One day, however, Jimmie failed to comply with an extraordinary order of Rourke"s, which, while it resulted in no real damage, produced a most laughable and yet characteristic scene. A strict rule of the company was that no opening of any kind into which a person might possibly step or fall should be left uncovered at any station during the approach, stay, or departure of any train scheduled to stop at that station. Rourke was well aware of this rule. He had a copy of it on file in his collection of circulars. In addition, he had especially delegated Jimmie to attend to this matter, a task which just suited the Italian as it gave him ample time to idle about and pretend to be watching. This it was which made the crime all the greater.
On this particular occasion Jimmie had failed to attend to this matter.
We had been working on the platform at Williamsbridge, digging a pit for a coal-bin, when a train bearing the general foreman came along. The latter got off at the station especially to examine the work that had been done so far. When the train arrived there was the hole wide open with Rourke below shouting and gesticulating about something, and totally unconscious, of course, that his order had been neglected. The general foreman, who was, by the way, I believe, an admirer of Rourke, came forward, looked down, and said quietly: "This won"t do, Rourke.
You"ll have to keep the work covered when a train is approaching. I"ve told you that before, you know."
Rourke looked up, so astonished and ashamed that he should have been put in such a position before his superior that he hardly knew what to say.
I doubt if any one ever had a greater capacity for respecting his superiors, anyhow. Instead of trying to answer, he merely choked and began to shout for Jimmie, who came running, crying, as he always did, "What"s da mat"? What"s da mat"?"
"What"s da mat"? What"s da mat"?" mocked Rourke, fairly seething with a marvelous Irish fury. "What the devil do ye suppose is the mat"? What do ye mane be waalkin" away an" l"avin" the hole uncovered? Didn"t I tell ye niver to l"ave a hole when a train"s comin"? Didn"t I tell ye to attind to that an" naathin" else? An" now what have ye been doin"? Be all the powers, what d"ye mane be l"avin" it? What else arre ye good fer? What d"ye mane be lettin" a thing like that happen, an" Mr. Wilson comin" along here, an" the hole open?"
He was as red as a beet, purple almost, perspiring, apoplectic. During all this tirade Mr. Wilson, a sad, dark, anaemic-looking person, troubled with acute indigestion, I fancy, stood by with an amused, kindly, and yet mock severe expression on his face. I am sure he did not wish to be severe.
Jimmie, dumbfounded, scarcely knew what to say. In the face of Rourke"s rage and the foreman"s presence, he did his best to remedy his error by covering the hole, at the same time stuttering something about going for a trowel.
"A trowel!" cried Rourke, glaring at him. "A trowel, ye h"athen ginny!
What"d ye be doin" lookin" fer a trowel, an" a train comin" that close on ye it could "a" knocked ye off the thrack? An" the hole open, an" Mr.
Wilson right here! Is that what I told ye? Is that what I pay ye fer? Be all the saints! A trowel, is it? I"ll trowel ye! I"ll break yer h"athen Eyetalian skull, I will. Get thim boards on, an" don"t let me ketch ye l"avin" such a place as that open again. I"ll get shut av ye, ye blitherin" lunatic."
When it was all over and the train bearing the general foreman had gone, Rourke quieted down, but not without many fulgurous flashes that kept the poor Italian on tenterhooks.
About an hour later, however, another train arrived, and, by reason of some intervening necessity and the idle, wandering mood of the Italian, the hole was open again. Jimmie was away behind the depot somewhere, smoking perhaps, and Rourke was, as usual, down in the hole. This time misfortune trebled itself, however, by bringing, not the general foreman, but the supervisor himself, a grave, quiet man, of whom Rourke stood in the greatest awe. He was so solid, so profound, so severe. I don"t believe I ever saw him smile. He walked up to the hole, and looking reproachfully down, said: "Is this the way you leave your excavations, Rourke, when a train is coming? Don"t you know better than to do a thing like that?"
"Jimmie!" shouted Rourke, leaping to the surface of the earth with a bound, "Jimmie! Now, be Jasus, where is that bla"guard Eyetalian? Didn"t I tell him not to l"ave this place open!" and he began shoving the planks into place himself.
Jimmie, suddenly made aware of this new catastrophe, came running as fast as his short legs would carry him, scared almost out of his wits.
He was as pale as a very dark and dirty Italian could be, and so wrought up that his facial expression changed involuntarily from moment to moment. Rourke was in a fairly murderous mood, only he was so excited and ashamed that he could not speak. Here was the supervisor, and here was himself, and conditions--necessity for order, etc.--would not permit him to kill the Italian in the former"s presence. He could only choke and wait. To think that he should be made a mark of like this, and that in the face of his great supervisor! His face and neck were a beet-red, and his eyes flashed with anger. He merely glared at his recalcitrant henchman, as much as to say, "Wait!" When this train had departed and the dignified supervisor had been carried safely out of hearing he turned on Jimmie with all the fury of a masterful and excitable temper.
"So ye"ll naht cover the hole, after me tellin" ye naht fifteen minutes ago, will ye?" he shouted. "Ye"ll naht cover the hole! An" what"ll ye be tellin" me ye was doin" now?"
"I carry da waut (water) for da concrete," pleaded Jimmie weakly.
"Waut fer the concrete," almost moaned Rourke, so great was his fury, his angry face shoved close to the Italian"s own. "Waut fer the concrete, is it? It"s a pity ye didn"t fall into yer waut fer the concrete, ye d.a.m.ned nagur, an" drown! Waut fer the concrete, is it, an"
me here, an" Mr. Mills steppin" off an" lookin" in on me, ye black-hearted son of a Eyetalian, ye! I"ll waut fer the concrete ye!
I"ll crack yer blitherin" Eyetalian skull with a pick, I will! I"ll chuck ye in yer waut fer the concrete till ye choke, ye flat-footed, leather-headed lunatic! I"ll tache ye to waalk aaf an" l"ave the hole open, an" me in it. Now, be Jasus, get yer coat an" get out av this.
Get--I"m tellin" ye! I"ll have no more thruck with ye! I"ll throuble no more with ye. Ye"re no d.a.m.ned good. Out with ye! An" niver show me yer face again!" And he made a motion as if he would grab him and rend him limb from limb.
Jimmie, well aware of his dire position, was too clever, however, to let Rourke seize him. During all this conversation he had been slowly backing away, always safely beyond Rourke"s reach, and now ran--an amazing feat for him. He had evidently been through many such scenes before. He retreated first behind the depot, and then when Rourke had gone to work once more down in his hole, came back and took a safe position on guard over the hitherto sadly neglected opening. When the next train came he was there to shove the boards over before it neared the station, and nothing more was said about the matter. Rourke did not appear to notice him. He did not even seem to see that he was there. The next morning, however, when the latter came to work as usual, it was, "Come, Matt! Come, Jimmie!" just as if nothing had happened. I was never more astonished in my life.
An incident, even more ridiculous, but ill.u.s.trative of the atmosphere in which Rourke dwelt, occurred at Highbridge one frosty October Sunday morning, where because of seepage from a hill which threatened to undermine some tracks, Rourke was ordered to hurry and build a drain--a thing which, because the order came on Sat.u.r.day afternoon, required Sunday labor, a most unusual thing in his case. But in spite of the order, Rourke, who was a good Catholic, felt impelled before coming to go to at least early ma.s.s, and in addition--a regular Sunday practice with him, I presume--to put on a long-skirted Prince Albert coat, which I had never seen before and which lent to his stocky figure some amusing lines. It was really too tight, having been worn, I presume, every Sunday regularly since his wedding day. In addition, he had donned a brown derby hat which, to me at least, gave him a most unfamiliar look.
I, being curious more than anything else and wishing to be out of doors as much as possible, also went up, arriving on the scene about nine.
Rourke did not arrive until ten. In the meantime, I proceeded to build myself a fire on the dock, for we were alongside the Harlem River and a brisk wind was blowing. Then Rourke came, fresh from church, smiling and genial, in the most cheerful Sunday-go-to-meeting frame of mind, but plainly a little conscious of his grand garb.
"My," I said, surveying him, "you look fine. I never saw you dressed up before."
"L"ave aaf with yer taalk," he replied. "I know well enough how I look--good enough."
Then he bestirred himself about the task of examining what had been done so far. But I could see, in spite of all the busy a.s.surance with which he worked, that he was still highly conscious of his clothes and a little disturbed by what I or others might think. His every-day garb plainly suited his mood much better.
Everything went smoothly until noon, not a cloud in the sky, when, looking across the tracks at that hour, I beheld coming toward us with more or less uncertain step another individual, stocky of figure and evidently bent on seeing Rourke--an Irishman as large as Rourke, younger, and, if anything, considerably coa.r.s.er in fiber. He was very red-faced, smooth shaven, with a black derby hat pulled down over his eyes and wearing a somewhat faded tight-fitting brown suit. He was drunk, or nearly so, that was plain from the first. From the moment Rourke beheld him he seemed beside himself with anger or irritation. His expression changed completely and he began to swell, as was customary with him when he was angry, as though suffering from an internal eruption of some kind.
"The bla"guard!" I heard him mutter. "Now, be gob, what"ll that felly be waantin"?" and then as the stranger drew nearer, "Who was it tould him I was here? Maybe some waan at the ahffice."
Regardless of his speculations on this score, the stranger picked his way across the tracks and came directly to him, his face and manner indicating no particularly friendly frame of mind.
"Maybe ye"ll be lettin" me have that money now," he began instanter, and when Rourke made no reply, merely staring at him, he added, "I"ll be waantin" to know now, when it is ye"re goin" to give me the rest av me time fer that Scarborough job. I"ve been waitin" long enough."
Rourke stirred irritably and aggressively before he spoke. He seemed greatly put out, shamed, to think that the man should come here so, especially on this peaceful Sabbath morning.
"I"ve tould ye before," he replied defiantly after a time, "that ye"ve had aall ye earned, an" more. Ye left me without finishin" yer work, an"
ye"ll get no more time from me. If ye waant more, go down to the ahffice an" see if they"ll give it to ye. I have no money fer ye here," and he resumed a comfortable position before the fire, his hands behind his back.
"It"s siven dollars ye still owe me," returned the other, ignoring Rourke"s reply, "an" I waant it now."
"Well, ye"ll naht get it," replied my boss. "I"ve naathin" fer ye, I"m tellin" ye. I owe ye naathin"."
"Is that so?" returned the other. "Well, we"ll see about that. Ye"ll be after givin" it to me, er I"ll get it out of ye somehow. It"s naht goin"
to be ch"ated out av me money I am."
"I"m owin" ye naathin"," insisted Rourke. "Ye may as well go away from here. Ye"ll get naathin". If ye waant anything more, go an" see the ahffice," and now he strode away to where the Italians were, ignoring the stranger completely and muttering something about his being drunk.
The latter followed him, however, over to where he stood, and continued the dispute. Rourke ignored him as much as possible, only exclaiming once, "L"ave me be, man. Ye"re drunk."
"I"m naht drunk," returned the other. "Once an" fer all now, I"m askin"
ye, arre ye goin" to give me that money?"
"No," replied Rourke, "I"m naht."
"Belave me," said the stranger, "I"ll get it out av ye somehow," but for the moment he made no move, merely hanging about in an uncertain way. He seemed to have no definite plan for collecting the money, or if he had he had by now abandoned it.
Without paying any more attention to him, Rourke, still very irritated and defiant, returned to the fire. He tried to appear calm and indifferent, but the ex-workman, a non-union mason, I judged, followed after, standing before him and staring in the defiant, irritating way a drunken man will, not quite able to make up his mind what else to do.
Presently Rourke, more to relieve the tedium of an embarra.s.sing situation than anything else (a number of accusatory remarks having been pa.s.sed), turned and began poking at the blaze, finally bending over to lay on a stick of wood. On the instant, and as if seized by sudden inspiration, whether because the tails of Rourke"s long coat hung out in a most provoking fashion and suggested the thing that followed or not, I don"t know, but now the red-faced intruder jumped forward, and seizing them in a most nimble and yet vigorous clutch, gave an amazing yank, which severed them straight up the back, from seat to nape, at the same time exclaiming:
"Ye"ll naht pay me, will ye? Ye"ll naht, will ye?"
On the instant a tremendous change came over the scene. It was as swift as stage play. Instantly Rourke was upright and faced about, shouting, "Now, be gob, ye"ve torn me coat, have ye! Now I"ll tache ye! Now I"ll show ye! Wait! Get ready, now. Now I"ll fix ye, ye drunken, thavin"
loafer," and at the same time he began to move upon the enemy in a kind of rhythmic, cryptic circle (some law governing anger and emotion, I presume), the while his hands opened and shut and his eyes looked as though they would be veiled completely by his narrowing lids. At the same time the stranger, apparently seeing his danger, began backing and circling in the same way around Rourke, as well as around the fire, until it looked as though they were performing a war dance. Round and round they went like two Hopi bucks or Zulu warriors, their faces displaying the most murderous cunning and intention to slay--only, instead of feathers and beads, they had on their negligible best. All the while Rourke was calling, "Come on, now! Get ready, now! I"ll show ye, now! I"ll fix ye, now! It"s me coat ye"ll rip, is it? Come on, now!
Get ready! Make yerself ready! I"m goin" to give ye the lickin" av yer life! Come on, now! Come on, now! Come on, now!"
It was as though each had been secreted from the other and had to be sought out in some mysterious manner and in a circle. In spite of the feeling of distress that an impending struggle of this kind gives one, I could not help noting the comic condition of Rourke"s back--the long coat beautifully ripped straight up the back, its ends fluttering in the wind like fans, and exposing his waistcoat and Sunday boiled white shirt--and laying up a laugh for the future. It was too ridiculous. The stranger had a most impressive and yet absurd air of drunken sternness written in his face, a do-or-die look.
Whether anything serious would really have happened I was never permitted to learn, for now, in addition to myself and the Italians, all of them excited and ready to defend their lord and master, some pa.s.sengers from the nearby station and the street above as well as a foreman of a section gang helping at this same task, a great hulking brute of a man who looked quite able to handle both Rourke and his opponent at one and the same time, came forward and joined in this excited circle. Considerable effort was made on the part of the latter to learn just what the trouble was, after which the big foreman interposed with:
"What"s the trouble here? Come, now! What"s all this row, Rourke? Ye wouldn"t fight here, would ye? Have him arristed, er go to his home--ye say ye know him--but don"t be fightin" here. Supposin" waan av the bosses should be comin" along now?" and at the same time he interposed his great bulk between the two.
Rourke, quieted some by this interruption but still sputtering with rage and disgrace, shouted, "Lookit me coat! Lookit what he done to me coat!
See what he done to me coat! Man alive, d"ye think I"m goin" to stand fer the likes av that? It"s naht me that can be waalked on by a loafer like that--an" me payin" him more than ever he was worth, an" him waalkin" aaf an" l"avin" the job half done. I"ll fix him this time. I"ll show him. I"ll tache him to be comin" around an" disturbin" a man when he"s at his work. I"ll fix him now," and once more he began to move. But the great foreman was not so easily to be disposed of.
"Well then, let"s caall the police," he argued in a highly conciliatory mood. "Ye can"t be fightin" him here. Sure, ye don"t waant to do that.