A KNIGHT OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by Edward Payson Roe (red seas under red skies .TXT) π
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Before Him, But, Supposing The Man Had Been Drinking, He Said
Impatiently:
"Please State Your Business Briefly, As My Time Is Valuable."
"If Yer Time Is Worth Mor'N News, I'Ll Go To Another Shop," Said Pat
Stiffly, Making a Feint Of Departure.
"That'S A Good Fellow, Go Along," Chimed in the Editor, Bending Down To
His Writing again.
Such Disastrous Acquiescence Puzzled pat For A Moment, And He Growled,
"No Wonder Yer Prints A Paper That'S Loike A Lump O' Lead, When 'Stead
O' Lookin' For News Yer Turns It Away From Yer Doors."
"Now, Look Here, My Man," Said The Editor Rising, "If You Have Anything
To Say, Say It. If You Have Been Drinking, You Will Not Be Permitted to
Make A Row In this Office."
"It'S Not Me, But Another Man That'S Been Dhrinkin'."
"Well," Snarled the Editor, "If The Other Man Had The Drink, You Have
The 'Drunk,' And If You Don'T Take Yourself Off, I'Ll Call Some Men From
The Press-Room Who May Put You Downstairs Uncomfortably Fast."
"Hould On A Bit," Remonstrated pat, "Before Yer Ruffle Yer Feathers
Clane Over Yer Head And Blinds Yer Eyes. Wud A Man Loike Boss Arnot Send
Me, If I Was Dhrunk, Wid A Letther At This Toime O' Night? And Wud He
Send A Letther To The Superintindent O' The Perlice At This Toime O' The
Night To Ax Him The Toime O' Day! Afore Yer Calls Yer Spalpeens Out O'
The Press-Room Squint At That."
The Moment The Editor Caught Sight Of The Business Stamp On Mr. Arnot'S
Letter And The Formal Handwriting, His Manner Changed, And He Said
Suavely:
"I Beg Your Pardon--We Have Misunderstood One Another--Take A Chair."
"There'S Been No Misunderstandin' On My Part," Retorted pat, With An
Injured air; "I'Ve Got As Dainty A Bit O' Scandal Jist Under Me Tongue
As Iver Ye Spiced yer Paper Wid, And Yees Thrates Me As If I Was The
Inimy O' Yer Sowl."
"Well, You See," Said The Editor Apologetically, "Your Not Being In our
Regular Employ, Mr.--I Beg Your Pardon--And Your Coming In this Unusual
Way And Hour--"
"But, Begorry, Somethin' Unusual'S Happened."
"So I Understand; It Was Very Good Of You To Come To Us First; Just Give
Me The Points, And I Will Jot Them Down."
"But What Are Yees Goin' To Give Me For The Pints?"
"That Depends Upon What They Are Worth. News Cannot Be Paid For Till We
Learn Its Value."
"Och! Here I'M Rinnin' A Grate Risk In tellin' Ye At All, And Whin I'Ve
Spilt It All Out, And Can'T Pick It Up Agin, Ye May Show Me The Door,
And Tell Me To Go 'Long Wid Me Rubbish."
"If You Find What You Have To Report In the Paper, You May Know It Is
Worth Something. So If You Will Look At The Paper To-Morrow You Can See
Whether It Will Be Worth Your While To Call Again," Said The Editor,
Becoming Impatient At Pat'S Hesitancy To Open His Budget.
"But I'M In sore Need of A Dollar Or Two To-Night. Dade, It'S As Much As
My Loife'S Worth To Go Home Widout 'Em."
"See Here, My Good Friend," Said The Editor, Rising again And Speaking
Very Energetically, "My Time Is Very Valuable, And You Have Taken
Considerable Of It. Whatever May Be The Nature Of Your News, It Will Not
Be Worth Anything To Me If You Do Not Tell It At Once."
"Well, You See The Biggest Part O' The News Is Goin' To Happen
To-Morrow."
"Well, Well, What Has Happened to-Night?"
"Will Ye Promise Not To Mention Me Name?"
"How Can I Mention It When I Don'T Know It?"
"That'S Thrue, That'S Thrue. Now Me Mind'S Aisy On That Pint, For Ye
Must Know That Boss Arnot'S In'Ards Are Made O' Cast-Iron, And He'D Have
No Marcy On A Feller. You'Ll Surely Give Me A Dollar, At Laste."
"Yes, If Your Story Is Worth Printing, And I Give You Just Three Minutes
In Which To Tell It."
Thus Pinned down, Pat Related all He Knew And Surmised concerning
Haldane'S Woful Predicament, Saying In conclusion:
"Ye Must Know That This Haldane Is Not A Poor Spalpeen Uv A Clerk, But A
Gintleman'S Son. They Sez That His Folks Is As Stylish And Rich As The
Arnots Themselves. If Ye'Ll Have A Reporther Up At The Office In the
Mornin', Ye'Ll Git The Balance O' The Tale."
Having Received his Dollar, Pat Went Chuckling On His Way To Deliver His
Employer'S Letter To The Superintendent Of The City Police.
"Faix! I Was As Wise As A Sarpent In not Tellin' Me Name, For Ye Niver
Can Thrust These Iditors. It'S No Green Irishman That Can Make A Dollar
After Twelve O' The Night."
A Sleepy Reporter Was Aroused and Despatched after Pat, In order To
Learn, If Possible, The Contents Of Mr. Arnot'S Note.
In The Meantime Heavily Leaded lines--Vague And Mysterious--Concerning
"Crime In high Life," Were Set Up, Accompanied on The Editorial Page By
A Paragraph To The Following Effect:
"With Our Usual Enterprise And Keen Scent For News, We Discovered at A
Late Hour Last Night That An Intelligent Irishman In the Employ Of Mr.
Arnot Had Been Intrusted by That Gentleman With A Letter Written After
The Hour Of Midnight To The Superintendent Of The Police. The Guilty
Party Appears To Be A Mr. Haldane--A Young Man Of Aristocratic And
Wealthy Connections--Who Is At Present In mr. Arnot'S Employ, And A
Member Of His Family. We Think We Are Aware Of The Nature Of His Grave
Offence, But In justice To All Concerned we Refer Our Readers To Our
Next Issue, Wherein They Will Find Full Particulars Of The Painful
Affair, Since We Have Obtained peculiar Facilities For Learning Them. No
Arrests Have Yet Been Made."
"That Will Pique All The Gossips In town, And Nearly Double Our Next
Issue," Complacently Muttered the Local Editor, As He Carried the Scrawl
At The Last Moment Into The Composing-Room.
In The Meantime The Hero Of Our Story--If Such A Term By Any Latitude Of
Meaning Can Be Applied to One Whose Folly Had Brought Him Into Such A
Prosaic And Miserable Plight--Still Lay In a Heavy Stupor On The Lounge
Where Pat Had Thrown His Form, That Had Been As Limp And Helpless As If
It Had Become A Mere Body Without A Soul. But The Consequences Of His
Action Did Not Cease With His Paralysis, Any More Than Do The Influences
Of Evil Deeds Perish With A Dying Man.
Chapter X (Returning Consciousness)Mr. Arnot Did Not Leave His Library That Night. His Wife Came To The
Door And Found It Locked. To Her Appeal He Replied coldly, But
Decisively, That He Was Engaged.
She Sighed deeply, Feeling That The Sojourn Of Young Haldane Under Her
Roof Was Destined to End In a Manner Most Painful To Herself And To Her
Friend, His Mother. She Feared that The Latter Would Blame Her Somewhat
For His Miserable Fiasco, And She Fully Believed that If Her Husband
Permitted the Young Man To Suffer Open Disgrace, She Would Never Be
Forgiven By The Proud And Aristocratic Lady.
And Yet She Felt That It Was Almost Useless To Speak To Her Husband In
His Present Mood, Or To Hope That He Could Be Induced to Show Much
Consideration For So Grave An Offense.
Of The Worst Feature In haldane'S Conduct, However, She Had No
Knowledge. Mr. Arnot Rarely Spoke To His Wife Concerning His Business,
And She Had Merely Learned, The Previous Evening, That Haldane Had Been
Sent To New York Upon Some Errand. Acting Upon The Supposition That Her
Husband Had Remembered and Complied with Her Request, She Graciously
Thanked him For Giving The Young Man A Little Change And Diverting
Novelty Of Scene.
Mr. Arnot, Who Happened to Verge Somewhat Toward A Complacent Mood Upon
This Occasion, Smiled grimly At His Wife'S Commendation, And Even Unbent
So Far As To Indulge In some Ponderous Attempts At Wit With Laura
Concerning Her "Magnificent Offer," And Asserted that If She Had Been
"Like His Wife, She Would Have Jumped at The Chance Of Getting Hold Of
Such A Crude, Unreformed specimen Of Humanity. Indeed," Concluded he, "I
Did Not Know But That Mrs. Arnot Was Bringing about The Match, So That
She Might Have A Little Of The Raw Material For Reformatory Purposes
Continually On Hand."
Mrs. Arnot Smiled, As She Ever Did, At Her Husband'S Attempted
Witticisms; But What He Regarded as Light, Delicate Shafts, Winged
Sportively And Carelessly, Had Rather The Character Of Any Heavy Object
That Came To Hand Thrown At Her With Heedless, Inconsiderate Force. It
Is Due Mr. Arnot To Say That He Gave So Little Thought And Attention To
The Wounds And Bruises He Caused, As To Be Unaware That Any Had Been
Made. He Had No Hair-Springs And Jewel-Tipped machinery In his Massive,
Angular Organization, And He Acted practically As If The Rest Of
Humanity Had Been Cast In the Same Mold With Himself.
But Haldane'S Act Touched him At His Most Vulnerable Point. Not Only Had
A Large Sum Of His Money Been Made Away With, But, What Was Far Worse,
There Had Been A Most Serious Irregularity In the Business Routine.
While, Therefore, He Resolved that Haldane Should Receive Full
Punishment, The Ulterior Thought Of Giving The Rest Of His Employes A
Warning and Intimidating Lesson Chiefly Occupied his Mind.
Aware Of His Wife'S "Unbusinesslike Weakness And Sentimental Notions,"
As He Characterized her Traits, He Determined not To See Her Until He
Had Carried out His Plan Of Securing Repayment Of The Money, And Of
Striking a Salutary Sentiment Of Fear Into The Hearts Of All Who Were
Engaged in carrying Out His Methodical Will.
Therefore, With The Key Of Haldane'S Room In his Pocket, He Kept Watch
And Guard During The Remainder Of The Night, Taking Only Such Rest As
Could Be Obtained on The Lounge In his Library.
At About Sunrise Two Men Appeared, And Rapped lightly On The Library
Window. Mr. Arnot Immediately Went Out To Them, And Placed one Within A
Summer-House In the Spacious Garden At The Rear Of The House, And The
Other In front, Where He Would Be Partially Concealed by Evergreens. By
This Arrangement The Windows Of Haldane'S Apartment And Every Entrance
Of The House Were Under The Surveillance Of Police Officers In citizen'S
Dress. Mr. Arnot'S Own Personal Pride, As Well As Some Regard For His
Wife'S Feelings, Led him To Arrange That The Arrest Should Not Be Made
At Their Residence, For He Wished that All The Events Occurring at The
House Should Be Excluded as Far As Possible From The Inevitable Talk
Which The Affair Would Occasion. At The Same Time He Proposed to Guard
Against The Possibility Of Haldane'S Escape, Should Fear Or Shame Prompt
His Flight.
Having Now Two Assistant Watchers, He Threw Himself On The Sofa, And
Took An Hour Or More Of Unbroken Sleep. On Awaking, He Went With Silent
Tread To The Door Of Haldane'S Room, And, Afer Listening a Moment, Was
Satisfied from The Heavy Breathing Within That Its Occupant Was Still
Under The Influence Of Stupor. He Now Returned the Key To The Door, And
Unlocked it So That Haldane Could Pass Out As Soon As He Was Able. Then,
After Taking a Little Refreshment In the Dining-Room, He Went Directly
To The Residence Of A Police Justice Of His Acquaintance, Who, On
Hearing The Facts As Far As Then Known Concerning Haldane, Made Out A
Warrant For His Arrest, And Promised that The Officer To Whom It Would
Be Given Should Be Sent Forthwith To Mr. Arnot'S Office--For Thither The
Young Man Would First Come, Or Be Brought, On Recovering From His Heavy
Sleep.
Believing That He Had Now Made All The Arrangements Necessary To Secure
Himself From Loss, And To Impress The Small Army In his Service That
Honesty Was The "Best Policy" In their Relations With Him, Mr. Arnot
Walked leisurely To One Of His Factories In the Suburbs, Partly To See
That All Was Right, And Partly To Remind His Agents There That They Were
In The Employ Of One Whose Untiring Vigilance Would Not Permit Any
Neglect Of Duty To Escape Undetected.
Having Noted
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