Jim smiled a little uncertainly. "I can"t leave mama, and the money I"ll get this summer will buy my clothes for a year and something for me to put in the bank. I"m all right. It"s just that since--since you know I saw Dad----" and to his utter shame Jim began to sob. He dropped his head on his arm and Dennis" florid face became more deeply red as he looked at the long thin body and the beautiful brown head shaken by sobs.
"Good G.o.d, Jimmy, don"t!" he exclaimed. "Why, you"re all shot to pieces, lad. Hold on now, I"ll tell you a funny story. No, I won"t either. I"ll tell you something to take up your mind. Still, do you think your mother would marry me?"
This had the desired effect. Jim jumped to his feet, forgetting even to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
"She certainly would not!" he cried. "I wouldn"t let her. Has she said she would?"
"I haven"t asked her," replied Mr. Dennis meekly. "I wanted to talk to you about it first. Much as I think of her, Jim, I wouldn"t marry her if you objected. You"ve been through too much for a kid."
Jim eyed Mr. Dennis intently. The Irishman was a pleasant, intelligent-looking man.
"I like you now," said the boy, his voice catching from his heavy sobbing, "but I"d hate you if you tried to take my father"s place.
Anyway, I don"t think mama would even listen to you. What makes you want to get married again, Mr. Dennis, after--after that?"
Jim looked toward the crayon enlargement above the mantel.
Dennis answered quickly. "Don"t think for a minute I"d try to put anyone in her place." He nodded toward the sweet-faced woman who was looking down at them. "And I wouldn"t expect to take your father"s place. I guess your mother and I both know we gave and got the best in life, once, and it only comes once. Only it"s this way, Still Jim, me boy.
When people pa.s.s middle age and look forward to old age, they see it lonely, desperately lonely, and they want company to help them go through it. I admire and respect your mother and I think as much of you as if you were me own. But you"ll be going off soon to make your own way. Then your mother and I could look out for each other. I leave the decision to you, me boy."
"I can"t stand thinking of anybody in my father"s place," repeated Jim huskily. "I"m--I"m going out for a walk." And he rushed out of the house and started north toward 42nd street, his mind a blur of protest.
The same instinct that sends the workman back to look at the shop on his Sunday afternoon stroll, urged Jim up to the new skysc.r.a.per. The night watchman was for driving the lank boy away until Jim explained that he worked in the foundation, and was just back to see how it looked at night.
"If you want to see a grand sight," said the old man, "get you up to the top floor and look out at the city. Take the tile elevator at the back.
Tell the man Morrissy sent ye."
The work in the foundation was going on but not on the steel structure.
No one heeded Jim. He reached the 18th floor, where there was a narrow temporary flooring. Jim sat down on a coil of rope. The boy was badly shaken.
No one, unless for the first time tonight, Mr. Dennis, realized how hard a nerve shock Jim had had in seeing his father killed. He had kept from his mother the horror of the nights that followed the tragedy. She did not know that periodically, even now, he dreamed the August fields and the dying men and the b.l.o.o.d.y derrick over again. She did not know what utter courage it had taken to join the derrick gang, not for fear for his own safety, but because of the dread a.s.sociation in his own mind.
At first, the sense of height made Jim quiver. To master this he fixed his mind on the details of structure underneath. Line on line the delicate tracery of steel waiting for its concrete sheathing was silhouetted below him. The night wind rushed past and he braced himself automatically, noting at the same time how the vibration of the steel cobweb was like a marvelous faint tune. The wonder of conception and workmanship caught the boy"s imagination.
"That"s what I"ll do," he said aloud. "I"ll build steel buildings like this. In college, that"s what I"ll study, reinforced concrete building.
I"ve got to find a profession that"ll give me a bigger chance than poor Dad had, so I can marry young and have lots and gob-lots of kids."
The wind increased and Jim slid off the coil of rope and lay flat on his back, looking up at the sky. It was full of stars and scudding clouds.
Jim missed the sky in New York. He lay staring, sailing with the clouds while his boyish heart glowed with the stars.
"I"m not in New York," he thought. "I"m--I"m out in the desert country.
There isn"t any noise. There aren"t any people. I"m an engineer and I"m building a bridge across a canyon where no one but the birds have ever crossed before. I"m making a place for people to come after me. I"m discovering new land for them and fixing it so they can come."
For half an hour Jim lay and dreamed. He often had wondered what he was going to be as a man. He had planned to be many things, from a milkman to an Indian fighter. But since his father"s death and indeed for some time before, his mind had taken a bent suggested by Mr. Manning"s melancholy. What was the matter with Exham and the Mannings? Why had his father failed? What could he do to make up for the failure? These thoughts had colored the boy"s dreams. No one can measure the importance to a child of taking his air castles away from him. Tragedy scars a child permanently. Grown people often forget a heavy loss.
But tonight, inspired by the wonder of the building and the heavens, Jim"s mind slipped its leashings and took its racial bent. Suddenly he was a maker of trails, a builder in the wilderness. He completed the bridge and then sat up with an articulate, "Gee whiz! I know what I"m going to be!"
It seemed a matter of tremendous importance to the boy. He sat with clenched fists and burning cheeks, sensing for the first time one of the highest types of joy that comes to human beings, that of finding one"s predilection in the work by which one earns one"s daily bread. The sense of clean-cut aim to his life was like balm and tonic to the boy"s nerves. Something deeper than a New York or a New England influence was speaking in Jim now. For the first time, his Anglo-Saxon race, his race of empire builders, was finding its voice in him.
Jim rode gaily down the tile elevator, his flashing smile getting a vivid response from the Armenian elevator boy. He ran a good part of the way home and burst into the house with a slam, utterly unlike his usual quiet, unboyish steadiness. He was dashing past the library door on his way upstairs to his mother, when he caught a glimpse of her sitting near the library table with Mr. Dennis. He forgot to be astonished at her unwonted presence there. He ran into the room.
"Mama!" he cried. "Mama! I"m going to be an engineer and go out west and build railroads and bridges out where its wild! Aren"t you glad?"
Mr. Dennis and Mrs. Manning stared in astonishment at Jim"s loquacity and at the glow of his face. His gray eyes were brilliant. His thick hair was wind-tossed across his forehead. Mr. Dennis, being Irish, understood. He rose, shook hands with Jim, his left hand patting the boy"s shoulder.
"You"re made for it, Still Jim, me boy," he said, soberly. "You"ve the engineer"s mind. How"d you come to think of it?"
"Up on top of the skysc.r.a.per," replied Jim lucidly. "Don"t you see, Mama? Isn"t it great?"
Mrs. Manning was trying to smile, but her lips trembled. She was wishing Jim"s father could see him now. "I don"t understand, Jimmy. But if you like it, I must. But what shall I do with you out west?"
Jim gasped, whitened, then looked at Mr. Dennis and began to turn red.
CHAPTER IV
JIM FINDS SARA AND PEN
"Since time began Indians have climbed my back and have cried their joys and sorrows to the sky. I wonder who has heard!"
MUSINGS OF THE ELEPHANT.
Mr. Dennis laughed. He still was holding Jim"s hand "May I ask her?" he said to Jim.
Jim nodded, though his eyes were startled. Suddenly Mr. Dennis dropped Jim"s hand and threw his arm across the boy"s shoulders. The two stood facing Mrs. Manning.
"Mrs. Manning," began the Irishman, "I think you feel that I admire and respect you. I am a lonely man. I asked Jim if I could ask you to marry me, earlier in the evening. He said, No! No one should take his father"s place. I told him you and I had lived through too much to dream of falling in love again, but that old age was a lonely thing. I need you and when Jim finishes school and goes, you"ll need me, Mrs. Manning. I can send Jim through college and give him a right start. Will you marry me, say in a day or two, without any fuss, Mrs. Manning?"
The little widow"s face was flushed. "What made you change, Jim?" she exclaimed. "I couldn"t love anyone but your father."
Jim nodded. "I didn"t realize then that my work would take me away from you. You know a man"s job is very important, Mama. I want to get someone to take care of you while I build bridges, for I"ve _got to build them_.
I can send you money but I want a man to be looking out for you."
Mr. Dennis" eyes twinkled but he waited.
"It"s only a year since your father died. I never could care for anyone else," said Mrs. Manning.
"It"s ten years since Mrs. Dennis and the babies died," said Dennis. "I never could love anyone as I did the three of them. But you and I suit each other comfortably, Mrs. Manning. We"d be a great comfort to each other and we can do some good things for Still Jim. You must try to give him his chance. It"s a sad boyhood he"s having, Mrs. Manning. Let"s give him the chance he can"t have unless you marry me."
Mrs. Manning looked at Jim. His face still was eager but there were dark rings around his eyes that came from nerve strain. He was too thin and she saw for the first time that his shoulders were rounding. Mr. Dennis followed up his advantage.
"Look at his hands, Mrs. Manning. Hard work has knocked them up too much for his age. He should have his chance to play if he"s to do good body and brain work later. Let"s give his father"s son a chance! Don"t you think his father would approve?"
"Oh, but I"m going to keep on working and supporting myself!" cried Jim.
"I just wanted you to look out for Mama."
"Well, I guess not!" cried Mrs. Manning, vehemently. "You"ll come straight out of that foundation tomorrow. You are going to have your chance. Oh, Jim dear! I hadn"t realized how little happiness you"ve been having!"