Beyond her generosity, Annie had no shining merits of character, but she had the gift of thinking well of everything, and wishing well.
When she was there Wanning felt as if there were someone who cared whether this was a good or a bad day with him. Old Sam, too, was like that. While the old black man put him to bed and made him comfortable, Wanning could talk to him as he talked to little Annie.
Even if he dwelt upon his illness, in plain terms, in detail, he did not feel as if he were imposing on them.
People like Sam and Annie admitted misfortune,--admitted it almost cheerfully. Annie and her family did not consider illness or any of its hard facts vulgar or indecent. It had its place in their scheme of life, as it had not in that of Wanning"s friends.
Annie came out of a typical poor family of New York. Of eight children, only four lived to grow up. In such families the stream of life is broad enough, but runs shallow. In the children, vitality is exhausted early. The roots do not go down into anything very strong.
Illness and deaths and funerals, in her own family and in those of her friends, had come at frequent intervals in Annie"s life. Since they had to be, she and her sisters made the best of them. There was something to be got out of funerals, even, if they were managed right. They kept people in touch with old friends who had moved uptown, and revived kindly feelings.
Annie had often given up things she wanted because there was sickness at home, and now she was patient with her boss. What he paid her for overtime work by no means made up to her what she lost.
Annie was not in the least thrifty, nor were any of her sisters. She had to make a living, but she was not interested in getting all she could for her time, or in laying up for the future. Girls like Annie know that the future is a very uncertain thing, and they feel no responsibility about it. The present is what they have--and it is all they have. If Annie missed a chance to go sailing with the plumber"s son on Sat.u.r.day afternoon, why, she missed it. As for the two dollars her boss gave her, she handed them over to her mother.
Now that Annie was getting more money, one of her sisters quit a job she didn"t like and was staying at home for a rest. That was all promotion meant to Annie.
The first time Annie"s boss asked her to work on Sat.u.r.day afternoon, she could not hide her disappointment. He suggested that they might knock off early and go to a show, or take a run in his car, but she grew tearful and said it would be hard to make her family understand. Wanning thought perhaps he could explain to her mother.
He called his motor and took Annie home.
When his car stopped in front of the tenement house on Eighth Avenue, heads came popping out of the windows for six storys up, and all the neighbor women, in dressing sacks and wrappers, gazed down at the machine and at the couple alighting from it. A motor meant a wedding or the hospital.
The plumber"s son, w.i.l.l.y Steen, came over from the corner saloon to see what was going on, and Annie introduced him at the doorstep.
Mrs. Wooley asked Wanning to come into the parlor and invited him to have a chair of ceremony between the folding bed and the piano.
Annie, nervous and tearful, escaped to the dining-room--the cheerful spot where the daughters visited with each other and with their friends. The parlor was a masked sleeping chamber and store room.
The plumber"s son sat down on the sofa beside Mrs. Wooley, as if he were accustomed to share in the family councils. Mrs. Wooley waited expectant and kindly. She looked the sensible, hard-working woman that she was, and one could see she hadn"t lived all her life on Eighth Avenue without learning a great deal.
Wanning explained to her that he was writing a book which he wanted to finish during the summer months when business was not so heavy.
He was ill and could not work regularly. His secretary would have to take his dictation when he felt able to give it; must, in short, be a sort of companion to him. He would like to feel that she could go out in his car with him, or even to the theater, when he felt like it. It might have been better if he had engaged a young man for this work, but since he had begun it with Annie, he would like to keep her if her mother was willing.
Mrs. Wooley watched him with friendly, searching eyes. She glanced at w.i.l.l.y Steen, who, wise in such distinctions, had decided that there was nothing shady about Annie"s boss. He nodded his sanction.
"I don"t want my girl to conduct herself in any such way as will prejudice her, Mr. Wanning," she said thoughtfully. "If you"ve got daughters, you know how that is. You"ve been liberal with Annie, and it"s a good position for her. It"s right she should go to business every day, and I want her to do her work right, but I like to have her home after working hours. I always think a young girl"s time is her own after business hours, and I try not to burden them when they come home. I"m willing she should do your work as suits you, if it"s her wish; but I don"t like to press her. The good times she misses now, it"s not you nor me, sir, that can make them up to her. These young things has their feelings."
"Oh, I don"t want to press her, either," Wanning said hastily. "I simply want to know that you understand the situation. I"ve made her a little present in my will as a recognition that she is doing more for me than she is paid for."
"That"s something above me, sir. We"ll hope there won"t be no question of wills for many years yet," Mrs. Wooley spoke heartily.
"I"m glad if my girl can be of any use to you, just so she don"t prejudice herself."
The plumber"s son rose as if the interview were over.
"It"s all right, Mama Wooley, don"t you worry," he said.
He picked up his canvas cap and turned to Wanning. "You see, Annie ain"t the sort of girl that would want to be spotted circulating around with a monied party her folks didn"t know all about. She"d lose friends by it."
After this conversation Annie felt a great deal happier. She was still shy and a trifle awkward with poor Wanning when they were outside the office building, and she missed the old freedom of her Sat.u.r.day afternoons. But she did the best she could, and w.i.l.l.y Steen tried to make it up to her.
In Annie"s absence he often came in of an afternoon to have a cup of tea and a sugar-bun with Mrs. Wooley and the daughter who was "resting." As they sat at the dining-room table, they discussed Annie"s employer, his peculiarities, his health, and what he had told Mrs. Wooley about his will.
Mrs. Wooley said she sometimes felt afraid he might disinherit his children, as rich people often did, and make talk; but she hoped for the best. Whatever came to Annie, she prayed it might not be in the form of taxable property.
IV
Late in September Wanning grew suddenly worse. His family hurried home, and he was put to bed in his house in Orange. He kept asking the doctors when he could get back to the office, but he lived only eight days.
The morning after his father"s funeral, Harold went to the office to consult Wanning"s partners and to read the will. Everything in the will was as it should be. There were no surprises except a codicil in the form of a letter to Mrs. Wanning, dated July 8th, requesting that out of the estate she should pay the sum of one thousand dollars to his stenographer, Annie Wooley, "in recognition of her faithful services."
"I thought Miss Doane was my father"s stenographer," Harold exclaimed.
Alec McQuiston looked embarra.s.sed and spoke in a low, guarded tone.
"She was, for years. But this spring,--" he hesitated.
McQuiston loved a scandal. He leaned across his desk toward Harold.
"This spring your father put this little girl, Miss Wooley, a copyist, utterly inexperienced, in Miss Doane"s place. Miss Doane was indignant and left us. The change made comment here in the office. It was slightly--No, I will be frank with you, Harold, it was very irregular."
Harold also looked grave. "What could my father have meant by such a request as this to my mother?"
The silver haired senior partner flushed and spoke as if he were trying to break something gently.
"I don"t understand it, my boy. But I think, indeed I prefer to think, that your father was not quite himself all this summer. A man like your father does not, in his right senses, find pleasure in the society of an ignorant, common little girl. He does not make a practise of keeping her at the office after hours, often until eight o"clock, or take her to restaurants and to the theater with him; not, at least, in a slanderous city like New York."
Harold flinched before McQuiston"s meaning gaze and turned aside in pained silence. He knew, as a dramatist, that there are dark chapters in all men"s lives, and this but too clearly explained why his father had stayed in town all summer instead of joining his family.
McQuiston asked if he should ring for Annie Wooley.
Harold drew himself up. "No. Why should I see her? I prefer not to.
But with your permission, Mr. McQuiston, I will take charge of this request to my mother. It could only give her pain, and might awaken doubts in her mind."
"We hardly know," murmured the senior partner, "where an investigation would lead us. Technically, of course, I cannot agree with you. But if, as one of the executors of the will, you wish to a.s.sume personal responsibility for this bequest, under the circ.u.mstances--irregularities beget irregularities."
"My first duty to my father," said Harold, "is to protect my mother."
That afternoon McQuiston called Annie Wooley into his private office and told her that her services would not be needed any longer, and that in lieu of notice the clerk would give her two weeks" salary.
"Can I call up here for references?" Annie asked.
"Certainly. But you had better ask for me, personally. You must know there has been some criticism of you here in the office, Miss Wooley."
"What about?" Annie asked boldly.
"Well, a young girl like you cannot render so much personal service to her employer as you did to Mr. Wanning without causing unfavorable comment. To be blunt with you, for your own good, my dear young lady, your services to your employer should terminate in the office, and at the close of office hours. Mr. Wanning was a very sick man and his judgment was at fault, but you should have known what a girl in your station can do and what she cannot do."
The vague discomfort of months flashed up in little Annie. She had no mind to stand by and be lectured without having a word to say for herself.
"Of course he was sick, poor man!" she burst out. "Not as anybody seemed much upset about it. I wouldn"t have given up my half-holidays for anybody if they hadn"t been sick, no matter what they paid me. There wasn"t anything in it for me."
McQuiston raised his hand warningly.