"No," said Mary, "he"s real. Honest to G.o.d!"
"Oh! You bring him for an engagement. Vell, I don"t do no business outside my office. Send him to see Lipsky in de mornin"."
"He hasn"t asked for an engagement," said Mary.
"Oh, he ain"t. Vell, vot"s he hangin" about for? Been gittin" a permanent vave? Ha, ha, ha!"
"Cut it out, Abey," said Mary Magna. "This is a gentleman, and you must be decent. Mr. Carpenter, meet Mr. T-S."
"Carpenter, eh? Vell, Mr. Carpenter, if I vas to make a picture vit you I gotta spend a million dollars on it--you know you can"t make no cheap skate picture fer a ting like dat, if you do you got a piece o" cheese. It"d gotta be a costume picture, and you got shoost as much show to market vun o" dem today as you got vit a pauper"s funeral. I spend all dat money, and no show to git it back, and den you actors tink I"m makin" ten million a veek off you--"
"Cut it out, Abey!" broke in Mary. "Mr. Carpenter hasn"t asked anything of you."
"Oh, he ain"t, hey? So dat"s his game. Vell, he"ll find maybe I can vait as long as de next feller. Ven he gits ready to talk business, he knows vere Eternal City is, I guess. Vot"s de matter, Madame, you got dat old voman o" mine melted to de chair?"
"I"ll see, I"ll see, Meester T-S," said Madame, hustling out of the room.
Mary came up to the great man. "See here, Abey," she said, in a low voice, "you"re making the worst mistake of your life. Apparently this man hasn"t been discovered. When he is, you know what"ll happen."
"Vere doss he come from?"
"I don"t know. Billy here brought him. I said he must have come out of a stained gla.s.s window in St. Bartholomew"s Church."
"Oho, ho!" said T-S.
"Anyhow, he"s new, and he"s too good to keep. The paper"s "ll get hold of him sure. Just look at him!"
"But, Mary, can he act?"
"Act? My G.o.d, he don"t have to act! He only has to look at you, and you want to fall at his feet. Go be decent to him, and find out what he wants."
The great man surveyed the figure of the stranger appraisingly. Then he went up to him. "See here, Mr. Carpenter, maybe I could make you famous. Vould you like dat?"
"I have never thought of being famous," was the reply.
"Vell, you tink of it now. If I hire you, I make you de greatest actor in de vorld. I make it a propaganda picture fer de churches, dey vould show it to de headens in China and in Zululand. I make you a contract fer ten years, and I pay you five hunded dollars a veek, vedder you vork or not, and you vouldn"t have to vork so much, because I don"t catch myself makin" a million dollar feature picture vit gawd amighty and de angels in it for no regular veekly releases.
Maybe you find some cheap skate feller vit some vild cat company vot promise you more; but he sells de picture and makes over de money to his vife"s brudders, and den he goes bust, and vere you at den, hey?
Mary Magna, here, she tell you, if you git a contract vit old Abey, it"s shoost like you got libbidy bonds. I make dat lovely lady a check every veek fer tirty-five hunded dollars, an" I gotta sign it vit my own hand, and I tell you it gives me de cramps to sign so much money all de time, but I do it, and you see all dem rings and ribbons and veils and tings vot she buys vit de money, she looks like a jeweler"s shop and a toy-store all rolled into vun goin"
valkin" down de street."
"Mr. Carpenter was just scolding me for that," said Mary. "I"ve an idea if you pay him a salary, he"ll feed it to the poor."
"If I pay it," said T-S, "it"s his, and he can feed it to de d.i.c.ky-birds if he vants to. Vot you say, Mr. Carpenter?"
I was waiting with curiosity to hear what he would say; but at that moment the door from the "maternity-room" was opened, and the voice of Madame Planchet broke in: "Here she ees!" And the flesh-mountain appeared, with the two caryatids supporting her.
XIII
"My Gawd!" gasped Mrs. T-S. "I"m dyin"!"
Her husband responded, beaming, "So you gone and done it again!"
Said Mrs. T-S: "I"ll never do it no more!"
Said the husband: "Y"allus say dat. Fergit it, Maw, you"re all right now, you don"t have to have your hair frizzed fer six mont"s!"
Said Mrs. T-S: "I gotta lie down. I"m dyin", Abey, I tell you. Lemme git on de sofa."
Said the husband: "Now, Maw, we gotta git to dinner--"
"I can"t eat no dinner."
"Vot?" There was genuine alarm in the husband"s voice. "You can"t eat no dinner? Sure you gotta eat your dinner. You can"t live if you don"t eat. Come along now, Maw."
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!"
T-S went and stood before her, and a grin came over his face. "Sure, now, ain"t it fine? Say, Mary, look at dem lovely curves. Billy, shoost look here! Vy, she looks like a kid again, don"t she! Madame, you"re a daisy--you sure deliver de goods."
Madame Planchet beamed, and the flesh-mountain was feebly cheered.
"You like it, Abey?"
"Sure, I like it! Maw, it"s grand! It"s like I got a new girl! Come on now, git up, we go git our dinner, and den we gotta see dem night scenes took. Don"t forgit, we"re payin" two tousand men five dollars apiece tonight, and we gotta git our money out of "em." Then, taking for granted that this settled it, he turned to the rest. "You come vit us, Mary?"
"I must wait for my grannie."
"Sure, you leave your car fer grannie, and you come vit us, and we git some dinner, and den we see dem mob scenes took. You come along, Mr. Carpenter, I gotta have some talk vit you. And you, Billy? And Rosythe--come, pile in."
"I have to wait for the missus," said the critic. "We have a date."
"Vell," said T-S, and he went up close. "You do me a favor, Rosythe; don"t say nuttin" about dis fellow Carpenter tonight. I feed him and git him feelin" good, and den I make a contract vit him, and I give you a front page telegraph story, see?"
"All right," said the critic.
"Mum"s de vord now," said the magnate; and he waddled out, and the two caryatids lifted the flesh-mountain, and half carried it to the elevator, and Mary walked with Carpenter, and I brought up the rear.
The car of T-S was waiting at the door, and this car is something special. It is long, like a freight-car, made all of shining gun-metal, or some such material; the huge wheels are of solid metal, and the fenders are so big and solid, it looks like an armored military car. There is an extra wheel on each side, and two more locked on to the rear. There is a chauffeur in uniform, and a footman in uniform, just to open the doors and close them and salute you as you enter. Inside, it is all like the sofas in Madame"s scalping shop; you fall into them, and soft furs enfold you, and you give a sigh of Contentment, "O-o-o-o-o-o-oh!"
"Prince"s," said T-S to the chauffeur, and the palace on wheels began to glide along. It occurred to me to wonder that T-S was not embarra.s.sed to take Carpenter to a fashionable eating-place. But I could read his thoughts; everybody would a.s.sume that he had been "on location" with one of his stars; and anyhow, what the h.e.l.l? Wasn"t he Abey Tszchniczklefritszch?
"Wor-r-r-r-r! Wor-r-r-r-r-r!" snarled the horn of the car; and I could understand the meaning of this also. It said: "I am the car of Abey Tszchniczklefritszch, king of the movies, future king of the world. Get the h.e.l.l out o" my way!" So we sped through the crowded streets, and pedestrians scattered like autumn leaves before a storm. "My Gawd, but I"m hungry!" said T-S. "I ain"t had nuttin" to eat since lunch-time. How goes it, Maw? Feelin" better? Vell, you be all right ven you git your grub."
So we came to Prince"s, and drew up before the porte-cochere, and found ourselves confronting an adventure. There was a crowd before the place, a surging throng half-way down the block, with a whole line of policemen to hold them back. Over the heads of the crowd were transparencies, frame boxes with canvas on, and lights inside, and words painted on them. "h.e.l.lo!" cried T-S. "Vot"s dis?"
Suddenly I recalled what I had read in the morning"s paper. The workers of the famous lobster palace had gone on strike, and trouble was feared. I told T-S, and he exclaimed: "Oh, h.e.l.l! Ain"t we got troubles enough vit strikers in de studios, vitout dey come spoilin"
our dinner?"