A KNIGHT OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY, Edward Payson Roe [top young adult novels TXT] 📗

Great Relief Of The Woman, Who Had Caught

Glimpses Of The Interview From Her Window, Wondering and Surmising Why

The "Young Leddy From The Big House" Should Have So Much To Say To A

Wood-Sawyer.

 

 

 

"If She Had A-Given Him A Tract Upon Leavin', It Would A-Seemed more

Nateral Like," She Explained to A Crony The Latter Part Of The Day.

 

 

 

Mrs. Arnot Did Respect Haldane'S Desire To Be Left To Himself Until He

Came In the Manner That His Pride Dictated; But, After Hearing Laura'S

Story, She Cast Many A Wistful Glance Toward The One Who, In spite Of

His Grave Faults And Weaknesses, Deeply Interested her, And She Sighed:

 

 

 

"He Must Learn By Hard Experience."

 

 

 

"Did I Do Wrong In speaking To Him, Auntie?" Laura Asked.

 

 

 

"I Do Not Think So. Your Motive Was Natural And Kindly; And Yet I Would

Not Like You To Meet Him Again Until He Is Wholly Different In

Character, If That Time Ever Comes."

Chapter XXI (Magnanimous Mr. Shrumpf)

After The Excitement Caused by His Unexpected interview With Laura

Subsided, And Haldane Was Able To Think It Over Quietly, It Seemed to

Him That He Had Burned his Ships Behind Him. He Must Now Make Good His

Proud Words, For To Go "Crawling Back" After What He Had Said To-Day,

And, Of All Persons, To The One Whose Opinion He Most Valued--This Would

Be A Humiliation The Thought Of Which Even He Could Not Endure.

 

 

 

Having Finished his Task, He Scarcely Glanced at The Pittance Which The

Woman Reluctantly Gave Him, And Went Straight To The City Post-Office.

He Was So Agitated with Conflicting Hopes And Fears That His Voice

Trembled as He Asked if There Were Any Letters Addressed to E. H., And

He Was So Deeply Disappointed that He Was Scarcely Willing To Take The

Careless Negative Given. He Even Went To The Express Office, In the

Vague Hope That The Wary Editors Had Remitted through Them; And The

Leaden Weight Of Despondency Grew Heavier At Each Brisk Statement:

 

 

 

"Nothing For E. H."

 

 

 

He Was So Weary And Low-Spirited when He Reached his Dismal Lodgings

That He Felt No Disposition Either To Eat Or Drink, But Sat Down In the

Back Part Of The Wretched, Musty Saloon, And, Drawing His Hat Over His

Eyes, He Gave Himself Up To Bitter Thoughts. With Mental Imprecations He

Cursed himself That He Had Not Better Understood The Young Girl Who Once

Had Been His Companion. Never Before Had She Seemed so Beautiful As

To-Day, And She Had Revealed a Forming Character As Lovely As Her

Person. She _Was_ Like Mrs. Arnot--The Woman Who Seemed to Him

Perfect--And What More Could He Say In her Praise? And Yet His Folly Had

Placed between Them An Impassable Gulf. He Was Not Misled by Her

Kindness, For He Remembered her Words, And Now Believed them, "If I Ever

Love A Man He Will Be One That I Can Look Up To And Respect." If He

Could Only Have Recognized her Noble Tendencies He Might Have Resolutely

Set About Becoming Such A Man. If His Character Had Been Pleasing To

Her, His Social Position Would Have Given Him The Right To Have Aspired

To Her Hand. Why Had He Not Had Sufficient Sense To Have Realized that

She Was Young--Much Too Young To Understand His Rash, Hasty Passion? Why

Could He Not Have Learned from Her Pure, Delicate Face That She Might

Possibly Be Won By Patient And Manly Devotion, But Would Be Forever

Repelled from The Man Who Wooed her Like A Turk?

 

 

 

In The Light Of Experience He Saw His Mistakes. From His Present Depth

He Looked up, And Saw The Inestimable Vantage Ground Which He Once

Possessed. In his Deep Despondency He Feared he Never Would Regain It,

And That His Hopes Of Literary Success Would Prove Delusive.

 

 

 

Regret Like A Cold, November Wind, Swept Through All His Thoughts And

Memories, And There Seemed nothing Before Him But A Chill Winter Of

Blight And Failure That Would Have No Spring.

 

 

 

But He Was Not Left To Indulge His Miserable Mood Very Long, For His

Mousing Landlord--Having Finally Learned who Haldane Was, And All The

Unfavorable Facts And Comments With Which The Press Had Abounded--Now

Concluded that He Could Pounce Upon Him In such A Way That Something

Would Be Left In his Claws Before The Victim Could Escape.

 

 

 

That Very Morning Haldane Had Paid For His Board To Date, But Had

Thoughtlessly Neglected to Have A Witness Or Take A Receipt. The

Grizzled grimalkin Who Kept The Den, And Thrived as Much By His Small

Filchings As From His Small Profits, Had Purred to Himself, "Very Goot,

Very Goot," On Learning That Haldane'S Word Would Not Be Worth Much With

The Public Or In court; And No Yellow-Eyed cat Ever Waited and Watched

For His Prey With A Quieter And Cooler Deliberation Than Did Weitzel

Shrumpf, The Host Of The Dingy Little Hotel.

 

 

 

After Haldane Appeared he Delayed until A Few Cronies Whom He Could

Depend Upon Had Dropped in, And Then, In an Off-Hand Way, Stepped up To

The Despondent Youth, And Said:

 

 

 

"I Zay, Mister, You Been Here Zwei Week; I Want You Bay Me Now."

 

 

 

"What Do You Mean?" Asked haldane, Looking Up With An Uncomprehending

Stare.

 

 

 

"Dis Is Vot I Mean; You Buts Me Off Long Nuff. I Vants Zwei Weeks'

Bort."

 

 

 

"I Paid You For Everything Up To This Morning, And I Have Had Nothing

Since."

 

 

 

"O, You Have Baid Me--Strange I Did Not Know. Vill You Bays Now Ven I

Does Know?"

 

 

 

"I Tell You I Have Paid You!" Said Haldane, Starting Up.

 

 

 

"Vel, Vell, Show Me Der Receipt, An I Says Not Von Vort Against Him."

 

 

 

"You Did Not Give Me A Receipt."

 

 

 

"No, I Thinks Not--Not My Vay To Give Him Till I Gits De Moneys."

 

 

 

"You Are An Unmitigated scoundrel. I Won'T Pay You Another Cent."

 

 

 

"Lock Dat Door, Carl," Said The Landlord, Coolly, To One Of His

Satellites. "Now, Mister Haldane, You Bays, Or You Goes To Jail. You Has

Been Dare Vonce, And I'Ll But You Dare Dis Night If You No Bays Me."

 

 

 

"Gentlemen, I Appeal To You To Prevent This Downright Villany," Cried

Haldane.

 

 

 

"I Sees No Villany," Said One Of The Lookers-On, Stolidly. "You Shows

Your Receipt, And He No Touch You."

 

 

 

"I Neglected to Take A Receipt. I Did Not Know I Was Dealing With A

Thief."

 

 

 

"Ho, Ho, Ho!" Laughed the Landlord; "He Tinks I Vas Honest Like Himself,

Who Vas Jus' Out Of Jail!"

 

 

 

"I Won'T Pay You Twice," Said Haldane Doggedly.

 

 

 

"Carl, Call De Policeman, Den."

 

 

 

"Wait A Moment; Your Rascality Will Do You No Good, And May Get You Into

Trouble. I Have Very Little Money Left."

 

 

 

"Den You Can Leave Your Vatch Till You Brings De Money."

 

 

 

"Ah, Thank Heaven! That Is Safe, And Beyond Your Clutches."

 

 

 

"In A Pawnshop? Or Vas He Stolen, Like De Tousand Dollar, And You Been

Made Give Him Up?"

 

 

 

Haldane Had Now Recovered himself Sufficiently To Realize That He Was In

An Ugly Predicament. He Was Not Sufficiently Familiar With The Law To

Know How Much Power His Persecutor Had, But Feared, With Good Reason,

That Some Kind Of A Charge Could Be Trumped up Which Would Lead To His

Being Locked up For The Night. Then Would Follow Inevitably Another

Series Of Paragraphs In the Papers, Deepening The Dark Hues In which

They Had Already Portrayed his Character. He Could Not Endure The

Thought That The Last Knowledge Of Him That Laura Carried away With Her

From Hillaton Should Be That He Was Again In jail, Charged with Trying

To Steal His Board And Lodging From A Poor And Ignorant Foreigner; For

He Foresaw That The Astute Shrumpf, His German Landlord, Would Appear In

The Police Court In the Character Of An Injured innocent. He Pictured

The Disgust Upon Her Face As She Saw His Name In the Vile Connection

Which This New Arraignment Would Occasion, And He Felt That He Must

Escape It If Possible. Although Enraged at Shrumpf'S False Charge, He

Was Cool Enough To Remember That He Had Nothing To Oppose To It Save His

Own Unsupported word; And What Was That Worth In hillaton? The Public

Would Even Be Inclined to Believe The Opposite Of What He Affirmed.

Therefore, By A Great Effort, He Regained his Self-Control, And Said

Firmly And Quietly:

 

 

 

"Shrumpf, Although You Know I Have Paid You, I Am Yet In a Certain Sense

Within Your Power, Since I Did Not Take Your Receipt. I Have Not Much

Money Left, But After I Have Taken Out Fifty Cents For My Supper And Bed

You Can Take All The Rest. My Watch Is In the Hands Of A Friend, And You

Can'T Get That, And You Can'T Get Any More Than I Have By Procuring My

Arrest; So Take Your Choice. I Don'T Want To Have Trouble With You, But

I Won'T Go Out Penniless And Spend The Night In the Street, And If You

Send For A Policeman I Will Make You All The Trouble I Can, And I

Promise You It Will Not Be A Little."

 

 

 

Herr Shrumpf, Conscious That He Was On Rather Delicate Ground, And

Remembering That He Was Already In bad Odor With The Police Authorities,

Assumed a Great Show Of Generosity.

 

 

 

"I Vill Not Be Tough," He Said, "Ven A Man'S Boor And Does All Vat He

Can; I Knows My Rights, And I Stands Up For Him, But Ven I Gits Him Den

I Be Like Von Leetle Lamb. I Vill Leave You Tree Quarter Dollar, And You

Bays Der Rest Vat You Have, And We Says Nothing More 'Bout Him."

 

 

 

"You Are Right--The Least Said The Better About This Transaction. I'Ve

Been A Fool, And You Are A Knave, And That Is All There Is To Say. Here

Are Seventy-Five Cents, Which I Keep, And There Are Four Dollars, Which

Is All I Have--Every Cent. Now Unlock Your Door And Let Me Out."

 

 

 

"I Tinks You Has More."

 

 

 

"You Can Search My Pockets If You Wish. If You Do, I Call Upon These Men

Present To Witness The Act, For, As I Have Said, If You Go Beyond A

Certain Point I Will Make You Trouble, And Justly, Too."

 

 

 

"Nah, Nah! Vat For I Do So Mean A Ting? You But Your Hand In my Bocket

Ven You Takes My Dinners, My Lagers, And My Brandies, But I No Do Vat No

Shentlemens Does. You Can Go, And Ven You Brings De Full Moneys For Zwei

Weeks' Bort I Gives You Receipt For Him."

 

 

 

Haldane Vouchsafed no Reply, But Hastened away, As A Fly Would Escape

From A Spider'S Web. The Episode, Intensely Disagreeable As It Was, Had

The Good Effect Of Arousing Him Out Of The Paralysis Of His Deep

Despondency. Besides, He Could Not Help Congratulating Himself That He

Had Avoided another Arrest And All The Wretched experience Which Must

Have Followed.

 

 

 

He Concluded that There Was No Other Resource For Him That Night Save

"No. 13," The Lodging-House In the Side Street Where "No Questions Were

Asked"; And, Having Stolen Into Another Obscure Restaurant, He Obtained

Such A Supper As Could Be Had For Twenty-Five Cents. He Then Sought His

Former Miserable Refuge, And, As He Could Not Pay Extra For A Private

Room On This Occasion--For He Must Keep A Little Money For His

Breakfast--There Was Nothing For Him, Therefore, But To Obtain What Rest

He Could In a Large, Stifling Room, Half Filled with Miserable Waifs

Like Himself. He Managed to Get A Bed near A Window, Which He Raised

Slightly, And Fatigue Soon Brought Oblivion.