Domestic fiction; Short stories; Suburban life -- Fiction
thought he would go down to the Port and leave word at the station
there; and the police tacitly assenting to this he went.
I who have sometimes hinted that the Square is not a centre of gayety,
or a scene of the greatest activity by day, feel it right to say that
it has some modest charms of its own on a summer's night, about the hour
when Frank passed through it, when the post-office has just been shut,
and when the different groups that haunt the place in front of the
closing shops have dwindled to the loungers fit though few who will keep
it well into the night, and may there be found, by the passenger on the
last horse-car out from Boston, wrapt in a kind of social silence,
and honorably attended by the policeman whose favored beat is in
that neighborhood. They seem a feature of the bygone village life of
Charlesbridge, and accord pleasantly with the town-pump and the public
horse-trough, and the noble elm that by night droops its boughs so
pensively, and probably dreams of its happy younger days when there were
no canker-worms in the world. Sometimes this choice company sits on the
curbing that goes round the terrace at the elm-tree's foot, and then I
envy every soul in it,--so tranquil it seems, so cool, so careless, so
morrowless. I cannot see the faces of that luxurious society, but there
I imagine is the local albino, and a certain blind man, who resorts
thither much by day, and makes a strange kind of jest of his own, with
a flicker of humor upon his sightless face, and a faith that others less
unkindly treated by nature will be able to see the point apparently not
always discernible to himself. Late at night I have a fancy that the
darkness puts him on an equality with other wits, and that he enjoys his
own brilliancy as well as any one.
At the Port station Frank was pleased and soothed by the tranquil air of
the policeman, who sat in his shirt-sleeves outside the door, and seemed
to announce, by his attitude of final disoccupation, that crimes and
misdemeanors were no more. This officer at once showed a desirable
interest in the case. He put on his blue coat that he might listen
to the whole story in a proper figure, and then he took down the main
points on the slate, and said that they would send word round to the
other stations in the city, and the boy's parents could hardly help
hearing of him that night.
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