"And you brought him into the company," raged Violet.
"Burlingham didn"t want to take him. He looked the fool and jacka.s.s he is. Why didn"t you warn us he was a rotten thief, too?"
"Wasn"t it for shoplifting you served six months in Joliet?"
retorted Mabel.
"You lie--you streetwalker!" screamed Violet.
"Ladies! Ladies!" said Eshwell.
"That"s what _I_ say," observed Pat.
"I"m no lady," replied Mabel. "I"m an actress."
"An actress--he-he!" jeered Violet. "An actress!"
"Shut up, all of you," commanded Burlingham. "I"ve got some money. I settled for cash."
"How much?" cried Mabel and Violet in the same breath, their quarrel not merely finished but forgotten.
"Three hundred dollars."
"For the boat and all?" demanded Eshwell. "Why, Bob----"
"They think it was for boat and all," interrupted Burlingham with his cynical smile. "They set out to bully and cheat me.
They knew I couldn"t get justice. So I let "em believe I owned the boat--and I"ve got fifty apiece for us."
"Sixty," said Violet.
"Fifty. There are six of us."
"You don"t count in this little Jonah here, do you?" cried Violet, scowling evilly at Susan.
"No--no--don"t count me in," begged Susan. "I didn"t lose anything."
Mabel pinched her arm. "You"re right, Mr. Burlingham," said she. "Miss Sackville ought to share. We"re all in the same box."
"Miss Sackville will share," said Burlingham. "There"s going to be no skunking about this, as long as I"m in charge."
Eshwell and Pat sided with Violet. While the rain streamed, the five, with Susan a horrified onlooker, fought on and on about the division of the money. Their voices grew louder. They hurled the most frightful epithets at one another. Violet seized Mabel by the hair, and the men interfered, all but coming to blows themselves in the melee. The wharfmaster rushed from his office, drove them off to the levee. They continued to yell and curse, even Burlingham losing control of himself and releasing all there was of the tough and the blackguard in his nature. Two policemen came, calmed them with threat of arrest. At last Burlingham took from his pocket one at a time three small rolls of bills. He flung one at each of the three who were opposing his division. "Take that, you dirty curs," he said. "And be glad I"m giving you anything at all. Most managers wouldn"t have come back. Come on, Miss Sackville. Come on, Mabel." And the two followed him up the levee, leaving the others counting their shares.
At the street corner they went into a general store where Burlingham bought two ninety-eight-cent umbrellas. He gave Mabel one, held the other over Susan and himself as they walked along.
"Well, ladies," said he, "we begin life again. A clean slate, a fresh start--as if nothing had ever happened."
Susan looked at him to try to give him a grateful and sympathetic smile. She was surprised to see that, so far as she could judge, he had really meant the words he had spoken.
"Yes, I mean it," said he. "Always look at life as it is--as a game. With every deal, whether you win or lose, your stake grows--for your stake"s your wits, and you add to "em by learning something with each deal. What are you going to do, Mabel?"
"Get some clothes. The water wrecked mine and this rain has finished my hat."
"We"ll go together," said Burlingham.
They took a car for Louisville, descended before a department store. Burlingham had to fit himself from the skin out; Mabel had underclothes, needed a hat, a dress, summer shoes. Susan needed underclothes, shoes, a hat, for she was bareheaded. They arranged to meet at the first entrance down the side street; Burlingham gave Susan and Mabel each their fifty dollars and went his way. When they met again in an hour and a half, they burst into smiles of delight. Burlingham had transformed himself into a jaunty, fashionable young middle-aged man, with an air of success achieved and prosperity a.s.sured. He had put the fine finishing touch to his transformation by getting a haircut and a shave. Mabel looked like a showy chorus girl, in a striped blue and white linen suit, a big beflowered hat, and a fluffy blouse of white chiffon. Susan had resisted Mabel"s entreaties, had got a plain, sensible linen blouse of a kind that on a pinch might be washed out and worn without ironing. Her new hat was a simple blue sailor with a dark blue band that matched her dress.
"I spent thirty-six dollars," said Burlingham.
"I only spent twenty-two," declared Mabel. "And this child here only parted with seven of her dollars. I had no idea she was so thrifty."
"And now--what?" said Burlingham.
"I"m going round to see a friend of mine," replied Mabel. "She"s on the stage, too. There"s sure to be something doing at the summer places. Maybe I can ring Miss Sackville in. There ought to be a good living in those eyes of hers and those feet and ankles. I"m sure I can put her next to something."
"Then you can give her your address," said Burlingham.
"Why, she"s going with me," cried Mabel. "You don"t suppose I"d leave the child adrift?"
"No, she"s going with me to a boarding house I"ll find for her,"
said Burlingham.
Into Mabel"s face flashed the expression of the suspicion such a statement would at once arouse in a mind trained as hers had been. Burlingham"s look drove the expression out of her face, and suspicion at least into the background. "She"s not going with your friend," said Burlingham, a hint of sternness in his voice. "That"s best--isn"t it?"
Miss Connemora"s eyes dropped. "Yes, I guess it is," replied she. "Well--I turn down this way."
"We"ll keep on and go out Chestnut Street," said Burlingham.
"You can write to her--or to me--care of the General Delivery."
"That"s best. You may hear from Tempest. You can write me there, too." Mabel was constrained and embarra.s.sed. "Good-by, Miss Sackville."
Susan embraced and kissed her. Mabel began to weep. "Oh, it"s all so sudden--and frightful," she said. "Do try to be good, Lorna. You can trust Bob." She looked earnestly, appealingly, at him. "Yes, I"m sure you can. And--he"s right about me. Good-by."
She hurried away, not before Susan had seen the tears falling from her kind, fast-fading eyes.
Susan stood looking after her. And for the first time the truth about the catastrophe came to her. She turned to Burlingham.
"How brave you are!" she cried.
"Oh, what"d be the use in dropping down and howling like a dog?"
replied he. "That wouldn"t bring the boat back. It wouldn"t get me a job."
"And you shared equally, when you lost the most of all."
They were walking on. "The boat was mine, too," said he in a dry reflective tone. "I told "em it wasn"t when we started out because I wanted to get a good share for rent and so on, without any kicking from anybody."
The loss did not appeal to her; it was the lie he had told. She felt her confidence shaking. "You didn"t mean to--to----" she faltered, stopped.
"To cheat them?" suggested he. "Yes, I did. So--to sort of balance things up I divided equally all I got from the tug people. What"re you looking so unhappy about?"
"I wish you hadn"t told me," she said miserably. "I don"t see why you did."
"Because I don"t want you making me into a saint. I"m like the rest you see about in pants, cheating and lying, with or without pretending to themselves that they"re honest. Don"t trust anybody, my dear. The sooner you get over the habit, the sooner you"ll cease to tempt people to be hypocrites. All the serious trouble I"ve ever got into has come through trusting or being trusted."
He looked gravely at her, burst out laughing at her perplexed, alarmed expression. "Oh, Lord, it isn"t as bad as all that,"