"I lent Uncle George two hundred; I gave fifty apiece to old Sam and those two other old darkies that worked for grandfather so long, and ten to each of the servants here--"
"And you gave me thirty-six," she said thoughtfully, "for the first month"s rent, in advance."
"Did I? I"d forgotten. Well, with about a hundred and sixty in bank and our expenses a hundred a month, it doesn"t seem as if this new place--"
"Still," she interrupted, "we have paid the first month"s rent in advance, and it does seem to be the most practical--"
George rose. "See here, Aunt f.a.n.n.y," he said decisively. "You stay here and look after the moving. Old Frank doesn"t expect me until afternoon, this first day, but I"ll go and see him now."
It was early, and old Frank, just established at his big, flat-topped desk, was surprised when his prospective a.s.sistant and pupil walked in. He was pleased, as well as surprised, however, and rose, offering a cordial old hand. "The real flare!" he said. "The real flare for the law. That"s right! Couldn"t wait till afternoon to begin! I"m delighted that you--"
"I wanted to say--" George began, but his patron cut him off.
"Wait just a minute, my boy. I"ve prepared a little speech of welcome, and even though you"re five hours ahead of time, I mean to deliver it. First of all, your grandfather was my old war-comrade and my best client; for years I prospered through my connection with his business, and his grandson is welcome in my office and to my best efforts in his behalf. But I want to confess, Georgie, that during your earlier youth I may have had some slight feeling of--well, prejudice, not altogether in your favour; but whatever slight feeling it was, it began to vanish on that afternoon, a good while ago, when you stood up to your Aunt Amelia Amberson as you did in the Major"s library, and talked to her as a man and a gentleman should. I saw then what good stuff was in you--and I always wanted to mention it. If my prejudice hadn"t altogether vanished after that, the last vestiges disappeared during these trying times that have come upon you this past year, when I have been a witness to the depth of feeling you"ve shown and your quiet consideration for your grandfather and for everyone else around you. I just want to add that I think you"ll find an honest pleasure now in industry and frugality that wouldn"t have come to you in a more frivolous career. The law is a jealous mistress and a stern mistress, but a--"
George had stood before him in great and increasing embarra.s.sment; and he was unable to allow the address to proceed to its conclusion.
"I can"t do it!" he burst out. "I can"t take her for my mistress."
"What?"
"I"ve come to tell you, I"ve got to find something that"s quicker. I can"t--"
Old Frank got a little red. "Let"s sit down," he said. "What"s the trouble?"
George told him.
The old gentleman listened sympathetically, only murmuring: "Well, well!" from time to time, and nodding acquiescence.
"You see she"s set her mind on this apartment," George explained. "She"s got some old cronies there, and I guess she"s been looking forward to the games of bridge and the kind of harmless gossip that goes on in such places. Really, it"s a life she"d like better than anything else--better than that she"s lived at home, I really believe. It struck me she"s just about got to have it, and after all she could hardly have anything less."
"This comes pretty heavily upon me, you know," said old Frank. "I got her into that headlight company, and she fooled me about her resources as much as she did your Uncle George. I was never your father"s adviser, if you remember, and when the insurance was turned over to her some other lawyer arranged it--probably your father"s. But it comes pretty heavily on me, and I feel a certain responsibility."
"Not at all. I"m taking the responsibility."
And George smiled with one corner of his mouth. "She"s not your aunt, you know, sir."
"Well, I"m unable to see, even if she"s yours, that a young man is morally called upon to give up a career at the law to provide his aunt with a favourable opportunity to play bridge whist!"
"No," George agreed. "But I haven"t begun my "career at the law" so it can"t be said I"m making any considerable sacrifice. I"ll tell you how it is, sir." He flushed, and, looking out of the streaked and smoky window beside which he was sitting, spoke with difficulty. "I feel as if--as if perhaps I had one or two pretty important things in my life to make up for. Well, I can"t. I can"t make them up to--to whom I would. It"s struck me that, as I couldn"t, I might be a little decent to somebody else, perhaps--if I could manage it! I never have been particularly decent to poor old Aunt f.a.n.n.y."
"Oh, I don"t know: I shouldn"t say that. A little youthful teasing--I doubt if she"s minded so much. She felt your father"s death terrifically, of course, but it seems to me she"s had a fairly comfortable life-up to now--if she was disposed to take it that way."
"But "up to now" is the important thing," George said. "Now is now--and you see I can"t wait two years to be admitted to the bar and begin to practice. I"ve got to start in at something else that pays from the start, and that"s what I"ve come to you about. I have an idea, you see."
"Well, I"m glad of that!" said old Frank, smiling. "I can"t think of anything just at this minute that pays from the start."
"I only know of one thing, myself."
"What is it?"
George flushed again, but managed to laugh at his own embarra.s.sment. "I suppose I"m about as ignorant of business as anybody in the world," he said. "But I"ve heard they pay very high wages to people in dangerous trades; I"ve always heard they did, and I"m sure it must be true. I mean people that handle touchy chemicals or high explosives--men in dynamite factories, or who take things of that sort about the country in wagons, and shoot oil wells. I thought I"d see if you couldn"t tell me something more about it, or else introduce me to someone who could, and then I thought I"d see if I couldn"t get something of the kind to do as soon as possible. My nerves are good; I"m muscular, and I"ve got a steady hand; it seemed to me that this was about the only line of work in the world that I"m fitted for. I wanted to get started to-day if I could."
Old Frank gave him a long stare. At first this scrutiny was sharply incredulous; then it was grave; finally it developed into a threat of overwhelming laughter; a forked vein in his forehead became more visible and his eyes seemed about to protrude.
But he controlled his impulse; and, rising, took up his hat and overcoat. "All right," he said. "If you"ll promise not to get blown up, I"ll go with you to see if we can find the job." Then, meaning what he said, but amazed that he did mean it, he added: "You certainly are the most practical young man I ever met!"
Chapter x.x.xIII
They found the job. It needed an apprenticeship of only six weeks, during which period George was to receive fifteen dollars a week; after that he would get twenty-eight. This settled the apartment question, and f.a.n.n.y was presently established in a greater contentment than she had known for a long time. Early every morning she made something she called (and believed to be) coffee for George, and he was gallant enough not to undeceive her. She lunched alone in her "kitchenette," for George"s place of employment was ten miles out of town on an interurban trolley-line, and he seldom returned before seven. f.a.n.n.y found partners for bridge by two o"clock almost every afternoon, and she played until about six. Then she got George"s "dinner clothes" out for him--he maintained this habit--and she changed her own dress. When he arrived he usually denied that he was tired, though he sometimes looked tired, particularly during the first few months; and he explained to her frequently--looking bored enough with her insistence--that his work was "fairly light, and fairly congenial, too." f.a.n.n.y had the foggiest idea of what it was, though she noticed that it roughened his hands and stained them. "Something in those new chemical works," she explained to casual inquirers. It was not more definite in her own mind.
Respect for George undoubtedly increased within her, however, and she told him she"d always had a feeling he might "turn out to be a mechanical genius, or something." George a.s.sented with a nod, as the easiest course open to him. He did not take a hand at bridge after dinner: his provisions" for f.a.n.n.y"s happiness refused to extend that far, and at the table d"hote he was a rather discouraging boarder. He was considered "affected" and absurdly "up-stage" by the one or two young men, and the three or four young women, who enlivened the elderly retreat; and was possibly less popular there than he had been elsewhere during his life, though he was now nothing worse than a coldly polite young man who kept to himself. After dinner he would escort his aunt from the table in some state (not wholly unaccompanied by a leerish wink or two from the wags of the place) and he would leave her at the door of the communal parlours and card rooms, with a formality in his bow of farewell which afforded an amusing contrast to f.a.n.n.y"s always voluble protests. (She never failed to urge loudly that he really must come and play, just this once, and not go hiding from everybody in his room every evening like this!) At least some of the other inhabitants found the contrast amusing, for sometimes, as he departed stiffly toward the elevator, leaving her still entreating in the doorway (though with one eye already on her table, to see that it was not seized) a t.i.tter would follow him which he was no doubt meant to hear. He did not care whether they laughed or not.
And once, as he pa.s.sed the one or two young men of the place entertaining the three or four young women, who were elbowing and jerking on a settee in the lobby, he heard a voice inquiring quickly, as he pa.s.sed:
"What makes people tired?"
"Work?"
"No."
"Well, what"s the answer?"
Then, with an intentional outbreak of mirth, the answer was given by two loudly whispering voices together:
"A stuck-up boarder!"
George didn"t care.
On Sunday mornings f.a.n.n.y went to church and George took long walks. He explored the new city, and found it hideous, especially in the early spring, before the leaves of the shade trees were out. Then the town was f.a.gged with the long winter and blacked with the heavier smoke that had been held close to the earth by the smoke-fog it bred. Every-thing was damply streaked with the soot: the walls of the houses, inside and out, the gray curtains at the windows, the windows themselves, the dirty cement and unswept asphalt underfoot, the very sky overhead. Throughout this murky season he continued his explorations, never seeing a face he knew--for, on Sunday, those whom he remembered, or who might remember him, were not apt to be found within the limits of the town, but were congenially occupied with the new outdoor life which had come to be the mode since his boyhood. He and f.a.n.n.y were pretty thoroughly buried away within the bigness of the city.
One of his Sunday walks, that spring, he made into a sour pilgrimage.
It was a misty morning of belated snow slush, and suited him to a perfection of miserableness, as he stood before the great dripping department store which now occupied the big plot of ground where once had stood both the Amberson Hotel and the Amberson Opera House. From there he drifted to the old "Amberson Block," but this was fallen into a back-water; business had stagnated here. The old structure had not been replaced, but a cavernous entryway for trucks had been torn in its front, and upon the cornice, where the old separate metal letters had spelt "Amberson Block," there was a long billboard sign: "Doogan Storage."
To spare himself nothing, he went out National Avenue and saw the piles of slush-covered wreckage where the Mansion and his mother"s house had been, and where the Major"s ill-fated five "new" houses had stood; for these were down, too, to make room for the great tenement already shaped in unending lines of foundation. But the Fountain of Neptune was gone at last--and George was glad that it was!
He turned away from the devastated site, thinking bitterly that the only Amberson mark still left upon the town was the name of the boulevard--Amberson Boulevard. But he had reckoned without the city council of the new order, and by an unpleasant coincidence, while the thought was still in his mind, his eye fell upon a metal oblong sign upon the lamppost at the corner. There were two of these little signs upon the lamp-post, at an obtuse angle to each other, one to give pa.s.sers-by the name of National Avenue, the other to acquaint them with Amberson Boulevard. But the one upon which should have been stenciled "Amberson Boulevard" exhibited the words "Tenth Street."
George stared at it hard. Then he walked quickly along the boulevard to the next corner and looked at the little sign there. "Tenth Street."
It had begun to rain, but George stood unheeding, staring at the little sign. "d.a.m.n them!" he said finally, and, turning up his coat-collar, plodded back through the soggy streets toward "home."
The utilitarian impudence of the city authorities put a thought into his mind. A week earlier he had happened to stroll into the large parlour of the apartment house, finding it empty, and on the center table he noticed a large, red-bound, gilt-edged book, newly printed, bearing the t.i.tle: "A Civic History," and beneath the t.i.tle, the rubric, "Biographies of the 500 Most Prominent Citizens and Families in the History of the City." He had glanced at it absently, merely noticing the t.i.tle and sub-t.i.tle, and wandered out of the room, thinking of other things and feeling no curiosity about the book. But he had thought of it several times since with a faint, vague uneasiness; and now when he entered the lobby he walked directly into the parlour where he had seen the book. The room was empty, as it always was on Sunday mornings, and the flamboyant volume was still upon the table--evidently a fixture as a sort of local Almanach de Gotha, or Burke, for the enlightenment of tenants and boarders.
He opened it, finding a few painful steel engravings of placid, chin-bearded faces, some of which he remembered dimly; but much more numerous, and also more unfamiliar to him, were the pictures of neat, aggressive men, with clipped short hair and clipped short moustaches--almost all of them strangers to him. He delayed not long with these, but turned to the index where the names of the five hundred Most Prominent Citizens and Families in the History of the City were arranged in alphabetical order, and ran his finger down the column of A"s: