en-de  After Twenty Years Easy
Nach zwanzig Jahren von O. Henry
https://americanliterature.com/author/o-henry/ short-story/after-twenty-years.

Der Streifenpolizist kam eindrucksvoll die Straße herauf.
Der Eindruck war normal und keine Schau, da es nur wenige Betrachter gab.
Es war kaum 10 Uhr nachts, aber kalte Windböen mit einem Vorgeschmack von Regen hatten die Straßen nahezu entvölkert.

Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate and artful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adown the pacific thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form and slight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace.
The vicinity was one that kept early hours. Now and then you might see the lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter; but the majority of the doors belonged to business places that had long since been closed.

Als er in der Mitte eines bestimmten Blocks war, verlangsamte der Polizist plötzlich seinen Schritt. ...
Im Zugang eines verdunkelten Baumarkts lehnte sich ein Mann an, mit einer nicht angezündeten Zigarre in seinem Mund.
Als der Polizist zu ihm ging, sprach der Mann schnell laut und deutlich.

"Es ist alles in Ordnung, Officer, " sagte er beruhigend.
"Ich warte nur auf einen Freund.
Es ist ein vor 20 Jahren verabredetes Treffen. Klingt für Sie ein wenig lustig, nicht wahr?
Gut, ich werde es Ihnen erklären, falls Sie sich vergewissern wollen, dass alles in Ordnung ist.
Vor langer Zeit befand sich dort, wo dieses Geschäft ist, ein Restaurant, das 'Big Joe' Brady's Restaurant."

"Bis vor fünf Jahren", sagte der Polizist. "Es wurde dann abgerissen."

Der Mann im Eingang entzündete ein Streichholz und zündete seine Zigarre an.
Das Licht zeigte ein blasses, quadratisches Gesicht, mit scharfen Augen und einer kleinen weißen Narbe neben seiner rechten Augenbraue.
Seine Krawattennadel war ein großer Diamant, auf seltsame Weise gefasst.

"Vor zwanzig Jahren am Abend" sagte der Mann: " Ich speiste hier im 'Big Joe' Brady's' mit Jimmy Wells, meinem besten Kumpel und liebsten Freund der Welt.
Er und ich sind hier in New York zusammen aufgewachsen, wie zwei Brüder.
Ich war achtzehn und Jimmy zwanzig. Am nächsten Morgen sollte ich nach Westen aufbrechen, um mein Glück zu machen.
Man hätte Jimmy nicht aus New York zerren können; er dachte es wäre der einzige Ort in der Welt, in dem es sich lohnen würde zu leben. Nun, wir kamen in dieser Nacht überein, dass wir uns in genau zwanzig Jahren von diesem Zeitpunkt und der Zeit aus wieder hier treffen würden, gleichgültig in welcher Verfassung wir wären und welche Entfernung wir zurücklegen müssten, um zu kommen.
Wir schätzten, dass in zwanzig Jahren jeder von uns seine Bestimmung gefunden und sein Glück gemacht haben sollte, was immer es sein würde.

"Es klingt ganz interessant", sagte der Polizist.
"Allerdings scheint es mir eine ziemlich lange Zeit zwischen zwei Treffen zu sein. ...
Haben Sie, seit Sie gingen, nichts von Ihrem Freund gehört?"

"Nun ja, eine Zeitlang haben wir miteinander korrespondiert", sagte der Andere.
"Aber nach einem Jahr oder zwei haben wir uns aus den Augen verloren. ...
Wissen Sie, der Westen ist riesig groß und ich war überall gewesen um Geld anzuschaffen. Aber ich weiß, dass Jimmy mich hier treffen wird, wenn er am Leben ist, denn er war immer der treueste, zuverlässigste gute Freund in der Welt.
Er wird es niemals vergessen. Ich kam von tausend Meilen weit her, um heute Nacht in dieser Tür zu stehen, und es ist es wert, falls mein alter Partner hier aufkreuzt."

Der wartende Mann zog eine hübsche Taschenuhr heraus, deren Deckel mit kleinen Diamanten besetzt war.

"Drei Minuten vor zehn", gab er bekannt.
"Es war genau zehn Uhr, als wir uns hier an der Tür des Restaurants verabschiedeten."

"Haben sich im Westen ziemlich gut geschlagen, nicht wahr?" ... fragte der Polizist.

"Da können Sie drauf wetten!
Ich hoffe, Jimmy hat es halb so gut gemacht.
He was a kind of plodder, though, good fellow as he was.
Ich musste mich den gerissensten Köpfen stellen, um meinen Anteil zu bekommen.
Man verfällt schnell in einen Trott in New York.
Es braucht den Westen, um jemanden scharf und schneidend zu machen."

Der Polizist wirbelte seinen Schlagstock herum und machte eins, zwei Schritte.

"Ich mach mich dann weiter.
Hoffe Ihr Freund kommt noch pünktlich.
Sie nehmen es genau damit, dass er pünktlich ist?"

"Nicht unbedingt!" sagte der andere.
"Ich werde ihm wenigstens eine halbe Stunde mehr geben.
Wenn Jimmy noch lebt, wird er bis dann hier sein.
Mach's gut, officer."

"Gute Nacht, Sir", sagte der Polizist und lief weiter seine Runde und überprüfte dabei, ob die Türen geschlossen waren, als er weiterging.

Er fiel nun als ein feiner, kalter Nieselregen, und der Wind hatte von gelegentlichen Windstößen zu einem ständigen Wehen aufgefrischt.
Ein paar Reisende, die zu Fuß in diesem Viertel unterwegs waren, eilten trist und schweigend dahin, ihre Mantelkragen aufgestellt und ihre Hände in den Taschen.
And in the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment, uncertain almost to absurdity, with the friend of his youth, smoked his cigar and waited.

Er wartete etwa zwanzig Minuten, und dann eilte ein großgewachsener Mann in einem langen Übermantel, dessen Kragen bis zu den Ohren hochgeschlagen war, von der anderen Seite der Strasse herüber.
Er ging direkt auf den wartenden Mann zu.

"Bist du es, Bob?" fragte er zweifelnd.

"Bist du es, Jimmy Wells?" rief der Mann in der Tür.

"Du meine Güte!".... rief der Neuankömmling aus und griff die beiden Händen des Anderen mit seinen eigenen Händen. Es isr Bob, ganz bestimmt.
Ich war sicher, ich würde dich hier finden, wenn du noch am Leben wärst.
So, so, so! -- zwanzig Jahre sind eine lange Zeit. Das alte Restaurant gibt es nicht mehr, Bob; ich wünschte mir, es gäbe es immer noch, damit wir dort noch einmal ein Abendessen hätten haben können.
Wie ist es dir im Westen ergangen, Alter?"

"Super; er hat mir alles gegeben, was ich haben wollte. Du hast dich ganz schön verändert, Jimmy.
Ich dachte nie, du wärst zwei oder drei Zoll größer als ich".

"Oh, nachdem ich 20 war, wuchs ich ein bisschen."

"Läuft's gut in New York, Jimmy?"

"Ganz gut. ...
Ich habe eine Stelle in einer der Stadtabteilungen.
Komm schon, Bob; wir werden umher gehen an einen Platz, den ich kenne und ein gutes, langes Gespräch führen, über die guten alten Zeiten."

Die beiden Männer gingen Arm in Arm los, die Straße hinauf..... Der Mann aus dem Westen, sein Egoismus durch den Erfolg vergrößert, begann die Geschichte seiner Karriere darzulegen.
Der Andere, in seinen Mantel gehüllt, hörte mit Interesse zu.

An der Ecke lag ein mit elektrischen Lichtern erleuchteter Drogeriemarkt.
Als sie in das grelle Licht kamen, drehten sie sich beide gleichzeitig aufeinander zu, um den Anderen anzuschauen.

Der Mann aus dem Westen hielt plötzlich an und ließ den Arm seines Freundes los. ...

"Du bist nicht Jimmy Wells", blaffte er. "Zwanzig Jahre sind eine lange Zeit, aber nicht lange genug, um aus der Römernase eines Mannes eine Stupsnase zu machen."

"Sie machen manchmal aus einem guten Mann einen schlechten, sagte der lange Mann.
Sie sind seit zehn Minuten verhaftet worden, 'Silky' Bob.
Chicago denkt, du könntest in unserer Gegend vorbeigekommen sein und telegrafiert uns, dass sie eine Unterhaltung mit dir führen wollen.
Ruhig bleiben, ja?
Das ist vernünftig.
Nun, bevor wir zur Wache gehen, hier ist eine Nachricht, die ich dir überreichen soll.
Du kannst sie hier am Fenster lesen.
Sie ist von Streifenpolizist Well."

Der Mann aus dem Westen breitete das kleine Stück Papier, das man ihm gegeben hatte, auseinander.
Seine Hand war ruhig, als er anfing zu lesen, aber sie zitterte, als er zum Ende des Textes gekommen war.
Die Notiz war ziemlich kurz.

"Bob: Ich kam pünktlich zur verabredeten Zeit. Als du das Streichholz angezündet hast, um deine Zigarre anzustecken, sah ich, es war das Gesicht des Mannes, der von der Chicagoer Polizei gesucht wurde....
Irgendwie konnte ich dich nicht selbst verhaften, deshalb ging ich zurück zur Wache und schickte einen Beamten in Zivilkleidung, um diese Arbeit zu machen.

JIMMY."
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After Twenty Years by O. Henry.
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https://americanliterature.com/author/o-henry/short-story/after-twenty-years.
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The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively.
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The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few.
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The vicinity was one that kept early hours.
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When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk.
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In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned, with an unlighted cigar in his mouth.
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As the policeman walked up to him the man spoke up quickly.
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"It's all right, officer," he said, reassuringly.
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"I'm just waiting for a friend.
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It's an appointment made twenty years ago.
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Sounds a little funny to you, doesn't it?
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Well, I'll explain if you'd like to make certain it's all straight.
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"Until five years ago," said the policeman.
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"It was torn down then."
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The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar.
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His scarfpin was a large diamond, oddly set.
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He and I were raised here in New York, just like two brothers, together.
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I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty.
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The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune.
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You couldn't have dragged Jimmy out of New York; he thought it was the only place on earth.
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"It sounds pretty interesting," said the policeman.
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"Rather a long time between meets, though, it seems to me.
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Haven't you heard from your friend since you left?"
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"Well, yes, for a time we corresponded," said the other.
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"But after a year or two we lost track of each other.
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You see, the West is a pretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it pretty lively.
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He'll never forget.
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The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set with small diamonds.
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"Three minutes to ten," he announced.
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"It was exactly ten o'clock when we parted here at the restaurant door."
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"Did pretty well out West, didn't you?"
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asked the policeman.
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"You bet!
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I hope Jimmy has done half as well.
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He was a kind of plodder, though, good fellow as he was.
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I've had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile.
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A man gets in a groove in New York.
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It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him."
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The policeman twirled his club and took a step or two.
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"I'll be on my way.
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Hope your friend comes around all right.
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Going to call time on him sharp?"
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"I should say not!"
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said the other.
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"I'll give him half an hour at least.
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If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time.
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So long, officer."
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"Good-night, sir," said the policeman, passing on along his beat, trying doors as he went.
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He went directly to the waiting man.
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"Is that you, Bob?"
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he asked, doubtfully.
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"Is that you, Jimmy Wells?"
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cried the man in the door.
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"Bless my heart!"
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exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both the other's hands with his own.
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"It's Bob, sure as fate.
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I was certain I'd find you here if you were still in existence.
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Well, well, well!
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--twenty years is a long time.
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The old gone, Bob; I wish it had lasted, so we could have had another dinner there.
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How has the West treated you, old man?"
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"Bully; it has given me everything I asked it for.
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You've changed lots, Jimmy.
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I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches."
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"Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty."
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"Doing well in New York, Jimmy?"
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"Moderately.
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I have a position in one of the city departments.
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Come on, Bob; we'll go around to a place I know of, and have a good long talk about old times."
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The two men started up the street, arm in arm.
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The other, submerged in his overcoat, listened with interest.
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At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights.
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When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other's face.
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The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.
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"You're not Jimmy Wells," he snapped.
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"Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man's nose from a Roman to a pug."
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"It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one, said the tall man.
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"You've been under arrest for ten minutes, 'Silky' Bob.
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Chicago thinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants to have a chat with you.
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Going quietly, are you?
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That's sensible.
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Now, before we go on to the station here's a note I was asked to hand you.
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You may read it here at the window.
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It's from Patrolman Wells."
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The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him.
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His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little by the time he had finished.
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The note was rather short.
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"Bob: I was at the appointed place on time.
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When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago.
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Somehow I couldn't do it myself, so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job.
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JIMMY."
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After Twenty Years by O. Henry.
https://americanliterature.com/author/o-henry/short-story/after-twenty-years.

The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively.
The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few.
The time was barely 10 o'clock at night, but chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain in them had well nigh depeopled the streets.

Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate and artful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adown the pacific thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form and slight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace.
The vicinity was one that kept early hours. Now and then you might see the lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter; but the majority of the doors belonged to business places that had long since been closed.

When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk.
In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned, with an unlighted cigar in his mouth.
As the policeman walked up to him the man spoke up quickly.

"It's all right, officer," he said, reassuringly.
"I'm just waiting for a friend.
It's an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a little funny to you, doesn't it?
Well, I'll explain if you'd like to make certain it's all straight.
About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands--'Big Joe' Brady's restaurant."

"Until five years ago," said the policeman. "It was torn down then."

The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar.
The light showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, and a little white scar near his right eyebrow.
His scarfpin was a large diamond, oddly set.

"Twenty years ago to-night," said the man, "I dined here at 'Big Joe' Brady's with Jimmy Wells, my best chum, and the finest chap in the world.
He and I were raised here in New York, just like two brothers, together.
I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune.
You couldn't have dragged Jimmy out of New York; he thought it was the only place on earth. Well, we agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come.
We figured that in twenty years each of us ought to have our destiny worked out and our fortunes made, whatever they were going to be."

"It sounds pretty interesting," said the policeman.
"Rather a long time between meets, though, it seems to me.
Haven't you heard from your friend since you left?"

"Well, yes, for a time we corresponded," said the other.
"But after a year or two we lost track of each other.
You see, the West is a pretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it pretty lively. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he's alive, for he always was the truest, stanchest old chap in the world.
He'll never forget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, and it's worth it if my old partner turns up."

The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set with small diamonds.

"Three minutes to ten," he announced.
"It was exactly ten o'clock when we parted here at the restaurant door."

"Did pretty well out West, didn't you?" asked the policeman.

"You bet!
I hope Jimmy has done half as well.
He was a kind of plodder, though, good fellow as he was.
I've had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile.
A man gets in a groove in New York.
It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him."

The policeman twirled his club and took a step or two.

"I'll be on my way.
Hope your friend comes around all right.
Going to call time on him sharp?"

"I should say not!" said the other.
"I'll give him half an hour at least.
If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time.
So long, officer."

"Good-night, sir," said the policeman, passing on along his beat, trying doors as he went.

There was now a fine, cold drizzle falling, and the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow.
The few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands.
And in the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment, uncertain almost to absurdity, with the friend of his youth, smoked his cigar and waited.

About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a long overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the opposite side of the street.
He went directly to the waiting man.

"Is that you, Bob?" he asked, doubtfully.

"Is that you, Jimmy Wells?" cried the man in the door.

"Bless my heart!" exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both the other's hands with his own. "It's Bob, sure as fate.
I was certain I'd find you here if you were still in existence.
Well, well, well! --twenty years is a long time. The old gone, Bob; I wish it had lasted, so we could have had another dinner there.
How has the West treated you, old man?"

"Bully; it has given me everything I asked it for. You've changed lots, Jimmy.
I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches."

"Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty."

"Doing well in New York, Jimmy?"

"Moderately.
I have a position in one of the city departments.
Come on, Bob; we'll go around to a place I know of, and have a good long talk about old times."

The two men started up the street, arm in arm. The man from the West, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline the history of his career.
The other, submerged in his overcoat, listened with interest.

At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights.
When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other's face.

The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.

"You're not Jimmy Wells," he snapped. "Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man's nose from a Roman to a pug."

"It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one, said the tall man.
"You've been under arrest for ten minutes, 'Silky' Bob.
Chicago thinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants to have a chat with you.
Going quietly, are you?
That's sensible.
Now, before we go on to the station here's a note I was asked to hand you.
You may read it here at the window.
It's from Patrolman Wells."

The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him.
His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little by the time he had finished.
The note was rather short.

"Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago.
Somehow I couldn't do it myself, so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job.

JIMMY."