The officer looked after him smiling.
"You might know that he was from the country, poor fellow," he muttered, turning his back upon the sun, and good-naturedly sheltering Mrs. Chester from its rays. "After all, I hope he is right; there is something about her that one does not often meet with! upon my word I hope she is only sick."
The stranger came back with a carriage, a showy and rather expensive affair, the cushions covered with fresh linen, and the driver quite an aristocrat in his way.
"So that is the fun, is it?" he said, eyeing poor Mrs. Chester with a look of superb disdain. "I don"t, as a usual thing, take people up from the sidewalks in this carriage, my good friend."
"But I will pay you--I have paid you in advance," urged the stranger.
"Not for a job like this. Gentlemen who have an interest in keeping these little affairs quiet, should be ready to pay well--couldn"t think of starting without another dollar at the least!"
"There is the dollar--now help lift the lady in!"
"The lady--a pretty place this for a lady!" muttered the man, dismounting from his seat with a look of magnificent condescension, and approaching Mrs. Chester.
"Gently--lift her with great care!" said the stranger, placing his arm under Mrs. Chester"s head. "There, my good woman, get in first, and be ready to receive her."
The poor woman who had given her lap to the invalid as a pillow, attempted to get up, but the driver, after eyeing her from head to foot, turned to the stranger:
"I couldn"t think of taking in that sort of person; the sick woman seems clean enough; but, as for the other, she"ll have to walk if she goes at all! Carriages wasn"t made for the like of her."
The n.o.ble face of the stranger flushed with something akin to indignation, but, relinquishing Mrs. Chester to the policeman, he stepped into the carriage, and received the poor invalid in his own arms.
The policeman had become more and more charitable in his opinion of the unhappy lady. He hesitated a moment, with his hand on the carriage window.
"I say, sir, there does seem to be a doubt if this poor lady is not really ill. Perhaps, you might as well take her to the Alms House Commissioner first. He may think it right to send her up to the Hospital, and, then, she need not go before a magistrate."
"And can we do this? can she be taken directly to a hospital?"
"If the Commissioner pleases, he has the power to send her there at once."
"Then order the man to drive to the Commissioner"s office," cried the stranger, eagerly. "I thought that in this great city the unfortunate might find shelter short of a prison. Tell him to drive on."
The door was closed; the carriage moved on; and in it sat the generous stranger, with the head of that poor invalid resting on his shoulder, supporting her with all the benign gentleness of a father. He felt that the hot breath floating across his cheek was heavy with contagion; he knew that fever raged and burned in the blue veins that swelled over those drooping arms and the unstockinged feet, but, he neither shrank nor trembled at the danger. Possessed of that pure and holy courage which tranquilly meets all peril when it presents itself--a courage utterly beyond that selfish bravado which mocks at death and exults in carnage--he scarcely gave his own position a thought. Bravery, with this man, was a principle, not an excitement.
He was fearless because he was good; and, from this cause, also, was kindly and unpretending.
The carriage drew up in Chambers street, not far from the place where the cart had stood with poor Chester"s body upon it, not an hour before. The stranger composed Mrs. Chester on the seat, and placed a cushion against the carriage for her head to rest on; then, opening a gate, he hurried through the narrow flower-garden that ran between the old Alms House and Chambers street, crossed through one of those broad halls to be found in the bas.e.m.e.nt, lined on each side with public officers, and, mounting half a dozen steps, he found himself in the Park. An Irish woman sat upon the steps of the nearest entrance, holding a forlorn bundle in her lap, and with a ragged baby playing with its little soiled feet on the pavement before her. This woman turned her head, and nodded toward the door when he inquired for the Commissioner"s office, then bent her eyes again with a dead heavy gaze upon the pavement. The stranger, mounting the steps, found himself in a place utterly new and bewildering to him.
It happened to be "pay-day" for the out-door poor, and, into the ante-room of the Alms House, the alleys, rear buildings and dens of the city, once a fortnight, pour forth their human misery. The room was nearly full, and, amid this ma.s.s of poverty--such as he, fresh from the pure country air, had never even dreamed of--the stranger stood overpowered.
There is something horrible in the aspect of poverty when it reaches that low and bitter level that seeks relief in the lobby of an Alms House! The stranger looked around, and the philanthropy within him was put to its severest test. For the first time in his whole life he saw poverty in one dark, struggling ma.s.s clamoring for money!
money! money! coa.r.s.e, grasping poverty, such as crushes and kills all the honest pride of man"s nature.
The room, large as it was, appeared more than half full, and not a single happy face was there. At the upper end was a platform, reached by two or three steps, and fenced in by a low wooden railing, along which ran a continuous desk. At this desk half a dozen clerks and visitors sat, with ponderous and soiled books spread open before them.
Up to this railing pressed the want-stricken crowd, the strong and healthy bustling and crowding back the fallen and infirm. Here old women struggled in the human tide, some casting fierce and quarrelsome glances at each other, others shrinking back with tears in their eyes, unequal to the coa.r.s.e strife. Here, too, were men lean and gaunt with the hunger of a long sea voyage, elbowed aside by some brawny armed woman, who clamored loudly of the children she had left fast locked up in her little place, that she could but just pay the rent for.
Here, too, were young girls, children with an aged, worn look, like the fruit that withers to half its size before it ripens. Most heartrending of all, persons of real refinement were mingled up with this rude ma.s.s; poor wretches who had indeed seen better days, and their helpless, broken-hearted looks, the remnants of early sensitiveness, that still clung around them, was pitiful to behold.
The stranger saw that upon the outskirts of the crowd these persons always lingered, waiting patiently till the coa.r.s.e and strong were served. Outstretched upon the benches near the walls, and resting upon their bundles, were eight or ten sick men, with the fever upon them, waiting for the van which was to convey them to Bellevue.
Through all this misery, huddled and jostling together, our good Samaritan must force his way; for when he asked for the Commissioner, the people pointed their lank fingers toward a door within the railing, and between himself and that was all this crowd of hungry beings.
"Let me pa.s.s, will you? Let me pa.s.s," he said, pale with the effects of the scene, but speaking in a gentle tone.
"And why should you pa.s.s? Wait your turn like the rest of us!" said a harsh-featured woman, turning fiercely upon him. "Is"t because you"ve a fine coat on that you"d put before your bethers, I"d be liking to know?"
The stranger drew back. With all his benevolence he could not breast that rough wave of human life, which dashes weekly against the steps of our Alms House.
"Make room--make room there. What does the gentleman want? Make room, I say!"
It was the voice of a clerk, who, casting his eyes over the crowd, had seen the stranger.
The people did not fall back, but they huddled close together, with their heads turned and gazing upon the stranger, some muttering fiercely, others taking advantage of the moment to crowd closer to the railing. Thus a pa.s.sage was made, and the stranger made his way through a little gate up to the platform, where the attentive clerk came forward to learn his business.
"Oh, you should have pa.s.sed on to the next entrance. It is difficult to get along in this room on Sat.u.r.days," he said, after the stranger had unfolded his errand. "You will find the Commissioner in his office," and the clerk courteously opened a door.
The stranger entered a large, airy room, furnished as most public offices are, with the most hideous carpets and the stiffest looking chairs; in this instance there was a sofa that seemed to have been for years the pauper inmate of some furniture store, and to have been transferred from thence to the City Poor House, when the owners became tired of keeping it as a private charity.
Many persons were in the office, two or three women occupied the sofa, one of them weeping bitterly. Half a score of men, some from the country, others belonging to the inst.i.tution, were grouped about the room reading newspapers, conversing, or waiting patiently for an opportunity to transact the business which brought them there.
A large table covered with dark cloth ran along one end of the room, around which stood half a dozen chairs more commodious than the rest, two of them occupied by the head clerks of the department, and in one, before which stood a small writing-desk, sat the Commissioner.
He was a slight, active man, with eyes like an eagle"s; his features were finely cut, and you could read each thought as it kindled over the dark surface of his face.
By the side of the Commissioner sat an old woman, talking in a low voice and weeping bitterly. You could see by the expression of the forehead, and by the faint changes of a countenance which no habit of self-control could entirely subdue, that the tale which this poor old creature poured into his ear was one of bitter sorrow. His dark eyes were bent thoughtfully on the table, and a look of deep commiseration lay upon his features as she continued her low and broken narrative.
This man was a benefactor to the poor. Sights of distress, even when they become habitual, had no power to damp his kindly sympathies.
Yet while generous to the poor, he was faithful to the people.
At length the Commissioner looked up. You could see by the sudden kindling of his face, that he had bethought himself of some means by which this old woman might be benefited. He addressed her in a low but cheering voice. The poor old creature lifted her head, the tears still hung amid the wrinkles in her cheek; but over her withered lips there came a smile. The Commissioner reached out his hand, she changed her staff, leaned upon it with her left hand, and half timidly held out the other. You could see by the brightening of those aged eyes, and by the increased vigor of her footsteps as she left the room, how like a cordial this evidence of sympathy in her distress had cheered her aged heart.
The stranger whom we have introduced saw all this, and his heart warmed alike to the old woman and to the man who had comforted her.
He approached the table, and could hardly refrain from holding out his hand to the Commissioner, so surely do truthful feelings vibrate to the good acts that they witness.
Had you seen those two men as they sat down together, you might have supposed that they had been old friends for twenty years.
The stranger told his story in few words, for he saw by the business appearance of the office that it was no place for long speeches. The Commissioner listened attentively.
"Where is the poor woman now?" he questioned, when the man paused in his narrative.
"She is waiting in the street--I brought her with me."
"I will see her myself: one minute and I am ready."
The Commissioner took up his hat, crossed the room, spoke a few words to the woman who sat weeping on the sofa, told an old man who stood waiting by the door that he would return in a very few minutes and attend to him, then with a light, active step he left the room, followed by the stranger.
They found Mrs. Chester in the carriage, grasping the cushion beneath her head with both hands, and muttering wildly to herself. The last few hours had brought her disease into its most malignant state. She was incapable of a single connected thought.
The Commissioner stepped into the carriage and helped to arrange the cushions.