wn him longer I should have known that； while he had been talking to me； that tireless mind of his had summoned him to its service。 I went out； in high spirits； and sat down a moment on one of the benches in the little park near by； to think it all over。 He was going to measure my judgement； my skill as a writer… my resources。 'Rats；' I said to myself thoughtfully。 1 had read much about them。 They infested the ships； they overran the wharves； they traversed the sewers。 An inspiration came to me。 I started for the waterfront； asking my way every block or two。 Near the East River I met a policeman … a big； husky； good…hearted Irishman。
'Can you tell me；' I said； 'who can give me information about rats？'
'Rats？' he repeated。 'What d' ye wan't' know about thim？'
'Everything；'I said。 'They ve just given me a job on the New York Tribune；'I added proudly。
He smiled good…naturedly。 He had looked through me at a glance。
'Just say 〃Tribune〃；' he said。 'Ye don't have t say 〃New York Tribune〃 here。 Come along wi me。'
He took me to a dozen or more of the dock masters。
'Give 'im a lift； my hearty；'he said to the first of them。 'He's a green。'
I have never forgotten the kindness of that Irishman； whom I came to know well in good time。 Remembering that day and others I always greeted him with a hearty 'God bless the Irish！' every time I passed him； and he would answer； 'Amen； an' save yer riverince。'
He did not leave me until I was on my way home loaded with fact and fable and good dialect with a savour of the sea in it。
Hope and Uncle Eb were sitting together in his room when I returned。
'Guess I've got a job；'I said； trying to be very cool about it。。
'A job！ said Hope eagerly； as she rose。 'Where？
'With Mr Horace Greeley；'I answered； my voice betraying my excitement。
'Jerusalem！ said Uncle Eb。 'Is it possible？ '
'That's grand！ said Hope。 'Tell us about it。'
Then I told them of my interview with the great editor and of what I had done since。
'Ye done wonderful！' said Uncle Eb and Hope showed quite as much pleasure in her own sweet way。
I was for going to my room and beginning to write at once； but Hope said it was time to be getting ready for dinner。
When we came down at half…past six we were presented to our host and the guests of the evening … handsome men and women in full dress … and young Mr Livingstone was among them。 I felt rather cheap in my frock coat； although I had thought it grand enough for anybody on the day of my graduation。 Dinner announced； the gentlemen rose and offered escort to the ladies； and Hope and Mrs Fuller relieved our embarrassment by conducting us to our seats … women are so deft in those little difficulties。 The dinner was not more formal than that of every evening in the Fuller home … for its master was a rich man of some refinement of taste … and not at all comparable to the splendid hospitality one may see every day at the table of a modem millionaire。 But it did seem very wonderful to us； then； with its fine…mannered servants； its flowers； its abundant silver。 Hope had written much to her mother of the details of deportment at John Fuller's table； and Elizabeth had delicately imparted to us the things we ought to know。 We behaved well； I have since been told； although we got credit for poorer appetites than we possessed。 Unde Eb took no chances and refused everything that had a look of mystery and a suggestion of peril； dropping a droll remark； betimes； that sent a ripple of amusement around the table。
John Trumbull sat opposite me； and even then I felt a curious interest in him … a big； full bearded man； quite six feet tall； his skin and eyes dark； his hair iron…grey； his voice deep like David s。 I could not get over the impression that I had seen him before … a feeling I have had often； facing men I could never possibly have met。 No word came out of his firm mouth unless he were addressed； and then all in hearing listened to the little he had to say： it was never more than some very simple remark。 In his face and form and voice there was abundant heraldry of rugged power and ox…like vitality。 I have seen a bronze head of Daniel Webster which； with a full blonde beard and an ample covering of grey hair would have given one a fairly perfect idea of the look of John Trumbull。 Imagine it on a tall； and powerful body and let it speak with a voice that has in it the deep and musical vibration one may hear in the looing of an ox and you shall see； as perfectly as my feeble words can hdp you to do； this remarkable man who； must； hereafter； play before you his part … compared to which mine is as the prattle of a child … in this drama of God's truth。
'You have not heard；'said Mrs Fuller addressing me； 'how Mr Trumbull saved Hope's life。'
'Saved Hope's life！'I exclaimed。
'Saved her life；'she repeated； 'there isn t a doubt of it。 We never sent word of it for fear it would give you all needless worry。 It was a day of last winter … fell crossing Broadway； a dangerous place' he pulled her aside just in time … the horse's feet were raised above her … she would have been crushed in a moment He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the sidewalk not a bit the worse for it。
'Seems as if it were fate；'said Hope。 'I had seen him so often and wondered who he was。 I recall a night when I had to come home alone from rehearsal。 I was horribly afraid。 I remember passing him under a street lamp。 If he had spoken to me； then； I should have dropped with fear and he would have had to carry me home that time。
'It's an odd thing a girl like you should ever have to walk home alone；'said Mr Fuller。 'Doesn't speak well for our friend Livingstone or Burnham there or Dobbs。
'Mrs Fuller doesn't give us half a chance；'said Livingstone； 'she guards her day and night。 It's like the monks and the Holy Grail。
'Hope is independent of the young men；'said Mrs Fuller as we rose from the table。 'If I cannot go with her myself； in the carriase； I always send a maid or a manservant to walk home with her。 But Mr Fuller and I were out of town that night and the young men missed their great opportunity。
'Had a differ nt way o'sparkin'years ago；'said Unde Eb。 'Didn t never hey if please anybody but the girl then。 If ye liked a girl ye went an'sot up with her an'gin her a smack an'tol'her right out plain an'square what ye wanted。 An'thet settled it one way er t other。 An'her mother she step'in the next room with the door half…open an'never paid no 'tention。 Recollec'one col'night when I was sparkin'the mother hollered out o'bed； 〃Lucy； hey ye got anythin 'round ye？〃 an'she hollered back； 〃Yis； mother；〃 an'she hed too but 'twan't nothin'but my arm。'
They laughed merrily； over the quaint reminiscence of my old friend and the quainter way he had of telling it。 The rude dialect of the backwoodsman might have seemed oddly out of place； there； but for the quiet； unassuming manner and the fine old face of Uncle Eb in which the dullest eye might see the soul of a gentleman。
'What became of Lucy？'Mr Fuller enquired； laughingly。 'You never married her。'
'Lucy died；'he answered soberly； 'thet was long； long ago。'
Then he went away with John Trumbull to the smoking…room where I found them； talking earnestly in a corner； when it was time to go to the church with Hope。
Chapter 30
Hope and Uncle Eb and I went away in a coach with Mrs Fuller。 There was a great crowd in the church that covered； with sweeping arches； an interior more vast than any I had ever entered。 Hope was gowned in white silk； a crescent of diamonds in her hair … a birthday gift from Mrs Fuller； her neck and a part of her full breast unadorned by anything save the gifts of God … their snowy whiteness； their lovely curves。
First Henry Cooper came on with his violin … a great master as I now remember him。 Then Hope ascended to the platform； her dainty kid slippers showing under her gown； and the odious Livingstone escorting her。 I was never so madly in love or so insanely jealous。 I must confess it for I am trying to tell the whole truth of myself'I was a fool。 And it is the greater folly that one says ever 'I was；'and never 'I am'in that plea。 I could even see it myself then and there； but I was so great a fool I smiled and spoke fairly to the young man although I could have wrung his neck with rage。 There was a little stir and a passing whisper in the crowd as she stood waiting for the prelude。 Then she sang the ballad of Auld Robin Grey … not better than I had heard her sing it before； but so charmingly there were murmurs of delight going far and wide in the audience when she had finished。 Then she sang the fine melody of 'Angels ever Bright and Fair ； and again the old ballad she and I had heard first from the violin of poor Nick Goodall。
By yon bonnie bank an'by yon bonnie bonnie brae The sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me an'me true love were ever won't if gae On the bonnie； bonnie bank o'Loch Lomond。
Great baskets of roses were handed to her as she came down from the platform and my confusion was multiplied by their number for I had not thought to bring any myself。
I turned to Uncle Eb who； now and then； had furtively wiped his eyes。 'My stars！'he whispered； 'ain't itreemarkable grand！ Never heard ner seen nothin'like thet in all my born days。 An't'think it's my little Hope。
He could go no further。 His handkerchief was in his hand while he took refuge in silence。
Going home the flowers were heaped upon our laps and I； with Hope beside me； felt some restoration of comfort。
'Did you see Trumbull？'Mrs Fuller asked。 'He sat back of us and did seem to enjoy it so much … your singing。 He was almost cheerful。
'Tell me about Mr Trumbull；'I said。 'He is interesting。
'Speculator；'said Mrs Fuller。 'A strange man； successful； silent； unmarried and； I think； in love。 Has beautiful rooms they say on Gramercy Park。 Lives alone with an old servant。 We got to know him through the accident。 Mr Fuller and he have done business together … a great deal of it since then。 Operates in the stock market。
A supper was waiting for us at home and we sat a long time at the table。 I was burning for a talk with Hope but how was I to manage it？ We rose with the others and went and sat down