The Honorable Peter Stirling and What People Thought of Him

  CHAPTER XVI.

  THE CONSEQUENCES.

  Nor was it the district alone which talked of the speech. Perhaps theresidents of it made their feelings most manifest, for they organized atorchlight procession that night, and went round and made Peter anaddress of thanks. Mr. Dennis Moriarty being the spokesman. The judgeshook hands with him after the trial, and said that he had handled hiscase well. The defendant's lawyer told him he "knew his business." Anumber of the reporters sought a few words with him, and blended praisewith questions.

  The reporters did far more than this, however. It was the dull newspaperseason, and the case had turned out to be a thoroughly "journalistic"one. So they questioned and interviewed every one concerned, and aftercleverly winnowing the chaff, which in this case meant the dull, fromthe gleanings, most of them gave several columns the next morning to thestory. Peter's speech was printed in full, and proved to read almost aswell as it had sounded. The reporters were told, and repeated the taleswithout much attempt at verification, that Peter had taken the matter upwithout hope of profit; had paid the costs out of his own pocket; hadrefused to settle "though offered nine thousand dollars:" had "saved theDooley children's lives by sending them into the country;" and "had paidfor the burials of the little victims." So all gave him a puff, and twoof the better sort wrote really fine editorials about him. At electiontime, or any other than a dull season, the case would have had smallattention, but August is the month, to reverse an old adage, when "anynews is good news."

  The press began, too, a crusade against the swill-milk dealers, and themen who had allowed all this to be possible. "What is the Health Boardabout, that poison for children can be sold in the public streets?""Where is the District Attorney, that prosecutions for the public goodhave to be brought by public-spirited citizens?" they demanded.Lynx-eyed reporters tracked the milk-supplies of the city, and thoughthe alarm had been given, and many cows had been hastily sent to thecountry, they were able to show up certain companies, and print detailswhich were quite lurid enough, when sufficiently "colored" by theirskilful pens. Most residents of New York can remember the "swill-milk"or "stump-tail milk" exposures and prosecutions of that summer, and ofthe reformation brought about thereby in the Board of Health. As thedetails are not pleasant reading, any one who does not remember isreferred to the daily press, and, if they want horrible pictures, toFrank Leslie's Illustrated Weekly. Except for the papers, it is to bequestioned if Peter's case would have resulted in much more than thepunishment of the man actually convicted; but by the press taking thematter up, the moment's indignation was deepened and intensified to adegree which well-nigh swept every cow-stable off the island, and drovethe proper officials into an activity leading to great reforms.

  No one was more surprised than Peter, at the sudden notoriety, or at thefar-reaching results. He collected the articles, and sent them to hismother. He wrote:

  "Don't think that this means any great start. In truth, I am a hundred dollars the poorer for the case, and shall have to cut off a few expenses for the rest of the year. I tell you this, because I know you will not think for a moment that I grudge the money, and you are not to spoil my trifling self-denial by any offer of assistance You did quite enough in taking in those two little imps. Were they very bad? Did they tramp on your flowers, and frighten poor old Russet [Russet was the cat] out of his fast waning lives? It was a great pleasure to me to see them so plump and brown, and I thank you for it. Their testimony in court was really amusing, though at the same time pathetic. People tell me that my speech was a good one. What is more surprising, they tell me that I made the prisoner, and Mr. Bohlmann, the brewer, who sat next to Dummer, both cry. I confess I grieve over the fact that I was not prosecuting Bohlmann. He is the real criminal, yet goes scot free. But the moral effect is, I suppose, the important thing, and any one to whom responsibility could be traced (and convicted) gives us that. I find that Mr. Bohlmann goes to the same church I attend!"

  His mother was not surprised. She had always known her Peter was a hero,and needed no "York papers" to teach her the fact. Still she read everyline of the case, and of the subsequent crusade. She read Peter's speechagain and again, stopping to sob at intervals, and hugging the clippingto her bosom from time to time, as the best equivalent for Peter, whilesobbing: "My boy, my darling boy." Every one in the mill-town knew ofit, and the clippings were passed round among Peter's friends, beginningwith the clergyman and ending with his school-boy companions. They allwondered why Peter had spoken so briefly. "If I could talk like that,"said a lawyer to the proud mother, "I'd have spoken for a couple ofhours." Mrs. Stirling herself wished it had been longer. Four columns ofevidence, and only a little over a half column of speech! It couldn'thave taken him twenty minutes at the most. "Even the other lawyer, whohad nothing to say but lies, took over a column to his speech. And hiswas printed close together, while that of Peter's was spread out (_e.g._solid and leaded) making the difference in length all the greater." Mrs.Stirling wondered if there could be a conspiracy against her Peter, onthe part of the Metropolitan press. She had promptly subscribed for ayear to the New York paper which glorified Peter the most, supposingthat from this time on his name would appear on the front page. When shefound it did not and that it was not mentioned in the press and HealthBoard crusade against the other "swill-milk" dealers, she becameconvinced that there was some definite attempt to rob Peter of his duefame. "Why, Peter began it all," she explained, "and now the papers andHealth Board pretend it's all their doings." She wrote a letter to theeditor of the paper--a letter which was passed round the office, andlaughed over not a little by the staff. She never received an answer,nor did the paper give Peter the more attention because of it.

  Two days after the trial, Peter had another call from Dummer.

  "You handled that case in great style, Mr. Stirling," he told Peter."You know the ropes as well as far older men. You got just the rightevidence out of your witnesses, and not a bit of superfluous rubbish.That's the mistake most young men make. They bury their testimony inunessential details, I tell you, those two children were worth all therest put together. Did you send them to the country on purpose to getthat kind of evidence?"

  "No," said Peter.

  "Well, every man in that jury was probably a father, and that child'stalk took right hold of them. Not but that your speech would have donethe business. You were mighty clever in just telling what you saw, andnot going into the testimony. You could safely trust the judge to dothat. It was a great speech."

  "Thank you," said Peter.

  "He's not to be taffied," thought the lawyer. "Plain talking's the wayto deal with him." He ended his allusions to the trial, and said: "Now,Mr. Stirling, Mr. Bohlmann doesn't want to have these civil suits go anyfurther. Mr. Bohlmann's a man of respectability, with a nice wife andsome daughters. The newspapers are giving him quite enough music withoutyour dragging him into court."

  "It's the only way I can reach him," said Peter.

  "But you mustn't want to reach him. He's really a well-meaning man, andif you ask your clergyman--for I believe you go to Dr. Purple'schurch?--you'll find he's very charitable and generous with his money."

  Peter smiled curiously. "Distributing money made that way is not much ofa charity."

  "He didn't know," said the lawyer. Then catching a look which came intoPeter's face, he instantly added, "at least, he had no idea it was thatbad. He tells me that he hadn't been inside those cow-sheds for fouryears."

  "Come and see me to-morrow," said Peter.

  After Dummer had gone, Peter walked uptown, and saw his clergyman.

  "Yes," he was told, "Mr. Bohlmann has always stood high in the church,and has been liberal and sensible with his money. I can't tell you howthis whole thing has surprised and grieved me, Mr. Stirling. It must beterrible for his wife. His daughters, too, are such nice sweet girls.You've probably noticed them in church?"

  "No," Peter had not noticed them. He
did not add that he did not noticeyoung girls--that for some reason they had not interested himsince--since--

  "Where does he live?" inquired Peter.

  "Not ten blocks from here," replied Dr. Purple, and named the street andnumber.

  Peter looked at his watch and, thanking the clergyman, took his leave.He did not go back to his office, but to the address, and asked for Mr.Bohlmann. A respectable butler showed him into a handsome parlor andcarried his name to the brewer.

  There were already two girls in the room. One was evidently a caller.The other, a girl with a sweet, kindly, German face, was obviously oneof the "nice" daughters. His arrival checked the flow of conversationsomewhat, but they went on comparing their summer experiences. When thebutler came back and said aloud, "Mr. Bohlmann will see you in thelibrary, Mr. Stirling," Peter noticed that both girls turned impulsivelyto look at him, and that the daughter flushed red.

  He found Mr. Bohlmann standing uneasily on the rug by the fireplace, anda stout woman gazing out of the window, with her back to the room.

  "I had a call from your lawyer this morning, Mr. Bohlmann," said Peter,"and I have taken the liberty of coming to see you about the cases."

  "Sid down, sid down," said his host, nervously, though not sittinghimself.

  Peter sat down. "I want to do what is best about the matter," he said.

  The woman turned quickly to look at him, and Peter saw that there weretears in her eyes.

  "Vell," said the brewer, "what is dat?"

  "I don't know," said Peter, "and that's why I've come to see you."

  Mr. Bohlmann's face worked for a moment. Then suddenly he burst intotears. "I give you my word, Mr. Stirling," he said, "that I didn't knowit was so. I haven't had a happy moment since you spoke that day incourt." He had heretofore spoken in English with a slight German accent.But this he said in German. He sat down at the table and buried his facein his arms. His wife, who was also weeping, crossed to him, and triedto comfort him by patting him on the back.

  "I think," said Peter, "we had best drop the suits."

  Mr. Bohlmann looked up. "It is not the money, Mr. Stirling," he said,still speaking in German. "See." He drew from a drawer in his desk acheck-book, and filling up a check, handed it to Peter. It was dated andsigned, but the amount was left blank. "There," he said, "I leave it toyou what is right."

  "I think Mr. Dummer will feel we have not treated him fairly," saidPeter, "if we settle it in this way."

  "Do not think of him. I will see that he has no cause for complaint,"the brewer said. "Only let me know it is ended, so that my wife and mydaughters--" he choked, and ended the sentence thus.

  "Very well," said Peter. "We'll drop the suits."

  The husband and wife embraced each other in true German fashion.

  Peter rose and came to the table. "Three of the cases were for fivethousand each, and the other two were for two thousand each," he said,and then hesitated. He wished to be fair to both sides. "I will ask youto fill in the check for eight thousand dollars. That will be two eachfor three, and one each for two."

  Mr. Bohlmann disengaged himself from his wife, and took his pen. "You donot add your fee," he said.

  "I forgot it," laughed Peter, and the couple laughed with him in theirhappiness. "Make it for eight thousand, two hundred and fifty."

  "Och," said the brewer once more resuming his English. "Dat is tooleedle for vive cases."

  "No," said Peter. "It was what I had decided to charge in case I got anydamages."

  So the check was filled in, and Peter, after a warm handshake from both,went back to his office.

  "Dat iss a fine yoong mahn," said the brewer.