Every Soul Hath Its Song Part 72
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Cronies, snug in an age of steam heat, turn their warm backs upon to-day, swap white-Christmas stories, and hanker with forefinger laid alongside of nose for the base-burners and cold backs of the good old days.
Not least upon the busy magnate's table is his shopping-list.
Evenings, six-dollar-a-week salesgirls sit in their five-dollar-a-week hall-bedrooms, with their aching feet in a tub of hot water and their aching fingers busy with baby-ribboned coat-hangers and silk needle-book tokens of Yuletide affection.
Even as it flowered in a manger the Christmas spirit, a perennial lily upon the sooty face of the world, blooms out of the slack heap of men's rife and strife.
In the hearts of children it is a pod filled with their first happiness.
Down from a sky the color of cold dish-water a cloak of swift snow fell upon the city, m.u.f.fling its voice like a hand held against its mouth.
Children who had never before beheld a white Christmas leaped with the joy of it. A sudden army of men with blue faces and no overcoats sprang full-grown and armed with shovels, from out the storm. City parks lay etched in sudden finery. Men coming up out of the canon of Wall Street remembered that it was Christmas and felt for bauble money.
At early dusk and through the white dance of the white storm the city slid its four million packs off its four million backs and turned homeward. Pedestrians with the shopper's light in their eyes bent into the flurry and darted for surface cars and subways. Commuters, laden with bundles and with tickets between their teeth, rushed for early trains.
Women with bearing-down bundles and babies wedged through the crowd, fighting for trains and place. Boys in cadet uniforms and boarding-school girls, homeward bound, thrust forward their s.h.i.+ning faces as if into the to-morrow. A tight tangle of business men pa.s.sed single file through a trellised gateway and on down to a lower level. A messenger with a tipsy spray of holly stuck upright in his cap whacked with a folded newspaper at a fellow-messenger's swift legs and darted in and around the knees of the crowd. A prodigal hesitated, then bought a second-cla.s.s ticket for home. Two nuns hurried softly on missions of Christmas.
The low thunder of a thousand feet: tired feet, eager feet; flat feet; shabby feet; young feet; callous feet; arched and archless feet.
Voices that rose like wind to a gale. A child dragged by the arm and whimpering. A group of shawled strangers interchanging sharp jargon.
Within the marble mausoleum of a waiting-room, its benches lined with the kaleidoscopic faces of the traveling public, a train-announcer bellowed a paean of tracks and stations.
At the onyx-and-nickel-plated periodical stand men in pa.s.sing s.n.a.t.c.hed their evening paper from off the stack of the counter, flopping down their pennies as they ran. In the glow of a spray of red and white electric bulbs, in a bower of the instant's pretty-girl periodical covers, and herself the most vivid of them all, Miss Marjorie Clark caught a hastily flung copper coin on the fly, her laughter mounting with it.
"Whoops, la-la!"
"Good catch, kiddo."
"Oh, you Charley-boy, who was you pitching for last season?"
"The Reds, because that's your color."
"Say, if you're going to catch that four-eighteen you've got to break somebody's speed limit between here and track ten. Run along, Charley-boy, and Merry Christmas."
But Mr. Charles Scully swung to a halt, poured his armful of packages into a wire basket of six-city-postcard-views for ten cents, swung open his overcoat with a sprinkling of snow on its slick-napped velvet collar, lifted his small black mustache in a smile.
"Black-eyes, I'd miss three trains for you."
"There's not another until the four-forty."
"I should worry. Anyway, for all I know you've changed your mind and are coming out with me to-night, little one."
The quick blood ran up into her small face, dyeing it, and she withdrew from his nearing features.
"I have not! Gee! you're about as square as a doughnut, you are."
"Jumping Juniper, can't a fellow miss his train just to wish a little beauty like you a Merry Christmas? But on the level, I want to take you out home with me to-night; honest I do, little spitfire."
"Crank up there, Charley-boy; you got about thirty seconds to make that train in."
"Gets you sore every time I ask you out, don't it, black-eyes? Talk about your little tin saints!"
"Say, if you was any slicker you'd slide."
"You can't scare me with those black eyes."
"Can't I, my brave boy! Say, you'd want to quarantine the dictionary if you found smallpox in it, that's how hard you are to scare."
"Well, of all the lines of talk, if you 'ain't got the greatest. Cute is no name for you."
"And say, the place where you clerk must be a cla.s.sy clothes-parlor, Charley-boy."
"Right-o, little one. If you ever pa.s.s by the Brown Haberdashery, on Twenty-third Street, drop in, and I'll buy you a lunch."
"Tra-la! Where did you get that checked suit? And I'll bet you flag the train out at Glendale, where you live, with that tie. Oh, you Checkers!"
"Some cla.s.s to me, eh, kiddo?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say that."
He leaned closer. His smile had an uplift like a crescent and a slight depression in his left cheek, too low for a dimple, twinkled when he smiled, like an adjacent star.
"Take it from me, Queenie, these glad rags are my stock in trade. In my line I got to sport them. At home I'm all to the overalls. If my boss was to see the old red wool smoking-jacket I wear around the house, he'd fire me for burlesquing the business."
"Well, of all the nerve! Let go my hand."
"Didn't know I had it, little one."
"And say, you give back that kodak picture you swiped off me yesterday.
I don't give my photographs out promiscuous."
"That little snap-shot of you? Nix, I will! I took that home and hung it in a mother-of-pearl frame right over the parlor table."
"Sure! And above the family Bible, huh? I had a fellow once tell me he was a bookmaker, and I was green enough then to beg him to take me out and let me see him make 'em. But I've learnt a thing or two about you and your kind since then, Charley-boy."
"You come out to-night and I'll show it to you myself."
"Haven't you got my number, yet, Cholly--haven't you?"
"What is it, little one, number scared-cat?"
She flung him a glance over the hump of one shoulder. Nineteen summers had breezed lightly over her, and her lips were cherry-like, but tilted slightly as if their fruit had been plucked from the tree of sophistication.
"You bet your life I'm scared."
"Why, out there in Glendale, little one, you won't meet your own shadow, if that's what's hurting you."
"You bet your life I won't."
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