A Gentleman Vagabond and Some Others

A Gentleman Vagabond and
Some Others
by F. Hopkinson
Smith

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A GENTLEMAN VAGABOND AND SOME OTHERS
BY
F. HOPKINSON SMITH

NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS

1895

INTRODUCTORY NOTE
There are gentlemen vagabonds and vagabond gentlemen. Here and
there one finds a vagabond pure and simple, and once in a lifetime one
meets a gentleman simple and pure.
Without premeditated intent or mental bias, I have unconsciously to
myself selected some one of these several types,--entangling them in the
threads of the stories between these covers.
Each of my readers can group them to suit his own experience.
F.H.S. NEW YORK, 150 E. 34TH ST.

CONTENTS
PAGE A GENTLEMAN VAGABOND 1 A KNIGHT OF THE
LEGION OF HONOR 36 JOHN SANDERS, LABORER 67 BÄADER
82 THE LADY OF LUCERNE 102 JONATHAN 126 ALONG THE
BRONX 141 ANOTHER DOG 147 BROCKWAY'S HULK 160

A GENTLEMAN VAGABOND

I
I found the major standing in front of Delmonico's, interviewing a large,
bare-headed personage in brown cloth spotted with brass buttons. The
major was in search of his very particular friend, Mr. John Hardy of
Madison Square, and the personage in brown and brass was rather
languidly indicating, by a limp and indecisive forefinger, a route
through a section of the city which, correctly followed, would have
landed the major in the East River.
I knew him by the peculiar slant of his slouch hat, the rosy glow of his
face, and the way in which his trousers clung to the curves of his
well-developed legs, and ended in a sprawl that half covered his shoes.
I recognized, too, a carpet-bag, a ninety-nine-cent affair, an "occasion,"
with galvanized iron clasps and paper-leather sides,--the kind opened
with your thumb.
The major--or, to be more definite, Major Tom Slocomb of
Pocomoke--was from one of the lower counties of the Chesapeake. He
was supposed to own, as a gift from his dead wife, all that remained
unmortgaged of a vast colonial estate on Crab Island in the bay,
consisting of several thousand acres of land and water,--mostly
water,--a manor house, once painted white, and a number of
outbuildings in various stages of dilapidation and decay.
In his early penniless life he had migrated from his more northern
native State, settled in the county, and, shortly after his arrival, had
married the relict of the late lamented Major John Talbot of Pocomoke.
This had been greatly to the surprise of many eminent Pocomokians,
who boasted of the purity and antiquity of the Talbot blood, and who
could not look on in silence, and see it degraded and diluted by an
alliance with a "harf strainer or worse." As one possible Talbot heir put
it, "a picayune, low-down corncracker, suh, without blood or breedin'."
The objections were well taken. So far as the ancestry of the Slocomb
family was concerned, it was a trifle indefinite. It really could not be
traced back farther than the day of the major's arrival at Pocomoke,
notwithstanding the major's several claims that his ancestors came over

in the Mayflower, that his grandfather fought with General Washington,
and that his own early life had been spent on the James River. These
statements, to thoughtful Pocomokians, seemed so conflicting and
improbable, that his neighbors and acquaintances ascribed them either
to that total disregard for salient facts which characterized the major's
speech, or to the vagaries of that rich and vivid imagination which had
made his conquest of the widow so easy and complete.
Gradually, however, through the influence of his wife, and because of
his own unruffled good-humor, the antipathy had worn away. As years
sped on, no one, except the proudest and loftiest Pocomokian, would
have cared to trace the Slocomb blood farther back than its graft upon
the Talbot tree. Neither would the major. In fact, the brief honeymoon
of five years left so profound an impression upon his after life, that, to
use his own words, his birth and marriage had occurred at the identical
moment,--he had never lived until then.
There was no question in the minds of his neighbors as to whether the
major maintained his new social position