"Is there any water here?"
"Not a drop,thank Heaven!"said Schwartz,devoutly.
"Give me my glass,then.I once tried the remedy by itself,and it stung me as it went down.The wine won't hurt me,with this splendid stuff in it.I'll take it in the wine.""Who told you to take it?"Schwartz asked,holding back the glass.
"Mrs.Housekeeper told me."
"A woman!"growled Schwartz,in a tone of sovereign contempt."How dare you let a woman physic you,when you've got me for a doctor?Jack!I'm ashamed of you."Jack defended his manhood."Oh,I don't care what she says!I despise her--she's mad.You don't suppose she made this?I wouldn't touch it,if she had.No,no;her husband made it--a wonderful man!the greatest man in Germany!"He reached across the table and secured his glass of wine.Before it was possible to interfere,he had emptied the contents of the phial into it,and had raised it to his lips.At that moment,Schwartz's restraining hand found its way to his wrist.The deputy watchman had far too sincere a regard for good wine to permit it to be drunk,in combination with physic,at his own table.
"Put it down!"he said gruffly."You're my visitor,ain't you?Do you think I'm going to let housekeeper's cat-lap be drunk at my table?Look here!"He held up his traveling-flask,with the metal drinking-cup taken off,so as to show the liquor through the glass.The rich amber color of it fascinated Jack.He put his wine-glass back on the table."What is it?"he asked eagerly.
"Drinkable gold,Jack!_My_physic.Brandy!"
He poured out a dram into the metal cup."Try that,"he said,"and don't let me hear any more about the housekeeper's physic."Jack tasted it.The water came into his eyes--he put his hands on his throat."Fire!"he gasped faintly.
"Wait!"said Schwartz.
Jack waited.The fiery grip of the brandy relaxed;the genial warmth of it was wafted through him persuasively from head to foot.He took another sip.His eyes began to glitter."What divine being made this?"he asked.
Without waiting to be answered,he tried it again,and emptied the cup.
"More!"he cried."I never felt so big,I never felt so strong,I never felt so clever,as I feel now!"Schwartz,drinking freely from his own bottle,recovered,and more than recovered,his Bacchanalian good humor.He clapped Jack on the shoulder.
"Who's the right doctor now?"he asked cheerfully."A drab of a housekeeper?or Father Schwartz?Your health,my jolly boy!When the bottle's empty,I'll help you to finish the flask.Drink away!and the devil take all heel-taps!"The next dose of brandy fired Jack's excitable brain with a new idea.He fell on his knees at the table,and clasped his hands in a sudden fervor of devotion."Silence!"he commanded sternly.Your wine's only a poor devil.Your drinkable gold is a god.Take your cap off,Schwartz--I'm worshipping drinkable gold!"Schwartz,highly diverted,threw his cap up to the ceiling."Drinkable gold,ora pro nobis!"he shouted,profanely adapting himself to Jack's humor."You shall be Pope,my boy--and I'll be the Pope's butler.Allow me to help your sacred majesty back to your chair."Jack's answer betrayed another change in him.His tones were lofty;his manner was distant."I prefer the floor,"he said;"hand me down my mug."As he reached up to take it,the alarm-bell over the door caught his eye.
Debased as he was by the fiery strength of the drink,his ineradicable love for his mistress made its noble influence felt through the coarse fumes that were mounting to his brain."Stop!"he cried."I must be where I can see the bell--I must be ready for her,the instant it rings."He crawled across the floor,and seated himself with his back against the wall of one of the empty cells,on the left-hand side of the room.
Schwartz,shaking his fat sides with laughter,handed down the cup to his guest.Jack took no notice of it.His eyes,reddened already by the brandy,were fixed on the bell opposite to him."I want to know about it,"he said."What's that steel thing there,under the brass cover?""What's the use of asking?"Schwartz replied,returning to his bottle.
"I want to know!"
"Patience,Jack--patience.Follow my fore-finger.My hand seems to shake a little;but it's as honest a hand as ever was.That steel thing there,is the bell hammer,you know.And,bless your heart,the hammer's everything.Cost,Lord knows how much.Another toast,my son,Good luck to the bell!"Jack changed again;he began to cry."She's sleeping too long on that sofa,in there,"he said sadly."I want her to speak to me;I want to hear her scold me for drinking in this horrid place.My heart's all cold again.Where's the mug?"He found it,as he spoke;the fire of the brandy went down his throat once more,and lashed him into frantic high spirits.
"I'm up in the clouds!"he shouted;"I'm riding on a whirlwind.Sing,Schwartz!Ha!there are the stars twinkling through the skylight!Sing the stars down from heaven!"Schwartz emptied his bottle,without the ceremony of using the glass.
"Now we are primed!"he said--"now for the mad watchman's song!"He snatched up the paper from the table,and roared out hoarsely the first verse:
The moon was shining,cold and bright,In the Frankfort Deadhouse,on New Year's night And I was the watchman,left alone,While the rest to feast and dance were gone;I envied their lot,and cursed my own--Poor me!
"Chorus,Jack!'I envied their lot and cursed my own'--"The last words of the verse were lost in a yell of drunken terror.
Schwartz started out of his chair,and pointed,panic-stricken,to the lower end of the room."A ghost!"he screamed."A ghost in black,at the door!"Jack looked round,and burst out laughing."Sit down again,you old fool,"he said."It's only Mrs.Housekeeper.We are singing,Mrs.
