A GENTLEMAN VAGABOND AND SOME OTHERS
BY
F. HOPKINSON SMITH
NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
1895
_INTRODUCTORY NOTE_
_There are gentlemen vagabonds and vagabond gentlemen. Here and there one finds a vagabond pure and simple, and once in a lifetime one meets a gentleman simple and pure._
_Without premeditated intent or mental bias, I have unconsciously to myself selected some one of these several types,--entangling them in the threads of the stories between these covers._
_Each of my readers can group them to suit his own experience._
F.H.S. NEW YORK, 150 E. 34TH ST.
CONTENTS
PAGE A GENTLEMAN VAGABOND 1 A KNIGHT OF THE LEGION OF HONOR 36 JOHN SANDERS, LABORER 67 BAeADER 82 THE LADY OF LUCERNE 102 JONATHAN 126 ALONG THE BRONX 141 ANOTHER DOG 147 BROCKWAY'S HULK 160
A GENTLEMAN VAGABOND
I
I found the major standing in front of Delmonico's, interviewing a large, bare-headed personage in brown cloth spotted with brass buttons. The major was in search of his very particular friend, Mr. John Hardy of Madison Square, and the personage in brown and brass was rather languidly indicating, by a limp and indecisive forefinger, a route through a section of the city which, correctly followed, would have landed the major in the East River.
I knew him by the peculiar slant of his slouch hat, the rosy glow of his face, and the way in which his trousers clung to the curves of his well-developed legs, and ended in a sprawl that half covered his shoes. I recognized, too, a carpet-bag, a ninety-nine-cent affair, an "occasion," with galvanized iron clasps and paper-leather sides,--the kind opened with your thumb.
The major--or, to be more definite, Major Tom Slocomb of Pocomoke--was from one of the lower counties of the Chesapeake. He was supposed to own, as a gift from his dead wife, all that remained unmortgaged of a vast colonial estate on Crab Island in the bay, consisting of several thousand acres of land and water,--mostly water,--a manor house, once painted white, and a number of outbuildings in various stages of dilapidation and decay.
In his early penniless life he had migrated from his more northern native State, settled in the county, and, shortly after his arrival, had married the relict of the late lamented Major John Talbot of Pocomoke. This had been greatly to the surprise of many eminent Pocomokians, who boasted of the purity and antiquity of the Talbot blood, and who could not look on in silence, and see it degraded and diluted by an alliance with a "harf strainer or worse." As one possible Talbot heir put it, "a picayune, low-down corncracker, suh, without blood or breedin'."
The objections were well taken. So far as the ancestry of the Slocomb family was concerned, it was a trifle indefinite. It really could not be traced back farther than the day of the major's arrival at Pocomoke, notwithstanding the major's several claims that his ancestors came over in the Mayflower, that his grandfather fought with General Washington, and that his own early life had been spent on the James River. These statements, to thoughtful Pocomokians, seemed so conflicting and improbable, that his neighbors and acquaintances ascribed them either to that total disregard for salient facts which characterized the major's speech, or to the vagaries of that rich and vivid imagination which had made his conquest of the widow so easy and complete.
Table of contents (by pages)
- 1: A Gentleman Vagabond and Some Others by Smith
- 2: Like all new vigorous grafts on an old stock
- 3: This punctilious politeness had never extended to the major
- 4: As he lay sprawled out on Hardy's divan
- 5: I immediately called up Anthony
- 6: Slocomb havin' gone to Baltimo'
- 7: Major Talbot's widow Major John Talbot of Pocomoke
- 8: Where shall we send this baggage
- 9: Why shouldn't they be paralyzed
- 10: The census man began askin' questions
- 11: Manned by two bare footed negroes with sweep oars
- 12: Daid two years 'fo' Massa Slocomb married Mis' Talbot
- 13: A story of the old palace of the Barbarozzi
- 14: And hung my bundle of traveling shawls in the rack overhead
- 15: Pulling down my bundle of shawls
- 16: 'What are your armorial bearings
- 17: A sudden lurch dislodged the pillow
- 18: Polaff brought a basin of water
- 19: And we were ordered to report at Cracow without delay
- 20: Polaff standing behind her chair
- 21: Two candles burning beside her
- 22: I had selected the first station out of Vienna
- 23: Perhaps twenty rubles it will be enough
- 24: Sanders lived in one of these cabins
- 25: Sanders and his crippled daughter
- 26: Timidly putting out his paw and dropping it
- 27: And Sanders always as the Dog
- 28: Michel when I first saw Baeader
- 29: Quite imposseeble for less zan ten francs
- 30: With many flourishes he led us to Parame
- 31: Baeader and the governor kept on
- 32: Baeader had been served in an adjoining apartment
- 33: Baeader would pause for a moment
- 34: Flamand and Baeader opened the door
- 35: That's what Baeader always called Cancale
- 36: And the croupier the operating surgeon
- 37: The croupier and a woman who sat within three feet of me
- 38: I even lounged into the Casino
- 39: I felt my way to an empty pew on a side aisle
- 40: Bent sacristan stepped in front
- 41: The croupier asked deferentially
- 42: The wife of Baron Alphonse de Frontignac
- 43: Frontignac was skulking in the garden
- 44: Or deer stalkin' Jonathan whom I knew
- 45: Jonathan was responsible for the tail
- 46: The trout being in Jonathan's creel
- 47: Makin' it so nothin' could grow raound 'em
- 48: His well filled creel at his side
- 49: ALONG THE BRONX Hidden in our memories there are quaint
- 50: Sousing the sunken willow roots
- 51: My iron shod alpenstock hammering the cobbles
- 52: Then he walked round the concierge
- 53: But the concierge kept on wagging his tail
- 54: He rushed back to the concierge
- 55: Rambling bridge leading to the shore
- 56: Brockway resumed his seat and continued talking
- 57: Placed the lantern on the floor
- 58: I caught sight of Brockway rowing hurriedly back
- 59: The picturesqueness of the Hulk
- 60: Brockway himself became more and more a mystery
- 61: I reached the landing opposite the Hulk
