When I reflect upon the number of disagreeable people who I know have gone to a better world, I am moved to lead a different life. -Pudd"nhead Wilson"s Calendar
October. This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks in. The others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August, and February. -Pudd"nhead Wilson"s Calendar Thus mournfully communing with himself, Tom moped along the lane past Pudd"nhead Wilson"s house, and still on and on between fences enclosing vacant country on each hand till he neared the haunted house, then he came moping back again, with many sighs and heavy with trouble. He sorely wanted cheerful company. Rowena! His heart gave a bound at the thought, but the next thought quieted it-the detested twins would be there.
He was on the inhabited side of Wilson"s house, and now as he approached it, he noticed that the sitting room was lighted. This would do; others made him feel unwelcome sometimes, but Wilson never failed in courtesy toward him, and a kindly courtesy does at least save one"s feelings, even if it is not professing to stand for a welcome. Wilson heard footsteps at his threshold, then the clearing of a throat.
"It"s that fickle-tempered, dissipated young goose-poor devil, he find friends pretty scarce today, likely, after the disgrace of carrying a personal a.s.sault case into a law-court."
A dejected knock. "Come in!"
Tom entered, and dropped into a chair, without saying anything. Wilson said kindly: "Why, my boy, you look desolate. Don"t take it so hard. Try and forget you have been kicked."
"Oh, dear," said Tom, wretchedly, "it"s not that, Pudd"nhead-it"s not that. It"s a thousand times worse than that-oh, yes, a million times worse."
"Why, Tom, what do you mean? Has Rowena-"
"Flung me? No, but the old man has."
Wilson said to himself, "Aha!" and thought of the mysterious girl in the bedroom. "The Driscolls have been making discoveries!" Then he said aloud, gravely: "Tom, there are some kinds of dissipation which-"
"Oh, shucks, this hasn"t got anything to do with dissipation. He wanted me to challenge that derned Italian savage, and I wouldn"t do it."
"Yes, of course he would do that," said Wilson in a meditative matter-of-course way, "but the thing that puzzled me was, why he didn"t look to that last night, for one thing, and why he let you carry such a matter into a court of law at all, either before the duel or after it. It"s no place for it. It was not like him. I couldn"t understand it. How did it happen?"
"It happened because he didn"t know anything about it. He was asleep when I got home last night."
"And you didn"t wake him? Tom, is that possible?"
Tom was not getting much comfort here. He fidgeted a moment, then said: "I didn"t choose to tell him-that"s all. He was going a-fishing before dawn, with Pembroke Howard, and if I got the twins into the common calaboose-and I thought sure I could-I never dreamed of their slipping out on a paltry fine for such an outrageous offense-well, once in the calaboose they would be disgraced, and uncle wouldn"t want any duels with that sort of characters, and wouldn"t allow any.
"Tom, I am ashamed of you! I don"t see how you could treat your good old uncle so. I am a better friend of his than you are; for if I had known the circ.u.mstances I would have kept that case out of court until I got word to him and let him have the gentleman"s chance."
"You would?" exclaimed Tom, with lively surprise. "And it your first case! And you know perfectly well there never would have been any case if he had got that chance, don"t you? And you"d have finished your days a pauper n.o.body, instead of being an actually launched and recognized lawyer today. And you would really have done that, would you?"
"Certainly."
Tom looked at him a moment or two, then shook his head sorrowfully and said: "I believe you-upon my word I do. I don"t know why I do, but I do. Pudd"nhead Wilson, I think you"re the biggest fool I ever saw."
"Thank you."
"Don"t mention it."
"Well, he has been requiring you to fight the Italian, and you have refused. You degenerate remnant of an honorable line! I"m thoroughly ashamed of you, Tom!"
"Oh, that"s nothing! I don"t care for anything, now that the will"s torn up again."
"Tom, tell me squarely-didn"t he find any fault with you for anything but those two things-carrying the case into court and refusing to fight?"
He watched the young fellow"s face narrowly, but it was entirely reposeful, and so also was the voice that answered: "No, he didn"t find any other fault with me. If he had had any to find, he would have begun yesterday, for he was just in the humor for it. He drove that jack-pair around town and showed them the sights, and when he came home he couldn"t find his father"s old silver watch that don"t keep time and he thinks so much of, and couldn"t remember what he did with it three or four days ago when he saw it last, and when I suggested that it probably wasn"t lost but stolen, it put him in a regular pa.s.sion, and he said I was a fool-which convinced me, without any trouble, that that was just what he was afraid had happened, himself, but did not want to believe it, because lost things stand a better chance of being found again than stolen ones."
"Whe-ew!" whistled Wilson. "Score another one the list."
"Another what?"
"Another theft!"
"Theft?"
"Yes, theft. That watch isn"t lost, it"s stolen. There"s been another raid on the town-and just the same old mysterious sort of thing that has happened once before, as you remember."
"You don"t mean it!"
"It"s as sure as you are born! Have you missed anything yourself?"
"No. That is, I did miss a silver pencil case that Aunt Mary Pratt gave me last birthday-"
"You"ll find it stolen-that"s what you"ll find."
"No, I sha"n"t; for when I suggested theft about the watch and got such a rap, I went and examined my room, and the pencil case was missing, but it was only mislaid, and I found it again."
"You are sure you missed nothing else?"
"Well, nothing of consequence. I missed a small plain gold ring worth two or three dollars, but that will turn up. I"ll look again."
"In my opinion you"ll not find it. There"s been a raid, I tell you. Come in!"
Mr. Justice Robinson entered, followed by Buckstone and the town constable, Jim Blake. They sat down, and after some wandering and aimless weather-conversation Wilson said: "By the way, We"ve just added another to the list of thefts, maybe two. Judge Driscoll"s old silver watch is gone, and Tom here has missed a gold ring."
"Well, it is a bad business," said the justice, "and gets worse the further it goes. The Hankses, the Dobsons, the Pilligrews, the Ortons, the Grangers, the Hales, the Fullers, the Holcombs, in fact everybody that lives around about Patsy Cooper"s had been robbed of little things like trinkets and teaspoons and suchlike small valuables that are easily carried off. It"s perfectly plain that the thief took advantage of the reception at Patsy Cooper"s when all the neighbors were in her house and all their n.i.g.g.e.rs hanging around her fence for a look at the show, to raid the vacant houses undisturbed. Patsy is miserable about it; miserable on account of the neighbors, and particularly miserable on account of her foreigners, of course; so miserable on their account that she hasn"t any room to worry about her own little losses."
"It"s the same old raider," said Wilson. "I suppose there isn"t any doubt about that."
"Constable Blake doesn"t think so."
"No, you"re wrong there," said Blake. "The other times it was a man; there was plenty of signs of that, as we know, in the profession, though we never got hands on him; but this time it"s a woman."
Wilson thought of the mysterious girl straight off. She was always in his mind now. But she failed him again. Blake continued: "She"s a stoop-shouldered old woman with a covered basket on her arm, in a black veil, dressed in mourning. I saw her going aboard the ferryboat yesterday. Lives in Illinois, I reckon; but I don"t care where she lives, I"m going to get her-she can make herself sure of that."
"What makes you think she"s the thief?"
"Well, there ain"t any other, for one thing; and for another, some n.i.g.g.e.r draymen that happened to be driving along saw her coming out of or going into houses, and told me so-and it just happens that they was robbed, every time."
It was granted that this was plenty good enough circ.u.mstantial evidence. A pensive silence followed, which lasted some moments, then Wilson said: "There"s one good thing, anyway. She can"t either p.a.w.n or sell Count Luigi"s costly Indian dagger."
"My!" said Tom. "Is that gone?"
"Yes."
"Well, that was a haul! But why can"t she p.a.w.n it or sell it?"
"Because when the twins went home from the Sons of Liberty meeting last night, news of the raid was sifting in from everywhere, and Aunt Patsy was in distress to know if they had lost anything. They found that the dagger was gone, and they notified the police and p.a.w.nbrokers everywhere. It was a great haul, yes, but the old woman won"t get anything out of it, because she"ll get caught."
"Did they offer a reward?" asked Buckstone.
"Yes, five hundred dollars for the knife, and five hundred more for the thief."
"What a leather-headed idea!" exclaimed the constable. "The thief das"n"t go near them, nor send anybody. Whoever goes is going to get himself nabbed, for their ain"t any p.a.w.nbroker that"s going to lose the chance to-"
If anybody had noticed Tom"s face at that time, the gray-green color of it might have provoked curiosity; but n.o.body did. He said to himself: "I"m gone! I never can square up; the rest of the plunder won"t p.a.w.n or sell for half of the bill. Oh, I know it-I"m gone, I"m gone-and this time it"s for good. Oh, this is awful-I don"t know what to do, nor which way to turn!"
"Softly, softly," said Wilson to Blake. "I planned their scheme for them at midnight last night, and it was all finished up shipshape by two this morning. They"ll get their dagger back, and then I"ll explain to you how the thing was done."
There were strong signs of a general curiosity, and Buckstone said: "Well, you have whetted us up pretty sharp, Wilson, and I"m free to say that if you don"t mind telling us in confidence-"
"Oh, I"d as soon tell as not, Buckstone, but as long as the twins and I agreed to say nothing about it, we must let it stand so. But you can take my word for it, you won"t be kept waiting three days. Somebody will apply for that reward pretty promptly, and I"ll show you the thief and the dagger both very soon afterward."
The constable was disappointed, and also perplexed. He said: "It may all be-yes, and I hope it will, but I"m blamed if I can see my way through it. It"s too many for yours truly."
The subject seemed about talked out. n.o.body seemed to have anything further to offer. After a silence the justice of the peace informed Wilson that he and Buckstone and the constable had come as a committee, on the part of the Democratic party, to ask him to run for mayor-for the little town was about to become a city and the first charter election was approaching. It was the first attention which Wilson had ever received at the hands of any party; it was a sufficiently humble one, but it was a recognition of his debut into the town"s life and activities at last; it was a step upward, and he was deeply gratified. He accepted, and the committee departed, followed by young Tom.
CHAPTER 14 - Roxana Insists Upon Reform
The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief of this world"s luxuries, king by the grace of G.o.d over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took: we know it because she repented. -Pudd"nhead Wilson"s Calendar About the time that Wilson was bowing the committee out, Pembroke Howard was entering the next house to report. He found the old judge sitting grim and straight in his chair, waiting.
"Well, Howard-the news?"
"The best in the world."
"Accepts, does he?" and the light of battle gleamed joyously in the Judge"s eye.
"Accepts? Why he jumped at it."
"Did, did he? Now that"s fine-that"s very fine. I like that. When is it to be?"
"Now! Straight off! Tonight! An admirable fellow-admirable!"
"Admirable? He"s a darling! Why, it"s an honor as well as a pleasure to stand up before such a man. Come-off with you! Go and arrange everything-and give him my heartiest compliments. A rare fellow, indeed; an admirable fellow, as you have said!"
"I"ll have him in the vacant stretch between Wilson"s and the haunted house within the hour, and I"ll bring my own pistols."
Judge Driscoll began to walk the floor in a state of pleased excitement; but presently he stopped, and began to think-began to think of Tom. Twice he moved toward the secretary, and twice he turned away again; but finally he said: "This may be my last night in the world-I must not take the chance. He is worthless and unworthy, but it is largely my fault. He was entrusted to me by my brother on his dying bed, and I have indulged him to his hurt, instead of training him up severely, and making a man of him, I have violated my trust, and I must not add the sin of desertion to that. I have forgiven him once already, and would subject him to a long and hard trial before forgiving him again, if I could live; but I must not run that risk. No, I must restore the will. But if I survive the duel, I will hide it away, and he will not know, and I will not tell him until he reforms, and I see that his reformation is going to be permanent."
He redrew the will, and his ostensible nephew was heir to a fortune again. As he was finishing his task, Tom, wearied with another brooding tramp, entered the house and went tiptoeing past the sitting room door. He glanced in, and hurried on, for the sight of his uncle was nothing but terrors for him tonight. But his uncle was writing! That was unusual at this late hour. What could he be writing? A chill of anxiety settled down upon Tom"s heart. Did that writing concern him? He was afraid so. He reflected that when ill luck begins, it does not come in sprinkles, but in showers. He said he would get a glimpse of that doc.u.ment or know the reason why. He heard someone coming, and stepped out of sight and hearing. It was Pembroke Howard. What could be hatching?
Howard said, with great satisfaction: "Everything"s right and ready. He"s gone to the battleground with his second and the surgeon-also with his brother. I"ve arranged it all with Wilson-Wilson"s his second. We are to have three shots apiece."
"Good! How is the moon?"
"Bright as day, nearly. Perfect, for the distance-fifteen yards. No wind-not a breath; hot and still."
"All good; all first-rate. Here, Pembroke, read this, and witness it."
Pembroke read and witnessed the will, then gave the old man"s hand a hearty shake and said: "Now that"s right, York-but I knew you would do it. You couldn"t leave that poor chap to fight along without means or profession, with certain defeat before him, and I knew you wouldn"t, for his father"s sake if not for his own."
"For his dead father"s sake, I couldn"t, I know; for poor Percy-but you know what Percy was to me. But mind-Tom is not to know of this unless I fall tonight."
"I understand. I"ll keep the secret."
The judge put the will away, and the two started for the battleground. In another minute the will was in Tom"s hands. His misery vanished, his feelings underwent a tremendous revulsion. He put the will carefully back in its place, and spread his mouth and swung his hat once, twice, three times around his head, in imitation of three rousing huzzahs, no sound issuing from his lips. He fell to communing with himself excitedly and joyously, but every now and then he let off another volley of dumb hurrahs.
He said to himself: "I"ve got the fortune again, but I"ll not let on that I know about it. And this time I"m going to hang on to it. I take no more risks. I"ll gamble no more, I"ll drink no more, because-well, because I"ll not go where there is any of that sort of thing going on, again. It"s the sure way, and the only sure way; I might have thought of that sooner-well, yes, if I had wanted to. But now-dear me, I"ve had a scare this time, and I"ll take no more chances. Not a single chance more. Land! I persuaded myself this evening that I could fetch him around without any great amount of effort, but I"ve been getting more and more heavyhearted and doubtful straight along, ever since. If he tells me about this thing, all right; but if he doesn"t, I sha"n"t let on. I-well, I"d like to tell Pudd"nhead Wilson, but-no, I"ll think about that; perhaps I won"t." He whirled off another dead huzzah, and said, "I"m reformed, and this time I"ll stay so, sure!"
He was about to close with a final grand silent demonstration, when he suddenly recollected that Wilson had put it out of his power to p.a.w.n or sell the Indian knife, and that he was once more in awful peril of exposure by his creditors for that reason. His joy collapsed utterly, and he turned away and moped toward the door moaning and lamenting over the bitterness of his luck. He dragged himself upstairs, and brooded in his room a long time, disconsolate and forlorn, with Luigi"s Indian knife for a text. At last he sighed and said: "When I supposed these stones were gla.s.s and this ivory bone, the thing hadn"t any interest for me because it hadn"t any value, and couldn"t help me out of my trouble. But now-why, now it is full of interest; yes, and of a sort to break a body"s heart. It"s a bag of gold that has turned to dirt and ashes in my hands. It could save me, and save me so easily, and yet I"ve got to go to ruin. It"s like drowning with a life preserver in my reach. All the hard luck comes to me, and all the good luck goes to other people-Pudd"nhead Wilson, for instance; even his career has got a sort of a little start at last, and what has he done to deserve it, I should like to know? Yes, he has opened his own road, but he isn"t content with that, but must block mine. It"s a sordid, selfish world, and I wish I was out of it." He allowed the light of the candle to play upon the jewels of the sheath, but the flashings and sparklings had no charm for his eye; they were only just so many pangs to his heart. "I must not say anything to Roxy about this thing," he said. "She is too daring. She would be for digging these stones out and selling them, and then-why, she would be arrested and the stones traced, and then-" The thought made him quake, and he hid the knife away, trembling all over and glancing furtively about, like a criminal who fancies that the accuser is already at hand.
Should he try to sleep? Oh, no, sleep was not for him; his trouble was too haunting, too afflicting for that. He must have somebody to mourn with. He would carry his despair to Roxy.
He had heard several distant gunshots, but that sort of thing was not uncommon, and they had made no impression upon him. He went out at the back door, and turned westward. He pa.s.sed Wilson"s house and proceeded along the lane, and presently saw several figures approaching Wilson"s place through the vacant lots. These were the duelists returning from the fight; he thought he recognized them, but as he had no desire for white people"s company, he stooped down behind the fence until they were out of his way.
Roxy was feeling fine. She said: "Whah was you, child? Warn"t you in it?"
"In what?"
"In de duel."
"Duel? Has there been a duel?"
"Co"se dey has. De ole Jedge has be"n havin" a duel wid one o" dem twins."
"Great Scott!" Then he added to himself: "That"s what made him remake the will; he thought he might get killed, and it softened him toward me. And that"s what he and Howard were so busy about... . Oh dear, if the twin had only killed him, I should be out of my-"
"What is you mumblin" "bout, Chambers? Whah was you? Didn"t you know dey was gwine to be a duel?"
"No, I didn"t. The old man tried to get me to fight one with Count Luigi, but he didn"t succeed, so I reckon he concluded to patch up the family honor himself."
He laughed at the idea, and went rambling on with a detailed account of his talk with the judge, and how shocked and ashamed the judge was to find that he had a coward in his family. He glanced up at last, and got a shock himself. Roxana"s bosom was heaving with suppressed pa.s.sion, and she was glowering down upon him with measureless contempt written in her face.
"En you refuse" to fight a man dat kicked you, "stid o" jumpin" at de chance! En you ain"t got no mo" feelin" den to come en tell me, dat fetched sich a po" lowdown ornery rabbit into de worl"! Pah! it make me sick! It"s de n.i.g.g.e.r in you, dat"s what it is. Thirty-one parts o" you is white, en on"y one part n.i.g.g.e.r, en dat po" little one part is yo" soul. "Tain"t wuth savin"; "tain"t wuth totin" out on a shovel en throwin" en de gutter. You has disgraced yo" birth. What would yo" pa think o" you? It"s enough to make him turn in his grave."