"I think--I--sometimes I hope I do. I am trying to learn a little, stumbling along slowly, with oh _so_ many drawbacks; and do you know I think my interest in these things dates back to that stormy evening in prayer-meeting, when you asked me such queer questions? At least I thought them queer then."
No more standing aloof during that evening for Theodore Mallery. It mattered little how his clothes were cut or of what material they were made; so long as Dora Hastings walked through the rooms and chatted familiarly with him, not a girl present but stood ready to follow her example.
Later in the evening Dora said to him, hesitatingly and almost timidly:
"Mr. Mallery, I don"t like you to think that I was making sport of that Bible verse. I truly know almost nothing about French, and I didn"t take, the sense of it in the least until you read it."
There was another thing that the young man was very anxious to know, and that was whether her motive was mischief or kind intent when she called on him; and like the straightforward individual that he was, he asked her:
"What possessed you to suppose I could read it?"
"Oh," said Dora, innocently, "I knew you were a French scholar, because Mr. Birge told me so."
Someway it was an immense satisfaction to Theodore to know that Dora"s intention had not been to make light of his supposed ignorance. As he went home in the moonlight he laughed a little, and indulged himself in his old habit of soliloquizing.
"It"s just the matter of fine boots and gloves, and a few things of that sort. I did decide once this evening to push the thing through, and make my way up in spite of gloves and boots and broadcloth, and I would now but for one thing. In fact I _have_; we braved it through together. That one girl is worth all the rest of them, and she came to the rescue fairly and squarely. If she had failed me I would have showed the whole of them a few things, but she didn"t, and there"s no occasion for making it such a martyrdom for any of them hereafter. On the whole, I believe I"ll manage to get dear old Grandma McPherson other work besides tailoring after this. There is no earthly reason why I shouldn"t dress as respectable as any body. I don"t know but I owe it to Mr. Stephens to do so. Yes, sir, I"ve changed my mind--boots and broadcloth shall be my servants hereafter."
Keeping in mind this new resolution, Theodore secured the first leisure moment, and inquired of Mr. Stephens what route to take.
"Going to have a new suit of clothes?" questioned that gentleman in a tone of polite indifference, not at all as though he had watched and waited for the development of that very idea. "Well, let me see. I think Barnes & Houghton will serve you quite as well as any. They are on--wait, I will give you their address."
The hour which Theodore had chosen was not a fashionable one at the great establishment of Barnes & Houghton, and he found some half dozen clerks lounging about, with no more important occupation than to coax some fun out of any material which chanced to fall in their way.
"I want to look at some business suits," began Theodore, addressing the foremost of them, with a slight touch of hesitancy and embarra.s.sment. It was new business to him.
"Then I"d advise you to look at them by all means; always do as you want to when you can as well as not, my boy," was the answer which he received, spoken in a tone of good-humored insolence, and not a clerk moved.
"Would you like a white vest pattern, or perhaps you would prefer velvet?" queried a foppish little fellow. And Theodore, who was sharper at that style of talk than any of them, and was rapidly losing his embarra.s.sment, replied in a tone of great good humor:
"I never pick out my goods until I see them; but then perhaps the vest you have on is for sale? Are you the show-block?"
This question, put with great apparent innocence, produced a peal of laughter, for the vest in question was rather too stylish to be in keeping with the wearer"s surroundings and business.
An older clerk now interposed.
"Show him something, Charlie--that"s a good fellow."
"Can"t," said Charlie, from his seat on the counter, "I"m too busy; besides I don"t believe we could suit him. We haven"t anything in the style his clothes are cut. There"s a man right around the corner whose father made coats for Noah"s grandsons; hadn"t you better go to him?"
"I say," put in he of the stylish vest, "can"t you call in some other time, when business isn"t quite so pressing? You see we"re just about driven to death this morning."
Just how far this style of treatment would have been carried, or just how long Theodore would have borne it, can not be known, for with the conclusion of the last sentence every clerk came suddenly to a standing posture, and two of them advanced courteously to meet a new-comer, at the same moment that a gentleman with iron gray hair, and whom Theodore took to be one of the proprietors, emerged from a private office, and came forward on the same errand, and the young man nearly laughed outright when he recognized in the new-comer Mr. Stephens. The two gentlemen were shaking hands.
"Glad to see you again, Mr. Stephens," said he of the iron gray hair.
"How can we serve you this morning?"
"Nothing for me personally, thank you." And then Mr. Stephens turned to Theodore.
"Do you find what you wish, Mallery? Mr. Houghton, let me make you acquainted with this young friend of mine--Mr. Mallery, Mr. Houghton.
This young man, Mr. Houghton, is one of my confidential clerks, a very highly valued one, and any kindness that you can show him will be esteemed as a personal favor to me."
Mr. Houghton bowed his iron gray head very low.
"Very happy to have Mr. Mallery"s patronage; trusted they could suit him. Had he looked at goods? What should they have the pleasure of showing him this morning? c.u.mmings, show Mr. Mallery into the other room, and serve him to the best of your ability."
And what shall be said of the half dozen clerks? Amazement, confusion and consternation were each and all vividly depicted on their faces. Mr.
Stephens" clerk! a highly valued clerk! Mr. Stephens, of all men in the city, the last to be offended! Disgrace and dismissal stared them in the face. For a little minute Theodore was tempted--half a dozen dignified words now, and he understood Mr. Stephens" position well enough to know that these same clerks would not be likely to offend in the same place again. One little moment, the next he turned on his heel and followed c.u.mmings, the aforesaid Charlie, whose face was blazing, into the next room. A word, though, of private exhortation could not be amiss.
"You blundered, you see, this time," he said to c.u.mmings, still good-naturedly. "Wouldn"t it be well not to judge a fellow _always_ by the cut of his coat?"
"You"re a brick!" burst forth the amazed c.u.mmings. "I expected to be blown higher than a kite, and get my walking ticket besides. You"re the best-natured fellow I ever saw."
"You"re mistaken again, my friend. I lost my good nature almost entirely, and came within a word of telling the whole story; only one little thing hindered me."
"What was it?"
"Why I was reading in a very old book, just before I came out this morning, and one sentence read: "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them," and I thought to try it."
"Humph!" said c.u.mmings.
But no descendant of the royal line could have been served more royally than was our friend Mallery at that house, by that young man, then and thereafter.
CHAPTER XVIII.
"WINE IS A MOCKER."
Theodore, or "Mallery," which was the name grown most familiar to him, was rushing down town belated and in haste. The business which had called him out had taken longer than the time which had been a.s.signed to it, and in consequence the next appointment was likely to suffer. At the corner he paused and considered. "Let me see--if I go down this block, and up the track to the next corner, I shall save--one, two, three, four blocks. Yes, it will pay; I"ll do it." On he went, struck the track presently, and moved rapidly along the iron walk. An unusual sight suddenly presented itself to his eyes, that of a carriage and two powerful horses coming around the curve, and making a carriage drive of the railway track. It took but a moment of time to discover three things, viz: that it was the Hastings" carriage, that the coachman was beyond a doubt too much intoxicated to know what he was about, and that the Buffalo Express was due at the distant depot in just two minutes, and must pa.s.s over the very track on which that carriage was trundling along. The perspiration came and stood in beads on the young man"s pale face; but there was time for no other show of emotion--he must think and work rapidly if at all. "Could he possibly get those horses across to the other track in time?" No, for there was a perfect network of tracks just here, no place for a carriage at all, and a puffing engine directly ahead, liable to start at any instant, and ready to frighten the horses, who would probably rear, plunge, back, do _anything_ but what he wished of them. There was a wretched gully on this side and a fence, but the fence was low, and the gully wide enough to receive the carriage if it could be forced down the embankment. During this planning Mallery was running with all speed toward the carriage, and then the depot bell began to ring, and the roar and puff of the coming train could be distinctly heard. The horses began to plunge, and make ready to break into a fierce run right into the jaws of the coming monster, when a firm hand grasped their bridles. Jonas had just sense enough left to try to resist this proceeding, and Mallery saw, with a throb of thankfulness, the whip drop from his unsteady hand, thus preventing the horses from being lashed into greater fury; then he applied all the strength of his arms and his knowledge of horses to the dangerous experiment of backing them down into the gully. They snorted and plunged, and were bent on going forward, and were steadily, and as it seemed with super-human strength, forced backward; and as the carriage crashed down the hill the very rearing of the horses drew Theodore"s feet from the outer rail, and the train came thundering by. And now the affrighted horses seemed more than ever bent on rushing forward to destruction, while the long train shot onward. Mallery, while he battled with them, became conscious that from the raised window of the carriage a young face, deathly in pallor, was bent forward watching the conflict, and he renewed the determination to save that life thus resting, so far as human help was concerned, in his hands. Jonas had dropped the reins, and sat aghast, and sobered with terror. Now the long train had vanished, the puffing engine on the other track had gathered up its forces and followed after, and Theodore, by a dint of coaxing, soothing and commanding the terror-stricken animals, had succeeded in subduing them in part, and guiding the carriage up the bank and quite across the network of tracks; then gathering the reins in his hand he came to the carriage window and spoke, using in his excitement the name familiar to him in the days when she had given him his first lessons in writing.
"There is no cause for further alarm, Dora. I will see that you reach home in safety."
Not one word to him did Dora utter; but she clasped her trembling hands, and said with white lips:
"Thank G.o.d."
And the young man added reverently and meaningly: "Amen."
Then he sprang to the driver"s seat, and uttered two short firm words to the cowed and sober driver.
"Get down!"
Never was a command more promptly obeyed. There were five minutes yet before the next train would be due, time enough to make his way carefully along the uncertain road built only for iron horses; but the peril had been too recent for the young man not to make eager haste, nor did he draw a long full breath of relief until the last hated rail had been crossed and the corner turned on the broad smooth avenue. It was a nervous sort of a drive even then, for the horses had a torrent of pent-up strength, and had not so entirely recovered from their terror but that they were listening to every sound, looking right and left for suspicious objects, and apparently on the _qui vive_ for an excuse for running away. How Theodore blessed Rick, and the livery stable, and the man who fifty years before had taken for his motto: "Learn everything you possibly can about everything that can be learned," as with skillful hand he guided the fidgety span carefully and safely through the maze of cart and carriage and omnibus wheels that lined the streets. And even then and there he laughed a half-nervous, half-amused laugh, as he pa.s.sed the Euclid House, and saw one of the waiters looking out at him from a dining-room window; at the thought that that first burning ambition of his life was at last gratified, and he was actually occupying the coveted position of driver for the Hastings" carriage. The contrasts which his life presented again struck him oddly, a few moments after, when Mr. Hall, waiting to cross the street, recognized and touched his hat to him, with a wondering, curious glance. Mr. Hall was an elder in their church and superintendent of their Sabbath-school, and Theodore had himself cashed a draft for him in Mr. Stephens" private office not two hours before. He laughed a little now at the thought of Mr. Hall"s bewilderment over his sudden change of business; and then presently laughed again at the thought that there should be anything incongruous in his, Tode Mall that was, turning coachman. At last the carriage turned into the beautiful elm-lined carriage drive that led to the Hastings" mansion, and drew up presently with a skillful flourish at the side door. The same John for whom Theodore used occasionally to run of errands for two cents a trip came forward, and stared furiously as the young man threw him the reins and opened the carriage door.
Dora"s composure had lost itself in a fit of trembling, and her teeth chattered so that she could not speak as he led her up the broad flight of steps. They were all in the hall--Mr. Hastings, hat in hand, just departing for the stables; Mrs. Hastings, in a state of transit from dining-room to drawing-room; and Pliny lounging on a sofa, his head done up in wet bandages. He sprang to his feet, however, when Theodore advanced still supporting his companion, and questioned eagerly: