Two more years rolled away. Frank was nearly sixteen. He had grown up a
fine, manly lad, and never for one moment had Kate or I regretted the
care we had bestowed on his education and training. He was all we could
have wished for in our own son, and in his warm love and cheerful
obedience we both found the blessing invoked on us by his dying mother.
His affection for Kate was something more than the common feeling of a
child for a parent. With that was blended a sort of half worship, which
made him listen to her every word, and hang on her every look, as if she
were a being of some higher order than he. They were inseparable. He
preferred her society to that of his young companions, and often, when
he was a child, seated by her knee, and listening, when she told of his
'other mother' in the 'beautiful heaven,' have I seen his eye wander to
her face with an expression, which plainly said: 'My heart knows no
'other mother' than you.' Kate was proud of him, and well she might be,
for he was a comely youth; and his straight, closely knit, sinewy frame;
dark, deepset eyes; and broad, open forehead, overhung with thick, brown
hair; only outshadowed a beautiful mind, an open, upright, manly nature,
whose firm and steady integrity nothing could shake.
About this time I received a letter from his father, which, as it had an
important bearing on the lad's future career, I give to the reader:
BOSTON, _September 20th, 185-._
DEAR SIR:--A recent illness has brought my past life in its true light
before me. I see its sin, and I would make all the atonement in my
power. I cannot undo the wrong I have done to one who is gone, but I can
do my duty to her child. You, I am told, have been a father to him. _I_
would now assume that relation, and make you such recompense for what
you have done, as you may require. I am too weak to travel, or indeed,
to leave my house, but I am impatient to see my son. May I not ask you
to bring him to me at once? Then I will arrange all things to your
satisfaction.
I need not tell you, after saying what I have, that I should feel
greatly gratified to once more possess your confidence, and regard.
I am, sincerely yours,
JOHN HALLET.
In another hand was the following postscript:
MY DEAR BOY:--John is sincere. Thee can trust him. He has told me _all_.
He will do the right thing. Come on with the lad as soon as thee can.
Love to Kate. Thy old friend,
DAVID.
After conferring with my wife, I sent the following reply to these
communications:
NEW YORK, _September 22d, 185-._
DAVID OF OLD;--Thou man after the Lord's own heart. I have Hallet's
letter, seasoned with your P.S. He is shrewd; he knew that nothing but
your old-fashioned hand would draw a reply from _me_, to anything
written by _him_.
I've no faith in sick-bed repentances; and none in John Hallet, sick or
well:
'When the devil was sick,
The devil a monk would be;
When the devil got well,
The devil a monk was he.'
However, as Hallet is capable of cheating his best friend, even the
devil, I will take his letter into consideration; but it having taken
him sixteen years to make up his mind to do a right action, it may take
me as many days to come to a decision on this subject.
Frank is everything to us, and nothing but the clearest conviction that
his ultimate good will be promoted by going to his father, will induce
us to consent to it.
I do not write Hallet. You may give him as much or as little of this
letter as you think will be good for him.
Kate sends love to you and to Alice; and dear David, with all the love I
felt for you when I wore a short jacket, and sat on the old stool,
I am your devoted friend.
* * * * *
It was a dingy old sign. It had hung there in sun and rain till its
letters were faint and its face was furrowed. It had looked down on a
generation that had passed away, and seen those who placed it there go
out of that doorway never to return; still it clung to that dingy old
warehouse, and still Russell, Rollins & Co. was signed in the dingy old
counting room at the head of the stairway. It was known the world over.
It was heard of on the cotton fields of Texas, in the canebrakes of
Cuba, and amid the rice swamps of Carolina. The Chinaman spoke of it as
he sipped his tea and plied his chopsticks in the streets of Canton, and
the half-naked negro rattled its gold as he gathered palm oil and the
copal gum on the western coast of Africa. Its plain initials, painted in
black on a white ground, waved from tall masts over many seas, and its
simple 'promise to pay,' scrawled in a bad hand on a narrow strip of
paper, unlocked the vaults of the best bankers in Europe. And yet it was
a dingy old sign! Men looked up to it as they passed by, and wondered
that a cracked, weather-beaten board, that would not sell for a dollar,
should be counted 'good for a million.'
It was a dingy old warehouse, with narrow, dark, cobwebbed windows, and
wide, rusty iron shutters, which, as the bleak October wind swept up old
Long Wharf, swung slowly on their hinges with a sharp, grating creak. I
heard them in my boyhood. Perched on a tall stool at that old desk, I
used to listen, in the long winter nights, to those strange, wild cries,
till I fancied they were voices of the uneasy dead, come back to take
the vacant seats beside me, and to pace again, with ghostly tread, the
floor of that dark old counting room. They were a mystery and a terror
to me; but they never creaked so harshly, or cried so wildly, as on that
October night, when for the first time in nine years I turned my steps
up the trembling old stairway.
It was just after nightfall. A single gas burner threw a dim, uncertain
light over the old desk, and lit up the figure of a tall, gray-haired
man, who was bending over it. He had round, stooping shoulders, and
long, spindling limbs. One of his large feet, encased in a thick,
square-toed shoe, rested on the round of the desk; the other, planted
squarely on the floor, upheld his spare, gaunt frame. His face was thin
and long, and two deep, black lines under his eyes contrasted strangely
with the pallid whiteness of his features. His clothes were of the
fashion of those good people called 'Friends,' and had served long as
his 'Sunday best' before being degraded to daily duty. They were of
plain brown, and, though not shabby, were worn and threadbare, and of
decidedly economical appearance. Everything about him, indeed, wore an
economical look. His scant coat tails, narrow pants, and short waistcoat
showed that the cost of each inch of material had been counted, while
his thin hair, brushed carefully over his bald head, had not a lock to
spare; and even his large, sharp bones were covered with only just
enough flesh to hold them comfortably together. He had stood there till
his eye was dim and his step feeble, and though he had, for twenty
years--when handing in each semiannual trial balance to the head of the
house--declared that was his last, everybody said he would continue to
stand there till his own trial balance was struck, and his earthly
accounts were closed forever.
As I entered, he turned his mild blue eye upon me, and, taking my hand
warmly in his, exclaimed:
'My dear boy, I am glad to see thee!'
'I am glad to see _you_, David. Is Alice well?'
'Very well. And Kate, and thy babies?'
'All well,' I replied.
'Thee has come to see John?'
'Yes. How is he?'
'Oh, better; he got out several days ago. He's inside now,' and opening
the door of an inner office, separated from the outer one by a glass
partition, he said, 'John, Edmund is here.'
A tall, dark man came to the door, and, with a slightly flurried and
embarrassed manner, said:
'Ah, Mr. Kirke! I'm glad to see you. Please step in.'
As he tendered me a chair, a shorter and younger gentleman, who was
writing at another desk, sprang from his seat, and slapping me
familiarly on the back, exclaimed:
'My dear fellow, how are you?'
'Very well, Cragin; how are _you_?' I replied, returning his cordial
greeting.
'Good as new--never better in my life. It's good for one's health to see
you _here_.'
'I have come at Mr. Hallet's invitation.'
'Yes, I know, Hallet has told me you've a smart boy you want us to take.
Send him along. Boston's the place to train a youngster to business.'
The last speaker was not more than thirty, but a bald spot on the top of
his head, and a slight falling-in of his mouth, caused by premature
decay of the front teeth, made him seem several years older. He had
marked but not regular features, and a restless, dark eye, that opened
and shut with a peculiar wink, which kept time with the motion of his
lips in speaking. His clothes were cut in a loose, jaunty style, and his
manner, though brusque and abrupt, betokened, like his face, a free,
frank, whole-souled character. He was several years the junior of the
other, and as unlike him as one man can be unlike another.
The older gentleman, as I have said, was tall and dark. He had a high,
bold forehead, a pale, sallow complexion, and wore heavy gray whiskers,
trimmed with the utmost nicety, and meeting under a sharp, narrow chin.
His face was large, his jaws wide, and his nose pointed and prominent,
but his mouth was small and gathered in at the corners like a rat's;
and, as if to add to the rat resemblance, its puny, white teeth seemed
borrowed from that animal. There was a stately precision in his manner
and a stealthy softness in his tread not often seen in combination,
which might have impressed a close observer as indicative of a bold,
pompous, and yet cunning character.
These two gentlemen--Mr. Hallet and Mr. Cragin--were the only surviving
partners of the great house of Russell, Rollins & Co.
'Have you brought him with you?' asked Hallet, his voice trembling a
little, and his pale face flushing slightly as he spoke.
'No, sir,' I replied; 'I thought I would confer with you first. I have
not yet broached the subject to the lad.'
Some unimportant conversation followed, when Hallet, turning to Cragin,
asked:
'Are all the letters written for tomorrow's steamers?'
'Yes,' said Cragin, rising; 'and I believe I'll leave you two together.
As you've not spoken for ten years, you must have a good deal to say.
Come, David,' he called out, as he drew on his outside coat, 'let's go.'
'No, don't take David,' I exclaimed; 'I want to talk with the old
gentleman.'
'But you can see him to-morrow.'
'No, I return in the morning.'
'Well, David, I'll tell Alice you'll be home by nine.'
'Oh, that's it,' I said, laughing. 'It's Alice who makes you leave so
early on steamer night.'
'Yes, _sir_; Alice that _is_, and Mrs. Augustus Cragin that is _to
be_--when I get a new set of teeth. Good night,' and saying this, he
took up his cane, and left the office.
When he was gone, Hallet said to me:
'Do you desire to have David a witness to our conversation?'
'I want him to be a _party_ to it. We can come to no arrangement without
his coöperation.'
Hallet asked the bookkeeper in. When he was seated, I said:
'Well, Mr. Hallet, what do you propose to do for your son?'
'To treat him as I do my other children. Do all but acknowledge him.
That would injure _him_.'
'That is not important. But please be explicit as to what you will do.'
'David tells me that his inclinations tend to business, and that you
have meant to take him into your office. I will take him into _mine_,
and when he is twenty-one, if he has conducted himself properly, I will
give him an interest.'
'I shall be satisfied with no _contingent_ arrangement, sir. I know
Frank will prove worthy of the position.'
'Very well; then I will agree definitely to make him a partner when he
is of age.'
'Well, Mr. Hallet, if Frank will consent to come, I will agree to that
with certain conditions. I told his mother, when she was dying, that I
would consider him my own child; therefore I cannot give up the control
of him. He must regard me and depend on me as he does now. Again, I
cannot let him come here, and have no home whose influence shall protect
him from the temptations which beset young men in a large city. David
must take him into his family, and treat him as he treated me when I was
a boy, and--this must be reduced to writing.'
Hallet showed some emotion when I spoke of Frank's mother, but his face
soon assumed its usual expression, and he promptly replied:
'I will agree to all that, but I would suggest that the fact of his
being my son should not be communicated to him; that it be confined to
us three. I ask this, believe me, only for the sake of my family.
'I see no objection to that, sir, and I think, Frank, for his own sake,
should not know what his prospects are.'
Hallet signified assent, and turning to David, I asked:
'David, what do _you_ say? Will you take him?'
'I will,' said the old bookkeeper, showing in his expenditure of breath
the close economy which was the rule of his life.
'Nothing remains but to arrange his salary and the share he shall have
when he becomes a partner,' I remarked to Hallet.
'Will an average of seven hundred a year, and an eighth interest when
he's twenty-one, be satisfactory?'
'Entirely so. An eighth in your house will be better than a quarter in
ours. As it is now all understood, let David draw up the papers. We will
sign them, and leave them with him till I see Frank.'
'Very well. David, please to draw them up,' said Hallet; and then, his
voice again trembling a little, he added, 'All is understood, Mr. Kirke,
but the compensation I shall make you for your fatherly care of my much
neglected son. Money cannot pay for such service, but it will relieve me
to reimburse you for your expenditures.'
'I have had my pay, sir, in the love of the boy. I ask no more.'
Hallet was sensibly affected, but without speaking, he turned to the
desk, and took down his bankbook. In a few moments he handed me a check.
It was for five thousand dollars. I took it, and, hesitating an instant,
said:
'I will keep this, sir; not for myself, but for Frank. It may be of
service to him at some future time.'
'Keep it for yourself, sir, not for him. He will not need it. He shall
share equally with my other children.'
'I am glad to see this spirit in you, sir. Frank will be worthy of all
you may do for him.'
'It is not for _his_ sake that I will do it,' replied Hallet, his voice
tremulous with emotion; 'it is that I may have the forgiveness of the
one I--I--' He said no more, but leaning his head on his hand, he wept!
If there is joy among the angels over one that repents, was there not,
then, forgiveness in _her_ heart for _him_?
No one spoke for some minutes; then David rose, and handing me one of
the papers, laid the other before Hallet.
'This appears right,' I said, after reading it over carefully.
'Yes,' replied Hallet, taking up a pen and signing the other. Passing it
to me, he added: 'Keep them both--take them now.'
'But Frank may not wish to come.'
'Then I will find some other way of helping him. He is my son! Take the
papers.'
'Well, as you say,' I replied. 'David, please to witness this.'
Hallet pressed me to pass the night at his house, but I declined, and
rode out to Cambridge with the old bookkeeper. With many injunctions to
watch carefully over Frank, I left him about twelve o'clock, rode into
town with Cragin, and the next morning started for New York.
That night, as I recounted the interview to Kate, I said:
'I never did believe in these double-quick conversions; but Hallet _is_
an altered man.'
'Then, indeed, can the leopard change his spots.'
As usual, her womanly intuitions were right; my worldly wisdom was
wrong!