eben holden-第48章
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'Well；'said he； 'there was one Tom Douglass at Edinburgh who was my friend and dassmate。 We were together a good bit of the time； and when we had come to the end of our course we both went to engage in journalism at Glasgow。 We had a mighty conceit of ourselves … you know how it is； Brower； with a green lad … but we were a mind to be modest； with all our learning； so we made an agreement： I would blaw his horn and he would blaw mine。 We were not to lack appreciation。 He was on one paper and I on another； and every time he wrote an article I went up and down the office praising him for a man o'mighty skill； and he did the same for me。 If anyone spoke of him in my hearing I said every word of flattery at my command。 〃What Tom Douglass？〃 I would say； 〃the man o'the Herald that's written those wonderful articles from the law court？ A genius； sir！ an absolute genius！〃 Well； we were rapidly gaining reputation。 One of those days I found myself in love with as comely a lass as ever a man courted。 Her mother had a proper curiosity as to my character。 I referred them to Tom Douglass of the Herald … he was the only man there who had known me well。 The girl and her mother both went to him。
〃Your friend was just here；〃 said the young lady； when I called again。 〃He is a very handsome man。〃
'〃And a noble man！〃 I said。
〃And didn t I hear you say that he was a very skilful man； too？〃
'〃A genius！〃 I answered； 〃an absolute genius！〃
McClingan stopped and laughed heartily as he took a sip of water。
'What happened then？'said Miss I…lull。
'She took him on my recommendation；'he answered。 'She said that； while he had the handsomer face； I had the more eloquent tongue。 And they both won for him。 And； upon me honour as a gentleman； it was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me； for she became a brawler and a scold。 My mother says there is 〃no the like o'her in Scotland〃。
I shall never forget how fondly Margaret Hull patted the brown cheek of Trumbull with her delicate white band； as we rose。
'We all have our love stawries；'said McClingan。
'Mine is better than yours；'she answered； 'but it shall never be told。
'Except one little part if it；'said Trumbull； as he put his hands upon her shoulders； and looked down into her face。 'It is the only thing that has made my life worth living。
Then she made us to know many odd things about her work for the children of misfortune … inviting us to come and see it for ourselves。 We were to go the next evening。
I finished my work at nine that night and then we walked through noisome streets and alleys … New York was then far from being so clean a city as now … to the big mission house。 As we came in at the door we saw a group of women kneeling before the altar at the far end of the room； and heard the voice of Margaret Hull praying' a voice so sweet and tender that we bowed our heads at once； and listened while it quickened the life in us。 She plead for the poor creatures about her； to whom Christ gave always the most abundant pity； seeing they were more sinned against than sinning。 There was not a word of cant in her petition。 It was full of a simple； unconscious eloquence； a higher feeling than I dare try to define。 And when it was over she had won'their love and confidence so that they clung to her hands and kissed them and wet them with their tears。 She came and spoke to us presently； in the same sweet manner that had charmed us the night before' there was no change in it We offered to walk home with her； but she said Trumbull was coming at twelve。
'So that is 〃The Little Mother〃 of whom I have heard so often；'said McClingan； as we came away。
'What do you think of her？'I enquired。
'Wonderful woman！'he said。 'I never heard such a voice。 It gives me visions。 Every other is as the crackling of thorns under a pot
I came back to the office and went into Mr Greeley's room to bid him goodbye。 He stood by the gas jet； in a fine new suit of clothes； reading a paper； while a boy was blacking one of his boots。 I sat down； awaiting a more favourable moment。 A very young man had come into the room and stood timidly holding his hat。
'I wish to see Mr Greeley；'he said。
'There he is；'I answered； 'go and speak to him。
'Mr Greeley；'said he； 'I have called to see if you can'take me on the Tribune。
The Printer continued reading as if he were the only man in the room。
The young man looked at him and then at me … with an expression that moved me to a fellow feeling。 He was a country boy； more green and timid even than I had been。
'He did not hear you … try again；'I said。
'Mr Greeley；'said he； louder than before； 'I have called to see if you can'take me on the Tribune。
The editor's eyes glanced off at the boy and returned to their reading。
'No； boy； I can't；'he drawled； shifting his eyes to another article。 And the boy； who was called to the service of the paper in time； but not until after his pen had made him famous； went away with a look of bitter disappointment。
In his attire Mr Greeley wore always the best material； that soon took on a friendless and dejected look。 The famous white overcoat had been bought for five dollars of a man who had come by chance to the office of the New Yorker； years before； and who considered its purchase a great favour。 That was a time when the price of a coat was a thing of no little importance to the Printer。 Tonight there was about him a great glow； such as comes of fine tailoring and new linen。
He was so preoccupied with his paper that I went out into the big room and sat down； awaiting a better time。
'The Printer's going to Washington to talk with the president；'said an editor。
Just then Mr Greeley went running hurriedly up the spiral stair on his way to the typeroom。 Three or four compositors had gone up ahead of him。 He had risen out of sight when we heard a tremendous uproar above stairs。 I ran up； two steps at a time； while the high voice of Mr Greeley came pouring down upon me like a flood。 It had a wild； fleering tone。 He stood near the landing； swinging his arms and swearing like a boy just learning how。 In the middle of the once immaculate shirt bosom was a big； yellow splash。 Something had fallen on him and spattered as it struck We stood well out of range； looking at it； undeniably the stain of nicotine。 In a voice that was no encouragement to confession he dared 'the drooling idiot'to declare himself。 In a moment he opened his waistcoat and surveyed the damage。
'Look at that！'he went on； complainingly。 'Ugh！ The reeking； filthy； slobbering idiot！ I d rather be slain with the jaw bone of an ass。
'You ll have to get another shirt；'said the pressman； who stood near。 'You can't go to Washington with such a breast pin。
'I'd breast pin him if I knew who he was；'said the editor。'
A number of us followed him downstairs and a young man went up the Bowery for a new shirt。 When it came the Printer took off the soiled gannent； flinging it into a corner； and I helped him to put himself in proper fettle again。 This finished； he ran away； hurriedly； with his carpet…bag； and I missed the opportunity I wanted for a brief talk with him。
Chapter 39
My regiment left New York by night in a flare of torch and rocket。 The streets were lined with crowds now hardened to the sound of fife and drum and the pomp of military preparation。 I had a very high and mighty feeling in me that wore away in the discomfort of travel。 For hours after the train started we sang and told stories； and ate peanuts and pulled and hauled at each other in a cloud of tobacco smoke。 The train was sidetracked here and there； and dragged along at a slow pace。
Young men with no appreciation； as it seemed to me； of the sad business we were off upon； went roistering up and down the aisles； drinking out of bottles and chasing around the train as it halted。 These revellers grew quiet as the night wore on。 The boys began to dose their eyes and lie back for rest。 Some lay in the aisle。 their heads upon their knapsacks。 The air grew chilly and soon I could hear them snoring all about me and the chatter of frogs in the near marshes。 I closed my eyes and vainly courted sleep。 A great sadness had lain hold of me。 I had already given up
