Soon--_soon!_"
The carriage had to move slowly through those narrow tenement streets, so thronged were they with the people swarmed from hot little rooms into the open to try to get a little air that did not threaten to burn and choke as it entered the lungs.
Susan"s nostrils were filled with the stenches of animal and vegetable decay--stenches descending in heavy clouds from the open windows of the flats and from the fire escapes crowded with all manner of rubbish; stenches from the rotting, brimful garbage cans; stenches from the groceries and butcher shops and bakeries where the poorest qualities of food were exposed to the contamination of swarms of disgusting fat flies, of mangy, vermin-hara.s.sed children and cats and dogs; stenches from the never washed human bodies, clad in filthy garments and drawn out of shape by disease and toil. Sore eyes, scrofula, withered arm or leg, sagged shoulder, hip out of joint--There, crawling along the sidewalk, was the boy whose legs had been cut off by the street car; and the stumps were horribly ulcered. And there at the bas.e.m.e.nt window drooled and cackled the fat idiot girl whose mother sacrificed everything always to dress her freshly in pink. What a world!--where a few people such a very few!--lived in health and comfort and cleanliness--and the millions lived in disease and squalor, ignorant, untouched of civilization save to wear its cast-off clothes and to eat its castaway food and to live in its dark noisome cellars!--And to toil unceasingly to make for others the good things of which they had none themselves!
It made her heartsick--the sadder because nothing could be done about it. Stay and help? As well stay to put out a conflagration barehanded and alone.
As the carriage reached wider Second Avenue, the horses broke into a trot. Susan drew a long breath of the purer air--then shuddered as she saw the corner where the dive into which the cadet had lured her flaunted its telltale awnings. Lower still her spirits sank when she was pa.s.sing, a few blocks further on, the music hall. There, too, she had had a chance, had let hope blaze high. And she was going forward--into--the region where she had been a slave to Freddie Palmer--no, to the system of which he was a slave no less than she----
"I _must_ be strong! I _must!_" Susan said to herself, and there was desperation in the gleam of her eyes, in the set of her chin. "This time I will fight! And I feel at last that I can."
But her spirits soared no more that day.
CHAPTER XIV
SPERRY had chosen for "Mr. and Mrs. Spenser" the second floor rear of a house on the south side of West Forty-fifth Street a few doors off Sixth Avenue. It was furnished as a sitting-room--elegant in red plush, with oil paintings on the walls, a fringed red silk-plush dado fastened to the mantelpiece with bright bra.s.s-headed tacks, elaborate imitation lace throws on the sofa and chairs, and an imposing piece that might have been a cabinet organ or a pianola or a roll-top desk but was in fact a comfortable folding bed.
There was a marble stationary washstand behind the hand-embroidered screen in the corner, near one of the two windows. Through a deep clothes closet was a small but satisfactory bathroom.
"And it"s warm in winter," said Mrs. Norris, the landlady, to Susan. "Don"t you hate a cold bathroom?"
Susan declared that she did.
"There"s only one thing I hate worse," said Mrs. Norris, "and that"s cold coffee."
She had one of those large faces which look bald because the frame of hair does not begin until unusually far back. At fifty, when her hair would be thin, Mrs. Norris would be homely; but at thirty she was handsome in a bold, strong way. Her hair was always carefully done, her good figure beautifully corseted. It was said she was not married to Mr.
Norris--because New York likes to believe that people are living together without being married, because Mr. Norris came and went irregularly, and because Mrs. Norris was so particular about her toilet--and everyone knows that when a woman has the man with whom she"s satisfied securely fastened, she shows her content or her virtuous indifference to other men--or her laziness--by neglecting her hair and her hips and dressing in any old thing any which way. Whatever the truth as to Mrs. Norris"s domestic life, she carried herself strictly and insisted upon keeping her house as respectable as can reasonably be expected in a large city. That is, everyone in it was quiet, was of steady and sedate habit, was backed by references. Not until Sperry had thoroughly qualified as a responsible person did Mrs. Norris accept his a.s.surances as to the Spensers and consent to receive them. Downtown the apartment houses that admit persons of loose character are usually more expensive because that cla.s.s of tenants have more and expect more than ordinary working people. Uptown the custom is the reverse; to get into a respectable house you must pay more. The Spensers had to pay fourteen a week for their quarters--and they were getting a real bargain, Mrs.
Norris having a weakness for literature and art where they were respectable and paid regularly.
"What"s left of the two hundred and fifty will not last long,"
said Spenser to Susan, when they were established and alone.
"But we"ll have another five hundred as soon as the play"s done, and that"ll be in less than a month. We"re to begin tomorrow. In less than two months the play"ll be on and the royalties will be coming in. I wonder how much I owe the doctor and the hospital."
"That"s settled," said Susan.
He glanced at her with a frown. "How much was it? You had no right to pay!"
"You couldn"t have got either doctor or room without payment in advance." She spoke tranquilly, with a quiet a.s.surance of manner that was new in her, the nervous and sensitive about causing displeasure in others. She added, "Don"t be cross, Rod. You know it"s only pretense."
"Don"t you believe anybody has any decency?" demanded he.
"It depends on what you mean by decency," replied she. "But why talk of the past? Let"s forget it."
"I would that I could!" exclaimed he.
She laughed at his heroics. "Put that in your play," said she. "But this isn"t the melodrama of the stage. It"s the farce comedy of life."
"How you have changed! Has all the sweetness, all the womanliness, gone out of your character?"
She showed how little she was impressed. "I"ve learned to take terrible things--really terrible things--without making a fuss--or feeling like making a fuss. You can"t expect me to get excited over mere staginess. They"re fond of fake emotions up in this part of town. But down where I"ve been so long the real horrors come too thick and fast for there to be any time to fake."
He continued to frown, presently came out of a deep study to say, "Susie, I see I"ve got to have a serious talk with you."
"Wait till you"re well, my dear," said she. "I"m afraid I"ll not be very sympathetic with your seriousness."
"No--today. I"m not an invalid. And our relations worry me, whenever I think of them."
He observed her as she sat with hands loosely clasped in her lap; there was an inscrutable look upon her delicate face, upon the clear-cut features so attractively framed by her thick dark hair, brown in some lights, black in others.
"Well?" said she.
"To begin, I want you to stop rouging your lips. It"s the only sign of--of what you were. I"d a little rather you didn"t smoke. But as respectable women smoke nowadays, why I don"t seriously object. And when you get more clothes, get quieter ones. Not that you dress loudly or in bad taste----"
"Thank you," murmured Susan.
"What did you say?"
"I didn"t mean to interrupt. Go on."
"I admire the way you dress, but it makes me jealous. I want you to have nice clothes for the house. I like things that show your neck and suggest your form. But I don"t want you attracting men"s eyes and their loose thoughts, in the street. . . . And I don"t want you to look so d.a.m.nably alluring about the feet. That"s your best trick--and your worst. Why are you smiling--in that fashion?"
"You talk to me as if I were your wife."
He gazed at her with an expression that was as affectionate as it was generous--and it was most generous. "Well, you may be some day--if you keep straight. And I think you will."
The artificial red of her lips greatly helped to make her sweetly smiling face the perfection of gentle irony. "And you?" said she.
"You know perfectly well it"s different about a man."
"I know nothing of the sort," replied she. "Among certain kinds of people that is the rule. But I"m not of those kinds.
I"m trying to make my way in the world, exactly like a man.
So I"ve got to be free from the rules that may be all very well for ladies. A woman can"t fight with her hands tied, any more than a man can--and you know what happens to the men who allow themselves to be tied; they"re poor downtrodden creatures working hard at small pay for the men who fight with their hands free."
"I"ve taken you out of the unprotected woman cla.s.s, my dear,"
he reminded her. "You"re mine, now, and you"re going back where you belong."
"Back to the cage it"s taken me so long to learn to do without?" She shook her head. "No, Rod--I couldn"t possibly do it--not if I wanted to. . . . You"ve got several false ideas about me. You"ll have to get rid of them, if we"re to get along."
"For instance?"
"In the first place, don"t delude yourself with the notion that I"d marry you. I don"t know whether the man I was forced to marry is dead or whether he"s got a divorce. I don"t care.
No matter how free I was I shouldn"t marry you."
He smiled complacently. She noted it without irritation.
Truly, small indeed is the heat of any kind that can be got from the warmed-up ashes of a burnt-out pa.s.sion. She went easily on:
"You have nothing to offer me--neither love nor money. And a woman--unless she"s a poor excuse--insists on one or the other.
You and I fancied we loved each other for a while. We don"t fool ourselves in that way now. At least I don"t, though I believe you do imagine I"m in love with you."