Part 28 (1/2)
Certain cities, like certain persons, are witches; they have power to cast a spell. New York is one of them.
Edgar and Virginia Poe had known hard times in New York--the bitterness of hard times in a city large enough for each man to mind his own business and leave his neighbors to mind theirs. Yet as the boat slowed down and neared the wharf, and--past the s.h.i.+pping--they descried the houses and spires of town looming, ghostlike, through the enveloping mist of the soft, grey April day, it was with a thrill that these two standing hand in hand--like children--upon the deck, clasped each other's fingers with closer pressure and whispered,
”New York once more!”
It was their first little journey in the world just together, just they two, and much as they loved the dear mother--their kind earthly Providence, as they laughingly called her--there was something very sweet about it. It was almost like a wedding journey. The star of hope which never deserted them for long, no matter what their disappointments and griefs might be, shone bright above their horizon--their beautiful faces reflected its light. By it the lines of care and bitterness seemed suddenly to have been smoothed out of Edgar's face, and under its influence Virginia's merry laugh rippled out upon the moist air, causing the eyes of her fellow-travellers to turn admiringly her way many times.
Her husband hovered tenderly near her, drawing her shawl with solicitous hand closer about her shoulders and standing upon the windward side of her to protect her from the damp and keen breeze. He noted with delight the fresh color of her cheeks--the life and color in her eyes.
”Do you know, Sweetheart,” he said, ”You have not coughed once since we left Philadelphia! The change is doing you good already.”
Both were blythe as birds. As the boat tied up at the wharf a gentle shower set in, but it did not effect their spirits. He left her on board with some ladies whose acquaintance she had made during the journey, while he fared forth in the rain in quest of a boarding-house. As he stepped ash.o.r.e he met a man selling second-hand umbrellas. He bought quite a substantial one for sixty-two cents and went on his way rejoicing in the lucky meeting and the good bargain.
In Greenwich Street he found what he sought--a genteel-looking house with ”Boarders wanted,” upon a card in the window. Another good bargain was made, and hailing a pa.s.sing ”hack” he hastened back to the boat for Virginia and her trunk and soon they were rattling over the cobblestones.
”Why this is quite a mansion,” exclaimed the little wife, as she peered out at the house before which the carriage stopped--for while the gentility of the establishment was of the proverbial ”shabby” variety, the brown-stone porch and pillars gave it an air of unmistakable dignity.
Not long after their arrival the supper-bell rang, and they found themselves responding with alacrity. When they took the seats a.s.signed them and their hungry eyes took in the feast spread before them, they squeezed each other's hands under the table--these romantic young lovers and dreamers. They had been happy in spite of frugality. Many a time while hunger gnawed they had kissed each other and vowed they wanted nothing (high Heaven pardoning the gallant lie!) Yet now, the traveller's appet.i.te making their palates keen--the travellers weariness in their limbs--they were seized upon by an unblus.h.i.+ng joy at finding themselves seated at an ample board with a kindly landlady at the head pouring tea--strong and hot--whose aroma was as the breath of roses in their nostrels, while her portly and beaming spouse, at the foot, with bl.u.s.tering hospitality pressed the bounty of the table upon them. A bounteous table indeed, this decidedly cheap and somewhat shabby boarding-house spread, and to their eager appet.i.tes everything seemed delicious.
There were wheat bread and rye bread, b.u.t.ter and cheese, cold country ham and cold spring veal--generous slices of both, piled up like little mountains--and tea-cakes in like abundance.
They feasted daintily--exquisitely, as they did everything, but they feasted heartily for the first time in months.
After supper they went to their room--a s.p.a.cious and comfortably, though plainly, furnished one, with a bright fire burning in a jolly little stove. Their spirits knew no bounds.
”What would Catalina say to this solid comfort, Sis?” queried Eddie. ”I think she would faint for joy.”
For answer Virginia smiled upon him through a mist of tears.
”Why Virginia--my Heart--” he cried in amazement. ”What is it?”
”Only that it is too beautiful!” she managed to say. ”And to think that Muddie and Catalina are not here to share it with us!”
”Just as soon as I can sc.r.a.pe together enough money to pay for Muddie's board and travelling expenses we will have them with us,” he a.s.sured her.
She dried her eyes and perched upon his knee while he went through his pockets and bringing out all the money he had, counted it into her palm.
”Four dollars and a half,” he said. ”Not much, but we are fortunate to have that. And with such fine living as we get here so cheap it will go quite a long way. Let me see--the price of board and lodging is only three and a half a week for both of us. Seven dollars would pay our way for a fortnight--and in a fortnight's time there's no telling what may turn up! Some editor might buy 'The Raven,' or money due me for work already sold might come in. If I could only contrive to raise this sum to seven dollars we could rest easy for at least a fortnight.”
”I'll tell you how,” said Virginia. ”You have acquaintances here--hunt up some of them and borrow three dollars. Then you would have enough to pay two weeks board ahead and fifty cents over for pocket money.”
”Wise little head!” exclaimed he, tapping her brow, ”The very idea!”
And forthwith all care as to ways and means was thrown from both their minds, and they gave themselves up to an evening of enjoyment of the comforts of their brown-stone mansion.
While Virginia was resting her husband went out for a little shopping to be done with part of the fifty cents they had allowed themselves for spending money. First he exchanged a few cents for a tin pan to be filled with water and placed on top of the stove, for the comfort of Virginia who had been oppressed by the dry heat. Then a few cents more went for two b.u.t.tons his coat lacked, a skein of thread to sew them on with, and a skein of silk with which Virginia would mend a rent in his trousers made by too close contact with a nail on deck of the steamboat.
Next day was a bright, beautiful, spring Sunday. The sky and budding trees had the newly-washed aspect often seen after a season of rain. The sound of church-bells was on the air; the streets were filled with people in their best clothes, and the new boarders in Greenwich Street, fortified with a breakfast of ham and eggs and coffee, jubilantly joined that stream of humanity which flowed toward the point above which Trinity Church spire pierced the clear sky.