Part 9 (1/2)
”We have disturbed her!” said Jane Chester. ”How wide wake she is,”
and she went up to the couch.
”I could not help listening,” said the child, falling back on the pillow as Jane came up. ”Besides I want to say something. I can sew very nicely, and wash dishes, and sweep, and a great many other things--if you will only let me stay!”
”You shall stay--now go to sleep--you shall stay. Is it not so, John?”
said Mrs. Chester turning to her husband.
”Yes,” said Chester, ”the child shall stay with us; let her go to sleep.”
They all slept sweetly that night; Chester, his wife, little Isabel, and the orphan, and such dreams as they had--such soft, bright dreams.
Could you have seen them slumbering beneath the humble roof, smiling tranquilly on their pillows, you might have fancied that those little rooms were swarming with invisible angels--spirits from paradise that had come down to make a little heaven of the poor man's home. Indeed, I am not quite sure that the idea would have been all fancy--for Charity, that brightest spirit of heaven, was there, and what a glorious troop she always brings in her train. Talk of flinging your bread upon the waters, waiting for it to be cast up after many days--why the very joy of casting the bread you have earned with your own strength upon the bright waves of humanity, is reward enough for the true heart.
CHAPTER V.
THE MAYOR AND THE ALDERMAN.
A smooth and subtle man was he-- Of crafty heart and Christian mien; His wisdom--cheating sophistry, Flung o'er his sins a mocking sheen.
Chester had business with the Chief of Police, and about nine o'clock the next morning, after his adventure with the orphan, he pa.s.sed into the Park, through the south entrance, on his way to the Chief's office. At the same moment, his Honor the Mayor came through a gate near the corner of Chambers street, and walked with calm and stately deliberation toward the City Hall. Nothing could have been more precise or perfect than the outward man, which his honor exhibited to the gaze of his const.i.tuents. Neatly-fitting boots, square toed, and of the most elaborate manufacture, encased his feet. Not a speck defiled their high polish; the very dust and mud which introduces itself cosily into the habiliments of your common, warm hearted men, seemed to shrink away chilled and repulsed by the immaculate coldness that clung like an atmosphere around the Mayor of New York. The nap of his hat lay s.h.i.+ning and smooth as satin; so deeply and thoroughly was it brushed down into the stock, that it seemed as if a whirlwind would have failed to ripple the fur. His black coat, his satin vest and plaited linen presented a glossy and spotless surface to the winter sun. His black gloves--in New York we have a great many public funerals, and the city supplies mourning gloves to the Common Council--his black gloves were neatly b.u.t.toned, and above them lay his snow-white wristbands, folded carefully over the cuffs of his coat, and his right hand grasped a prudish-looking cane which seemed part and parcel of the man.
A sublime picture of official dignity was the Mayor as he crossed the Park that morning. An expression of bland courtesy lay upon his features; all the proprieties of life were elaborated in his slightest movement. Nothing, save heart and principle, was lacking that could ensure popularity; but this deficiency, if it does not render a man absolutely unpopular, chills all enthusiasm regarding him.
A man must possess fire in himself before he can kindle up the electricity that thrills the great popular heart. With all his propriety--with all his silky and subtle efforts, our Mayor was generally regarded with indifference. He was neither loved nor hated sufficiently for the populace to know or care much about him. Oily Gammon himself could not have presented a more perfect surface to the people. Still this man could hate like an Indian and sting like a viper. You would not have doubted that, had you seen him when he first encountered Chester in the Park. There was a glitter in his eye which you could not have, mistaken. During the moment when he saw Chester turning an angle of the City Hall, this flash came and went, leaving his face unmoved as before, only that he almost smiled as the policeman drew near.
”And how is your little charge this morning?” inquired his honor, pausing in the walk where it curves to the back entrance of the City Hall. ”Better, I hope?”
”Oh, yes, sir, much better,” answered Chester with generous warmth.
”I thank your honor for inquiring.”
”I suppose you are going to the Alms House Commissioner,” rejoined the Mayor, glancing toward the old building which ran along Chambers street, where many of the public offices were held; ”she will be well cared for at Bellevue.”
Chester blushed as if he were confessing some fraud, and answered with embarra.s.sment that the little girl would remain with him, at least for the present.
The Mayor looked perfectly satisfied with the answer, bowed and walked forward. On his way up the steps and along the lobby, he occasionally saluted some lawyer that plunged by him with a load of calf-bound volumes pressed ostentatiously under his arm, and paused once or twice to exchange words with a street inspector or petty official, who formed the small wires of his political machinery.
The Mayor spent half an hour in his private office, closeted with his chief clerk, who had been busy over night preparing a speech which his honor was to deliver before some distinguished city guest the next day. In these matters the chief magistrate proved rather hard to please, as he was fond of high-sounding words and poetical ideas, but found them very difficult to commit to memory.
In this case the clerk had done wonders, and taking a copy for study, his honor disposed himself in the great easy-chair of his private room, with the ma.n.u.script before him, as if profoundly occupied with some intricate law opinion, and commenced the arduous task of committing the ideas of a better cultivated mind to his own sterile brain. While he was thus occupied, a man entered with a good-humored, bl.u.s.tering air, and threw himself into a seat by the fire, carelessly shaking the Mayor's hand as he pa.s.sed, as if quite certain of a good reception at all times.
”Busy making out a new veto case, I dare say?” observed the visitor, glancing at the sheet of ma.n.u.script which his honor held.
The Mayor folded up his unlearned speech, and turning quietly in his seat, dropped into a desultory conversation with this man about city matters, talking in a circle, and gradually drawing toward the subject which he had at heart, till it seemed to drop in quite by accident.
”Speaking of policemen,” said the Mayor, ”there is a man in our ward, Alderman, whom I have heard of very often, lately, a tall, gentlemanly sort of a fellow--Chester, I think that is his name. Do you happen to know anything about him?”