the voice of the city-第16章
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it slid； in vain； over a rectangular brass plate and
polished oak with nothing even so large as a pin's
head upon which his fingers might close。
Abashed； reddened； heartbroken； he walked away
from the bootless door and sat upon a step。 A locust
club tickled him in the ribs。
〃Take a walk for yourself；〃 said the policeman。
You've been loafing around here long enough。〃
At the next corner a shrill whistle sounded in Sam's
ear。 He wheeled around and saw a black…browed vil…
lain scowling at him over peanuts heaped on a steam…
ing machine。 He started across the street。 An im…
mense engine； running without mules； with the voice of
a bull and the smell of a smoky lamp； whizzed past；
grazing his knee。 A cab…driver bumped him with a
hub and explained to him that kind words were in…
vented to be used on other occasions。 A motorman
clanged his bell wildly and； for once in his life； cor…
roborated a cab…driver。 A large lady in a changeable
silk waist dug an elbow into his back； and a newsy
pensively pelted him with banana rinds； murmuring；
〃I hates to do it but if anybody seen me let it
pass！〃
Cal Harkness； his day's work over and his express
wagon stabled； turned the sharp edge of the build…
ing that； by the cheek of architects； is modelled upon
a safety razor。 Out of the mass of hurrying people
his eye picked up； three yards away； the surviving
bloody and implacable foe of his kith and kin。
He stopped short and wavered for a moment； be…
ing unarmed and sharply surprised。 But the keen
mountaineer's eye of Sam Folwell had picked him out。
There was a sudden spring； a ripple in the stream
of passersby and the sound of Sam's voice crying：
〃Howdy； Cal！ I'm durned glad to see ye。〃
And in the angles of Broadway； Fifth Avenue and
Twenty…third Street the Cumberland feudists shook
hands。
ROSES； RUSES AND ROMANCE
Ravenel Ravenel； the traveller； artist and
poet； threw his magazine to the floor。 Sammy Brown；
broker's clerk； who sat by the window； jumped。
〃What is it； Ravvy？〃 he asked。 〃The critics
been hammering your stock down？〃
〃Romance is dead；〃 said Ravenel； lightly。 When
Ravenel spoke lightly be was generally serious。 He
picked up the magazine and fluttered its leaves。
〃Even a Philistine； like you； Sammy；〃 said Rave…
nel； seriously （a tone that insured him to be speak…
ing lightly）； 〃ought to understand。 Now； here is
a magazine that once printed Poe and Lowell and
Whitman and Bret Harte and Du Maurier and Lanier
and well； that gives you the idea。 The current
number has this literary feast to set before you： an
article on the stokers and coal bunkers of battleships；
an expose of the methods employed in making liver…
wurst； a continued story of a Standard Preferred
International Baking Powder deal in Wall Street； a
'poem' on the bear that the President missed； an…
other 'story' by a young woman who spent a week
as a spy making overalls on the East Side； another
'fiction' story that reeks of the 'garage' and a cer…
tain make of automobile。 Of course； the title contains
the words 'Cupid' and 'Chauffeur' an article on
naval strategy； illustrated with cuts of the Spanish
Armada； and the new Staten Island ferry…boats； an…
other story of a political boss who won the love of a
Fifth Avenue belle by blackening her eye and refusing
to vote for an iniquitous ordinance （it doesn't say
whether it was in the Street…Cleaning Department or
Congress）； and nineteen pages by the editors brag…
ging about the circulation。 The whole thing； Sammy；
is an obituary on Romance。〃
Sammy Brown sat comfortably in the leather arm…
chair by the open window。 His suit was a vehement
brown with visible checks； beautifully matched in
shade by the ends of four cigars that his vest pocket
poorly concealed。 Light tan were his shoes； gray his
socks； sky…blue his apparent linen； snowy and high
and adamantine his collar； against which a black but…
terfly had alighted and spread his wings。 Sammy's
face least important was round and pleasant
and pinkish； and in his eyes you saw no haven for
fleeing Romance。
That window of Ravenel's apartment opened upon
an old garden full of ancient trees and shrubbery。
The apartment…house towered above one side of it；
a high brick wall fended it from the street； oppo…
site Ravenel's window an old； old mansion stood； half…
hidden in the shade of the summer foliage。 The house
was a castle besieged。 The city howled and roared
and shrieked and beat upon its double doors； and
shook white； fluttering checks above the wall； offering
terms of surrender。 The gray dust settled upon the
trees； the siege was pressed hotter； but the draw…
bridge was not lowered。 No further will the language
of chivalry serve。 Inside lived an old gentleman who
loved his home and did not wish to sell it。 That is
all the romance of the besieged castle。
Three or four times every week came Sammy
Brown to Ravenel's apartment。 He belonged to the
poet's club； for the former Browns had been con…
spicuous； though Sammy bad been vulgarized by
Business。 He had no tears for departed Romance。
The song of the ticker was the one that reached
his heart； and when it came to matters equine and
batting scores he was something of a pink edition。
He loved to sit in the leather armchair by Ravenel's
window。 And Ravenel didn't mind particularly。
Sammy seemed to enjoy his talk； and then the broker's
clerk was such a perfect embodiment of modernity and
the day's sordid practicality that Ravenel rather
liked to use him as a scapegoat。
〃I'll tell you what's the matter with you；〃 said
Sammy； with the shrewdness that business had taught
him。 〃The magazine has turned down some of your
poetry stunts。 That's why you are sore at it。〃
〃That would be a good guess in Wall Street or in
a campaign for the presidency of a woman's club；〃
said Ravenel； quietly。 〃Now； there is a poem … if
you will allow me to call it that … of my own in this
number of the magazine。〃
〃Read it to me；〃 said Sammy； watching a cloud
of pipe…smoke be had just blown out the window。
Ravenel was no greater than Achilles。 No one is。
There is bound to be a spot。 The Somebody…or…Other
must take bold of us somewhere when she dips us in
the Something…or…Other that makes us invulnerable。
He read aloud this verse in the magazine：
THE FOUR ROSES
'One rose I twined within your hair
（White rose； that spake of worth）；
And one you placed upon your breast
（Red rose； love's seal of birth）。
You plucked another from its stem
（Tea rose； that means for aye）；
And one you gave that bore for me
The thorns of memory。〃
〃That's a crackerjack；〃 said Sammy； admiringly。
There are five more verses；〃 said Ravenel； pa…
tiently sardonic。 〃One naturally pauses at the end
of each。 Of course 〃
〃Oh； let's have the rest； old man；〃 shouted Sammy；
contritely； 〃 I didn't mean to cut you off。 I'm not
much of a poetry expert； you know。 I never saw a
poem that didn't look like it ought to have terminal
facilities at the end of every verse。 Reel off the rest
of it。〃
Ravenel sighed； and laid the magazine down。 〃All
right；〃 said Sammy； cheerfully； 〃we'll have it next
time。 I'll be off now。 Got a date at five o'clock。〃
He took a last look at the shaded green garden
and left； whistling in an off key an untuneful air from
a roofless farce comedy。
The next afternoon Ravenel； while polishing a
ragged line of a new sonnet； reclined by the window
overlooking the besieged garden of the unmercenary
baron。 Suddenly he sat up； spilling two rhymes and
a syllable or two。；
Through the trees one window of the old mansion
could be seen clearly。 In its window； draped in flow…
ing white； leaned the angel of all his dreams of ro…
mance and poesy。 Young； fresh as a drop of dew；
graceful as a spray of clematis； conferring upon the
garden hemmed in by the roaring traffic the air
of a princess's bower； beautiful as any flower sung
by poet thus Ravenel saw her for the first time。
She lingered for a while； and then disappeared within；
leaving a few notes of a birdlike ripple of song to
reach his entranced ears through the rattle of cabs
and the snarling of the electric cars。
Thus； as if to challenge the poet's flaunt at ro…
mance and to punish him for his recreancy to the
undying spirit of youth and beauty； this vision bad
dawned upon him with a thrilling and accusive power。
And so metabolic was the power that in an instant
the atoms of Ravenel's entire world were redistrib…
uted。 The laden drays that passed the house in which
she lived rumbled a deep double…bass to the tune of
love。 The newsboys' shouts were the notes of singing
birds； that garden was the pleasance of the Capulets；
the janitor was an ogre； himself a knight； ready with
sword； lance or lute。
Thus does romance show herself amid forests of
brick and stone when she gets lost in the city； and
there has to be sent out a general alarm to find her
again。
At four in the afternoon Ravenel looked out across
the garden。 In the window of his hopes were set
four small vases； each containing a great； full…blown
rose … red and white。 And； as he gazed； she leaned
above them； shaming them with her loveliness and
seeming to direct her eyes pensively toward his own
window。 And then； as though she had caught his
respectful but ardent regard； she melted away； leaving
the fragrant emblems on the window…sill。
〃Yes； emblems！ he would be unworthy if be had
not understood。 She had read his poem； 〃The Four
Roses〃； it had reached her heart； and this was its
romantic answer。 Of course she must know that
Ravenel； the poet； lived there across her garden。 His
picture； too； she must have seen in the magazines。
The delicate； tender； modest； flattering message could
not be ignored。
Ravenel noticed beside the roses a small flowering…
pot containing a plant。 Without shame be brought
his opera…glasses and employed them from the cover
of his window…curtain。 A nutmeg geranium！
With the true poetic instinct be dragged a book
of useless information from his shelves； and tore open
the leaves at 〃The Language of Flowers。〃
〃Geranium； Nutmeg … I expect a meeting。〃
So！ Romance never does things by halves。 If she
comes back to you she brings gifts and her knitting；
and will sit in your chimney…corner if you will let
her。
And now Ravenel smiled。 The lover smiles
when be thinks he has won。 The woman who loves
ceases to smile with victory。 He ends a battle； she
begins hers。 What a pretty idea to set the four roses
in her window for him to see！ She must have
a sweet； poetic soul。 And now to contrive t
