On his bench in Madison Square, Soapy moved uneasily. When the wild geese
honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to
their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park,
you may know that winter is near at hand.
A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's card. Jack is kind
to the people of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call.
At the corners of four streets he hands his card to the North Wind, footman
of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants may make ready.
Soapy's mind became aware of the fact that the time had come for him to
make himself into a singular Committee of Ways And Means to provide against
the coming cold. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.
The ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them were no considerations
of Mediterranean cruises, of Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian
Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months
of assured board and bed and friendly company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats,
seemed desirable to Soapy.
For years the hospitable Blackwells had been his winter quarters. Just
as his more fortunate New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach
and the Riveria each winter, so Soapy made his humble arrangements for
his annual trip to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous
night three newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles
and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench
near the spouting fountain in the ancient square. So the Island loomed
big and timely in soapy's mind. He scorned the provisions made in the name
of charity for the city's dependents. In Soapy's opinion the Law was more
helpful than Philanthropy. There was and endless round of institutions
that he can receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. But
to one of Soapy's proud spirits the gifts of charity are hard to bare.
If not in coin you must pay in humiliation o spirit for every benefit received
at the hands of philanthropy. Every bed of charity must have its toll of
a bath, every loaf of charity bread its compensation of a private and personal
investigation. Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which,
though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman's private
affairs.
Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing
his desire. There are many easy ways to do this. The pleasantest was to
dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant and then after, declaring
himself penniless, to be handed over quitely and without uproar to a policeman.
An accommodating magistrate would do the rest.
Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level
sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway
he turned, and halted at a glittering cafe, where are gathered together
nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm, and the protoplasm.
Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward,
He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready tied four-in-hand
had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day. If
he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected success would be his.
The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt
in the waiter's mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy would be about
the thing - with a bottle of Chablis, and then Camembert, a demitasse and
a cigar. One dollar for the cigar would be enough. The total would not
be so high as to call forth any real revenge from the cafe management;
and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his
winter refuge.
But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter's eye
fell upon his frayed trousers and worn shoes. Strong and ready hands turned
him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk.
Soapy turned off Broadway. It seems that his route to the coveted Island
was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be
thought of.