A KNIGHT OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by Edward Payson Roe (red seas under red skies .TXT) π
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While He Drank They Only Sipped.
As The Evening Waned the Excitement Of The Infatuated youth Deepened.
The Heat Of The Room And The Fumes Of Tobacco Combined with The Liquor
To Unman Him And Intensify The Natural Recklessness Of His Character.
There Is, Probably, No Abnormal Passion That So Completely Masters Its
Victims As That For Gambling; And As Haldane Won, Lost, And Won Again,
He Became So Absorbed as To Be Unconscious Of The Flight Of Time And All
Things Else. But As He Lost Self-Control, As He Half-Unconsciously Put
His Glass To His Lips With Increasing Frequency, His Companions Grew
Cooler And More Wary. Their Eyes No Longer Beamed good-Naturedly Upon
Their Victim, But Began To Emit The Eager, Cruel Gleams Of Some Bird Of
Prey.
But They Still Managed the Affair With Consummate Skill. Their Aim Was
To Excite Haldane To The Last Degree Of Recklessness, And Yet Keep Him
Sufficiently Sober For Further Playing. From Harker They Had Learned
That Mr. Arnot Had Probably Sent Him In the Place Of The Clerk Usually
Employed; And, If So, It Was Quite Certain That He Had A Large Sum Of
Money Upon His Person. Haldane'S Words On Becoming aware That He Had
Missed his Train Confirmed their Surmises, And It Was Now Their Object
To Beguile Him Into A Condition Which Would Make Him Capable Of Risking
His Employer'S Funds. They Also Wished that He Should Remain
Sufficiently Sober To Be Responsible For This Act, And To Remember, As
He Recalled the Circumstances, That It Was His Own Act. Therefore They
Kept The Brandy Beyond His Reach; That Was Not Yet Needed.
By The Time The Evening Was Half Over, Haldane Found That, Although He
Had Apparently Won Considerable Money, He Had Lost More, And That Not A
Penny Of His Own Funds Remained. With An Angry Oath He Stated the Fact
To His Companions.
"That'S Unfortunate," Said Mr. Ketchem, Sympathetically. "There Are
Nearly Two Hours Yet Before The Train Leaves, And With Your Disposition
Toward Good Luck Tonight You Could Clean Us Out By That Time, And Would
Have To Lend Us Enough To Pay Our Fares To New York."
"It'S A Pity To Give Up Our Sport Now That We Have Just Got Warmed up To
It," Added mr. Van Wink, Suggestively. "Haven'T You Some Funds About You
That You Can Borrow For The Evening--Just Enough To Keep The Game Going,
You Know?"
Haldane Hesitated. He Was Not So Far Gone But That Conscience Entered an
Emphatic Protest. The Trouble Was, However, That He Had Never Formed the
Habit Of Obeying Conscience, Even When Perfectly Sober. Another
Influence Of The Past Also Proved most Disastrous. His Mother'S Weakness
Now Made Him Weak. In permitting Him To Take Her Money Without Asking,
She Had Undermined the Instinct Of Integrity Which In this Giddy Moment
Of Temptation Might Have Saved him. If He From Childhood Had Been Taught
That The Property Of Others Was Sacred, The Very Gravity Of The Crime To
Which He Now Was Urged would Have Sobered and Awakened him To His
Danger. But His Sense Of Wrong In this Had Been Blunted, And There Was
No Very Strong Repugnance Toward The Suggestion.
Moreover, His Brain Was Confused and Excited to The Last Degree Possible
In One Who Still Continued sane And Responsible. Indeed, It Would Be
Difficult To Say How Far He Was Responsible At This Supreme Moment Of
Danger. He Certainly Had Drank So Much As To Be Unable To Realize The
Consequences Of His Action.
After A Moment'S Hesitation, Like One Who Feebly Tries To Brace Himself
In A Swift Torrent, The Gambler'S Passion Surged up Against And Over His
Feeble Will--Then Swept Him Down.
Chapter VIII (Their Victim)
Haldane Drew An Envelope From His Breast-Pocket, And Laid It On The
Table, Saying With A Reckless Laugh:
"Well, Well, As You Say, There Is No Great Harm In borrowing a Little Of
This Money, And Returning It Again Before The Evening Is Over. The Only
Question Is How To Open This Package, For If Torn It May Require
Explanations That I Do Not Care To Make."
"We Can Easily Manage That," Laughed ketchem; "Put The Package In your
Pocket A Few Moments," And He Rang The Bell.
To The Boy Who Appeared he Said, "Bring Us Three Hot Whiskey
Punches--Hot, Remember; Steaming Hot."
He Soon Reappeared with The Punch, And The Door Was Locked again.
"Hold Your Package Over The Steam Of Your Punch, And The Gum Will
Dissolve So That You Can Open And Close It In a Way That Will Defy
Detection."
The Suggestion Was Speedily Carried out.
"Now," Continued mr. Ketchem, "The Punch Having already Served so
Excellent A Turn, We Will Finish It By Drinking To Your Good Luck."
Haldane Won The First Two Games. This Success, Together With The Liquor,
Which Was Strong, Almost Wholly Dethroned his Reason, And In his Mad,
Drunken Excitement He Began To Stake Large Sums. The Eyes Of His
Companions Grew More Wolfish Than Ever, And, After A Significant Flash
Toward Each Other, The Gamblers Turned fortune Against Their Victim
Finally. The Brandy Was Now Placed within His Reach, And Under Its
Influence Haldane Threw Down Money At Random. The First Package Was Soon
Emptied. He Snatched the Other From His Pocket And Tore It Open, But
Before Its Contents Had Likewise Disappeared his Head Drooped upon His
Breast, And He Became Insensible.
They Watched him A Moment, Smiled grimly At Each Other, Drew A Long
Breath Of Relief, And, Rising, Stretched themselves Like Men Who Had
Been Under A Strain That Had Taxed them Severely.
"Half An Hour Yet," Said Mr. Van Wink; "Wish The Time Was Up."
"This Is A Heavy Swag If We Get Off Safely With It. I Say, Haldane, Wake
Up."
But Haldane Was Sunk In the Deepest Stupor.
"I Guess It'S Safe Enough," Said Van Wink, Answering Ketchem'S
Questioning Eyes.
The Latter Thereupon Completely Emptied the Remaining Package Of Money,
And Replaced the Two Empty Envelopes In haldane'S Breast-Pocket, And
Buttoned up His Coat.
With Mutual Glances Of Exultation At The Largeness Of The Sum, They
Swiftly Divided the Spoil Between Them. It Was Agreed that After Leaving
The Hotel They Should Separate, That One Should Go To Boston, The Other
To Baltimore, And That They Should Return To Their Old Haunts In new
York After The Interest Caused by The Affair Had Died out. Then,
Lighting Cigars, They Coolly Sat Down To Wait For The Train, Having
First Opened a Window And Placed haldane Where The Fresh Air Would Blow
Upon Him.
When The Time Of Departure Approached, Mr. Van Wink Went To The Bar And
Paid Both Their Own And Haldane'S Bill, Saying That They Would Now
Vacate The Room. On His Return Ketchem Had So Far Aroused haldane That
He Was Able To Leave The House With Their Assistance, And Yet So
Intoxicated as To Be Incapable Of Thinking and Acting For Himself. They
Took Him Down A Side Street, Now Utterly Deserted, And Left Him On The
Steps Of A Low Groggery, From Whence Still Issued the Voices Of Some
Late Revellers. Five Minutes Later The "Owl Train" Bore From The Town
Messrs. Van Wink And Ketchem, Who Might Be Called with A Certain Aptness
Birds Of The Night And Of Prey.
Haldane Remained upon The Saloon Steps, Where He Had Been Left, Blinking
Stupidly At A Distant Street Lamp. He Had A Vague Impression That
Something Was Wrong--That A Misfortune Of Some Kind Had Befallen Him,
But All Was Confused and Blurred. He Would Have Soon Gone To Sleep Again
Had Not The Door Opened, And A Man Emerged, Who Exclaimed:
"Faix, An Who Have We Here, Noddin' To Himself As If He Knew More'N
Other Folk? Are Ye Waitin' For Some Un To Ax Ye Within For A Comfortin'
Dhrop?"
"Take Me 'Ome," Mumbled haldane.
"Where'S Yer Home?"
"Mrs. Haldane'S," Answered the Youth, Thinking Himself In his Native
Town.
"By Me Sowl, If It Isn'T Boss Arnot'S New Clerk. Sure'S Me Name Is Pat
M'Cabe 'Tis Misther Haldane. I Say, Are Ye Sick?"
"Take Me 'Ome."
"Faix, I See," Winking at Two Or Three Of His Cronies Who Had Gathered
At The Open Door; "It'S A Disase I'M Taken Wid Meself At Odd Spells,
Though I Takes Moighty Good Care To Kape Out O' The Way Of Ould Man
Arnot When I'M So Afflicted. He Has A Quare Way O' Thinkin' That Ivery
Man About Him Can Go As Rigaler As If Made In a Mash-Shine Shop, Bad
Luck Till 'Im."
Perhaps All In mr. Arnot'S Employ Would Have Echoed this Sentiment,
Could The Ill Luck Have Blighted him Without Reaching Them. In working
His Employes As He Did His Machinery, Mr. Arnot Forgot That The Latter
Was Often Oiled, But That He Entirely Neglected to Lubricate The Wills
Of The Former With Occasional Expressions Of Kindness And Interest In
Their Welfare. Thus It Came To Pass That Even Down To Poor Pat M'Cabe,
Man Of All Work Around The Office Building, All Felt That Their Employer
Was A Hard, Driving Taskmaster, Who Ever Looked beyond Them And Their
Interests To What They Accomplished for Him. The Spirit Of The Master
Infused itself Among The Men, And The Tendency Of Each One To Look Out
For Himself Without Regard To Others Was Increased. If Pat Had Served a
Kinder And More Considerate Man, He Might Have Been Inclined to Show
Greater Consideration For The Intoxicated youth; But Pat'S Favorite
Phrase, "Divil Take The Hindmost," Was But A Fair Expression Of The
Spirit Which Animated his Master, And The Majority In his Employ. When,
Therefore, Haldane, In his Thick, Imperfect Utterance, Again Said, "Take
Me 'Ome," Pat Concluded that It Would Be The Best And Safest Course For
Himself. Helping The Young Man To His Feet He Said:
"Can Ye Walk? Mighty Onstiddy On Yer Pins; But I'M Athinkin' I Can Get
Ye To The Big House Afore Mornin'. Should I Kape Ye Out O' The Way Till
Ye Get Sober, And Ould Man Arnot Find It Out, I'D Be In the Street
Meself Widout A Job 'Fore He Ate His Dinner. Stiddy Now; Lean Aginst Me,
And Don'T Wabble Yer Legs So."
With Like Exhortations The Elder And More Wary Disciple Of Bacchus
Disappeared with His Charge In the Gloom Of The Night.
It Chanced that The Light Burned late, On This Evening, In mrs. Arnot'S
Parlor. The Lady'S Indisposition Had Confined her To Her Room And Couch
During The Greater Part Of The Day; But As The Sun Declined, The
Distress In her Head Had Gradually Ceased, And She Had Found Her Airy
Drawing-Room A Welcome Change From The Apartment Heavy With The Odor Of
Anaesthetics. Two Students From The University Had Aided in beguiling
The Early Part Of The Evening, And Then Laura Had Commenced reading
Aloud An Interesting Tale, Which Had Suspended the Consciousness Of
Time. But As The Marble Clock On The Mantel Chimed out The Hour Of
Twelve, Mrs. Arnot Rose Hastily From The Sofa, Exclaiming:
"What Am I Thinking Of, To Keep You Up So Late! If Your Mother Knew That
You Were Out Of Your Bed she Would Hesitate To Trust You With Me Again."
"One More Chapter, Dear Auntie, Please?"
"Yes, Dear, Several More--To-Morrow; But To Bed now, _Instanter_.
Come, Kiss Your Remorseful Aunt Good-Night. I'Ll Remain Here A While
Longer, For Either Your Foolish Story Or The After Effects Of My
Wretched headache Make Me A Trifle Morbid And Wakeful To-Night. Oh, How
That Bell Startles Me! What Can It Mean So Late?"
The Loud Ring at The Door Remained unanswered a Few Moments, For The
Servants Had All Retired. But The Applicant Without Did Not Wait Long
Before Repeating The Summons Still More Emphatically.
Then They Heard The Library Door Open, And Mr. Arnot'S Heavy Step In the
Hall, As He Went Himself To Learn The Nature Of The Untimely Call. His
Wife'S Nervous Timidity Vanished at Once, And She Stepped forward To
Join Her Husband, While Laura Stood Looking Out From The Parlor Entrance
With A Pale And Frightened face. "Can It Be Bad News From Home?" She
Thought.
"Who Is There?" Demanded
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