by Roy J. Snell
CHAPTER XIV JOHNNY'S DARK DREAMS
Forest City was a place of many marvels; at least so it had seemed toMazie in the days when, dressed in rompers, she had come there to play.The moment you entered the gate you came in sight of two very merrygiants, reposing upon a carpet of green and dressed in suits of red andwhite checkers, six inches to each checker, each with his head proppedupon an elbow and putting out a red tongue at you.
The giants of course were made of stucco, and the field they reposed uponwas the side of the building, also made of stucco. That mattered little.The place was one of enchantment and the merry giants guarded thepleasant mysteries of it all.
Immediately behind the giants was a great room where, for a single thindime, you might purchase any number of thrills. You might try walkingthrough a revolving tank; walking up a stairway that went down as fast asyou went up; sliding down a wooden chute that had ten times as many bumpsin it as a dromedary has humps. You might try any number of things thatwould set you screaming with delight or thrilling with sudden and quitegroundless fear.
Nor was this all. There was the skating rink and the City of Venice whereyou glided in slow moving boats amid stately plaster-of-Paris castles andancient ruins of the same general composition. There was the palace ofmirrors; the chute the chutes; the ferris wheel, and, best and mostterrible of all, the roller coaster, a contrivance that, providing youhad never ridden upon it before, was capable of crowding a great manythrills into a short minute of time.
To Mazie and Johnny, who, after all, were yet quite young, this place hadnever lost its charm. They entered into the gayety as wildly as the rest;at least Johnny had on every other occasion. This time Mazie found himevery now and again pausing to stand and stare at the teeming thousandsof men, women and children. He would stare for a full minute, then with asudden start would say:
"C'mon, let's go in here," or "Let's go over there."
At last, after leading him to a refreshment stand where they ordered acooling drink, Mazie turned to him with a sudden question:
"What's the matter with you to-night?"
"I don't know," said Johnny slowly. "Mazie, do you believe inpremonitions?"
"What's that? Some new religion?"
"No. It's seeing things before they come to pass."
"I don't know. Why?"
"Well, it's strange. C'mon, let's go over there and sit down."
"There!" he exclaimed a moment later as they sat on a bench, with thethrongs marching, parade-like, past them, "There! I saw it again!"
"It's like this," he said, mopping his brow. "I'll be walking along herelooking at those faces--mostly happy faces, aren't they?"
"Yes."
"They ought to be happy. This is their play time and their play place."
"Yes, Johnny, but what then?"
"Why, then of a sudden I see the look on those faces change. A look ofterror comes upon them. I seem to see them crowding and crushing,trampling upon one another as they try in mad despair to escape fromsomething." Again he mopped his brow.
"Escape from what, Johnny?" Mazie whispered.
"Fire," Johnny whispered tensely.
Then, gripping the girl's arm until it hurt, he fairly hissed: "Mazie, Itell you this place is doomed! I can see it all too plain. It's apremonition, a warning of the firebug. If only I knew when and how!"
"You only dream it," said Mazie. "The old fires and firebugs have got onyour nerves."
"No, Mazie," said Johnny more soberly, "it's more than that. Perhaps youmight call it a hunch. It's all of that. It's the thing to expect. Thatfirebug has burned school houses, a recreation center, the zoo. He seemsto be bent on destroying everything that brings happiness to people. Whynot this place next? And think what it would mean, Mazie! Think of tenthousand, maybe twenty or thirty thousand people, half of them children,gliding in boats through the City of Venice; children on the rollercoaster and the chute the chutes; children a hundred feet in air on theFerris wheel; board walks thronged with people; and then, of a sudden,the cry of 'FIRE! FIRE!' My God, Mazie, think! Think! Mazie, somehow Imust get that man!"
"Johnny," said Mazie, "are there any people in the world who hatehappiness?"
"Plenty of them, I suppose; enemies of happiness."
"Don't you think your firebug is one of them?"
"He might be."
"If he isn't, what could be his motive? He has nothing to gain."
"No; that's right. Most fires that are set are set for gain. A mansecretly moves his insured stock away, then sets fire to his building, orhires some firebug to do it, that he may collect insurance on goods thatwere not burned. There is nothing of that in this. Sometimes revenge isthe cause. But what could one man have against a whole city?"
"What could he?"
"Nothing. Our firebug must be an enemy of happiness."
"Why don't you have the Chief round up all such persons? Your firebugmight be among them."
"That might work. I'll suggest it. Those people, though, are hard tofind."
"Come on," said Johnny after a moment's thought, "let's get out of here,it makes me uncomfortable staying here. I'm afraid I'll see it again."
They left the grounds and took a car for Mazie's house. There, amid thecushions in Mazie's cozy corner and with a cup of steaming cocoa beforehim, Johnny managed to snatch from this night of unhappy dreams onelittle moment of happiness.
After that, having thought of his resolve to visit Ben Zook yet thatnight, he rose and bade Mazie good-night.
"Good-night, Johnny," she smiled as they parted, "and good luck."
"Let us hope for it," Johnny's smile was a dubious one.
