John Passos - Manhattan transfer

Augustus McNiel, 253 W. 4th Street, who drives a milkwagon for the Excelsior Dairy Co. was severely injured early this morning when a freight train backing down the New York Central tracks…

He ought to sue the railroad. By gum I ought to get hold of that man and make him sue the railroad… Not yet recovered consciousness… Maybe he’s dead. Then his wife can sue them all the more… I’ll go to the hospital this very afternoon… Get in ahead of any of these shysters. He took a determined bite of bread and chewed it vigorously. Of course not; I’ll go to the house and see if there isn’t a wife or mother or something: Forgive me Mrs McNiel if I intrude upon your deep affliction, but I am engaged in an investigation at this moment… Yes, retained by prominent interests… He drank up the last of the coffee and paid the bill.

Repeating 253 W. 4th Street over and over he boarded an uptown car on Broadway. Walking west along 4th he skirted Washington Square. The trees spread branches of brittle purple into a dove-colored sky; the largewindowed houses opposite glowed very pink, nonchalant, prosperous. The very place for a lawyer with a large conservative practice to make his residence. We’ll just see about that. He crossed Sixth Avenue and followed the street into the dingy West Side, where there was a smell of stables and the sidewalks were littered with scraps of garbage and crawling children. Imagine living down here among low Irish and foreigners, the scum of the universe. At 253 there were several unmarked bells. A woman with gingham sleeves rolled up on sausageshaped arms stuck a gray mophead out of the window.

‘Can you tell me if Augustus McNiel lives here?’

‘Him that’s up there alayin in horspital. Sure he does.’

‘That’s it. And has he any relatives living here?’

‘An what would you be wantin wid ’em?’

‘It’s a little matter of business.’

‘Go up to the top floor an you’ll foind his wife there but most likely she cant see yez… The poor thing’s powerful wrought up about her husband, an them only eighteen months married.’

The stairs were tracked with muddy footprints and sprinkled here and there with the spilling of ashcans. At the top he found a freshpainted darkgreen door and knocked.

‘Who’s there?’ came a girl’s voice that sent a little shiver through him. Must be young.

‘Is Mrs McNiel in?’

‘Yes,’ came the lilting girl’s voice again. ‘What is it?’

‘It’s a matter of business about Mr McNiel’s accident.’

‘About the accident is it?’ The door opened in little cautious jerks. She had a sharpcut pearlywhite nose and chin and a pile of wavy redbrown hair that lay in little flat curls round her high narrow forehead. Gray eyes sharp and suspicious looked him hard in the face.

‘May I speak to you a minute about Mr McNiel’s accident? There are certain legal points involved that I feel it my duty to make known to you… By the way I hope he’s better.’

‘Oh yes he’s come to.’

‘May I come in? It’s a little long to explain.’

‘I guess you can.’ Her pouting lips flattened into a wry smile. ‘I guess you wont eat me.’

‘No honestly I wont.’ He laughed nervously in his throat.

She led the way into the darkened sitting room. ‘I’m not pulling up the shades so’s you wont see the pickle everythin’s in.’

‘Allow me to introduce myself, Mrs McNiel… George Baldwin, 88 Maiden Lane… You see I make a specialty of cases like this… To put the whole matter in a nutshell… Your husband was run down and nearly killed through the culpable or possibly criminal negligence of the employees of the New York Central Railroad. There is full and ample cause for a suit against the railroad. Now I have reason to believe that the Excelsior Dairy Company will bring suit for the losses incurred, horse and wagon etcetera…’

‘You mean you think Gus is more likely to get damages himself?’

‘Exactly.’

‘How much do you think he could get?’

‘Why that depends on how badly hurt he is, on the attitude of the court, and perhaps on the skill of the lawyer… I think ten thousand dollars is a conservative figure.’

‘And you dont ask no money down?’

‘The lawyer’s fee is rarely paid until the case is brought to a successful termination.’

‘An you’re a lawyer, honest? You look kinder young to be a lawyer.’

The gray eyes flashed in his. They both laughed. He felt a warm inexplicable flush go through him.

‘I’m a lawyer all the same. I make a specialty of cases like these. Why only last Tuesday I got six thousand dollars for a client who was kicked by a relay horse riding on the loop… Just at this moment as you may know there is considerable agitation for revoking altogether the franchise of the Eleventh Avenue tracks… I think this is a most favorable moment.’

‘Say do you always talk like that, or is it just business?’

He threw back his head and laughed.

‘Poor old Gus, I always said he had a streak of luck in him.’

The wail of a child crept thinly through the partition into the room.

‘What’s that?’

‘It’s only the baby… The little wretch dont do nothin but squall.’

‘So you’ve got children Mrs McNiel?’ The thought chilled him somehow.

‘Juss one… what kin ye expect?’

‘Is it the Emergency Hospital?’

‘Yes I reckon they’ll let you see him as it’s a matter of business. He’s groanin somethin dreadful.’

‘Now if I could get a few good witnesses.’

‘Mike Doheny seen it all… He’s on the force. He’s a good frien of Gus’s.’

‘By gad we’ve got a case and a half… Why they’ll settle out of court… I’ll go right up to the hospital.’

A fresh volley of wails came from the other room.

‘Oh, that brat,’ she whispered, screwing up her face. ‘We could use the money all right Mr Baldwin…’

‘Well I must go.’ He picked up his hat. ‘And I certainly will do my best in this case. May I come by and report progress to you from time to time?’

‘I hope you will.’

When they shook hands at the door he couldn’t seem to let go her hand. She blushed.

‘Well goodby and thank you very much for callin,’ she said stiffly.

Baldwin staggered dizzily down the stairs. His head was full of blood. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life. Outside it had begun to snow. The snowflakes were cold furtive caresses to his hot cheeks.

The sky over the Park was mottled with little tiptailed clouds like a field of white chickens.

‘Look Alice, lets us go down this little path.’

‘But Ellen, my dad told me to come straight home from school.’

‘Scarecat!’

‘But Ellen those dreadful kidnappers…’

‘I told you not to call me Ellen any more.’

‘Well Elaine then, Elaine the lily maid of Astalot.’

Ellen had on her new Black Watch plaid dress. Alice wore glasses and had legs thin as hairpins.

‘Scarecat!’

‘They’re dreadful men sitting on that bench. Come along Elaine the fair, let’s go home.’

‘I’m not scared of them. I could fly like Peter Pan if I wanted to.’

‘Why dont you do it?’

‘I dont want to just now.’

Alice began to whimper. ‘Oh Ellen I think you’re mean… Come along home Elaine.’

‘No I’m going for a walk in the Park.’

Ellen started down the steps. Alice stood a minute on the top step balancing first on one foot then on the other.

‘Scaredy scaredy scarecat!’ yelled Ellen.

Alice ran off blubbering. ‘I’m goin to tell your mommer.’

Ellen walked down the asphalt path among the shrubbery kicking her toes in the air.

Ellen in her new dress of Black Watch plaid mummy’d bought at Hearn’s walked down the asphalt path kicking her toes in the air. There was a silver thistle brooch on the shoulder of the new dress of Black Watch plaid mummy’d bought at Hearn’s. Elaine of Lammermoor was going to be married. The Betrothed. Wangnaan nainainai, went the bagpipes going through the rye. The man on the bench has a patch over his eye. A watching black patch. A black watching patch. The kidnapper of the Black Watch, among the rustling shrubs kidnappers keep their Black Watch. Ellen’s toes dont kick in the air. Ellen is terribly scared of the kidnapper of the Black Watch, big smelly man of the Black Watch with a patch over his eye. She’s scared to run. Her heavy feet scrape on the asphalt as she tries to run fast down the path. She’s scared to turn her head. The kidnapper of the Black Watch is right behind. When I get to the lamppost I’ll run as far as the nurse and the baby, when I get to the nurse and the baby I’ll run as far as the big tree, when I get to the big tree… Oh I’m so tired… I’ll run out onto Central Park West and down the street home. She was scared to turn round. She ran with a stitch in her side. She ran till her mouth tasted like pennies.