"How about the Welcome kid you married?"
"She"s down and out. I sent one of our cappers early in the week to look her up. Somebody"d slipped her a lone five dollar bill. She woke up yesterday morning broke. I don"t know where she"s eating, but I"ve sent word through the district to keep her hungry. She"ll be in tonight."
Druce spoke with indifference, but the truth was that he was not at all sure that Elsie Welcome would return. He had begun to respect the girl"s strength of character. He had scarcely finished his sentence when he gave a gasp of relief.
"Ah-h!" he muttered.
"What"s that?" demanded Anson.
"Here she comes now."
As they looked down through the drinking room they saw the slender figure of a girl approaching. She came slowly, supporting her wavering steps with the backs of the revelers" chairs. Her face was pale and desperately haggard. Several of the men as she pa.s.sed clutched at her skirts and shouted invitations at her. She tore herself away from them and made straight for the place where Druce and Anson were standing. For a moment, Druce almost felt sorry for her.
"You"re back, kid?" he said softly.
"Yes," replied the girl, fiercely.
"You"re going to be good?"
Elsie burst out sobbing. It was her last struggle.
"Come now, Elsie," Druce spoke almost tenderly. "Don"t snivel."
"Martin," the girl gasped appealingly. "O, my G.o.d! Be kind to me."
"Don"t worry about me, girlie. You forget that Sunday school stuff and you"ll get along with me fine. You"re hungry, aren"t you, kid?"
"I"m starving," replied the girl.
"Come with me. I"ll have the chef get you a big feed. After that I want you to come back and do what I tell you. I won"t be hard on you, kid.
You"ll not have to work tonight. All I"ll want you to do is sit up on the stand with my other entertainers."
Elsie was too broken in spirit to reply. She followed her master dumbly.
He led her to one of his small private dining rooms, arranged a seat for her and turned on the lights. Then he went back to the kitchen to order the girl"s meal.
After Druce had left, Elsie folded her arms on the table and cushioning her head on them, began to weep softly. Druce returned with the food, kissed her to take the sting from the feed, which both he and she knew was the price of her shame, and left her. The girl ate ravenously.
Afterward she fell into an uneasy slumber against the cushions of the booth.
She was awakened by someone entering the room. Looking up, she saw the bowed figure and gray hair of an elderly woman. The intruder carried a bucket of hot water in one hand and a mop in the other. She had come into the booth thinking it unoccupied, and did not see Elsie until she was very close to her.
"I beg your pardon," she said, dropping her mop and bucket and starting back.
Elsie stared at her. Then she stood up, her face pale as death, her eyes starting like the eyes of one who has seen a vision.
"Mother!" she screamed. "Oh, G.o.d! Mother!" and flung herself into her mother"s arms.
CHAPTER XXII
"THE MILLS OF THE G.o.dS"
After Druce left Elsie he went back to his favorite station behind the musicians" stand. He had been there only a moment when he saw the elder Boland enter. Boland came in quietly through a side door and stood looking about inquiringly.
Druce silently summoned a waiter and sent him to Boland with a message. A little later the two men were in Druce"s private office alone and the door was closed. They sat down at a table.
"Well," said Druce, "I see you"re on time."
"Yes," replied Boland coldly. "I make it a point to keep my engagements.
Your arrangements are complete, I suppose. I haven"t heard a word from you all week."
There was a petulance in his tone the reason for which Druce did not comprehend.
"It"s going to work out all right. One of the Welcome girls is here now.
I"m expecting the other." He pushed an electric b.u.t.ton. A waiter appeared.
"Go out and ask the professor if that new entertainer I"m expecting has arrived," he ordered.
The waiter was gone but a few seconds.
"She"s come," he reported. "She"s up on the stand and will go on right after the intermission."
"That"s her," said Druce to Boland. The waiter vanished.
"Good," said Boland. "Druce," he went on, "I"m pleased with the way you"ve handled this. Here"s something to prove it." He took a doc.u.ment from his breast pocket and pa.s.sed it across the table. It was the lease.
"Thanks," said Druce, keenly pleased by an inspection of the papers, "that looks good to me."
"It"s yours," returned Boland, "but of course I expect you to carry out your part of the contract."
"How about Harry?"
"No need to worry about that. He"ll be here."
"Well, we"re waiting on him."
There was a pause. Neither man seemed to know how to continue the conversation. Druce broke the silence.
"Boland," he asked, "what have you got against this girl?"
Boland resented the question, but was compelled to answer.
"She wants to marry my son. I don"t think she"s fit to marry him. If she were, she wouldn"t be in a place like this."
Druce laughed unpleasantly.