A huckster turned into Fourth Street, crying:
"Straw—berries! Straw—berries!"
And the young lawyer laughed lazily.
The chatter1 of the sparrows, the shouts of children in the Square and the huckster's drawling call seemed the subtones of a strangely beautiful oratorio2 of nature into which every sound of earth had softly melted. Even the roar of the elevated trains on Sixth Avenue and the screech3 of their wheels as the cars turned the corner of the filthy4 street in the rear were music. A secret joy filled the world. Nothing could break its spell—not even the devilish incessant5 rattle6 of the machine hammers flattening7 the heads of the rivets8 on the huge steel warehouse9 of the American Chemical Company rising across the avenue. The music he heard was from within, and the glory of life was shining from his eyes.
Again the huckster's cry rang over the Square:
"Straw—berries! Straw—berries!"
The dreamer closed his eyes and smiled. A flood of tender memories stole into his heart from the sunlit fields of the South. He had gone hunting wild strawberries with Nan Primrose10 on the hills at home in North Carolina the day he first knew that he loved her.
How beautiful she was that day in the plain blue cotton dress which fitted her superb young figure to perfection! How well he remembered every detail of that ramble11 over the red hills—he could hear now the whistle of a bob white sitting on the fence near the spring where they lunched, calling to his mate. As Nan nestled closer on the old stile, they saw the little brown bird slip from her nest in a clump12 of straw, lift her head, and softly answer.
"Look!" Nan had whispered excitedly. "There's her nest!"
He recalled distinctly his tremor13 of sympathetic excitement as her warm hand drew him to the spot. With peculiar14 vividness he remembered the extraordinary moisture of the palm of her hand trembling with eager interest as he counted the eggs—twenty beauties. But above all memories stood out one! As he bent15 close above her he caught for the first time in his life the delicate perfume of her dark rich hair and felt the thrill of its mystery.
"It's their little home, isn't it, Jim!" she exclaimed.
"I hope I can build as snug16 a nest for you some day, Nan!" he whispered gravely.
And when she stood silent and blushing, he made the final plunge17. Looking straight into her dark eyes he had said:
"I love you, dear Nan!"
As she stood very still, looking down in silence, with a throb18 of fear and aching tenderness he dared to slip his arm around her waist and kiss the trembling lips. And then he noticed for the first time a deep red strawberry stain in the corner of her mouth. In spite of her struggles he laughingly insisted on kissing it away—a fact which led to his first revelation of her character—could he ever forget the glory and wonder of it! She had seized his arms, gasping19 for breath.
"Don't—don't, Jim—I can't stand that any more!" And then as a dreamy smile stole into her face she suddenly threw her own arms around his neck in passionate20 tenderness, returning with interest every kiss he had taken—
"Straw—berries!"
The man looked up and drawled his familiar cry.
"Yes—Yes!" he shouted. "Two boxes. Put them on the stoop—and keep the change!"
He threw the man a silver dollar, and the white teeth of the Italian signalled a smile of thanks as he bowed low, lifting his dirty cap in acknowledgment.
Nor was Nan's beauty merely a memory, it was the living presence, the source of the joy that filled his soul to overflowing21 to-day, for she had grown more beautiful than ever since her mother had moved to New York.
He had always believed that the real reason in the back of Mrs. Primrose's shallow head for this move to the North had been the determination to break his engagement and make a more brilliant marriage for Nan. And so when they left he followed.
The mother had always professed22 for him unbounded loyalty23 and admiration24. But he had never been deceived. He knew that Mrs. Primrose lied as she breathed—politely, but continuously—by her involuntary muscles. Day and night since they had reached New York she had schemed for Nan. She had joined every society, club, and coterie25 into which she could buy, push, or man?uvre her way. She had used her Revolutionary ancestry26 and high social standing27 in the old South as the entering wedge and had finally succeeded in forcing her way into at least one charmed circle of the rich and powerful through the Daughters of the American Revolution.
She had leased a house in the fashionable neighbourhood of Gramercy Park, and to meet the extraordinary expense, began a careful and systematic28 search for rich young men to whom she could let two floors. Stuart had seen through her scheme at once—especially as she had insisted with increasing protestations of love that the engagement be kept a secret until they were ready to marry.
He was sure in his heart that Nan had never joined in those plans of her mother, though he had wished that she might have shown a little more strength in resisting them. He trusted her implicitly29, and yet she was so beautiful he couldn't see how any man with red blood in his veins30 could resist her. And he had spent two miserable31 years. Every time her mother had come near, purring and smiling, he had always expected to collide with a rival as he went out the door.
Well, he was going to win at last, and the world was full of music! He had the biggest surprise of life in store for Nan—something no true woman's heart could resist. He had succeeded after incredible difficulties in secretly building a cottage by the sea in Brooklyn. Its lawn sloped to the water's edge, and a trim boat lay nodding at the dock. He had been out of town two weeks—ostensibly on law business in Baltimore—in fact he had spent the time putting the finishing touches on this home. He had planted hedges, fruit trees, vines and flowers, and covered every bare inch of soil with fresh green sod. Neither Mrs. Primrose nor Nan had the faintest suspicion of what he had been doing. He had written several letters to Nan and a friend had mailed them in Baltimore.
To-morrow he would lead his sweetheart into this holy of holies of Life—the home Love had built. He could see now the smile of tenderness break over her proud face as he should hand her the keys and ask her to fix the wedding day.
No matter on what his eye rested, he could see only Beauty, Glory, Sunlight!
An assortment33 of idlers, tramps, and thieves had drifted into the Square and crowded its seats. A drunken woman, her slouchy black dress bedraggled and drenched34 from the rain, lurched across the walk, dropped on a bench and sat muttering curses at a carriage on the north side. He had often looked at those flashing windows in the millionaire's row beside Fifth Avenue and then at the grim figures of the human wolves and reptiles35 that crawled into the Square from below Fourth Street, and wondered what might happen if they should really meet. But to-day he gazed with unseeing eyes. There was on all the earth no poverty, no crime, no shame, no despair, no pain, no conflict. The splendour of the sunset was in his soul and the world was athrob with joy.
His reveries were broken by a timid knock on the door and a faint call:
"Jim!"
"Come in!" he cried.
"You're not a bit glad to see me," the soft voice said. "I've been standing out there for ages!"
"Forgive me, Sunshine, I must have been dreaming," Stuart pleaded, leaping from his seat and seizing her hand. "I'm awfully36 glad to see you!"
"Then, don't call me that name again," she pouted37.
"Why not?"
"Because it's undignified. All nicknames are."
"But isn't it beautiful?"
"It would be if my hair wasn't red and I didn't have freckles38 and was older," she protested, looking away to hide her emotion.
"But your hair isn't quite red. It's just the colour of the gold in honeycomb," he answered, gently touching39 her dishevelled locks—"besides, those few little freckles are becoming on your pink and white skin—and you are nearly fifteen."
"Well, my hair is red enough to make me think you're teasing when you call me Sunshine," she replied demurely40.
"Then I won't call you that any more. I'll just say, little pal—how's that?"
"That's better!" she said with a smile and sigh.
"Oh, Jim, I've been so dreadfully lonely since you were away! Where did you go? And why did you stay so long? And why didn't you write me more than one little letter? And why didn't you answer the one I wrote in reply?—You know I'm almost an orphan41 anyhow. Papa spends nearly all his time at the factory, the drug store, the dispensary, and visiting his patients. I declare, Jim, I'll die if you go away again. I just can't stand it." She dropped at last into a chair exhausted42.
Stuart smilingly took her hand:
"Lonely, Miss Chatterbox—when that big father of yours worships the very ground you walk on!"
"Yes, I know he does, Jim, and I love him, too, but you've no idea how dreadfully still the house is when you are gone. Oh, say! I'll tell you what I want—tell me you'll do what I ask—promise me! Say you will!"
"What is it?"
"I want you to be a real boarder, and eat with us! And when Papa's gone, I'll sit at the head of the table, smile and pour your tea. You'll do it, won't you? Say yes—of course you will!"
"But, my dear child, your father don't take boarders——"
"But he will if I ask him. I'll beg and tease him till he gives in."
"Oh, I couldn't think of letting you put him to all that trouble."
"But it wouldn't be any trouble. You see I'd keep house for you!"
"That would be very nice, dear, but I'm sure your father would draw the line at a real boarder. I'd never have gotten this beautiful room with that big old-fashioned open fireplace in your home if it hadn't happened that our fathers fought each other in the war, and became friends one day on a big battle-field. You see, my father took such a liking43 to yours that I came straight to find him when I reached this big town. It's been a second home to me."
"Be our boarder and I'll make it a real home for you, Jim!" she pleaded.
"Ah!—you'll be making a real home some day for one of those boys I saw at your birthday party—the tall dark one I think?"
"No. He doesn't measure up to my standard."
"What ails44 him?"
"He's a coward. My hero must be brave—for I'm timid."
"Then it will be that fat blond fellow with a jolly laugh?"
"No, he's a fibber. My Prince, when he comes, must be truthful45. It's so hard for me always to tell the truth."
"Then it will be that dreamy looking one of fifteen you danced with twice?"
"No, he's too frail46. My hero must be strong—for I am weak. And he must have a big, noble ideal of life; for mine is very small—just a little home nest, and a baby, and the love of one man!"
Stuart looked at her intently while a mist gathered in his eyes:
"I'm not sure about that being such a very small ideal, girlie!"
"But oh, my, I've forgotten what I came running home for! Papa sent me to ask you to please come down to the factory right away. He wants to see you on a very important matter. It must be awfully important. He looked so worried. I don't think I ever saw him worried before."
"I'll go at once," Stuart said, closing the window and blowing a kiss to the girl as he hurried down the stairs.
He strode rapidly across town toward the Bowery, through Fourth Street, wondering what could have happened to break the accustomed good humour of the doctor.
"Worry's something so utterly47 foreign to his character," the young lawyer mused48.
The doctor had long since retired49 from the practise of medicine as a profession, and only used it now as his means of ministering to the wants of his neighbours. His neighbours were a large tribe, however, scattered50 all the way from the cellars and dives of Water Street to the shanties51 and goat ranges of the Upper Harlem. Stuart had never met a man so full of contagious52 health. He was a born physician. There was healing in the touch of his big hand. Healing light streamed from his brown eyes, and his iron-gray beard sparkled with it. His presence in a sick-room seemed to fill it with waves of life, and his influence over the patients to whom he ministered was little short of hypnotic.
"Christian53 Science is no new doctrine54, my boy," he had said one day in answer to a question about the new cult32.
"I thought it was," Stuart answered in surprise.
"No. All successful physicians practise Christian Science. The doctor must heal first the mind. I can kill a man with an idea. So often I have cured him with an idea. If I can succeed with ideas, I do so. If there's no mind to work on, why then I use pills."
The young man stopped impatiently at Broadway, unable to cross. A little girl of ten, pale and weak and underfed, staggering under a load of clothing from a sweatshop on the East Side, had been knocked down trying to cross the street to deliver her burden to a Broadway clothier. A long line of cars stood blocked for a quarter of a mile, every car packed with human freight, every seat filled, every inch of standing room jammed with men and women holding to straps55. Tired office boys even clung to the rear guards at the risk of death from a sudden collision with the car behind.
They were always crowded so at this hour. And yet Stuart recalled with a curious touch of irony56 the fate of the indomitable old man, Jake Sharp, who had fought for years to force this franchise57 for a public necessity through the city government. His reward was a suit of stripes, shame, dishonour58, death. No one knew, or cared, or remembered it now. A new set of corrupt59 law makers60 took the place of the old ones, their palms still itching61 for money, money, money, always more money.
"And men who seek to serve the people must grease their itching palms or make way for those who will!" he muttered, fighting his way across. "A tough town—this, for a young lawyer with ideals. I wonder how long I'll hold out?"
Stuart found the doctor standing at the door of his factory, shaking hands and chatting with his employees as they emerged from the building at the close of a day's work. A plain old-fashioned brick structure just off the Bowery was this factory, and across the front ran a weatherbeaten sign which had not been changed for more than fifty years:
"HENRY WOODMAN, MANUFACTURING
CHEMIST"
The doctor's father had established the business fifty-two years ago, and the son, who bore the father's name, had succeeded to its management on his death, which occurred just after the return of the younger man with his victorious62 regiment63 from their last campaign with Grant before Petersburg and Appomattox.
He had given up the practise of medicine after the war, and devoted64 himself to the business of which his father had been justly proud. The house of Henry Woodman had been a pioneer in the establishing of a trade in pure drugs. In the time of the elder Woodman, adulteration and humbug65 were the rule, not the exception, in the business.
Woodman's stalwart figure towered in the doorway66 above his employees as they passed into the street. For every man, boy, and girl he had a nod, a smile, or a pleasant word. It was plain to see that the employer in this case had made his business the way to the hearts of the people who served him.
He took Stuart's hand in his big crushing grip and whispered:
"Have you any engagement this evening?"
Stuart smiled and hesitated.
"A girl—I see!" laughed the doctor. "Well, I'll get through by nine o'clock. You can give me the three hours till then? It's a matter of importance, and I want your advice."
"My advice—you!" Stuart exclaimed.
"Yes. You're the brightest young lawyer I know in town. I've gotten along without lawyers so far, but I guess I'm in for it now. You can come with me?"
"Of course," Stuart answered hurriedly. "Forgive my apparent hesitation67, doctor. I was just surprised at your worry. What's the matter?"
The older man was silent a moment and then slowly said:
"I'll tell you later. I wish to show you something before I ask your advice on a question of law; we must hurry. We will finish by nine and you will be a little late for dinner. But if she loves you, you can telephone and she will wait. It will be all right?"
Stuart coloured.
"Of course, it will be all right—besides, she doesn't know yet that I've returned."
The doctor handed the young lawyer a letter which he opened and read hastily.
No. 60 Gramercy Park.
To Dr. Henry Woodman,
Dear Sir: I must have an answer to the proposition of the American Chemical Company before noon to-morrow. After that hour the matter will be definitely closed.
Jno. C. Calhoun Bivens.
April 2, 1898.
Still looking at the letter he asked:
"What does it mean?"
"An ultimatum68 from the Chemical Trust. I'll explain to you when you've seen something of my work to-night. The first hour I want you to put in with me at the dispensary."
Stuart's eye rested on the embossed heading of the letter, "No. 60 Gramercy Park," and he slowly crushed the paper. It was the Primrose house, Nan's home! Her mother had succeeded.
Bivens, the new sensation in high finance, she had established as her star boarder in his absence! Bivens, his schoolmate at college—Bivens, the little razorback scion69 of poor white trash from the South who had suddenly become a millionaire!
His blood boiled with rage. He could see the soft, cat-like movements of Mrs. Primrose and hear her purring while she spun70 the web to entangle71 him with Nan. As he turned and followed the doctor, he laughed with sudden fierce determination.
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| adj.贪得的，痒的，渴望的v.发痒( itch的现在分词 ) | |
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