eben holden-第41章
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low roof； on one side7 there were dump carts and old coaches in varying stages of infirmity。 There was an old iron shop； that stood flush with the sidewalk； flanking the stableyard。 A lantern and a mammoth key were suspended above the door and hanging upon the side of the shop was a wooden stair ascending to the chalet The latter had a sheathing of weather…worn clapboards。 It stood on the rear end of the brick building； communicating with the front rooms above the shop。 A little stair of five steps ascended from the landing to its red door that overlooked an ample yard of roofing； adorned with potted plants。 The main room of the chalet where we ate our meals and sat and talked； of an evening； had the look of a ship's cabin。 There were stationary seats along the wall covered with leathern cushions。 There were port and starboard lanterns and a big one of polished brass that overhung the table。 A ship's clock that had a noisy and cheerful tick； was set in the wall。 A narrow passage led to the room in front and the latter had slanting sides。 A big window of little panes； in its further end； let in the light of William Street Here I found a home for myself'humble but quaint and cleanly。 A thrifty German who； having long followed the sea； had married and thrown out his anchor for good and all； now dwelt in the chalet with his wife and two boarders … both newspaper men。 The old shopkeeper in front； once a sailor himself； had put the place in shipshape and leased itto them。
Mine host bore the name of Opper and was widely known as 'All Right'Opper； from his habit of cheery approval。 Everything and everybody were 'all right'to him so far as I could observe。 If he were blessed or damned he said 'all right 。 To be sure he took exceptions； on occasions； but even then the affair ended with his inevitable verdict of 'all right 。 Every suggestion I made as to terms of payment and arrangement of furniture was promptly stamped with this seal of approval。
I was comfortably settled and hard at work on my article by noon。 At four I went to meet Uncle Eb。 Hope was still sick in bed and we came away in a frame of mind that could hardly have been more miserable。 I tried to induce him to stay a night with me in my new quarters。
'I mus n t；'he said cheerfully。''Fore long I m comin'down ag in but I can't fool 'round no longer now。 I ll jes'go n git my new clothes and put fer the steamboat。 Want ye t'go n see Hope tomorrow。 She's comm up with Mis Fuller next week。 I m goin't find out what's the matter uv her then。 Somethin's wrong somewhere。 Dunno what 'tis。 She's all upsot。
Poor girl！ it had been almost as heavy a trial to her as to me' cutting me off as she had done。 Remembrances of my tender devotion to her； in all the years between then and childhood； must have made her sore with pity。 I had already determined what I should do； and after Uncle Eb had gone that evening I wrote her a long letter and asked her if I might not still have some hope of her loving me。 I begged her to let me know when I might come and talk with her alone。 With what eloquence I could bring to bear I told her how my love had grown and laid hold of my life。
I finished my article that night and； in the morning； took it to Mr Greeley。 He was at his desk writing and at the same time giving orders in a querulous tone to some workman who sat beside him。 He did not look up as he spoke。 He wrote rapidly； his nose down so close to the straggling； wet lines that I felt a fear of its touching them。 I stood by； waiting my opportunity。 A full…bearded man in his shirt…sleeves came hurriedly out of another room。
'Mr Greeley；'he said； halting at the elbow of the great editor。
'Yes； what is it？'the editor demanded nervously； his hand wobbling over the white page； as rapidly as before； his eyes upon his work。
'Another man garrotted this morning on South Street。
'Better write a paragraph；'he said； his voice snapping with impatience as he brushed the full page aside and began sowing his thoughts on another。 'Warn our readers。 Tell 'em to wear brass collars with spikes in 'em till we get a new mayor。
The man went away laughing。
Mr Greeley threw down his pen； gathered his copy and handed itto the workman who sat beside him。
'Proof ready at five！'he shouted as the man was going out of the room。
'Hello！ Brower；'he said bending to his work again。 'Thought you d blown out the gas somewhere。
'Waiting until you reject this article；'I said。
He sent a boy for Mr Ottarson； the city editor。 Meanwhile he had begun to drive his pen across the broadsheets with tremendous energy。
Somehow it reminded me of a man ploughing black furrows behind a fast walking team in a snow flurry。 His mind was 'straddle the furrow'when Mr Ottarson came in。 There was a moment of silence in which the latter stood scanning a page of the Herald he had brought with him。
'Ottarson！'said Mr Greeley； never slacking the pace of his busy hand； as he held my manuscript in the other； 'read this。 Tell me what you think of it。 If good； give him a show。
'The staff is full； Mr Greeley；'said the man of the city desk。 His words cut me with disappointment。
The editor of the Tribune halted his hand an instant； read the last lines； scratching a word and underscoring another。
'Don't care！'he shrilled； as he went on writing。 'Used to slide downhill with his father。 If he's got brains we ll pay him eight dollars a…week。
The city editor beckoned to me and I followed him into another room。
'If you will leave your address；'he said； 'I will let you hear from me when we have read the article。
With the hasty confidence of youth I began to discount my future that very day'ordering a full dress suit； of the best tailor； hat and shoes to match and a complement of neck wear that would have done credit to Beau Brummel。 It gave me a start when I saw the bill would empty my pocket of more than half its cash。 But I had a stiff pace to fullow； and every reason to look my best。
Chapter 32
I took a walk in the long twilight of that evening。 As it began to grow dark I passed the Fuller house and looked up at its windows。 Standing under a tree on the opposite side of the avenue I saw a man come out of the door and walk away hurriedly with long strides。 I met him at the next corner。
'Good…evening！'he said。
I recognised then the voice and figure ofJohn Trumbull。 'Been to Fuller s；'said he。
'How is Hope？'I asked。
'Better；'said he。 'Walk with me？
'With pleasure；'said I； and then he quickened his pace。
We walked awhile in silence； going so fast！ had hardly time to speak； and the darkness deepened into night。 We hurried along through streets and alleys that were but dimly lighted； coming out at length on a wide avenue passing through open fields in the upper part of the city。 Lights in cabin windows glowed on the hills around us。 I made some remark about them but he did not hear me。 He slackened pace in a moment and began whispering to himself' I could not hear what he said。 I thought of bidding him good…night and returning but where were we and how could I find my way？ We heard a horse coming presently at a gallop。 At the first loud whack of the hoofs he turned suddenly and laying hold of my arm began to run。 I followed him into the darkness of the open field。 It gave me a spell of rare excitement for I thought at once of highwaymen … having read so much of them in the Tribune。 He stopped suddenly and stooped low his hands touching the grass and neither spoke until the horse had gone well beyond us。 Then he rose； stealthily； and looked about him in silence； even turning his face to the dark sky where only a few stars were visible。
Well！'said he with a sort of grunt。 'Beats the devil！ I thought it was A wonderful thing was happening in the sky。 A great double moon seemed to be flying over the city hooded in purple haze。 A little spray of silver light broke out of it； as we looked； and shot backward and then floated after the two shining disks that were falling eastward in a long curve。 They seemed to be so near I thought they were coming down upon the city。 It occurred to me they must have some connection with the odd experience I had gone through。 In a moment they had passed out of
