Dawn began to show the shapes of things an hour after the Tomato outfit1 had left the environs of Jamaica and struck into a gravel-strewn byway that followed the Long Island Railroad. All night the banker and his faithful helpmeet had pushed the cart through a country sparsely2 settled in places, but always with a good road under the wheels. Now they had reached the last stage of their journey, and the little passengers, who had fallen asleep on the ferryboat crossing the East River, began to open their eyes. Mike was first to crawl out from under the furniture, and Pat and Biddy appeared soon afterward3. They were allowed to get down and stretch their legs, which [Pg 212]they did by frisking ahead of the cart and dancing for pure joy at finding themselves in a new and beautiful world. Never before had they seen a piece of Nature larger than the lawn of Paradise. In the delight and wonder of beholding4 the gloried east they almost forgot to be hungry, but did not, and presently set up a cry for breakfast. Bridget told them they would have to wait until the villa5 was reached, which would be in a little while, her husband said. Their route now lay directly over the pipe line of the Brooklyn aqueduct, the manhole caps of which projected from the ground at intervals6 of a hundred yards. To the north and east stretched a level countryside, covered in spots with oaks of scrubby growth. From the low thicket7 a quail8 now and then blew his shrill9 whistle, to the deep bewilderment of the gamins of Mulberry. They would scamper10 after the mystery and thrash the bushes for it, only to hear the piercing note elsewhere, when the bird had flown away.
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At last Signor Tomato, who had been peering anxiously into the distance, pointed11 ahead and exclaimed:
“Be praised de Madonna! Ees-a dere! ees-a dere! Now ees-a all right evrytheen.”
“Phat’s there?”
“De villa Tomato. Ees-a var fine. You not see?”
“Upon me sowl I see nothin’ but two big black things that do look like whales.”
Domenico put on a grin and said:
“Ah, my dear wife, moosta tell you de trut honesta. I’m been mague lill fun. Deesa villa she no ees-a joosta der same lika de housa. Ees-a not mague of wood; but you wait-a, some time I’m show you how ees-a nice and cool-a de iron when ees-a cover wit leaves. Pietro Sardoni he been liv-a here, and he lik-a var mooch, I’m blief.”
“Phat d’yer mane at all at all? Is it not a house ye’re takin’ us to, thin? What is it, annyway? Howly wafer! Pipes!”
They had drawn12 near enough for her to distinguish two black iron pipes of the [Pg 214]largest size used for underground conduits. Though they seemed much smaller from that distance, each was twelve feet long with an interior diameter of five feet. They lay side by side, as they had been left by the builders of the aqueduct.
“Moosha, moosha,” she went on, but not relaxing her effort at the shafts13, “it’s far down in the worruld y’are now, Bridget O’Kelly, and yer father’s own third cousin coachman to the Lord Mayor iv Dublin!”
“My dear wife, moosta forgive your husband; ees-a got northeen better. De proverbio he say: One who is contented14 has enough.”
The strip of green that crowned the margin15 of the railroad cut was spangled with bright yellow, and, his eye lighting16 on it, Signor Tomato said, by way of a comforting crumb17 to Bridget:
“Look! Guess-a we goin’ mague plenta mon here pickin’ dandelion salad.”
One of the youngsters had heard the talk about the pipes, and, telling the others, [Pg 215]all three ran ahead to investigate. After a peep into one of the huge tubes they came trooping back in a state of fright.
“Somebody in our pipe, pah!” said Mike.
“A big man; guess he’s dead,” from Pat.
It had never struck Domenico’s fancy that the water pipes whereon he had counted for a final refuge might become a château in Spain because of some rival claimant to their shelter.
“Gran Dio! More trouble!” he whined18, and bundled through the grass to see for himself, while Bridget trudged19 on with the cart, the children close at her heels. Stooping, he peered into one of the pipes, rose again quickly, threw up his arms, brandished20 his open hands, bent21 again, and put his head into the mouth of the iron cavern22. Then he sprang up and shrieked23:
“It is he! By the blood of St. Januarius, his blood shall pay!”
From the deep pocket of his threadbare coat he drew a heavy-bladed clasp knife, jerked it open, and the next instant would [Pg 216]have tried its steel on the awakened24 figure in the pipe but for Bridget, who caught both his arms from behind and pinioned25 them in able style.
“Is it bloody26 murther yer’d be addin’ to all the rest, Dominick Tomah-toe,” said she, tightening27 her grip, while the little man struggled and profaned28 the canonized host. “Phat the divil’s the manin’ iv it, annyhow?”
“Let-a go! You hear? Let-a go, I’m tell-a you! Look in de pipa and you see ees-a what for. Guess-a you goin’ want kill too.”
At this point a well-thatched head stuck out of the pipe, and the drowsy30 eyes of a man on his knees looked up wonderingly at the group of Tomatoes. It was the face of Bertino Manconi.
“Ah-ha! Now you see what for I’m go kill. Let-a go, I’m tell-a you!”
“Aisy now, me darlint. No, no; I’ll not lave you go yit awhile; not till that ghinny fire in ye has burnt out a bit. Will [Pg 217]ye give me the knife? Here, lave go iv it—there y’are. Now ye can use yer fists in Donnybrook shtyle, and not a worrud from Bridget O’Kelly.”
She had captured the knife. Bertino was on his feet. Tomato moved toward him with claws outspread.
“See what you have done,” he snarled31 in the Naples patter. “Famous joke, neh? To rob a poor man of his last cent, that you might have a bust32 of your amorosa—some good-for-naught33 of a woman! A-h-h! A famous joke! But you shall pay. Oh, woman, give me that knife.”
“You are a fool,” broke out Bertino, and the banker jumped at him, but did not strike. “A fool, I say. You talk much and say nothing. What is it about the bust? Tell me. Can’t you see I am hungry to know? What has become of it? Is it a fine likeness35 of the Presidentessa?”
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“Yes. Beautiful, neh?”
The banker waved the back of his hand beneath his chin in token that he was not to be fooled. “You are a great innocent. Yes; but you can’t play off on me. You know it is not the First Lady of the Land.”
“Not the Presidentessa?”
“No, you thief!”
“For the love of the bright Saints, who is it?”
“Bah! You know.”
“I swear I do not. It was a picture of the Presidentessa that I sent to the sculptor37. Maria! Has Armando made the wrong woman? Where is it?”
“Here.”
In a jiffy the furniture atop of it was removed and the boxed marble set on the ground. When the paper had been torn off and the face of Juno stood revealed in the morning’s first flush Bertino was on hands and knees before it.
“Holy Madonna of Grace!” he shrieked, [Pg 219]and got up covering his eyes and turning away. “It is too much, too much!”
“Who is it?” asked Bridget and Domenico in concert.
“My wife!”
“Arrah, now I know the mug iv it!” cried Bridget in triumph. “Sure that pug nose has been dancin’ in me brain like a nightmare since iver I seen it in the bank. She’s noane other than the singer I seen in the Caffè of the Bella Siciliana the day ye was writin’ at the table. Do ye moind?”
“Yes,” Bertino answered; “it was on that day she promised to be my wife, and that day I wrote the letter to Armando and put in a picture of the First Lady.”
“Be the same token, ye did nothin’ iv the koind, for it’s mesilf that remimbers seein’ her take out that pictoor when ye ran to the dure at her biddin’, and putt another wan29 in its place. Then it was she putt in her [Pg 220]own ugly mug and ruined the hull40 iv us. Sure anny blind man can see it now wid half an eye. Worra, worra, why didn’t I know what it mint at the toime!”
“I will kill her,” Bertino said in a low voice, and Signor Tomato dropped wearily on the ground. It was the moment for a soul-thrilling proverb, but the apt one would not come, and he eased his feelings with the poor makeshift, “He who goes slow goes safe” (Chi va piano va sano).
No impolite questions were put to Bertino concerning the affair that had necessitated41 his sudden exit from Mulberry, nor did Bertino give any hint of his belief, inspired by Juno’s ruse42, that Signor Di Bello had been laid low. Had not the ethics43 of Mulberry rendered the knife-play and the names of all concerned a forbidden subject, they could have told him that his uncle was up and about and cracking walnuts44 in his usual form. But the vendetta45 is sacred, and Bridget, itching46 as she was to discuss the murderous attempt, was too much Italianized[Pg 221] to venture upon that hallowed ground. Aided by their knowledge of Signor Di Bello’s admiration47 for Juno, however, the Tomatoes were easily able to understand why Bertino had risen to the assertion of a husband’s rights under the law of the stiletto.
When Bertino told them he had slept in the pipe every night since his hasty departure from the city, the banker, with an expansive grace that atoned48 handsomely for the insult of attempting to slay49 him, begged him to remain a guest at Villa Tomato. They were not quite settled in their summer home, to be sure, but in a few minutes they would be prepared to serve breakfast. The formality ended here, for one and all they fell to the task of putting their house in order. First the clamour of Mike, Pat, and Biddy was silenced by issuing to each a large chunk50 of coarse bread, with the command that they go at once and gather dry twigs51 for firewood. The urchins52 returned quickly with the stock of bread greatly diminished, [Pg 222]but the store of firewood not much increased. Meantime Signor Tomato and Bertino had set up the stove, and fitted a sheet-iron chimney to the end of the pipe that was to serve as kitchen and parlour. Bridget soon had a fire crackling, though it tried her back somewhat stooping as she moved from the parlour door to the kitchen. But she did not grumble53. Her heart warmed with womanly response to the blessing54 of a home, lowly as it was, and she stirred inside and out of the pipe with a jollity of temper that bespoke55 the halcyon56 days of the babies.
The Last Lady, as they now called the wicked bust, had swallowed all but a dollar or two of the bank’s capital, but for what remained to give them a new start Bridget was full of thanksgiving. She had rationed57 the outfit with a small supply of codfish, with which to make the indispensable Neapolitan baccalà; a generous measure of the cheap but enduring lupine beans, some bacon, red onions, and a half dozen loaves of secondhand[Pg 223] bread. So well had she managed the finances that a balance of forty-seven cents was left in the treasury58. Soon after the blue smoke began writhing59 from the chimney she had a pot of soup on the stove, and hungrily Domenico and Bertino busied themselves in the current of its gustful odour. They brought leafy boughs60 from the scrub oaks and fashioned them thickly atop and beside both wings of the iron villa to shield it from the sun’s fire. They made it look like a mound61 of the plain grown with tangled62 greenery and pierced by two grottoes straight and smooth as arrow shafts. Of the pipe not used as a kitchen they devised a dormitory, and placed therein the Last Lady, first swathing her tenderly in paper and putting her back in the casing of pine wood. For doors the nankeen sail was made to serve a new turn, but not without a throe of sorrow did the banker cut it in parts and fasten them to the ends of the pipes.
The first meal cooked in the villa scullery was a triumph for Bridget’s art. Never in [Pg 224]all her Mulberry days had she produced a better minestrone. Bertino was asked to a seat at the table, which consisted of a piece of oilcloth spread on the ground. While they sat like tailors in a circle spooning their thick soup from tin plates and munching63 the secondhand bread, a bobolink and his wife, drawn by the human habitation, dashed above them, weighing the question of becoming neighbours:
“...Now they rise and now they fly;
They cross and turn, and in and out, and down the middle and wheel about,
With a ’phew, shew, Wodolincon; listen to me, Bobolincon!”
At length they dropped in the high grass not many yards away, and began laying the foundation for their house, undaunted by the trio of natural nest burglars whose wondering eyes and ears had taken them in. But Mike, Pat, and Biddy never discovered the pale-blue egg that soon lay there; and in the days that followed, when the other Tomatoes and Bertino were afield gathering64 dandelion leaves, and Bridget sat [Pg 225]with her knitting at the kitchen door, the rollicking song of these trustful neighbours was often the only sound that enlivened the desolate65 moor66.
When Saturday morning came, and the push-cart was heaped high with the esculent herbs, Signor Tomato said to Bridget:
“Guess ees-a better I’m goin’ to de cit for sell-a de salata. See how moocha! Moosta have tree dollar for dat.”
“Sure,” said Bridget, and away he started with their first load of produce for market. Bertino helped him push as far as Jamaica; then he went to the post office to inquire for the letter that Juno had promised to write telling him the result of his uncle’s wound. There was no letter for him. He had made up his mind to get away from America somehow should the death of Signor Di Bello make him a murderer, but he thirsted for an accounting67 with Juno in the matter of the bust. His wife had deceived him, and the canons of vendetta left him only one course. At the same time [Pg 226]he saw that he was in Juno’s power, and for the present must do naught to fan her wrath68. She knew his hiding place, and could deliver him to the man-hunters of the Central Office. What a simpleton he had been to tell her! Had his heart not warned him all along that she did not love him? Well, he was blind no more. He would wait, and if his uncle died, Australia or any other land would do for a refuge, but he would not quit America until he had collected from Juno the debt she owed him and the poor sculptor whom her treachery would be sure to send to a madhouse.
As he trudged back to the pipes it occurred to him that there would be fine lyric69 justice in a measure of vitriol well thrown at the face that poor Armando’s marble so faithfully depicted70. But to this form of payment he quickly said no; smooth, lean steel, tried and true, was the best friend of the vendetta.
When Signor Tomato reached Mulberry the day was spent, and the market minstrels [Pg 227]had begun their songs. It was no easy work for him to find a place at the curbstone wherein he could squeeze and join the long line of Saturday-night venders who filled the air with their ditties. In the weary solitude71 of his journey from Jamaica he had had ample time to plagiarize72 an ancient market couplet, so that when he began to offer his wares73 he was able to do so in the manner of a veteran:
“Dandelion, tra-la-la, dandelion, tra-la-lee;
Buy him and eat him, and lusty you’ll be!”
The people marvelled74 at beholding the banker in his new rôle, but they bought of his stock, and the first venture of Villa Tomato in the world of commerce was a resplendent success.
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