"And if they"d only come out flat in the beginning and admitted: "Sure, it"s a fight--we know that--a finish fight between women like you and women like us," I could have liked "em for it. If they"d said: "We want these things, so do you, and only men can buy "em--take "em if you can,"
that woulda been all right with me. But did they? You know the answer.
They were telling _me_ not to rough it, while _they_ all the while, every chance they got, were hitting in the clinches! They were chirping to me, "Oh, see how lovely the things of the spirit are," while they were hanging with a death grip to everything material that they could get their hands on. I"d been honest with them--sincere. And with me they had been as hypocritical as h.e.l.l!
"But when finally I made "em see that I was on, and that I was in earnest, it sobered them. They quit then that line of chatter. They were battling now, and they pulled another one. Sure, just what you called it a minute ago. The old line of stuff. They pulled that. They tried to scare me. Me! But I wouldn"t scare, not for a cent. I was already scared half crazy--scared of matrimony with a drummer with false teeth.
""h.e.l.l!" That was what they threatened me with. "h.e.l.l," they tried to warn me. ""How do you know?" I came back at "em. "How do you know?
Maybe there"s been slander here. Maybe it"s not so hot. Maybe it"s only semitropical!" And they couldn"t beat that. They couldn"t even tie it.
But they went right on trying.
""The wages of sin,"--they began. But I beat "em to that punch.
""They"re d.a.m.ned fine wages," I said. The cuss-word slipped out. I was always sorry about that. I always aimed to be awful respectful.
"They"re d.a.m.ned fine wages! A car to ride around in,--sure, merely material just like yours, but better than a strap in the subway with all the men sitting down. And clothes--not shoddy rags. Clothes! Silk things, with lace on "em, and rosebuds. And a place to live in with trees in the lobby and a tub level with the bath-room floor, and a chaise-something-or-other." Oh, I"d been reading! I hadn"t been studying for nothing. I knew!
""I want to live in a world where things smell better," I said. "I"m dead tired of a world that stinks!"
"Well, they kept a"trying. I"ll say that for "em. Game--you bet. I don"t believe they overlooked much either. "The gutter," they said.
"I"m in it now," I came back. "Your self-respect," they said. "n.o.body else respects me," I trumped that, "or even cares that I"m alive." And then I went after "em strong. "But give me the car," I said, "and the apartment and the clothes, and see. Why, I"ll have "em walking the length of every hotel dining-room in town, just to be recognized by me!"
"The men," they said. "Sure," I agreed, "the men. Isn"t that what counts? Don"t try to tell me that this isn"t a man"s world. I know!
And won"t they?"
"That stopped "em for a minute. They didn"t want to answer. They thought an awful lot of the truth at times, for folks that"d lie to themselves all day long. "Won"t they?" I wouldn"t quit it. I made "em come through.
""Perhaps," they admitted then. Alas, that was the way of the world.
But it was wrong!
""Sure," I agreed again. "Sure. You"re telling me no news. But if the whole world"s wrong, who am I to stand out? Who am I?" I wanted to know.
"Let"s make it unanimous."
""The wages of sin," they tried it again. They"d expected to put me down for the count with that one, and they hated to see it go to waste.
""Can you show me something just as good?" I asked. "Half as good? A tenth as good? I want to be straight. I"d rather be straight. Here"s a proposition. You folks have got more than you can ever spend on yourselves. Pool a little of it--ten of you--and give me a job that you don"t figure sinful. I"m willing to work. I"ve proved that to you.
Guarantee me something a tenth as good as the wages I"ve mentioned, at the end of ten years--I"ll not be thirty then; I"ll take a chance on still being able to enjoy "em--guarantee me that and I"ll scrub floors for you in the meantime."
"And then they pulled the prize crack of them all. I hadn"t heard it before. It was a new one on me.
""Virtue," they said, "virtue is its own reward."
"Honest, I laughed. I couldn"t help it. I didn"t want them to see that I was wise to them. I didn"t even want to hurt their feelings. It was pretty serious to them, this step that I was taking. But I couldn"t help it. I laughed. And then I got mad.
""Virtue is its own reward? Is it?" I asked. "Is it? Go out there and stand on Fifth Avenue," I said, "and watch "em roll by. Your daughter!
And yours! And yours! Ten thousand of "em, no younger than I am, no prettier, and no more moral right now. Go out and watch them roll by and then try to tell me that. Violets and silver fox! Is virtue their only reward?"
"Well, they"d not meant it the same way, in my case. I kept getting "em wrong, they said. They"d meant it in the abstract, applied to me. "But what about the wages of sin, in my case?" Had they been abstract there?
"Death--the gutter." That was concrete, wasn"t it? It sounded like bedrock to me. Then they wanted to explain. I wouldn"t let "em.
""If you had been on the level I could have respected you," I said. "If you had told me, sure this is a selfish world and we are of it, I"d have liked you fine. I"m strong for a rascal, if he"s an honest rascal. But I hate a hypocrite."
"I"d got "em between me and the ropes where I wanted "em, at last.
""I"ve wasted two whole years," I shot it over from the shoulder. "Two whole years, trying to compete with them"--I nodded toward the Avenue--"according to their own rules. And you"ve been coaching me, when all the while you knew I was licked, that way, before I started. Now let _them_ compete with _me_, according to _my_ rules, for a change. Let them run to their dressmakers and order their gowns a little lower and their skirts a little higher and lie to themselves and say they must keep in style, when they know they"ve got to keep their men and don"t care how they do it. Let _them_ try it--d.a.m.n "em!"
"I shouldn"t have cussed. But I couldn"t help it. I was bitter. If they"d only been frank and man-to-man about it. The toughest birds in the world stand in the middle of the ring and shake hands before they try to murder each other. If they"d just said, "This is no pretty game, this is a finish fight," I"d have loved "em for it. I guess women can"t be frank and man-to-man.
"One set of rewards for me--and one for them! Abstract for me--and concrete for them! Two sets of rules! It"s time some authority drafted a new set, to cover both ends of this deal. But in the meantime--"I don"t want to play that way," I said. "I"d rather fight!""
Abruptly she stopped.
"And I"ve been fighting ever since," she spoke in a less urgent fashion.
"And I"m going to keep on fighting--right up to the end. But you--is that the kind of stuff they slipped you too, Cele?"
Cecille had been listening without a sound, her eyes clinging to Felicity"s face, which was twisted, somewhat awry.
"Is that what they slipped you too?"
Cecille licked her lips. They were dry.
"I--I guess so."
"And that suits you? You think that"s fair and square?"
"I don"t know," Cecille whispered dully. "I don"t know."
"Then it"s time you found out," Felicity flung at her fiercely. "I had to. It was put up to me just as cold. I didn"t want to, any more than you do. They aren"t my rules; they"re theirs! But I had to decide. And it"s time you figured it out."
Again Cecille touched her lip with the tip of her tongue.
"I"ve been trying to," she faltered. "But I--it don"t seem to me as though I want as much as you do. I"d be content with oh-so-little. With a home, and a--and a man from whom I didn"t shrink when he touched me and--and--" She could go no further. That was too vivid, too intimate.
It was Felicity who displayed her feelings at the end. And already she was beginning to scorn herself for having paraded them.
"Oh-so-little!" she mocked. She did not mean to be derisive. "Just that! Just a home--just a man--a real man--content!"
"Would you be?" Cecille asked the question unaware of the other"s irony.
"Say, who do you think I am," she asked, "to try to dictate terms like that to life? _What_ do you think I am? A champion? Because that"s what you"re talking now. The whole purse--or nothing! I _know_ my limits. I"m going to be glad to get a fair percentage split for my share. A home! A man! Content! I get you at last, Cecille. It"s you who"d better come to. For whether you know it or not, you"re talking winner--take--all!"
She rose then. She shrugged her arms and stretched them high above her head, and all visible emotion slipped from her like a discarded garment.
"And that"s _that_!" she stated easily. She went back to the mirror and adjusted her veil. Then came a brief and awkward moment.
"Well, I guess I"ll be going," she said. "The rent"s paid a month in advance. Don"t let that Shylock landlord gyp you."
"I won"t," said Cecille.
"Well, I guess I"ll be going." She picked up her bag. They did not kiss each other.
"Well--so-long."