“Perhaps I did wrong,” thought he, not for the first time, “to close all intercourse1 with people here when I went away. ‘Perkins & Tootler’ advertising2 everywhere. There can’t be two men named Tootler. It must be my old schoolfellow. I’ll go down and see if he remembers me.”
Large letters in the directory informed him of the firm’s address—Perkins & Tootler, wool merchants, Throgmorton Perkins, Thomas Tootler. Ira easily found the store. Everything looked busy and prosperous. The air around was filled with a fine flocculent haze3 which caused Mr. Waddy to rub his nose.
“Tommy doesn’t need to advertise that he’s in wool,” thought he. “In clover, too, I should think.”
All within the store of P. & T. was bustle4. Wool-gathering5 there meant quite the opposite of witlessness. In reply to Mr. Waddy’s inquiry6 for Mr. Tootler, a busy clerk pointed7 to the inner office.[74] The door was shut, and as Mr. Waddy knocked, he heard a queer, suppressed sound, half musical, half melancholy8, like the wheeze9 of a country church organ when Bellows10, immersed in his apple, has forgotten his duty of blast.
“Come in,” said a voice.
As Ira entered, the person within was engaged in hurrying something into the pocket of his grey morning coat. The person was a short, bald, jolly fatling, all abloom with pink freshness. He looked a compound of père de famille and jolly dog. His abiding12 rosiness13 was rosier14 now with a blush as of one detected; it grew ruddier as the stranger addressed him.
“Mr. Tootler, I believe?”
“Yes, sir; will you take a seat?” returned Tootler politely; then, as he saw his visitor in clearer light, he sprang to his feet, with hands outstretched. “Is it possible? Why, Waddy, is it you? Folly15 ol tolly ol tilly ol ta!” and he grasped Ira’s hands and hopped16 before him in a polka step. As he hopped, his coat flew about and a hard object in the pocket struck Mr. Waddy’s leg.
“Yes, it’s I, Tommy, my boy,” said Waddy, almost ready to dance himself and feeling, suddenly, quite a boy again. “I would bet cash that I can tell what you have in your right-hand pocket.”
“Well, you’re right,” admitted Tootler, smiling blandly17; and diving into his pocket, he produced the[75] joints18 of a flute20. He put it rapidly together and after one howl, such as Ira had heard from without, he played in a masterly way a few bars of a sweet Spanish air.
“Our last serenade—eh, Ira? I don’t forget, you see.”
The two friends shook hands again on this souvenir—but more gravely. Mr. Waddy’s face, indeed, was again very grave.
“Fifteen years ago this very month,” continued Tootler, a little rapidly, perhaps noticing the change. “But, Ira, you’ve not altered a hair, except your moustache, and you’re as brown as a chowder party. Splendid! All right! Welcome home! as the boy said to the bumble-bee. If I could see your lips, I don’t know but I would——” A chirping23 smack24 went off in the air, and Tommy, the gay, spun25 about his office, and as he spun he flirted26 no less than three tears to lay the dust; then, giving himself a little thwack in the eyes, he fronted Waddy again.
“Well, Tommy,” said his friend, “you are the same—only younger. I see the hair hasn’t grown yet on your infantile poll.”
“Never will, sir,” replied the merry man, who had plenty of pleasant light hair below his tonsure27; “never would. I’m taken for a priest, a nunshow. Sometimes for the Pope. Isn’t that worth being bald for? ‘The Pope that Pagan full of pride’—I’d like to be him for one day to excommunicate the[76] Irish nation. But come! tell me about yourself. I obeyed orders and didn’t write. I heard, of course, through your house here that you were alive and making money, but nothing more. We’ve talked very often of you—Cissy and I.”
“Oh!” said Waddy, “of course there’s a Cissy. No man ever looked so young and happy without.”
“Of course,” assented28 Tootler positively29, “there’s more than one. There’s Mrs. Cecilia Tootler, who knows you very well by hearsay30, and Miss Cecilia Tootler, who will know you this afternoon, if my brown mare31 Cecilia doesn’t break our necks.”
“Where are we going so fast?” asked Waddy, “with these gay young men who drive brown mares?”
“We are going to my house in the country,” explained Tootler. “We are going to drive and drive and talk over old times, and have some iced punch after the old fashion, and a pipe after punch. For your part, you are going to be made love to by Mrs. Tootler; she shall sing to you, with her divinest voice, everything that you have loved in old times, and a thousand new things that you will love when you hear them; she shall play to you on the dulcinea, sackbut, psaltery, spinnet, harp32, lute21, and every kind of instrument, including a piano. Her name was a prophecy—there’s something in a name. Now yours—I don’t believe you would have been[77] bolting off to India as you did, forgetting all your friends, if your name had not been Ira.”
“No more o’ that, Tommy,” protested Ira, “now that one of my friends has proved that he has not forgotten me. But tell me, is it usual for merchants of Boston, in wool or out of it, to carry pocket flutes33 or bassoons, and while away the noontide hour with dulcet34 strains, such as you gave me? Do they all play solos in solitude35?”
“They might do worse, and some of ’em do. The fact is, Ira, I meet such a set of inharmonious knaves36 that I must soothe37 me with a little blow now and then. I have had the doors felted. Not much sound goes through. Generally, I can wait till I get to the Shrine—so I call my box—St. Cecilia’s Shrine—for my music, but sometimes these confounded beggars rasp me so with their mean tricks and tempting38 swindles that I have to pipe up. The clerks wait till I’ve done and then ask for half-holidays. I have to deal with a pretty shabby crew. These manufacturers are always hard up and keep sending a lot of daggered scallawags here to get contributions to put little bills through Congress about the tariff39. They don’t get much out of Tommy Tootler—nor much ahead of him—the loafers!” and Tommy, to tranquillise his soul, took his flute and gave “Il segreto” with thrilling trills.
As he closed, a small knock smote40 the door and the youngest clerk, aged11 fifteen, peered in. His[78] pantaloons were hitched41 up by his hasty descent from a high stool.
“Mr. Tootler,” he began timidly, but gathering courage at every word, “my sisters are going to have a raspberry party this evening and—and my mother’s not very well. Can I go home at three?”
“Go along, my boy!” said the merchant, “and don’t take too many raspberries or you may be more ill than your mother.”
Clerkling disappeared and a suppressed cheer came through the felted door.
Mr. Waddy laughed heartily42. Tootler also smiled in length and breadth; in breadth over his rosy43 cheeks of indigenous44 cheerfulness, and in greater length from where his chin showed the cloven dimple up to the apex45 of his tonsure. It was doing Mr. Waddy vast good—this intercourse with his old comrade. It seems to me quite possible that if he had found his friend transmuted46 from the old nimble sixpence to a slow shilling—corrupted into a man of the two-and-sixpenny type, slim, prim47, close, pious48 to the point of usury—that the returning man would have been disgusted away from all his possibilities of content and hopes of home; would have scampered49 back to the lounges of Europe and there withered50 away. Then, certes, never would this tale of his Return have been written.
But Mr. Waddy found his old friend now even more a friend. The meeting carried each back to[79] the dear days of youth, jolly and joyous51, ardent52, generous, unsuspecting. How many were left who could call either by prenomen? These were two who, together, had done all the boyish mischiefs—all for which boyhood is walloped and riper years remember with delight. Had they not together lugged53 away the furtive54 watermelon? What Boston bell-pulls were not familiar with their runaway55 rings? Who, as time went on, were the best skaters but they? Who went farthest for water lilies for boyish sweethearts; who, into stickiest mud for the second joints of that amphibious kangaroo, the frog? To enumerate56 their joint19 adventures and triumphs demands a folio. Were this written, the old types of friendship would be forgotten, and even now, as I think of Waddy and Tootler, those other duos of history, Orestes and Pythias, Damon and Jonathan, Pylades and David, mingle57 themselves like uncoupled hounds—their conjunctions seem only casual and temporary.
There must have been good reason for their reciprocal silence during so many years, for their meeting was not as of two who have wished to forget each other, and such a meeting, with so unchanged a comrade, was, as I have said, to Mr. Waddy a wondrous58 good. It seems impossible that a man of his many noble traits should not have had other friends, all in their way as sincere as this one. But whether this prove to be so or not, here[80] we have the first fact a favourable59 fact. The first hand he grasps returns the pressure warmly, and not with traitorous60 warmth. The first face he recognises even precedes his in recognition. Pleasant omens61 these! If not ominous62, pleasant enough as facts.
The two friends parted for their morning business. At three, to a tick, Mr. Tootler was at the Tremont House, in a knowing buggy with hickory wheels, fresh-varnished. Mr. Waddy, also to a tick, ready with his carpet-bag, squinted63 at Cecilia and saw that she was a “good un.” Mr. Tootler, with his tonsure covered by a straw hat, was a very young, almost boyish-looking man, as vivacious64 and sparkling as a lively boy. Mr. Waddy was browner and graver, and his long moustache gave a stern character to his face, even when he smiled.
Cecilia lounged along over the stones down Beacon65 Street, with that easy fling which reminds one of the indolence of an able man. The air was cool and fragrant66, and parasol clouds hung overhead, suggesting future need of umbrellas. The same need was foreshadowed by gleaming fires in horizontal blackness—they were evidently heating up those dark reservoirs that later a diluvial boiling-over might come.
Cecilia probably snuffed the approaching shower, or was a little wild with thoughts of her oats, for while Tootler was still pointing out to his friend[81] the new houses of new men, the railroad causeways and the extension of the Common, the mare was imperceptibly and still lazily stretching into her speed. She was not one of those great awkward brutes67 that require a crowbar between the teeth and a capstan with its crew at either rein69. This refined, ladylike animal had nothing of the wrong-headed vixen about her. Her lively ears showed caution without timidity. She was indeed a “good un,” with a pedigree brought down by the Ark from Paradise.
Mr. Tootler hardly felt the reins70, the mare was minding herself. They were descending71 an easy slope, when a man driving fast, alone in a buggy, appeared over the opposite rise of ground. Just as he came within recognisable distance, he struck his horse violently with the whip; the horse winced72 and bolted and then turned toward his own side a little, but not enough to save the collision.
“We’re in,” said Tootler calmly, as the crash came.
He had the advantage of down-hill impetus73 and a large fore-wheel of the new style. His wheel struck the other’s hinder wheel just in front of the box. It swept the axle and both wheels clear. Cecilia pulled up in an instant—no damage. They left her standing74 and both sprang to the rescue of the stranger. He had been thrown out behind and was picking himself up from a spot where there was just mud enough for general defilement75. Ira made[82] after the horse, who only ran a hundred yards, and brought him back with the wreck76 of the wagon77 at his heels. Tootler was talking rather angrily to the stranger, who stood sulkily beating off the mud.
“Hang it, Belden, you know it was your own fault,” said Tommy. “Why the deuce did you hit that bolter of yours just at the wrong time? You might have broken all our necks.”
“Well!” said Belden, and the word expressed many things.
He was, or rather had been, dressed in white, with blue cravat78, and wore a straw hat covered with fresh white muslin in the Oriental style. He was now bedaubed like Salius in the Virgilian foot-race. It was quite certain that his afternoon projects were at an end. He was an “object.”
“After all,” continued the good-natured Tootler, “you have the worst of it and I won’t abuse you. Here comes Waddy with your horse—he seems all right. Don’t you remember Waddy? Ira, this is Horace Belden. He used to be one of us—old friends.”
Waddy was holding the horse with his right hand; he held out the other with an apology.
“I’m glad to see you again and very sorry that we were the unintentional cause of your accident,” he said.
Belden took the hand with a bad grace, and stooping[83] down to wipe off some of his stains, was muttering something that may have been a reply, when Cecilia made a little start. Tootler jumped to her head.
“Come, Waddy,” he called; “we shall be caught in the shower. Sorry to leave you, Belden, but don’t see that we can do anything. A little rain-water won’t do you any harm.”
Belden’s manner was so very ungracious that Waddy’s cordiality, if he felt any, was repressed. It was a case for indulgence, however, and he paused an instant as he was mounting into the buggy.
“I’m at the Tremont House, Mr. Belden,” he said, “and shall be glad to see you.”
“Tremont House—ah,” replied the other. “Hold your head up, you damn beast!”
As the pair drove off, Belden looked after them with a black expression and a curse.
“What the hell has that damned Waddy come back for?” he asked of the ambient air. “He’d better keep away from me. I knew him as soon as I saw him from the top of the hill. You infernal brute68, why didn’t you go by?” and picking up his whip, Mr. Horace Belden beat his horse villainously.
Meantime Cecilia was tossing herself gracefully79 along, covering ground to make up for delay.
“Does Belden owe you any money?” asked Tommy. “I thought there seemed something to pay between you.”
[84]“He certainly didn’t seem inclined to pay even common civility,” replied Ira, “but I suppose he was savage80 at being spilt. It was rather hard, particularly with that gay and gorgeous raiment. He should learn how to drive.”
“I think he knew us and meant to go by without notice,” said Tommy shrewdly. “Did you ever quarrel with him before you went away?”
“Never any positive quarrel. I had begun to distrust him somewhat; but he aided me so readily in my efforts to be off that I forgot my doubts. We parted good friends. Why do you ask?”
“I can hardly say,—something in his look, and manner of speaking of you, as of course we did often. I noticed the same look to-day, when he used the whip, and when you came back with the horse. Depend on it, he wishes you no good. I don’t like to speak ill of any man, but I believe him to be a scamp. My wife would never know him. I ask her why, and she says she has an instinctive81 aversion to him. I am sure she has had something to verify her intuitions. She is not a person for idle fancies, except in my personal case, and then I had trouble enough to change fancy into fact.”
“What has Belden been doing all these years?” asked Waddy. “The only time I ever heard of him personally was a year or so after I went, when a youth who came to China to forget some jilting[85] miss, told me that he was to marry a lady at whose house we used to meet—you know,” and he turned away so that his companion might not see his face.
“There was nothing in that,” said Tommy. “Soon after you went, he ceased to be received there—reasons unknown. He was a pretty hard customer then, and played high. Then he got some reputation of a certain kind in an amatory way. By-and-by the house failed—total smash—not a dollar to be found; still his connections and power of making himself agreeable, particularly to women of the class who haven’t intuitions, or don’t consult them, kept him up. He’s rather accomplished—sings, you know, and writes what half-educated people call clever things.”
“He must have a large audience,” observed Ira, a little bitterly, even for him.
“He has,” agreed Tootler; “among knaves as well as fools. It’s my belief the fellow would steal. In fact, where he got his money to go and live in Europe, as he did for several years, no one knows, unless he hid it from the firm’s creditors82. Then he went to California and pretended to have made his fortune. He has lately been to Europe again. I believe he is now on the matrimonial lay, the beggar! But you don’t ask me about the other friends with whom we used to be so intimate.”
“No,” said Mr. Waddy, with the tone of one[86] definitely putting aside the subject. “I do not. How that mare of yours travels! Can you put me in the way of getting a horse?”
“For what work? My next neighbour has a five-year-old, Cecilia’s half-brother, for sale. He’s a beauty, black as the devil. The only thing against him is, he’s not broke to harness. They ask a loud price, too. It will make you stare.”
“Not very easy to make me stare,” said Waddy easily. “A saddle horse is just my affair. We’ll look at him in the morning, and if he suits, ‘Ho for cavaliers!’”
During all this talk, Mr. Waddy had not failed to observe the exquisite83 beauty of the country they were whizzing through. There is nothing so charming, suburbanly, as the region about Boston, and to him all was garden, for these were spots where his rosy-houred youth had taken its truant84 pleasures. Fifteen years had built fences of exclusion85 round many lovely groves86, where he had chestnutted; the old orchards87 were cut down or neglected; many things had changed, for the city was steadily88 growing countrywards. He had only time to make hasty observations as they passed. Tootler would have been glad to pull up for larger view of fine house or finished grounds or lovely rural landscape, but that imperious shower said no. Presently they turned off the highroad into a sylvan89 lane, between tall hedges. A desultory90 avenue of elms shaded it.[87] On one side was a gravel22 walk, along which a little girl was driving a hoop91 towards them.
“Jump in, Cissy,” called Tootler, pulling in the mare.
A charming bright-eyed damsel clambered in and began to fondle her father. Her smile had the same bright, cheerful, magical charm as his.
“This is my friend, Mr. Waddy,” said he. “Give him a kiss—or, better still, one for every year he has been away from his friends.”
And again Mr. Waddy felt his heart glow with a warmth almost youthful as the fresh red lips touched his.
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