ADES FABLES GEORGE ADE The Old Corner Book Stnro. Inr. ADE S FABLES You are entitled to One Hundred Thousand Dollars," murmurs the stealthy Promoter ADE S FABLES BY GEORGE ADE BY THE SAME AUTHOR The College Widow, In Pastures New, Knocking the Neighbors Fables in Slang Illustrated by John T. McCutcheon GARDEN CITY NEW Y QRK DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY 1914 Copyright, 1912, 1913, by COSMOPOLITAN MAGAZINE Copyright, 1914, by DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & Co. All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages, including the Scandinavian CONTENTS The New Fable of the Private Agitator PAGE and What He Cooked Up .... 3 The New Fable of the Speedy Sprite . . 23 The New Fable of the Intermittent Fusser \. 43 The New Fable of the Search for Climate 62 The New Fable of the Father Who Jumped In 83 The New Fable of the Uplifter and His Dandy Little Opus 100 The New Fable of the Wandering Boy and the Wayward Parent . . . 119 The New Fable of What Transpires After the Wind-up . . . . . 137 The Dream That Came Out with Much to Boot ..... . . . . 155 The New Fable of the Toilsome Ascent and the Shining Table-Land . . . 171 Abe s Fables V vi CONTENTS The New Fable of the Aerial Performer, PAGE the Buzzing Blondine, and the Daughter of Mr. Jackson . . ... 193 The New Fable of Susan and the Daughter and the Granddaughter, and then Some thing Really Grand ...... 212 The New Fable of the Scoffer Who Fell Hard and the Woman Sitting By . .237 The New Fable of the Lonesome Camp on the Frozen Heights .257 The New Fable of the Marathon in the Mud and the Laurel Wreath ... 281 ILLUSTRATIONS " You are entitled to One Hundred Thousand Dol lars," murmurs the stealthy Promoter. Frontispiece FACING PAGE Every time he sauntered carelessly across the porch, he gave a correct Imitation of a troop of Cav alry going over a Wooden Bridge .... 43 Father came in and took one look and said : " Not for Mine! I won t stand for any Puss Willow being grafted on to our Family Tree." ... 83 He was dazed and horrified to find himself suddenly subjected to the demoralizing Influences of the Small Town 119 Nearly every evening the Tradesman would back up to the Student Lamp and put in a delirious half -hour with the Views 155 He liked to tow something that would cause the Oyster Forks to pause in midair and the Catty Ones to reach for their Hardware . . . . 193 He tore up the Medal Score, gave all the Clubs to the Caddy . . . lifted a grimy Paw and uttered the Vow of Renunciation 237 He talked Numbers to himself as he sped along and mumbled over the important Letters he was about to dictate . 281 ADE S FABLES THE NEW FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR AND WHAT HE COOKED UP AMBITION came, with Sterling Silver Breast-Plate and Flaming Sword, and sat beside a Tad aged 5. The wee Hopeful lived in a Frame House with Box Pillars in front and Hollyhocks leading down toward the Pike. "Whither shall I guide you?" asked Am bition. "Are you far enough from the Shell to have any definite Hankering?" "I have spent many Hours brooding over the possibilities of the Future," replied the Larva. "I want to grow up to be a Joey in a Circus. I fairly ache to sit in a Red Wagon just behind the Band and drive a Trick Mule with little pieces of Looking ADE S FABLES Glass in the Harness. I want to pull Mugs at all the scared Country Girls peeking out of the Wagon Beds. The Town Boys will leave the Elephant and trail behind my comical Chariot. In my Hour of Triumph the Air will be impregnated with Calliope Music and the Smell of Pop-Corn, modified by Wild Animals." Ambition went out to make the proper Bookings with Destiny. When he came back the Boy was ten years old. "We started wrong," whispered Ambi tion, curling up in the cool grass near the Day-Dreamer. "The Trick Mule and the Red Cart are all very well for little Fraidy- Cats and Softies, but a brave Youth of High Spirit should tread the Deck of his own Ship with a Cutlass under his Red Sash. Aye, that is Blood gauming up the Scuppers, but is the Captain chicken-hearted ? Up with the Black Flag! Let it be give [4] FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR and take, with Pieces of Eight for the Victor!" So it was settled that the Lad was to hurry through the Graded Schools and then gehttk&s Buccaneering. But Ambition came back with a revised Program. "You are now Fifteen Years of Age," said the Wonderful Guide with the glittering Suit. "It is High Time that you planned a Noble Career, following a Straight Course from which there shall be no Deviation. The Pirate is a mere swag gering Bravo and almost Unscrupulous at times. Why not be a great Military Com mander? The Procedure is Simple. Your Father gives the Finger to the Congressman and then you step off the Boat at West Point. Next thing you know, you are wear ing a Nobby Uniform right out on the Parade Ground, while bevies of Debutantes from New York City and other Points admire [5] ADE S FABLES you for the stern Profile and Military Set- Up. After that you will subdue many Savage Tribes, and then you will march up Pennsylvania Avenue at the head of the whole Regular Army, and the President of the United States will be waiting on the Front Porch of the White House to present you with a jewelled Sword on behalf of a Grateful Nation." ;< You are right," said the Stripling. His eyes were like Saucers, and his Nostrils quivered. "I will be Commander-in-Chief , and after I am laid away, with the Cannon booming, the Folks in this very Town will put up a Statue of Me at the corner of Sixth and Main, so the Street-Cars will have to circle to get around it." Consequently, when he was in his 21st Year, he was sitting at a high Desk in an Office watching the Birds on a Tele graph Wire. The Knowledge he had ac- FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR quired at the two Prep Schools before being pushed into the Fresh Air ahead of Time had not made him round-shouldered. He was a likely Chap, but he wore no Plumes. He became dimly conscious that Am bition was squatted on the Stool next to him. "Up to this time we have been Dead Wrong," said the Periodical Visitor. "There is only one Prize worth winning and that is the Love of the Niftiest Nectarine that ever came down a Crystal Stairway from the Celestial Regions to grace this dreary World with her Holy Presence. Yes, I mean the One you passed this morning the One with her hair in a Net and the Cameo Brooch. Why not annex her by Legal Rou tine and settle down in a neat Cottage purchased from the Building and Loan Association? You could raise your own Vegetables. Go to it." [71 ADE S FABLES Four years elapse. Our Hero now has everything. The jerry-built home of the Early Bungalow Period stands up bravely under the Mortgage. Little Dorothy is suspended in a Jump Chair on the Veranda facing Myrtle Avenue, along which the Green Cars run direct to City Hall Square. The Goddess is in the kitchen trying to make preserves out of Watermelon Rinds, with the White House Cook Book propped open in front of her. Friend Husband is weeding the Azaleas and grieving over the failure of the Egg-Plant. He finds himself gently prodded, and there is Ambition once more at his Elbow. "You are entitled to One Hundred Thou sand Dollars," murmurs the stealthy Pro moter. "Why should some other Citizen have his Coal-Bin right in the House while you carry it from a Shed? Your Wife should sit at her own Dinner Table and make [81 FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR signs at the Maid. And as you ride to your Work with the other dead-eyed Cattle and see all those Strong-Arm Johnnies coming out of their Brick Mansions to hop into their own Broughams and Coupes, have you not asked yourself why you are in the Horse-Cars with the Plebes when you might be in a Private Rig with the Patricians? " For, wot ye, Gentle Reader, all this un wound from the Reel before the first Trolley Car climbed a Hill or the first Horseless Carriage came chugging sternly up the Boulevard. So Ambition received special Instruc tions to make Our Hero worth $100,000. Those were the days of tall Hustling: If he saw an Opening six inches wide, he held it with his Foot until he could insert his Elbow, and then he braced his Shoulder, and the first thing you knew he was on the Inside demanding a fair cut of the Swag. [9] ADE S FABLES The Golden Rule received many a Jolt, but he adhered strictly to the old and fa vorite Admonition: If you want Yours, take a short piece of Lead Pipe and go out and Collect. On a certain January First he made a careful Invoice. All the Hard-Earned Kale dropped into the Mining Companies or loaned to Relatives of Wife he marked off and put under the Head of Gone but not Forgotten. He was a True Business Guy. Even after subtracting all Cats and Dogs he could still total the magnificent Sum of One Hundred Thousand Dollars. When he looked at this Mound of Cur rency, he felt like a Vag and a Pauper. For he had climbed to the table-lands of High Finance and taken a peek at the Steam- Roller methods of the Real Tabascos. "Make it a Million," said Ambition, leaning across the Table and tapping ner- [10] FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR vously. "Are you going to be satisfied with a Station Wagon and a Colored Boy when you might have a long-waisted Vehicle with two pale Simpsons in Livery on the Box? When you go into your Club and see the Menials kow-towing to a cold-look ing Party with rippling Chins who seems to favor his Feet, you know that he gets the Waving Palms and the Frankincense because he is a Millionaire. You and the other financial Gnats are admitted simply to make a Stage Setting for the Big Squash." "I always said that when I got a Hundred Thousand I d take a long Vacation in Europe and learn how to order a Meal," suggested Our Hero, holding out weakly. "When you came back you would find your hated Rival on the Hill with the Bat teries turned against you. Camp on the Job and work straight toward the High [11] ADE S FABLES Mark. And remember that anybody with less than a Million is a Two-Spot in a soiled Deck." From that day the Piking ceased. No more of the dinky trafficking of the Re tailer. He went out and bought Public Service Utilities on Nerve, treated them with Aqua Pura by the Hogshead, and created Wealth by purely lithographic Methods. And, if he wanted to reason out a Deal with a contrary-minded Gazook, he began the Negotiations by soaking the Adversary be hind the Ear and frisking him before he came to. A Fairy Wand had been waved above the snide Bungalow, and it was now a Queen Anne Chateau dripping with Dew- dads of Scroll Work and congested with Black Walnut. The Goddess took her Mocha in the Feathers, and a Music Teacher came twice each week to bridge FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR the awful chasm between Dorothy and Chopin. Dinner had been moved up to Milking Time. Sweetbreads and Arti chokes came into the Lives of the Trio thus favored by Fortune. One day the busy Thimble-Rigger took his Helpmate into the lonesome Library and broke the glad Tidings to her. "I have unloaded all of my Cripples," he said. "They have been wished on to a Group of Philanthropists in New England. Sound the glad Tocsin. I have a Million in my Kick." So she began packing the huge Saratogas and reading the Folders on Egypt and the Riviera. He sat in his Den pulling at a long black Excepcionale. Through the bluish clouds of Smoke came that old familiar Voice. "Let the Missus and the Heiress do the European Thing," said Ambition. "You [13] ADE S FABLES stick around. Wait for Black Friday. Then get busy at the Bargain Counter. By and by the new Crop will begin to move, and Money will creep out of the Yarn Stockings and a few Wise Gazabes will cop all the Plush. In every Palm Room there are more Millionaires than Palms. But the Big Round Table over by the Fountain is always reserved by Oscar for the Lad who can show Ten Millions." The Ocean Greyhound moved out past Sandy Hook with the Family and all the Maids on board, but Papa remained behind to sharpen his Tools and get ready for an other Killing. Every time he was given a Crimp in the Rue de la Paix he caught even by leading a new Angora up the Chute and into the Shambles. When the fully matured Goddess and the radiant Heroine of the latest International [14] FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR Alliance came home with the French Lan guage and two tons of Glad Raiment, they found themselves reuning with the Magnate at the big Table over by the Fountain. Our Hero was now sleeping in a Bed al most twelve feet wide, with a silk Tent over it. One Morning he found the Com panion of many Years sitting on the edge of the Mattress. "Again?" asked the Multi-Millionaire. "What next?" "The Exercises up to this Time have been Preliminary," said Ambition. "What is the good of a Bank Roll if you cannot gar nish it with the delectable Parsley of So cial Eminence? Get a Wiggle on you. Send for the Boys with the Frock Coats and the Soft Hats and let them dig in to their Elbows. Tell the Press Agent to or ganize a typewriting Phalanx. Assume a few Mortgages on fluttering Newspapers. [15] ADE S FABLES Lay a Corner-Stone ever and anon. Be Interviewed." "What are you leading up to?" asked the Financial Giant, a sickly Fear creeping into the Region formerly occupied by his Heart. "The Logical Finish," replied Ambition, with a reassuring Pat on the Shoulder. "You must go to the Senate. The White Palace, suitable for entertaining purposes, now awaits you in Washington. The Bulb Lights glow dimly above the Porte Cochere. A red Carpet invites you to climb the Mar ble Stairway and spread yourself all over the Throne. On a Receiving Night, when the perfumed Aliens in their Masquerade Suits rally around the Punch Bowl, your Place will resemble the Last Act of some thing by Klaw & Erlanger. You will play Stud with the Makers of History and be seen leaving the Executive Mansion." This Line of Talk landed him. He Fell [16] FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR for it. That year the Christmas Tree drooped with valuable Gifts for the Boys who stood after they were hitched. He went up to Washington with an evis cerated Check-Book in his Pocket and a faint Odor of Scandal in his Wake, but he was a certified Servant of the People. His Cut Flowers were the Talk in Official Cir cles. The most Exclusive consented to flirt with his Wine Cellar. To a mere Outsider it looked as if Am bition had certainly boosted his Nobs to the final Himalayan Peak of Human Hap piness. He had a House as big as a Hos pital. The Hallways were cluttered with whispering Servants of the most immacu late and grovelling Description. His Wife and the Daughter and the Cigarette-Holder she had picked up in Europe figured in the Gay Life of the Nation s Capital every Night and went to see a Nerve Specialist [17] ADE S FABLES every Day. The whole Bunch rode gaily on the Top Wave of the Social Swim, with a Terrapin as an Escort and a squad of Canvas-Back Ducks as Body-Guard. Notwithstanding all which, Father was the sorest Hard-Shell that motored along Pennsylvania Avenue. The Dime Denouncers printed his Picture, saying that he was owned by the Interests and hated the sight of a Poor Working Girl. When the High Class continuous Show in the Senate Chamber showed signs of flop ping and the Press Gallery became impatient, some Alkali Statesman of the New School would arise in his Place and give our Hero a Turning-Over, concluding with a faithful Pen-Picture of the Dishonored Grave marked by a single Headstone, chiseled as follows: "Here lies a Burglar." When he went traveling, he had his Food smuggled into the Drawing-Room. He [18] FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR knew if he went drilling through the Pull mans, some of the Passengers who had seen the Cartoons might recognize him as the notorious Malefactor. One day, while he was cowering in a dark corner of his Club to get away from the pesky Reporters, he was joined by the Trouble-Maker. "I gave you the wrong Steer," said Am bition, now much subdued. "You are in Dutch. Beat it! All the Rough-Necks down by the Round-House and the fretful Simps along every R. F. D. Route are get ting ready to interfere in the Affairs of Government. The Storm Clouds of An archy are lowering. In other words, the new Primary Law has begun to do business. Every downtrodden Mokus owing $800 on a $500 House is honing for a Chance to Hand it to somebody wearing a Seal-Skin Overcoat. From now on, seek Content- [19] ADE S FABLES ment, Rural Quietude, and a cinch Rate of 5 Per Cent, on all your Holdings." So Ambition, after leading him hither and yon, finally conducted him to the swell Country House surrounded by Oaks and winding Drives and Sunken Gardens. Far from the Hurly-Burly he settled down among his Boston Terriers and Or chids and Talking-Machines and allowed Old Age to ripen and mellow him into a Patriarch of the benevolent Pattern. At the suggestion of an expensive Spe cialist, he went in for Golf. After he had learned to Follow Through and keep within 100 yards of the Fair Green, he happened to get mixed up in a Twosome one day with a walking Rameses who had graduated from the Stock Ex change soon after the Crime of 73. This doddering Shell of Humanity looked as if a High Wind would blow him into the [20] FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR Crick. When he swung at the Pill, you expected to hear something Snap. Our Hero had about 10 Years on the Ancient, and it looked like a Compote. But the Antique managed to totter around the Course, playing short but safe, always getting Direction and keeping away from the Profanity Pits. He never caught up with Colonel Bogey, but he had enough Class to trim our Hero and collect 6 Balls. Ambition rode home with the unhappy Loser in the $12,000 Limousine. "Buck up, Old Top," said the faithful Prompter. "Fasten your Eye on the Ball and don t try to Force. He is sure to blow up sooner or later. Take another Lesson to-morrow morning and then publish your Defi in the afternoon." He never had been strong enough to stand off Ambition. So next Day he took ADE S FABLES on Old Sure-Thing again and got it in the same Place. No wonder. The Octogenarian was of Scotch Descent. He was the Color of an Army Saddle. He never smiled except when the Kilties came on tour. His Nippie consisted of a tall Glass about half full and then a little Well Water. A plain American Business Man with a York State Ancestry had a fat Chance against this Caledonian frame-up. But that same persistent Ambition kept sending him back to the Ring to take an other Trouncing. One day he failed to show up at the Club House. The Trained Nurse, who fanned him during the final Hours, never suspected. But the Caddy-Master knew that he had died of a Broken Heart. MORAL: Those who travel the hard est are not always the first to arrive. [22] THE NEW FABLE OF THE SPEEDY SPRITE ONE Monday Morning a rangy and well- conditioned Elfin of the Young Unmarried Set, yclept Loretta, emerged into the Sun light and hit the Concrete Path with a ringing Heel. This uncrowned Empress of the 18th Ward was a she-Progressive assaying 98 per cent, pure Ginger. Instead of trailing the ever onward Pa rade, she juggled the Baton at the head of the Push. In the crisp introductory hours of the Wash-Day already woven into the Plot, Loretta trolleyed herself down into the Noise Belt. [23] ADE S FABLES She went to the office of the exclusive Kennel Club and entered the Chow Ki-Yi for the next Bench Show. At the Clearing House for K. M s she filed a loud call for a Cook who could cook. Then she cashed a check, ordered a pound of Salted Nuts (to be delivered by Special Wagon at once), enveloped a ball of Ice Cream gooed with Chocolate, and soon, greatly refreshed, swept down on a Department Store. A Chenille Massacre was in full swing on the 3d floor, just between the Porch Fur niture and Special Clothing for Airmen. Loretta took a run and jump into the heav ing mass of the gentler Division. She came out at 10.53 with her Sky Piece badly listed to Port and her toes flattened out, but she was 17 cents to the Good. Three hearty Cheers! So she went over to an exhibition of Paintings, breathing through her Nose for [24] THE SPEEDY SPRITE at least an Hour as she studied the new Masterpieces of the Swedo-Scandinavian School. Each looked as if executed with a Squirt Gun by a Nervous Geek on his way to a Three Days Cure. Just the same, every Visitor with a clinging Skirt and a Mushroom Hat gurgled like a Mountain Stream. In company with four other Seraphines, plucked from the Society Col., she toyed with a Fruit Salad and Cocoa at a Tea Room instituted by a Lady in Reduced Circumstances for the accommodation of those who are never overtaken by Hunger. The usual Battle as to which should pick up the Check and the same old Compro mise. A Dutch Treat with Waitress trying to spread it four ways and the Auditing Committee watching her like a Hawk. Then a 10-cent Tip, bestowed as if endow ing Princeton, and the Quartet representing [25] ADE S FABLES the Flower of America s Young Womanhood was once more out in the Ozone, marching abreast with shining Faces and pushing white-haired Business Men off into the Sweepings. Loretta went to a place with a glass Cover on it and had herself photoed in many a striking Posture. With the Chin tilted to show the full crop of Cervical Vertebrae and her Search Lights aimed yearningly at the top of the Singer Build ing, she had herself kidded into believing that she was a certified Replica of Elsie Ferguson. As a member of the Board of Visitation she hurried out to the Colored Orphan Asylum to check up the Picks and watch them making Card-Board Mottoes. After that she had nothing to do except fly home and complete a Paper on the So cial Unrest in Spain, after which she backed [26] THE SPEEDY SPRITE into the Spangles, because Father was bring ing an old Stable Companion to dinner. In the evening she took Mother to a Travel Lecture. The colored Slides were mingled with St. Vitus Glimpses of swarming Streets and galloping Gee-Gees. They came home google-eyed and had to feel their way into the Domicile. Tuesday A. M. dawned overcast with shifting wdnds from the N. E. Loretta pried herself away from the third Waffle in order to hike to the corner and jack up Mr. Grocer about the Kindling Wood that he had sent them for Celery. She had the Druggist phone the Florist, and then rewarded him by purchasing three Stamps. At 9.30 the Committee to arrange for the Summer Camp of the In-Wrong Mar ried W T omen whirled through the untidy Suburbs in a next year s Motor Car, and [27] ADE S FABLES Loretta was nowhere except right up on the front Seat picking out the Road. Once a year the Ladies of the Lumty-Tum went out with their embroidered Sand-Bags and swung on their Gentlemen Friends for enough Dough to pay the Vacation Ex penses of Neglected Wives and Kiddies. In every community there is an undis covered Triton thoroughly posted on the Renaissance of the Reactionaries and the recrudescence of the Big Six Baby with the up-twist that has Whiskers on it. This Boy is so busy regulating both Parties and both Leagues that when it comes time for his Brood to take an Outing, some ignorant Outsider has to step in and unbelt. After letting contracts for Milk and Veg etables, Loretta and the other specimens of our Best People zipped over to the Coun try Club, breaking into silvery Laughter every time the Speedometer made a Face [28] THE SPEEDY SPRITE at the Sign-Board which said that the Speed Limit was 12 Miles an Hour. They showed a few milk-fed Springers how to take a Joke, and then played an 18- hole Foursome which was more or less of a Grewsome. Then a little Tea on the Terrace with Herbert lolling by in his Flannels, just as you read about it in Mrs. Humphry Ward. A buzzing sound dying off into the distance, a trail of Blue Smoke in the fading Twi light, and little Bright Eyes is back in her own Boudoir packing herself into a new set of Glads. That evening she had four throbbing Ros- coes curled up among her Sofa Pillows. She had to bat up short and easy ones for this Bunch, as they came from the Wholesale District. When they began to distribute political Bromides, the artful Minx sat clear out [29] ADE S FABLES on the edge of the Chair and let on to be simply pop-eyed with Ardor. Shortly after 12 she turned the last night- blooming Cyril out into the Darkness and did a graceful Pirouet to the Husks. On Wednesday morning, between the Ham and Eggs, she glanced at her double- entry Date Book and began to gyrate. On the way down-town she stopped in and had herself measured for a new mop of Hair. Thence to the Beauty Works to have the peerless Frontispiece ironed out and the Nails ivoried. When she appeared at the Sorority Tiffin at 1 P. M. she was dolled for fair. The Response in behalf of the Alumnae of Yamma Gamma was a neat Affair. After swiping the Table Decorations, she and two Companions hurried to a Mat. It was a Performance given under the aus- [30] THE SPEEDY SPRITE pices of the Overhanging Domes, and the Drama was one that no Commercial Man ager had the Nerve to unload on the Public. The Plot consisted of two victims of Neu rasthenia sitting at a Table and discussing Impaired Circulation. That evening she helped administer the Anesthetic to a Seminary Snipe who was getting into the Life Boat with a hard- wood Bachelor grabbed off at the llth Hour. Loretta wept softly while straightening out the Veil, in accordance with Tradition. Later on she did an Eddie Collins and landed the Bride s Bouquet. At 11.30 she had the Best Man backed into a Cor ner, slipping him that Old One about his Hair matching his Eyes. It is now Thursday morning and who is this in the Gym whanging the Medicine Ball at the Lady Instructor with the Face? It is Loretta. [31] ADE S FABLES Behold her at 10.30, after an icy Splash and a keen rub with a raspy Towel. She has climbed back into the dark- cloth Effect and is headed for the Studio of Madam to grapple with the French Lesson. After that she will do nothing before Lunch Time except try on White Shoes and fondle some Hats that are being sacrificed at $80 per throw. The Suffrage Sisters rounded up Thurs day afternoon. A longitudinal Brigadier- ess in the army of Intellectuality did the main Spiel, with Loretta as principal Rooter. The Speaker was there with the Pep and with the Vocabulary. Otherwise she was a Naughty-Naughty. The costume was a plain Burial Shroud, the only Ornament being a 4 -car at Wen just above the Neck band. At 4 P. M., after the Male Sex had been ground to a Hamburger, our little Playmate [32] THE SPEEDY SPRITE escaped to a Picture Show, but not until she had duly fortified herself with the nour ishing Marshmallow. There was nothing on the Cards that night except a Subscription Dance, which got under way at 10 P. M. and never sub sided until the cold Daylight began to spill in at the Windows. Loretta did 27 out of a possible 29. Per centage .931 six better than Bogey and 400 points ahead of Ty Cobb. Nevertheless and notwithstanding, don t imagine that she failed to come up for Air on Friday Morning. Life is real, Life is earnest, and she had a Gown to be shortened up and re-sur veyed around the Horse Shoe Curve, just as soon as she could leave the Gloves to be cleaned. Happening into Automobile Row, she permitted a blond salesman with a Norfolk [33] ADE S FABLES Jacket to demonstrate the new type of Electric Runabout. One of the most inexpensive pursuits of the well-dressed Minority is to glide over the Asphalt in a Demonstration car and pretend to be undecided. She permitted the man to set her down at a Book Shop, where she furtively skinned eight Magazines while waiting for a Chum to pop through the Whirligig Door. The two went Window-Hopping for an hour. After making Mind Purchases of about $8000 worth of washable Finery edged with Lace, a spirit of Deviltry seized them. They ordered their Lettuce Sandwiches and diluted Ceylon in a Restaurant where roguish Men-about-Town sat facing the Main Entrance to pipe the pulchritudinous Pippins. Was it seven or eight Party Calls that [34] THE SPEEDY SPRITE she checked from her social Ledger before 4 o clock? Answer: eight. Then a swinging Gallop for home. Whilst she had been socializing around, Robert W. Chambers had taken a lead of two Novels on her. Retiring to a quiet Alcove with four Volumes that were being dissected at the drawing-room Clinics, she took a hack at the first and last Chapter of each. Just enough to protect her against a Fumble if she found herself next to a Book Sharp. That evening a famous Hungarian Fid dler, accompanied by a warbling Guinea Hen and backed up by sixty Symphonic Heineys wearing Spectacles, was giving a Recital for the True Lovers in a Mammoth Cave devoted to Art. Loretta had a sneaking preference for the May Irwin School of Expression, but she had to go through with the Saint-Saens [35] ADE S FABLES Stuff now and then to maintain a Club Standing. Accordingly she and Mother and poor old dying Father, with no Heart in the En terprise, were planted well down in Section B, where they could watch Mrs. Leroy Geblotz, who once entertained Nordica, and say "Bravo" at the Psychological Moment. On Saturday Morning, after she had penned 14 Epistles, using the tall cuneiform Hieroglyphics, she didn t have a blessed thing to do before her 1 o clock Engagement except drop in at a Flower Show and a Cat Show and have her Palm read by a perfectly fascinating Serpent with a Goatee who had been telling all the Gells the most wonder ful things about themselves. A merry little Group went slumming Saturday afternoon. They attended a Ball Game. Loretta had her Chin over the Rail- [36] THE SPEEDY SPRITE ing and evinced a keen Interest, her only Difficulty being that she never knew which Side was at bat. At dusk she began hanging on the Family Jewels. It was a formal Dinner Party with a list made up by Dun and Bradstreet. Loretta found herself between an extinct Volcano of Political World and a sappy Fledgling whose Grandfather laid the cor nerstone of Brooklyn. The Dinner was one of those corpseless Funerals, stage-managed by a respectable Lady with a granite Front who had Mayflower Corpuscles moving majestically through her Arterial System. Loretta was marooned so far from the Live .Ones that she couldn t wig-wag for Help. Her C. Q. D. brought no Relief. She threw about three throes of Anguish before they escaped to the private Gambling Hell. [37] ADE S FABLES Here she tucked back her Valenciennes and proceeded to cop a little Pin-Money at the soul-destroying game known as Bridge. At 11.30 she led a highly connected vol unteer Wine Pusher out into the Conser vatory and told him she did not think it advisable to marry him until she had learned his First Name. Shortly after Midnight she blew, arriving at headquarters just in time to participate in a Chafing-Dish Jubilee promoted by only Brother, just back from the Varsity. She approached the Porcelain in a chast ened mood that Sabbath morning. She was thinking of the Night Before and of playing cards for Money. She remembered the glare of Light from overhead and the tense, eager Faces peering above the Paste-Boards. Then she recalled, with a sharp catch of the [38] THE SPEEDY SPRITE Breath and a little tug of Pain at the Heart, that she had balled herself up at the one Stage and got dummied out of a Grand Slam. "It would have meant a long pair of the Silk Kind," thought she, as she sighed deeply and turned the cold Faucet. After Breakfast she took a long Walk up the Avenue as a Bracer. After which to the Kirk, for she taught a class of Little Girls in the Sunday School, and she had to fake up an Explanation of how Joshua made the Sun stand still, thereby putting herself in the Scratch Division of Explainers, believe us. She listened to a dainty Boston Sermon, trimmed with Ruching, singing lustily be fore and after. Then back home with the solemn Parade to sit among the condemned waiting for that superlative Gorge known as the Sun day Dinner. [39] ADE S FABLES While she was waiting, a male Friend dropped in. His costume was a compro mise between an English Actor and a hired Mourner. On Week Days he sat at a Desk dictating Letters and saying that the Matter had been referred to the proper Department. He looked at Loretta, so calm and cool and collected in her pious Raiment, and the Smile that he summoned was benevolent and almost patronizing. "I was wondering," said he. "I was wondering if a Girl like you ever gets tired of sitting around and doing nothing." Loretta did not cackle. She had read in a Book by a Yale Professor that Woman is not supposed to possess the Sense of Humor. MORAL: The Settlement Campaign is not getting to the real Workers. [40] Every time he sauntered carelessly across the porch, he gave a correct Imitation of a troop of Cavalry going over a Wooden Bridge THE NEW FABLE OF THE INTER MITTENT FUSSER ONCE a grammar-school Rabbit, strug gling from long Trousers toward his first brier-wood Pipe, had Growing Pains which he diagnosed as the pangs of True Love. The Target was a dry-seasoned Fannie old enough to be his Godmother. She was a Post-Graduate who was keep ing herself on Earth by running to the Drug-Store every few minutes. The Eye-Brows were neatly blocked out by some Process unknown to the writer, and she had a Shape that could be revised ad lib. An Expert would have Made her at a glance, but the Cub fell for the Scenery and Mechanical Effects. [43] ADE S FABLES He had sketched a little synopsis of the Future. After waiting 8 years, until she had unpetaled into the perfect bloom of Womanhood and he was wearing a Full Beard, he would take her by the Long Glove and lead her off into Dreamland. Just to show how one of those pinfeather Passions may be shunted onto a Siding and left among the Dog-Fennel, when the Sub ject of this Sketch was cetat %%, he was picking them out of the Air in the Left Garden at the State University. Fannie (she of the purchased Pallor) was thor oughly married to a Veterinary with the Drug Habit. Soon after recovering from the Pip, known in Medical Parlance as the Spooney Infantuin, he began to glory in the friend ship of an incipient Amazon who wore a Blazer and walked like a Policeman. She did not hamper her fibrous Physique [44] THE INTERMITTENT FUSSER with any excess Harness that might pinch when she essayed a full St. Andrew s Swipe with a wooden Club. And she had one lower octave of Pipes, like a Brakeman on the Erie. There comes a brief Period in the Veal Epoch of every Sentimental Tommy when the only real Cutie is one who can propel a Canoe and throw Overhand. So Walter, such being the baptismal Handicap, often thought it would be Sweet Billiards to keep house with the she-Acro bat for 30 or 40 years, because when they were tired of sitting in the House they could go into the Front Yard and play Ketch. He was just at the rickety Age when the Gams refuse to coordinate. Every time he sauntered carelessly across the porch at a Summer Hotel, he gave a correct Imitation of a troop of Cavalry going over a Wooden Bridge at full Gallop. [45] ADE S FABLES He had a way of backing into Potted Plants. Each Morning was clouded by the task of picking out a Cravat that would be of the same Radio- Activity as the Socks. And all through the waking hours he carried with him a faint and sickly Reali zation that his Parents did not understand him. One day he stood before a kind-faced Registrar and matriculated. Branded as a regular Freshman, he went back to his little Den and put a news-stand Photo of Lillian Russell between two Pennants. The whalebone Divinity in the Home Town passed out of his Life. He told him self that he would be true to Miss Russell and all the other Members of her sprightly Profession. The emotional side of his unfolding Na ture began to nourish itself on Song Hits, [46] THE INTERMITTENT FUSSER and he slept each night with his Banjo folded tightly to his Bosom. He became acquainted with a Sopho more who once sat near Trixie Friganza in a Parlor Car. One night Alice Nielsen looked directly at the Box in which he was seated with the other Praters of the Ippy Ki Yi. In fact, his Life became crowded with tingling Experiences. The collection of Cigarette Pictures made him acquainted with many Celebrities. His intimacy with them grew apace as he developed a bookish appetite for Sunday Newspapers. He danced with the local Chickadees, but all the time his Heart was far away, in the Dramatic Column. Suddenly he found that he was an Upper Classman, to whom each Neophyte touched the Leaf of Lettuce balanced on top of the Head, ostensibly as a Cap. [47] ADE S FABLES He became endowed with the divine Right to hit himself on the Leg with a Walk ing Stick and sit on a hallowed Fence. Simultaneous-like, he became conscious of the fact that the Footlight Favorites were no longer worthy of him. He began to hold long and serious Conversaziones with the Sister of a Prof. She was an aerial Performer who wore powerful Spectacles, in which any one standing before her could see an Image of himself, greatly reduced. She looked as if she had been sitting up all night, writing a History of Civili zation. Walter found himself uplifted every time they were left together in the Library. Sometimes she took him up so high that he became dizzy. He now began to prog as follows: He and the Lady Emerson would be legally [48] THE INTERMITTENT FUSSER welded just after Commencement and spend the Honeymoon at some lively Chau- tauqua. The grinding Wheels and raucous buying and selling of the Marts of Trade seemed faint and far away when he roamed through the Cloisters with Elfreda. He was in the moulting Stage, and it seemed to him that Success in Life would consist of going about reeking of Culture. A Degree looked bigger than a Dividend. He never had heard tell of such a thing as a Coal-Bill or a Special Assessment for a Sewer. The vision of Elfreda floated out through a Transom three days after he drew a Desk in the extensive Works owned by the Gov ernor. He was too busy keeping his Head above the Churning Waves to bother with Spec ulative Philosophy or write Letters stud- [49] ADE S FABLES ded with Latin Phrases, like Currants in an English Cake. All the cringing Peons in the big Stock ade hated him because he had a Drag. It was up to him to deliver the Merchandise and demonstrate that he was a Human Being rather than a College Graduate. In the meantime, the Spectators were hoping that he would Skid and go into the Fence. He began to wear his Prat pin on his undershirt, and he had no time to frivol away on the fluffy Gender, because he expected to be sitting in the Directors Room in a couple of years, talking it over with Henry C. Prick. So he waved aside the Square Envelopes and allowed himself to be billed all over the Macaroon Circuit as a Woman-Hater. Of course he girled in a conservative way, but he merely trailed. He did not buzz, or [50] THE INTERMITTENT FUSSER throw himself at the fallen Handkerchief,, or run to get the Wraps, or do any of the Stuff that marks the true and bounden Captive. When he found himself in the cushioned Lair of a Feline, he would lean back in perfect Security, knowing that even if she exercised her entire repertoire of Wiles, she could not warm the Dead Heart nor stir into life the fallen Rose Leaves of Ro mance. All the time she was spilling her familiar line of Chatter, he would look at her with an arid and patronizing Smile, such as the Harvard Man produces when he finds him self in immediate juxtaposition to some human Caterpillar from west of Pittsburgh. Very often, when the registered Dolly Grays got together for a Bon-Bon Orgy, some one would say, "Oh, Crickey, ain t he the regular Cynic?" [51] ADE S FABLES Another might suggest that he was hid ing a great Sorrow, his whole Existence having been embittered by the faithlessness of some Creature. Then they would take a Vote and decide that he was a plain Mutt The Chauncey who refuses to reciprocate will excite more Conversation than a reg ular Union Lover, but it is Lucky for him that he does not hear all the Conversation. Walter at the age of twenty -five thought he was too old and sedate to be a Diner- Out and a Dancing Devil. When he was 28, however, he had be come Hep to the large and luminous Truth that the man who sits in his Lodgings reading Dumas may overlook many a Bet. He noted on every Hand the nice-looking Boys who turned in about 10.40 and avoided the Pitfalls of Society, and most of them were pulling down as much as $14 a week. [52] THE INTERMITTENT FUSSER He recalled what this humble Chronicler had said away back in 1899: "Early to Bed and Early to Rise and you will meet very few of our Best People." He looked over the Lay-Out and decided that it was just as easy to mingle with the Face Cards as to sleep in the Discards. He saw many a Light Weight with a gilt sign exposed on Main Street and no Assets except a Suit with a Velvet Collar, a pair of indestructible dancing Legs, and just enough intellectual Acumen to stir Tea with out spilling it. So he decided to have a try at the Gay Life and worm his way into the Safety De posit Vaults via the Parlor Route. A worthy Resolve and one often taken. If a Friend of the People can capitalize his Vocal Cords, why should not the little Brother of the Rich put his undying Nerve into the Market and get what he can on it? [53] ADE S FABLES The Captain of Finance is usually owned, Body and Soul, by the other Half of the Sketch. She may be a head bell-ringer in the D. A. R. or the blue-pencil Queen of the Golden Pheasants, but in avast majority of cases she has not the Looks to back up the Title. Even the Buckingham Palace manner and the Arctic Front cannot buffalo the idle Spectator into overlooking the fact that she belongs to the genus Quince. She may not be a Beaut, but it is She who stands at the main entrance to the Big Tent and tears off seat coupons. Walter knew that if he wished to be men tioned all over town as a Sure-Enough, his passport to the Inner Circle of Hot Potatoes would have to be vised by Patroness No. 1. He began to work in the Secret Service of the Chosen Few and was First Aid to the Chaperons. [54] THE INTERMITTENT FUSSER A Hard Life, say you? Not a tall not a tall. He was entirely surrounded by Fairy Lamps and sweet-smelling Flowers. Life became a kaleidoscopic Aurora Bo- realis. When the first Crash of Music came through the hothouse Palms, Walter would be out on the Waxen Floor with his hair in a Braid. Through the long watches of the night he played Blonde against Brunette and then went home with his Time-Card bear ing the official O. K. He swam among the floating Hooks and side-stepped the Maternal Traps, until the compilers of Marital Statistics had his name in the list marked "Nothing Doing." The Dope on him seemed to be that he was Immune and Jinx-Proof. After he led one of them back to a Divan [551 ADE S FABLES and fed her an Ice, it was a case of "Good Night, Miss Mitchell." Truly, a Bachelor flown with Insolence and Pride is the favorite Mark for the Bow- and-Arrow Kid. For every weather-beaten Beau and Ball room Veteran there is waiting somewhere in Ambuscade a keen little Diana with the right kind of Ammunition. One night he went to a Small Dance in his regular Henry Miller suit and wearing a tired look around the Eyes. He counted these minor Functions a dreadful Bore. Over in a corner sat a half -portion Dam- osel who had come to town on a Visit. Her name was Violet, and she looked the Part. She didn t know who was running for President or what Miss Pankhurst said about Suffrage, but she had large bella donna Orbs, with Danger lurking in their limpid depths. [56] THE INTERMITTENT FUSSER She was just at the Age when any girl who is not actually Deformed looks fair to middling, while the real Dinger, with the Tresses and the Complexion and the gleam ing white Shoulders and the Parisian figure, is right there with a full equipment for breaking up Families. Old Dare-Devil Dick, the Hero of 1000 Flirtations, was sitting out one of the Dances recently condemned by Press and Pulpit. He became aware of the presence of something Feminine at his immediate right. He took a cautious Look and beheld a timid Debutante, sparkling with the Dew and waiting to be plucked. She gave him a frightened Smile and lamped him very slowly. Suddenly he felt himself wafted away on a cloud of Purple Perfumery. She had put the Sign on him without lifting a Finger. [57] ADE S FABLES As she circled away, clutched by a rude Collegian, he lay back helpless, tied in a True Lovers Knot. Later in the evening he met her. He sat alongside of her in an agony of confused Bliss, with a Temperature of 104 and the Vocal Chords entirely paralyzed. And yet, as a rule, he was just as reliable as a Phon ograph. All the way home that night he was Bleeding freely. At 8 the next Morning he began sending Flowers. It was a terrible Case. The old ones seem to suffer more. He followed her like a trained Spaniel. When she seemed cold and distant, he would hurry to his Room and pull a private Brain-Storm. For many Hours thereafter the Map of the World would have a Black Border around it. [58] THE INTERMITTENT FUSSER Next day she would relent, and accept his Jack Roses, and he would run around and around in a Circle, gurgling and clap ping his Hands. He was on the waiting list for the Nut Club. Our Old Friend was flooey in the Filbert. The Love Bacilli swarmed in every part of his Being. When she found that she had him sure enough Lariated, she eased up on her part of the Work and began a public demonstra tion of Woman s Power and Dominion over the Brute Creation. He was meeker than a Federal Office-Holder. Any time she snapped her Fingers, he sat up and Begged. Then she used to carry on with certain Men against whom he had warned her. It amused her to know that he was walking up and down outside, chewing the White Gloves. [59] ADE S FABLES His friends tried to save him. They demonstrated, with a Pencil and a Piece of Paper, that she was just an ordinary, everyday Baby Doll with a Second Reader intelligence and the Spiritual Caliber of a Humming Bird. They proved that ex actly the same kind were scattered through every Department Store, working for $6 a week. When they got through knocking, he hurried over and told her everything and promised her that if she would marry him, not one of these Snakes would ever be per mitted to enter the House. He writhed on the Rug and said that if she didn t whisper that One Little Word, it would be a case of Satin Lining and Silver Handles for little Wallie. She looked out the Window and yawned slightly and then said, "Oh, very well." He rode home standing up in a Taxicab, [60] THE INTERMITTENT FUSSER while she was showing the Maids a loz enge-shaped Ring that set him back 450 Bucks. MORAL : The higher they fly the harder they fall. [61] THE NEW FABLE OF THE SEARCH FOR CLIMATE ONCE there was a Gentleman of the deep est dye who was all out of Kelter. He felt like a list of Symptoms on the outside of a Dollar Bottle. He looked like the Picture you see in the Almanac entitled, "Before Taking." When his Liver was at Perihelion, he had a Complexion suggesting an Alliga tor Pear, and his Eye-Balls should have been taken out and burnished. He could see little dirigible Balloons drifting about in all parts of the deep-blue Ether. His Tummy told him that some one had moved in and was giving a Chafing- Dish Party. Furthermore, a red-hot Awl [62] THE SEARCH FOR CLIMATE had been inserted under each Shoulder Blade. When every Tree was a Weeping W 7 illow and the Sun went slinking behind a Cloud, his only definite Yearn was to crawl into a dark Cellar with Fungus on the Walls and do the Shuffle, after making a sarcastic Will that disinherited all Relatives and Friends. This poor, stricken Gloomer had time tabled himself all over the Universe, try ing to close in on a Climate that would put him on his Feet and keep him Fit as a Fiddle. He had de-luxed himself to remote Spots that were supplied with Steam Heat and French Cooking, together with Wines, Liquors, and Cigars, but no matter what the Altitude or the Relative Humidity, he felt discouraged every Morning when he awoke and remembered that presently he would [63] ADE S FABLES have to rally his Vital Forces and walk all the way to the Tub. It was too bad that a Clubman, so em inent Socially, should be thus shot to Rags and Fragments. Could aught be more Piteous than to Witness a proud and haughty Income tottering along the Street, searching in vain for a Workingman s Appetite? When one with a spending possibility of $2 a Min ute is told by a Specialist to drink plenty of Hot Water, the Words seem almost Ironic. His Operating Expenses kept running up, and yet it looked like sheer Waste to lavish so much Collateral on the upkeep of a Physical Swab t To show you how he worked at recouping his Health, once he spent a whole Summer in Merrie England. He had been told by a Globe-Trotter that One lodging within a mile of Trafalgar Square could hoist , un limited Scotch and yet sidestep the Day After. [64] THE SEARCH FOR CLIMATE The Explanation offered by members of the Royal Alcoholic Society is that the Moisture in the Atmosphere counterbal ances or nullifies, so to speak, the interior Wetness. Also, the normal state of Melancholy is such that even a case of Katzen jammer merely blends in with the surrounding Drabness. He experimented sincerely with the Caledonian Cure, acquiring a rich sunset Glow, much affected by half -pay Majors and the elderly Toffs who ride in the Row. He began to wear his Arteries on the outside, just like a true son of Albion. This cherry-ripe Facial Tint proves that the Britisher is the most rugged Chap in the World except when he is in Stock holm. In fact, if the New York Duds worn by the Yank had been less of a Fit, and he [65] ADE S FABLES could have schooled himself to look at a Herring without shuddering, he might have rung in as a Resident of the tight little Isle, for he was often Tight. He learned to like the Smoky Taste and could even take it warm, but still he felt Rocky, and up to 3 P. M. was only about 30 per cent. Human. One evening in a polite Pub he heard about the wonderful Vin Ordinaire of Sunny France. He was told that the Peasants who irrigated themselves with a brunette Fluid resem bling diluted Ink were husky as Beeves and simply staggering with Health. So he went motoring in the Grape and Chateau District and played Claret both ways from the Middle. Every time the Petrol chariot pulled up in front of a Brasserie, he would call for a Flagon of some rare old Vintage squeezed out the day before. [66] THE SEARCH FOR CLIMATE Then he would go riding at the rate of 82 Kilos an Hour, scooping up the Climate as he scooted along. Notwithstanding -all these brave Efforts to overtake Health, he would feel like a frost-nipped Rutabaga when the matu tinal Chanticleer told him that another blue Dawn was sneaking over the Hills. He began to figure himself a Candidate for a plain white Cot in the Nerve Garage, when he heard of the wonderful Air and Dietary Advantages of Germany. It seemed that the Fatherland was becoming Commercially Supreme and of the greatest Military Importance because every Fritz kept himself saturated with the Essence of Munich. He could see on the Post-Cards that each loyal subject of Wilhelm was plump and rosy, with Apple Cheeks and a well-de fined Awning just below the Floating Ribs, [67] ADE S FABLES and a Krug of dark Suds clutched in the right Mitt. All the way from Dtisseldorf to Wohlge- baum he played the Circuit of Gardens with nice clean Gravel on the Ground and Dill Pickles festooned among the Caraway Trees. Every time the Military Band began to breathe a new Waltz he would have Otto bring a Tub of the Dark Brew and a Frankfurter about the size of a Sash Weight. Between pulls he would suspire deeply, so as to get the full assistance of the Climate. Sometimes he would feel that he was being benefited. Often at 9 P. M., before taking his final Schnitzel and passing gently into a state of Coma, he would get ready to renounce allegiance to all three of the Political Par ties in the U. S. A. and grow one of those U-Shaped Mustaches. [68] THE SEARCH FOR CLIMATE Next Morning, like as not, he would emerge from beneath the Feather Tick and lean against the Porcelain Stove, wonder ing vaguely if he could live through the Day. The very Treatment which developed large and coarse-grained Soldiers all through Schles wig-Hols tein seemed to make this Son of Connecticut just about as gimpy as a wet Towel. Undismayed by repeated Failures, he took some Advice, given in a Rathskeller, and went to a Mountain Resort famous for a certain brand of White Vinegar with a colored Landscape on the Label. It was said that anyone becoming thor oughly acidulated with this noble Beverage would put a Feather into his Granulated Lid and begin to Yodel. He sat among the snowy Peaks, entirely surrounded by the rarefied Atmosphere so [69] ADE S FABLES highly boosted in the Hotel Circulars, sam pling a tall bottle of every kind ending with "heimer," and yet he didn t seem to get the Results. At last he headed for the barbaric Region which an unkindly Fate had designated as Home, almost convinced that there was no Climate on the Map which would really adapt itself to all the intricate Pe culiarities of his complicated Case. Often he would be found in the Reception Room just next to the shake-down Parlor. After reading a few pages <in a popular Magazine dated two Years back, he would be admitted to the little inside Room, faintly perfumed with something other than New Mown Hay. Here he would cower before the dollar-a-minute Specialist, w r ho would apply a Dictagraph to the Heart Region and then say, "You are all Run Down." [70] THE SEARCH FOR CLIMATE Next day the Sufferer would collect his folding Trunks and Head-Ache Tablets and Hot- Water Bags and start for Florida or California or the Piney Woods. Sometimes he would seem to perk up for a Day or two. Enlivened by Hope and a few Dry Martinis, he would move up to a little Table in the shade of the sheltering Candelabrum and tackle the Carte du Jour from Caviar to Cafe Noir. The Climate would seem to be helping his Appetite. Within 24 Hours, however, he would be craving only some cold Carbonic and a few Kind Words. Florida seemed to enervate him. Cali fornia was too unsettled. Even in the Mountains, his Heart always bothered him after a Hearty Meal. And the Piney Woods only made him Pine more than ever. Time and again he would curl up in the [71] ADE S FABLES palatial Drawing-Room at one end of the Sleeper and dream that six Life-Long Friends in deep Black were whispering among the Floral Tributes and putting on Cotton Gloves. While searching for the Fountain of Youth he would bump into Sympathetic Souls of the kind who infest Observation Cars and hold down Rocking-Chairs in front of Wooden Hotels. These Fellow Voyagers in the realm of Hypochondria w r ould give him various Capsules and Tab lets, supposed to be good for whatever Ailed one at the Time. So eager was he to regain his full vigor and be able to eat and drink everything forbidden by the Doctors, he would fall for every kind of Dope made from Coal Tar. Even if he had worn Blinders he could not have walked past an Apothecary Shop. As he moved about he produced a muffled [72.] THE SEARCH FOR CLIMATE Castanet Effect, for he had a little box of Medicated Bullets in every Pocket. Yet he was not in Condition. His Complexion was a Bird s-Eye Maple, and he looked like the Superintendent of a prosperous Morgue. One Summer Day, when he was only about three jumps ahead of a Cataleptic Convulsion, he had to get on the Cars and take a long ride to inspect some Copper Mines which helped to fatten his impotent Income. The train was bowling through a placid Dairy Region in the Common wealth regulated by Mr. La Follette. The Chronic Invalid was in the Buffet, trying to work up a Desire for Luncheon, when suddenly the Car turned a complete Somersault, because a heavy Freight Train had met Number Six head on. When the Subject of this Treatise came to, he was propped up on the front porch [73] ADE S FABLES of a Farm House with one Leg in Splints and a kind-faced Lady pressing Cold Appli cations to the fevered Brow. He was O. K. except that he would have to lie still for a few Weeks while the Bones did their Knitting. The good Country Folk would not permit him to be moved. He was dead willing to sink back among the White Pillows and figure the Accident Insurance. Through the Honeysuckles and Morning- Glories he could see the long slope of Clover Pasture, with here and there a de liberate Cow, and the Steeple of the Re formed Church showing above a distant clump of Soft Maples. About two hours after emerging from the Trance, he made his customary Diagnosis and discovered that he was nervously shattered and in urgent need of a most heroic Bracer. He beckoned to the pres- [74] THE SEARCH FOR CLIMATE ident of the local W. C. T. U. and said if they were all out of Scotch, he could do with a full-sized Hooker of any standard Bourbon that had matured in Wood and was not blended. Nurse readjusted his Pillow and told him that as soon as he came out of the De lirium he could dally with a mug of Butter milk. By and by, as he gathered Strength, she would slip him some Weak Tea. He had heard that in some of these out lying Regions, the Family Sideboard stood for nothing stronger than Mustard, but this was the first time he had met Human Beings who were not on visiting Terms with the Demon Rum. At the Cocktail Hour he ventured a second Request for any one of the stand ard .Necessities of Life, but Mrs. Peabody read him a Passage from the Family Med- [75] ADE S FABLES icine Book to the effect that Liquor was never to be used except for Snake Bites. When he ordered the Hired Hand to bring him a large Snake, they gave him a Sleeping Powder and told inquiring Neigh bors that he was still out of his Head. Next day he found himself alive, thanks to a wonderful Constitution. The Samaritans came and stood around his Couch and jollied him and offered him everything except what he needed. When he offered to compromise on Drug- Store Sherry, the Daughter of the House hold, Luella by name, brought out a colored Chart showing the Interior of a Moderate Drinker s Stomach. After that he was afraid to Chirp. Even the Cigarette was Taboo among these Good People, although Father could Fletcherize about 10 cents worth of Lic orice Plug each working Day. [76] THE SEARCH FOR CLIMATE Far removed from the Lad with the White Apron, and with nothing to inhale except Ozone, the unhappy Bon Vivant was com pelled to put up with these most unnatural Conditions. When he was tired of dozing he could take his choice of any kind of Milk and read a few more pages of Robinson Crusoe. Then ensued the Miracle. His Nerves began to unspiral themselves and lie down. He began to sit up and listen for the Toot of the Dinner Horn. As soon as he could hobble on Crutches they put him on the Hay Scales, and he thought the Thing was out of Whack, for he had taken on 4 Pounds. The Fresh Garden Truck seemed su perior to any that he had been able to obtain in the Best Restaurants. What was more amazing, he now evinced a critical Interest in Clydesdale Colts and [77] ADE S FABLES Leghorn Roosters, although nothing of the sort had ever come into his Life while he had an Apartment in Forty-seventh Street. When he took his game Leg back to the Metropolis, he hurried to the Club and made a startling Report to all the broken-down Sports assembled in the Card- Room. He said he had discovered the only Cli mate in the World. It had Switzerland skinned and was not enervating, like Flor ida, for he had been sleeping like a Baby and felt like a 2-year-old every G. M., in spite of the fact that he could not get his regular Rations. He wanted to organize a Company and build a Million Dollar Hotel at Once. With a New York Steward to supply the Table and a well-stocked Cellar, the Resort ought to get all the classy Trade, for he hoped to die if the Air out there hadn t [78] THE SEARCH FOR CLIMATE done more for him in One Month than Europe had done in the whole Year. MORAL: Nature will sometimes help the Unfortunate who finds it impossible to reach out and help Himself. [79] THE NEW FABLE OF THE FATHER WHO JUMPED IN Father came in and took one look and said: " Not for Mine! I won t stand for any Puss Willow being grafted on to our Family Tree" THE NEW FABLE OF THE FATHER WHO JUMPED IN ONCE there was a leading Citizen with only one Daughter, but she was Some Off spring. Bernice was chief Expense Account and Crown Jewel of a Real Estate Juggler who had done so well that all the Strap-Hangers regarded him as an Enemy to Society. Papa was foolish, even as a Weasel. He was what you might call Honest, which signified that all of his Low Work had been done by Agents. A Person of rare judgment, withal. He never copped a piece of bulky Swag unless he had a Wheelbarrow with him at the time. [83] ADE S FABLES He had been going East with the Green Goods ever since the Party in Power pre cipitated the first Panic. He had Stacks of the Needful, and his Rating was AA Plus 1, to say nothing of a Reserve cached in the little Tin Box. Daughter alone could induce him to un buckle, and melt, and jar loose, and come across, and kick in, and sting the Check- Book. One day Bernice was a Little Girl, and the next she was head Flossie among the Debutantes, with a pack of Society Hounds pursuing in Pull Cry, each willing to help count the Bank Roll. Father was scared pink when he sized up the Field. He still wore box-toed Boots and carried Foliage on the Sub-Maxillary so that those who came ringing the Front Bell didn t look very lucky to him. [84] THE FATHER WHO JUMPED IN Sometimes he would dream that he had been pushed into a Mausoleum and that a slender Cyril with a Lady s Watch strapped on his wrist was spending all of that Money for Signed Etchings. Whereupon he would awake in a Cold Sweat and try to think of a safe Recipe for poisoning Boulevard Blighters. One day Bernice went out into the Sun shine and found something and brought it home with her and put it on a Rug in the Elizabethan Room. Father came in and took one look and said: "Not for Mine! I won t stand for any Puss Willow being grafted on to our Family Tree." His name was Kenneth, and he reduced his Percentage on the first day by having the hem-stitched Mouchoir tucked inside of the Cuff. Also, it was rumored that he put oil on [85] ADE S FABLES his Eye-Brows and rubbed Perfumery on the backs of his Hands. Father walked around the He-Canary twice, looking at him over the Specs, and then he rushed to the Library and kicked the Upholstery out of an $80 chair. He could see the love-light glinting in the Eyes of Bernice. She had fallen for the Flukus. Kenneth was installed as Steady. When Bernice saw him turn the Corner and approach the House, he looked to her like Rupert, the long lost Heir while Father discerned only an insect too large to be treated with Powder. Kenneth was the kind of Sop that you see wearing Evening Clothes on a Colored Post-Card. If his private Estate had been converted into Pig Iron, he could have carried it in his Watch Pocket. [86] THE FATHER WHO JUMPED IN He was re-fined and had lovely Teeth, but those who knew him well believed the Story that when he was a Babe in Arms, the Nurse had let him fall and strike on the Head. He wore his Hair straight back and used Patent Leather dressing. He was full of Swank and put on much Side and wore lily-colored Spats and was an awful Thing all around, from Pa s point of view. In a crowd of Bank Directors he would have been a cheap Swivel, but among the Women Folks he was a regular Bright Eyes. When you passed through the Archway of his Intellectual Domain you found your self in the Next Block. But he could go into a Parlor and sprinkle Soothing Syrup all over the Rugs. He had a Vaudeville Education and a small Tenor Voice, with the result that [87] ADE S FABLES many a fluttering Birdie regarded him as the bona-fide Ketchup. Bernice thought she was lucky to have snared him away from the others, and she had slipped him the whispered Promise, come Weal, come Woe. She had no Mother to guide her, and it looked as if the Family was about to have a Bermuda wished on to it. No wonder Father was stepping sideways. He would come home in the evening and find the Mush perched on a Throne in the Spot Light, shooting an azure-blue Line of desiccated Drool, with Bernice sitting out in front and Encoring. Then he would retire to the back part of the House to bark at the Butler and act as if he had been eating Red Meat. He knew that if he elbowed in and tried to break up the Clinch, it would mean a Rope Ladder, a piece in the Papers, and [88] THE FATHER WHO JUMPED IN a final Reconciliation, with Parent playing the usual role of Goat. He was resolved not to put in the re mainder of his Days being panhandled by a Souffle who wore Dancing Pumps in the Daytime. The problem was to get shut of the Rodent without resorting to any Rough Stuff. Father never had heard tell of the Perils of Propinquity, and he thought Psychology had something to do with Fish. Just the same, he remembered about a Quail a day for 30 days, and he knew that the most agreeable Perfumery would not smell right if applied with a Garden Hose. Likewise, he suspected that many a Quarter-House would blow, if put into a two-mile Handicap. So he blocked out a Program which proved that Solomon had nothing on him. Instead of grilling young Kenneth and [89] ADE S FABLES holding him up to Contumely and forbid ding him the use of Cozy Corner, he started in to boost the Love Match. Kenneth all but moved in his Trunk. Father had a chance to weigh him, down to the last Ounce, and study the simple Mechanism of his transparent Personality. Father classified the would-be Child-in- Law as a Gobble, which means a Home- Wrecker who is still learning his Trade. The Candidate became a regular Boarder. Kenneth would sit right up close to old Cash-in-Hand, who would egg him on to tell Dialect Stories and, after that, show how to make a Salad. The Stories were some that Marshall Wilder stopped using in 1882 and since then have been outlawed on the Kerosene Circuit. After Bernice had heard these Almanac Wheezes 26 or 28 times, she would sit still [90] THE FATHER WHO JUMPED IN and look at the Center-Piece while Lover was performing. The Gags didn t sound as killing as they had at first, and sometimes she wished the Dear Boy would chop on them. No chance. Father had him kidded into believing that all the old ham-fat Riddles were simply Immense. As for that Salad Specialty, the poor Gink who calls loudly for English Mustard and thinks he is a Genius because he can rub a Bowl with a sprig of Garlic, may have his brief Hour of Triumph, but no man ever really got anywhere by doping Salad, when you stop to add it all up. Father would put the two young people together in the back of the Touring Car and ride them around for Hours at a time. Anybody who has cut in on one of those animated Automobile Conversations, while the salaried Maniac from France is hitting [91] ADE S FABLES up 42 miles an Hour, will tell you that the hind end of a Motor Vehicle is no good Trysting Place for an Engaged Couple. Bernice would get home after one of these wild swoops into the realm of the Death Angel, and totter to her room and lie down, and murmur: "I wonder what ailed Kenneth to-day. He seemed Pre occupied." That Same Evening, just when she needed Smelling Salts and Absolute Quiet, her enthusiastic Father would have Fiance up to Dinner to pull the same stale Reper toire and splash around in the Oil and Vinegar. If any Guests were present, then Father would play Introducer and tell them be forehand how good Kenneth was. When given his Cue, the Lad would swell up and spring a hot One about the Swede and the Irishman, while Bernice [92] THE FATHER WHO JUMPED IN would fuss with the Salt and wonder dimly if the Future had aught in store for her except Dialect Stuff. Father had read on a Blotter somewhere that Absence makes the Heart grow fonder, so he played his System with the Reverse English. He arranged a nice long trip by Land and Water and took the male Sweetheart along, so that the Doting Pair could be together at Breakfast. His cunning had now become diabolical. He was getting ready to apply the Supreme Test. Every Morning, when Bernice looked over her Baked Apple she saw nothing in this wide World except Kenneth, still reeking of Witch Hazel and spotted with Talcum Powder, and not very long on Sparkling Conversation. When he was propped up in the cold [93] ADE S FABLES Dawn, with his eyes partially open, he did not resemble a Royal Personage nearly as much as he had in some of his earlier Pho tographs. Father would order soft-boiled Eggs to be Eaten from the Shell. When Kenneth got around to these, he would cease to be a Romantic Figure for at least a few Min utes. Bernice would turn away in dread and look out at the swaying Trees and long to see some of her Girl Friends back home. After Kenneth had been served to her, three meals a day, for two Weeks and they had ridden together for Ages and Ages, in Pullman Compartments, she made certain horrible Discoveries. One of his Ears was larger than the other. He made a funny noise with his Adam s Apple when drinking Hot Coffee. When he was annoyed, he bit his nails. [94] THE FATHER WHO JUMPED IN When suffering from a Cold, he was Sniffy. The first time she became aware of the slight discrepancy in Ears, she suffered only a slight Annoyance. It handed her a tiny Pang to find a Flaw in a Piece of Work that she had regarded as Perfect. After she had seen nothing else but those Ears for many, many Days, it became evi dent to her that if Kenneth truly loved her, he would go and have them fixed. Likewise, every time her Heart s Delight lifted the Cup to his Ruby Lips, she would grip the Table Cloth with both Hands, and whisper to herself, "Now we get the Funny Noise." Kenneth, in the mean while, had found out that her Hair did not always look the same, but one who is striving to get a Meal Ticket for Life cannot be over-fastidious. He was Game and stood ready to obey [951 ADE S FABLES all Orders in order to pull down the Capital Prize. He had been such a Hit in the Maple- Sundae Set that he could not conceive the possibility of any Female becoming sati ated with his Society. The poor Loon never stopped to figure out that the only way to keep a Girl sitting up and interested is to stay away once in a while and give her a Vacation. Father was right on the Job to see that Bernice had no Vacation. He framed it up to give her a Foretaste of Matrimony every Day in the Week. If the Future Husband wandered more than thirty feet from her side, Father would nail him and Sic him on to her again. She would look up and say: "Oh, Fury! Look who s here again!" This was no way for a true-hearted Maiden to speak of her Soul Mate. [96] THE FATHER WHO JUMPED IN Father put the Cap Sheaf on his big Experiment by accepting an invitation to go Yachting. He put them side by side on Deck and told them to comfort each other, in case anything happened. They never could have been quite the same to each other after that Day. Bernice wanted to get back on Shore and hunt her Room and peel down to a Kimono and refuse any Callers for a Month. Even the accepted Swain was beginning to slow up. He could remember the time when he used to sit around with members of his own Sex. Father had no Mercy. He took the two Invalids back to Land and rounded them up for Breakfast next morning. When Kenneth appeared, he was slightly greenish in Color. [97] ADE S FABLES One Ear was three times as large as the other. He had caught a Sniffy Cold. In partaking of his Coffee he made Sounds similar to those coming through the Partition when the People in the adjoin ing Flat have trouble with the Plumbing. He saw Bernice glaring at him and bit his Nails in Embarrassment. Father felt the Crisis impending and laid on the last Straw. "I was trying to recall that Story," said he "the One about the German and the Dog." Bernice gave one Shriek and then dashed from the Room, making hysterical Outcries along the Corridor. Father told Kenneth to check all the Trunks for Home and then catch an early Train. Bernice was squirming about on the Hotel Sofa when Father entered the Room. [98] THE FATHER WHO JUMPED IN She threw herself into his Arms and passionately demanded, "Why, oh, why are you trying to force me into marrying that Creature?" MORAL: Don t get acquainted too soon. 199] THE NEW FABLE OF THE UPLIFTER AND HIS DANDY LITTLE OPUS ONCE there was a Litry Guy who would don his Undertaker s Regalia and the White Satin Puff Tie and go out of an Afternoon to read a Paper to the Wim- men. At every Tea Battle and Cookie Carnival he was hailed as the Big Hero. A good many pulsating Dulcineas who didn t know what "Iconoclast" meant, re garded him as an awful Iconolast. And cynical ? Mercy ! When he stood up in a Front Room and Unfolded his MS., and swallowed the Pep permint Wafer and began to Bleat, no one in the World of Letters was safe. [100] THE UPLIFTER AND HIS LITTLE OPUS He would wallop Dickens and jounce Kipling and even take a side-swipe at Luella Prentiss Budd, who was the Poet ess Laureate for the Ward in which he lived. Ever since his Stuff had been shot back by a Boston Editor with a Complimentary Note, he had billed himself as an Author and had been pointed out as such at more than one Chautauqua. Consequently his Views on Recent Fic tion carried much weight with the Carries. He loved to pile the Fagots around a Best Seller and burn it to a Cinder, while the Girls past 30 years of Age sat in front of him and Shuddered. As for the Drama, he could spread a New York Success on the marble-top Table and cjissect it until nothing was left but the Motif, and then he would heave that into the Waste Basket, there- [101] ADE S FABLES by leaving the Stage in America flat on its back. And if you mentioned Georgie Cohan to him, the Foam would begin to fleck his Lips and he would go plumb Locoed. After he had been sitting on the Fence for many years, booing those who tried to saw Wood, his Satellites began coaxing him to write something that would show up Charley Klein and Gus Thomas and all the other Four-Flushers who were raking in Royalties under False Pretenses. They knew he was a Genius, because nothing pleased him. He decided to start with something easy and dash off an Operetta. Having sat through some of the Cur rent Offerings, he noted that the Dialogue was unrelated to Real Literature and the Verses lacked Metrical Symmetry. It would be a Pipe for a sure-enough Bard [102] THE UPLIFTER AND HIS LITTLE OPUS to sit down on a Rainy Afternoon and grind out something that might serve as a Model for Harry B. Smith. So he had a Vase of Fresh Flowers put on his Desk every Day, and he would sit there, waiting for the Muse to keep her Date. At the end of a Month he had it all planned to lay the First Scene in front of a Palace with a Forest on the Back Drop so as to get a lot of Atmosphere. There was to be a Princess in the Thing, and a Picture of the long-lost Mother in the Locket and other New Stuff . He put in Hours and Hours hand-em broidering the Verses. When he made "Society" rhyme with "Propriety," he thought he was getting to be Gilbertian. While these Lyrics were still quivering, he would take them out and read them to [103] ADE S FABLES his wife and the Hired Girl and the man who attended to the Furnace, and get their Im partial Judgment. They agreed that it was Hot Gravy and too good for the Stage. Encouraged by these heart-felt Enco miums, he would hike back to the Study, shoot himself in the Arm with a hypo thetical Needle, and once more begin pick ing Grapes in Arcady. When People came up to the House, not knowing that he had been taken down with anything, he would own up that he was working on a Mere Trifle, and then, after being sufficiently urged, he would give a Reading. These Readings could have been headed off only by an Order of Court or calling out the State Guard. Inasmuch as the large-size Carnegie Medal for Heroism is waiting for the Caller who [1041 THE UPLIFTER AND HIS LITTLE OPUS has the immortal Rind to tell a poetical Pest that his output is Punk, the Author found himself smeared with Compliments after each of these parlor Try-Outs. They kidded him into thinking that he had incubated a Whale. When he had chewed up a Gross of Pencils and taken enough Tea to float the Imperator, the great Work was complete and ready to be launched with a loud Splash. He began to inquire the Name of some prominent Theatre Blokie who was a keen Student of the Classics and a Person of super-refined Taste. The man he sought had moved into the Poor House, so he compromised by ex pressing his typewritten Masterpiece to a Ringmaster whose name he had seen on the Three Sheets. It was marked, "Val uable Package." In a few months the hirelings of the [105] ADE S FABLES Company and the Driver of the Wagon became well acquainted with the Large Envelope containing the only Hope of the present decadent Period. Every time the Work came back to him with a brief printed Suggestion that any Male Adult not physically disabled could make $1.75 a day with a Shovel, the Author would appear at the Afternoon Club with another scathing arraignment of certain Commercial Aspects of the Modern Stage. He saw that it was over their Heads. It was too darned Dainty for a Flat- Head who spelt Art with a lower-case "a." Yet it was so drenched and saturated and surcharged with Merit that he resolved to have it done by Local Amateurs rather than see it lost to the World. The Music was written by Genius No. 2, working in a Piano Store. He had been writing Great Music for years. [106] THE UPLIFTER AND HIS LITTLE OPUS Whenever he heard anything catchy, he went home and wrote it. He was very Temperamental. That is, he got soused on about three, and, while snooted, would deride Victor Herbert, thus proving that he was Brilliant, though Er ratic. He had a trunkful of Tunes that were too scholarly for the Ikeys who publish Popular Trash. He fitted them on to the Libretto writ ten by the Litry Guy. When the two got together to run over the Book and Score, they were sure enthusiastic. The Author said the Lines were the best he had ever heard, and the Composer said the Numbers were all Gems. When the Home Talent bunch pulled the whole Affair before a mob of Personal Friends and a subsidized City Editor, it was a Night of Triumph for all concerned. [107] ADE S FABLES The trained and trusty Liars who, in every Community, wear Evening Clothes and stand around at Receptions, all crowded up to the Author and gave him the Cordial Mitt and boosted something scandalous. He didn t know that all of them Knocked after they got around the Dutch Lunch. He went home, sobbing with Joy. That night he nominated himself for the Hall of Fame and put it to a Vote, and there was not one Dissenting Voice. Every deluded Boob who can bat up Fungoes in his own Back Yard thinks he is qualified to break into a Major League and line out Two-Baggers. There was no holding the inspired Li brettist and the talented young Composer. They knew that the eager Public in 48 States was waiting for the Best Thing since "Robin Hood." The Author went up to the City and [108] THE UPLIFTER AND HIS LITTLE OPUS found a Manager who had a Desk and a lot of Courage and a varied experience in risking other people s Coin. After the two Geniuses had mortgaged their Homes, the Impresario was enabled to get some Scenery built and rally a large Drove of Artists most of them carrying Hand Bags. During Rehearsals the brutal Stage Man ager wanted to cut the Gizzard out of the Book and omit most of the sentimental Arias, but Mr. Words and Mr. Music emitted such shrieks of protest against the threatened Sacrilege that he allowed all the select home-made Guff to remain in the Script. He thought it would serve them right. When they gave the first Real Perform ance in a Dog Town on a drizzly evening in November, there was no Social Eclat to fill the sails. [109] ADE S FABLES The House was mostly Paper and there fore very Missouri. Also a full delegation from the Coffin- Trimmers Union with Cracked Ice in their Laps. They did not owe any Money to the Author or have any Kinfolk in the Cast, so they sat back with their Hands under them and allowed the pretty little Opera to die like an Outcast. The only Laugh in the Piece was when the Drop Curtain refused to work. After the Show the Manager met them at an Oyster House and told them they had eased a Persimmon to him. He said the whole Trick was a Bloomer. It was just as funny as a Wooden Leg. It needed much Pep and about two tons of Bokum. Both Words and Music refused to coun tenance any radical Changes. [110] THE UPLIFTER AND HIS LITTLE OPUS They said it would be another "Caval- leria" as soon as they could do it before an intelligent Audience of True-Lovers. The Ex-Minstrel Man said there wasn t no such Animal as an intelligent Play goer. The Simp that pushed his Metal into the Box Office wanted Something Doing every minute and many Gals, otherwise it was back to the Store-House and a Card in the Clipper. The Call on the Board read "Everybody at Ten," but the brainy Writer and the versatile Composer were not included. When they appeared at the Stage Door they were met by Props, who told them to get to a certain Place out of there. Standing in the Alley, they could hear Wails of Anguish, and they knew that their Child was having the Vital Organs removed. [ill] ADE S FABLES The celebrated Author of the Graveyard Rag had been summoned in haste. He was in charge of the Clinic taking out the Grammar and putting in Gags. The Duos and Ensembles were being dropped through the Trap Door to make way for recent Song Hits from the alcoholic Cabarets. The Ax fell right on the powdered Neck of the beautiful Prima Donna, who had studied for Grand Opera, but never had been able to find an Orchestra that would fit her Voice. Her Part was changed from a Princess to a Shop-Lifter and was assigned to Cissy St. Vitus, late of a Burlesque Bunch known as the Lady Bugs. The Tenor was given the Hook, and his sentimental Role was entrusted to a Head- Spinner who had acquired his Dramatic Schooling with the Ringling Circus. [112] THE UPLIFTER AND HIS LITTLE OPUS All of which comes under the head of whipping a Performance into Shape. When the two Geniuses sat out in front they recognized nothing except the Scenery and Costumes. Their idyllic Creation had been man gled into a roughhouse Riot, in which Disorderly Conduct alternated with the shameless Gyrations taught in San Fran cisco. The last Act had been omitted altogether without affecting the coherency of the Story. The Plot died just four minutes after -the Ring-Up. Although the Report showed 27 Encores and the Gate began to jump $80 a Night, both the intellectual Troubadour and the Student of Counter-Harmonies went to the Manager and cried on his Shoulder and said that their Beautiful Work had been ruined. [113] ADE S FABLES He called attention to the Chunk of Money tied up in Silk Tights and fireproof Borders. When it came to a show-down between Dough and Art he didn t propose to tear up his Meal Ticket. If they would beat it and stay hid and leave the Artists fatten up their Scenes, probably the Bloomer could be converted into a Knock-Out. While they were in the Sanitarium, the former Minstrel King and young Abie Fixit from the Music Foundry cut out the last vestiges of the Original Stuff and put in two Turns that had landed strong over the whole Orpheum Circuit. The romantic Operetta now became known as Another One of Those Things. It was eagerly discussed by Club Women and College Students. Good seats down in the Observation [114] THE UPLIFTER AND HIS LITTLE OPUS Rows were not to be had except at the Hotel News Stand. The Litry Guy and the Music-Maker came out of the Rest Cure to learn that they had registered a Hit and could get their names in "Who s Who." With the Royalty Checks coming in from the eastern Centers of Culture they were enabled to buy four-cylinder Cars with which to go riding in lonesome Country Lanes, far from the sight of a Bill-Board. When the Number Two Company came along presenting the Metropolitan Success in the One-Nighters, the reincarnated Gil bert and Sullivan packed up their Families and escaped to French Lick. It was a Sell-Out, because all the Mem bers of the Research Club wanted to see that new Dido called the Chicken Flop. There was no knocking at the Dutch Lunches that night. [115] ADE S FABLES Every one said the Show was a Bird, but they thought it was up to the Author to resign from the Baptist Church. MORAL: In elevating the Drama be sure to get it High enough, even if you have to make it a trifle Gamey. [116] He was dazed and horrified to find himself sud denly subjected to the demoralizing Influences of the Small Town THE NEW FABLE OF THE WANDER ING BOY AND THE WAYWARD PARENT ONCE there was a story-book Stripling who uncoupled himself from a Yahoo Set tlement and moseyed up to the Congested Crossings and the Electric Signs. In due time he returned, wearing Gloves and with his Teeth full of Gold. Ever since that historic Example it has been the daily desire of the Yokel, staked down in a County Seat, to walk in on Judge Gary and form a Partnership. It befell that after a High School Alumnus had gone to a Varsity and scaled the fear some heights of Integral and Differential Calculus, he came home to get some more [119] ADE S FABLES of Father s Shirts and Handkerchiefs and take a new Slant at Life s doubtful Vista, while getting his Board for nothing. The Town of his Nativity did not occupy many Pages in the statistical Census Re ports. In fact, all the travelling Troupers who had worked for K. and E. referred to it as a Lime, which is the same as a Lemon, only smaller. The ambitious Bachelor of Arts had a lot of Geological Data and College Fraternity Lore stowed away under his Mor tar-Board. His hopes were set on something more noble than a Chair and a Table and a Blotter in a dusty Office up the Stairway leading to Odd Fellows Hall. So he resolved to hit the long Trail lead ing to a Modern Babylon where the Even ing papers were on the Streets before Noon. He figured that a Gazimbat with a John C. Calhoun Forehead and a lot of inside [1*0] WANDERING BOY AND WAYWARD PARENT Dope on Hindoo Anthology could break into almost any Reservoir of Culture and bring home the Bacon. Parents were dead willing to have him migrate and take his Tailor Bills with him, but they shivered with Dread when it came time to ship him to Gomorrah. They knew all about the unbridled Dev iltry of the City, having seen the large colored Illustrations in the Sunday Papers. They had it on good Authority that the whole sub-stratum of Urban Existence w r as honeycombed with Rathskellers, while a Prominent Actress waited on almost every Corner, soliciting Travel on the Taxicab Route to the everlasting Coke Ovens. While Elmer s fragile Steamer Trunk was being hoisted into the Dray, all the Rela tions who had assisted in bringing him up by Hand clustered around the Melodeon and sang, "Oh, where is my Boy to-night?" [ 121 1 ADE S FABLES After the Day Coach had pulled away from the Depot, he opened the Shoe-Box to extract a Crull and found a Book written by T. DeWitt Talmage, in which many Passages were marked. He arrived at Union Station with his Fingers crossed. He told himself that he would break into a Dog Trot every time Vice beckoned to him. After he had hung up his Diploma and Razor Strop in the third-story Recess of a very naughty Beanery, he hunted up some of the dear old Pals with whom he had bunked in the Dorm. They told him they would put him next to a lot of nice clean People. He began to tremble, fearing that some one was about to offer him Champagne, but the Orgy to which they conducted him was merely a meeting of the Civic Purifiers in a basement underneath a Church. [122] WANDERING BOY AND WAYWARD PARENT He had not expected to find any Churches in the great wicked City. He thought each side of the Street would be built up solidly with Syndicate Theatres, Baccha nalian Bazaars, and Manicure Pitfalls. Instead of finding Vice triumphant, he learned that it was being chased up an Alley by the entire Police Force and the Federation of Women s Clubs. He had the gift of Gab and a natural thirst for Tea, and the first thing he knew he had been drawn into so many Campaigns for Social Betterment that he had no time to hunt up conventional Temptations, such as the Welsh Rabbit or the Musical Comedy. He found himself sitting next a new type of Lassie. She had no Heels on her Shoes, pronounced each Syllable distinctly, and believed that her Mission in Life was to carry Maeterlinck to the Masses. [123] ADE S FABLES In nearly every Instance she had a Father who acted as frozen Figurehead for some Trust Company. Consequently, Elmer began to perk up and serve on Committees which met in Exclusive Homes and were entirely sur rounded by Mahogany. Whenever an Intellectual Queen pushed the Button, Elmer was right there with a Pitcher of Ice Water. His Researches had proved to him that one of the Keenest Enjoyments of City Life is to remain away from the glaring Lobster Palace, especially when one can get one s Mallard Duck free of charge in a Flat renting for $6000 a Year. Elmer became identified with the Clean ing Brigade of the Reform Element simply by riding on the Current of Events. Adapting himself unconsciously to his antisepticized Environment, he acquired [124] WANDERING BOY AND WAYWARD PARENT the Art of putting over the saccharine Ex temporaneous Address, and he could smile, with his Teeth exposed, for an Hour at a time. In fact, he was a great Success. At first he took in the Symphony Or chestra because he was dragged thither. After about t\vo years the Virus had per meated his System, and he was a regular Brahmsite. If he didn t get a full dose of Peer Gynt every few days, he was as ner vous as a Cat. The tall and straight-grained Heiress who finally landed him was only too glad to slip him the Bank-Book and tell him to go and sit in with the other Directors. And now, having become a shiny Pillar in the Presbyterian Temple and one of the most respected Umbrella-Carriers on the Avenue, he felt a longing to beat it back to the home Burg and exhibit his Virtues to [125] ADE S FABLES the members of the I-Knew-Him-When Club. He wanted to patronize the Friends of his Youth and note the Expressions of Discomfiture on the so-called Faces of Aunt Lib and Uncle Jethro, both of whom had told around that he was a Gnat (Net) and never would amount to a Hill of Beans. Elmer expected to find the same spotted Dog asleep in front of the Commercial Hotel and the same Stick Candy exhibited in the Show Windows. But, while he had been witnessing the downfall of Evil in the busy Metropolis, the Home Town had been putting on a little Side-Show of its own. Along at the gateway of the 20th Cen tury, every undersized Hamlet shown in the Atlas became seized with a Desire to throw on City Lugs. The same Father who had marked the [126] WANDERING BOY AND WAYWARD PARENT Talmage Book for Elmer became Chair man of the House Committee in a Club which undertook to serve anything usually found on either side of a Cash Register. Being in the heart of the Residence Dis trict, this select Organization could not obtain a regular License. However, having the moral support of the Best People, it maintained a Blind Pig. The combination of Blind Pig, two play ful Kitties up-stairs, and a lot of gay Dogs spread out on the upholstered Chairs, cer tainly proved to be some Menagerie. It was a matter of Pride with the Mem bers that the Colored Boy could shake up anything known to the Regular Trade at the Knickerbocker or the Plaza. One of their main Delights, also, was to welcome the Stranger, who thought he was sojourning among the Rubes, and lead him into the Roodle Department, the pur- [127] ADE S FABLES pose being to get him out on a Limb and then saw off the Limb. Poker was written in a Small Town. The Hay-Mow Graduate with a limited In come, who counts up every Night and sets aside so much for Wheat Cakes, can hold them closer to his Bosom and play them tighter than any Shark that ever floated down the Mississippi. The newcomer who tried to be Liberal usually went home in his Stocking Feet. Day by Day the Progressive Element in the Community widened its Horizon, and the Country Club became a Necessity. The 9-hole Course was laid out by a Scotch Professional, and every Locker con tained something besides Clubs. When the Church Bells were ding-dong ing at 10 A. M. on Sunday, the former Teacher of the Bible Class and the back sliding Basso of the Choir would be zig- [128] ; WANDERING BOY AND WAYWARD PARENT zagging around the Links, the Stake being a Ball a Hole. Elmer s Father became a Demon with the Irons and had his Name engraved on a Consolation Cup. Simultaneous with the Golf Epidemic, a good many Families that could not afford Kitchen Cabinets began to glide around in red Touring-Cars. Any one smelling the Blue Smoke along Main Street and then looking both ways before dashing across to the Drug Store was compelled to admit that the Jays had awakened from their Long Sleep. Refined Vawdyville was on tap daily, and the Children of those who were only moderately well-to-do knew all the latest improper Songs. While the men were changing from Jump ers to Tuxedos, the Sisters had not remained stationary. [129] ADE S FABLES The Lap Supper was formally abolished soon after Puff Sleeves went out. Girls who had been brought up on Par- chesi and Muggins would sit around the Bridge Table all afternoon, trying to cop out some Lace for the new Party Dress. An imported Professor taught the Buds how to Tango and Trot. Within a week after a new one had hor rified Newport, the Younger Set would have it down pat and be mopping up the floor with one another. Of course they were denounced by the local Ministers, but the Guilty Parties never heard the Denunciations, as they were out Motoring at the time. Whenever there was a Big Session, all Bridles were removed and the Speed Limit abolished. Riding home in the Livery Hacks about 4 A. M., the Merry-Makers would be all in, [130] WANDERING BOY AND WAYWARD PARENT but much gratified to know that Vienna and Paree had nothing on them as regards Rough House. All the Elite would get together and open a Keg of Spikes at the slightest Provocation. It was remarkable how much Dull Care they could banish in one Evening, espe cially if they got an Early Start. The Town Pump did a punk Business, but the Side-Boards blossomed with Fusel Oil and Fizzerine. Intense Excitement prevailed when word came that Elmer was En Route. Little Knots of People could be seen standing on the Corners, framing a Schedule of En tertainment which involved nearly every thing except Sleep. They said to themselves: "It is up to us to show this proud Pill from the City that we can be a bit Goey when the Going is right. If he thinks he can pull any new [131] ADE S FABLES Wrinkles on the Provincials, he is entitled to another Think. We must get into our Evening Glads early this Afternoon and clear the Decks for a Hard Night." While they were making these grim Preparations, Elmer was doubled up in Section 8, reading a sterilized Magazine from Boston. Subconsciously he counted the peaceful Days that would ensue. He figured on going back to the dear old Room under the Eaves, with a patch-work Quilt on the Four-Poster and a Steel En graving of U. S. Grant on the Wall. Having devoted many Days to the An nual Report of the Purity Brigade, he was due to turn in at 9 o clock each evening, while recuperating in the Country. The sanctified Product of the new and regenerative Influences at work in every City was plunked down in the Hot-bed of Gaiety at about 4 P. M. [132] WANDERING BOY AND WAYWARD PARENT The Comrades of his Boyhood were massed on the Platform. As he alighted, they sang, "Hail ! Hail ! the gang s All Here ! " and so on and so on. They had acquired a Running Start. It was their belief that Elmer would be grati fied to know that all the Elect had become slightly spiffed in his Honor. They sent his Stuff up to the House, crowded Two- Weeks Cards into his Pock ets, and bore him away in a Town Car to the Club, where Relays were waiting to extend Hospitality to the returned Exile until he was Plastered. They seemed to think he had devoted the years of his Absence to building up a Thirst. Their Dismay was genuine when he timidly informed the Irrigation Committee that he desired Vichy. They told him he was a Celluloid Sport [133] ADE S FABLES and that his refusal to Libate was little short of an Affront. Escaping from the Comanches, he hur ried to the Old Homestead to sit by the Grate Fire and tease the Cat. He found Pa and Ma dolled up like a couple of aristocratic Equines, much Awn ing over the Front Stoop, and strange Waiters hot-footing through the Hallways. In order to make it seem as much like the City as possible, they had ribbed up a swell combination Gorge and Deluge, to be followed by an Indoor Circus, a Car nival of Terpsichorean Eccentricities, and a correct Reproduction of Monte Carlo at the height of the Season. Therefore, when their Only Child sug gested that he would fain hie to the Husks at a Reasonable Hour, they told him that Slumber was made for Slaves and to take his Feet out of his Lap and move around. [134] WANDERING BOY AND WAYWARD PARENT Having led a sheltered Life among the devotees of Jane Addams and Jacob Riis, he was dazed and horrified to find himself suddenly subjected to the demoralizing In fluences of the Small Town. They scoffed at him when he said that his regular twilight Repast was a saucer of granose Flakes, a mere sliver of White Meat, and some diluted Milk. His home was near the White Light Dis trict, and they just knew that he was^ac- customed to bathe in the Bubbles. He sat back benumbed for many hours watching the wicked Rustics perform. He had read about such things in the reports of the Commission, but this was the first time that he had ever really been Slumming. When he weakened on the Bumper Propo* sition and disavowed any familiarity with the Texas Tommy spasm or the fine points [135] ADE S FABLES of Auction, the sophisticated ones ex changed significant Glances. They tumbled to the Fact that Elmer was not such a much, even if he did reside at Headquarters. It was evident that he had not been travelling with the Real Raz- mataz Rompers. He was panned to a Whisper next day. The Verdict was in. Elmer was branded as a Dead One. He is now in the crowded City, trying to arrange to have his rowdy Parents come on and take the Cure. MORAL: Those having the most Time to devote to a Line of Endeavor usually be come the most Proficient. [136 THE NEW FABLE OF WHAT TRANS PIRES AFTER THE WIND-UP ONCE upon a time Ferdinand breathed right into Adele s translucent Listener those three Words which hold all Records as monosyllabic Trouble-Makers . They have a harmless look on the Printed Page, but when pulled at the Psychological turn of the Road, they become the Funeral Knell of Bachelor Freedom and a Prelude to cutting the String on whatever has been put by. The Serpent, operating in the guise of a Lover in a Serge Suit, had lured, cajoled, wheedled, and finessed until the poor trembling Child, only twenty-four years of Age, was alone with him in what the Land- [137] ADE S FABLES scaper had worked off on her Papa as a Formal Garden. They stood clinched there in the dull Sunset Glow, with a Pergola for a Back ground. It was all very Belasco and in strict compliance with the League Rules laid down by W. Somerset Maugham. According to the $2 Drama and every bright red Volume selling for $1.18 at a Department Store, this was THE END The Curtain began to descend very slowly, with Ferdinand and Adele holding the Picture. It seems, however, that they had not come to the real, sure-enough Finis. The Terminus was some distance down the Line. The Curtain refused to fall. "What is the idea?" asked Adele, some what perturbed. "We have hit the log ical Climax of our Romance. As I under- [138] AFTER THE WIND-UP stand it, we are now supposed to ascend in a Cloud and float through Ethereal Bliss for an indefinite Period. "Right-o!" said Fiance. "According to all the approved Dope, we are booked to live happily ever after." Just then Her Best Friend came rapidly down the Gravel Walk with Anxiety sten ciled on her Features. The accepted Swain seemed to hear a low rumbling Wagnerian Effect from out the Clear Sky. In Music-Drama it is known as the Hammer Theme. It is included in the Curriculum at every Fern Sem. Ferdinand had a Hunch that somebody was getting ready to drop Cyanide of Po tassium into his Cup of Joy. "Oh, Adele!" said the Friend, just like that. "Oh, Adele, may I speak to you for aMo-munt?" [139] ADE S FABLES Ferdinand made his Exit, much peeved, and the Friend expressed a Hope that she had arrived in time to throw the Switch and avert the Wrecking of a Life. Far be it from her to Snitch, but it was her Duty to put Adele wise to what every one was whispering Under Cover. She had no absolute Proof that he had carried on with a Front Row Floss in New Haven, but it was Common Talk that one of his Uncles had been a Regular at a Re treat where the Doctor shoots a Precious Metal into the Arm. It would be terrible to marry someone and then find out that he Drank, the same as all the other Married Men. Leaving Adele in a Deep Swoon, the true Friend hurried to the nearest Public Phone to spread the dismal Tidings. In the meantime the elated Lover had loped all the way to the University Club [140] AFTER THE WIND-UP to spring it on the Navajos and receive their Felicitations. His Rapture had rendered him fairly incoherent, and he was gurgling like an after-dinner Percolator; but he finally made it evident that he had been Hooked. A deep Silence ensued, most of those present looking out the Window at the passing Traffic. Finally a Shell-Back, who had been leading a Life of Single Torment ever since Sumter was fired upon, asked in a sepulchral Tone and without looking up from his Hand, "Has the Date been set?" Ferdinand tried to tell them that he was going to the Altar and not to the Electric Chair, but he couldn t get a single Slap on the Back. The only one evincing Interest was a He-Hen named Herbert, who took him into [141] ADE S FABLES the Cloak-Room to plant a few Canadian Thistles in the Garden of Love. Herb said he had always liked the Girl, even if she had given a couple of his Best Pals the Whillykathrow. His Advice was to up and marry her be fore she had time to pull one of her tem peramental Stunts and hand out the Rinka- boo. Possibly if she could be weaned away from her eccentric Relations and governed with a Firm Hand she would turn out O. K. Still, it was a tall Gamble. Under the Circumstances, he didn t see that there was anything for Ferdinand to do except mop up a few Drinks and hope for the Best. When Ferdy looked at himself in the Mirror at Midnight, he didn t know whether he was Engaged or merely operating under a Suspended Sentence. Next morning he had to bare his Soul to [142] AFTER THE WIND-UP the Head of the Firm. This revered Fluff should have been known as Mr. Yes-But. He was strong for the Married State, but it was highly advisable to have the Girl analyzed by a Chemist and passed upon by a Board of Experts before a Bid was sub mitted. The Sunflower Paths of Dalliance were leading mostly to Reno, Nevada, and the Article commonly known as Love was merely a disinclination to continue eating Breakfast alone. He said a Good Woman was a Jewel, but if one of them got a fair Run and Jump at a Check-Book she could put the National City Bank on the Hummer. Probably it was all right to go ahead, and take the High Hurdle, but the Percentage was against the Candidate, and the Cost of Living was never so altitudinous. Ferdinand retired from the Royal Pres- [143] ADE S FABLES ence feeling that he had been duly author ized to walk a Tight Rope over Niagara Falls. As soon as the Bride-Elect had taken enough Headache Powders to prepare her for the Ordeal, she sent for the Suspect to come up to the House and outline his Defense. They put in a humid Evening. When the falling Tears had made the Drawing- Room too soppy for further use, they moved into the Hallway and he continued to think up Alibis. At 11 P. M. he had explained Every thing, repudiated many lifelong Friend ships, deodorized his College Career, flouted the Demon Rum, and resigned from all Clubs. The Birds were singing up and down the Main Stairway and Grandfather s Clock played nothing but Mendelssohn. [144] AFTER THE WIND-UP She lay damply pillowed on his Bosom. He was intensely relieved and yet vaguely conscious of the Fact that she had beat him to it. There had been a General Settle ment, and he had figured merely as Supreme Goat. In his anxiety to get the Kinks out of his own Record he had failed to hold her up for anything except a Pardon. Before terminating the Peace Confer ence, it was suggested that inasmuch as every one else in the World had been noti fied, probably it would be just as well to let her Male Parent in on the Secret. Not that Father is regarded as a Principal in the up-to-date Household. Still, he is use ful as a Super. The old Gentleman was so soft that he nearly tipped his Hand. He gave Fer dinand a regular Cigar and then stalled for about 30 Seconds before indicating [145] ADE S FABLES a Willingness to sign any form of Con tract. He pulled the Old One to the effect that the House would not seem the same after Addie had gone away, meaning that Break fast would be served in the Morning and the Night Shift abolished. When Ferdinand got back to his Room and counted up, he had to admit that Father was the only Outsider who seemed to be plugging for the Alliance. But all petty Suspicions and unworthy Doubts flickered and disappeared when Nightfall came and Queenie was once more cuddled within the strong right Fin, nam ing over some of the Men that he mustn t speak to any more. The course of True Love ran smooth for a couple of Days, and then came a letter from his People, expressing the hope that he had picked out a devout Unitarian. [146] AFTER THE WIND-UP Otherwise the Progeny would start off under a terrible Handicap. He knew that Adele favored the Suffrage Thing and that she had read a Book on how to recover from a Dance by lying down and giving a Recitation, but he never had sus pected her of any real Religious Scruples. Before he could tell her how the Little Ones had been predestined, she notified him that her kinsmen had been peering into the Future and that all the problematical Offspring had been put on the Waiting List at the First Baptist Church. Here \vas a grand Opening for Ferdinand. He resolved to make a Stand and issue a ringing Ultimatum. He might as well tip it off to her and the whole Tribe that he was to be Caesar in his own Shack. So he went up to her House ready to die in the last Ditch rather than yield to the advocates of Immersion. After viewing [147] ADE S FABLES the Problem in all its Aspects, he and Honey compromised by deciding that the Bairns were to be orthodox Baptists. Having sponged every Blot from the Escutcheon and laid out the Labels for all Generations yet unborn, the incipient Ben edick thought there would be nothing more to it except Holding Hands and watching the Calendar. Just then a Dress-Maker swooped down and stole away the Light of his Life. Every time he went up to scratch on the Door and beg for a Kiss, a Strange Lady with Pins in her Mouth would come out and shoo him away, explaining that the Pearl of Womanhood was laid out in the Operating Room, being measured for some thing additional. Occasionally he saw her, at one of the many Dinners decreed by Custom. They had to sit Miles apart, with Mountains of [148] AFTER THE WIND-UP unseemly Victuals stacked between them, while some moss-grown Offshoot of the Family Tree rose and conquered his Asthma long enough to propose a Toast to the Bride. What they really craved was a Dim Cor ner and a box of Candied Cherries. The only Speeches they wished to hear could have been constructed out of the 40 words of standard Baby Talk, comprising what is known as the Mush Vocabulary. Yet they had to muster the same old property Smile every time that Charley Bromide or old Mr. Platitude lifted a shell of sparkling Vinegar and fervently ex claimed, "Thuh Bride!" Even after the Menu had been wrecked and the satiated Revelers had laboriously pried themselves away from the decorated Board, there was no escape. The Women Folks led Adele away to some remote Apartment to sound a Few [1491 ADE S FABLES Warnings, while the Men sat around in the Blue Smoke and joshed Ferdinand to a fare-ye-well. Each morning he found in his Mail a few Sealed Orders from Headquarters and about as many Stage Directions as would be re quired for putting on the Annual Show at the Hippodrome. When he was not begging some one to come and Ush for him, he was either check ing over the Glove List with a terrified Best Man or getting measured for a full layout of dark Livery that made him look like a refined Floor- Walker. It seemed that Adele had a Step-Mother who had been crouched for Years waiting for a chance to bust into the Papers. Nothing would do her but a regular Mad ison Square Phantasmagoria, with two Rings and an elevated Platform. She wanted Ribbons down the Aisle and [150] AFTER THE WIND-UP little Girls sprinkling Posies, a Concert Orchestra buried under the Palms, and a few extra Ministers of the Gospel just to dress the Pulpit. Every superfluous Accessory devised by the Nerve Specialist and approved by the Court of Bankruptcy was woven into the Nuptial Circus when Ferdinand and Adele were made one and Unhookable. The Rehearsals somewhat resembled the Moving Pictures of the Durbar at Delhi. As a final Preparation for the Stupendous Pageant, the Groom sat up all night in the Dipsomania Club, w r atching the Head-Liners of the Blue Book demolish Glassware. According to the dictates of Fashion, one who is about to assume the solemn Responsibilities of Matrimony should ab stain from Slumber for a week, devoting the time thus saved to a full consideration of Food and Drink. [151] ADE S FABLES The Ambulance bore his Remains to the Church. A few faithful Hang-Overs lifted him through the Portals, with his Toes dragging somewhat in the Rear. They propped him against a Pilaster and told him his Name and begged him not to weaken, no matter what the Preacher might put up to him. Soon after he saw a Haggard Creature all fluffed about with White advancing unsteadily toward him. With the Make- Up, she did not look a Day over 47. He did not hear any of the Service, but those who were more fortunate told him afterward that it was a very Pretty Wed ding, and that the Presents they got were Simply Great. MORAL: Too many Trained Nurses discommode Cupid. 152] Nearly every evening the Tradesman would back up to the Student Lamp and put in a deliri ous half -hour with the Views THE DREAM THAT CAME OUT WITH MUCH TO BOOT ONCE there was a provincial Tradesman who gave his Yokemate a Christmas Pres ent. It was a kind of Dingus formerly exhibited on the What-Not in almost every polite Home. By peering through at the twin Pho tographs and working it like a Slide Trom bone, one could get ravishing glimpses of Trafalgar Square, Lake Como, and the Birthplace of Bobby Burns. Nearly every evening the Tradesman would back up to the Student Lamp and put in a delirious half -hour with the Views. While gazing up the Rue de Rivoli or across the rice paddies at the snowy cap [155] ADE S FABLES of Fuji, his Blood would become het by the old boyhood Desire to sail across the Blue to Foreign Parts. Those who saw him mowing the Lawn little suspected that he was being inwardly eaten by the Wanderlust. The Tradesman, Edwin by name, and his Managing Director, Selena, formed the magic-lantern Habit away back in the days of Stoddard. They never missed a chance to take in Burton Holmes. Sitting in the darkness, they would hold hands and simply eat those Colored Slides. Selena belonged to a Club that was try ing to get a side-hold on the Art and Archi tecture of the Old World. She had a smouldering Ambition to ride a Camel in the Orient and then come home and put it all over a certain proud Hen who had spent six weeks in Europe. One visit to Niagara Falls and a glorious [156] THE DREAM week of Saengerfest at Cincinnati had sim ply whetted her desire to take Edwin by the hand and beat it all the way around the Globe, via Singapore. To prepare her self for the Grand Tour, she took 12 les sons in French and read up on the Taj Mahal. She had to wait patiently until Edwin was threatened with a Nervous Break- Down. At last the Happy Day arrived when the Specialist told him he must make his choice between a long Sea Voyage and a slow ride to the Family Lot. Selena used Hydraulic Pressure in pack ing her Wardrobe Trunks. She took all her circus Duds and a slew of Hats so that she could make the proper Front, while being entertained Abroad. Edwin had secured a Passport which identified him as a male white Person, en titled to all the Courtesies and Privileges [157] ADE S FABLES usually extended to an American Citizen holding a Passport. They were on the verge of the Jumps when they boarded the Train, but they hoped to Relax and get a lot of Sleep on the Ocean Greyhound. A few days later they were curled up in a Cabin de Luxe about the size of a Telephone Booth, waiting for the Ocean Greyhound to recover from an attack of Hydrophobia. When they tottered down the Gang- Plank, after six days on the playful North Atlantic, their only Comfort was derived from the knowledge that, as soon as they had rested up, they could write home and quote the Second Officer as saying it was the roughest Passage he had ever Known. After spending a few days in London, trying to get warm, they moved on to Paris, which they remembered long after- [158] THE DREAM ward on account of Napoleon s Tomb and the price of Strawberries. Selena pulled her tall-grass French on a Hackman, but there was nothing doing. He had taken it from a different Teacher. So they employed a Guide who knew all the Shops. If Selena happened to admire a Trinket or some outre Confection with Lace slathered on it, a perfumed Apache in a Frock Coat would take Edwin into a side room, give him the sleeve across the Wind-Pipe, and bite a piece out of his Let ter of Credit. Edwin did a little quick work with the Pencil and said they could either hurry on or else hie back to the Home Town and be gin Life all over again. Three weeks after saying good-bye to Griddle Cakes they were in Naples, which they had seen pictured on so many Calen dars. [159] ADE S FABLES Looking back across the Centuries they recalled the Clerks standing in the Door ways and the friends of the Progressive Euchre Club. It was sweet to remember that the world was not made up entirely of cadging Head Waiters. Once in a while they would venture from the Hotel to run footraces with the yelping Lazzaroni or try to look at Vesuve without paying seven or eight members of the Ca- morra for the Privilege. After being chased back into the Hotel, they would sit down and address Post- Cards by the Hour, telling how much they were enjoying the stay in Napoli, home of Song and Laughter. Their only chance of catching even on the Imperial Suite at $9 a Day was to make the Folks back at the Whistling Post think they were playing Guitars and dancing the Tarantella, whatever that is. [160] THE DREAM Next we see them in Egypt, still address ing Post-Cards, and offering anything with in Reason for a good Cup of Coffee. Somehow, sitting in the dusky Tombs didn t seem to help their Nostalgia. Not that they would own up to being Home-Sick. No, indeed ! They kept writ ing back that they enjoyed every Minute spent among the Cemeteries and Ruins, or sailing up the Nile, and Edwin was holding up wonderfully, for an Invalid. Only, when either of them spoke of the Children, or Corned-Beef Hash, or the Canary, a long Silence would ensue, and then the Nervous Wreck would cheer her by computing that they would be in God s Country within four months, if they es caped Shipwreck, Sunstroke, and Bubonic Plague. While parboiling themselves down the Red Sea it began to soak in on them that, [1611 ADE S FABLES east of Suez, the Yank has about as much standing as the Ten Commandments. They could have endured sleeping in a Trough and bathing with a damp Towel and eating Food kept over from the year before, if their Fellow Voyagers had made a slight fuss over them or evinced some in terest in the wonders of North America. The Congressman at home had assured them, on numerous occasions, that Colum bia was the Jim of the Ocean and the most upholstered portion of the entire Foot- Stool. Consequently, it was somewhat discon certing to meet British Subjects who never had heard of Quincy, Illinois, and who moved their Deck Chairs every time they were given a chance to hear about it. Back in the Middle West, Edwin and Selena had been Mountains arising from the Plain. At all points beyond Green- [162] THE DREAM wich, they were simply two unconsidered fragments of Foreign Substance. The Passport did not seem to get them anything. While being walked upon by the haughty Tea-Drinkers they could not claim the protection of the American Flag, because they didn t see the Starry Banner after leaving New York, except in front of a Fake Auction Sale, arranged especially for Tourists. By the time they found themselves in that vast bake-oven known as India they were benumbed and submissive and had settled into a Routine. They would arrive in a New Town, fly to the Hotel, unpack, go out and buy their colored Post-Cards, come back to the Dump (usually called the Grand Hotel Victoria), address Cards to all the Names on the list, then pack up, pay the Overcharges, and ride to the Railway Station, accompanied [163] ADE S FABLES by a small regiment of Bashi-Bazouks who were looking for Theirs. The sight of a Temple threw Edwin into a Relapse, but he would have given $8,000 for one look at the galvanized Cornice of the Court House. Selena was still buying Souvenirs, but doing it mechanically, as if in a Trance. They had been stung with so many Ori ental Phoneys and stuck *up so often that they had gone Yellow and lost their Nerve. When they saw an outstretched Palm, they came across without a Whimper. Cousin Ella, back among the Corn Fields, pictured them as riding a caparisoned Ele phant up to the marble Palace of the Gaek- war of Baroda, where Edwin would flash his Passport and then the distinguished Guests would be salaamed to the Peacock Throne. Nothing like it. They were led up to [164] THE DREAM highly odorous Bazaars conducted by lineal Descendants of the 40 Thieves. Often, while riding in the dusty Cattle Cars and looking out at the parched Plains, they would think of the shaded Front Porch, only 5 minutes from Barclay s Drug Store, where they sold the Ice Cream Soda. Moaning feebly, they would return to the italicized Guide Book. The Chow consisted largely of Curry and Rice, the medicinal flavor of which was further accentuated by Butter brought in Tins all the way from Sweden. Although the Heat was intense, they found occasional Relief in sitting next the Britons and getting a few Zephyrs direct from the Ice-Box. Each day they would purchase a News paper about the size of a Bed-Spread and search eagerly for American News. Once in a while they would learn that Congress [165] ADE S FABLES had met or another Colored Person had been burned at the Stake. It cheered them immensely to know that the Land of the Free was still squirming. At Rangoon they met a weary Country man headed in the opposite direction. He was a hard-faced Customer who was fight ing the Climate with Gin and Bitters, but they fell upon him and wanted to Kiss him when they learned that he had once met Selena s Uncle at Colorado Springs. They told him how to save time in getting across India, and he gave them a list of Places in China and Japan that might be dodged to advantage. Year after year in the months of March and April they continued on their tedious Way through the burning Tropics. Sometimes they came to a discouraged belief that the World was one bluey ex panse, disturbed by Flying Fish. [166] THE DREAM Then they would spend weary Ages along the avenues of white Lime-Kilns, looking at Countless millions of hungry Brunettes in fluttering Nighties. Their principal Occupation, when not setting down Expressions of Delight on the Post-Cards, was to study Time-Tables and cable ahead for Reservations. The Invalid s one desire was to get home and take a regular Bath before being laid out. Hong Kong pleased them exceedingly because they learned, by consulting Mr. Mercator s Projection, that they were on the Home Stretch and, with Luck in their favor, might live to see another Piece of Huckleberry Pie. Japan they liked the best of all. At Yokohama they received a bundle of Dailies only six weeks old, giving full Particulars of a Wedding and telling who was about to run for Mayor. [167] ADE S FABLES As soon as they were on the Pacific and headed for a refined Vaudeville Show, they began to recover the brave Spirit of Travel and blow about what they had seen. The Towns and Temples and Tombs and Treasures of Art were all jumbled together, but, by daily reference to Baedeker and Murray, they were enabled to find out where they had been and what they had seen with their own Eyes and how it im pressed them at the time. Before touching at Honolulu they were real enthusiastic about India. They ad vised the awe-stricken Listener who had not been all the Way around to be sure and take in Penang and Johore and, if neces sary, they would give him Letters of In troduction. They said it had been a Wonderful Ex perience. Yes, indeed. And broadening. Very. Then Edwin would wander to the [168] THE DREAM front end of the Ship and want to climb out on the Bowsprit so as to be in Frisco ahead of anybody else. He convalesced rapidly as they approached the Golden Gate, for he knew that in a few days he would unpack for good and gallop down to the office and not have to worry about Travelling. The only Dark Cloud on the Shore hung above the Custom House. They looked at all the Junk wished upon them by the simple Children of the Far East and didn t know whether to declare it for what it cost or what it was really worth. Being conscientious Members of the Church, they modified their Perjury and smuggled only the usual amount of Carv ings and hand-embroidered Stuff. Two hours after landing, Edwin saw a Porter-House Steak and burst into tears. They sped eastward by the first Train, [169] ADE S FABLES still busy with the little Red Books, for they knew they would have to answer a lot of Questions. " Shall we own up and tell them the Aw ful Truth? " asked Selena. "Not on your Esoteric Buddhism," re plied Edwin. "We never will be rewarded for our Sufferings unless we convince the Neighbors that we had a run for our Money. It was a troubled Nightmare, in Spots, but when I lecture in the Church Parlor I am going to burn Joss Sticks and pull every variety of Bunk made famous by Sir Ed win Arnold and Lafcadio Hearn." On the following Tuesday, Selena ap peared at the Club with her Mandarin Coat and the long Hindoo Ear-Rings. She had them frozen in their Chairs. MORAL: Be it ever so Hard to Take, there is no Place like away from Home. [170] THE NEW FABLE OF THE TOILSOME ASCENT AND THE SHINING TABLE-LAND ONCE upon a time, out in the Rubber Boot Reservation, the Stork came stagger ing up to a Frame Dwelling with a hefty Infant. The arrival was under the Zodi acal Sign of Taurus, the Bull. Every Omen was propitious. When the Gallery was admitted, on the third day, the gaping Spectators observed that the Youngun had an open Counte nance, somewhat like a Channel Cat, a full head of Hair bushing at the nape of the neck, and a hypnotic Eye; so they knew he was destined for the Service of the Public. Even while he was in the custody of the [m] ADE S FABLES Old Women of the Township, he began reaching for everything he saw and testing his Voice. He claimed his Rations fre quently and with insistence. While he was demonstrating an elastic Capacity, the head Prophetess called at tention to his aggressive Style and pre dicted a political Career. It was a cinch Horoscope, for the Be getters were a successful Auctioneer and a Poetess of local repute. The Child was christened Sylvester, in anticipation of his Future Greatness. Several years later, when he rebelled against going to the Barber Shop and began to speak Pieces on the slightest provoca tion, the Parents rejoiced over these bud ding symptons of Statesmanship and bought him a Drum. At school he was a Dummy in Mathe matics and a Lummux when it came to [172] THE TOILSOME ASCENT Spelling Down, but every Friday afternoon he was out in the lead, wearing Bells. Before he acquired a Vocabulary or accu mulated Data, he got by on his Nerve. In later years he never forgot that Facts are non-essential if the Vocal Cords are in tune. When the Pupils tackled the old stand by, "Resolved, that Education is better than Riches," he could tremolo on the Af firmative one week and then reverberate for the Negative one w^eek later, never doubting his ow T n Sincerity at any stage of the Game. The grinding classmates w^ho had se cured the mark of A in Geometry and Rhet oric were not in the running on Commence ment Day. Our Hero got his Diploma on a Fluke, but when he appeared on the Rostrum between an Oleander and the Members of the Board, with Goose-Goose on the Aure- [173] ADE S FABLES ole, the new Store Suit garnished with a leaf of Geranium and a yellow Rose-Bud, and the Gates Ajar Collar lashed fast with his future Trade-Mark: viz., a White Bow Tie he had all the Book Worms crushed under his Heel. He pulled out the stop marked "Vox Humana" and begged his Hearers to lift the sword of Justice and with it smite the Deluge of Organized Wealth which was crouched and ready to spring upon the Common People. In pleading the cause of Labor, he spoke as an Expert, for once he had strung a Clothes-Line for his Mother. He got the biggest Hand of any one at the Exercises. After denouncing the pre- daceous Interests he relapsed into an at titude of Meditation, with the Chin on the starched Front, very much like a Steel Engraving of Daniel Webster. tl4] THE TOILSOME ASCENT The enthralled Townsmen, seeing him thus, with the Right Hand buried in the Sack Suit and the raven Mop projecting in the rear, allowed that there was nothing to it. He was a Genius and billed through for the Legislature. Some Boys have to go to College to get a Shellac Finish, but Sylvester already had the Dark Clothes and the Corrugated Brow and a voice like a Tuba, so, to complete his Equipment, he merely had to sit tilted back in a Law Office for a few months and then borrow Money to get a Hat such as John A. Logan used to wear. All who saw him move from Group to Group along the Hitch Rack on Saturday afternoon, shaking hands with the Rus tics and applying the Ointment, remarked that Ves was a young man of Rare Promise and could not be held back from the Pay- Roll for any considerable length of Time. [175] ADE S FABLES He was one of the original 787 Boy Ora tors of the Timothy Hay Section of the Imperial Middle West. At every hotel Banquet, whether by the Alumni of the Shorthand College or under the auspices of the Piano Movers Pleas ure Club, he was right up at the Head Table with his Hair rumpled, ready to exchange a Monologue for a few warm Oysters and a cut of withered Chicken. On Memorial Day it was Sylvester who choked up while laying his Benediction on the Cumrads of the G. A. R. On Labor Day he unbuttoned his Vest all the way down, held a trembling Fist clear above the leonine Mat, and demanded a living Wage for every Toiler. Consequently he acquired repute as a staunch Friend of the Agriculturist, the Steam Fitter, the Old Soldier, the Depart ment Store Employee, and others accus- [176] THE TOILSOME ASCENT tomed to voting in Shoals. In order to mature himself and be seasoned for onerous Responsibilities, he waited until he was 22 years of age before attempting to gain a frontage at the Trough. It was highly important that he should serve the Suvrin People in some Capacity involving Compensation. It was fairly important to him and it was vitally im portant to a certain Woman of gambling Disposition, who operated a Boarding- House. Sylvester was the type of Lawyer in tensely admired but seldom employed, save by Criminals entirely bereft of Means. In addition to his Board, the young Barrister actually required a pouch of Fine Cut and a clean White Tie every week, so he was impelled by stern Necessity to endeavor to hook up with a Salary. Because Sylvester had administered per- [177] ADE S FABLES sonal Massage to every Voter within five Miles of his office, he thought he could leap into the Arena and claim an immediate Laurel Wreath by the mere charm and vigor of his Personality. He ignored the Whispering Ikes who met in the dim Back Room, with Cotton plugged in the Key Hole. The Convention met, and when it came time to nominate a Candidate for State s Attorney, all of Sylvester s tried and true Friends among the Masses were at home working in the Garden or spread out in the Hammock. The Traction Engine pulled the Jugger naut over the Popular Idol. They lit on him spraddled out. They gave him the Doo-Doo. When the Battle had ended, he was a mile from the cheerful Bivouac, lying stark in the Moonlight. [178] THE TOILSOME ASCENT He was supposed to be eliminated. The only further recognition accorded him would be at the Autopsy. Next day he was back in his usual Haunts, with an immaculate Bow Tie and a prop Smile, shaking hands with all who had so recently harpooned him. As a Come-Back he was certainly the resilient Kid. Those who had marveled at his sole- leather Organ of Speech, now had to ad mire his sheet metal Sensibilities, nor could they deny that he possessed all the attri butes of a sound and durable Candidate. He had learned his Primer lesson in Politics. As soon as he saw that he could not throw the Combination, he joined it. He came into the Corral and lay down in the Dust and allowed them to brand him as a Regular. Sylvester became the White Slave of [179] ADE S FABLES the Central Committee, knowing that even tually true Patriotism would have to be recognized and recompensed. When he came to bat the second time he had the Permanent Chairman and the Tell ers and all the Rough-Necks plugging for him, consequently it was a Pipe. But it was a case of Reverse English on Election Day, for the venal Opposition rode into power on a Tidal Wave. After the Tide had receded, Sylvester was found asleep among the Clams and Sea- Weed, apparently so far gone that a Pulmotor would be no help. Three days later, however, he was on hand, with chaste Neckwear and a jaunty Front, to make a Presentation Speech to the Chief of the Fire Department. Talk about your Rubber Cores! The harder they trun him down the higher he bounced back. [180] THE TOILSOME ASCENT Those who had been marked by Fate to be his Constits began to see that Sylves ter was something inevitable and not to be denied. What though his Detractors called him a Four-Flush and a False Alarm, alleging that a true analysis of his Mentality would be just about as profitable as dissecting a Bass Drum? The more they knocked, the more oleo margarine became his beaming Counte nance, for he knew that Calumny avails naught against a White Tie in the Hot-Bed of cut-and-dried Orthodoxy. He played the social String from the W. C. T. U. to the Elks and was a blood- brother of the Tin Horn and the acidulated Elder with the scant Skilligans. In order to keep the High-Binders and the Epworth Leaguers both on his Staff at one and the same time, he had to [181] ADE S FABLES be some Equilibrist, so he never hoisted a Slug except in his own Office, where he kept it behind the Supreme Court Re ports. When he went out the third time for the same Job, the Voters saw it was no use try ing to block him off, so he landed. In the full crimson of Triumph, with new Patent Leather Shoes and as much as $40 in his Kick at one time, he never forgot for a moment that he was a servant of the Pe- hee-pul and might want to run for some thing else in the near future. He tempered Justice with Mercy and quashed many an Indictment if the De fendant looked like a grateful Geezer who might be useful in his own Precinct. No one dared to attack him because of the fact that he had delivered a Lecture to the eager young souls at the Y. M. C. A., in which he had exhibited a Road Map and [182] THE TOILSOME ASCENT proved that adherence to the Cardinal Vir tues leads unerringly to Success. At the age of thirty-two he broke into the Legislature and began to wear a White Vest, of the kind affected by the more ex clusive Bar Tenders. Also a variety of Shroud known as the Prince Albert. He was fearless in discussing any pro posed Measure that did not worry the Farmer Vote in his own District. As for Wall Street and the Plunder- bund, when he got after them, he was a raving Bosco. A regular Woof- Woofer and bite their heads off. About the time he came up for re-elec tion, a lot of Character-Assassins tried to shell-road him and hand him the Gaff and crowd him into the 9-hole. They said he had been flirting with the Corporations and sitting in on Jack-Pots and smearing himself at the Pie Counter. [183] ADE S FABLES Did they secure his Goat by such crude Methods? Not while the 5-octave Voice and the enveloping Prince Albert and the snow- white Necktie were in working Trim. He went over the whole District in an Auto (one of the fruits of his Frugality), and everywhere that Sylvester went the Amer ican Eagle was sure to go, riding on the Wind-Shield, and a Starry Banner draped over the Hood. He waved aside all Charges made against him. To give them serious Heed would be an Insult to the high Intelligence of the Hired Hands gathered within Sound of his Voice. He believed in discussing the Par amount Issues. So he would discuss them in such a way that the Railway Trains passing by were no interruption whatsoever. In course of time his Hair outgrew the [184] THE TOILSOME ASCENT Legislature. He was on whispering terms with a clean majority of all the Partisans in three connecting Counties, so he bought one Gross of the White String Kind and a pair of Gum Sneakers and began to run amuck as a Candidate for Congress. Even his trusty Henchmen were fright ened to know that he had become obsessed of such a vaulting Ambition. They did not have him sized, that was all. The farther from home he traveled, the more resounding was the Hit he registered. The Days of Spring were lengthening and the Campaign was not far distant when Sylvester, after looking at the Signs in the Sky and putting his Ear to the Ground, discovered that he was thoroughly impreg nated with the new Progressive Doctrines. The change came overnight, but he was in the Band Wagon ahead of the Driver. As nearly as he could formulate his pri- [185] ADE S FABLES vate Platform, he was still true to his Party but likewise very keen for any Reform Measure that 55 per cent, of the Voters might favor, either at the present time or previous to any future Election. After the heated Radicals in every School District had listened to Sylvester and learned that all his Views coincided to a T with their own revised Schedule, they lined up and landslided. One November morning Our Hero, no longer a penniless Law Student, but owing, at a conservative Estimate, between $6000 and $8000, sat tranquilly in front of the T-Bone Steak, the Eggs, the Batter Cakes, the Cinnamon Rolls, and the Reservoir of Coffee, comprising the Breakfast of one who always remained near to the Rank and File. His Hair was reached in a new way, for the Bulletins at Midnight had told him that he was a Congressman. [186] THE TOILSOME ASCENT Those who had known him in the old Free-Lunch Days, when a Tie lasted him for a Week, now felt honored to receive his stately Salutation as he moved slowly from the Post Office up to the Drug Store, to buy his Bronchial Lozenges. Many of the Lower Classes, as well as the more Prominent People belonging to the Silver Cornet Band, were gathered at the Station when he started for Washing ton to fight in the impending Battle be tween the Corn-Shuckers and the Allies of Standard Oil. Men and Women standing right there in the Crowd could remember when he had borrowed his first Dollar. And now he was going to stand beneath the dome of the Capitol to weave a new Fabric of Government and see that it didn t crock or unravel. Sylvester and his glossy Trunk arrived [187] ADE S FABLES at the Mecca, where they were pleasantly received by the Agent of the Transfer Com pany in full Uniform, and a Senegam- bian with a Red Cap, who hunted up the Taxi. After waiting many weary Years, Syl vester once more had a School Desk of his own. It was in the far corner of a crowded Pit surrounded by elevated Seats. The Hon. Sylvester found himself en tirely surrounded by victims of involuntary Dumbness. By referring to a printed List he ascer tained that he was a member of the Com mittee on Manual Training for the Alaska Indians. In his Boarding House he became ac quainted with Department Clerks who were well advanced in the technology of Base Ball. After a few weeks, he was on chatting [188] THE TOILSOME ASCENT Terms with a Young Lady in charge of a Cigar and News Counter. As soon as the Paper was delivered every morning he could find out what had hap pened in Congress the day before. If confused by the Cares of State, he sought diversion by taking a Visitor from Home to see the Washington Monument. After three months, he met a National Committeeman with a Pull who promised to secure him an introduction to the Speaker so that he could maneuver around and get something into the Record before his time was up. In the meantime, he is heard to advan tage on every Roll Call, and the Traducers back in the District have not been able to lay a finger on anything Crooked. MORAL: There is always Room and Board at the Top. [189] THE NEW FABLE OF THE AERIAL PERFORMER, THE BUZZING BLONDINE, AND THE DAUGHTER OF MR. JACKSON He liked to tow something that would cause the Oyster Forks to pause in midair and the Catty Ones to reach for their Hardware THE NEW FABLE OF THE AERIAL PERFORMER, THE BUZZING BLONDINE AND THE DAUGHTER OF MR. JACKSON ONCE upon a time a Lad with Cinnamon Hair and wide blue Eyes lived in a half- portion Town. He had received more than 2000 Tickets for answering "Here" at the M. E. Sunday School. His kinfolk hoped that some day he would be President of the Town Board. Shortly after he learned to roll a safe game of Pool, his Governor demised. Robert, such being the full front name of the sole Heir, found that he could not [193] ADE S FABLES spread his Pinions in the narrow Streets of the lichen-covered Hamlet. So he blew. He went to find an Avenue that would accommodate seven Zeppelin Air-Ships moving abreast at one time. He closed out the Dry Goods Emporium with the Shirt-Waists and the shameless Hosiery in the Windows. An Apartment Building, with Packages delivered at the rear, soon began to flaunt itself on the site of the old Manse. With all the currency corraled by the late Store-Keeper padded into his Norfolk Jacket, the gallus Offspring hurried to the Metrop to pick the Primroses. In a short time he was out at the Track every day, barking at the Goats as they hove into the Stretch. The pencil-borrowing Touts and the Wine Pushers began to call him Bob, which proved that he was a Man about Town. [194] THE AERIAL PERFORMER When the final Kiflukus was put on the Ponies, he assembled the residue of his Bundle and began to work steady as a Guesser in a Broker s Office. His job was to show at 10 G. M. with a big Reina Victoria at one extreme corner of his Face and pretend to know what was coming off when the Boy put the funny marks on the Blackboard. Ever and anon he would buy 1000 Shares of something, as if Negotiating for a Bread- Ticket. As a rule, the tall-grass Plunger with a wad of new Kale has about the same per centage in his favor as that enjoyed by a Shoat out at the well-known Establishment of Armour & Co. The Cleaners go forth to meet him, bear ing as Gifts a Dream-Book and a new kind of Cocktail with a Kick like a Coast-De fense Gun. [195] ADE S FABLES A few weeks later they are casting lots for his Union Suit. Bob came from Simpville, but he had ac quired a couple of Wrinkles associating with the Wing Shots in the Paddock. He could shift to either Foot and he kept his Maxillary covered. Sometimes he picked up the wrong Wal nut. It would begin to look like a quick change from Caviar to Crackers. More than once his Heels were beating a tattoo on the grassy brink of a Precipice. Then he would smell around until he discovered Something Doing. A couple of lucky shots and he would be on Velvet again and whanging away like a Demon. At last, with a Bull Market and a system of Pyramids, he began to sweep it in with his Fore-Arm. Head Waiters paid him the most grovel ing Attentions and bright eyes grew brighter [196] THE AERIAL PERFORMER yet when he suggested pulling a little Sup per, with a $400 Souvenir at each Plate. He \vas admitted to full membership in the Tango Tribe of the Tenderloin Night- Riders. This select Coterie was organized for the purpose of closing all Cabarets by 6 A. M. An early hour was named because many of them were not made up for the cold Day light. About the time he began to discover Vint ages he discovered Elphye also. She was an Actress who was too busy to perform on the Stage. Elphye had a good Social Position back at her Home but, for some reason, she never sent for it. Her Parents had arranged for her to be a Brunette, but when Bob met her, between the Guinea Hen and the Cafe Parfait, she was a Lemon Meringue. [197] ADE S FABLES Elphye wore Clothes that made a noise like a Piccolo. She was there with the jeweled Heels and the hand-painted Ankles. In trying to make her Gowns anywhere from six to nine months ahead of Paris, she sprung several Effects that caused the Chandeliers to tremble and the Ice to melt in the Buckets. She had abolished her Shape entirely and abandoned the Perpendicular, preferring a Droop which indicated that possibly she had been fashioned over a Barrel. She tried to model herself on the lines of a string Bean, slightly warped by the Sun. The Ascending Star of the Financial World was stunned by the Apparition. No one had tipped it off to him that the Queen of Sheba was to be reincarnated. He found Elphye ever and ever so ac complished. [1981 THE AERIAL PERFORMER She knew all the Songs that now blister the Varnish off the Pianos in so many well- ordered Homes. She was enough of a Contortionist to get away with several Dances named for the innocent Poultry. Being a close student of the Bill-Boards she was in touch with Current Happen ings. Her Eye- Work was perfect, but she found it hard pumping to Blush at the right time. When she tackled Polite Conversation she put a few Tooth-Marks in it. Still she made a very creditable Stab for a Girl brought up in Michigan and never east of Sheepshead Bay. She looked very creamy to Bob, if the Music was loud enough. He liked to tow something that would cause the Oyster Forks to pause in midair [199] ADE S FABLES and the Catty Ones to reach for their Hard ware. When Elphye did a little Barnum and Bailey down the main Chute of a Terrapin Bazaar, rest assured that every Eye in the Resort was aimed at her gleaming Vertebrae. Bob showed her his monthly Statements and she confessed to being very fond of him. So it was planned that they would Marry some afternoon, if she could get away from the Masseuse early enough. The Troth was pledged in a few high- priced Trinkets which she had decided upon before he spoke to her. Just when it seemed a mortal Pipe that the Bull Tactics would enable him to cop a Million, so that he could live at a Hotel and finance the Little Queen, the Unseen Superintendent in the Tower began to throw the Switches of Destiny. If Bob had not speeded so far into the [ 200] THE AERIAL PERFORMER Country in the Smell- Wagon, there would have been no Flat Tire. If there had been no Flat Tire, he would have been back in time for the usual round up of the Irrigation Committee and never would have been a Great Financier. Marooned among the Hay-Fields, he stopped at a Farm House and took a long chance on some Well- Water, dipped in a Gourd from the Moss-Covered Bucket. Scotch Whiskey is never contaminated by Surface Drains, but each sparkling Drop of the Fluid that Bob quaffed, there beneath the Willows, contained more than 2,000,000 of the Germs made notorious by Dr. W T oods Hutchinson. A few days later a swarm of Bees settled in each ear. Every Sky-Scraper gave an imitation of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. He knew he was out of Kelter, but he had to watch the Board, for he had put every [201] ADE S FABLES Bean in the World on an acrobatic Indus trial known as Tin Bucket Preferred. Already the Paper Profits were enormous. Bob figured confidently on another Whoop of 50 points and a double string of Pearls for Elphye. But when the poor Loon had a Temper ature of 5 above Par and had to cling to the Brass Rail to keep from taking the Count, he lost his Nerve entirely. He couldn t see anything on the Horizon except Tariff Revision, Hard Times, Weeping Women, Starving Kiddies, Closed Factories, Soup Kitchens, and Bread Lines. While in this dotty State and quite irre sponsible, he directed the Manager to close out the whole Smear and sell short. Furthermore, he was so daffy and curdled in the Filbert that he sold three times as much as he had. Then he did a couple of Spins and a Flop, [202} THE AERIAL PERFORMER and the White Ambulance bore him away to the big Hospital. If Mr. Hornung Jackson of Round Grove, Maryland, had not entered upon his Sec ond Childhood at the age of 55, his Family would have remained on Easy Street. Mr. Jackson thought he could sit in his Front Room and read the burglarious Medi tations of the High-Binders in Wall Street. Consequently, when the Tin Box was searched, the Day after the Masons had marched out to the Cemetery, it contained a little of everything except Assets. Annie was the name of the Daughter. On the Clean-up she received enough to put her through the School. When Bob arrived at the Hospital, in a State of Conflagration, Annie was waiting in the starched Uniform to tackle her first real Case. For days and nights he rambled through [203] ADE S FABLES the ghostly labyrinths of Delirium, Annie holding him by the Hand and lifting the cool Draughts to his parched Lips. He mumbled and raved about the de cisions of the Umpire in the game between the Academy and the Knitting Works. He gave Annie his entire performance of Ralph Rackstraw in " Pinafore " for the ben efit of the Library Fund, including Cues. He scolded his Aunt Mary for doing her own Housework and told the Colored Men how to lay the Cement Walk down through the Grape Arbor. He promised his Father not to play Poker any more and vowed to his Mother that she was a better Chef than the one up at DeFs. But his sub-conscious Self was so con siderate of Elphye that he never brought in her Name at all, at all. Sometimes he would get back to the [204] THE AERIAL PERFORMER Ticker, but he was ready to leave it any time to go fishing in the Crick with the Lads from the other side of the Tracks. Through the final Crisis he played tag with the Grim Reaper and just escaped being It. The Sun was slanting into the little white Room when he crawled feebly back to Earth and tried to get his Bearings. Annie was looking right at him, relieved and smiling and happy. She had won her first game in the Big League. He noticed that she was not slashed up the side or down the back, had no metallic Insteps, carried her own Hair, and was in no way concealed behind the usual pallid Veneering. He remembered dimly that she had been with him on the Underground. Then he recalled a previous Existence in which the Dripped Absinthe was a Break- [205] ADE S FABLES fast and the Cigarette a Luncheon and Elphye was trotting in her Glads and he had a Swell Bet down on Tin Bucket Pre ferred. The whole Lay-Out seemed unreal and remote and entirely disconnected with Friend Nurse. He inquired the Day of the Week, and when he learned it was Next Month he started to get right up and put on his Things. Annie quietly spread him back on the Pillow and laid down the Law regarding Rest and Quiet. Then he begged her to ring up McCusick & Co. and get the latest Bucket Preferred. He said he had plastered his last Samo- leon and, not being there to watch the Board and concentrate his wonderful Trading In stinct on every jiggle of the Dial, there was no telling what the Bone-Heads had done to him. [206] THE AERIAL PERFORMER You see, he had no recollection whatever of going Short, for he had been in a Walk ing Delirium at the time and crazy as a Cubist. Annie said it was wrong to Gamble and he was not to read the Papers or fuss with Visitors until Doc gave the word. Suddenly he remembered that he was en gaged to Elphye and he wondered if she had forgotten. So many things can happen in a Great City within two weeks. He told Nurse about Elphye. Annie did not seem madly interested, but she wrote a Note to the Sazerack Apartment Build ing and notified the Seraphine that her prospective Producer was still extant and would be willing to renew acquaintance if she could spare an hour or two from her Dancing. Elphye came out two days later made up [2071 ADE S FABLES as a Princess in the Christmas Pantomime and diffusing pleasant Odors in all directions. She sat down alongside of Annie and immediately she was shown up and went back to the Minors. Her Second-Reader Conversation, com plicated with the phoney Boston sound of "A" as in "Squash," did not improve her General Average. Bob suddenly realized that in getting rid of the Bronxes and the Nicotine and vari ous other Toxins, he also had lost his ap petite for Elphye. But he was Game and willing to go through on his own Proposition. He sent Nurse for a glass of Water and then begged his Fiancee to smuggle in a Newspaper so he could find out the name of his getting-off Station. Next day she brought the Market Page in her wonderful jewel-crusted Bag. [208] THE AERIAL PERFORMER Bob took one Look and crawled under the Covers. The Market had gone Blooey. Bucket Preferred was down in the Sub way, bleeding from a dozen Wounds. The Whole List was on the Blinkety Fritz. "Courage, Dearie," said Bob, taking Elphye by the Rings. "Your little Play mate is erased from the map." Elphye upset two Rolling Chairs and one Interne getting from the Convalescent De partment to the open Air. Annie found the poor Bankrupt much improved as to Pulse and Temperature. He told her the whole Story of how his Lady Fair had canned him because he was no longer a Live One. She held his hand and pushed back his Locks and told him that any Girl with a Heart would stick closer than ever to her Selection when he was under the Rollers. [209] ADE S FABLES Just then a Messenger from McCusick came in and showed Bob that by going Short and standing pat he was $1,800,000 to the Desirable. After that, Bob was known up and down the Street as The Wizard. Annabelle, remembering how they had got to her Father, made him cut out the Margins and put the whole Chunk into listed Securities and Real Estate. He wanted to stick around and parlee up to a Billion, but she raised a most emphatic Nixey. He was so used to taking orders from her as a Trained Nurse that he cut out specu lating and played Safe. The whole game was punk for months after, so every one said he had been a Wise Mug for backing away. The Missus allows him a light one (mostly Vermouth) before Dinner each evening and [210] THE AERIAL PERFORMER has taught him a private Signal which means that she is ready to duck and go Home. At present they are in Paris, where she is working to get the same hilarious Tout Ensemble formerly exhibited by Elphye, the Ex-Empress of the White Light Res ervation. The latter went to see a Lawyer when she learned that she had been tricked out of her Happiness. Unfortunately for her, she had nothing on Robert, thanks to his native shrewdness and Mr. Bell, who invented the Telephone. She is now playing Utility Parts in a Stock Company in Pennsylvania. The Jewels pelted at her by Bob are much ad mired by the Gallery. MORAL: The City holds no Peril for those who cherish Lucky Ideals. [2111 THE NEW FABLE OF SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER AND THE GRAND DAUGHTER, AND THEN SOME THING REALLY GRAND ONCE there was a full-blown Wild Peach, registered in the Family Bible as Susan Mahaly. Her Pap divided his time between col lecting at a Toll-Gate and defending the Military Reputation of Andy Jackson. The family dwelt in what was then re garded by Cambridge, Mass., as the Twi light Zone of Semi-Culture, viz., Swigget County, Pennsylvania. Susan wore Linsey-Woolsey from Mon day to Saturday. She never had tampered with her Venus de Milo Topography and [212] SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER she did not even suspect that Women had Nerves. When she was seventeen she had a Fore- Arm like a Member of the Turn ve rein. She knew how to Card and Weave and Dye. Also she could make Loose Soap in a kettle out in the Open Air. Susan never fell down on her Salt-Rising Bread. Her Apple Butter was always Al. It was commonly agreed that she would make some Man a good Housekeeper, for she was never sickly and could stay on her Feet sixteen hours at a Stretch. Already she was beginning to look down the Pike for a regular Fellow. In the year 1840, the Lass of seventeen who failed to get her Hooks on some roam ing specimen of the Opposite Gender was in danger of being whispered about as an Old Maid. Celibacy was listed with Arson and Manslaughter. [213] ADE S FABLES Rufus was destined to be an Early Vic torian Rummy, but he could lift a Saw- Log, and he would stand without being hitched, so Susan nailed him the third time he came snooping around the Toll-Gate. Rufus did not have a Window to hoist or a Fence to lean on. But there is no Poverty in any Pocket of the Universe until Wealth arrives and begins to get Luggy. Susan thought she was playing in rare Luck to snare a Six-Footer who owned a good Squirrel Rifle and could out-wrastle all Comers. The Hills of Pennsylvania were becom ing congested, with Neighbors not more than two or three miles apart, so Rufus and his Bride decided to hit a New Trail into the Dark Timber and grow up with the Boundless West. Relatives of the Young Couple staked them to a team of Pelters, a Muley Cow, a [214] SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER Bird Dog of dubious Ancestry, an Axe and a Skillet, and started them over the Divide toward the perilous Frontier, away out yen- der in Illinoy. It was a Hard Life. As they trundled slowly over the rotten Roads, toward the Land of Promise, they had to subsist largely on Venison, Prairie Chicken, Quail, Black Bass, Berries, and Wild Honey. They car ried their own Coffee. Arrived at the Jumping-Off Place, they settled down among the Mink and Musk- Rats. Rufus hewed out and jammed to gether a little two by twice Cabin with the Flue running up the outside. It looked ornery enough to be the Birthplace of almost any successful American. The Malaria Mosquito was waiting for the Pioneers. In those good old Chills- and-Fever days, no one ever blamed it on the Female of the Species. Those who had [215] ADE S FABLES the Shakes allowed that they were being jarred by the Hand of Providence. When the family ran low on Quinine, all he had to do was hook up and drive fifty miles to the nearest Town, where he would trade the Furs for Necessities such as Apple jack and Navy Twist, and possibly a few Luxuries such as Tea and Salt. On one of these memorable Trips to the Store, a Mood which combined Sentiment with reckless Prodigality seized upon him. He thought of the brave Woman who was back there in the lonesome Shack, shooing the Prairie Wolves away from the Cradle, and he resolved to reward her. With only three Gills of Stone Fence un der his Wammus, he spread his Wild-Cat Currency on the Counter and purchased a $6 Clock, with jig-saw ornaments, a shiny coat of Varnish, and a Bouquet of Pink Roses on the door. [216] SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER Susan burst into Tears when she saw it on the Wall, alongside of the Turkey Wing, and vowed that she had married the Best Man in the World. Twenty years later, Jennie, the first be gotten Chick at the Log House in the Clearing, had matured and married, and was living at the County-Seat with Hiram, Money-Changer and Merchant. Railroad Trains, Side-Bar Buggies, Coal- Oil Lamps, and the Civil War had come along with a Rush and disarranged prim itive Conditions. The Frontier had re treated away over into Kansas. In the very Township where, of late, the Beaver had toiled without Hindrance and the Red Fox dug his hole unscared, people were now eating Cove Oysters, and going tosee"EastLynne." Hiram was in rugged Health, having de fended the flag by Proxy during the recent [217] ADE S FABLES outcropping of Acrimony between the de votees of Cold Bread and the slaves of Hot Biscuit. The Substitute had been perforated beyond repair at the Battle of Kenesaw Mountain, proving that Hiram made no mistake in remaining behind to tend Store. When Jennie moved in where she could hear the Trains whistle and began to sport a Cameo Brooch, she could barely remember wearing a Slip and having Stone Bruises. Hiram was Near, but he would Loosen up a trifle for his own Fireside. The fact that Jennie was his wife gave her quite a Standing with him. He admired her for having made such a Success of her Life. They dwelt in a two-story Frame with countless Dewdads and Thingumbobs tacked along the Eaves and Scalloped around the Bay Windows. The Country People who came in to see [218] SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER the Eighth W r onder of the W T orld used to stand in silent Awe, breathing through their Noses. Out on the lawn, surrounded by Gera niums, was a Cast-Iron Deer which seemed to be looking at the Court House in a startled Manner. It was that kind of a Court House. In her Front Room, the daughter of Rufus and Susan had Wonderful Wax Flowers, sprinkled with Diamond Dust; a What-Not bearing Mineral Specimens, Conch-Shells, and a Star-Fish, also some Hair-Cloth Fur niture, very slippery and upholstered with Sand. After Hiram gave her the Black Silk and paid for the Crayon Enlargements of her Parents, Jennie did not have the Face to bone him for anything more, but she longed in secret and Hiram suspected. Jennie was a soprano. Not a regular So- [219] ADE S FABLES prano, but a Country -Town Soprano, of the kind often used for augmenting the Grief at a Funeral. Her voice came from a point about two inches above the Right Eye. She had assisted a Quartette to do things to "Juanita," and sometimes tossed out little Hints about wishing she could prac tice at Home. Jennie was a Nice Woman but she did need Practice. Although Hiram was tighter than the Bark on a Sycamore, he liked to have other Women envy the Mother of His Chil dren. When he spread himself from a Shin- Plaster, he expected a Fanfare of Trumpets. It took him a long time to unwind the String from the Wallet, but he would Dig if he thought he was boosting his own Game. By stealthy short-weighting of the Coun try Trade and holding out on the Assessor, [220] SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER he succeeded in salting away numerous Ko pecks in one corner of the Safe. While in Chicago to buy his Winter Stock, he bargained for two days and finally bought a Cottage Melodeon, with the Stool thrown in. Jennie would sit up and pump for Hours at a time, happy in the knowledge that she had drawn the Capital Prize in the Lottery of Hymen. In the year 1886 there was some Church Wedding at the County-Seat. Frances, daughter of Hiram and Jennie, had knocked the Town a Twister when she came home from the Female College wear ing Bangs and toting a Tennis Racquet. All the local Gallants, with Cocoa-Oil in their hair and Rings on their Cravats, backed into the Shubbery. Hiram had bought her about $1800 worth of Hauteur at the select Institution of [221] ADE S FABLES Learning. All she had to do was look at a Villager through her Nose-Specs and he would curl up like an Autumn Leaf. A Cuss from Chicago came to see her every two weeks. His Trousers seemed to be choking him. The Pompadour was protected by a Derby of the Fried-Egg species. It was the kind that Joe Weber helped to keep in Public Remembrance. But in 1886 it was de Ri- geur, au Fait, and a la mode. Frances would load the hateful City Chap into the high Cart and exhibit him up and dow r n all the Residence Thorough fares. On nearly every Front Porch some Girl whose Father was not interested in the First National Bank w r ould peer out through the Morning Glories at the Show-off and then writhe like an Angle- Worm. The Wedding was the biggest thing that [222] SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER had struck the town since Forepaugh stopped over on his way from Peoria to Decatur. Frances was not a popular Girl, on ac count of being so Uppish, so those who could not fight their way into the Church climbed up and looked through the Win dows. The Groom wore a Swallow-Tail. Most of those present had seen Pictures of the Dress Suit. In the Fireside Compan ion, the Gentleman wearing one always had Curls, and the Wood-Engraving caught him in the act of striking a Lady in the Face and saying "Curse you!" The Feeling at the County-Seat was that Frances had taken a Desperate Chance. The caterer with Colored Help in White Gloves, the ruby Punch suspected of con taining Liquor, the Japanese Lanterns at tached to the Maples, the real Lace in the [223] ADE S FABLES Veil, the glittering Array of Pickle-Jars, and a well-defined Rumor that most of the imported Ushers had been Stewed, gave the agitated Hamlet something to blat about for many and many a day. The Bachelor of Arts grabbed off by the daughter of Jennie and the Grand-daughter of Susan was the owner of Real Estate in the congested Business District of a Town which came into Public Attention later on through the efforts of Frank Chance. His front name was Willoughby, but Frances always called him "Dear," no mat ter what she happened to be thinking at the time. Part of State Street had been wished on to Willoughby. He was afraid to sell, not knowing how to reinvest. So he sat back and played safe. With growing Delight he watched the Unearned Increment piling up on every Corner. He [2241 SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER began to see that he would be fairly busy all his life, jacking up Rents. The Red-Brick Fortress to which he con ducted Frances had Stone Steps in front and a secret Entrance for lowly Trades people at the rear. Willoughby and his wife had the high courage of Youth and the Financial Sup port of all the Money Spenders along State Street, so they started in on Period Decora tion. Each Room in the House was sup posed to stand for a Period. Some of them stood for a good deal. A few of the Periods looked like Excla mation Points. The young couple disregarded the Toll- Gate Period and the Log-Cabin Period, but they worked in every one of the Louies un til the Gilt Furniture gave out. The delighted Caller at the House beside the Lake would pass from an East Indian [225] ADE S FABLES Corridor through an Early Colonial Ante- Room into a Japanese Boudoir and, after resting his Hat, would be escorted into the Italian Renaissance Drawing-Room to meet the Hostess. From this exquisite Apartment, which ate up one year s Rent of a popular Buffet near Van Buren Street, there could be obtained a ravishing glimpse of the Turkish Cozy Corner beyond, includ ing the Battle-Axes and the Red Lamp. Frances soon began to hob-nob with the most delicatessen Circles, including Fam ilies that dated back to the Fire of 1871. She was not at all Dizzy, even when she looked down from the Mountain Peak at her happy Birthplace, 15,000 feet below. Willoughby turned out to be a satisfac tory Housemate. His Voltage was not high, but he always ate Peas with a Fork and never pulled at the Leash when taken to a Musicale. FtMl SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER In front of each Ear he carried a neat Area of Human Ivy, so that he could speak up at a Meeting of Directors. Until the year 1895, the restricted Side- Whisker was an accepted Trade-Mark of Commercial Probity. This facial Landscaping, the Frock Coat, and a steadfast devotion to Toilet Soap made him suitable for Exhibition Purposes. Frances became almost fond of him, after the Honeymoon evaporated and their Ro mance ripened into Acquaintanceship. It was a gladsome day for both when she traced the Dope back through Swigget County, Pennsylvania, and discovered that she was an honest-to-goodness Daughter of the American Revolution. Willoughby could not ask a representa tive of good old Colonial Stock to ride around in a stingy Coupe with a Coon planted out on the Weather-Seat. [ 227 ] ADE S FABLES He changed the Terms in several Leases and was enabled to slip her a hot Surprise on the Birthday. When she came down the Steps for the usual bowl along the Avenue, so as to get some Fresh Smoke, she beheld a rubber- tired Victoria, drawn by two expensive Bang-Tails in jingly Harness and surmounted by important Turks in overwhelming Livery. She was so trancified with Delight that she went right over to Willoughby and gave him a Sweet Kiss, after looking about rather carefully for the exposed portion of the Frontispiece. Frances did a lot of Calling within the next two weeks, and to all those who re marked upon the Smartness of the Equi page, she declared that the Man she had to put up with carried a Throbbing Heart even if he was an Intellectual Midget. In the year 1913, a slender Young Thing, [228] SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER all of whose Habiliments seemed melting and dripping downward, came wearily from Stateroom B as the Train pulled into Reno, Nevada. She seemed quite alone, except for a couple of Maids. After she had given Directions concern ing the nine Wardrobe Trunks and the Live Stock, she was motored to a specially reserved Cottage at the corner of Liberty Street and Hope Avenue. Next day she sat at the other side of a Table from a Lawyer, removing the poisoned Javelins from her fragile Person and hold ing them up before the shuddering Shy ster. She had a Tale of Woe calculated to pulp a Heart of Stone. In blocking out the Affidavit, her sympathetic Attorney made Pencil Notes as follows : Her name was Ethel Louise, favorite * f 229 1 ADE S FABLES Daughter of Willoughby and Frances, the well-known Blue-Bloods of the Western Metropolis. She had finished off at Miss Sniffie s ex clusive School, which overlooks the Hudson and the Common School Branches. After she learned to enter a B all-Room and while on her way to attack Europe for the third time, the Viper crossed her Path way. She accepted him because his name was Hubert, he looked like an Englishman, and one of his Ancestors turned the water into Chesapeake Bay. While some of the Wedding Guests were still in the Hospital, he began to practice the most diabolical Cruelties. He induced her to get on his Yacht and go cruising through the Mediterranean when she wanted to take an Apartment in Paris. At Monte Carlo he scolded her for bor- [230] SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER rowing 3000 Francs from a Russian Grand Duke after she went broke at bucking the Wheel. She had met the Duke at a Lunch eon the day before and his Manners were perfect. The Lawyer said that Hubert was a Pup, beyond all Cavil. Cairo, Egypt, yielded up another Dark Chapter of History. It came out in the sobbing Recital that Hubert had presented her with a $900 prize-winning Pomeranian, directly related to the famous Fifi, owned by the Countess Skidoogan of Bilcarty. Later on, he seemed to feel that the Pom eranian had come between him and Ethel. The Situation became more and more tense, and finally, one day in Egypt, within plain sight of the majestic Pyramids, he kicked Precious ever so hard and raised quite a Swelling. [231] ADE S FABLES The Legal Adviser said Death was too good for such a Fiend. In Vienna, though, that was where he went so far that Separation became in evitable. Ethel had decided to take an $80,000 Pearl Necklace she had seen in a Window. It was easily worth that much, and she felt sure she could get it in without paying Duty. She had been very successful at bringing things Home. She could hardly believe her Ears when Hubert told her to forget it and back up and come out of the Spirit World and alight on the Planet Earth. He had been Heartless on previous Oc casions, but this was the first time he had been Mean enough to renig on a mere side- issue such as coming across with the Loose Change. Ethel was simply de-termined to have that [232] SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER Necklace, but the unfeeling Whelp tried to kid her out of the Notion. Then he started in to Pike. He sug gested a $20,000 Tarara of Rubies and Dia monds as a Compromise. Ethel became wise to the fact that she had joined out with a Wad. While she was pulling a daily Sick Head ache in the hope of bringing him to Taw, the Maharajah of Umslopagus came along and bought the Necklace. That was when Ethel had to be taken to a Rest Cure in the Austrian Tyrol, and she never had been the Same Woman since. To all who had come pleading for Recon ciliation, Ethel had simply hung out the Card, "Nothing Doing." After a Brute has jumped up and down on the Aching Heart of a Girl of proud Lineage he can t square himself in 1,000,000 years. So said Ethel, between the flowing Tears. [ 233 ] ADE S FABLES Furthermore, there had been hopeless Incompatibility. In all the time they were together, they never had been able to agree on a Turkish Cigarette. The professional Home-Blaster said she had enough on Hubert to get her four Di vorces. The Decree would be a Pipe. Ethel said she hoped so and to please push it along, as she had quite a Waiting- List. MORAL: Rufus had no business buy ing the Clock. 1234] He tore up the Medal Score, gave all the Clubs to the Caddy . . . lifted a grimy Paw and uttered the Vow of Renunciation THE NEW FABLE OF THE SCOFFER WHO FELL HARD AND THE WOMAN SITTING BY ONE day in the pink dawn of the present Century, a man with his Hair neatly set back around the Ears and the usual Blood Pressure was whizzing through a suburban Lonesomeness on a teetering Trolley. The name of the man was Mr. Pallzey. He had a desk with a Concern that did merchan dizing in a large way. Mr. Pallzey feared Socialism and carried his Wife s Picture in his Watch and wore Plasters. In other words, he was Normal, believing nearly everything that appeared in the Papers. While the Dog-Fennel was softly brush- [237] ADE S FABLES ing the Foot-Board and the Motor was purring consistently beneath, Mr. Pallzey looked over into a close-cropped Pasture and became the alert Eye- Witness of some very weird Doings. He saw a pop-eyed Person in soiled Neg lige, who made threatening movements toward something concealed in the White Clover, with a Weapon resembling the iron Dingus used in gouging the Clinkers from a Furnace. "What is the plot of the Piece?" he in quired of a Grand Army man, sitting next. "I think," replied the Veteran, "I think he is killing a Garter Snake." "Oh, no," spoke up the conversational Conductor, "He is playing Golluf," giv ing the word the Terre Haute pronuncia tion. Mr. Pallzey looked with pity on the poor Nut who was out in the Hot Sun, getting [238] THE SCOFFER WHO FELL HARD himself all lathered up with One-Man Shinny. He said to G. A. R. that it took all kinds of People to make a World. The grizzled Warrior rose to an equal Altitude by re marking that if the dag-goned Loon had to do it for a Living, he d think it was Work. Mr. Pallzey had heard of the new Diver sion for the Idle Rich, just as people out in the Country hear of Milk-Sickness or fall ing Meteors, both well authenticated but never encountered. While rummaging through the Sporting Page, he would come across a cryptic Ref erence to MacFearson of Drumtochtie be ing 3 up and 2 to play on Hargis of Sunset Ho, whereupon he would experience a sense of annoyance and do a quick Hurdle. He had seen in various Shop-Windows the spindly Utensils and snowy Pellets which, he had reason to believe, were affili- [239] ADE S FABLES ated in some way with the sickening Fad. He would look at them with extreme Con tempt and rather resent their contaminat ing contiguity to the Mask, the Shin-Guard, and the upholstered Grabber. Mr. Pallzey believed that Golf was played by the kind of White Rabbits who March in Suffrage Parades, wearing Gloves. The dreaded Thing lay outside of his Orbit and beyond his Ken, the same as Tatting or Biology. His conception of a keen and sporty game was Pin Pool or Jacks Only with the Deuce running wild. One Sunday he was invited out to a Food Saturnalia at a Country Place. The Din ner was postponed until late in the Day because they all dreaded it so much . . Friend Host said he had a twosome on at the Club and was trying out an imported Cleek, so he invited Mr. Pallzey to be a Spectator. [240] THE SCOFFER WHO FELL HARD If he had said that he was going up in a Balloon to hemstitch a couple of Clouds, it would have sounded just as plausible to Mr. Pallzey of the Wholesale District. The latter went along, just out of Po liteness, but he was a good deal disap pointed in his Friend. It certainly did seem trifling for a Huskie weighing one hun dred and eighty to pick on something about the size of a Robin s Egg. Mr. Pallzey played Gallery all around the Course. He would stand behind them at the Tee and smile in a most calm and superior Manner while they sand-shuffled and shifted and jiggled and joggled and went through the whole calisthenic Ritual of St. Vitus. He was surprised to note how far the Ball would speed when properly spanked, but he thought there was no valid excuse for overrunning on the Approaches. [241] ADE S FABLES Mr. Pallzey found himself criticizing the Form of the Players. That should have been his Cue to climb the Fence. All of the Mashiemaniacs start on the downward Path by making Mind-Plays and getting under Bogey. Back on the sloping Sward between No. 18 and the Life-Saving Station, the two Contestants were holding the usual Post- Mortem. "Let me see that Dewflicker a minute," said Mr. Pallzey, as he carelessly extracted a Mid-iron. He sauntered up to the silly Globule and took an unpremeditated Swipe. The Stroke rang sweet and vibrant. The ball rose in parabolic Splendor above the high est branches of a venerable Elm. Just as the Face of the Club started on the Follow Through, the Bacillus ran up and bit Mr. Pallzey on the Leg. [242] THE SCOFFER WHO FELL HARD He saw the blinking White Spot far out on the emerald Plain. He heard the mur mur of Admiration behind him. He was sorry his Wife had not been there to take it in. "Leave me have another Ball," requested Mr. Pallzey. The Virus was working. He backed up so as to get a Running Start. "This time," quoth Mr. Pallzey, "I will push it to Milwaukee." Missing the Object of Attack by a scant six inches, he did a Genee toe-spin and fell heavily with his Face among the Dande lions. The Host brushed him off and said: :< Your Stance was wrong; your Tee was too high; you raised the Left Shoulder; you were too rapid on the Come-Back; the Grip was all in the Left Hand; you looked [243] ADE S FABLES up; you moved your Head at the top of the Stroke; you allowed the Left Knee to turn, and you stood ahead of the Ball. Otherwise, it was a Loo-Loo." "If I come out next Sunday could you borrow me a Kit of Tools?" asked Mr. Pallzey. He was twitching violently and looking at the Ball as if it had called him a Name. "I got that first one all right, and I think - - " So it was arranged that the poor doomed Creature was to appear on the following Sabbath and be equipped with a set of Cast-Offs and learn all about the Mystery of the Ages between 11 A. M. and 2 P. M. Mr. Pallzey went away not knowing that he was a Marked Man. On Monday he told the Stenographer how he stung the Ball the first time up. He said he was naturally quick at picking up any kind of a Game. He thought it would [244] THE SCOFFER WHO FELL HARD be a Lark to get the hang of the Whole Business and then get after some of those Berties in the White Pants. He figured that Golf would be soft for any one who had played Baseball when young. Truly all the raving is not done within the Padded Cells. He came home in the Sabbath Twilight, walking on his Ankles and babbling about a Dandy Drive for the Long Hole. Regarding the other 378 Strokes he was discreetly silent. He told his Wife there was more in it than one would suppose. The Easier the Swat, the greater the Carry. And he had made one Hole in seven. Then he took a Parasol out of the Jar, and illustrated the famous Long Drive with Moving Pictures, Tableaux, Delsarte, and some newly acquired technical Drivel, which he mouthed with childish Delight. [2451 ADE S FABLES Now we see him buying Clubs, although he refers to them as Sticks proving that he is still a groping Neophyte. He thinks that a shorter Shaft and more of a Lay-Back will enable him to drive a Mile. The Gooseneck Putter will save him two on every Hole. Also, will the Man please show him an Iron guaranteed to reach all the way down to the Dimple and plunk it right in the Eye. Then all of the new Implements laid out at Home and Wife sitting back, listening to a Lecture as to what will be pulled off on the succeeding Day of Rest. She had promised at the Altar to Love, Honor, and Listen. Still, it was trying to see the once-loved Adult cavorting on the verge of Dementia and know that she was helpless. He sallied forth with those going to Early Mass, and returned at the Vesper Hour [246] THE SCOFFER WHO FELL HARD caked with Dust and 98 per cent, gone in the Turret. It seems that at the sixth hole on the Last Round where you cross the Crick twice, he fell down and broke both Arms and both Legs. So he tore up the Medal Score, gave all the Clubs to the Caddy, and standing on the grassy Summit of the tall Ridge guarding the Bunker, he had lifted a grimy Paw and uttered the Vow of Renuncia tion. In other words, he was Through. The senile Wrecks and the prattling Juve niles, for whom the Game was invented, could have his Part of it for all time. Never again would he walk on the Grass or cook his Arms or dribble Sand all over the dark and trampled Ground where count less Good Men had suffered. No, Indeed! So next day he bought all the Parapher- [247] ADE S FABLES nalia known to the Trade, and his name was put up at a Club. It was one of those regular and sure- enough Clubs. High East Winds prevailed in the Locker-Room. Every member was a Chick Evans when he got back to the nineteenth hole. Mr. Pallzey now began to regard the Ancient and Honorable Pastime as a com pendium of Sacraments, Ordeals, Incan tations, and Ceremonial Formalities. He resigned himself into the Custody of a professional Laddie with large staring Knuckles and a Dialect that dimmed all the memories of Lauder. In a short time the Form was classy, but the Score had to be taken out and buried after every Round. Mr. Pallzey saw that this Mundane Ex istence was not all Pleasure. He had found his Life- Work. The Lode-Star of his de- [248] THE SCOFFER WHO FELL HARD clining Years would be an even one hundred for the eighteen Flags. Wife would see him out in the Street, feeling his way along, totally unmindful of his Whereabouts. She would lead him into the Shade, snap her Fingers, call his Name, and gradually pull him out of the Trance. He would look at her with a filmy Gaze and smile faintly, as if partly remembering and then say: "Don t forget to follow through. Keep the head down tight with the left no hunching pivot on the hips. For a Cuppy Lie, take the Nib. If running up with the Jigger, drop her dead. The full St. Andrews should not be thrown into a Putt. Never up, never in. Lift the flag. Take a pickout from Casual Water but play the Road ways. To overcome Slicing or Pulling, ad vance the right or left Foot. Schlaffing and Socketing may be avoided by adding [2491 ADE S FABLES a hook with a top-spin or vice versa. The Man says there are twenty-six Things to be remembered in Driving from the Tee. One is Stance. I forget the other twenty -five." Then the Partner of his Joys and Sorrows, with the accent on the Debit Side, would shoot twenty Grains of Asperin into him and plant him in the Flax. Next morning at Breakfast he would break it to her that the Brassie had devel oped too much of a Whip and he had de cided to try a forty-inch Shaft. They had Seasoned Hickory for Break fast, Bunkers for Luncheon, and the Fair Green for Dinner. As a matter of course they had to give up their comfortable Home among the Friends who had got used to them and move out to a strawboard Bungalow so as to be near the Execution Grounds. Mrs. Pallzey wanted to do the White [250] THE SCOFFER WHO FELL HARD Mountains, but Mr. Pallzey needed her. He wanted her to be waiting on the Veranda at Dusk, so that he could tell her all about it, from the preliminary Address to the final Foozle. Sometimes he would come home envel oped in a foglike Silence which would last beyond early Candle Lighting, when he would express the Opinion that the Ad ministration at Washington had proved a Failure. Perhaps the very next Evening he would lope all the way up the Gravel and breeze into her presence, smelling like a warm gust of Air from Dundee. He would ask her to throw an Amber Light on the Big Hero. He would call her "Kid" and say that Vardon had nothing on him. Her man was the Gink to show that Pill how to take a Joke. Then she would know that he had won a [251] ADE S FABLES Box of Balls from Mrs. Talbot s poor old crippled Father-in-Law. She could read him like a Barometer. If he and Mr. Hilgus, the Real Estate Man, came home together fifteen feet apart, she would know it had been a Jolly Day on the Links. By the second summer, Mr. Pallzey had worked up until he was allowed to use a Shower Bath once hallowed by the presence of Jerome Tr avers. He was not exactly a Duffer. He was what might be called a sub-Duffer, or Var nish, which means that the Committee was ashamed to mark up the Handicap. He still had a good many superfluous Hands and Feet and was bleeding freely on every Green. Sometimes he would last as far as the Water-Hazard and then sink with a Bub bling Cry. [252] THE SCOFFER WHO FELL HARD Notwithstanding which, he kept on trying to look like the Photographs of Ouimet. If he spun into the High Spinach off at the Right it was Tough Luck. If he whanged aw^ay with a Niblick down in a bottomless Pit, caromed on a couple of Oaks, and finally angled off toward the Cup, he would go around for Days talking about Some Shot. As his Ambition increased, his Mental Arithmetic became more and more defective and his Moral Nature was wholly atrophied. As an Exponent of the more advanced Play he was a Fliv, but as a Matchmaker he was a Hum-Dinger. He knew^ he \vas plain pastry for the Sharks, so he would hang around the first Tee waiting to cop out a Pudding. One day he took on Mrs. Olmstead s Infant Son, just home from Military School. The tender Cadet nursed him along to [253] ADE S FABLES an even-up at the Punch-Bowl and then proceeded to smear His vital Organs all over the Bad Lands. That evening Mr. Pallzey told her she would have to cut down on Household Expenses. Six years, after he gave up the Business Career and consecrated himself to some thing more Important, Mr. Pallzey had so well mastered the baffling Intricacies that he was allowed to trail in a Foursome with the President of the Club. This happened once. It is well known that any Person who mooches around a Country Club for a suf ficient Period will have some kind of a Cup wished on to him. Fourteen years after Mr. Pallzey threw himself into it, Heart and Soul, and when the Expenses approximated $30,000, he earned his Halo. [254] THE SCOFFER WHO FELL HARD One evening he came back to his haggard Companion, chortling infant-wise, and dis played something which looked like an Eye- Cup with Handles on it. He said it was a Trophy. It was a Con solation Offering for Maidens with an al lowance of more than eighteen. After that their daily Life revolved around the $2 bargain in Britannia. Mrs. Pallzey had to use Metal Polish on it to keep it from turning black. When the Visitors lined up in front of the Mantel and gazed at the tiny Shaving Mug, the Cellar Champion of the World would regale them with the story of hair breadth Scapes and moving Adventures by Gravel Gulleys and rushing Streams on the Memorable Day when he (Pallzey) had put the Blocks to Old Man McLaughlin, since deceased. Then he would ask all present to feel of [255] ADE S FABLES his Forearm, after which he would pull the Favorite One about Golf adding ten years to his life. Mrs. Pallzey would be sitting back, pour ing Tea, but she never chimed in with any Estimate as to what had been the effect on her Table of Expectations. MORAL: Remain under the Awning. [256] THE NEW FABLE OF THE LONE SOME CAMP ON THE FROZEN HEIGHTS ELAM was the main Whizzer in a huddle of Queen Annes, bounded on the North by a gleaming Cemetery, on the East by a limping subdivision, on the South by a de serted Creamery, and on the West by an expanse of Stubble. Claudine was the other two-thirds of the Specialty. She was a snappy little Trick and it was a dull hour of the Day or Night when she couldn t frame up a new General Order for the Breadwinner. The Marriage came off during the third summer of her twenty-seventh year. [257] ADE S FABLES She accepted Elam about a week before he proposed to her, thus simplifying the Ordeal. While the Wafer on the License was still warm, she put on her spangled Suit, moved to the centre of the Ring, and cracked the Whip. After that Elam continued to be a Hellion around the Office, but in his private Quarters he was merely Otto, the Trained Seal. Claudine could make him Bark, play the Cymbals, or go back to the Blue Bench. There is one Elam in every Settlement. All the wise Paper-hangers and the fly Guitar Players had him marked up as a Noodle, but somehow, every time the win ning Numbers were hung out, he would be found in Line, waiting to Cash. He was not Bright enough to do any thing except garner the Gold Certificates. Elam had no Ear for Music, and, coming [258] THE LONESOME CAMP out of the Opera House, never could re member the name of the Play or which one of the Burglars was the real Hero. His Reading was confined to the Head lines of a conservative Paper which was still printing War News. Baseball had not come into his Life whatsoever. A cultured Steno, who knew about George Meredith and Arnold Bennett, had to do his Spelling for him at 14 Bucks per. The Cerebellum of Elam was probably about the dimensions of a Malaga Grape. Sizing him by his Looks, one would have opined that Nature meant him for a Ticket- taker in a suburban Cinema Palace. Elam was a mental Gnat and a spiritual Microbe, but the Geezer knew how to annex the Kale. When Providence is directing the Hand outs, she very often slips some Squarehead [259] ADE S FABLES the canny Gift of corraling the Cush, but holds out all of the desirable Attributes supposed to distinguish Man from what you see in the Cages at the Zoo. After the Pater had earned his Shaft in the Cemetery, Elam became the Loud Noise around a dinky Manufacturing Plant down by the Yards. The Cracker Barrel Coterie and all the Old Ladies who had become muscle-bound from wielding the Sledge predicted that Elam would put the Organization into the Ditch, wrong side up. The Well-wishers, the Brotherly Lovers, and the total membership of the Helping Hand Society sat back waiting for Elam to be dug out of the Debris, so they could collect Witness Fees at the Autopsy. The Junior earned their abiding Dislike by putting one across. He made the Fossils sit up in their padded [260] THE LONESOME CAMP Rocking Chairs and pay some attention to the Idiot Child. He never could hold down any Position until tried out for a Captain of Industry and then he began to Bat 450 and Field 998. After the dusty Workmen had manufac tured the Product, and the Salesmen had unloaded it, and the Collectors had brought in the Dinero, then Elam had to sit at a Mahogany Desk with a Picture of Clau- dine in front of him, and figure how much of the hard-earned Mazuma would be doled out to his greedy Employees. Sometimes he would be compelled to fork over nearly half of the Gross, whereupon his Heart would ache and he would become Morose. In a few Years he had a lot of new Build ings, with Skylights and improved Ma chinery and all sorts of humane Appliances [261] ADE S FABLES to enable the Working Force to increase the Output. As the Bank Account expanded and the Happy Couple found themselves going up, Claudine began to scan the Horizon and act restless-like. She said the Home Town was Impossible. It certainly did seem Contrary to Reason. Any Woman with a salaried Husband could bust into Society if she sang in a Choir or owned an Ice-cream Freezer. Claudine was for migrating to some high- toned Community beyond the Rising Sun, where she could sit in Marble Halls and compare Jewelry with proud Duennas of her own Station. Seeing Claudine at the corner of 8th and Central, waiting for the Open Car, one would not have suspected that she harbored Intentions on the Court Circles of Europe. One would merely have guessed that she [262] THE LONESOME CAMP was on her way to the Drug Store to pur chase much Camphor. But she had taken a peek at the Palm Rooms and the powdered Lackeys and the Tea Riot at the Plaza, and she was panting inwardly. She wanted to hang a silver Bell around her neck and go galloping with the white- faced Thoroughbreds. It was no good trying to work up Speed on a half-mile track in the Prairie Loam. Once in a while Claudine made a bold Sashay to start something devilish, but the Fillies trained on the Farm did not seem gaited for the Grand Circuit. As for the Servant Problem, it was some thing ferocious. City Help could not be lured to the Tall Grass, and all the Locals had been schooled at the Railway Eating- House. Elam and Claudine had a Cook named [263] ADE S FABLES Gusta, born somewhere near the Arctic Circle in Europe. Her fried Chicken drowned in thick Gravy came under the head of Regular Food. She could turn out Waffles as long as there was a Customer in sight. The Bis cuit on which she specialized were light as Down. The Things she fixed to Eat were Fine and Dandy but she never had heard of a Cuisine. When you took her away from regular Chow and made her tackle something Cas serole or En Tasse, she blew. Also there was a Maid who should have belonged to the Stevedores Union. She could pack Victuals in from the But tery and slam them down on the Table, a la Commercial Hotel, but when it came to building up an intricate Design with [264] THE LONESOME CAMP an ingrowing Napkin, three spoons, four Knives, five forks, and all the long-stemmed Glasses, to say nothing of an artful pyramid ing of Cut Flowers around the Candelabra, then she was simply a female Blacksmith. Claudine would throw a Dinner once in a while, just to subdue the Wife and Daugh ter of the National Bank, but the Crew would nearly always crab the Entertain ment. With the Support accorded by the solid ivory Staff, she had a fat Chance to give a correct Imitation of Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish. All during the nine Courses she had to yelp more Orders than the Foreman of a Street Gang. A Megaphone would have helped some. The Hostess who wishes to look and carry on like a Duchess, certainly finds it vexing when pop-eyed Lizzie leans against [265] ADE S FABLES all of the principal Guests in turn and then endeavors to shoot the Episcopalian Rec tor in the Neck with a gush of real Cham pagne. After one of these sad Affairs, at which the Rummies had balled up the whole Menu, Claudine came to the front with an Ulti matum. She said she was going to can the awful Birthplace and spend the remain der of her Natural among the real Rowdy- Dows. "Right-o, Babe!" spoke up Elam. "To day I have put the Works into a new Com bine which makes me a Janitor so far as the Plant is concerned, but boosts me into the Charley Schwab division when it comes to Collateral. I have three million Iron Boys and most of it is Turkey. I am foot loose and free as a Robin. Let us beat it to the Big Show. It is about time that the vast Territory lying toward the East should [266] THE LONESOME CAMP be aroused from its Lethargy. Go as far as you like." The two were foxy. For monetary and real-estate Reasons they did not give it out cold that they were making a final Getaway. They planned to have Gusta remain at the dear old Dump as a Caretaker, but it was merely a Bluff. When the Town Hack followed a Wagon- Load of Trunks to the Depot, Claudine leaned out and said: "Fare thee well, O you Indian Village! This is the Parting of the Ways for little Sunshine." Next we see them in the gaudy Diner, eating Sweetbreads. Next day thousands of warm-hearted New Yorkers were packed along the W 7 ater Front all the Way from the Battery to Grant s Tomb, giving royal Welcome to the Corn-fed Pilgrims. At any rate, they were Packed. When Elam and Claudine entered the [267] ADE S FABLES Hotel, the discerning Bell-hops had them stand back until the others had registered. They were Important but they did not carry any Signs. Elam should have worn the Letter of Credit on the outside. After they had taken the Imperial Suite and invited all the Servants on the Twelfth Floor to a Silver Shower, they found that the Call-Bells worked fine. If Elam moved in the general direction of a Button, a handsome West Pointer would flit in with a pitcher of Iced Water and then hover around for his Bit. Both realized that the first requisite was a lot of new Scenery. Even when they rapped sharply with a Spoon and ordered Gargon to hurry up the Little Birds with a Flagon of St. Regis Bubbles to come along as a Drench, they realized that they did not look the Parts. [268] THE LONESOME CAMP Elam still combed his Hair in the style approved by the "Barbers Guide and Man ual" for 1887. Claudine was fully clothed as far up as her Neck and didn t have the Nerve to hoist the Lorgnette. Elam went out and had himself draped by a swagger Tailor who was said to do a lot of Work for the Vanderbilt Boys. In his Afternoon Wear he resembled the Manager of a Black-Goods Department. After donning the complete Soup and Fish, known in swozzey circles as Thirteen and the Odd, he didn t look as much like a W T aiter as one might have supposed. He looked more like the Bus who takes away the Dishes. Claudine yielded herself up to a Modiste. The Good Woman from out of Town was a trifle Long in the Tooth at this stage of our Narrative, but Mme. Bunk convinced [269] ADE S FABLES her that she was about half way between the Trundle Bed and her First Party. She ordered all the Chic Novelties recom mended for Flappers, so that Flam began to walk about ten feet behind her, wonder ing vaguely if his Family was still respect able. The new Harness and a careless habit of counting Money in Public soon gave them an enviable Reputation in the prin cipal Cafes, although they could not ob serve that they were moving any nearer to the Newport Colony. The shift from Pig s Knuckles to Am brosia and Nectar had been a little sudden for Flam, and sometimes, when they were darting hither and thither, from Road- House to Play-House and thence to the Louis XIV Sitting-Room by way of the Tango-Joint, he would moan a little and act like a Quitter. [270] THE LONESOME CAMP Whereupon Claudine would jack him up and tell him to pull out his Cuffs and push back the Forelock and try to be Hu man. No use. He was strictly Ritz-Carlton from the Pumps to the Topper, but the word "Boob" was plainly stenciled on the glossy Front. When they had conquered all the Eating- Places in the Tenderloin they moved on to Europe, where they were just as welcome as Influenza. It was great to sit in the Savoy at the Supper Hour, surrounded by the best known people mentioned in the Court Cir culars. It was indeed a privilege for Elam and Claudine to be among the British Cousins, even if the British Cousins did not seem to place Elam and Claudine. Looking in any direction they could see [271] ADE S FABLES naught but frosty and forbidding Shoulder Blades. After partaking of their Sole and Grouse and winning a pleasant "Good-Night" from the Chevalier in the Check-Room, they would escape to their Apartments and talk to the Dog. In Paris they did better. They learned that by going out on the Boulevard and whistling, they could sum mon a whole Regiment of high-born and patrician Down-and-Outers. Most of the Titles were slightly worm- eaten and spotted with Scale, but never theless Genuine. It was Nuts for Claudine to assemble all of the Noblemen to be picked up around the Lobby and give them a free run and jump at the Carte du Jour. Her Dinners soon became the talk of the Chambermaids employed at the Hotel. [272] THE LONESOME CAMP Any one willing to cut loose on Caviar and stuff raised under Glass will never have to dine alone in gay Paree. Whenever Elam made a noise like 1000 Frongs he found a lot of well-bred Con noisseurs at his Elbow, all ready to have something unusual brought up from the Cellar. The securing of an Invitation to one of Claudine s formal Dinners was almost as difficult as getting into Luna Park. However, the list of guests sounded Real when sent back to America and printed for the entertainment of persons living in Boarding-Houses. Claudine became slightly puffed. When she found herself between a couple of per fumed Lads wearing Medals she would give Friend Husband the Office to move to one side and curl up in the Grass and not ruin the Ensemble by butting in. [273] ADE S FABLES Elam was usually at the foot of the Table behind a mass of Orchids. Once in a while he would try to crowd into the Conversation just to let them know that old Ready Money was still present, but every time he came up Dearie would do her blamedest to Bean him and put him out of the Game. Claudine could make a stab at the new Pictures in the Salon and even run nimbly around the edge of the Futurist vogue. Elam was ready to discuss Steamship Lines or Railway Accommodations, but when he was put against the Tall Brows he began to burn low and smell of the Wick. Often, when surfeited with Truffles, he would wonder what had become of the Green Corn, the K. and K., the regular Chicken with Giblets, the Hot Cherry Pie, the smok ing Oyster Stew, and the Smearcase with Chives, such as Gusta used to send in. [274] THE LONESOME CAMP These reminders of a lowly Past were very distasteful to Claudine. Once he talked in his Sleep about Cod fish Balls, and next morning she lit on him something ramfugious. After the Parisian triumphs it seemed a safe bet to return home and make a new effort to mingle with the Face-Cards. This time they took a House in New York and went after Grand Opera as if they knew \vhat it was about. The Son of an Earl consented to Buttle for them. He refused them Butter with their Meals and kept them trembling most of the time, but they determined to do things Right, even if both died of Nervous Pros tration. When they began making real Headway and were recognized in the Park by some of the Headliners, Claudine would chide Elam for his early Doubts and Fears. [275] ADE S FABLES "This has got the Middle West skinned forty ways from the Jack," she would exclaim, gayly, as they motored up the Avenue. "Me for the White Lights! It s a good thing you had a Pacemaker or you would now be wearing detachable Cuffs and putting Sugar on your Lettuce." Two years had elapsed since the escape from being Buried Alive. They were, to all outward appearances, City-broke. One day Claudine allowed that she was tired of Bridge and the gay Routine. She announced that she was slipping away to Virginia Hot Springs to cool off and rest. Elam said that while she was lying up, he would inspect certain Mining Properties in Canada. He drove Honey to the train, then he tore back to the palatial Home, chucked [276] THE LONESOME CAMP a few Props into a Suit Case and headed for the Grand Central. He never stopped going until he ducked in the Back Way, through the Grape Arbor, past the Woodshed, into the Kitchen of the old Homestead in which he first saw the Light of Day. Gusta nearly keeled when she lamped the long-lost Boss. " Get busy," he said. " One fried Steak, the size of a Lap-Robe, smothered with Onions, two dozen Biscuits without any Armor Plate, one bushel of home-made Pork and Beans, much Butter, and a Gallon of Coffee in a Tureen." "You will have to wait a while," said the faithful Gusta. "There is a double order of Ham and Turnips ahead of you. While you are waiting you might go up and call on the Missus. She has put on her old [277] ADE S FABLES Blue Wrapper and the Yarn Slippers and is now lying on a Feather Tick in the Spare Room." MORAL: The only City People are those born so. [2781 He talked Numbers to himself as he sped along and mumbled over the important Letters he was about to dictate THE NEW FABLE OF THE MARA THON IN THE MUD AND THE LAUREL WREATH A STUB-NOSED Primary Pupil, richly endowed with old-gold Freckles, lived in a one-cylinder Town, far from the corroding influences of the Stock Exchange. He arrived during the age of Board Side walks, Congress Gaiters, and Pie for Break fast. The Paper Collar, unmindful of the ap proaching Celluloid, was still affected by the more tony Dressers. Prison-made Bow Ties, with the handy elastic Fastener, were then considered right Natty. Limousines, Eugenics, Appendicitis, and the regulation of Combines were beyond the [281] ADE S FABLES rise of the Hill, so the talk was mostly about the Weather and Married Women. The baptismal Cognomen of the mottled Offspring was Alexander Campbell Purvis, but on account of his sunny Disposition he was known to the Countryside as Aleck. One morning the Lad did his crawl from under the Quilt at an hour when our Best People of the new Century are sending away the empty Siphons. He was acting on a Hunch. The far-famed Yankee Robinson show, with the Trick Mule and the smiling Tum blers, had exhibited the day before on the vacant Lot between the Grist-Mill and the Parsonage. Aleck was familiar with the juvenile Tra dition that Treasure could be discovered at or near the trampled Spot on which the Ticket- Wagon had been anchored. It was known that the agitated Yahoos [282] THE MARATHON IN THE MUD from up in the Catfish Country were likely to fumble and spill their saved-up Currency, thereby avoiding the trouble of handing it over to the Grafters later on. Aleck was the first Prospector to show. He got busy and uncovered a Silver Buck. It looked about the size of a Ferris Wheel. While beating it for the parental Roof he began laying out in his Mind all the Pleas ures of the Flesh that he could command with the Mass of Lucre. The miscue he made was to flash his For tune in the Family Circle. After breakfast he found himself being steered to the Farmers & Merchants Bank. He was pried away from the Cart- Wheel and given a teeny little Book which showed that he was a Depositor. "Now, Alexander C.," said his Ma, "if you will shin up the ladder and pick Cher ries every day this week at two cents per 1283] ADE S FABLES Quart, by nightfall of Saturday you will have another Case-Note to put into Cold Storage." "But, if I continue dropping the pro ceeds of my Labor into the Reservoir, what is there in it for me?" asked the inquisitive Chick. His mother replied, "Why, you will have the Gratification of moving up to the Win dow at the Bank and earning a Smile of Approbation from old Mr. Fishberry with the Throat Whiskers." So the aspiring Manikin clung to the per ilous Tree-Tops day after day, dropping the ruby Cherries into the suspended Bucket, while all of the Relatives stood on the ground and applauded. One day there was a Conference and it was discovered that little Aleck was solvent to the extent of $2.80. "Would it not be Rayzorius?" queried [284] THE MARATHON IN THE MUD the Sire of Alexander; "would it not be Ipskalene if Aleck kept on and on until he had assembled five whole Dollars?" Thus spurred to Endeavor by a large and rooting Gallery, the Urchin went prowling for Old Iron, which he trundled off to the Junkman. Also for empty Bottles, which he labori ously scoured and delivered at the Drug Store for a mere dribble of Chicken Feed. The sheet of Copper brought a tidy Sum, while old Mrs. Arbuckle wondered what had become of her Wash-Boiler. With a V to his Credit, Aleck put a Pad lock on every Pocket in his Store Suit and went Money-Mad. He acquired a Runt and swilled it with solicitude until the Butcher made him an offer. It was a proud Moment when he eased in the $7.60 to T. W. Fishberry, who told him [285] ADE S FABLES to keep on scrouging and some day he would own a share in the Building & Loan. Our Hero fooled away his time in School until he was all of eleven years old, when he became associated with one Blodgett in the Grocery Business, at a weekly Insult of Two Bones. All the time Aleck was cleaning the Coal- Oil Lamps or watching the New Orleans Syrup trickle into the Jug, he was figuring how much of the Stipend he could segregate and isolate and set aside for the venerable Mr. Fishberry, the Taker-In up at the Bank with the Chinchilla on the Larynx. For ten long years the White Slave tested Eggs and scooped the C Sugar. When Aleck became of Age, Mr. Blodgett was compelling him to take $30 the first of every month. He lived on Snowballs in the Winter and Dandelions in the Summer, but he had paid [2861 THE MARATHON IN THE MUD $800 on a two-story Brick facing Railroad Street. His name was a Byword and Hissing among the Pool-Players. Nevertheless, he stood Ace High with the old Two-per-cent-a Month up at the Abattoir known as the Farmers & Merchants Bank. The Boys who dropped in every thirty Days came to know him as a Wise Fish and a Close Buyer. They boosted at Head quarters, so the first thing you know Aleck was a Drummer, with two Grips bigger than Dog-Houses and a chance to swing on the Expense Account. A lowly and unsung Wanamaker would be sitting in his Prunery, wearing Yarn Wristlets to keep warm and meditating another Attack on the Bottle of Stomach Bitters in the Safe, when Aleck would breeze in and light on him and sell him sev eral Gross of something he didn t need. [287] ADE S FABLES The Traveling Salesman dug up many a Cross-Roads overlooked by the Map- Makers. He knew how to pin a Rube against the Wall and make him say "Yes." He rode in Cabooses, fought the Roller- Towels, endured the Taunts of Ess, Bess, and Tess who shot the Sody Biscuit, and reclined in the Chamber of Horrors, entirely surrounded by Wall-Paper, but what cared he? He was salting the Spon. He was closing in on the Needful. For a term of years he lived on Time- Tables and slept sitting up. Day after day he dog-trotted through a feverish Routine of unpacking and packing, and then climbing back to the superheated Day Coach among the curdled Smells. Every January 1st he did a Gaspard Chuckle when he checked up the total [288] THE MARATHON IN THE MUD Get, for now he owned two Brick Build ings and had tasted a little Blood in the way of Chattel Mortgages. One of the partners in the Jobbing Con cern happened to die. Before Rigor Mortis could set in or the Undertaker had time to flash a Tape Measure, Aleck was up at the grief-stricken Home to cop out an Option on the Interest. Now he could give the Cackle to all the Knights of the Road who had blown their Substance along the gay White Ways of Crawfordsville, Bucyrus, and Sedalia. He was the real Gazook with a Glass Cage, a sliding Desk and a whole Battery of Rubber Stamps. In order to learn every Kink of the Game, freeze out the other Holders of Stock and gradually possess himself of all the Money in the World, Aleck now found it necessary to organize himself into both a Day and a [289] ADE S FABLES Night Shift and have his Lunches brought in. The various Smoothenheimers who were out on the Road had a proud chance to get by with the padded Expense Account. Aleck could smell a Phoney before he opened the Envelope, because that is how he got His. With a three-ton Burden on his aching Shoulders, he staggered up the flinty In cline. Away back yonder, while sleeping above the Store, a vision had come to him. He saw himself sitting as a Director at a Bank Meeting an enlarged and glorified Fish- berry. Now he was playing Fox and pulling for the Dream to work out. The cold-eyed Custodians up at the main Fortress of Credit began to take notice of the Rustler. [290] THE MARATHON IN THE MUD He was a Glutton for Punishment, a Dis counter from away back, and a Demon for applying the Acid Test to every Account. He was a Sure-Thinger, air-tight and playing naught but Cinches. No wonder they all took a slant at him and spotted him as a Comer. The Business Associates of Alexander liked to see Europe from the inside every summer and investigate the Cocktail Crop of Florida every winter, so they allowed him to be the Works. He began building the Skids which finally carried them to the Fresh Air and left only one name on the Gold Sign. Up to his Chin in Debt and with a Panic looming on the Horizon, it behooved Alex ander to be on the job at 7:30 A. M. and hang around to scan the Pay-Roll until 9:30 P.M. Ofttimes while galloping from his Apart- [291] ADE S FABLES ment to the Galleys or chasing homeward to grab off a few wasteful hours of Slumber, he would see People of the Lower Classes going out to the Parks with Picnic Baskets, or lined up at the Vaudeville Palaces, or watching a hard-faced Soubrette demon strate something in a Show Window. It got him to think Dubs could frivol around and waste the golden Moments when they might be hopping on to a Ten- Cent Piece. His usual Gait was that of a man going for the Doctor, and he talked Numbers to him self as he sped along and mumbled over the important Letters he was about to dictate. Those who were pushed out of his way would overhear a scrap or two of the Raving and think he was Balmy. The answer is that every hard-working Business Guy acts as if he had Screech- Owls in the Tower. [292] THE MARATHON IN THE MUD Aleck had his whole Staff so buffaloed that the Hirelings tried to keep up with him, so that Life in the Beehive was just one thing after another, with no Intermission. The Whip cracked every five minutes, and the Help would dig in their toes and take a fresh lean-up against the Collars, for the Main Squeeze was trying to be a Bank Director, and Rockefeller had stolen a long start on him. With a thousand important Details claim ing his attention, Aleck had no time to monkey with side issues such as the general State of his Health or the multifarious plans for uplifting the Flat-Heads that he could see from his Window. Those who recommended Golf to him seemed to forget that no one ever laid by anything while on the Links. As for the Plain People, his only Convic tion when he surveyed them in the Mass [293] ADE S FABLES was that every Man-Jack was holding back Money that rightfully belonged to him (Alexander) . Needless to say, the battling Financier was made welcome at the Directors Table and handed a piece of a Trust Company and became an honored Guest when any Melon was to be sliced. All that he dreamt while sleeping in the cold room over the Store had eventuated for fair. The more Irons in the Fire, the more flip-flops he turned. He never paused, except to weep over the fact that some of the rival Procurers were getting more than he could show. It was an unjust World. Brushing away the salty Tears, he would leap seven feet into the Air and spear a passing Dollar. By the time he had the Million necessary [294] THE MARATHON IN THE MUD for the support of a suitable and well- recommended Lady, he was too busy to go chasing and too foxy to split his Pile with a rank Outsider. His Motor-Car squawked at the Sparrow Cops when they waved their Arms. The engineer who pulled the Private Car always had his Orders to hit it up. Sometimes the Private Secretary would drop out from Exhaustion, but the Hu man Dynamo never slowed up. He would shout his General Orders into the Cylinder of a Talking Machine. He reposed at Night with a Ticker on his Bosom and a Receiver at his Ear. When he finally flew the Track and blew out the Carburetor, they had to use a Net to get him under Control so that he could be carted away to the Hospital. Then the Trained Nurse had to practise all the Trick Holds known to Frank Gotch [295] ADE S FABLES to keep him from arising to resume the grim Battle against his Enemies on the Board. He fluttered long before calming down, but finally they got him all spread out and as nice a Patient as one could wish to see. When he was too weak to start anything, Doc sat down and cheered him along by telling what Precautions should have been taken, along about 1880. "And now, I have some News for you," said the Practitioner, holding in his Grief so well that no one could notice it. "You are going away from here. Owing to the total absence of many Organs commonly re garded as essential, it will be impossible for you to go back to the Desk and duplicate any of your notable Stunts. No doubt we shall be able to engage Six Men of Present able Appearance to act as Pall-Bearers. It is our purpose to proceed to the Cemetery by Automobile so as not to impede Traffic [296] THE MARATHON IN THE MUD on any of the Surface Lines in which you are so heavily interested. I congratulate you on getting so far along before being tripped up, and I am wondering if you have a Final Request to make." "Just one," replied the Great Man. "I d like to have you or somebody else tell me what it s all been about." The only remaining Fact to be chronicled is that the original Dollar, picked up on the Circus Lot, was found among the Effects. A Nephew, whom Alexander Campbell Purvis never had seen, took the Dollar and with it purchased two Packs of Egyptian Cigaroots, Regal size, with Gold Tips. 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