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So he entered the car, and a few minutes later T-S and I were escorting him into the latter's showy mansion. We were getting to be rather scared now, for Carpenter's silence was forbidding. But again he said: "I wish to be alone." We took him upstairs to a bed-room, and shut him in and left him but taking the precaution to lock the door.
"He has brought along a thousand dollars for that purpose." T-S started as if some one had struck him; and the official started too. "He will pay a thousand dollars," declared Carpenter. "It is a fact, and you may tell the people, if you wish." "My Gawd, no!" cried T-S wildly. But the official did not heed him. He faced the crowd and stretched out his arms. "Boys! Boys! This is Mr.
"See here, Abey," she said, in a low voice, "you're making the worst mistake of your life. Apparently this man hasn't been discovered. When he is, you know what'll happen." "Vere doss he come from?" "I don't know. Billy here brought him. I said he must have come out of a stained glass window in St. Bartholomew's Church." "Oho, ho!" said T-S. "Anyhow, he's new, and he's too good to keep.
Said Carpenter: "I would, if I knew how." "Dey's plenty of 'em right in dis room, I bet." And Mary added: "Ask Billy; he knows them all!" "You flatter me, Mary," I laughed. "Ain't dey some of 'em here?" demanded T-S. "Yes, that's true. There are some not far away, who are developing a desire to meet Mr. Carpenter, unless I miss the signs." "Vere are dey at?" demanded T-S.
There were five little T-S's growing up, and bringing pressure to let the dead past stay buried, in Vestminster Abbey or wherever it might be. The waiter brought the dinner, and spread it before us. And T-S tucked his napkin under both ears, and grabbed his knife in one hand and his fork in the other, and took a long breath, and said: "Good-bye, folks. See you later!" And he went to work.
We fairly lifted him up and rushed him into the restaurant; and after the first moment he stopped resisting, and let us lead him between the aisles of diners, on the heels of the toddling T-S. There was a table reserved, in an alcove, and we brought him to it, and then waited to see what we had done. Carpenter turned to me-and those sad but everchangjng eyes were flashing.
T-S, I cannot be the keeper of another man's conscience. But I'll try to eat, so as not to be rude." And T-S grunted, and went back to his feeding; and the stranger made a pretense of eating, and we did the same. It happens that I was brought up in a highly conscientious family.
And then, without awaiting response from the amazed T-S, he turned to speak to the man on the other side of him. The magnate of the pictures sat silent, evidently frightened. At last he turned to me and asked, "Vot you tink he meant by dat, Billy?" I answered: "I think he meant that you are to play the part of Peter." "Peter? Peter Pan?" "No; St. Peter, who denied his master."
Carpenter, and all I ask you is to heal de sick and quell de mobs, shoost like today. I pledge you my vord I put it in de contract if you say so I make nuttin' but Bible pictures." "That is very kind of you, Mr. T-S, and I thank you for the compliment; but I fear you will have to get some one else to play my part." Said T-S: "I vant you to tink, Mr.
"Funny!" said I. "I had the same idea!" "Listen," continued the other, "I been feelin' awful bad because I told dem fellers I didn't know him. D' you suppose he knows I said dat, Billy?" "Well," said I, "he knew you were going to say it, so probably he knows you said it." "Vell," said T-S, "maybe you laugh at me, but I been tinkin' I tell dem fellows to go to hell." "What fellows?"
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