Susan looked at him with a startled expression. It seemed to her that the old man had seen into her secret heart where was daily raging the struggle against taking the only way out open to a girl in her circ.u.mstances. It seemed to her he was hinting that she ought to take that way.
If any such idea was in his mind, he did not dare put it into words. He simply repeated:
"You won"t stay. You"ll pull out."
"How?" she asked.
"Somehow. When the way opens you"ll see it, and take it."
There had long since sprung up between these two a sympathy, a mutual understanding beyond any necessity of expression in words or looks. She had never had this feeling for anyone, not even for Burlingham. This feeling for each other had been like that of a father and daughter who love each other without either understanding the other very well or feeling the need of a sympathetic understanding. There was a strong resemblance between Burlingham and old Tom. Both belonged to the familiar philosopher type. But, unlike the actor-manager, the old cabinetmaker had lived his philosophy, and a very gentle and tolerant philosophy it was.
After she had looked her request for light upon what way she was to take, they sat silent, neither looking at the other, yet each seeing the other with the eye of the mind. She said:
"I may not dare take it."
"You won"t have no choice," replied he. "You"ll have to take it.
And you"ll get away from here. And you mustn"t ever come back--or look back. Forget all this misery. Rememberin" won"t do us no good. It"d only weaken you."
"I shan"t ever forget," cried the girl.
"You must," said the old man firmly. He added, "And you will.
You"ll have too much else to think about--too much that has to be attended to."
As the first of the year approached and the small shopkeepers of the tenements, like the big ones elsewhere, were casting up the year"s balances and learning how far toward or beyond the verge of ruin the hard times had brought them, the sound of the fire engines--and of the ambulances--became a familiar part of the daily and nightly noises of the district. Desperate shopkeepers, careless of their neighbors" lives and property in fiercely striving for themselves and their families--workingmen out of a job and deep in debt--landlords with too heavy interest falling due--all these were trying to save themselves or to lengthen the time the fact of ruin could be kept secret by setting fire to their shops or their flats. The Brashears had been burned out twice in their wandering tenement house life; so old Tom was sleeping little; was constantly prowling about the halls of all the tenements in that row and into the cellars.
He told Susan the open secret of the meaning of most of these fires. And after he had cursed the fire fiends, he apologized for them. "It"s the curse of the system," explained he. "It"s all the curse of the system. These here storekeepers and the farmers the same way--they think they"re independent, but really they"re nothin" but fooled slaves of the big blood suckers for the upper cla.s.s. But these here little storekeepers, they"re tryin" to escape. How does a man escape? Why, by gettin" some hands together to work for him so that he can take it out of their wages. When you get together enough to hire help--that"s when you pa.s.s out of slavery into the master cla.s.s--master of slaves."
Susan nodded understandingly.
"Now, how can these little storekeepers like me get together enough to begin to hire slaves? By a hundred tricks, every one of them wicked and mean. By skimpin" and slavin" themselves and their families, by sellin" short weight, by sellin" rotten food, by sellin" poison, by burnin" to get the insurance. And, at last, if they don"t die or get caught and jailed, they get together the money to branch out and hire help, and begin to get prosperous out of the blood of their help. These here arson fellows--they"re on the first rung of the ladder of success. You heard about that beautiful ladder in Sunday school, didn"t you?"
"Yes," said Susan, "that and a great many other lies about G.o.d and man."
Susan had all along had great difficulty in getting sleep because of the incessant and discordant noises of the district.
The unhappy people added to their own misery by disturbing each other"s rest--and no small part of the bad health everywhere prevailing was due to this inability of anybody to get proper sleep because somebody was always singing or quarreling, shouting or stamping about. But Susan, being young and as yet untroubled by the indigestion that openly or secretly preyed upon everyone else, did at last grow somewhat used to noise, did contrive to get five or six hours of broken sleep. With the epidemic of fires she was once more restless and wakeful. Every day came news of fire somewhere in the tenement districts of the city, with one or more, perhaps a dozen, roasted to death, or horribly burned. A few weeks, however, and even that peril became so familiar that she slept like the rest. There were too many actualities of discomfort, of misery, to hara.s.s her all day long every time her mind wandered from her work.
One night she was awakened by a scream. She leaped from bed to find the room filling with smoke and the street bright as day, but with a flickering evil light. Etta was screaming, Ashbel was bawling and roaring like a tortured bull. Susan, completely dazed by the uproar, seized Etta and dragged her into the hall.
There were Mr. and Mrs. Brashear, he in his nightdress of drawers and undershirt, she in the short flannel petticoat and sacque in which she always slept. Ashbel burst out of his room, kicking the door down instead of turning the k.n.o.b.
"Lorny," cried old Tom, "you take mother and Etta to the escape." And he rushed at his powerful, stupid son and began to strike him in the face with his one good fist, shrieking, "Shut up, you d.a.m.n fool! Shut up!"
Dragging Etta and pushing Mrs. Brashear, Susan moved toward the end of the hall where the fire escape pa.s.sed their windows. All the way down, the landings were littered with bedding, pots, pans, drying clothes, fire wood, boxes, all manner of rubbish, the overflow of the crowded little flats. Over these obstructions and down the ladders were falling and stumbling men, women, children, babies, in all degrees of nudity--for many of the big families that slept in one room with windows tight shut so that the stove heat would not escape and be wasted when fuel was so dear, slept stark naked. Susan contrived to get Etta and the old woman to the street; not far behind them came Tom and Ashbel, the son"s face bleeding from the blows his father had struck to quiet him.
It was a penetrating cold night, with an icy drizzle falling.
The street was filled with engines, hose, all manner of ruined household effects, firemen shouting, the tenement people huddling this way and that, barefooted, nearly or quite naked, silent, stupefied. n.o.body had saved anything worth while. The entire block was ablaze, was burning as if it had been saturated with coal oil.
"The owner"s done this," said old Tom. "I heard he was in trouble. But though he"s a church member and what they call a philanthropist, I hardly thought he"d stoop to hirin" this done. If anybody"s caught, it"ll be some fellow that don"t know who he did it for."
About a hundred families were homeless in the street. Half a dozen patrol wagons and five ambulances were taking the people away to shelter, women and babies first. It was an hour--an hour of standing in the street, with bare feet on the ice, under the ankle-deep slush--before old Tom and his wife got their turn to be taken. Then Susan and Etta and Ashbel, escorted by a policeman, set out for the station house. As they walked along, someone called out to the policeman:
"Anybody killed at the fire, officer?"
"Six jumped and was smashed," replied the policeman. "I seen three dead babies. But they won"t know for several days how many it"ll total."
And all her life long, whenever Susan Lenox heard the clang of a fire engine, there arose before her the memory picture of that fire, in all the horror of detail. A fire bell to her meant wretched families flung into the night, shrieks of mangled and dying, moans of babies with life oozing from their blue lips, columns of smoke ascending through icy, soaking air, and a vast glare of wicked light with flame demons leaping for joy in the measureless woe over which they were presiding. As the little party was pa.s.sing the fire lines, Ashbel"s foot slipped on a freezing ooze of blood and slush, and he fell sprawling upon a human body battered and trampled until it was like an overturned basket of butcher"s odds and ends.
The station house was eleven long squares away. But before they started for it they were already at the lowest depth of physical wretchedness which human nerves can register; thus, they arrived simply a little more numb. The big room, heated by a huge, red-hot stove to the point where the sweat starts, was crowded with abject and pitiful human specimens. Even Susan, the most sensitive person there, gazed about with stolid eyes. The nakedness of unsightly bodies, gross with fat or wasted to emaciation, the dirtiness of limbs and torsos long, long unwashed, the foul steam from it all and from the water-soaked rags, the groans of some, the silent, staring misery of others, and, most horrible of all, the laughter of those who yielded like animals to the momentary sense of physical well-being as the heat thawed them out--these sights and sounds together made up a truly infernal picture. And, like all the tragedies of abject poverty, it was wholly devoid of that dignity which is necessary to excite the deep pity of respect, was sordid and squalid, moved the sensitive to turn away in loathing rather than to advance with brotherly sympathy and love.
Ashbel, his animal instinct roused by the sight of the stove, thrust the throng aside rudely as he pushed straight for the radiating center. Etta and Susan followed in his wake. The fierce heat soon roused them to the sense of their plight.
Ashbel began to curse, Etta to weep. Susan"s mind was staring, without hope but also without despair, at the walls of the trap in which they were all caught--was seeking the spot where they could begin to burrow through and escape.
Beds and covers were gathered in by the police from everywhere in that district, were ranged upon the floor of the four rooms.
The men were put in the cells downstairs; the women and the children got the cots. Susan and Etta lay upon the same mattress, a horse blanket over them. Etta slept; Susan, wide awake, lived in brain and nerves the heart-breaking scenes through which she had pa.s.sed numb and stolid.
About six o"clock a breakfast of coffee, milk and bread was served. It was evident that the police did not know what to do with these outcasts who had nothing and no place to go--for practically all were out of work when the blow came. Ashbel demanded shoes, pants and a coat.
"I"ve got to get to my job," shouted he, "or else I"ll lose it.
Then where in the h.e.l.l"d we be!"
His bl.u.s.tering angered the sergeant, who finally told him if he did not quiet down he would be locked in a cell. Susan interrupted, explained the situation, got Ashbel the necessary clothes and freed Etta and herself of his worse than useless presence. At Susan"s suggestion such other men as had jobs were also fitted out after a fashion and sent away. "You can take the addresses of their families if you send them anywhere during the day, and these men can come back here and find out where they"ve gone----" this was the plan she proposed to the captain, and he adopted it. As soon as the morning papers were about the city, aid of every kind began to pour in, with the result that before noon many of the families were better established than they had been before the fire.
Susan and Etta got some clothing, enough to keep them warm on their way through the streets to the hospital to which Brashear and his wife had been taken. Mrs. Brashear had died in the ambulance--of heart disease, the doctors said, but Susan felt it was really of the sense that to go on living was impossible. And fond of her though she was, she could not but be relieved that there was one less factor in the unsolvable problem.
"She"s better, off" she said to Etta in the effort to console.
But Etta needed no consolation. "Ever so much better off," she promptly a.s.sented. "Mother hasn"t cared about living since we had to give up our little home and become tenement house people.
And she was right."
As to Brashear, they learned that he was ill; but they did not learn until evening that he was dying of pneumonia. The two girls and Ashbel were admitted to the ward where he lay--one of a long line of sufferers in bare, clean little beds. Screens were drawn round his bed because he was dying. He had been suffering torments from the savage a.s.saults of the pneumonia; but the pain had pa.s.sed away now, so he said, though the dreadful sound of his breathing made Susan"s heart flutter and her whole body quiver.
"Do you want a preacher or a priest?" asked the nurse.
"Neither," replied the old man in gasps and whispers. "If there is a G.o.d he"ll never let anybody from this h.e.l.l of a world into his presence. They might tell him the truth about himself."
"Oh, father, father!" pleaded Etta, and Ashbel burst into a fit of hysterical and terrified crying.
The old man turned his dying eyes on Susan. He rested a few minutes, fixing her gaze upon his with a hypnotic stare. Then he began again:
"You"ve got somethin" more"n a turnip on your shoulders. Listen to me. There was a man named Jesus once"--gasp--gasp--"You"ve heard about him, but you don"t know about him"--gasp--gasp--"I"ll tell you--listen. He was a low fellow--a workin" man--same trade as mine--born without a father--born in a horse trough--in a stable"--gasp--gasp--
Susan leaned forward. "Born without a father," she murmured, her eyes suddenly bright.
"That"s him. Listen"--gasp--gasp--gasp--"He was a big feller--big brain--big heart--the biggest man that ever lived"--gasp--gasp--gasp--gas--"And he looked at this here h.e.l.l of a world from the outside, he being an outcast and a low-down common workingman. And he _saw_--he did----
"Yes, he saw!"--gasp--gasp--gasp--"And he said all men were brothers--and that they"d find it out some day. He saw that this world was put together for the strong and the cruel--that they could win out--and make the rest of us work for "em for what they chose to give--like they work a poor ignorant horse for his feed and stall in a dirty stable----"gasp--gasp--gasp--
"For the strong and the cruel," said Susan.
"And this feller Jesus--he set round the saloons and such places--publicans, they called "em"--gasp--gasp--gasp--"And he says to all the poor ignorant slaves and such cattle, he says, "You"re all brothers. Love one another""--gasp--gasp--gasp--"