Vocabulary
1.
belonged : to
be an attribute, part, adjunct, or function of a person or thing
2.
business : a
commercial or sometimes an industrial enterprise
3.
certain : incapable
of failing : an inevitable outcome
4.
colorless :
deficient in color : lacking sparkle or liveliness
5.
darkened : to
grow dark : become obscured
6.
doubtfully
: uncertain in outcome : open to question
7.
everything
: all that relates to the subject: used
to indicate related but unspecified events, facts, or conditions
8.
fellow : a
member of a group having common characteristics: a man
9.
fine : superior
in kind, quality, or appearance
10. guarding : to protect from danger
especially by watchful attention : make secure
11. hurrying : to carry or cause to go with
haste
12. jewel : an ornament of precious
metal often set with stones or decorated with enamel and worn as an accessory
of dress
13. mark : a distinguishing trait or
quality
14. necktie : a
narrow length of material worn about the neck and tied in front; especially
15. peace : a state of security or order
within a community provided for by law or custom
16. strange : not native to or naturally belonging in
a place : of external origin, kind, or character
17. successful : resulting in favorable or desired outcome;
also: the attainment of wealth, favor
18. suddenly :happening or coming
unexpectedly
19. surely : without doubt :
20. toward : in such a position as to be in
the direction of
21. waiting : to stay in place in
expectation of : to be
ready and available
22. warm
:to maintain or preserve heat especially to a satisfactory degree
THE COP MOVED ALONG THE STREET, LOOKING strong
and important. This was the way he always moved. He was not thinking of how he
looked. There were few people on the street to see him. It was only about ten
at night, but it was cold and there was a wind with a little rain in it.
He stopped at doors as he walked along, trying each door to be
sure that it was closed for the night. Now and then he turned and looked up and
down the street. He was a fine-looking cop, watchful, guarding the peace.
People in this part of
the city went home early. Now and then you might see the lights of a shop or of
a small restaurant, but most of the doors belonged to business places that had
been closed hours ago.
Then the cop suddenly slowed his walk. Near the door of a
darkened shop a man was standing. As the cop walked toward him, the man spoke quickly.
“It’s all right, officer,” he said. “I’m waiting for a
friend. Twenty years ago we agreed to meet here tonight. It sounds strange to
you, doesn’t it? I’ll explain if you want to be sure that everything’s all
right. About twenty years ago there was a restaurant where this shop stands.
‘Big Joe’ Brady’s restaurant.”
“It was here until five years ago,” said the cop.
The man near the door had a colorless square face with
bright eyes, and a little white mark near his right eye. He had a
large jewel in his necktie.
“Twenty years ago tonight,” said the man, “I had dinner here
with Jimmy Wells. He was my best friend and the best fellow in the world. He
and I grew up together here in New York, like two brothers. I was eighteen and
Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West. I was going to
find a job and make a great success. You couldn’t have pulled Jimmy out of New
York. He thought it was the only place on earth.
“We agreed that night that we would meet here again in
twenty years. We thought that in twenty years we would know what kind of men we
were, and what future waited for us.”
“It sounds interesting,” said the cop. “A long time between
meetings, it seems to me. Have you heard from your friend since you went West?”
“Yes, for a time we did write to each other,” said the man,
“but after a year or two, we stopped. The West is big. I moved around
everywhere, and I moved quickly. I know that Jimmy will meet me here if he can.
He was as true as any man in the world. He’ll never forget. I came a thousand
miles to stand here tonight, but I’ll be glad about that, if my old friend
comes too.”
The waiting man took out a fine watch, covered with small
jewels.
“Three minutes before ten,” he said. “It was ten that night
when we said goodbye here at the restaurant door.”
“You were successful
in the West, weren’t you?” asked the cop.
“I surely was! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a
slow mover. I’ve had to fight for my success. In New York a man doesn’t change
much. In the West you learn how to fight for what you get.”
The cop took a step or two.
“I’ll go on my way,” he said. “I hope your friend comes all
right.
If he isn’t here at ten, are you going to leave?”
“I am not!” said the other. “I’ll wait half an hour, at
least. If Jimmy is alive on earth, he’ll be here by that time. Good night,
officer.”
“Good night,” said the cop, and walked away, trying doors as
he went.
There was now a cold rain falling and the wind was stronger.
The few people walking along that street were hurrying, trying
to keep warm.
At the door of the
shop stood the man who had come a thousand miles to meet a friend. Such a
meeting could not be certain, but he waited.
About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a
long coat came hurrying across the street. He went directly to the waiting man.
“Is that you, Bob?” he asked, doubtfully.
“Is that you, Jimmy Wells?” cried the man at the door.
The new man took the other man’s hands in his. “It’s Bob! It
surely is. I was certain I would find you here if you were still alive. Twenty
years is a long time. The old restaurant is gone, Bob. I wish it were here, so
that we could have another dinner in it. Has the West been good to you?”
“It gave me everything I asked for. You’ve changed, Jimmy. I
never thought you were so tall.”
“Oh, I grew a little after I was twenty.”
“Are you doing well in New York, Jimmy?”
“Well enough. I work for the city. Come on, Bob, We’ll go to
a place I know, and have a good long talk about old times.”
The two men started along the street, arm in arm. The man
from the West was beginning to tell the story of his life. The other, with his coat up to his ears, listened with interest.
At the corner stood a shop bright with electric lights. When
they came near, each turned to look at the other’s face.
The man from the West stopped suddenly and pulled his arm
away.
“You’re not Jimmy Wells,” he said. “Twenty years is a long
time, but not long enough to change the shape of a man’s nose.”
“It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one,” said the
tall man. “You’ve been under arrest for ten minutes, Bob. Chicago cops thought
you might be coming to New York. They told us to watch for
you. Are you coming with me quietly? That’s wise, but first
here is something I was asked to give you. You may read it here at the window.
It’s from a cop named Wells.”
The man from the West opened the little piece of paper. His
hand began to shake a little as he read.
“Bob: I was at the place on time. I saw the face of the man
wanted by Chicago cops. I didn’t want to arrest you myself. So I went and got
another cop and sent him to do the job.
JIMMY.”
JIMMY.”
