The mother took the fan from her, hand.
"Thank you for staying with him, Mrs. Breitmann. I was gone longer than I expected." The fact that the child still lived, that she was again in his presence, the absorbing act of caring for him seemed to have calmed her.
"It is nothing, what I do," answered Mrs. Breitmann, and turned away reluctantly, the tears running on her cheeks. "When you go again, I come always, Mrs. Garvin. Ach!"
Her exclamation was caused by the sight of the tall figure and black coat of the rector, and as she left the room, Mrs. Garvin turned. And he noticed in her eyes the same expression of dread they had held when she had protested against his coming.
"Please don"t think that I"m not thankful--" she faltered.
"I am not offering you charity," he said. "Can you not take from other human beings what you have accepted from this woman who has just left?"
"Oh, sir, it isn"t that!" she cried, with a look of trust, of appeal that was new, "I would do anything--I will do anything. But my husband--he is so bitter against the church, against ministers! If he came home and found you here--"
"I know--many people feel that way," he a.s.sented, "too many. But you cannot let a prejudice stand in the way of saving the boy"s life, Mrs.
Garvin."
"It is more than that. If you knew, sir--"
"Whatever it is," he interrupted, a little sternly, "it must not interfere. I will talk to your husband."
She was silent, gazing at him now questioningly, yet with the dawning hope of one whose strength is all but gone, and who has found at last a stronger to lean upon.
The rector took the fan from her arrested hand and began to ply it.
"Listen, Mrs. Garvin. If you had come to the church half an hour later, I should have been leaving the city for a place far distant."
"You were going away? You stayed on my account?"
"I much prefer to stay, if I can be of any use, and I think I can. I am sure I can. What is the matter with the child?"
"I don"t know, sir--he just lies there listless and gets thinner and thinner and weaker and weaker. Sometimes he feels sick, but not often.
The doctor don"t seem to know."
"What doctor have you?"
"His name is Welling. He"s around the corner."
"Exactly," said the rector. "This is a case for Dr. Jarvis, who is the best child specialist in the city. He is a friend of mine, and I intend to send for him at once. And the boy must go to a hospital--"
"Oh, I couldn"t, sir."
He had a poignant realization of the agony behind the cry. She breathed quickly through her parted lips, and from the yearning in her tired eyes--as she gazed at the poor little form--he averted his glance.
"Now, Mrs. Garvin, you must be sensible," he said. "This is no place for a sick child. And it is such a nice little hospital, the one I have in mind, and so many children get well and strong there," he added, cheerfully.
"He wouldn"t hear of it." Hodder comprehended that she was referring to her husband. She added inconsequently: "If I let him go, and he never came back! Oh, I couldn"t do it--I couldn"t."
He saw that it was the part of wisdom not to press her, to give her time to become accustomed to the idea. Come back--to what? His eye wandered about the room, that bespoke the last shifts of poverty, for he knew that none but the desperate were driven to these Dalton Street houses, once the dwellings of the well-to-do, and all the more pitiful for the contrast. The heated air reeked with the smell of stale cooking. There was a gas stove at one side, a linoleum-covered table in the centre, littered with bottles, plates, and pitchers, a bed and chairs which had known better days, new obviously bruised and battered by many enforced movings. In one corner was huddled a little group of toys.
He was suddenly and guiltily aware that the woman had followed his glance.
"We had them in Alder Street," she said. "We might have been there yet, if we hadn"t been foolish. It"s a pretty street, sir--perhaps you know it--you take the Fanshawe Avenue cars to Sherman Heights. The air is like the country there, and all the houses are new, and d.i.c.ky had a yard to play in, and he used to be so healthy and happy in it... We were rich then,--not what you"d call rich," she added apologetically, "but we owned a little home with six rooms, and my husband had a good place as bookkeeper in a grocery house, and every year for ten years we put something by, and the boy came. We never knew how well off we were, until it was taken away from us, I guess. And then Richard--he"s my husband--put his savings into a company--he thought it was so safe, and we were to get eight per cent--and the company failed, and he fell sick and lost his place, and we had to sell the house, and since he got well again he"s been going around trying for something else. Oh, he"s tried so hard,--every day, and all day long. You wouldn"t believe it, sir. And he"s so proud. He got a job as porter, but he wasn"t able to hold it--he wasn"t strong enough. That was in April. It almost broke my heart to see him getting shabby--he used to look so tidy. And folks don"t want you when you"re shabby."...
There sprang to Hodder"s mind a sentence in a book he had recently read: "Our slums became filled with sick who need never have been sick; with derelicts who need never have been abandoned."
Suddenly, out of the suffocating stillness of the afternoon a woman"s voice was heard singing a concert-hall air, accompanied by a piano played with vigour and abandon. And Hodder, following the sound, looked out across the grimy yard--to a window in the apartment house opposite.
"There"s that girl again," said the mother, lifting her head. "She does sing nice, and play, poor thing! There was a time when I wouldn"t have wanted to listen. But d.i.c.ky liked it so.... It"s the very tune he loved.
He don"t seem to hear it now. He don"t even ask for Mr. Bentley any more."
"Mr. Bentley?" the rector repeated. The name was somehow familiar to him.
The piano and the song ceased abruptly, with a bang.
"He lives up the street here a way--the kindest old gentleman you ever saw. He always has candy in his pockets for the children, and it"s a sight to see them follow him up and down the sidewalk. He takes them to the Park in the cars on Sat.u.r.day afternoons. That was all d.i.c.ky could think about at first--would he be well enough to go with Mr. Bentley by Sat.u.r.day? And he was forever asking me to tell Mr. Bentley he was sick.
I saw the old gentleman on the street to-day, and I almost went up to him. But I hadn"t the courage."
The child moaned, stirred, and opened his eyes, gazing at them feverishly, yet without seeming comprehension. She bent over him, calling his name.... Hodder thrust the fan into her hand, and rose.
"I am going to telephone Dr. Jarvis," he said, "and then I shall come back, in order to be here when he arrives."
She looked up at him.
"Oh, thank you, sir,--I guess it"s for the best--"
Her voice died away, and the rector, seeking for the cause, saw that a man had entered the room. He walked up to the couch and stood for a moment staring moodily at the child, while the woman watched him, transfixed.
"Richard!" she said.
He paid no attention to her. She turned to Hodder. "This is my husband, sir.... Richard, I went into the church--just for a moment--I--I couldn"t help it, and this gentleman--the minister--came home with me.
He wanted to--he thought I was sick. And now he"s going out to get the best doctor in the city for d.i.c.ky."
The man turned suddenly and confronted the rector.
"Why don"t you let him die, you and your church people?" he asked.
"You"ve done your worst to kill him."
The woman put her hand fearfully, imploringly on the man"s arm.
"Richard!" she whispered.
But as Hodder glanced from the derelict beside him a wave of comprehension pa.s.sed through him that swept him clean of indignation, of resentment. And this man had been prosperous and happy!
"There is but one way to save the boy"s life, Mr. Garvin," he said, "and that is to put him in charge of Dr. Jarvis."
The man made no reply, but went over to the window, staring out into the yard. There was something vaguely ominous in his att.i.tude. The rector watched him a moment, and then turned to the mother.
"You must not lose hope," he told her.