"I got a new kind of liqueur yesterday--has a colour like violets and smells like cologne. You fellows better come up to my room and try it.
I"ve got to go up and change anyway, if I go out to that game." They all went up to Vandover"s cheerless room, and Ellis began to argue with Vandover against the folly of going anywhere in the rain.
"_You_ don"t want to go to that game, Van. Just look how it"s raining.
I"ll bet there won"t be a thousand people there. They"ll probably postpone the game anyway. Say, this _is_ queer looking stuff. What do you call it?"
"_Creme violette._"
The Dummy set down his emptied liqueur gla.s.s on the mantelshelf, and nodded approvingly at Vandover; then he scribbled, "Out of sight," on his tablet.
"Tastes like cough syrup and alcohol," growled Ellis, scowling and sipping. "I think a pint of this would make the Dummy talk Dutch. Keep it up, Dummy," he continued, articulating distinctly so that the other could catch the movement of his lips. "Drink some more--make you talk."
Vandover was cutting the string around a pasteboard box that had just come from his tailor"s; it was a new suit of clothes, rough cheviot, brown with small checks. He dressed slowly and tipped forward the swinging mirror of the bureau to see how the trousers set. Meanwhile Ellis and the Dummy had got out the cards and chips from the drawer of the centre-table and had begun a game.
"Better change your mind, Van," said Ellis without raising his eyes from the cards.
"No, sir," answered Van. "You don"t know how it is--you never were a college man. Why, I wouldn"t miss a football game for anything. Talk about your horse-racing, talk about your baseball--I tell you there"s nothing in the world so exciting as a hot football game." He swung into his long high-coloured waterproof and stood behind Ellis, watching his game for a moment while he tied a couple of long silk streamers to his umbrella handle.
"It"s one of the college colours," he explained. "Seems like old times back at Harvard." Ellis snorted with contempt.
"Such kids!" he growled.
"I saw one of the coaches go down the street a little while ago,"
continued Vandover, still watching Ellis shuffle and deal. "There were about twenty college men on top, and they had a big bulldog all harnessed out in their colours, and they were blowing fish-horns, and I tell you it made me wish I was one of them again." Ellis did not answer; it was probable he did not hear. Both he and the Dummy were settling down for a game that no doubt would last all the afternoon. Vandover made them free of his room, and they often gambled there when he was away. But it invariably made Ellis nervous to have any one stand behind his chair while he was playing; he began to move about uneasily. By and by he looked at his watch. "Better get a move on," he said, "you"ll be late."
"Just a minute," answered Vandover, more and more interested in the game. "Go on playing; don"t bother about me. Oh, I saw Charlie Geary, too," he continued, "on another coach; there was a party of them.
Charlie was with Turner Ravis on the box seat. You remember Turner Ravis, don"t you, Bandy? The girl I used to go with."
"There"s a girl I never liked," observed Ellis. "She always struck me as being one of these regular sn.o.bs."
"Ah, sn.o.b is no name for it," a.s.sented Vandover. "She thought she was too d.a.m.ned high-toned for me. As soon as I got into that mess about Ida Wade, she threw me over. No, she didn"t want to be a.s.sociated with me any longer. Well, she can go to the devil. Geary"s welcome to her."
"I thought Dolly Haight was going to marry her," said Ellis. "What was the matter _there_?"
"I don"t know," returned Vandover; "probably Dolly Haight didn"t have enough money to suit her. Guess she wants a man that will make his pile in this town and make his way, too. Ah, you bet!"
Half an hour later he was still behind Ellis" chair. Ellis had become so fidgety that he was losing steadily. Once more he turned to Vandover, speaking over his shoulder, "Come on, come on, Van, go along to your football; you make me nervous standing there." Vandover pushed a ten-dollar gold-piece across the table to the Dummy, who was banking, and said:
"Give me that in chips. I"m coming in."
"I thought you were going to the game?" inquired Ellis.
"Ah, the devil!" answered Vandover. "Too much rain."
They had played without interruption all that afternoon, and for once Vandover had all the luck. When they broke up about five o"clock with the understanding to meet again in the Imperial at seven, he had won nearly a hundred dollars.
When Vandover went out to keep this appointment he found the streets--especially Kearney and Market streets--crowded. It was about half-past six. The football game was over and the college men had returned. They were everywhere, marching about in long files, chain-gang fashion, each file headed by a man beating upon a gong, or parading the sidewalks ten abreast, singing college songs or shouting their slogan.
At every moment one heard the college yells answering each other from street corner to street corner, "Rah, rah, rah--Rah, rah, rah!" Vandover found the Imperial crowded with students. The barroom was packed to the doors, every one of the little rooms in the front hall was full, while Flossie and Nannie had a great party of the young fellows in one of the larger rooms in the rear. Among the crowd in the barroom, three members of the winning team--heroes, with bandages about their heads--were breaking training, smoking and drinking for the first time in many long weeks.
Vandover found Ellis and the Dummy leaning against the wall in the crowded front pa.s.sage. They were both in bad humour, the Dummy sulking because Flossie had left him for one of the football men, the full-back, a young blond giant with two dislocated fingers; Ellis in a rage because he could get no c.o.c.ktails at the bar, only straight drinks that night--too much of a crowd. These d.a.m.n college sports thought they owned the town. "Ah, let"s get out of here, Van!" he called over the heads of the throng as soon as Vandover came in sight.
They went out into the street and started in the direction of the restaurant where they had decided to eat their Thanksgiving dinner.
After leaving Vandover that afternoon Ellis had seen the head waiter of this restaurant and had explained to him the bill of fare that Vandover, the Dummy, and himself had arranged during their lunch at the Lick House. The streets had relapsed into a momentary quiet--it was between half-past six and seven--and most of the college men were gathered into the hotels and cafes eating dinner. About an hour later they would reappear again for a moment on their way to the theatre, which they were to attend in a body.
But Vandover suddenly discovered that he could not eat a mouthful, the smell of food revolted him, and little by little an irregular twitching had overcome his hands and forearms.
He had received a great shock. That same evening, as he was leaving the hotel, the clerk at the office had handed him some letters that had acc.u.mulated in his box. Vandover could never think to ask for his mail in the morning as he went in to breakfast. Something was surely wrong with his head of late. Every day he found it harder and harder to remember things. There were three letters altogether: one was the tailor"s bill mailed the same day that his last suit had been finished; a second was an advertis.e.m.e.nt announcing the near opening of the Sutro Baths that were building at that time; and the third a notice from the bank calling his attention to the fact that his account was overdrawn by some sixty dollars.
At first Vandover did not see the meaning of this notice, and thrust it back in his pocket together with the tailor"s bill; then slowly an idea struggled into his mind. Was it possible that he no longer had any money at the bank? Was his fifteen thousand gone? From time to time his bank-book had been balanced, and invariably during the first days of each month his checks had come back to him, used and crumpled, covered with strange signatures and stamped in blue ink; but after the first few months he had never paid the least attention to these; he never kept accounts, having a veritable feminine horror of figures. But it was absurd to think that his money was gone. Pshaw! one could not spend fifteen thousand in nine months! It was preposterous! This notice was some technicality that he could not understand. He would look into it the next day. And so he dismissed the wearisome matter from his mind with a shrug of his shoulders as though ridding himself of some troublesome burden. However, the idea persisted. Somehow, between the lines of the printed form he smelt out a fresh disaster. He read it over again and again. All at once as he stood in the doorway of the hotel, turning up the collar of his waterproof and watching the little pools in the hollows of the asphalt pavement to see if it were still raining, the conviction came upon him. In a second he knew that he was ruined. The true meaning of the notice became apparent with the swiftness of a great flash of light. He had spent his fifteen thousand dollars!
The blow was strong enough, sudden enough to penetrate even Vandover"s clouded and distorted wits. His nerves were gone in a minute, a sudden stupefying numbness fell upon his brain, and the fear of something unknown, the immense unreasoning terror that had gripped him for the first time the morning after Ida Wade"s suicide came back upon him, horrible, crushing, so that he had to shut his teeth against a wild hysterical desire to rush through the streets screaming and waving his arms.
By the time the three friends had reached the restaurant where they were to eat their Thanksgiving dinner, Vandover"s appet.i.te had given place to a loathing of the very smell of food, his nervousness was fast approaching hysteria, the little nerve cl.u.s.ters all over his body seemed to be crisping and writhing like b.a.l.l.s of tiny serpents, at intervals he would twitch sharply as though startled at some sudden noise, his breath coming short, his heart beating quick.
They had their dinner in one of the private rooms of the restaurant on the second floor. All through the meal Vandover struggled to keep himself in hand, fighting with all his strength against this reappearance of his old enemy, this sudden return of the dreadful crisis, determined not to make an exhibition of himself before the others. He pretended to eat, and forced himself to talk, joining in with Ellis, who was badgering the Dummy about Flossie. The proper thing to do was to fill the Dummy"s gla.s.s while his attention was otherwise absorbed, and in the end to get him so drunk that he could talk. Toward the end of the dinner Ellis was successful. All at once the Dummy got upon his feet, his eyes were glazed with drunkenness, he swayed about in an irregular circle, holding up, now by the table, now by the chair-back, and now by the wall behind him. He was very angry, exasperated beyond control by Ellis" raillery and abuse. He forgot himself and uttered a series of peculiar cries very faint and shrill, like the sounds of a voice heard through a telephone when some imperfection of transmission prevents one from distinguishing the words.
His mouth was wide open and his tongue rolled about in an absurd way between his teeth. Now and then one could catch a word or two. Ellis went into spasms of laughter, holding his sides, gasping for breath.
Vandover could not help being amused, and the two laughed at the Dummy"s stammering rage until their breath was spent. Throughout the rest of the evening the Dummy recommenced from time to time, rising unsteadily to his feet, shaking his fists, pouring out a stream of little ineffectual birdlike twitterings, trying to give Ellis abuse for abuse, trying to talk long after it had ceased to amuse the other two. Ellis had been drinking for nearly six hours, without the liquor producing the slightest effect upon him; long since, the Dummy was hopelessly drunk; and now Vandover, who had been drinking upon an empty stomach, began to grow very noisy and boisterous. Little by little Ellis himself commenced to lose his self-control. By and by he and Vandover began to sing, each independent of the other, very hoa.r.s.e and loud. The Dummy joined them, making a hideous and lamentable noise which so affected Ellis that he pretended to howl at it like a little dog overcome by mournful music.
But suddenly Ellis had an idea, crying out thickly, between two hiccoughs:
"Hey, there, Van, do your dog-act for us! Go on! Bark for us!"
By this time Vandover was very nearly out of his head, his drunkenness finishing what his nervousness had begun. The attack was fast approaching culmination; strange and unnatural fancies began to come and go in his brain.
"Go on, Van!" urged Ellis, his eyes heavy with alcohol. "Go on, do your dog-act!"
All at once it was as though an angry dog were snarling and barking over a bone there under the table about their feet. Ellis roared with laughter, but suddenly he himself was drunk. All the afternoon he had kept himself in hand; now his intoxication came upon him in a moment.
The skin around his eyes was purple and swollen, the pupils themselves were contracted; they grew darker, taking on the colour of bitumen.
Suddenly he swept gla.s.ses, plates, castor, knives, forks, and all from off the table with a single movement of his arm. Then the alcohol overcame him all in an instant like a poisonous gas. He swayed forward in his chair and fell across the stripped table, his head rolling inertly between his outstretched arms. He did not move again.
In a neighbouring room young Haight had been dining with some college fellows, fraternity men, all friends of his, upon whose coach he had ridden to and from the game. He had heard Vandover and Ellis in the room across the hall and had recognized their voices. Haight had never been a friend of Ellis, but no one, not even Turner, had grieved more over Vandover"s ruin than had his old-time college chum.
Young Haight heard the noise of the falling crockery as Ellis swept the table clear, and turned his head sharply, listening. There was a moment"s silence after this, and Haight, fearing some accident had happened, stepped out into the hall and stood there a moment listening again; his head inclined toward the closed door. He heard no groaning, no exclamations of pain, not even any noise of conversation; only through the closed door came a steady sound of barking.
Puzzled, he tried the door and, finding it locked, as he had expected, put one foot upon the k.n.o.b and, catching hold of the top jamb, raised himself up and looked down through the open s.p.a.ce that answered for a transom.
The room was very warm, the air thick with the smell of cooked food, the fumes of whisky, and the acrid odour of cigar smoke. Ellis had rolled from his chair and lay upon the floor sprawling on his face in the wreck of the table. Near to him, likewise upon the floor, but sitting up, his back against the wall, was the Dummy. He was muttering incessantly to himself, as if delighted at having found his tongue, his head swaying on his shoulders, and a strange murmur, soft, birdlike, meaningless, like sounds heard from a vast distance, coming from his wide-open mouth.
Vandover was sitting bolt upright in his chair, his hands gripping the table, his eyes staring straight before him. He was barking incessantly.
It was evident that now he could not stop himself; it was like hysterical laughter, a thing beyond his control. Twice young Haight called him by name, kicking the door as his leg hung against it. At last Vandover heard him. Then as he caught sight of his face over the door he raised his upper lip above his teeth and snarled at him, long and viciously.
As Haight dropped down into the hall a waiter came running up; he, too, had heard the noise of the breaking dishes. As he thrust his key into the lock he paused a moment, listening and looking in a puzzled way at young Haight. "They have a dog in here, then? They had no dog when they came. That"s funny!"
"Open the door," said young Haight quietly. Once inside Haight went directly to Vandover, crying out: "Come! come on, Van! come home with me." Vandover started suddenly, looking about him bewildered, drawing his hand across his face.
"Home," he repeated vaguely; "yes, that"s the idea. Let"s go home. I want to go to bed. h.e.l.lo, Dolly! where did _you_ come from? Say, Dolly, let me tell you--listen here--come down here close; you mustn"t mind me; you know I"m a wolf mostly!"
They went down toward the Lick House. Vandover grew steadier after a few minutes in the open air. Young Haight locked arms with him; they went on together in silence. By this time the streets were crowded again, the theatres were over, and the college men were once more at large. Now they were all gathered together into one immense procession, headed by a bra.s.s band in a brewer"s wagon, and they tramped aimlessly to and fro about Kearney and Market streets, making a hideous noise. At the head the band was playing a popular quick-step with a great banging of a ba.s.s drum. The college men in the front ranks were singing one song, those in the rear another, while the middle of the column was given over to an abominable medley of fish-horns, policemen"s rattles and great Chinese gongs. At stated intervals the throng would halt and give the college yell.
"Dolly, you and I used to do that," said Vandover, looking after the procession. He had himself well in hand by this time. "What was the matter with me back there at the restaurant, Dolly?" he asked after a while.
"Oh, you"d been drinking a good deal, I guess," answered young Haight.