The banking1 house and steamship2 office of Signor Tomato had reached the border of a crisis. Inch by inch the despairing padrone had seen his well of profit dry up. No longer did labour contractors3 come to him for men, and for more than a year he had not taken in a soldo of commission on wages. Even Anselmo the baker4, who for two loyal years had bought a four-dollar draft on Naples, took his business to an upstart rival, and people sneered6 at the sham7 packages of Italian currency exposed in the little window. The slow but ever-crumbling wreck8 had left him at last with only the steamship tickets to cling to; but even this spar of hope failed one day when a ship of [Pg 187]the Great Imperial International General Navigation Company was stabbed to death off the Banks, and a half dozen of Signor Tomato’s clients returned to Mulberry minus their tin pans, mattresses9, and other baggage, but well charged with denunciation of the agent who sold them the trouble. Thereafter it would have been as easy to get home-goers to take passage in a balloon as to book them for the G. I. I. G. N. C. line.
Crushing as it was, this disaster might have been tided over had not a long season of domestic reverses added to the difficulty. For three years there had been no christening party in the tiny parlour back of the nankeen sail, and during that period the bank’s advertisement in the Progresso had appeared without the famous foot line, “Also a baby will be taken to nurse.” The first families of Mulberry had always bid high for Bridget’s offices, and the advent10 of a new Tomato had never failed to mark an era of prosperity in the bank’s history. Bridget’s [Pg 188]vogue was greatest among the Neapolitan mothers, who do not hold with the American dairy wife that it is seldom the biggest kine that yield the richest quarts. But psychological reasons were not lacking for the favour in which the rugged11 Irish woman was held. In the minds of her patrons was rooted the conviction that for a child of Italy, destined12 to fight out the battle of life in New York, there could be no better start than the “inflooence” of a nurse of Bridget’s race.
The brave figure she presented at these stages! How all Mulberry stood dazzled as she passed, splendid in the time-honoured costume of the Neapolitan balia! Tradition demanded a deep-plaited vesture of blue silk or crimson13 satin, which could be hired of any midwife. Bridget always rejoiced when her employer said crimson satin, for that was her favourite as well as Signor Tomato’s. But there were other points of the outfit14 that gave her little delight. These were the smoothing and shining with pomatum of her [Pg 189]crow-black hair, and the sweetening of it with cologne; a gilded15 comb in her topknot, and pendent therefrom long broad ribbons to match her gown; rosettes in her ears, silver or pearly beads16 wound in double strings17 circling her ample neck; rings galore on her chubby18 fingers. And the skirt! Short enough to show her insteps, white-stockinged in low-cut shoes. Seen from a distance, moving not without pride across Paradise Park, she resembled a huge macaw or other bird of tropical plumage.
“Troth, it’s the divvil’s own ghinny I am now, and no misthake,” she had told herself more than once when a new engagement found her in balia array. “Phat they’d be sayin’ at home to the loikes iv me I don’ knaw, and may I niver hear. Musha, mother darlint, did y’ iver drame they’d make a daygoe iv yer colleen Biddy? Niver moind, it’s an honest pinny I’m layin’ up agin the rainy day whin there’s not a cint comin’ to the bank.”
But the rainy days had been too many, [Pg 190]and the fruits of those golden times were always eaten up. Since the loss of the Great Imperial Company’s ship the tide of prejudice had submerged Signor Tomato. People would not go to him even to exchange a ten-lire note for American coin. Public sentiment vented19 itself also against the Jack20 Tar5, that steadfast21 emblem22 of the bank’s steamship connection which had stood at the door day and night for half a decade. The hand of juvenile23 Mulberry had ever been against the old sailor, but now he was an infuriating mark, an object of fiercest hatred24 to the relatives and friends of the passengers who lost their tin pans and mattresses. Passing by, they would draw their knives and slash25 at his neck, or thrust the point at his heart. Every night brought fresh attacks upon his weather-beaten person with axes and clubs until the banker found his silent partner’s occiput lying in the gutter27 one morning. This was the last fragment of the head that he had been losing for weeks. Signor Tomato took the incident [Pg 191]as an omen28 of blackest import. An hour later he said to Bridget:
“Guess ees-a come de end-a now. Doan’ know what ees-a goin’ do everybodee. All-a black, so black. What-a good I am? Tell-a me dat. Tink I’m better goin’ put myself off de Bridge. I’m do it, you bet, if I’m not-a love you and lil Pat and Mike and Biddy.”
“That’ll do ye, now,” said Bridget, putting her arm around the little man, who pulled at a black pipe. “That’ll do ye, Dominick Tomah-toe. Off the Bridge is ut? Not while yer own wife’s here to kape hould iv yer coat-tails. Phat’s that sayin’ ye have about the clouds with the silver insides? Sure, I know it in Eetalyun when I hear it, but I can’t say it in English. Phat is it, annyhow?”
He shook his head gravely. “To-day I not-a tink of proverbi. My poor wife, you not-a know how moocha granda troub’ have your Domenico.”
“Arrah, do I not? Mebbe it’s mesilf that knows betther than ye. But don’t be [Pg 192]talkin’ iv the Bridge, Dominick dear, whin ye have so many iv thim that love ye. Look at us now, will ye? Here’s mesilf, and”—she went to the door and called—“Pat, Mike, Biddy! Here to your fatther this minute, and show him the frinds he has.”
Three tousled black heads and bright faces came trooping into the bank. Signor and Signora Tomato caught them up and covered them with caresses29.
“What’s the matter, mah?” asked Mike, the oldest, looking up into his mother’s tearful eyes.
“Nothin’ at all, Mickey darlint; nothin’ but the warrum weather. Sure yer fatther’s always downhareted wid the hate, and it’s mesilf that do be shweatin’ around the eyes. Away wid yez now; back to yer play, me jewels, but kape forninst the shop.”
“And why not?”
“’Cause Paddy’s got the roller-skate.”
Bridget swallowed the lump in her throat, [Pg 193]and could not help thinking of the affluent31 past when the babies “was comin’,” and there was a whole pair of roller-skates in the family.
“Never moind, laddie,” she said, “be a good bye, and ye’ll have the handle iv the feather duster to play cat with.”
Mike danced for glee, for here was a joy hitherto tasted only in dreams. Ever since its detachment from the worn-out feathers the handle of the duster had been used as a rod of correction, often raised in warning but rarely brought down upon a naughty Tomato.
“Me want somethin’,” said little Biddy, an eloquent32 plea in her big black-walnut eyes, while Mike made off with the precious stick.
“Iv coorse ye do, me ruby33, and somethin’ foine ye’ll have, be the Lord Alexander! Here, take ye this, and go beyandt to Signory Foli and buy the best bit iv wathermelyun she has on the boord. Moind ye get it ripe, and tell the signory if she gives ye [Pg 194]annything else I’ll be down there and pull the false wig34 off her. Away wid ye now, and come back with the rind.”
She had reached in the window and taken from a very small collection of coins one cent. Her husband witnessed the act of rash extravagance without even a look of reproach, which argued that the crisis in the bank’s affairs had driven him to an unwonted mood. Presently Biddy bounded into the room bearing a thin watermelon rind on which scarcely a trace of the red remained. Bridget took it, and while her offspring stood as though used to the treatment, rubbed it over her face with loving care, thus affirming the Neapolitan tenet that the watermelon is thrice blessed among fruits, for with it one eats, drinks, and washes the face. The maternal35 apron36 applied37 as a towel, Biddy broke away and made for Paradise Park, where she was soon romping38 with other tangle-haired youngsters around the band stand.
After a brief silence, during which Pat had shot by the door on the roller skate, [Pg 195]Signor Tomato remarked, jerking his thumb toward the headless Jack Tar:
“To-day I am feel lik-a him—no head, no northeen. For God sague, me, I’m go crezzy.”
“Bad luck to the hoodoo, annyhow,” said Bridget, shaking her red fist at the mutilated relic39 of a once noble though wooden manhood. “It’s the Jonah iv a sailor y’are iver since we bought ye from the Dootchman, sorra the day. Phat am I at all at all, that I didn’t take the axe26 t’ye long ago? Be the powers, it’s not too late yit, and I’ll do it this minute. Betther the day betther the deed, for there’s not a shtick in the house agin the fire for the dinner soup.”
In rough-and-tumble wrestling fashion she seized the sailor, laid him low, and dragged him over the curb40 to the roadway. Then she bustled42 into the bank, and quickly reappeared armed with a rusty43 axe of long handle. And while Signor Tomato looked on, his face a picture of rising doubt and fluttering hope, and passing women set down [Pg 196]loaded baskets from their heads to gaze in voluble wonder, Bridget brought the Jack Tar’s long-suffering career to an ignoble44 end.
“Mike, Pat, Biddy!” she cried, resting on the axe when the task was finished. “Come you here and carry in the wood.”
She had left no part of the structure intact save the platform and wheels. These she kept for Pat to play with. “It’ll do him for a wagon45,” she reflected; “then Mike can have the shkate all to himsilf.”
The banker’s spirit was utterly46 broken, else he would never have permitted without verbal protest at least this outrage47 upon his old silent partner.
“Ees-a one old friend no more,” he mused48 sadly, looking at his wife and shaking his head. “I’m don’ know eef-a you do right.” Then in his native patter he quoted the Neapolitan saw: “Who breaks pays, but the fragments are his.”
“Glory be!” shouted Bridget. “Sure ye’re betther already. It’s the furst provairb I’m afther havin’ from yer this day. Arrah, [Pg 197]don’t bother about that owld divvil iv a wooden man. No friend iv the family was he, Dominick dear, and it’s mesilf that knows it. Not a sup iv good luck had we from him in the five year he stood forninst the dure. Wisht now, lave us look for betther toimes now that his bones bes blazin’ under the black pot.”
Scarcely had she finished speaking when the postman stepped up and put a letter in Signor Tomato’s hand—a message that heralded49 an instant change of fortunes. The banker’s eyes bulged50 and he grew more and more excited as he read. “Phat is it, annyhow?” asked Bridget, but he was too absorbed to answer. Not till he had come to the end did he tell her the contents. The letter bore the postmark of Jamaica, Long Island, and was dated two days after Bertino’s flight and a week before the day set for the wedding of Juno and Signor Di Bello:
Eminent51 Signor Tomato: You remember what I told you touching52 the bust41 [Pg 198]of the Presidentessa. Well, it is still in Dogana [customhouse]. I send another letter in this, the letter of my friend the sculptor53. Oh, I am so sorry! On his letter I have written that they shall give it to you. This will make them give it to you if you want it. I can not pay the tax, and my friend must not wait so long for nothing, because I think it will be a long time before I shall take it, and I have so much trouble, such grand disturbances54. He is as fine a sculptor as any in Italy, my word of honour. Now, you take the bust from Dogana and you make money with it, to become his agent in America, like I intended. You do right by my friend and you will not lose. He will make more busts55 and you can sell them. He is Armando Corrini, of Cardinali, province of Genoa. If you do not reclaim56 the bust from Dogana, write it to him, because I will not write again to you, and neither you nor any one else will know where I am.
Bertino Manconi.
[Pg 199]
“Bravissimo!” cried Signor Tomato, the grand possibilities of the writer’s suggestion unfolding before his mind. “My dear wife, I’m blief you right for chop-a de Jack-a Tar. You know de proverbio: When ees-a cast out de devil ees-a come down de angelo.”
“And where’s the angel, I dunno?” asked Bridget.
“Ah, you no see northeen. Ees here, in de lettera. Angel ees-a Bertino Manconi. He send-a good news.”
“Ho-ho! The laddybuck that putt the knife in his uncle. Sure it’s the furst toime iver I knew angels carried stilettos.”
“Wha’ differenza dat mague?” Fired with a new purpose, the banker was himself again, and spoke57 with spirit. “Maybe he goin’ know wha’ he’s about. For me dat ees-a northeen. Ees-a de statua—de Presidentessa I’m tink about. You know wha’ dat ees? Guess-a not. Well, I’m tell-a you. Ees-a var fine, I’m know. Dees-a Bertino he ees-a been show me de lettera from de [Pg 200]Dogana. It say he moost-a pay one hoon-dred and forty dollar. Ah, moost-a be sometheen stupendo. Tink I’m goin’ mague moocha mun by dees-a statua, and de next-a one he mague ees de King of Tammany Hall. How moocha you tink I’m sell-a him? Ah! fine, fine! De Presidentessa, maybe I’m sell-a her to de Presidente. Who know? Guess-a Signor Tomato he ees-a rich-a mahn, he sell-a so many statua to de grandi signori of America.”
The more his eager fancy played about the bust the bigger grew the fortune to which it seemed the stepping stone. From its siren lips there flowed a far-off subtile song, which bade him do and dare, go forth58 and possess, and by that token end his long night of poverty in a glorious dawn of riches. And with gaining allure59 came the oft-sung refrain: “The devil cast out, an angel descends60; the devil cast out, an angel descends.” Surely it was a fulfilment of that fine proverb, so wise with the wisdom of Naples’s centuries. No eye could see, no ear catch, a plainer [Pg 201]truth. The Jack Tar, devil of bad luck, not only cast out, but, grace to the strong arm and inspired axe of Bridget, dead for evermore. And the bust was the descending61 angel. Yes; he would obey the voice of Heaven’s courier and take the Presidentessa from the customhouse, though it asked every soldo in the window. La Presidentessa! The First Lady of the Land? Dio magnifico! And to him, Domenico Tomato, had fallen the matchless honour of presenting this great work of art to the American people! Not an hour must be lost. To the Dogana at once and release the angel of wealth.
Bridget had the best of reasons for lacking faith in her husband’s business projects, so she set her face and tongue stoutly62 against this proposed adventure into the field of fine art. To her bread-and-butter view it meant a leap into starvation. She knew he could not meet the customs demand of a hundred and forty dollars save by paying out every piece of money that was on exhibition in the [Pg 202]window—by parting with the bank’s entire capital. In stirring figures she pictured the distress63 and ruin that he was going to court. But to no purpose. From the outset it was clear that her Hibernian substance would not prevail against his Italian shadow. Even while she begged him for the sake of the “childer” to desist, he went about gathering64 up the money. He untied65 the sham packages, and from the top of each picked off the one real bank note and threw the sheaf of blank slips under the little counter. Then into a chamois bag he swept the large heaps of coppers66, the small heap of silver, and the very few gold coins that were in the collection. “Who nothing dares, nothing does,” he quoted grandly, as he pocketed the money, and made for the door.
“The howly Patrick forgive ye,” said Bridget, following him to the street. “Ivry cint betune yer family and the wolf! Worra, worra, Dominick Tomah-toe, ye’ll rue67 this day whin they’re singin’ at yer wake.”
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“Oh, ees-a better you goin’ shut up,” returned the banker, in a tone meant to be gentle and reassuring68. “Ees-a whad for you mague so moocha troub? I’m tell-a you ees-a better you goin’ shut up. Why? ’Cause you not understand de beautiful art-a. Good-a by, my dear wife. When I’m com-a back I’m show you sometheen var fine.”
He went to a rival banker and turned all his Italian money into American. Then he borrowed a push-cart and worked his way at great peril69 among the trucks and cable cars to the seat of customs. It took all day to unwind the red tape that bound the bust, and the clerks counted it a capital joke to watch the half-frantic little Italian tearing from one window to another in search of the proper authority. Darkness had fallen when, with the big case on his cart, he pushed into Mulberry and stopped before the broken bank. At the door sat Bridget with her knitting, and Pat, Mike, and Biddy were romping on the sidewalk.
“Ees-a var heavy de Presidentessa,” he [Pg 204]said, tapping the box. Bridget sprang up and lent him the aid of her sinewy70 arms. Full of wonder, the children followed them with their burden into the bank. With a finger on his lip, Signor Tomato turned the key in the lock and covered the window so that outsiders might not look in.
“Ees-a grand secret-a,” he whispered; “moost-a see nobodee.”
By the dim light of an oil lamp he set to work with cold chisel71 and hammer ripping off the lid of the case. When he had lifted out the precious one, removed the wrapping paper from her face, and set her up on the counter, he stepped back to feast his eyes.
In the first moment of the awful disillusion72, it seemed to Bridget that her little man had lost his reason. He had seen portraits of the President’s wife, and after looking steadily73 a moment the desolate74 truth darted75 upon his consciousness that the bust was not of her. It possessed76 not a single point of likeness77. To the turn-up nose of [Pg 205]Juno the sculptor had granted no touch of poetry, and it stood forth in all the cruel realism of coldest marble. While the terrified children clung to their mother’s skirts, Signor Tomato thrashed about the shop, beating his temples with loosely closed fists and crying, “Woe78 is me, woe is me!” He would not be comforted, nor could Bridget quiet him to the degree of telling her the cause of his mad goings-on until she caught him by the arm and commanded that he be a man and tell her his trouble. God had gone back on him, he said, and the world had reached its end. To-morrow there would be no Domenico Tomato.
“Look-a, look-a!” he cried, pointing to the bust tragically79. “Dat-a face! O, for God sague! Dat ees-a not de Presidentessa!”
“What! It’s not the Furst Lady iv the Land?”
“No, no; ees-a de last lady, I’m tink. Ees-a lost evrytheen. Misericordia! What I’m do now?”
[Pg 206]
Bridget thought bitterly of the proverb about the angel descending when the devil is out, but she had no heart just then to twit her husband by a sarcastic80 recital81 of it, although the tempter put the words on her tongue. But she could not hold back an angry thrust at Bertino, who rose now in black relief as the author of their present and greatest trouble. At sound of his betrayer’s name the banker became calm. He stood silent a moment, and then, with upraised fists tightly clinched82, swore that Bertino’s blood should answer. Then he took up again his wild lamentation83, railing against heaven and earth. He went over the whole catalogue of his disasters, and closed with the news to Bridget that for three months not a nickel of shop rent had been paid. He had staked his all on the Presidentessa, and now that she had proved false they had no place to lay their heads.
Bridget treated herself to a flood of tears, and the children kept her company. All at once Signor Tomato stopped wailing84, [Pg 207]and startled her by saying resolutely85 that they must all leave Mulberry—right away, that very night. His dear wife need give herself no care as to their destination. Enough that her loving husband, with an eye on the trickster Fate, had always kept a refuge in the country—a place of shelter for his family whereof he had never spoken. It was not far. They could load their household stuff on the push-cart still at the door, and be off under cover of the night. In the sweet country perhaps their fortune would change. After all, it was good to fly from Mulberry, out to the free meadows, amid trees and flowers, where birds sang, and one could see the big gold moon hanging over the fields for hours and hours. Some picture of his fatherland had flashed in his vision, and Bridget, catching86 the buoyancy of it, offered a “Glory be!” for the chain of events that was to lift her out of “Ghinnytown.”
“Arrah,” said she meditatively87, “maybe it was an angel, afther all.”
[Pg 208]
“Ah, yes; who knows?” he said in Neapolitan, and she knew a proverb was coming: “Chance is the anchor of hope and the tree of abundance.”
Their poverty brought its blessing88 in the fact that they were able to crowd all their worldly holdings—not forgetting the bust and Mike and Pat and Biddy—into a single load of the push-cart. The puzzle of bestowing89 the children so that they might be comfortable enough to sleep during the long journey at hand was a teasing one. But the Tomatoes were equal to it, though it called out all the genius for multum in parvo of which experience had made them masters. What bedding they owned was spread on the bottom of the cart, and the furniture so stacked as to form a low arch, beneath which the youngsters crept with shouts of glee. A bed not made up on the floor had played no part in their happy lives, and this sally abroad in the darkness and open air seemed a much better thing than huddling90 in the cote back of the nankeen [Pg 209]sail, where Bridget kept her doves at night. While the parents moved back and forth, carrying the remaining odds91 and ends and finding a place for them on the cart, anxious treble voices issued from the load:
“Mah, did yer put in the skate?”
“Don’t fergit der duster handle.”
“Where’s der Jack Tar wagon?”
“Say, Biddy’s gone ter sleep.”
At last Domenico locked the door, and with Bridget by his side at the shafts92, began the exodus93 from Mulberry, first stopping to shake his fist at the scene of his downfall and observe:
“I’m no dead-a yet, you bet-a!”
“Dead is it?” said Bridget, as she put her strength to the crossbar. “Sure it’s yersilf’ll live manny a day to wink94 at the undertaker.”
It was smooth going over the asphalt of Bayard and Mulberry Streets, and silently the strange caravan95 trundled along. San Patrizio tolled96 a late hour for that quarter of early-rising toilers—eleven o’clock—and [Pg 210]the sidewalks, which had swarmed97 with buzzing life earlier in the night, now gave back the echo of but a few heavy footfalls. From Paradise Park the wooing children of Italy had departed to their homes, leaving the benches to all-night lodgers98 of other climes. Passing the Caffè Good Appetite, the Tomatoes were startled by a mighty99 chorus of “bravoes” and “vivas,” followed by the clink of wineglasses. It was Signor Di Bello and his boon100 comrades. The merchant had just announced his betrothal101 and coming marriage to Juno.
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