Eugene, holding himself as straight as a dart6, was a little in advance of the others; while Virgie frisked around him, first on one side and then on the other, and occasionally paused to throw back a few words to the nurses, whose heads were nodding in busy conversation.
The sergeant was glad to see that Eugene looked happier than he had done the day before. Indeed, he was comparatively cheerful this morning; and when he got near the sergeant, his cap came off his head in a twinkling, and he said gayly, “Good-morning, sir.”
“Bong zhoor, musso,” said the sergeant, in[Pg 22] rather indifferent French. “You look as pleased as if you’d got a freedom suit.”
Eugene’s curiosity was piqued7. “Will you explain, sir?” he said prettily8. “You mention a phrase that I have never met before.”
“Well,” said the sergeant, planting himself in the middle of the pavement, while the nurses and the children stood round him in respectful attention, “long ago, when I was a young man, I lived in the country. Every lad, when he was twenty-one, used to get a suit of new clothes, a dress-suit and a tall hat, which he called a freedom suit. This suit was kept for special occasions, like going to church, and funerals, and weddings, and making calls on our lady friends. I can just see the young fellows riding in from the farms on horseback, proud as Punch, with their coat-tails tucked in their pockets to keep them clean.”
“How droll9!” said Eugene.
“How droll!” little Virgie repeated after him.
“I will walk with you, sir,” said the boy, when the sergeant turned in the direction of[Pg 23] the park. “And I will walk wif you,” lisped Virgie to Eugene, attempting to take his hand.
“Not so,” he said decidedly; and he held both hands before him. “It might occur to you to seize these flowers which I am carrying, especially as they are for the emperor.”
The sergeant’s eyes wandered curiously10 from the tiny bunch of violets to the plain, almost threadbare, suit of clothes that the boy wore. Something told him that Eugene’s scanty11 savings12 were heroically devoted13 to perpetuating14 the memory of his beloved emperor.
“Are you going to lay those before John Boyle O’Reilly,” he asked.
Eugene bowed gravely.
“Speaking of monuments, there is one I admire,” said the sergeant, jerking a thumb over his shoulder; “and I often think it shows that a woman knows better how to dress a man than a man does.”
“You have reason,” said Eugene courteously15; though he did not understand in the least what the sergeant meant, and the sergeant knew he did not.
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“Look at it,” said the man to his young companion; and then they both turned around.
Against the blue sky rose alert and graceful16 the bronze figure of Leif Ericsson, the Norse discoverer of America. One hand he held to his forehead. He was peering forward, as if his eager eyes were anxious to discover the wonders of the new world.
“Yes,” said the sergeant, “it is a woman that made that, and to my mind she made a man. I get tired of these heroes in petticoats, sitting round on monuments. I never saw a man in petticoats in my life, except a Christian17 brother; yet when any one of our famous men is going to be put up in stone for us to admire, the sculptor18 swaddles him round like a baby in long clothes; though Boston isn’t as bad in this respect as some of our cities.”
“It is a thousand pities,” said Eugene absently.
“Why don’t you leave those flowers with Leif?” asked the sergeant jokingly.
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“Let Me put Them up for You,” said the Sergeant.
Eugene immediately awaked out of his revery. “No, no,” he said; and he hurried on[Pg 25] with a disturbed face, and scarcely spoke19 until they reached the bronze monument.
“Let me put them up for you,” said the sergeant, when Eugene stood on tiptoe, and tried to toss his violets near O’Reilly’s face.
The boy gave them up, and anxiously watched him as he deposited them on the stone ledge20 on which the bust21 rested.
“I wish O’Reilly could see you,” said the sergeant. “Perhaps he does. He was a patriot22, and I guess he would approve of your devotion to your country.”
Eugene stood gazing up in rapt attention until Virgie and the two nurses arrived; then he sighed, and brought his eyes to the earth again.
“I fought you’d runned away and hid yoursef,” said little Virgie, shaking her curls and dancing up to Eugene. “Come play wif me; I’m all lonesome.”
Eugene was about yielding passively to her request, when he caught sight of a little head peering at him from the underbrush near by.
“Ah, Jacobin!” he said calmly, as he stooped and seized a stone, “away with thee.”
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The stone was not thrown; for the sergeant stepped forward, and seized him by the shoulder. “What do you see, boy?” he asked.
“A cat,” replied Eugene.
The sergeant retained his hold of Eugene, and sat him down on the stone seat. “Boy,” he said firmly, “do you stone cats?”
“Always,” returned Eugene. “The reptiles23!”
“Why do you do it?”
“Possibly,” said the lad with slight sarcasm24, “you would also stone them if you lived where we do. At night my grandfather retires worn out by his exertions25 during the day. He sleeps; then he springs from his bed, awakened26 by a cry for help from a drowning child. It is a cat! He becomes angry; he lifts the window, and throws a morsel27 of coal at the supposed drowning one. He again retires. He again sleeps. This time a woman shrieks28 from a burning house. He again hurls29 himself from the bed. Once more it is but a cat. He throws two morsels30 of coal, and ensconces himself between the blankets. In succession he is[Pg 27] aroused by murderers, by burglars, by a chorus of men’s voices, by a famous prima donna; and all is produced by those wretches31 of cats. He says that he has travelled in many lands, and that he has heard the voices of many cats; but for maliciousness32 and range of tones these Boston cats eclipse all others.”
“I wonder what your grandfather takes for supper,” said the sergeant sternly. “A man that runs down cats and women and priests ain’t fit to live, in my estimation.”
Eugene promptly33 raised a little cane34 that he carried under his arm, and struck the sergeant a smart blow across his legs.
The sergeant in his amazement35 released his hold of Eugene’s shoulder; and his nurse, stepping forward with a dismayed face, interposed herself between the angry lad and his powerful opponent, and said, “Run, Master Eugene, run.”
“I will not run,” said the boy haughtily36. “You, sir,” he went on, addressing the sergeant, “shall give me satisfaction for this some day. I challenge you to fight a duel37 with me.”
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All the annoyance38 died out of the sergeant’s face. “You young swaggerer,” he said with a short laugh, “you’ve got a hard row to hoe in this life. I’m sorry for you; but I guess I’d no business to run down your grandfather. Come over here now; I want to show you something. You come too,” he added, addressing the nurses and little Virgie, who had timidly retreated when Eugene began to get angry.
Eugene somewhat sulkily accepted his apology, and they all followed him; while the sergeant talked to them over his shoulder, and led the way to a path near the Boylston-street bridge.
“Speaking of cats,” he said, “I want to introduce you to one who is a prince, or rather a king, among them, and perhaps you won’t have quite such a low opinion of the gentry39. Stoop your heads now; the shrubbery is pretty dense40 here.”
The two nurses and the children gazed admiringly before them. They were facing a most snug41 retreat.
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“And sure, a fox might be happy there, if it wasn’t for the highway near by,” said Bridget enthusiastically, “And what’s the baste42 that lives in this little wild wood home, officer?”
The sergeant was holding back some branches so that they might see more plainly a tiny wooden kennel43 heaped high with dead leaves.
“It’s a king that lives here,” he said; and he lifted toward his auditors44 his face that was red from stooping over the kennel.
“You didn’t know, French boy,” and he addressed Eugene, “that there was a sovereign over all this park land that rules as absolutely as your emperor did.”
“Is it possible that you speak of a cat?” said the boy contemptuously.
“Of nothing more nor less, of King Boozy, monarch45 of this park, because he has got character enough to rule over the other twenty cats that live here.”
Little Virgie was charmed. Before Eugene could reply, she dropped on her hands and knees, and crawled in beside the sergeant. “Oh, the little sweet housie!” she cried, patting[Pg 30] the tiny dwelling46 with both hands. “Who made it, mister? does the pussy47 sleep in it?”
“Yes, little one,” said the sergeant. “A gentleman connected with one of the Boston theatres had this kennel made for the king of the park, who always sleeps in it. His chum occupies that barrel over there.”
“And is it another cat that is his chum?” asked Bridget.
“Yes,” replied the sergeant. “There is only one cat in the park that the king will have to live with him; and that is his chum, Squirrel, and he has to mind his p’s and q’s, I tell you, or Boozy would put him out. What do you think of this for a cat’s home, young sir?” and he addressed Eugene.
The boy backed out from the underbrush, slightly curling his lip as he did so. “I do not admire the name of the animal,” he said coldly; “and why take all that trouble for a cat?”
The sergeant mopped his perspiring48 face with his handkerchief. “I will talk to you[Pg 31] a little about the king,” he said, “and then perhaps you will see.”
The path upon which they had entered ran along by the low stone parapet of the Boylston-street bridge. The sergeant took his station against the parapet, while his listeners stood grouped about him in the mild sunshine.
“I believe,” said the sergeant, pointing up to the bright blue sky above them, “in an almighty49 Ruler of the universe that creates all things,—men and women and horses and dogs and cats.”
“And so do I,” murmured Bridget, crossing herself. “Praise be to his holy name.”
“And I believe,” continued the sergeant, “that this almighty Ruler does not despise anything that he has made—not even a cat.”
Eugene smiled a little ironically, but said nothing.
“Four years ago,” went on the sergeant, “I was on duty in this park early one fine summer morning. Down there near Commonwealth Avenue I saw a black-and-white cat[Pg 32] coming leisurely50 toward me. Every few steps he took he would look over his shoulder in the direction of the houses, then he would walk toward the park again. I have always been fond of cats; so I said ‘Good-morning’ to him as polite as you please. ‘Meow,’ he said; and he looked pitifully up at me. ‘What’s the matter?’ I asked. ‘Are you going to the park to catch a mouse for yourself this fine morning?’ ‘Meow, meow,’ he said; and he meant, ‘No, no,’ just as plain as a creature could say it. Then he turned, and walked back in the direction he had come, looking over his shoulder, and begging me to follow as plain as possible. I thought I would go, for I knew something was wrong; and do you know that cat took me as straight as a child would have done down to a fine shut-up house. I suspected what was the matter; however, I rang the bell of the next house, and inquired.”
“They had gone away and left the cat, hadn’t they?” interjected Eugene’s nurse.
“Yes,” said the sergeant grimly. “That’s[Pg 33] the figure of it. Mrs. Grandlady, whose name you might know if I mentioned it, had taken herself and her dear children and her dear horses to the country; but the dear cat was left to shift for himself. I was sorry for the creature. He went up on the front steps. He went up on the back ones. He listened, he pricked51 up his ears. He stared at me as if to say, ‘Do you really think they have left me?’ And when I left him he cried. For three weeks that cat hung about the house listening for some one to come back. I got the lady’s address, and wrote to her, but she didn’t answer; then I reasoned with the cat, and said, ‘You had better come up to the park.’ Finally he came. I never saw such a human-like creature. He’d never been ill-used, and he could not seem to understand that any one would hurt him. He has got over that now all right. Dogs chase him, and boys stone him, and he’s a different cat. He is shy of strangers, and I don’t think he would go back to his old mistress if she came for him.”
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“Isn’t he a good pussy now?” asked Virgie.
“Oh, yes!” said the sergeant, smiling; “he is good, but he is a little sharper than he used to be. He has got to know the world; and he believes that might is right, and he lords it over the other cats in the park. He thinks every one is down on him but me. He has lost faith in human nature—you will understand that when you get to be a big girl.”
“I would like to see that pussy,” said Virgie wistfully.
“I’ll call him up,” said the sergeant, “if your nurses will stand back. He hates women.”
“Och, the old rascal52!” said Bridget wrathfully.
“You see, it’s this way,” and the sergeant spoke in an apologetic tone of voice. “Probably he was the kitchen cat and the cook’s pet, because he isn’t a fancy breed like those parlor53 cats. When the cook cast him off he lost his liking54 for women.”
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“I don’t want to see the old turncoat,” said Bridget disdainfully. “Come on, Virtue55 Ann;” and she twitched56 herself to a little distance, leaving the two children with the sergeant.
“You want to see the king, don’t you?” the sergeant asked Eugene pointedly57.
The boy had been listening in a half-hearted way; but at this question he roused himself and said, “Certainly, sir.”
The sergeant gave a long, low whistle; and presently there was a rustling59 heard behind them, and a prosperous-looking white cat spotted60 with black came, yawning and stretching himself, through the underbrush.
“Good-morning, Boozy,” said the sergeant, as the animal, with the appearance of the greatest delight, sprang on the parapet of the bridge, and purringly stretched himself out toward his friend.
“He is very jealous, is Boozy,” said the sergeant kindly61, rubbing the cat’s head. “Don’t come any nearer, little miss. He don’t like to see strangers with me, and he is shy of[Pg 36] everything now. He wouldn’t come near me for a while after the park uniform was changed from gray to blue.”
“He caresses62 you because you feed him,” said Eugene, with a side glance at the animal, who had stretched himself on his back, and was playfully biting and patting the sergeant’s hand.
“You don’t enter into the animal’s feelings at all,” said the sergeant benevolently64. “You don’t think that there is a little heart inside that furry65 body—that it grew sick and sad when it was shut out from its home.”
“I do not comprehend in the least,” said Eugene in his most grown-up fashion. “A cat cannot suffer.”
“Perhaps some day you will understand,” said the sergeant kindly. “In the meantime let me tell you something that will prove to you that the cat does like me. Some months ago I was transferred to the Public Garden; and this cat, that would not come out of these bushes for a stranger, not if he was to whistle till doomsday, braved the racket of the streets,[Pg 37] and, what was worse to him, the people, and went down there to find me.”
“The sweet little pussy!” squealed66 Virgie. “Mister Policeman, let me stroke him.”
“Yes; but come gently,” said the sergeant.
Virgie, however, made a delighted run, that sent the cat flying into the underbrush.
The sergeant looked amused and went on. “I didn’t know what to make of it when I looked down, and saw the king purring with joy, and rubbing himself against my legs. I said, ‘Boozy, go back to the Fens; this is no place for a cat, and maybe I’ll be sent there by and by.’”
“Did he return?” asked Eugene.
“Yes; he came straight back here; and I begged for an exchange, and here I found him on the lookout67 for me when I was sent back. Don’t fret68, little miss; you can see the king another day. I will try to call up his chum for you,” and he whistled again. Boozy’s chum, however, did not come.
“He is probably hunting,” said the sergeant. “He and Boozy between them keep this end[Pg 38] of the park clean, and do good service to the city of Boston. They know all the holes of the mice and moles69 that would destroy the plants, and many a morning bright and early have I seen those two cats watching beside them. They catch sparrows too; smart isn’t the word for them; and the other day Boozy tackled an eel63.”
“An eel,” said Eugene, who was beginning to get interested; “one of those creatures parallel to a snake that lives in the water?”
“The same,” said the sergeant, chuckling70. “The king got mad with the eel because he wouldn’t submit quietly to being killed, but wound himself tightly round his body. Boozy was surprised that the eel would dare to meddle71 with him, the king of the park; and he bit the life out of him in two minutes.”
“I have read,” said Eugene, “that cats dislike water.”
“They mostly do,” said the sergeant. “We have an old thing, though, down below that comes in every morning as wet as a seal from fishing. But she doesn’t dare to come up[Pg 39] here. Boozy would box her ears, and send her home. This part of the park belongs to him and his chum. He makes the other twenty cats keep to their own end of it.”
“He is a naughty pussy to box the ears of the other pussies,” said Virgie warmly.
“You must remember, little miss, that human beings have been a bit rough on Boozy,” said the sergeant with a mischievous72 twinkle in his eye, “and he has learned some bad habits from them.”
“Does the cat live here in winter?” asked Eugene.
“Oh, yes! he doesn’t mind the change of seasons. We shovel73 about twenty feet of path for him, and clear the snow from the parapet so he can lie in the sun. Then I’m a little particular about his food—you haven’t seen his dining-room;” and he pointed58 to a sheltered nook where sheets of brown paper overspread the ground. “Come around any day at 1.30, and you’ll see King Boozy at dinner.”
“We’ll come running and jumping to see the sweet pussy,” said Virgie. “I’ll go ask[Pg 40] Bridget not to forget me about it;” and she ran away in the direction of the nurses.
“Where are these other cats that you speak of?” asked Eugene with affected74 indifference75.
“Oh! you’re beginning to get interested, are you,” said the sergeant. “I’ll show them to you some other day. I must go now, and find out what those fellows are doing in that boat on the pond. Good-by, Boozy;” and waving his hand to the cat, that he knew was staring at him from some secluded76 nook, he was about to hurry away from the lad, when he remembered something, and turned on his heel. “Before I go,” he said, “let me tell you, young boy, that I know what your grandfather does.”
“Did you presume to force inquiries,” said the lad quickly, “when I assured you that I should tell you myself?”
“No; I did not. I happened to remember that I had seen some one answering to the description of what I’d suppose your grandfather to be like in a French jeweller’s shop on Washington Street. He mends watches, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” scarcely breathed the boy, with an agonized77 blush.
“I wouldn’t feel bad about it, if I were you,” said the sergeant compassionately78. “That’s a decent way of getting a living.”
“For you, yes,” said the boy mournfully; “for a de Vargas, no;” and dropping his young head on his breast, he walked away.
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