He picked up three withered buds-had some hands very dear to him held them?
"Good-by. I shall find Barker"s Court and you, never fear." Then he plunged into the crowd, not daring to look back. What a week it had been, beginning with sorrow and loss, and-had he found the Master? Had these strange, brave little heathens, who knew not G.o.d, opened his eyes and his heart to that better way?
IV-THE DELIGHTS OF WEALTH
The children sat there in a maze of bewilderment. They knew nothing of fairy G.o.dmothers, or Santa Claus, or the dainty myths of childhood. Four years Bess had been in prison, twice four years Dilsey Quinn had been a bound slave. Not that Mrs. Quinn had been hard above all mothers. In the next house there were two little girls who sat and sewed from daylight to dark, and had no Sat.u.r.day even, the age of Owen and Bess. Barker"s Court was an industrious place for children, at least. If they could have played when the men were sleeping off orgies, or the women gossiping, they would have had many a respite from toil.
This wonderful thing that had befallen Bess and Dil was so beyond any event that had ever happened before, and their imaginations were so limited, they could never have dreamed such a romance. John Travis had disappeared in the throng. But there was the bag of fruit, and the sweet knowledge that nothing could take away.
The roar of vehicles had grown less. Pedestrians were thinning out, for supper-time was drawing nigh. The shadows were lengthening; the wind had a certain grateful coolness. Still they sat as in a trance. The "cop"
had received a "tip" to keep a kindly watch over them, but he would have done it without any reward.
"Dil!" The soft voice broke the hush, for it was as if they two were alone in the crowd.
The little fingers closed over the firm brown ones. They looked at each other for some moments with grave, wondering eyes. Then Dil rose soberly, settled Bess anew, and pushed the wagon along. The paper bag lay in plain sight, but no one molested it.
Dil began to come back to her narrow, practical world. Heaven, as John Travis had put it, was something for Bess rather than herself. It was too great a feast to sit down to all at once. And Dil was not much used to feasting, even playing at it with bits of broken crockery and make-believes, as so many children do. They left the enchanted country behind them, and returned to more familiar sights and sounds. Still, the delicious fragrance of the pears, the flavor of the peaches, the sweetness of the candy, was so much beyond the treats over on the East Side.
"Bess," she said, stopping at a show window on the avenue, "jes" look at the caps an" things. Do you s"pose it"s real money in the bag? For it"s yours, an" you do need a new cap. That old one"ll hardly hold together.
If some one doesn"t give mammy a pile of things pritty soon, you"ll have to go naked."
They both laughed. "O Dil! wasn"t it splendid?" and Bess turned her head around, as if she might still see their beneficent friend.
"Let me feel in my bank," she said.
Dil handed her the bag, full of fruity fragrance. She drew out a bill with a fearful little gesture.
"They"re good, all of "em," she said rea.s.suringly. "He wouldn"t give us bad money to get us into trouble. An" we never have any real money to spend."
Still Dil eyed the bill doubtfully.
"An" flannils, an" O Dil, couldn"t you buy _one_ new dress? I"d like to have a spandy new one for onct."
"I s"pose mother wouldn"t know when onct it was washed. An" I might crumple down the bows on the cap. O Bess, you"d look so sweet! I wisht you"d had a new cap to-day. He said "twas your money. An" I was most afear"d it was like thim things Patsey told about, when you raised the han"kercher they wasn"t there!"
"But they"re here." She laughed with soft exultation. "Le"s go in, Dil.
I never went shoppin" in my life! You could hide the things away from mammy. There"d be no use givin" it to her. She"s got enough for gin an"
to go to Cunny Island an" MacBride"s. But jinky! wouldn"t she crack our skulls if she _did_ know it. O Dil, let"s never, _never_ tell."
"She couldn"t make me tell if she killed me."
"Le"s go in. Can you carry me?"
She drew the wagon up by the corner of the show-window, and, taking Bess in her arms, entered the store and seated her on a stool, standing so she could brace the weak little back. Of the few dreams that had found lodgment in Dil"s prosaic brain, was this of indulging her motherly, womanly instinct, shopping for Bess. She felt dazed to have it come true. Her face flushed, her breath came irregularly, her heart beat with a delicious, half-guilty pleasure.
There was no one else in the store. A pale, tired, but kindly-looking woman came to wait on her. Dil tried on caps with laces and ribbons, and Bess looked so angelic it broke her heart to take them off. But the plain ones were less likely to betray them. Then they looked at dresses and the coveted "flannils," and one nice soft petticoat, and oh, some new stockings.
A shrewd little shopper was Dil. She counted up every purchase, and laid aside the sum, really surprised at her bargains and the amount she had left. The attendant was very sympathetic, and inquired what had befallen Bess. Dil said she had been hurted by a bad fall, that her mother was "most always out to work, and that they hadn"t any father. She was afraid her mother might be washing somewhere, and hear the story, if she was too explicit.
"Le"s buy a han"kercher for Patsey," suggested Bess, her pale face in a glow.
They chose one with a pink border, thinking of the wild roses that had brought such great good luck.
"And here is a blue belt ribbon for the little girl," said the lady.
"It"s been in the window, and has two faded places, but you can tie them in the bow."
Dil had been struggling between economy and a belt ribbon. She raised her brown eyes so full of delight that words were hardly needed.
They packed up their goods and departed. Bess wore her cap, and held up her head like a real lady. I doubt if there were two happier children in the whole city.
Dusk was beginning to fall; but all the stores were in a glow, and now people were coming out again after supper. They seldom stayed this late, but to-night they were quite safe. And oh, how splendid it all was! the happiness of a lifetime.
Bess kept turning partly round and talking out her delight. Pain and weariness were forgotten. They laughed in sheer gladness. If John Travis could have seen them, he would have said he had never in his life made such an investment of five dollars.
"And we"ve only spent a little over two. Oh, what a lot of things you can buy when you have some money! An", Dil, we"ll put away a good bit, so"s when there ain"t many babies mother won"t bang you. Oh, she"d kill us both dead an" take the money if she knew, wouldn"t she?"
"She would that," subjoined Dil grimly.
Poor Dil had been banged pretty severely in her short day. Last spring Mrs. Quinn had been complained of, as the "banging" had been so severe that Dil had fainted, and had to keep her bed several days.
"Oh, I wisht we wasn"t ever going home," sighed Bess. "If I had two good legs we"d run away like that Mullin girl. An" now that I"ve got some clo"es, I"m sorry we can"t go right off. Nex" spring-how many months, Dil?"
August was almost ended. Seven long, weary months at the best.
"There"s Thanksgivin" an" Christmas, an"-an" St. Patrick"s; that"s in March, I know. An" after that it gen"ally comes warm. Oh, it seems as if I couldn"t wait! But the man will come with Christiana, an" then we"ll find how to go without gettin" lost or makin" a mistake. Ain"t it queer?
I should think everybody"d want to go."
The big eyes were full of wonder.
"Well, you see the people who have money an" things an" flowers an"
journeys an" live in grand houses don"t need to be in a hurry. "Tain"t of so much account to them. An" I guess people haven"t got the straight of it, someway."
Poor Dil! She wasn"t very straight in her own mind. If G.o.d could give people so much, why didn"t he do it now? Or if they had to go to heaven for it, why wasn"t it made plain, and you could be let to start whenever you desired?
Bess"s confidence gave her a curiously apprehensive feeling. Suppose there wasn"t any heaven? The mystery was incomprehensible.
It was late when they reached home. Oh, the sickening heat and smells!
But at this hour on Sat.u.r.day night the court was comparatively quiet.
The revelry began later.
Dan sat on the stoop crying. He had been in a fight, and the under dog at that, and had one black eye, and his jacket torn to ribbons.
"An" mother"ll wollop me for the jacket," he whimpered.