And there was the money.
Helen"s idea of money, in her happy, care-free girlhood, had been that it was one of the common necessities of life; and she accepted it as she did the sunshine--something she was ent.i.tled to; something everybody had. She learned the fallacy of this, of course, when she attempted to earn her own living; but in marrying the son of the rich John Denby, she had expected to step back into the sunshine, as it were. It was not easy now to adjust herself to the change.
She did not like the idea of asking for every penny she spent, and it seemed as if she was always having to ask Burke for money; and, though he invariably handed it over with a nervously quick, "Why, yes, certainly! I don"t mean you to have to ask for it, Helen"; yet she thought she detected a growing irritation in his manner each time. And on the last occasion he had added a dismayed "But I hadn"t any idea you could have got out so soon as this again!" And it made her feel very uncomfortable indeed.
As if _she_ were to blame that it took so much b.u.t.ter and coffee and sugar and stuff just to get three meals a day! And as if it were her fault that that horrid cookbook was always calling for something she did not have, like mace, or summer savory, or thyme, and she had to run out and buy a pound of it! Didn"t he suppose it took _some_ money to stock up with things, when one hadn"t a thing to begin with?
Helen had been on the point of saying something of this sort to her husband, simply as a matter of self-justification, when there unexpectedly came a most delightful solution of her difficulty.
It was the grocer who pointed the way.
"Why don"t you open an account with us, Mrs. Denby?" he asked smilingly one day, in reply to her usual excuse that she could not buy something because she did not have the money to pay for it.
"An account? What"s that? That wouldn"t make me have any more money, would it? Father was always talking about accounts--good ones and bad ones. He kept a store, you know. But I never knew what they were, exactly. I never thought of asking. I never had to pay any attention to money at home. What is an account? How can I get one?"
"Why, you give your orders as usual, but let the payment go until the end of the month," smiled the grocer. "We"ll charge it--note it down, you know--then send the bill to your husband."
"And I won"t have to ask him for any money?"
"Not to pay us." The man"s lips twitched a little.
"Oh, that would be just grand," she sighed longingly. "I"d like that.
And it"s something the way we"re buying our furniture, isn"t it?--installments, you know."
The grocer"s lips twitched again.
"Er--y-yes, only we send a bill for the entire month."
"And he pays it? Oh, I see. That"s just grand! And he"d like it all right, wouldn"t he?--because of course he"d have to pay some time, anyhow. And this way he wouldn"t have to have me bothering him so much all the time asking for money. Oh, thank you. You"re very kind. I think I will do that way if you don"t mind."
"We shall be glad to have you, Mrs. Denby. So we"ll call that settled.
And now you can begin right away this morning."
"And can I get those canned peaches and pears and plums, and the grape jelly that I first looked at?"
"Certainly--if you decide you want "em," mumbled the grocer, throwing the last six words as a sop to his conscience which was beginning to stir unpleasantly.
"Oh, yes, I want "em," averred Helen, her eager eyes sweeping the alluringly laden shelves before her. "I wanted them all the time, you know, only I didn"t have enough money to pay for them. Now it"ll be all right because Burke"ll pay--I mean, Mr. Denby," she corrected with a conscious blush, suddenly remembering what her husband had said the night before about her calling him "Burke" so much to strangers.
Helen found she wanted not only the fruits and jelly, but several other cans of soups, meats, and vegetables. And it was such a comfort, for once, to select what she wanted, and not have to count up the money in her purse! She was radiantly happy when she went home from market that morning (instead of being tired and worried as was usually the case); and the glow on her face lasted all through the day and into the evening--so much so that even Burke must have noticed it, for he told her he did not know when he had seen her looking so pretty. And he gave her an extra kiss or two when he greeted her.
The second month of housekeeping proved to be a great improvement over the first. It was early in that month that Helen learned the joy and comfort of having "an account" at her grocer"s. And she soon discovered that not yet had she probed this delight to its depths, for not only the grocer, but the fishman and the butcher were equally kind, and allowed her to open accounts with them. Coincident with this came the discovery that there were such inst.i.tutions as bakeries and delicatessen shops, which seemed to have been designed especially to meet the needs of just such hara.s.sed little martyr housewives as she herself was; for in them one might buy bread and cakes and pies and even salads and cold meats, and fish b.a.l.l.s. One might, indeed, with these delectable organizations at hand, snap one"s fingers at all the cookbooks in the world--cookbooks that so miserably failed to cook!
The baker and the little Dutch delicatessen man, too (when they found out who she was), expressed themselves as delighted to open an account; and with the disagreeable necessity eliminated of paying on the spot for what one ordered, and with so great an a.s.sortment of ready-to-eat foods to select from, Helen found her meal-getting that second month a much simpler matter.
Then, too, Helen was much happier now that she did not have to ask her husband for money. She accepted what he gave her, and thanked him; but she said nothing about her new method of finance.
"I"m going to keep it secret till the stores send him the bills," said Helen to herself. "Then I"ll show him what a lot I"ve saved from what he has given me, and he"ll be so glad to pay things all at once without being bothered with my everlasting teasing!"
She only smiled, therefore, enigmatically, when he said one day, as he pa.s.sed over the money:--
"Jove, girl! I quite forgot. You must be getting low. But I"m glad you didn"t have to ask me for it, anyhow!"
Ask him for it, indeed! How pleased he would be when he found out that she was never going to ask him for money again!
Helen was meaning to be very economical these days. When she went to market she always saw several things she would have liked, that she did not get, for of course she wanted to make the bills as small as she could. Naturally Burke would wish her to do that. She tried to save, too, a good deal of the money Burke gave her; but that was not always possible, for there were her own personal expenses. True, she did not need many clothes--but she was able to pick up a few bargains in bows and collars (one always needed fresh neckwear, of course); and she found some lovely silk stockings, too, that were very cheap, so she bought several pairs--to save money. And of course there were always car-fares and a soda now and then, or a little candy.
There were the "movies" too. She had fallen into the way of going rather frequently to the Empire with her neighbor on the same floor. It did her good, and got her out of herself. (She had read only recently how every wife should have some recreation; it was a duty she owed herself and her husband--to keep herself youthful and attractive.) She got lonesome and nervous, sitting at home all day; and now that she had systematized her housekeeping so beautifully by buying almost everything all cooked, she had plenty of leisure. Of course she would have preferred to go to the Olympia Theater. They had a stock company there, and real plays. But their cheapest seats were twenty-five cents, while she might go to the Empire for ten. So very bravely she put aside her expensive longings, and chose the better part--economy and the movies. Besides, Mrs. Jones, the neighbor on the same floor, said that, for her part, she liked the movies the best,--you got "such a powerful lot more for your dough."
Mrs. Jones always had something bright and original like that to say--Helen liked her very much! Indeed, she told Burke one day that Mrs.
Jones was almost as good as a movie show herself. Burke, however, did not seem to care for Mrs. Jones. For that matter, he did not care for the movies, either.
No matter where Helen went in the afternoon, she was always very careful to be at home before Burke. She hoped she knew what pertained to being a perfect wife better than to be careless about matters like that! Mrs.
Jones was not always so particular in regard to her husband--which only served to give Helen a pleasant, warm little feeling of superiority at the difference.
Perhaps Mrs. Jones detected the superiority, for sometimes she laughed, and said:--
"All right, we"ll go if you must; but you"ll soon get over it. This lovey-dovey-I"m-right-here-hubby business is all very well for a while, but--you wait!"
"All right, I"m waiting. But--you see!" Helen always laughed back, bridling prettily.
Hurrying home from shopping or the theater, therefore, Helen always stopped and got her potato salad and cold meat, or whatever else she needed. And the meal was invariably on the table before Burke"s key sounded in the lock.
Helen was, indeed, feeling quite as if she were beginning to realize her vision now. Was she not each night the loving, daintily gowned wife welcoming her husband to a well-ordered, attractive home? There was even quite frequently a bouquet of flowers on the dinner table. Somewhere she had read that flowers always added much to a meal; and since then she had bought them when she felt that she could afford them. And in the market there were almost always some cheap ones, only a little faded. Of course, she never bought the fresh, expensive ones.
After dinner there was the long evening together. Sometimes they went to walk, after the dishes were done--Burke had learned to dry dishes beautifully. More often they stayed at home and played games, or read--Burke was always wanting to read. Sometimes they just talked, laying wonderful plans about the fine new house they were going to build. Now that Helen did not have to ask Burke for money, there did not seem to be so many occasions when he was fretful and nervous; and they were much happier together.
All things considered, therefore, Helen felt, indeed, before this second month of housekeeping was over, that she had now "got things nicely to running."
CHAPTER VI
THE HUSBAND
Burke Denby had never given any thought as to whether he were going to be a perfect husband or not. He had wanted to marry Helen, and he had married her. That was all there was to it, except, of course, that they had got to show his father that they could make good.
So far as being a husband--good, bad, or indifferent--was concerned, Burke was not giving any more thought to it now than he had given before his marriage. He was quite too busy giving thought to other matters--many other matters.
There was first his work. He hated it. He hated the noise, the smell, the grime, the overalls, the men he worked with, the smug superciliousness of his especial "boss." He felt abused and indignant that he had to endure it all. As if it were necessary to put him through such a course of sprouts as this! As if, when the time came, he could not run the business successfully without all these years of dirt and torture! Was an engineer, then, made to _build_ an engine before he could be taught to handle the throttle? Was a child made to set the type of a primer before he could be taught his letters? Of course not! But they were making him not only set the type, but go down into the mines and dig the stuff the type was made of before they would teach him his letters. Yet they pretended it all must be done if he would ever learn to read--that is, to run the Denby Iron Works. Bah! He had a mind to chuck it all. He would if it weren"t for dad. Dad hated quitters. And dad was looking wretched enough, as it was.
And that was another thing--dad.
Undeniably Burke was very unhappy over his father. He did not like to think of him, yet his face was always before him, pale and drawn, as he had seen it at that first interview after his return. As the days pa.s.sed, Burke, in spite of his wish not to see his father, found himself continually seizing every opportunity that might enable him to see him.
Daily he found himself haunting doorways and corridors, quite out of his way, when there was a chance that his father might pa.s.s.