Ester Ried Yet Speaking Part 30
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One was gone out from it. Whither? None knew, few cared; and there were such crowds and _crowds_ left, how could he be missed?
One missed him,--an abused, insulted, downtrodden woman. One whom, years before, he had promised to love and cherish until death parted them, and had broken the vows almost as soon as taken, and never renewed them again. Yet that woman wept bitter tears over his absence; watched for him, listened nightly for his staggering footsteps; rose up from her heap of straw in the corner in the middle of the night, and set wide open the cellar door, and listened to the angry voices floating down to her from some drunken brawl further up the street, if, perchance, she might hear _his_; listened, and held her breath, and quivered all over with hope and fear: then crept back to her miserable bed, covered her head with the ragged quilt, and cried herself into a few hours of forgetfulness.
"She is crying herself to death about him!" Mart said. There was surprise mingled with awe in her voice.
She told it to Dirk, and the two stood thoughtfully for a moment looking out at the one window. They carefully avoided looking at each other.
They did not understand. To them there was simply relief in the father's absence. They had no trace of love for him in their hearts. The word "father" meant nothing to them but misery. Still there was that in them which respected the mother's grief; they tried to s.h.i.+eld her. Dirk, of his own thoughtfulness, brought home a bit of tea in a paper, and bought half a pint of milk at the corner bakery; and Mart took lessons of Sallie, and made a delicate slice of toast, and borrowed Sallie's one cup and saucer to serve the tea in. She was disappointed that the mother cried, and could hardly drink the tea. She was even almost vexed that the mother said with tears that "poor Jock always did like tea so _much_, and she had always thought that maybe if he could have had it hot and strong he would not have taken to the drink."
Mart had no faith in this, no belief that anything in her father's past life could have kept him from the drink; but she held herself silent, and let the tears have their way. All the time she had in her heart one great solemn regret. There was one who would have helped her father; would and could have saved him, even from rum. What if she, his daughter, had known the Lord Jesus, and could have taken the miserable father to Him and had him transformed! Mart had no doubt about _His_ power to do it. An unanswerable argument had been given her. No infidel need try to a.s.sail her now.
But the father! Why had everybody kept silence, and let him sink away?
Awful!
Why had not she known Christ? Why had she not listened to Sallie but a week before? Why had not Dirk learned the way and saved his father? An awful problem! Mart's life must henceforth be shadowed by it.
Meantime what was Mrs. Roberts to do for this new-born soul? How was she to help her, and, through her, to help her brother?
She, in her elegant home, sat down to study this problem.
Life at East Fifty-fifth Street was so far removed from life in the alley that she knew nothing about the missing father. Days pa.s.sed, and, busy with many claims of society, she had made no movement toward helping the girl, and knew as yet no way to do it; yet she carried her on her heart. Monday evening came and went, and still she had been detained from any effort.
One afternoon her thoughts shaped themselves into action. She would go and see Mart. She would get Dirk to protect her in her journey down the alley; also, in accomplis.h.i.+ng this, she would accomplish another thing.
She would call on Dirk at his place of business. The chief of the office was a Christian man; yet she had reason to believe that he knew less about Dirk, and cared much less for him, than he did for his little dog, who sat in the window and barked at pa.s.sers-by.
She had no difficulty in securing attention. Ladies were not often admitted, but a card bearing the name "Mrs. Evan Roberts" was sufficient pa.s.sport among any of the business men of the city.
Mr. Stone was more than ready, he was eager to serve her. What could he do for the elegantly-dressed lady whose carriage waited at the door, while she came in person among the bales and boxes? Her business must be urgent.
It was. Could she speak with Mr. Colson just for a moment? She would not detain him long; but she wished to make an appointment with him for the next day.
"Mr. Colson!" The chief and his perplexed a.s.sistant looked at each other thoughtfully, and shook their heads. There was no such person connected with their establishment. She must have the wrong number.
No; she was positive.
"He told me only three days ago that he was in your employ. He is on the third floor, I believe."
The gentlemen looked at each other again.
"Colson!" repeated Mr. Stone. "There is certainly a mistake. Briggs is in charge on the third floor front, and d.i.c.kson has the back rooms. No, Mrs. Roberts, we have no such name among our men, I am positive."
But Mrs. Roberts gently held her ground. She was sure she was not mistaken, for she had talked with him about his work and the different men. He was in Mr. Briggs' department, she felt quite sure. He was not a foreman, she explained, but quite a young man; had been there but a few weeks, and Dr. Everett was the one who had interested himself in securing the place.
Light of some sort began to dawn on the perplexed faces of the gentlemen.
"Can she mean black Dirk, do you suppose?" questioned the elder, looking hard at his a.s.sociate.
Then came the sweet voice of the visitor.
"Oh, no; he is not a colored gentleman. His name is Colson,--Mr. Derrick Colson."
"That is the one," said the gentleman, quickly. Should he laugh or be annoyed?
It took but a moment after that to summon "Mr. Derrick Colson." Black he was, certainly, not only by reason of his naturally dark skin, but because of the grimy work, whatever it was, which fell to his lot. His big ap.r.o.n was soiled with ink and oil, and daubed with bits of dark color which seemed not to be either.
He came forward with his usual shambling gait, and an additional shade of sullenness apparent on his face, but it glowed a swarthy red when he recognized the lady.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Colson," she said, and she held forth her delicately-gloved hand.
His own went forward to meet it; then drew suddenly back.
"It is not clean enough," he said; "there's ink or something on it."'
But the lavender kids were not withdrawn.
"Never mind the ink; a little honest soil never hurt anybody," and the rough, dark hand was taken in her own.
Then occurred a few moments' chat; at least the lady chatted with easy familiarity. She referred to the "Social Parlors," to the "Monday Evenings," to Miss Dennis' "Musicale," to half a dozen themes about which the bewildered gentlemen within hearing knew nothing.
Could it be that the low-voiced, gentle lady was trying to give _them_ a lesson as well as to talk with Dirk? Finally she made an appointment for the next afternoon. Would his employer be so kind as to excuse him for an hour, if convenient? Certainly, it would be convenient to please Mrs.
Evan Roberts.
Dirk was very much embarra.s.sed. He blushed and stammered, and did not know how to answer any of the kindnesses; but there were two things during the interview which gave Mrs. Roberts more pleasure than you, perhaps, are able to understand.
One was, that at sight of her he had suddenly s.n.a.t.c.hed off the paper cap which he wore, and the other, that having set it again on his head as he turned from her, he glanced back from the door, and, in answer to her bow and smile, lifted the ugly little cap with an air that was an exact imitation of young Ried, and yet so well done that you would not have thought of it as an imitation.
Mrs. Roberts could have clapped her hands; but she did not. Instead she said, sweetly:--
"I am very glad that Mr. Colson is in the employ of a Christian gentleman. He is greatly in need of help from all Christian sources, and I am sure there is that in him which will respond to judicious effort."
Then she let the bewildered man attend her to her carriage, and went her way rejoicing.
But there were plans being laid for her at that moment of which she knew nothing.
To-morrow she would go and see the golden-haired girl. In a neatly-packed basket she had certain things, among them a bonnet and a sack that she knew would fit the hair and face, and she believed would give Mart pleasure. If only she could contrive a natural way to give them to her, and there could be planned ways of keeping them safe from the p.a.w.nbroker's grasp. All this time she knew nothing of the fact that the hand which had grasped for years to furnish the p.a.w.nbroker was stilled forever. It had not once occurred to Dirk to tell her. It is a solemn fact that in this greater excitement he had actually forgotten it! As for the "Christian employer," he did not know of it to tell. He had not so much as known whether black Dirk had a father or not. He was simply a street rough, whom Dr. Everett was trying experiments with; and because there was an unusual pressure on the office, and poor help was better than none, he was helping the experiment.
However, when Dirk went home from the office that night he remembered that the father was gone.
Mart met him at the door, a look of solemn determination on her face.
"Dirk," she said, "_she's_ going; as sure as you live, she's going.
She's been bad all the afternoon. Sallie says that Mark's doctor will come to see her,--she knows he will, and Mark shall go for him as soon as he comes home; but I don't mean to wait for no doctor. I want _her_ to come. _She_ knows the way, and I want mother to be told it right, so there won't be no mistake. You go for her, Dirk, right off straight.
There ain't any time to lose, for I tell you now she's _going_. She's been failing all along, you know, and she has just cried herself down.
Dirk, will you go for _her_ as fast as you can?"
The confusion of p.r.o.nouns might have bewildered you. They did not Dirk.
"_Her_" meant to him exactly what it did to Mart. He could not think how it could possibly mean any other person. But this was astounding news about his mother! It was one thing to have a father disappear, whom he had simply feared, until he had learned to hate; it was quite another thing to talk about the going away of the only one who had ever tried to mend his clothes, and who had sat up nights to wash them when she could.
Ester Ried Yet Speaking Part 30
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