There were more than a hundred pieces, and every one of them goldjust that punch-bowl was worth a fortune-thick, fat, red gold.
Get onto to that, will you? observed Marcus. The old skin has got her started on the plate. Aint they a pair for you?
And it rang like bells, didnt it? prompted Zerkow.
Sweetern church bells, and clearer.
Ah, sweetern bells. Wasnt that punch-bowl awful heavy?
All you could do to lift it.
I know. Oh, I know, answered Zerkow, clawing at his lips. Where did it all go to? Where did it go?
Maria shook her head.
Its gone, anyhow.
Ah, gone, gone! Think of it! The punch-bowl gone, and the engraved ladle, and the plates and goblets. What a sight it must have been all heaped together!
It was a wonderful sight.
Yes, wonderful; it must have been.
On the lower steps of that cheap flat, the Mexican woman and the red-haired Polish Jew mused long over that vanished, half-mythical gold plate.
Marcus and the dentist spent Washingtons Birthday across the bay. The journey over was one long agony to McTeague. He shook with a formless, uncertain dread; a dozen times he would have turned back had not Marcus been with him. The stolid giant was as nervous as a schoolboy. He fancied that his call upon Miss Sieppe was an outrageous affront. She would freeze him with a stare; he would be shown the door, would be ejected, disgraced.
As they got off the local train at B Street station they suddenly collided with the whole tribe of Sieppesthe mother, father, three children, and Trinaequipped for one of their eternal picnics. They were to go to Schuetzen Park, within walking distance of the station. They were grouped about four lunch baskets. One of the children, a little boy, held a black greyhound by a rope around its neck. Trina wore a blue cloth skirt, a striped shirt waist, and a white sailor; about her round waist was a belt of imitation alligator skin.
At once Mrs. Sieppe began to talk to Marcus. He had written of their coming, but the picnic had been decided upon after the arrival of his letter. Mrs. Sieppe explained this to him. She was an immense old lady with a pink face and wonderful hair, absolutely white. The Sieppes were a German-Swiss family.
We go to der park, Schuetzen Park, mit alle dem childern, a little eggs-kursion, eh not soh? We breathe der freshes air, a celubration, a pignic bei der seashore on. Ach, dot wull be soh gay, ah?
You bet it will. Itll be outa sight, cried Marcus, enthusiastic in an instant. This is m friend Doctor McTeague I wrote you about, Mrs. Sieppe.
Ach, der doktor, cried Mrs. Sieppe.
McTeague was presented, shaking hands gravely as Marcus shouldered him from one to the other.
Mr. Sieppe was a little man of a military aspect, full of importance, taking himself very seriously. He was a member of a rifle team. Over his shoulder was slung a Springfield rifle, while his breast was decorated by five bronze medals.
Trina was delighted. McTeague was dumfounded. She appeared positively glad to see him.
How do you do, Doctor McTeague, she said, smiling at him and shaking his hand. Its nice to see you again. Look, see how fine my filling is. She lifted a corner of her lip and showed him the clumsy gold bridge.
Meanwhile, Mr. Sieppe toiled and perspired. Upon him devolved the responsibility of the excursion. He seemed to consider it a matter of vast importance, a veritable expedition.
Owgooste! he shouted to the little boy with the black greyhound, you will der hound und basket number three carry. Der tervins, he added, calling to the two smallest boys, who were dressed exactly alike, will releef one unudder mit der camp-stuhl und basket number four. Dat is comprehend, hay? When we make der start, you childern will in der advance march. Dat is your orders. But we do not start, he exclaimed, excitedly; we remain. Ach Gott, Selina, who does not arrive.
Selina, it appeared, was a niece of Mrs. Sieppes. They were on the point of starting without her, when she suddenly arrived, very much out of breath. She was a slender, unhealthy looking girl, who overworked herself giving lessons in hand-painting at twenty-five cents an hour. McTeague was presented. They all began to talk at once, filling the little station-house with a confusion of tongues.
Attention! cried Mr. Sieppe, his gold-headed cane in one hand, his Springfield in the other. Attention! We depart. The four little boys moved off ahead; the greyhound suddenly began to bark, and tug at his leash. The others picked up their bundles.
Vorwarts! shouted Mr. Sieppe, waving his rifle and assuming the attitude of a lieutenant of infantry leading a charge. The party set off down the railroad track.
Mrs. Sieppe walked with her husband, who constantly left her side to shout an order up and down the line. Marcus followed with Selina. McTeague found himself with Trina at the end of the procession.
We go off on these picnics almost every week, said Trina, by way of a beginning, and almost every holiday, too. It is a custom.
Yes, yes, a custom, answered McTeague, nodding; a customthats the word.
Dont you think picnics are fine fun, Doctor McTeague? she continued. You take your lunch; you leave the dirty city all day; you race about in the open air, and when lunchtime comes, oh, arent you hungry? And the woods and the grass smell so fine!
I don know, Miss Sieppe, he answered, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground between the rails. I never went on a picnic.
Never went on a picnic? she cried, astonished. Oh, youll see what fun well have. In the morning father and the children dig clams in the mud by the shore, an we bake them, andoh, theres thousands of things to do.
Once I went sailing on the bay, said McTeague. It was in a tugboat; we fished off the heads. I caught three codfishes.
Im afraid to go out on the bay, answered Trina, shaking her head, sailboats tip over so easy. A cousin of mine, Selinas brother, was drowned one Decoration Day. They never found his body. Can you swim, Doctor McTeague?
I used to at the mine.
At the mine? Oh, yes, I remember, Marcus told me you were a miner once.
I was a car-boy; all the car-boys used to swim in the reservoir by the ditch every Thursday evening. One of them was bit by a rattlesnake once while he was dressing. He was a Frenchman, named Andrew. He swelled up and began to twitch.
Oh, how I hate snakes! Theyre so crawly and gracefulbut, just the same, I like to watch them. You know that drug store over in town that has a showcase full of live ones?
We killed the rattler with a cart whip.
How far do you think you could swim? Did you ever try? Dyou think you could swim a mile?
A mile? I dont know. I never tried. I guess I could.
I can swim a little. Sometimes we all go out to the Crystal Baths.
The Crystal Baths, huh? Can you swim across the tank?
Oh, I can swim all right as long as papa holds my chin up. Soon as he takes his hand away, down I go. Dont you hate to get water in your ears?
Bathings good for you.
If the waters too warm, it isnt. It weakens you.
Mr. Sieppe came running down the tracks, waving his cane.
To one side, he shouted, motioning them off the track; der drain gomes. A local passenger train was just passing B Street station, some quarter of a mile behind them. The party stood to one side to let it pass. Marcus put a nickel and two crossed pins upon the rail, and waved his hat to the passengers as the train roared past. The children shouted shrilly. When the train was gone, they all rushed to see the nickel and the crossed pins. The nickel had been jolted off, but the pins had been flattened out so that they bore a faint resemblance to opened scissors. A great contention arose among the children for the possession of these scissors. Mr. Sieppe was obliged to intervene. He reflected gravely. It was a matter of tremendous moment. The whole party halted, awaiting his decision.
Attend now, he suddenly exclaimed. It will not be soh soon. At der end of der day, ven we shall have home gecommen, den wull it pe adjudge, eh? A REward of merit to him who der bes pehaves. It is an order. Vorwarts!
That was a Sacramento train, said Marcus to Selina as they started off; it was, for a fact.
I know a girl in Sacramento, Trina told McTeague. Shes forewoman in a glove store, and shes got consumption.
I was in Sacramento once, observed McTeague, nearly eight years ago.
Is it a nice placeas nice as San Francisco?
Its hot. I practised there for a while.
I like San Francisco, said Trina, looking across the bay to where the city piled itself upon its hills.
So do I, answered McTeague. Do you like it better than living over here?
Oh, sure, I wish we lived in the city. If you want to go across for anything it takes up the whole day.
Yes, yes, the whole dayalmost.
Do you know many people in the city? Do you know anybody named Oelbermann? Thats my uncle. He has a wholesale toy store in the Mission. They say hes awful rich.
No, I don know him.
His stepdaughter wants to be a nun. Just fancy! And Mr. Oelbermann wont have it. He says it would be just like burying his child. Yes, she wants to enter the convent of the Sacred Heart. Are you a Catholic, Doctor McTeague?
No. No, I
Papa is a Catholic. He goes to Mass on the feast days once in a while. But mammas Lutheran.
The Catholics are trying to get control of the schools, observed McTeague, suddenly remembering one of Marcuss political tirades.
Thats what cousin Mark says. We are going to send the twins to the kindergarten next month.
Whats the kindergarten?
Oh, they teach them to make things out of straw and toothpickskind of a play place to keep them off the street.
Theres one up on Sacramento Street, not far from Polk Street. I saw the sign.
I know where. Why, Selina used to play the piano there.
Does she play the piano?
Oh, you ought to hear her. She plays fine. Selinas very accomplished. She paints, too.
I can play on the concertina.
Oh, can you? I wish youd brought it along. Next time you will. I hope youll come often on our picnics. Youll see what fun well have.
Fine day for a picnic, aint it? There aint a cloud.
Thats so, exclaimed Trina, looking up, not a single cloud. Oh, yes; there is one, just over Telegraph Hill.
Thats smoke.
No, its a cloud. Smoke isnt white that way.
Tis a cloud.
I knew I was right. I never say a thing unless Im pretty sure.
It looks like a dogs head.
Dont it? Isnt Marcus fond of dogs?
He got a new dog last weeka setter.
Did he?
Yes. He and I took a lot of dogs from his hospital out for a walk to the Cliff House last Sunday, but we had to walk all the way home, because they wouldnt follow. Youve been out to the Cliff House?
Not for a long time. We had a picnic there one Fourth of July, but it rained. Dont you love the ocean?
Yesyes, I like it pretty well.
Oh, Id like to go off in one of those big sailing ships. Just away, and away, and away, anywhere. Theyre different from a little yacht. Id love to travel.
Sure; so would I.
Papa and mamma came over in a sailing ship. They were twenty-one days. Mammas uncle used to be a sailor. He was captain of a steamer on Lake Geneva, in Switzerland.
Halt! shouted Mr. Sieppe, brandishing his rifle. They had arrived at the gates of the park. All at once McTeague turned cold. He had only a quarter in his pocket. What was he expected to dopay for the whole party, or for Trina and himself, or merely buy his own ticket? And even in this latter case would a quarter be enough? He lost his wits, rolling his eyes helplessly. Then it occurred to him to feign a great abstraction, pretending not to know that the time was come to pay. He looked intently up and down the tracks; perhaps a train was coming. Here we are, cried Trina, as they came up to the rest of the party, crowded about the entrance. Yes, yes, observed McTeague, his head in the air.
Gi me four bits, Mac, said Marcus, coming up. Heres where we shell out.
III only got a quarter, mumbled the dentist, miserably. He felt that he had ruined himself forever with Trina. What was the use of trying to win her? Destiny was against him. I only got a quarter, he stammered. He was on the point of adding that he would not go in the park. That seemed to be the only alternative.
Oh, all right! said Marcus, easily. Ill pay for you, and you can square with me when we go home.
They filed into the park, Mr. Sieppe counting them off as they entered.
Ah, said Trina, with a long breath, as she and McTeague pushed through the wicket, here we are once more, Doctor. She had not appeared to notice McTeagues embarrassment. The difficulty had been tided over somehow. Once more McTeague felt himself saved.
To der beach! shouted Mr. Sieppe. They had checked their baskets at the peanut stand. The whole party trooped down to the seashore. The greyhound was turned loose. The children raced on ahead.
From one of the larger parcels Mrs. Sieppe had drawn forth a small tin steamboatAugusts birthday presenta gaudy little toy which could be steamed up and navigated by means of an alcohol lamp. Her trial trip was to be made this morning.
Gi me it, gi me it, shouted August, dancing around his father.
Not soh, not soh, cried Mr. Sieppe, bearing it aloft. I must first der eggsperimunt make.
No, no! wailed August. I want to play with ut.
Obey! thundered Mr. Sieppe. August subsided. A little jetty ran part of the way into the water. Here, after a careful study of the directions printed on the cover of the box, Mr. Sieppe began to fire the little boat.
I want to put ut in the wa-ater, cried August.
Stand back! shouted his parent. You do not know so well as me; dere is dandger. Mitout attention he will eggsplode.
I want to play with ut, protested August, beginning to cry.
Ach, soh; you cry, bube! vociferated Mr. Sieppe. Mommer, addressing Mrs. Sieppe, he will soh soon be ge-whipt, eh?
I want my boa-wut, screamed August, dancing.
Silence! roared Mr. Sieppe. The little boat began to hiss and smoke.
Soh, observed the father, he gommence. Attention! I put him in der water. He was very excited. The perspiration dripped from the back of his neck. The little boat was launched. It hissed more furiously than ever. Clouds of steam rolled from it, but it refused to move.
You dont know how she wo-rks, sobbed August.
I know more soh mudge as der grossest liddle fool as you, cried Mr. Sieppe, fiercely, his face purple.
You must give it shshove! exclaimed the boy.
Den he eggsplode, idiot! shouted his father. All at once the boiler of the steamer blew up with a sharp crack. The little tin toy turned over and sank out of sight before any one could interfere.
Ahh! Yah! Yah! yelled August. Its go-one!
Instantly Mr. Sieppe boxed his ears. There was a lamentable scene. August rent the air with his outcries; his father shook him till his boots danced on the jetty, shouting into his face: