Fancies and Goodnights

BOTTLE PARTY

Franklin Fletcher dreamed of luxury in the form of tiger-skins and beautiful women. He was prepared, at a pinch, to forgo the tiger-skins. Unfortunately the beautiful women seemed equally rare and inaccessible. At his office and at his boarding-house the girls were mere mice, or cattish, or kittenish, or had insufficiently read the advertisements. He met no others. At thirty-five he gave up, and decided he must console himself with a hobby, which is a very miserable second-best.

He prowled about in odd corners of the town, looking in at the windows of antique dealers and junk-shops, wondering what on earth he might collect. He came upon a poor shop, in a poor alley, in whose dusty window stood a single object: it was a full-rigged ship in a bottle. Feeling rather like that himself, he decided to go in and ask the price.

The shop was small and bare. Some shabby racks were ranged about the walls, and these racks bore a large number of bottles, of every shape and size, containing a variety of objects which were interesting only because they were in bottles. While Franklin still looked about, a little door opened, and out shuffled the proprietor, a wizened old man in a smoking-cap, who seemed mildly surprised and mildly pleased to have a customer.

He showed Franklin bouquets, and birds of paradise, and the Battle of Gettysburg, and miniature Japanese gardens, and even a shrunken human head, all stoppered up in bottles. «And what,» said Frank, «are those, down there on the bottom shelf?»

«They are not much to look at,» said the old man. «A lot of people think they are all nonsense. Personally, I like them.»

He lugged out a few specimens from their dusty obscurity. One seemed to have nothing but a little dried-up fly in it, others contained what might have been horse-hairs or straws, or mere wisps of heaven knows what; some appeared to be filled with grey or opalescent smoke. «They are,» said the old man, «various sorts of genii, jinns, sybils, demons, and such things. Some of them, I believe, are much harder, even than a full-rigged ship, to get into a bottle.»

«Oh, but come! This is New York,» said Frank.

«All the more reason,» said the old man, «to expect the most extraordinary jinns in bottles. I'll show you. Wait a moment. The stopper is a little stiff.»

«You mean there's one in there?» said Frank. «And you're going to let it out?»

«Why not?» replied the old man, desisting in his efforts, and holding the bottle up to the light. «This one — Good heavens! Why not, indeed! My eyes are getting weak. I very nearly undid the wrong bottle. A very ugly customer, that one! Dear me! It's just as well I didn't get that stopper undone. I'd better put him right back in the rack. I must remember he's in the lower right-hand corner. I'll stick a label on him one of these days. Here's something more harmless.»

«What's in that?» said Frank.

«Supposed to be the most beautiful girl in the world,» said the old man. «All right, if you like that sort of thing. Myself, I've never troubled to undo her. I'll find something more interesting.»

«Well, from a scientific point of view,» said Frank, «I —»

«Science isn't everything,» said the old man. «Look at this.» He held up one which contained a tiny, mummified, insect-looking object, just visible through the grime. «Put your ear to it,» he said.

Frank did so. He heard, in a sort of whistling nothing of a voice, the words, «Louisiana Lad, Saratoga, four-fifteen. Louisiana Lad, Saratoga, four-fifteen,» repeated over and over again.

«What on earth is that?» said he.

«That,» said the old man, «is the original Cumaean Sibyl. Very interesting. She's taken up racing.»

«Very interesting,» said Frank. «All the same, I'd just like to see that other. I adore beauty.»

«A bit of an artist, eh?» said the old man. «Believe me, what you really want is a good, all-around, serviceable type. Here's one, for example. I recommend this little fellow from personal experience. He's practical. He can fix you anything.»

«Well, if that's so,» said Frank, «why haven't you got a palace, tiger-skins, and all that?»

«I had all that,» said the old man. «And he fixed it. Yes, this was my first bottle. All the rest came from him. First of all I had a palace, pictures, marbles, slaves. And, as you say, tiger-skins. I had him put Cleopatra on one of them.»

«What was she like?» cried Frank.

«All right,» said old man, «if you like that sort of thing. I got bored with it. I thought to myself, 'What I'd like, really, is a little shop, with all sorts of things in bottles.' So I had him fix it. He got me the sibyl. He got me the ferocious fellow there. In fact, he got me all of them.»

«And now he's in there?» said Frank.

«Yes. He's in there,» said the old man. «Listen to him.»

Frank put his ear to the bottle. He heard, uttered in the most plaintive tones, «Let me out. Do let me out. Please let me out. I'll do anything. Let me out. I'm harmless. Please let me out. Just for a little while. Do let me out. I'll do anything. Please —»

Frank looked at the old man. «He's there all right,» he said. «He's there.»

«Of course he's there,» said the old man. «I wouldn't sell you an empty bottle. What do you take me for? In fact, I wouldn't sell this one at all, for sentimental reasons, only I've had the shop a good many years now, and you're my first customer.»

Frank put his ear to the bottle again. «Let me out. Let me out. Oh, please let me out. I'll —»

«My God!» said Frank uneasily. «Does he go on like that all the time?»

«Very probably,» said the old man. «I can't say I listen. I prefer the radio.»

«It seems rather tough on him,» said Frank sympathetically.

«Maybe, »said the old man. «They don't seem to like bottles. Personally, I do. They fascinate me. For example, I —»

«Tell me, »said Frank. «Is he really harmless?»

«Oh, yes,» said the old man. «Bless you, yes. Some say they're tricky — eastern blood and all that — I never found him so. I used to let him out; he'd do his stuff, then back he'd go again. I must say, he's very efficient.»

«He could get me anything?»

«Absolutely anything.»

«And how much do you want for him?» said Frank.

«Oh I don't know,» said the old man. «Ten million dollars, perhaps.»

«I say! I haven't got that. Still, if he's as good as you say, maybe I could work it off on the hire purchase system.»

«Don't worry. We'll say five dollars instead. I've got all I want, really. Shall I wrap him up for you ?»

Frank paid over his five dollars, and hurried home with the precious bottle, terrified of breaking it. As soon as he was in his room he pulled out the stopper. Out flowed a prodigious quantity of greasy smoke, which immediately solidified into the figure of a gross and fleshy Oriental, six feet six in height, with rolls of fat, a hook nose, a wicked white to his eye, vast double chins, altogether like a film-producer, only larger. Frank, striving desperately for something to say, ordered shashlik, kebabs, and Turkish delight. These were immediately forthcoming.

Frank, having recovered his balance, noted that these modest offerings were of surpassing quality, and set upon dishes of solid gold, superbly engraved, and polished to a dazzling brightness. It is by little details of this description that one may recognize a really first-rate servant. Frank was delighted, but restrained his enthusiasm. «Gold plates,» said he, «are all very well. Let us, however, get down to brass tacks. I should like a palace.»

«To hear,» said his dusky henchman, «is to obey.»

«It should,» said Frank, «be of suitable size, suitably situated, suitably furnished, suitable pictures, suitable marbles, hangings, and all that. I should like there to be a large number of tiger-skins. I am very fond of tiger-skins.»

«They shall be there,» said his slave.

«I am» said Frank, «a bit of an artist, as your late owner remarked. My art, so to speak, demands the presence, upon these tiger-skins, of a number of young women, some blonde, some brunette, some petite, some Junoesque, some languorous, some vivacious, all beautiful, and they need not be over-dressed. I hate over-dressing. It is vulgar. Have you got that?»

«I have,» said the jinn.

«Then,» said Frank, «let me have it.»

«Condescend only,» said his servant, «to close your eyes for the space of a single minute, and opening them you shall find yourself surrounded by the agreeable objects you have described.»

«O.K.,» said Frank. «But no tricks, mind!»

He closed his eyes as requested. A low, musical humming, whooshing sound rose and fell about him. At the end of the minute he looked around. There were the arches, pillars, marbles, hangings, etc. of the most exquisite palace imaginable, and wherever he looked he saw a tiger-skin, and on every tiger-skin there reclined a young woman of surpassing beauty who was certainly not vulgarly over-dressed.

Our good Frank was, to put it mildly, in an ecstasy. He darted to and fro like a honey-bee in a florist's shop. He was received everywhere with smiles sweet beyond description, and with glances of an open or a veiled responsiveness. Here were blushes and lowered lids. Here was the flaming face of ardour. Here was a shoulder turned, but by no means a cold shoulder. Here were open arms, and such arms! Here was love dissembled, but vainly dissembled. Here was love triumphant. «I must say,» said Frank at a later hour, «I have spent a really delightful afternoon. I have enjoyed it thoroughly.»

«Then may I crave,» said the jinn, who was at that moment serving him his supper, «may I crave the boon of being allowed to act as your butler, and as general minister to your pleasures, instead of being returned to that abominable bottle?»

«I don't see why not,» said Frank. «It certainly seems rather tough that, after having fixed all this up, you should be crammed back into the bottle again. Very well, act as my butler, but understand, whatever the convention may be, I wish you never to enter a room without knocking. And above all — no tricks.»

The jinn, with a soapy smile of gratitude, withdrew, and Frank shortly retired to his harem, where he passed the evening as pleasantly as he had passed the afternoon.

Some weeks went by entirely filled with these agreeable pastimes, till Frank, in obedience to law which not even the most efficient jinns can set aside, found himself growing a little over-particular, a little blasé, a little inclined to criticize and find fault.

«These,» said he to his jinn, «are very pretty young creatures, if you like that sort of thing, but I imagine they can hardly be first-rate, or I should feel more interest in them. I am, after all, a connoisseur; nothing can please me but the very best. Take them away. Roll up all the tiger-skins but one.»

«It shall be done,» said the jinn. «Behold, it is accomplished.»

«And on that remaining tiger-skin,» said Frank, «put me Cleopatra herself.»

The next moment, Cleopatra was there, looking, it must be admitted, absolutely superb. «Hullo!» she said. «Here I am, on a tiger-skin again!»

«Again?» cried Frank, suddenly reminded of the old man in the shop. «Here! Take her back. Bring me Helen of Troy.»

Next moment, Helen of Troy was there. «Hullo!» she said. «Here I am, on a tiger-skin again!»

«Again?» cried Frank. «Damn that old man! Take her away. Bring me Queen Guinevere.»

Guinevere said exactly the same thing; so did Madame la Pompadour, Lady Hamilton, and every other famous beauty that Frank could think of. «No wonder,» said he, «that that old man was such an extremely wizened old man! The old fiend! The old devil! He has properly taken the gilt off all the gingerbread. Call me jealous if you like; I will not play second fiddle to that ugly old rascal. Where shall I find a perfect creature, worthy of the embraces of such a connoisseur as I am?»

«If you are deigning to address that question to me,» said the jinn, «let me remind you that there was, in that shop, a little bottle which my late master had never unstoppered, because I supplied him with it after he had lost interest in matters of this sort. Nevertheless it has the reputation of containing the most beautiful girl in the whole world.»

«You are right,» cried Frank. «Get me that bottle without delay.»

In a few seconds the bottle lay before him. «You may have the afternoon off,» said Frank to the jinn.

«Thank you,» said the jinn. «I will go and see my family in Arabia. I have not seen them for a long time.» With that he bowed and withdrew. Frank turned his attention to the bottle, which he was not long in unstoppering.

Out came the most beautiful girl you can possibly imagine. Cleopatra and all that lot were hags and frumps compared with her. «Where am I?» said she. «What is this beautiful palace? What am I doing on a tiger-skin? Who is this handsome young prince?»

«It's me!» cried Frank, in a rapture. «It's me!»

The afternoon passed like a moment in Paradise. Before Frank knew it the jinn was back, ready to serve up supper. Frank must sup with his charmer, for this time it was love, the real thing. The jinn, entering with the viands, rolled up his wicked eyes at the sight of so much beauty.

It happened that Frank, all love and restlessness, darted out into the garden between two mouthfuls, to pluck his beloved a rose. The jinn, on the pretence of serving her wine, edged up very closely. «I don't know if you remember me,» said he in a whisper. «I used to be in the next bottle to you. I have often admired you through the glass.»

«Oh, yes,» said she. «I remember you quite well.»

At that moment Frank returned. The jinn could say no more, but he stood about the room, inflating his monstrous chest, and showing off his plump and dusky muscles. «You need not be afraid of him,» said Frank. «He is only a jinn. Pay no attention to him. Tell me if you really love me.»

«Of course I do,» said she.

«Well, say so,» said he. «Why don't you say so?»

«I have said so,» said she. «Of course I do. Isn't that saying so?»

This vague, evasive reply dimmed all Frank's happiness, as if a cloud had come over the sun. Doubt sprang up in his mind, and entirely ruined moments of exquisite bliss.

«What are you thinking of?» he would say.

«I don't know,» she would reply.

«Well, you ought to know,» he would say, and then a quarrel would begin.

Once or twice he even ordered her back into her bottle. She obeyed with a malicious and secretive smile.

«Why should she give that sort of smile?» said Frank to the jinn, to whom he confided his distress.

«I cannot tell,» replied the jinn. «Unless she has a lover concealed in there.»

«Is it possible?» cried Frank in consternation.

«It is surprising,» said the jinn, «how much room there is in one of these bottles.»

«Come out!» cried Frank. «Come out at once!»

His charmer obediently emerged. «Is there anyone else in that bottle?» cried Frank.

«How could there be?» she asked, with a look of rather overdone innocence.

«Give me a straight answer,» said he. «Answer me yes or no.»

«Yes or no,» she replied maddeningly.

«You double-talking, two-timing little bitch!» cried Frank. «I'll go in and find out for myself. If I find anybody, God help him and you!»

With that, and with an intense effort of the will, he flowed himself into the bottle. He looked all around: there was no one. Suddenly he heard a sound above him. He looked up, and there was the stopper being thrust in.

«What are you doing?» cried he.

«We are putting in the stopper,» said the jinn.

Frank cursed, begged, prayed, and implored. «Let me out!» he cried. «Let me out. Please let me out. Do let me out. I'll do anything. Let me out, do.»

The jinn, however, had other matters to attend to. Frank had the infinite mortification of beholding these other matters through the glassy walls of his prison. Next day he was picked up, whisked through the air, and deposited in the dirty little shop, among the other bottles, from which this one had never been missed.

There he remained for an interminable period, covered all over with dust, and frantic with rage at the thought of what was going on in his exquisite palace, between his jinn and his faithless charmer. In the end some sailors happened to drift into the shop, and, hearing this bottle contained the most beautiful girl in the world, they bought it up by general subscription of the fo'c'sle. When they unstoppered him at sea, and found it was only poor Frank, their disappointment knew no bounds, and they used him with the utmost barbarity.