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Over the narrow street stars glittered, dozens and myriads of them.
Literature has little enough to say of the heartaches and the heartburns of the Sara Jukes and the Hattie Krakows and the Eddie Blaneys. Medical science concedes them a hollow organ for keeping up the circulation. Yet Mrs. Van Ness' heartbreak over the death of her Chinese terrier, w.a.n.g, claims a first-page column in the morning edition; her heartburn--a complication of midnight terrapin and the strain of her most recent role of corespondent--obtains her a suite de luxe in a private sanitarium.
Vivisectionists believe the dog is less sensitive to pain than man; so the social vivisectionists, in problem plays and best sellers, are more concerned with the heartaches and heartburns of the cla.s.ses. But a.n.a.lysis would show that the sediment of salt in Sara Juke's and Mrs.
Van Ness' tears is equal.
Indeed, when Sara Juke stepped out of the street car on a golden Sunday morning in October, her heart beat higher and more full of emotion than Mrs. Van Ness could find at that breakfast hour, reclining on her fine linen pillows, an electric ma.s.sage and a four-dollar-an-hour ma.s.seuse forcing her sluggish blood to flow.
Eddie Blaney gently helped Sara to alight, cupping the point of her elbow in his hand; and they stood huddled for a moment by the roadway while the car whizzed past, leaving them in the yellow and ocher, saffron and crimson countryside.
"Gee! Gee-whiz!"
"See! I told you. And you not wanting to come when I called for you this morning--you trying to dodge me and the swellest Indian summer Sunday on the calendar!"
"Looka!"
"Wait! We ain't started yet, if you think this is swell."
"Oh! Let's go over in them woods. Let's." Her lips were apart and pink crept into her cheeks, effacing the dark rims of pain beneath her eyes.
"Let's hurry."
"Sure; that's where we're going--right over in there, where the woods look like they're on fire; but, gee, this ain't nothing to the country places I know round here. This ain't nothing. Wait!"
The ardor of the inspired guide was his, and with each exclamation from her the joy of his task doubled itself.
"If you think this is great, wait--just you wait. Gee, if you like this, what would you have said to the farm? Wait till we get to the top of the hill."
Fallen leaves, crisp as paper, crackled pleasantly under their feet; and through the haze that is October's veil glowed a reddish sun, vague as an opal. A footpath crawled like a serpent through the woods and they followed it, kicking up the leaves before them, pausing, darting, exclaiming.
"I--Honest, Mr. Blaney, I--"
"Eddie!"
"Eddie, I--I never did feel so--I never was so--so--Aw, I can't say it."
Tears sprang to her eyes.
"Sure, you never was. I never was, neither, before--before--"
"Before what?"
"Before I had to."
"Had to?"
"Yeh; both of them. Bleedin' all the time. Didn't see nothing but red for 'leven months."
"You!"
"Yeh; three years ago. Looked like Arizona on a stretcher for me."
"You--so big and strong and all!"
He smiled at her and his teeth flashed.
"Gad, little girl, if you got a right to be scared, whatta you think I had? I seen your card over at the clinic last night, and you ain't got no right to have that down-and-out look on you had this morning. If you think you got something to be scared at you looka my old card at the clinic some day; they keep it for show. You oughtta seen me the day I quit the s.h.i.+pping room, right over at the t.i.tanic, too, and then see whether you got something to be scared at."
"You--you used to work there?"
"Six years."
"I--I ain't scared no more, Eddie; honest, I ain't!"
"Gee, I should say not! They ain't even sending you up to the farm."
"No, no! They're going to get me a job. A regular outdoor, on-the-level kind of a job. A grand old doc, with whiskers! I ain't a regular one, Eddie; just the bottom of one lung don't make a regular one."
"Well, I guess not, poor little missy. Well, I guess not."
"Three months he said, Eddie. Three months of right livin' like this, and air and all, and I'll be as round as a peach, he said. Said it hisself, without me asking--that's how scared I was. Round as a peach!"
"You can't beat that gang over there at the clinic, little missy. They took me out of the department when all the spring water I knew about ran out of a keg. Even when they got me out on the farm--a grown-up guy like me--for a week I thought the crow in the rooster was a sidewalk faker.
You can't beat that, little missy."
"He's a grand old man, with whiskers, that's going to get me the job.
Then in three months I--"
"Three months nothing! That gang won't let you slip back after the three months. They took a extra s.h.i.+ne to me because I did the prize-pupil stunt; but they won't let anybody slip back if they give 'em half a chance. When they got me sound again, did they s.h.i.+p me back to the s.h.i.+pping department in the sub-bas.e.m.e.nt? Not muchy! Looka me now, little missy! Clerk in their biggest display; in three months a raise to ninety dollars. Can you beat it? Ninety dollars would send all the s.h.i.+pping clerks of the world off in a faint."
"Gee, it--it's swell!"
"And--"
"Look! Look!"
"Persimmons!" A golden mound of them lay at the base of a tree, piled up against the hole, bursting, brown. "Persimmons! Here; taste one, little missy. They're fine."
"Eat 'em?"
"Sure!"
She bit into one gently; then with appet.i.te.
"M-m-m! Good!"
"Want another?"