It was not exactly a definition of him. To be sure, if you had caught sight of him anywhere down the sumptuous1 vista2 of the first-class sleeping-saloon of the New York and Chicago Express, you would have judged it adequate and inquired no more. You might even have put him down for a Yankee.
But if, following him on this side of the Atlantic, you had found yourself boxed up with him in a third-class compartment3 on the London and North-western Railway, your curiosity would have been aroused. The first thing you would have noticed was that everything about him, from his gray traveling hat to the gold monogram4 on his portmanteau, was brilliantly and conspicuously5 new. Accompanied by a lady, it would have suggested matrimony and the grand tour. But there was nothing else to distract you from him. He let himself be looked at; he sat there in his corner seat, superbly, opulently still. And somehow it dawned on you that, in spite of some Americanisms he let fall, he was not, and never could have been, a Yankee. He had evidently forged ahead at a tremendous speed, but [Pg 2] it was weight, not steam, that did it. He belonged to the race that bundles out on the uphill grade and puts its shoulders to the wheel, and on the down grade tucks its feet in, sits tight, and lets the thing fly, trusting twenty stone to multiply the velocity6.
Then it would occur to you that he must have been sitting still for a considerable period. He was not stout—you might even have called him slender; but the muscles about his cheeks and chin hung a little loose from the bony framework, and his figure, shapely enough when he stood upright, yielded in a sitting posture7 to the pressure of the railway cushions. That indicated muscular tissue, once developed by outdoor exercise, and subsequently deteriorated8 by sedentary pursuits. The lines on his forehead suggested that he was now a brain-worker of sorts.
Other lines showed plainly that, though his accessories were new, the man, unlike his portmanteau, had knocked about the world, and had got a good deal damaged in the process. The index and middle fingers of the left hand were wanting. You argued, then, that he had changed his trade more than once; while from the presence of two vertical9 creases10 on either side of a large and rather fleshy mouth, worn as it were by the pull of a bit, you further inferred that the energy he must have displayed somewhere was a thing of will rather than of temperament11. He was a paradox12, a rolling stone that had unaccountably contrived13 to gather moss14.
And then you fell to wondering how so magnificently mossy a person came to be traveling third-class in his native country.
To all these problems, which did actually perplex the clergyman, his fellow-passenger, he himself provided the answer. [Pg 3]
He had taken out his gold watch with a critical air, and timed the run from Liverpool to Crewe.
"Better service of trains than they used to have," he observed. "Same old snorer of an engine, though."
"You seem to know the line."
"It's not the first time I've ridden by it; nor yet the first time I've crossed the herring-pond."
"Are you making any stay in this country?"
"I am, sir."
He lapsed15 into meditation16 evidently not unpleasing; then he continued: "When you've got a mother and two sisters that you haven't seen for over fifteen years, naturally you're not in such a particular durned hurry to get away."
"Your home is in America, I presume?"
"My home is in England. I've made my pile out there, sir, and I've come to stay. Like to see the Chicago Advertiser? It may amuse you."
The clergyman accepted the paper gratefully. It did amuse him. So much so that he read aloud several paragraphs, among others the one beginning "Stephen K. Lepper, Pork-packing Prince."
It was a second or two before the horror of the situation dawned on him. That dawn must have been reflected on his face, for his fellow-passenger began to snigger.
"Ah," said he, "you've tumbled to it. Sorry you spoke17? Don't apologize for smiling, sir. I can smile, myself, now; but the first time I saw that paragraph it turned me pretty faint and green. That's the way they do things out there. Of course," he added, "I had to be put in; but I'm no more like a prince than I'm like a pork-packer."
What was he like? With the flush on his cheeks the laughter in his eyes he might have been an [Pg 4] enormous schoolboy home for the holidays, and genially18 impudent19 on the strength of it.
"Fact is," he went on, "you didn't expect to find such a high personage in a third-class compartment. That put you off."
"Yes, I suppose it was that." It did seem absurd that a pork-packing prince, who could probably have bought up the entire rolling stock of the London and North-western, should be traveling third.
"You see, I never used to go anything but third on this old line or any other. I'm only doing it now to make sure I'm coming home. I know I'm coming home, but I want the feel of it."
He folded the Chicago Advertiser and packed it carefully in his portmanteau. "I'm keeping this to show my people," he explained. "It's the sort of thing that used to make my young sister grin."
"You have—er—a young sister?"
"I had two—fifteen years ago."
The clergyman again looked sorry he had spoken.
"All right—this time. They're not dead. Only one of them isn't quite so young as she used to be. The best of it is, it's a surprise visit I'm paying them. They none of them know I'm coming. I simply said I might be turning up one of these days—before very long."
"They won't be sorry to have you back again, I imagine."
"Sorry?"
He smiled sweetly and was silent for some minutes, evidently picturing the joy, the ecstasy20, of that return. Then, feeling no doubt that the ice was broken, he launched out into continuous narrative21.
"Going out's all very well," he said, "but it isn't a patch on coming home. Not but what you can overdo22 the thing. I knew a man who was always coming home—seemed [Pg 5] as if he couldn't stop away. I don't know that his people were particularly glad to see him."
"How was that?"
"A bit tired of it, I suppose. You see, they'd given him about nine distinct starts in life. They were always shipping23 him off to foreign parts, with his passage paid and a nice little bit of capital waiting for him on the other side. And, if you'll believe me, every blessed time he turned up again, if not by the next steamer, by the next after that."
"What became of the capital?"
"Oh, that he liquidated24. Drank it—see? We've all got our own particular little foibles, and my friend's was drink."
"I don't wish to appear prejudiced, but I think I should be inclined myself to call it a sin."
"You may call it a sin. It was the only one he'd got, of any considerable size. I suppose you'd distinguish between a sin and its consequences?"
"Most certainly," replied the clergyman unguardedly.
"Well. Then—there were the women——"
"Steady, my friend, that makes two sins."
"No. You can't count it as two. You see, he never spoke to a girl till he was so blind drunk he couldn't tell whether she was pretty or ugly. Women were a consequence."
"That only made his sin the greater, sir."
"Ye—es. I reckon it did swell25 it up some. I said it was a big one. Still, it's not fair to him to count it as more than one. But then, what with gambling26 and putting a bit on here, and backing a friend's bill there, he managed to make it do duty for half a dozen. He seemed to turn everything naturally to drink. You may say he drank his widowed mother's savings27, and [Pg 6] his father's life insurance; and, when that was done, he pegged28 away at his eldest29 sister's marriage portion and the money that should have gone for his younger sister's education. Altogether he reduced 'em pretty considerably30. Besides all that, he had the cussedest luck of any beggar I know.
"Not that he cared for his luck, as long as he got enough to drink. But he wore his friends out. At last they said they'd get up a subscription31 and pay his passage out to the States, if he'd swear never to show his ugly face in England again. Or at least not till he knew how to behave himself, which was safe enough, and came to the same thing, seeing that they didn't believe he'd ever learn. He didn't believe it himself, and would have sworn to anything. So they scraped together ten pounds for his passage, intermediate. He went steerage and drank the difference. They'd sent on five pounds capital to start him when he landed, and thought themselves very clever. The first thing he did was to collar that capital and drink it too. Then he went and worked in the store where he'd bought the drink, for the sake of being near it—he loved it so. Then—this is the queer part of the story—something happened. I won't tell you what it was. It happened because it was the worst thing that could have happened—it was bound to happen, owing to his luck. Whatever it was it made him chuck drinking. He left the store where the stuff was, and applied32 for a berth33 in a big business in Chicago. It was a place where they didn't know him, else he wouldn't have got it.
"Then his luck turned. If it wasn't the same luck. Just because he hadn't an object in life now—didn't care about drinking any longer, nor yet about women, because of the thing that had happened, and so hadn't got any reasonable sort of use for money—he began [Pg 7] to make it. That's the secret of success, that is. Because he didn't care what he called a tinker's cuss about being foreman he was made foreman—then, for the same reason, manager. Then he got sort of interested in seeing the money come in. He didn't want it himself, but it struck him that it wouldn't be a bad thing to pay back his mother and his sisters what they'd lost on him, besides making up for any little extra trouble and expense he might have been to them. He began putting dollars by just for that.
"I suppose you think that when he'd raked together enough dollars he sent them home straightaway? Not he. He wasn't such a blamed idiot. He knew it was no manner of good being in a hurry if you wanted to do a thing in style. He pouched34 those dollars himself and bought a small share in the business. He bought it for them, mind you. You'd have thought, now he was interested and had got back a sort of object in life, that his luck would have turned again, just to spite him. But it didn't. He rose and he rose, and after a bit they made him a partner. They had the capital, and he had the brain. He'd found out that he'd more brain than he knew what to do with. Regular nuisance it was—so beastly active. Used to keep him awake at night, thinking, when he didn't want to. However, it dried up and let him alone once he gave it the business to play with. At last the old partners dropped off the concern—gorged; and he stuck to it. By that time he had fairly got his hand in; and the last year it was just a sitting still and watching the long Atlantic roll of the dollars as they came tumbling in. He stuck till he'd piled them up behind him, a solid cold five million. And now he's ramping35 on the home-path as hard as he can tear. The funny thing is that his people are as poor as church mice—three [Pg 8] brown mice in a fusty little house like a family pew. But that's the house he's going to. And that five million's just as much theirs as it is his, and perhaps a little more."
"Ah," said his fellow-passenger, "that's pretty. That sort of thing doesn't often happen outside a fairy tale."
"No," said Stephen Lepper simply, "but he made it happen."
"Well?"
"Well? Do you think they'll be sorry to see him? I don't mean because of the dollars—they won't care about them."
"Of course they won't. My dear sir, it's fine—that story of yours. It's the Prodigal36 Son—with a difference."
"A difference? I believe you!"
At this point Stephen Lepper was struck with a humorous idea. It struck him on the back, as it were, in such a startling manner that he forgot all about the veil he had woven so industriously37. (His companion, indeed, judged that he had adopted that subterfuge38 less as a concealment39 for his sins than as a decent covering for his virtues40.)
"That prodigal knew what to do with his herd41 of swine, anyhow. He killed and cured 'em. And I reckon he'll order his own fatted calf42—and pay for it."
He stood revealed.
The clergyman got down at Rugby. In parting he shook Mr. Stephen K. Lepper by the hand and wished him—for himself a happy home-coming, for his friend a good appetite for the fatted calf.
His hand was gripped hard, so that he suffered torture till the guard slammed to the door of the compartment and separated them. [Pg 9]
Mr. Lepper thrust his head out of the window. "No fear!" he shouted.
The clergyman looked back once as the train moved out of the station. The head was there, uncovered, but still shouting.
"No durned——"
He saw the gray hat waved wildly, but the voice was ravished from him by the wind of the train.
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