Hastily lighting the lamp on the deal table by the window, he went back to the bed and loosened the neck of her dripping coat and then looked down at her helplessly. Her face, startlingly white in its frame of black hair, showed dark circles under the eyes, and her full lips had lost not only their color, but the innocent curves of childhood as well.
Presently she opened her eyes wearily and looked about her.
"I"m cold," she said with a shiver, "and hungry. G.o.d! I didn"t know anybody could be so hungry!"
"I"ll make a fire in the stove," cried Dan; "then I"ll go out and get you something hot to drink. You"ll feel better soon."
"Don"t be long, Dan," she whispered faintly. "I"m scared to stay by myself."
Ten minutes later Dan hurried out of the eating-house at the corner, balancing a bowl of steaming soup in one hand and a plate of food in the other. He was soaked to the skin, and the rain trickled from his hair into his eyes. As he crossed the street a gust of wind caught his cap and hurled it away into the wet night. But he gave no thought to himself or to the weather, for the miracle had happened. That dancing gleam in the gutter came from a lighted lamp in a window behind which some one was waiting for him.
He found Birdie shaking with a violent chill, and it was only after he had got off her wet coat and wrapped her in a blanket, and persuaded her to drink the soup that she began to revive.
"What time of night is it?" she asked weakly.
"After eleven. You"re going to stay where you are, and I"m going out and find me a room somewhere. I"ll come back in the morning."
All of Birdie"s alarms returned.
"I ain"t going to stay here by myself, Dan. I"ll go crazy, I tell you! I don"t want to live and I am afraid to die. What sort of a G.o.d is He to let a person suffer like this?"
And poor old Dan, at death-grips with his own life problem, wrestled in vain with hers; arguing, rea.s.suring, affirming, trying with an almost fanatic zeal to conquer his own doubts in conquering hers.
Then Birdie, bent on keeping him with her, talked of herself, pouring out an incoherent story of misfortune: how she had fainted on the stage one night and incurred the ill-will of the director; how the company went on and left her without friends and without money; how matters had gone from bad to worse until she couldn"t stand it any longer. She painted a picture of wronged innocence that would have wrung a sterner heart than Dan"s.
"I know," he said sympathetically. "I"ve seen what girls are up against at Clarke"s."
Birdie"s feverish eyes fastened upon him.
"Have you just come from Clarke"s?"
"Yes."
"Is Mac there?"
Dan"s face hardened.
"I don"t know anything about him."
"No; and you don"t want to! If there"s one person in this world I hate, it"s Mac Clarke."
"Same here," said Dan, drawn to her by the attraction of a common antipathy.
"Thinks he can do what he pleases," went on Birdie, bitterly, "with his good looks and easy ways. He"ll have a lot to answer for!"
Dan sat with his fists locked, staring at the floor. A dozen questions burned on his lips, but he could not bring himself to ask them.
A fierce gust of wind rattled the window, and Birdie cried out in terror.
"You stop being afraid and go to sleep," urged Dan, but she shook her head.
"I don"t dare to! You"d go away, and I"d wake up and go crazy with fear.
I always was like that even when I was a kid, back home. I used to pretty near die of nights when pa would come in drunk and get to breaking up things. There was a man like that down where I been staying. He"d fall against my door "most every night. Sometimes I"d meet him out in the street, and he"d follow me for squares."
Dan drew the blanket about her shoulders.
"Go to sleep," he said. "I won"t leave you."
"Yes; but to-morrow night, and next night! Oh, G.o.d! I"m smothering.
Lift me up!"
He sat on the side of the bed and lifted her until she rested against his shoulder. A deathly pallor had spread over her features, and she clung to him weakly.
Through the long hours of the stormy night he sat there, soothing and comforting her, as he would have soothed a terror-stricken child. By and by her clinging hands grew pa.s.sive in his, her rigid, jerking limbs relaxed, and she fell into a feverish sleep broken by fitful sobs and smothered outcries. As Dan sat there, with her helpless weight against him, and gently stroked the wet black hair from her brow, something fierce and protective stirred in him, the quick instinct of the chivalrous strong to defend the weak. Here was somebody more wretched, more desolate, more utterly lonely than himself--a soft, fearful, feminine somebody, ill-fitted to fight the world with those frail, white hands.
Hitherto he had blindly worshiped at one shrine, and now the image was shattered, the shrine was empty--so appallingly empty that he was ready to fill it at any cost. For the first time in three days he ceased to think of Nance Molloy or of Mac Clarke, whose burden he was all unconsciously bearing. He ceased, also, to think of the soul he had been trying so earnestly to save. He thought instead of the tender weight against his shoulder, of the heavy lashes that lay on the tear-stained cheeks so close to his, of the soft, white brow under his rough, brown fingers. Something older than love or religion was making its claim on Dan.
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE PRICE OF ENLIGHTENMENT
It was November of the following year that the bird of ill-omen, which had been flapping its wings over Calvary Alley for so long, decided definitely to alight. A catastrophe occurred that threatened to remove the entire population of the alley to another and, we trust, a fairer world.
Mrs. Snawdor insists to this day that it was the sanitary inspector who started the trouble. On one of his infrequent rounds he had encountered a strange odor in Number One, a suspicious, musty odor that refused to come under the cla.s.sification of krout, kerosene, or herring. The tenants, in a united body, indignantly defended the smell.
"It ain"t nothin" at all but Mis" Smelts" garbage," Mrs. Snawdor declared vehemently. "She often chucks it in a hole in the kitchen floor to save steps. Anybody"d think the way you was carryin" on, it was a murdered corpse!"
But the inspector persisted in his investigations, forcing a way into the belligerent Snawdor camp, where he found Fidy Yager with a well-developed case of smallpox. She had been down with what was thought to be chicken-pox for a week, but the other children had been sworn to secrecy under the threat that the doctor would sc.r.a.pe the skin off their arms with a knife if they as much as mentioned Fidy"s name.
It was a culmination of a battle that had raged between Mrs. Snawdor and the health authorities for ten years, over the question of vaccination. The epidemic that followed was the visible proof of Mrs.
Snawdor"s victory.
Calvary Alley, having offered a standing invitation to germs in general, was loathe to regard the present one as an enemy. It resisted the inspector, who insisted on vaccinating everybody all over again; it was indignant at the headlines in the morning papers; it was outraged when Number One was put in quarantine.
Even when Fidy Yager, who "wasn"t all there," and who, according to her mother, had "a fit a minute," was carried away to the pest-house, n.o.body was particularly alarmed. But when, twenty-four hours later, Mr. Snawdor and one of the Lavinski helpers came down with it, the alley began to look serious, and Mrs. Snawdor sent for Nance.
For six months now Nance had been living at a young women"s boarding home, realizing a life-long ambition to get out of the alley. But on hearing the news, she flung a few clothes into an old suitcase and rushed to the rescue.
Since that never-to-be-forgotten day a year ago when word had reached her of Dan"s marriage to Birdie Smelts, a hopeless apathy had possessed her. Even in the first weeks after his departure, when Mac"s impa.s.sioned letters were pouring in and she was exerting all her will power to make good her promise to his father, she was aware of a dull, benumbing anxiety over Dan. She had tried to get his address from Mrs. Purdy, from Slap Jack"s, where he still kept some of his things, from the men he knew best at the factory. n.o.body could tell her where he had gone, or what he intended to do.
Just what she wanted to say to him she did not know. She still resented bitterly his mistrust of her, and what she regarded as his interference with her liberty, but she had no intention of letting matters rest as they were. She and Dan must fight the matter out to some satisfactory conclusion.
Then came the news of his marriage, shattering every hope and shaking the very foundation of her being. From her earliest remembrance Dan had been the most dependable factor in her existence. Whirlwind enthusiasms for other things and other people had caught her up from time to time, but she always came back to Dan, as one comes back to solid earth after a flight in an aeroplane.