You Should Worry Says John Henry Page 4

  CHAPTER IV

  YOU SHOULD WORRY ABOUT GETTING A GOAT

  Hep Hardy's goat belongs to the chamois branch of that famous family.

  When it gets out it wants to leap from crag to crag.

  Hep's chamois got loose recently and, believe me, I never saw a goatperform to better advantage.

  For a long time Hep has been in love with Clarissa Goober, the daughterof Pop Goober, who made millions out of the Flower-pot Trust. Of late,however, Hep's course of true love has been running for Sweeney, and myold pal has been staring at the furniture and conversing with himself agreat deal.

  On our way home night before last Hep and I dropped into the SaintAstormore for a cocktail, and at a table near us sat Pop Goober andsomething else which afterwards turned out to be a Prussiannobleman--the Count Cheese von Cheese.

  When Hep got a flash of these two his goat kicked down the door of itsbox-stall and began cavorting all over the Western Hemisphere.

  "Pipe!" he whispered hoarsely, "pipe Pop Goober and the human germ withhim! It's a titled foreigner--honest it is! It can walk and say, 'Papa!'And it is trained to pick out a millionaire father-in-law at fiftypaces!"

  "Why, what's the matter, Hep?" I inquired after the waiter had vamped.

  "Oh, I'm wise to these guys with the Gorgonzola titles all wrapped up inpink tissue paper and only $8 in the jeans," Hep rumbled, with a glarein the direction of the Count Cheese von Cheese.

  "Pop Goober certainly does make both ends meet in the lemon industry,"he continued. "That old gink is the original Onion collector and hespends his waking hours falling for dead ones."

  Hep paused to bite the froth off a Bronx. His goat was at the post.

  "That driblet is over here to pick out an heiress and fall in love withher because he needs the money," Hep growled as his goat got away in thelead. "Every steamer brings them over, John, some _incognito_, some indress suits, and some in _hoc signo vinces_, but all of them able topick out a lady with a bank account as far as the naked eye can see.

  "It's getting so now, John, that an open-face, stem-winding American hasto kick four Dukes, eight Earls, seven Counts and a couple of Princesoff the front steps every time he goes to call on his sweetheart--if shehas money.

  "When I go down into Wall Street, John, I find rich men with the tearsstreaming down their faces while they are calling up on the telephone tosee if their daughter, Gladys, is still safe at home, where they lefther before they came down to business.

  "Walk through a peachy palace of the rich on Fifth Avenue, and what willyou find?

  "Answer: You will find a proud mother bowed with a great grief, andholding onto a rope which is tied to her daughter's ankle to prevent thelatter from running out on the front piazza, and throwing kisses at thetitled foreigners.

  "You will find these cheap skates everywhere, John, rushing hither andthither, and sniffing the air for the odor of burning money."

  Hep's goat at the quarter and going strong.

  "They're all over the place, John," he rushed on; "the street cars arefull of Earls and Baronets, traveling on transfers. There they are,John, sitting in the best seats and reading the newspapers until anheiress jumps aboard and hands them her address, with a memorandum ofher papa's bank account.

  "Then they arise with the true nobility of motion and ask that a day beset for the wedding.

  "Why should it be thus, John? We have laws in this country to protectthe birds and the trees, the squirrels and all animals except those thatcan be reached by an automobile, but why don't we have a law to protectthe heiresses?

  "Why are these titled zimboes permitted to borrow carfare, and come overhere and give this fair land a fit of indigestion?

  "Why are they permitted to set their proud and large feet on the soilfor which our forefathers fought and bled for their country, and forwhich some of us are still fighting and bleeding the country? Why? Whydo these fat-heads come over here with a silver cigarette case and asociety directory and make every rich man in the country fasten aburglar alarm to his checkbook?"

  Hep's goat at the half by a length.

  "A few days ago, John, one of these mutts with an Edam title jumped offan ocean liner, and immediately the price of padlocks rose to thehighest point ever known on the Stock Exchange.

  "All over the country rich men with romantic daughters rushed to and froand then rushed back again. They were up against a crisis. If you couldget near enough to the long-distance telephone, John, you could hearone rich old American guy shrieking the battle-cry to another captain ofindustry out in Indianapolis: 'To arms! The foe! The foe! He comes withnothing but his full dress suit and a blank marriage license! To arms!To arms!'"

  Hep's goat at the three-quarters by two lengths.

  "Why, John," he exploded again, "every telegraph wire in the country issizzling with excitement. Despatches which would make your blood curdlewith anguish and sorrow for the rich are flying all over the country.Something like this:

  "'Boston. To-day.

  "'At ten-thirty this morning Rudolph Oscar Grabbitall, the millionaire stone-breaker, read the startling news that a foreign Count had just landed in New York. His suffering was pathetic. His daughter, Gasolene Panatella, who will inherit $19,000,000, mostly in bonds, stocks and newspaper talk, was in the dental parlor five blocks away from home when the blow fell. Calling his household about him, Mr. Grabbitall rushed into the dental parlor, beat the dentist down with his bill, dragged Gasolene Panatella home and locked her up in the rear cupboard of the spare room on the second floor of the mansion. Her teeth suffered somewhat, but, thank Heaven! her money will remain in this country. The community breathes easier, but all the incoming trains are being watched.'

  "Are you wise, John, to what the panhandling nobility of Europe aredoing to our dear United States?

  "They are putting all our millionaires on the fritz, that's what they'redoing."

  Hep's goat in the stretch, under wraps.

  "Le'me tell you something, John; it will soon come to pass that theheiress will have to be locked up in the safe deposit vaults with papa'sbank book. Here is an item from one of our most prominent newspapers.Get this, John:

  "'Long Island City. Now.

  "'Pinchem Shortface, the millionaire who made a fortune by inventing a way to open clams by steam, has determined that no foreign Count will marry his daughter, Sudsetta. She will inherit about $193,000,000, about $18 of which is loose enough to spend. The unhappy father is building a spite fence around his mansion, which will be about twenty-two feet high, and all the unmarried millionaires without daughters, to speak of, will contribute broken champagne bottles to put on top of the fence. If the Count gets Sudsetta he is more of a sparrow than her father thinks he is.'

  "It's pitiful, John, that's what it is, pitiful! All over the countryrich men are dropping their beloved daughters in the cyclone cellars andhiding mamma's stocking with the money in it out in the hay loft.

  "I am glad, John, that I am not a rich man with a daughter who is eatingher heart out for a moth-covered title and a castle on the Rhinewine.

  "You can bet, John, that no daughter of mine can ever marry a tall gentwith a nose like the rear end of an observation car and a knowledge ofthe English language which doesn't get beyond I O U--do you get me?"

  Hep's goat wins in a walk.

  "Are you all through, Hep?" I inquired feebly.

  "I'm not through--but I'll take a recess," he snapped back at me.

  "By the way," I said, offhand like, "is Clarissa Goober in town?"

  "Yes, but she sails for Europe to-morrow on the _Imperator_," heanswered sullenly.

  "Oh," I said; "who's going with her?"

  "The Count Cheese von Cheese."

  "Oh!"

  Long pause.

  "Let's have another Bronx," I suggested.

/>   Hep took six--one for himself and five for the goat.

  Can you blame him?