"Look here!" said Geary, willing to be interested, "you might as well be truthful with me. You can"t lie to me. Have you gambled away all those bonds, or have you been victimized, or have you still got them? Come, now, spit it out."
"Charlie, I haven"t a cent!" answered Vandover, looking him squarely in the face. "Would I be around here and trying to get work from you if I had? No; I gambled it all away. You know I had eighty-nine hundred in U.S. 4 per cents. Well, first I began to p.a.w.n things when my money got short--the Old Gentleman"s watch that I said I never would part with, then my clothes. I couldn"t keep away from the cards. Of course, you can"t understand that; gambling was the only thing that could amuse me.
Then I began to mortgage my bonds, very little at first. Oh, I went slow! Then I got to selling them. Well, somehow, they all went. For a time I got along by the work at the paint-shop. But they have let me out now; said I was so irregular. I owe for nearly a month at my lodging-place." His eyes sought the floor again, rolling about stupidly.
"Nearly a month, and that"s what makes me jump and tremble so. You ought to see me sometimes--_b-r-r-r-h!_--and I get to barking! I"m a wolf mostly, you know, or some kind of an animal, some kind of a brute. But I"d be all right if everything didn"t go round very slowly, and seem far off. But I"m a wolf. You look out for me; best take care I don"t bite you! Wolf--wolf! Ah! It"s up four flights at the end of the hall, very dark, eight thousand dollars in a green cloth sack, and lots of lights a-burning. See how long my finger nails are--regular claws; that"s the wolf, the brute! Why can"t I talk in my mouth instead of in my throat?
That"s the devil of it. When you paint on steel and iron your colours don"t dry out true; all the yellows turn green. But it would "a" been all straight if they hadn"t fired me! I never talked to anybody--that was _my_ business, wasn"t it? And when all those eight thousand little lights begin to burn red, why, of course that makes you nervous! So I have to drink a great deal of water and chew butcher"s paper. That fools him and he thinks he"s eating. Just so as I can lay quiet in the Plaza when the sun is out. There"s a hack-stand there, you know, and every time that horse tosses his head so"s to get the oats in the bottom of the nose-bag he jingles the chains on the poles and, by G.o.d! that"s funny; makes me laugh every time; sounds gay, and the chain sparkles mighty pretty! Oh, I don"t complain. Give me a dollar and I"ll bark for you!"
Geary leaned back in his chair listening to Vandover, struck with wonder, marvelling at that which his old chum had come to be. He was sorry for him, too, yet, nevertheless, he felt a certain indefinite satisfaction, a faint exultation over his misfortunes, glad that their positions were not reversed, pleased that he had been clever enough to keep free from those habits, those modes of life that ended in such fashion. He rapped sharply on the table. Vandover straightened up, raising his eyes:
"You want some work?" he demanded.
"Yes; that"s what I"m after," answered Vandover, adding, "I must have it!"
"Well," said Geary, hesitatingly, "I can give you something to do, but it will be pretty dirty."
Vandover smiled a little, saying, "I guess you can"t give me any work that would be too dirty for me!" With the words he suddenly began to cry again. "I want to be honest, Mister Geary," he exclaimed, drawing the backs of his fingers across his lips; "I want to be honest; I"m down and I don"t mean no offence. Charlie, you and I were old chums once at Harvard. My G.o.d! to think I was a Harvard man once! Oh, I"m a goner now and I ain"t got a friend. When I was in the paint-shop they paid me well. I"ve been in a paint-shop lately painting the little pictures on the safes, little landscapes, you know, and lakes with mountains around them. I pulled down my twenty dollars and findings!"
"Oh, don"t be a fool!" cried Geary, ashamed even to see such an exhibition. "If you can"t be a man, you can get out. Now, see here, you came up here once and insulted me in my office, and called me a swindler. Ah, you bet you had the swelled head then and insulted me, attacked my honesty and charged me with shoving the queer. Now I never forget those things generally, but I am willing to let that pa.s.s this time. I could be nasty now and tell you to rustle for yourself. If you want half a dollar now to get something to eat, why, I"ll give it to you. But I don"t propose to support you. Ah, no; I guess not! If you want to work I"ll give you a chance, but I shall expect you to do good work if I give you my good money for it. You may be drunk now or--_I_ don"t know what"s the matter with you. But you come up here to-morrow at noon, and if you come up here sober or straight or"--Geary began to make awkward gestures in the air with both hands--"come up here to talk _business_, I may have something for you, but I can"t stop any longer this evening."
Vandover got upon his feet slowly, turning his greenish hat about by the brim, nodding his head. "All right, all right," he answered. "Thank you very much, Mister Geary. It"s very good of you, I"m sure. I"ll be around at noon sure."
When Geary was left alone, he walked slowly to his window, and stood there a moment looking aimlessly down into the street, shaking his head repeatedly, astonished at the degradation of his old-time chum. While he stood there he saw Vandover come out upon the sidewalk from the door of the great office building. Geary watched him, very interested.
Vandover paused a moment upon the sidewalk, turning up the collar of his old cutaway coat against the cold trade wind that was tearing through the streets; he thrust both his hands deep into his trousers pockets, gripping his sides with his elbows and drawing his shoulders together, shrinking into a small compa.s.s in order to be warm. The wind blew the tails of his cutaway about him like flapping wings. He went up the street, walking fast, keeping to the outside of the sidewalk, his shoulders bent, his head inclined against the wind, his feet dragging after him as he walked. For a moment Geary lost sight of him amid a group of men who were hoisting a piano upon a dray. The street was rather crowded with office boys, clerks, and typewriters going home to supper, and Geary did not catch sight of him again immediately; then all at once he saw him hesitating on a corner of Kearney Street, waiting for an electric car to pa.s.s; he crossed the street, running, his hands still in his pockets, and went on hurriedly, dodging in and out of the throng, his high shoulders, long neck, and greenish hat coming into sight at intervals. For a moment he paused to glance into the show window of a tobacconist and pipe-seller"s store. A Chinese woman pa.s.sed him, pattering along lamely, her green jade ear-rings twinkling in the light of a street lamp, newly lighted. Vandover looked after her a moment, gazing stupidly, then suddenly took up his walk again, zigzagging amid the groups on the asphalt, striding along at a great pace, his head low and swinging from side to side as he walked. He was already far down the street; it was dusk; Geary could only catch glimpses of his head and shoulders at long intervals. He disappeared.
About ten minutes before one the next day as Geary came back from lunch he was surprised to see Vandover peeping through the half-open door of his office. He had not thought that Vandover would come back.
Of the many different stories that Vandover had told about the disappearance of his bonds, the one that was probably truest was the one that accounted for the thing by his pa.s.sion for gambling. For a long time after his advent at the Reno House this pa.s.sion had been dormant; he knew no one with whom he could play, and every cent of his income now went for food and lodging. But one day, about six months before his visit to Geary"s office, Vandover saw that the proprietor of the Reno House had set up a great bagatelle board in a corner of the reading-room. A group of men, sailors, ranchmen, and fruit venders were already playing. Vandover approached and watched the game, very interested in watching the uncertain course of the marble jog-jogging among the pins. The clear little note of the bell or the dry rattle as the marble settled quickly into one of the lucky pockets thrilled him from head to foot; his hands trembled, all at once his whole left side twitched sharply.
From that day the fate of the rest of Vandover"s little money was decided. In two weeks he had lost twenty dollars at bagatelle, obtaining the money by selling a portion of his bonds at a certain broker"s on Montgomery Street. As soon as he had begun to gamble again the old habits of extravagance had come back upon him. From the moment he knew that he could get all the money he wanted by the mere signing of a paper, he ceased to be economical, scorning the former n.i.g.g.ardliness that had led him to starve on one day that he might feast the next; now, he feasted every day. He still kept his room at the Reno House, but instead of taking his meals by any ticket system, he began to affect the restaurants of the Spanish quarter, gorging himself with the hot spiced meals three and four times a day. He quickly abandoned the bagatelle board for the card-table, gambling furiously with two of the ranchmen.
Almost invariably Vandover lost, and the more he lost the more eager and reckless he became.
In a little time he had sold every one of his bonds and had gambled away all but twenty dollars of the money received from the last one sold.
This sum, this twenty dollars, Vandover decided to husband carefully. It was all that was left between him and starvation. He made up his mind that he must stop gambling and find something to do. He had long since abandoned his work at the paint-shop, but at this time he returned there and asked for his old occupation. They laughed in his face. Was that the way he thought they did business? Not much; another man had his job, a much better man and one who was regular, who could be depended on. That same evening Vandover broke his twenty dollars and became very drunk. A game of poker was started in a back room of one of the saloons on the Barbary Coast. One of the players was a rancher named Toedt, a fellow-boarder at the Reno House, but the two other players were strangers; and there in that narrow, dirty room, sawdust on the floor, festoons of fly-specked red and blue tissue paper adorning the single swinging lamp, figures cut from bill-posters of the Black Crook pasted on the walls, there in the still hours after midnight, long after the barroom outside had been closed for the night, the last penny of Vandover"s estate was gambled away.
The game ended in a quarrel, Vandover, very drunk, and exasperated at his ill luck, accusing his friend Toedt, the rancher, of cheating. Toedt kicked him in the stomach and made him abominably sick. Then they went away and left Vandover alone in the little dirty room, racked with nausea, very drunk, fallen forward upon the table and crying into his folded arms. After a little he went to sleep, but the nausea continued, nevertheless, and in a few moments he gagged and vomited. He never moved. He was too drunk to wake. His hands and his coat-sleeves, the table all about him, were foul beyond words, but he slept on in the midst of it all, inert, stupefied, a great swarm of flies buzzing about his head and face. It was the day after this that he had come to see Geary.
"Ah," said Geary, as he came up, "it"s you, is it? Well, I didn"t expect to see you again. Sit down outside there in the hall and wait a few minutes. I"m not ready to go yet--or, wait; here, I tell you what to do." Geary wrote off a list of articles on a slip of paper and pushed it across the table toward Vandover, together with a little money. "You get those at the nearest grocery and by the time you are back I"ll be ready to go."
That day Geary took Vandover out to the Mission. They went out in the cable-car, Geary sitting inside reading the morning"s paper, Vandover standing on the front platform, carrying the things that Geary had told him to buy: a bar of soap, a scrubbing brush, some wiping cloths, a broom, and a pail.
Almost at the end of the car-line they got off and crossed over to where Geary"s property stood. Vandover looked about him. The ground on which his own block had once stood was now occupied by an immense red brick building with white stone tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs; in front on either side of the main entrance were white stone medallions upon which were chiselled the head of a workman wearing the square paper cap that the workman never wears, and a bent-up forearm, the biceps enormous, the fist gripping the short hammer that the workman never uses. An enormous round chimney sprouted from one corner; through the open windows came the vast purring of machinery. It was a boot and shoe factory, built by the great concern who had bought the piece of property from Geary for fifteen thousand dollars, the same property Geary had bought from Vandover for eight.
Across the street from the factory was a long row of little cottages, very neat, each having a tiny garden in front where nasturtiums grew.
There were fifteen of these cottages; three of them only were vacant.
"That was _my_ idea," observed Geary, as they approached the row, willing to explain even though he thought Vandover would not comprehend, "and it pays like a nitrate bed. I was clever enough to see that cottages like these were just what"s wanted by the workmen in the factory that have families. I made some money when I sold out my block to the boot and shoe people, and I invested it again in these cottages.
They are cheap and serviceable and they meet the demand." Vandover nodded his head in a.s.sent, looking vaguely about him, now at the cottages, now at the great building across the street. Geary got the keys to one of the vacant cottages and the two went inside.
"Now here"s what I want you to do," began Geary, pointing about with his stick. "You see, when some of these people go out they leave the rooms nasty, and that tells against the house when parties come to look at it.
I want you to go all over it, top and bottom, end to end, and give it a good cleaning, sweep the floor, and wash the paint, you know. And now these windows, you see how dirty they are; wash those inside and out, but don"t disturb the agents" signs; you understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Now come out here into the kitchen. Look at these laundry tubs and that sink. See all that grease! Clean that all out, and underneath the sink here. See that rubbish! Take that out, too. Now in here--look at that bathtub and toilet. You see how nasty they have left them. You want to make "em look like new!"
"Yes."
"Now come downstairs. You see I give "em a little floored bas.e.m.e.nt, here; kind of a storeroom and coalroom. Here"s where most of the dirt and rubbish is. Just look at it! See all that pile over there?"
"I see."
"Take it all out and pile it in the back yard. I"ll have an ashman come and remove it. Whew! there is a dead hen under here; sling that out the first thing."
They went back through the house again, and Geary pointed out the tiny garden to Vandover. "Straighten that up a bit, pick up those old newspapers and the tin cans. Make it look neat. Now you understand just what I want? You make a good job of it, and when you are through with this house, you begin on the next vacant one farther down the row. You can get the keys at the same place. You get to work right away. I should think you ought to finish this house this afternoon."
"All right," answered Vandover.
"I"m going to look around a little. I"ll drop in again in about an hour and see how you"re getting on."
With that Geary went away. It was Sat.u.r.day afternoon, and as the law office closed at noon that day, Geary very often spent the time until evening looking about his property. He left Vandover and went slowly down the street, noting each particular house with immense satisfaction, even entering some of them, talking with the womenfolk, all the men being at the factory.
Vandover took off his coat, his old and greasy cutaway, and began work.
He drew a pail of water from the garden faucet in a neighbour"s yard, and commenced washing the windows. First he washed the panes from the inside, very careful not to disturb Adams & Brunt"s signs, and then cleaned the outside, sitting upon the window ledge, his body half in and half out of the house.
Geary enjoyed himself immensely. The news of the landlord"s visit had spread from cottage to cottage, awakening a mild excitement throughout the length of the row. The women showed themselves on the steps or on the sidewalks, very slatternly, without corsets, their hair coming down, dressed in faded calico wrappers just as they had come from the laundry tubs or the cook-stove. They bethought them of their various grievances, a leak here, a broken door-bell there, a certain bad smell that was supposed to have some connection with a rash upon the children"s faces.
They waited for Geary"s appearance by ones and twos, timid, very respectful, but querulous for all that, filling the air with their lamentations.
Vandover had finished with the windows. Now he was cleaning out the sink and the laundry tubs. They smelt very badly and were all foul with a greasy mixture of old lard, soap, soot, and dust; a little mould was even beginning to form about the faucets of the tubs. The escape pipe of the sink was clogged, and he had to run his finger into it again and again to get it free. The kitchen was very dirty; old bottles of sweet oil, mouldy vinegar and flat beer cluttered the dusty shelves of the pantry.
Meanwhile Geary continued his rounds. He went about among the groups of his tenants, very pleased and contented, smiling affably upon them. He enlarged himself, giving himself the airs of an English lord in the midst of his tenantry, listening to their complaints with a good-humoured smile of toleration. A few men were about, some of whom were out of work for the moment; others who were sick. To these Geary was particularly condescending. He sat in their parlours, little, crowded rooms, smelling of stale upholstery and of the last meal, where knitted worsted tidies, very gaudy, covered the backs of the larger chairs and where one inevitably discovered the whatnot standing in one corner, its shelves filled with sh.e.l.l-boxes, broken thermometers and little alabaster jars, shaped like funeral urns, where one kept the matches. The wife brought the children in, very dirty, looking solemnly at Geary, their eyes enlarged in the direct unwinking gaze of cows.
By this time Vandover had finished with the sinks and tubs and was down upon his hands and knees scrubbing the stains of grease upon the floor of the kitchen. It was very hard work, as his water was cold. He was still working about this spot when Geary returned. By this time Vandover was so tired that he trembled all over, his spine seemed to be breaking in two, and every now and then he paused and pa.s.sed his hand over the small of his back, closing his eyes and drawing a long breath.
"Well, how are you getting on?" asked Geary, as he came into the kitchen, drawing on his gloves, about ready to go home.
"Oh, I"m getting along," replied Vandover, rising up to his knees.
"You want to hurry up," answered Geary. "You must be done with this house by this evening. You see, I want to advertise it in to-morrow"s papers."
"All right; I"ll have it done."
"Pretty dirty, wasn"t it?"
"Yes, pretty dirty."
"You may have to work here a little later than usual this afternoon, but be sure you have everything cleaned up before you leave," Geary said.