Most men, as Barber liked to boast, did not dare to give the longsh.o.r.eman any of their "lip." But now he was careful to accept the ultimatum of the officer without a show of temper. "Guess I am," he a.s.sented.
Clancy nodded. "And I"ll see ye later, Father Pat?" he inquired, giving the priest a meaning glance.
"Please G.o.d," replied the Father, settling himself in the morris chair.
(He knew when young eyes implored.)
"I"ll say good-day t" ye all," went on the policeman. He gave Johnnie a wink and Cis a smile as he went out.
Father Pat now took off his hat. In such cases it was well to "set by"
till the storm blew over. "I"m thinkin" I met ye on the docks one day,"
he observed cordially enough to Big Tom. ""Twas the time there was trouble over the loadin" of the _Mary Jane_."
Barber was chewing. "Y" had that honor," he returned, a trifle sarcastic.
"Ha-ha!" laughed the Father. But there was a flash of something not too friendly in his look. "Honor, was it? I"m glad ye told me! For meself, shure, I can"t always be certain whether "tis that--or maybe just the opp"site!"
"_I_ can be sure," went on the longsh.o.r.eman. He sucked his teeth belligerently. "I know when I"m honored, and also when I"m not."
"Is it like that?" retorted Father Pat smoothly. "Then I"ll say ye"re smarter than I judged ye was from seein" ye put a lad on to the street t" sell flowers of a Sunday mornin"."
To Cis this pa.s.sage between the men was all pure agony. She dropped down beside Grandpa"s chair, and stayed there, half hidden. But it was not misery for Johnnie. He had rightly guessed what the "rakin"" would be, and for whom. And now it was going forward, and he welcomed it.
It was then that it came over him how different was this newest friend from his other two! One-Eye always left Johnnie puzzled as to his real opinion of the longsh.o.r.eman, this through saying just the opposite of what he meant. Mr. Perkins, on the other hand, did not express himself at all; in fact, almost ignored Barber"s existence. But Father Pat! Not even old Grandpa could be in doubt as to how the priest felt toward the longsh.o.r.eman.
"Oh, don"t you worry about this kid," advised Big Tom. "I git mighty little out o" _him_."
Father Pat stared. Then, bluntly, "Shure, now, don"t tell me that! Ye know, I can see his big hands."
Johnnie"s hands, at that moment, were hanging in front of him, the fingers knotted. He glanced down at them. He had never thought of them as being large, but now he realized that they were. What was worse, they seemed to be getting bigger and bigger all of a sudden! The way they were swelling made him part them and slip them behind his back.
"When I was a shaver, I didn"t have no time t" be a dude!" a.s.serted Big Tom. "And this kid ain"t no better"n me!"
"As a man," answered the Father, "shure, and I hope he"ll be better than the two o" us put t"gether! Because if the boys and girls don"t improve upon the older folks, how is this world t" git better, t"
advance?" As he spoke, his look went swiftly round the room.
Barber laughed. "Well, I can tell y" one thing about him," he said. "He won"t never make a longsh.o.r.eman--the little runt!"
At that, Father Pat fairly shot to his feet, and taking a forward step, hung over Big Tom, his green eyes black, his freckled face as crimson as his hair. "Runt is it!" he cried. "Runt! And I"ll ask ye why, Mr. Tom Barber? Because ye"ve kept him shut up in this black place! Because ye"ve cheated him out o" decent food, and fresh air, and the flirtin" up o" his boy"s heels! Does he find time t" play? Has he got friends? Not if ye can help it! Oh, I can read all the little story o" him--the sad, starved, pitiful, lonely, story o" him!"
Barber got up slowly, laying down his pipe. "I guess I know a few things I"ve done for him," he answered angrily. "And I don"t want abuse for them, neither! He"s got a lot t" be thankful for!"
"Thankful, yer Grandmother!" raged the Father, but somewhat breathlessly. "I don"t want t" hear yer excuses, nor what ye"ve done! I can see through ye just as if ye was a pane o" gla.s.s! It"s the carin"
for the old man without a penny o" cost that ye"ve thought about! It"s the makin" o" a few flowers for a few cents!"--he pointed to the table--"when the lad ought t" be at his books! Greed"s at the bottom o"
what ye do--not only workin" the lad too hard for his strength, but cheatin" him out o" his school!"
"I guess that"s all," said Barber, quietly. "I"ll ask y" t" cut it."
"I"ll cut nothin"!" cried the priest. "These five years ye"ve been waitin" for a man t" come and tell ye the truth. Well, I"m only what"s left o" a man, but the truth is on me tongue! And it"s comin" off, Tom Barber,--it"s comin" off! Shut up another lad like ye"ve shut him, thrash him, and half starve him in his mind and his body, and see what ye"d get! Ye"d get an idiot, that"s what ye"d get! The average lad couldn"t stand it! Not the way this boy has! Because why? I"ll tell ye: ye"ve made his home a prison, and ye"ve dressed him like a beggar, but ye"ve never been able t" keep his brain and his soul from growin"! Ye"ve never been able t" lock _them_ up! Nor dress them badly! And G.o.d be thanked for it!"
"A-a-a-w!" snarled Barber. "I wish all _I_ had t" do was t" go from flat t" flat and talk sermons!"
"Ye wish that, do ye?" cried the Father, rumpling his red hair from the back of his neck upward. "Well, shure, ye don"t know what ye"re talkin"
about! For there isn"t annything harder than talkin" t" folks that haven"t the sense or the decency t" do what"s right. And also--no rascal pines t" be watched!"
Barber stared. "What"s y"re grudge?" he demanded.
"A grudge is what I"ve got!" replied Father Pat. "It"s the kind I hold against anny man who mistreats children! And while I live and draw breath, which won"t be long, I"ll fight that kind o" a man whenever I meet him! And I"ll charge him with his sin, so help me G.o.d, before the very bar o" Heaven!"
Big Tom shrugged. "Y" ain"t a well man," he said; "and then again, y"
happen t" be a priest. For both which reasons I don"t want no trouble with y". So I"ll be obliged if y"ll hire a hall, or find somebody else t" scold, and let up on me for a change. This is Sunday, and I"d like a little rest."
Father Pat went a foot nearer to the longsh.o.r.eman. "Because I"m a priest," he answered, "I"ll not be neglectin" me duty. Ye can drive away scoutmasters, and others that don"t feel they"ve got a right t" tell ye the truth in yer own house, but"--he tapped his chest--"here"s one man ye _won"t_ drive away!"
Big Tom reached for his pipe and his hat. "Well, stay then!" he returned.
"Stay? That I will!" cried the Father. "The lad and the girl, they"ve got a friend that"s goin" t" stick as long as his lungs"ll let him."
"Good!" mocked the longsh.o.r.eman. "Fine!" He pushed his hat down over the stubble of his hair, and went out, slamming the door.
CHAPTER XXVI
THE END OF A LONG DAY
A LONG moment of breathless silence--while four pairs of eyes fixed themselves upon the hall door, and as many pairs of ears strained to follow the creak and clump of Big Tom"s departure. The sound of his steps died away. Another, and a longer, wait, and the door moved and rattled, that signal which marked the opening and shutting of the area door three flights below. The longsh.o.r.eman was really gone. Cis laid her forehead against an arm of the wheel chair, and burst into tears, clinging to old Grandpa, and trembling, and frightening him into weeping; whereupon Johnnie hurried to them, and alternately patted them comfortingly, and Father Pat came to stand over the three.
"Dear! dear! dear!" exclaimed the priest. "But ain"t I glad that I came, though! Shure, the big baboon was ugly! Ha-ha-a-a! And when he"s like that, faith, and how he throws the coconuts!"
That fetched the smiles, even from Cis. And, "Oh-ho! Here comes the sun!" cried the Father, beaming joyously at them all. "Shure, we"ve had the thunderstorm, and the air"s clear, and so all the kittens dear can come out o" their corners, and frisk a bit! Faith, I wasn"t half as mad as I sounded. No, I wasn"t, old gentleman! (And what"s that he"s holdin"
on to? Bless me soul, is it a doll?)" Then having taken up Let.i.tia, and turned her about, and chuckled over her, and given her into Grandpa"s outstretched hands again, "It"s only that our rampin" Mr. Barber," he explained, "wouldn"t understand me if I didn"t give him a bit o" the rough edge o" me tongue--no, nor respect me, neither! So I laid it on a mite thick!--Oh, that man! Say, he"d sell the tears right out o" yer eye! Yes, he would! He"d sell yer eyelashes t" make a broom for a fly!"
"Big Tom, he makes me awful "fraid sometimes," confessed Johnnie. "But he makes Cis lots "fraider, "cause she"s only a girl."
"A girl!" cried the Father. "And ye think bein" a girl is anny good reason for bein" afraid? Faith, little friend, have ye not got hold o" a wrong notion entirely about girls?" Then seeing that here was an opportunity to take the thoughts of these two harried ones away from themselves, "Children dear," he went on, "all this about girls who are afraid reminds me o" a certain story. "Twas in Belgium it happened, a few years back, and in the city o" Brussels, which is the capital. Oh, "tis a grand and a sorrowful story! So! Come now!" He wheeled Grandpa to a place beside the morris chair, signed Cis to take the kitchen chair, helped Johnnie to a perch on the table, and sat again, the others drawn about his red head like so many moths around a cheerful lamp.
It was just as the tale of Edith Cavell ended that, most opportunely, who should come stealing in but Mrs. Kukor, pushing the door open with a slippered foot, for each hand held a dish. The exciting events which had transpired in the Barber flat being common property up and down the area building, naturally she knew them; also, leaned out of her own window, she had heard more than enough. The paleness of her round face told how anxious she was.
The priest stood up. "I"m Father Patrick Mungovan, at yer service, ma"am," he said, bowing gravely.
Mrs. Kukor first wiped both plump hands upon a black sateen ap.r.o.n. Then she extended one of them to the priest. "Glat to meet!" she declared heartily. "Und glat you wa.s.s come!"
The Father shook hands warmly. "Shure, ma"am," he declared, "our two young folks is likely not t" suffer for lookin" after from now on, I"m thinkin", what with our little League o" Nations."
Tears welled into Mrs. Kukor"s black eyes. "Over Chonnie und Cis," she declared, "all times I wa.s.s full of love. _Only_"--she lifted a short, fat finger--"nefer I haf talk my Hebrew religions mit!"