stern voice.
"I will do my duty, sir!"
The Mayor pa.s.sed on, joining his companion. The ruddy face of the Alderman was many shades paler than usual, and his voice faltered as he addressed his friend.
"This is very shocking. If I had known that it would end so, I, for one, would have had nothing to do with it."
"I am sorry that you are dissatisfied," answered his honor, coldly.
"The case you brought against the man seemed a very clear one--nothing could have been stronger than the evidence, otherwise, with all my disposition to serve you, I should not have acted as I did."
The Alderman paused in profound astonishment, his eyes wide open, and his heavy lips parted, gazing upon the impa.s.sive form of his friend.
"But, sir, but"--he could not go on, the profound composure of the Mayor paralyzed him. He really began to think that the whole guilt of this innocent man"s death rested with himself, that he had altogether misunderstood his honor from the first.
Having deepened and settled this conviction upon his conscience-stricken dupe by a lengthened and grave silence, the Mayor added, consolingly:
"In political life these things must be expected; of course no one is responsible for the casualties that may occur; no doubt this man was consumptive long before you ever saw him!"
"I wish that he had never crossed my path, at any rate," replied the Alderman, almost sternly. "To my dying day I shall never forget that face! I do not know, I cannot think, how I was ever led into persecuting him. Smith wanted the appointment, true enough, and he had done something toward my election, but so had fifty others; how on earth did I ever come to take all this interest in his claim?"
An expression that was almost a smile stole over the Mayor"s lip, as he received this compliment to his consummate craft, and the two pa.s.sed on.
Meantime, the policeman returned from the Chief"s office with a cloak, which was placed reverently over the body of poor Chester. The little girl crept close to the cart, and arranged the hair upon that cold forehead as the poor wife had loved to see it best. The cart moved on with its mournful lead, at last, and she followed after.
How sad and heavy was that young creature"s heart, as she drew near the once happy home! She began to weep as they stopped by the door.
"Let me! oh, let me go up first. It will kill them to see him all of a sudden, in this way," she pleaded.
The driver had lost much time, but he could not resist that touching appeal.
"It is a dreadful thing," he said,--"let her go up first."
Poor child! Heavy was her heart, and heavy was her step as she mounted the stairs. She paused at the door. Her hand trembled upon the latch; her strength was giving way before the terrible trial that awaited her. But, she heard them from below lifting in the dead. She heard the heavy cloak sweeping along the hall, and, wild with fear that it would all come upon poor Mrs. Chester while she was unprepared, she turned the latch and went in.
The chamber was empty. Mary ran to the little bedroom. It was as still as a grave. The tumbled bed was unoccupied; the bed-clothes falling half upon the floor. Upon the stand was a gla.s.s of water, and a lump of ice lay near it. The loose night-dress which Mrs. Chester had worn, lay trailing across the door-sill, and a pillow rested upon the side of the bed, indented in the centre, as if some one sitting upon the floor had rested against it.
When the three men came in, bearing Chester"s body between them, Mary stood gazing upon this desolation in speechless and pale astonishment.
"They are gone," she said, turning her wild eyes upon the men. "Some one must have told her what was coming, and she could not bear it."
"No one here?" questioned one of the officers, "only this little girl to watch over him?--this is strange!" And the three men paused in the midst of the room, gazing upon each other over their mournful burden.
"Smooth up the bed a little, and let us lay him there!" said the driver, becoming impatient with the delay.
"Not there--_she_ will come back--she could not go far--on my bed--lay him here, on my bed and Isabel"s. It is made up--no one slept in it last night!" exclaimed Mary, opening the door of her little room.
They laid poor Chester upon the bed that his n.o.ble benevolence had supplied to the orphan who stood weeping over him. The rustle of that poor straw, as it shrunk to meet his body, was a n.o.bler tribute to his memory than a thousand minute guns could have been.
They were about to arrange his head upon the bolster, but Mary went into the next room, in haste, and brought forth the pillow which still revealed the pressure that Mrs. Chester had left upon it.
"Lay him upon her pillow," said the child. "He would have asked for it, I know."
Those stout men looked upon the child with a feeling of profound respect. They drew back, and allowed her to arrange the death-couch according to her own will. She could not bear the stiff and rigid position in which they had placed him, but laid the hands gently and naturally down. When she turned away, the cold look had been softened somewhat, and in the solemn repose of death there was blended the sweetness of that calm, deep slumber, when the soul is dreaming of Heaven.
The three men went forth, and Mary followed them, closing the door reverently after her.