Every one stared at the strange little figure in the big, ragged clothes with a sumptuous bouquet of pink rosebuds held so high against his breast, under his folded arms, that only his tousled hair and his gray eyes showed. Some were curious, and swung round as he went by to look after him. Others smiled, for the contrast between the boy and his armful of blossoms was comical. A few looked severe, as if they suspicioned that he had not come by the bouquet honestly. Now and then a boy called to him, or ran alongside. At a corner, two girls caught at one of the buds, missed it, then scampered out of reach, squealing. His chin up, his eyes up, he ignored them all.
On and on he sauntered--west, then north. Perhaps he might go as far as that store where New York bought all of its books. Being Sunday, of course, the store would be closed. But it would be fine to have a look in at the windows. From the book shop he would swing east again, for a glimpse of the horse palace. It might just happen that One-Eye would be back! Oh, if only----!
"Hey there!"
Somehow he knew that the call was at him. And though it was a man who was hailing him, he pretended that he did not hear. But a whistle blew--a police whistle. Instantly he brought up. According to one of those twelve laws in the Handbook, a scout is obedient to "all other duly const.i.tuted authorities," and Mr. Perkins had explained that "const.i.tuted authorities" is simply a big word way, and a nice way, of saying "cops." Johnnie turned about; and there was the large figure in official blue, from whose gray mustache a whistle was at that moment descending.
The policeman was standing in front of a grocery store. Shoulder to shoulder with him was another man who was even larger--taller, and wider, and thicker through. About this man"s dress there was something strange. He had on no tie. Instead, laid neatly below the narrow line of his white collar was a smooth triangle of black.
Johnnie marched straight up to the two. "Yes, sir?" he said to the patrolman. (He would have saluted if he had had a free hand.)
The patrolman stared, open-mouthed. Naturally enough he had jumped to the conclusion, as some others had, that this boy in cast-off clothes had not come by a valuable bouquet through purchase. He had expected that Johnnie, when challenged, would promptly take to his heels. And here----!
The gentleman who had on no tie was also staring in amaze. Externally this boy with the roses was a guttersnipe. But--who in all his life ever before saw a guttersnipe with eyes so lacking in cunning and roguery?
eyes, clear, honest, fearless, manly? "And that bright," the gentleman declared, but as if he were talking only to himself, "that ye could fair light a candle at "em!"
Johnnie guessed that the candle-lighting eyes were his own. His ears moved perceptibly backward and his cheeks lifted in a grin. He was himself looking into a pair that were jolly and keen and kind--and Irish. A soft straw hat shaded them; and short, flaming-red hair, which filled in at either side of the head between hat and ear, served to accentuate the green that tinged their mild gray. Below the eyes was a nose unmistakably pugged. Lower still, a long upper lip gave to a mouth (generous in size) that, smiling, showed itself to be full of dental bridges made entirely of gold.
"Ma.s.sy gold!" Johnnie reflected admiringly, "like the dishes Aladdin"s got." And he made up his mind, then and there, that when he was grown-up, and could afford it, he would have gold bridges.
"And where d" ye think ye"re goin" wid th" roses?" inquired the giant in the blue uniform, managing a smile for this rarity among city urchins.
"No "xact where," replied Johnnie.
"Well, then, little lad, dear," said the other man, "is it lost ye are?
or are all those sa.s.sy roses just coaxin" ye out into the sun?"
Now here was a thought that appealed! Johnnie"s eyes twinkled. "Wouldn"t y" both like t" have a smell of "em?" he asked, and lifted the bouquet temptingly. "I was sent out to sell "em."
Now witness a stern guardian of the peace, who but a moment ago had in his mind the thought of "landin" a bit of a thief," leaning forward to take a breath of the flowers. "Grand," he agreed. The larger man took off his hat before he bent to inhale. "Dain-tee!" he cried, with an enthusiastic shake of his red head; then to a half-dozen small loiterers who were straining to hear, "There! there! Run along now, children dear!
Ye"re wanted at the telephone!"
"I"ll be tellin" certain folks a few things relatin" t" the sellin" o"
this or that on the street," now observed the policeman, vaguely. "Eh, Father Pat?"
"I"ll be glad t" go along with ye," returned the other, "and if things "re as bad as they look t" be, then it"s Patrick Mungovan that"ll do a bit o" rakin"!" He settled the straw hat.
"Just where d" y" live, young man?" asked the policeman.
Johnnie had guessed from the tone of the priest that a "rakin"" was something not altogether pleasant; had concluded, too, that it would fall to the lot of Big Tom. So he gave the address gladly, and as his two new friends stepped forward, was himself ten feet away in a flash, and--going in the wrong direction!
"Here, now! Here!" called the officer after him, at once stern and suspicious. "Don"t ye be leadin" _me_ no wild goose chase!" Johnnie having halted, the other came up to him and seized him by one big sleeve. "Ye tell me one thing, and ye start the opp"site! How"s that?"
"I guess I don"t know where I am," admitted Johnnie. "Y" see, I don"t git out much, and so I don"t know my way good."
"Now, what could be honester, Clancy?" chided the bigger man. "Shure, ye can see by the color o" his skin that he"s a shut-in.--So, now, square about, little flower peddler, but, oh, go easy! easy! That is, if ye want me t" go along, or, shure, big as I am, and fat----"
"Ye"re _not_ fat, Father!" denied Clancy. They were all under way now, with Johnnie in the middle.
"Well, solid then," amended the other, breathing hard. "Shure, it"s me that cuts up a big piece of cloth when it comes t" clothes, which is deceivin" enough, since I"m back from the war. For what"s a man--and never mind his size--if his lungs is gone? or goin"?"
Johnnie turned upward a troubled look. "Did y" git hurt in the war?" he asked.
"Well, maybe ye wouldn"t call it hurt, exactly," answered the Father.
"Shure, they didn"t let out anny of the blood of me, but "twould"ve been better, I"m thinkin", if they had. No, lad dear, they sent me over a whiff of the gas, the wind bein" right for the nasty business, and I had the bad taste t" swallow it."
As they fared along, Johnnie kept up a steady chatter in a manner that was obviously friendly and cheerful, this in order to make pa.s.sersby understand that his return was in the nature of another triumph, and that he had not been arrested. As for his look and carriage, they were those of a proud boy.
By the time his companions had learned how matters stood in the flat, the three had reached the stairs and begun a slow climb. With the caution of his kind, the policeman did not allow Johnnie to lead the way. The latter came second in the procession, the priest toiling last, with much puffing and many a grunt.
The progress of the three being so leisurely, there was time for the inhabitants of the building to hear of the interesting pair that were ascending with Johnnie Smith, and to a.s.semble in groups at the landings, while excited chatter wafted the dust which the visitors raised, and the stairs creaked alarmingly.
When the Barber door was reached, the representative of the law paused--as if waiting for the priest to come up. In reality, standing sidewise, one ear close to a panel, he listened to what was going on inside. As Johnnie, with the bouquet waving against his breast, came to a halt at the official heels, he heard it all, too--a roar of threats and curses, loud stamping to and fro across a squeaking floor, while like a sad accompaniment to a harsh tune there sounded a low, frightened weeping.
Johnnie peered up into the policeman"s face. Dark as was the hall, he could see that Mr. Clancy"s visage was stern. Father Pat was beside them now, steadying himself by a hand on the rickety banister, while he laid the other upon his breast as if to ease his panting. His look was horrified.
The youngest of that trio rejoiced that Big Tom was acting so badly just at this time. It meant that the "rakin"" would surely happen; and after Father Pat had done his part, Johnnie hoped that the policeman would arrest the longsh.o.r.eman, drag him away to prison, and perhaps even whack him a time or two with his polished stick.
These possibilities were comforting.
CHAPTER XXV
AN ALLY CROSSES A SWORD
OFFICER CLANCY did not wait even to knock once upon the Barber door, but pushed it open sharply--discovering Big Tom and Cis, face to face on the far side of the kitchen table, the latter with wet cheeks, while her shrinking, wilted young figure was swayed backward out of reach of the huge finger which the longsh.o.r.eman was shaking before her eyes. Beside her, crouched down in his chair, was old Grandpa, peering out between the folds of his blanket like a frightened kitten.
The interruption halted Big Tom halfway of a stormy sentence, and he turned upon the entering officer a countenance dark and working. (As Father Pat said afterward, "Shure, and "twas as black as anny colored babe"s in Cherry Street!") However, that newly shaved visage lightened instantly, paling at sight of the police-blue and the shield.
The officer spoke first. "This kid belong here?" he asked.
"Lives here," admitted Barber, swallowing.
"I take it ye"re not a florist," went on Clancy.
"I ain"t."
"Ah! In that case,"--firmly--"ye"ll not be sendin" anny boy out on to the street t" sell roses: leastways, not without the proper license, which ye can ask for up at City Hall." Next, the patrolman gave Johnnie a friendly shove toward the middle of the room. "Hand the posies t" yer sister, young man," he commanded.
Johnnie darted to obey, and Cis made a joyous start toward him. Their hands touched, and the roses changed keeper.
Meanwhile Barber had gained back a little of his usual self-confidence.
"Oh, all right," he remarked. "But we need money a lot more"n flowers."
"That"s as it may be," conceded Clancy, dryly. "But--the law"s the law, and I"ll just tell ye this much":--he emphasized his statement by pointing the stick--"ye"re lucky t" "scape a fine! Seein" ye"re so short o" cash!"