After Twenty Years by O Henry

After Twenty Years by O Henry

(About the author: William Sydney Porter known as O Henry was an American writer. His short stories are well known for their wit, characterization, and suspenseful endings. Some of these are: The Last Leaf,  The Gift of the Magi, and The Cop and the Anthem.)

As the chapter opens, we find a policeman moving up the street of his beat (area of duty) in a very impressive manner. It was his natural style, not an artificial one to make a show-off because at that time people were very few. The time was hardly 10 p.m., but the chilly (very cold) gusty (blowing hard) winds prevented people from making a rush in the streets.

The policeman’s duty was to ensure protection to the houses and shops there in the street, so he was checking the doors of the houses if they were properly closed or locked.

He also kept twirling (spinning) his staff (stick) in a very artistic way while doing his duty i.e. moving from one door to the other.

Also, he was keeping his alert eyes at the people’s movements on the main road. His strong figure with a slight swagger (to walk in a very showy and proud manner) made him a fine picture of a guardian of peace.

After that, the writer tells that the lights of a cigar store and of an all-night lunch counter were on, but the majority of the business stores were closed because of the chilly weather conditions at that time.

After sometime, the policeman again became visible and his eyes fell on a man who stood in the doorway of a hardware store with an unlighted cigar in his mouth. The policeman went to him and before he could make a question, the man assured the cop that he was not going to do any illegal activity there. He was just waiting for a friend who had made a promise to meet him there after twenty years back. He also told the policeman that it might seem funny to him and he also spoke about a restaurant “Big Joe” Brady’s restaurant’ that used to be at that place where a store stood at that time.

The policeman told him that it was demolished (pulled down) five years ago. At that very time, the man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale square-jawed face with keen (curious/eager) eyes. There was a little white scar near his eyebrow. He wore a scarf that had an oddly set pin.

After this, the man in the doorway started telling about himself and his friend.

He said that both of them dined together twenty years ago at “Big Joe” Brady’s restaurant. He added that Jimmy Wells was his best friend and the finest person in the world. Both of them were raised (brought up) in New York. They were like brothers and he was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty years at that time. 

The man in the doorway continued saying that the next morning, he was to start for the West to make his fortune. He added that his friend Jimmy did not want to leave New York, so he remained there. Before leaving, both of them agreed that they would meet there at 10 p.m. after twenty years on the same day without caring for any condition.

The policeman said that the whole story was very interesting to him, but the gap of twenty years was a very long time set for a meeting. He also asked the man in waiting if he had any communication with his friend during that period.

The man said that it continued for one year or two, but after that, the connection between them snapped. He also told the policeman that his friend Jimmy would surely fulfill his promise to meet him at that spot if he was alive because he was always truthful. He also said that he had come after covering the distance of thousands of miles and it would be of any value if he met his old friend Jimmy

Then the man in wait pulled out a handsome watch having the lid set with small diamonds. He also said that only three minutes were left for the watch to strike ten.

The policeman asked him if he had done pretty well in the West.

The man didn’t give a straightforward reply to it. Rather he said that he could bet with him on Jimmy’s economical condition by saying that it would be half as compared to that of him because his friend was slow although a good fellow.

The police man moved his stick in the same way as he was doing in the beginning and took a step or two and said that he would be on his way then and he also hoped that his friend would come that night.

The other man said that he would give half an hour more to his friend to reach there.

The policeman bade him goodbye and went away doing his duty of checking the doors in his beat.

After that, a cold drizzling started falling and the wind also started blowing steadily. It made the passengers move hurriedly to their destinations turning their coat collars up and putting their hands in pockets. The man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment with his friend of youth smoked cigar and waited there alone.

After twenty minutes, a tall man in a long overcoat with collars turned up to his ears came hurriedly across from the opposite side of the street. He went straight to the waiting man.

“Is that you Bob?” he asked doubtfully.

“Is that you Jimmy wells? cried the man in the door.

Then the new arrival grasped (caught tightly) the other’s hands in his own and said that he was sure that he would certainly find his friend. He added that twenty years was a long time. He also spoke that the old restaurant was not there and wished it would have been there so that both of them could dine again thereafter twenty years. He also inquired of him as to how the West treated him.

The other man waiting in the door told him that the West gave him what he desired and also told the new arrival that he had changed a lot as he grew in height two to three inches more.

The new arrival told the man in wait (Bob) that he grew a little bit in height at the age of twenty. Bob also asked his as to how he was doing in New York.

The new arrival replied that he was doing moderately and he had a job in one of the city departments. Then he suggested to Bob to move to another place where they could talk more about a long time.

The man from the West was showing his egotism (thinking you are better and important) enlarged by success while the other was submerged (not showing off) in his overcoat and listened with interest.

There was a drug store brilliant with electric lights at a corner. When they came in the light, each of them tried to gaze upon the other’s face. The man from the West stopped suddenly and pulled his arm from the other’s grip.

“You’re not Jimmy Wells!” he snapped (spoke suddenly in a sharp tone).

‘Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man’s nose from a Roman to a pug (small & upturned like that of a small dog of a type).

The tall man replied, “It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one.”

“You’ve been under arrest for ten minutes, “Silky’ Bob. Chicago thinks you may have dropped over and wired 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 piece of paper he got from the tall man. When he began to read, his hand was steady, 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.