In the deep hush that falls on even a great city before the early life of the next day begins, Mrs. Bute opened her eyes and called, "Clara!"
"Right here, momsy, dear, holding your hand."
"It"s strange--I can"t see you--I feel so much better, too--sort of rested. It does--seem now--as if I--might get--a little rest.
Don"t wake me--child--to give me--anything--and rest yourself."
She smiled faintly as she closed her eyes, and very soon Clara could never wake her again. Mildred took the head of the orphan into her lap, and the poor girl at last sobbed herself to sleep.
We will not attempt to follow Mildred"s thoughts as she tried to keep up through the long hours. The murmured words, "I would watch more patiently over Vinton Arnold, did not his proud mother stand between us," suggests the character of some of them. At last, when she was faint from weariness, she heard steps coming up the stairs, and her mother entered, followed by Mrs. Wheaton.
"My dear, brave child, this is too much for you. I"d rather it had been myself a thousand times," Mrs. Jocelyn exclaimed.
"It"s all right, mamma, but the sight of you and good Mrs. Wheaton is more welcome than I can tell you, for I was getting very lonely and tired."
"I"ll stay now hand tend ter heverything," said Mrs. Wheaton, with a stout, cheery kindness that could not be disguised even in her whisper; but Clara awoke with a start and said, "What is it, momsy?"
Then she sprang up, and after a brief glance at her mother threw herself with a long, low cry on the lifeless form.
"Leave hall ter me," said Mrs. Wheaton decidedly, "hand take Miss Jocelyn "ome, for this"ll be too much for "er."
"Ah, mamma dear," sobbed Mildred, "my heart would be broken indeed if that were you."
"Millie, if you love me, come home at once," Mrs. Jocelyn urged.
It was quite light when they gained the street, and after reaching home Mildred was given a warm cup of tea, and left to sleep until late in the day. While she slept, however, there occurred some rather stirring scenes.
Belle, too, slept rather late, but a portentous gloom came into her eyes when told that Mrs. Bute was dead. She did not say very much, but her young face grew older and very resolute while she hastily ate her breakfast. Then she carried something nice to Clara, and found that Mrs. Wheaton had left, a neighbor from the tall tenement having taken her place.
Belle looked at the bereaved girl with half-fearful eyes as if she expected reproaches, and when Clara kissed her in greeting she said "Don"t" so sharply as to excite surprise.
"Belle," said Clara gently, "mother"s at rest."
"That"s more than I am," muttered the girl. "Oh, Clara, I didn"t mean to bring all this trouble on you. That man just caught me in a trap."
"Belle, Belle! why do you blame yourself for all this? It would have come just the same, and probably just as soon, and if it hadn"t been for you I"d been alone, with no friends and no hope."
"Oh, don"t talk to me!" Belle cried; "your mother might have been alive if I hadn"t taken your place. I want to see her."
Clara turned back the covering, and the young girl looked at the dead face with a stern, frowning brow.
"Starved!" she muttered. "I understand why they all looked so black at me now; but why couldn"t some one have told me? He shall know the truth for once; he"s more to blame than I," and she abruptly departed.
Very little later the foreman of the shop on Sixth Avenue was astonished to see her pa.s.sing hastily toward the private office, regardless of the looks of surprise and interest turned toward her on every side, for the events of the night had been very generally whispered around.
"Mr. Schriven"s engaged," he said sharply. "What do you want? Why are you not in your place?"
"I am in my place, but you are not. Stand aside, for I will see Mr. Schriven at once."
"I tell you some one is with him."
"I don"t care if the king"s with him," and darting on one side she reached the office door, and knocked so sharply that the ireful potentate within sprang up himself to see who the inconsiderate intruder was.
"Oh, it"s you," he said, half inclined to laugh in spite of his anger. "I thought I said that, if I employed you, you were not to come to my office again unless I sent for you?"
"I"m not in your employ."
"Indeed! How"s that?" he asked very sharply.
"That is just what I"ve come to explain," was the unflinching reply.
"By-by," remarked Mr. Schriven"s visitor maliciously; "I see you are to be interviewed."
"Very briefly, I a.s.sure you. Good-morning. Now, miss, I give you about one minute to transact your business with me, then the cashier will pay you for two days" work."
"No, sir, he will not. Do you think I"d take money stained with blood?"
"What do you mean? What kind of a girl are you anyway?"
"I"m an honest girl; I believe in G.o.d and the devil--I believe in them both too well to have anything more to do with you unless you can prove you didn"t know any more than I did. You think to frighten me with black looks, but I"ve just come from a greater presence than yours--the presence of one who"ll soon be your master--Death, and death for which you are responsible."
"Good G.o.d! what do you mean?"
"What did you mean by turning off without a word a poor girl--one who for years had done her best for you? What did you mean by making a place for me in that way? Her mother died last night--starved--and I"d have you know that I"d have starved before I"d have taken her place had I known what I know now. Go look at your work at the top of a tenement-house! There"s more flesh on your arm than on that dead woman"s body, and the poor girl herself hadn"t eaten anything for two days when she came here last night. She"d have died, too, if sister Millie hadn"t stayed with her last night. I hope you didn"t know any more than I did. If you did you"ve got to settle with G.o.d and the devil before you"re through with this kind of business."
The man was frightened, for he had meant no deliberate cruelty. He was only practicing the sound political economy of obtaining the most for the least, but in the words and stern face of the child he saw how his act must appear to a mind unwarped by interest and unhardened by selfish years. Moreover, he could not bl.u.s.ter in the presence of death, and the thought that his greed had caused it chilled his heart with a sudden dread. He caught at the extenuation her words suggested, and said gravely, "You are right; I did not know. I would send food from my own table rather than any one should go hungry. I knew nothing about this girl, and no one has told me of her need until this moment. A man at the head of a great business cannot look after details. The best he can do is to manage his business on business principles. To prove that I"m sincere, I"ll take the girl back again at her old wages, although I do not need her."
The man lied in giving a false impression. It was true that he did not single out individuals as objects of intentional cruelty, but his system was hard and remorseless, and crushed like the wheels of Juggernaut, and he purposely shut his eyes to all questions and consequences save those of profit and loss. When compelled to face, through Belle"s eyes, an instance of the practical outcome of his system, he shuddered and trembled, for the moment, and was inclined to ease his conscience by a little ostentatious kindness, especially as the facts in the case bade fair to become known. Men who, unlike Belle, have little fear of G.o.d or the devil, do fear public opinion. The girl interpreted him, however, after her own warm, guileless heart, and in strong revulsion of feeling said, tearfully, "Please forgive me, sir, for speaking as I have. I"ve done you wrong, and I acknowledge it frankly, but I was almost beside myself. We didn"t either of us mean them any harm."
The man could not repress a smile at Belle"s a.s.sociation of herself with him in the guilt of the affair. In fact, he rather liked the idea, for it made his own part seem quite venial after all--an error of ignorance like that of the child"s--so he said kindly, "Indeed, we did not, and now we"ll make amends. You go and see what is needed and let me know, and to-morrow, if you wish, you can take your own place and not any one"s else. You are a smart, good-hearted girl, and by and by I can give you better wages."
"I did you wrong, sir," repeated Belle remorsefully, "and now that you will take Clara back, I"d work for you almost for nothing.
When and where shall I come?" she added humbly; "I don"t wish to seem rude any more."
"Come to my house this evening," and he gave her his number.
"I beg your pardon for what I said. Good-by, sir," and with tearful eyes and downcast face she went to the street, without a glance on either side.
The man sat for a few moments with a heavily contracting brow. At last he stretched out his hand and sighed, "I"d give all there is in this store if my heart was like that girl"s, but here I am at this hour engaged in a transaction which is the devil"s own bargain, and with a firm that can"t help itself because it is in my power.
Hang it all! business is business; I"ll lose a cool thousand unless I carry it through as I"ve begun." He seized his pen and carried it through.
Belle, attended by her father, was not in the least abashed by the elegance of Mr. Schriven"s parlor, as he had rather hoped she would be, but he was much impressed by Mr. Jocelyn"s fine appearance and courtly bearing. "No wonder the girl"s course has been peculiar,"
he thought. "She comes from no common stock. If I"ve ever seen a Southern gentleman, her father"s one, and her plump little body is full of hot Southern blood. She"s a thoroughbred, and that accounts for her smartness and fearlessness. Where other girls would whine and toady to your face, and be sly and catlike behind your back, she"d look you in the eyes and say all she meant point-blank. I"m glad indeed things are taking their present course, for these people could make any man trouble," and he treated his guests very suavely.
Belle soon told her story in a straightforward manner. One of her generous projects was to have a rather grand funeral, with all the girls in the shop attending in a procession. "What a child she is!"
thought Mr. Schriven, with difficulty repressing a laugh, but he proceeded very gravely to induce the girl to take his own practical view.
"In the first place, my child," he said, "that woman died of consumption--she didn"t starve at all."
"I think she died the sooner," Belle faltered.