"That so? Mine, to. Well, how"s everything?"
Tessie knew that presently the woman would come out, bundle laden, and that she would stow these lesser bundles in every corner left available by the more important sleeping bundle--two yards of oilcloth; a spool of 100, white; a banana for the baby; a new stewpan at the five-and-ten.
There had been a time when Tessie, if she thought of these women at all, felt sorry for them--worn, drab, lacking in style and figure. Now she envied them.
There were weeks upon weeks when no letter came from Chuck. In his last letter there had been some talk of his being sent to Russia.
Tessie"s eyes, large enough now in her thin face, distended with a great fear. Russia! His letter spoke, too, of French villages and chateaux. He and a bunch of fellows had been introduced to a princess or a countess or something--it was all one to Tessie--and what do you think? She had kissed them all on both cheeks! Seems that"s the way they did in France.
The morning after the receipt of this letter the girls at the watch factory might have remarked her pallor had they not been so occupied with a new and more absorbing topic.
"Tess, did you hear about Angie Hatton?"
"What about her?"
"She"s going to France. It"s in the Milwaukee paper, all about her being Chippewa"s fairest daughter, and a picture of the house, and her being the belle of the Fox River Valley, and she"s giving up her palatial home and all to go to work in a canteen for her country and bleeding France."
"Ya-as she is!" sneered Tessie, and a dull red flush, so deep as to be painful, swept over her face from throat to brow. "Ya-as she is, the doll-faced simp! Why, say, she never wiped up a floor in her life, or baked a cake, or stood on them feet of hers. She couldn"t cut up a loaf of bread decent. Bleeding France! Ha! That"s rich, that is."
She thrust her chin out brutally, and her eyes narrowed to slits.
"She"s going over there after that fella of hers. She"s chasing him.
It"s now or never, and she knows it and she"s scared, same"s the rest of us. On"y we got to set home and make the best of it. Or take what"s left." She turned her head slowly to where Nap Ballou stood over a table at the far end of the room. She laughed a grim, unlovely little laugh. "I guess when you can"t go after what you want, like Angie, why you gotta take second choice."
All that day, at the bench, she was the reckless, insolent, audacious Tessie of six months ago. Nap Ballou was always standing over her, pretending to inspect some bit of work or other, his shoulder brushing hers. She laughed up at him so that her face was not more than two inches from his. He flushed, but she did not. She laughed a reckless little laugh.
"Thanks for helping teach me my trade, Mr. Ballou. "Course I only been at it over three years now, so I ain"t got the hang of it yet."
He straightened up slowly, and as he did so he rested a hand on her shoulder for a brief moment. She did not shrug it off.
That night, after supper, Tessie put on her hat and strolled down to Park Avenue. It wasn"t for the walk. Tessie had never been told to exercise systematically for her body"s good, or her mind"s. She went in a spirit of unwholesome brooding curiosity and a bitter resentment.
Going to France, was she? Lots of good she"d do there. Better stay home and--and what? Tessie cast about in her mind for a fitting job for Angie. Guess she might"s well go, after all. n.o.body"d miss her, unless it was her father, and he didn"t see her but about a third of the time. But in Tessie"s heart was a great envy of this girl who could bridge the hideous waste of ocean that separated her from her man. Bleeding France. Yeh! Joke!
The Hatton place, built and landscaped twenty years before, occupied a square block in solitary grandeur, the show place of Chippewa. In architectural style it was an impartial mixture of Norman castle, French chateau, and Rhenish schloss, with a dash of Coney Island about its facade. It represented Old Man Hatton"s realized dream of landed magnificence.
Tessie, walking slowly past it, and peering through the high iron fence, could not help noting an air of unwonted excitement about the place, usually so aloof, so coldly serene. Automobiles standing out in front. People going up and down. They didn"t look very cheerful.
Just as if it mattered whether anything happened to her or not!
Tessie walked around the block and stood a moment, uncertainly. Then she struck off down Grand Avenue and past Donovan"s pool shack. A little group of after-supper idlers stood outside, smoking and gossiping, as she knew there would be. As she turned the corner she saw Nap Ballou among them. She had known that, too. As she pa.s.sed she looked straight ahead, without bowing. But just past the Burke House he caught up with her. No half-shy "Can I walk home with you?" from Nap Ballou. No. Instead: "h.e.l.lo, sweetheart!"
"h.e.l.lo, yourself."
"Somebody"s looking mighty pretty this evening, all dolled up in pink."
"Think so?" She tried to be pertly indifferent, but it was good to have someone following, someone walking home with you. What if he was old enough to be her father, with graying hair? Lots of the movie heroes had graying hair at the sides.
They walked for an hour. Tessie left him at the corner. She had once heard her father designate Ballou as "that drunken skunk." When she entered the sitting room her cheeks held an unwonted pink. Her eyes were brighter than they had been in months. Her mother looked up quickly, peering at her over a pair of steel-rimmed spectacles, very much askew.
"Where you been, Tessie?"
"Oh, walkin"."
"Who with?"
"Cora."
"Why, she was here, callin" for you, not more"n an hour ago."
Tessie, taking off her hat on her way upstairs, met this coolly. "Yeh, I ran into her comin" back."
Upstairs, lying fully dressed on her hard little bed, she stared up into the darkness, thinking, her hands limp at her sides. Oh, well, what"s the diff? You had to make the best of it. Everybody makin" a fuss about the soldiers--feeding "em, and asking "em to their houses, and sending "em things, and giving dances and picnics and parties so they wouldn"t be lonesome. Chuck had told her all about it. The other boys told the same. They could just pick and choose their good times.
Tessie"s mind groped about, sensing a certain injustice. How about the girls? She didn"t put it thus squarely. Hers was not a logical mind.
Easy enough to paw over the men-folks and get silly over bra.s.s b.u.t.tons and a uniform. She put it that way. She thought of the refrain of a popular song: "What Are You Going to Do to Help the Boys?" Tessie, smiling a crooked little smile up there in the darkness, parodied the words deftly: "What"re you going to do to help the girls?" she demanded. "What"re you going to do----" She rolled over on one side and buried her head in her arms.
There was news again next morning at the watch factory. Tessie of the old days had never needed to depend on the other girls for the latest bit of gossip. Her alert eye and quick ear had always caught it first.
But of late she had led a cloistered existence, indifferent to the world about her. The Chippewa Courier went into the newspaper pile behind the kitchen door without a glance from Tessie"s incurious eye.
She was late this morning. As she sat down at the bench and fitted her gla.s.s in her eye, the chatter of the others, pitched in the high key of unusual excitement, penetrated even her listlessness.
"And they say she never screeched or fainted or anything. She stood there, kind of quiet, looking straight ahead, and then all of a sudden she ran to her pa----"
"I feel sorry for her. She never did anything to me. She----"
Tessie spoke, her voice penetrating the staccato fragments all about her and gathering them into a whole. "Say, who"s the heroine of this picture? I come in in the middle of the film, I guess."
They turned on her with the unlovely eagerness of those who have ugly news to tell. They all spoke at once, in short sentences, their voices high with the note of hysteria.
"Angie Hatton"s beau was killed----"
"They say his airyoplane fell ten thousand feet----"
"The news come only last evening about eight----"
"She won"t see n.o.body but her pa----"
Eight! At eight Tessie had been standing outside Hatton"s house, envying Angie and hating her. So that explained the people, and the automobiles, and the excitement. Tessie was not receiving the news with the dramatic reaction which its purveyors felt it deserved.
Tessie, turning from one to the other quietly, had said nothing. She was pitying Angie. Oh, the luxury of it! Nap Ballou, coming in swiftly to still the unwonted commotion in work hours, found Tessie the only one quietly occupied in that chatter-filled room. She was smiling as she worked. Nap Ballou, bending over her on some pretense that deceived no one, spoke low-voiced in her ear. But she veiled her eyes insolently and did not glance up. She hummed contentedly all the morning at her tedious work.
She had promised Nap Ballou to go picknicking with him Sunday. Down the river, boating, with supper on sh.o.r.e. The small, still voice within her had said, "Don"t go! Don"t go!" But the harsh, high-pitched, reckless overtone said, "Go on! Have a good time. Take all you can get."
She would have to lie at home and she did it. Some fabrication about the girls at the watchworks did the trick. Fried chicken, chocolate cake. She packed them deftly and daintily. High-heeled shoes, flimsy blouse, rustling skirt. Nap Ballou was waiting for her over in the city park. She saw him before he espied her. He was leaning against a tree, idly, staring straight ahead with queer, lackl.u.s.ter eyes.
Silhouetted there against the tender green of the pretty square, he looked very old, somehow, and different--much older than he looked in his shop clothes, issuing orders. Tessie noticed that he sagged where he should have stuck out, and protruded where he should have been flat.
There flashed across her mind a vividly clear picture of Chuck as she had last seen him--brown, fit, high of chest, flat of stomach, slim of flank.
Ballou saw her. He straightened and came toward her swiftly. "Somebody looks mighty sweet this afternoon."
Tessie plumped the heavy lunch box into his arms. "When you get a line you like you stick to it, don"t you?"