Friendship Village Part 22

The judge on the bench that'll send me to jail for it, he won't know what he's judgin'. My G.o.d--_my G.o.d!_' he says, leanin' up against the door o' the furnace room, 'to see her sick like this--an' _needin'

things_--when she give herself to me to take care of!'

"Course there wa'n't no talkin' to him. An' the nex' night an' the nex'

he come home bringin' her truck just the same. Once he even hed her a bunch o' pinks. Seems though he was doin' the worst he could.

"The pinks come at the end of the second day of the three days the a.s.sistant cas.h.i.+er had give him to pay the money back in. An' two things happened that night. I was in the kitchen helpin' him wash up the dishes while the doctor was in the room with Mis' Loneway. An' when the doctor come out o' there into the kitchen, he shuts the door. I see right off somethin' was the matter. He took Mr. Loneway off to the back window, an' I rattled 'round with the dishes an' took on not to notice. Up until when the doctor goes out--an' then I felt Mr. Loneway's grip on my arm.

I looked at him, an' I knew. She wasn't goin' to get well. He just lopped down on the chair like so much sawdust, an' put his face down in his arm, the way a schoolboy does--an' I swan he wa'n't much more'n a schoolboy, either. I s'pose if ever h.e.l.l is in a man's heart,--an' we mostly all see it there sometime, even if we don't feel it,--why, there was h.e.l.l in his then.

"All of a sudden there was a rap on the hall door. He never moved, an'

so I went. I whistled, I rec'lect, so's she shouldn't suspect nothin'

from our not goin' in where she was right off. An' a messenger-boy was out there in the pa.s.sage with a letter for Mr. Loneway.

"I took it in to him. He turned himself around an' opened it, though I don't believe he knew half what he was doin'. An' what do you guess come tumblin' out o' that envelope? Fifty-four dollars in bills. Not a word with 'em.

"Then he broke down. 'It's Lovett,' he says, 'it's Lovett's done this--the a.s.sistant cas.h.i.+er. Maybe he's told some o' the other fellows at the desks next, an' they helped. They knew about her bein' sick. An'

they can't none of 'em afford it,' he says, an' that seemed to cut him up worst of all. 'I'll give it back to him,' he says resolute. 'I can't take it from 'em, Peleg.'

"I says, 'Hush up, Mr. Loneway, sir,' I says. 'You got to think o' her.

Take it,' I told him, 'an' thank G.o.d it ain't as bad as it was. Who knows,' I ask' him, 'but what the doctor might turn out wrong?'

"Pretty soon I got him to pull himself together some, an' I shoved him into the other room, an' I went with him, an' talked on like an idiot so n.o.body'd suspect--I didn't hev no idea what.

"She was settin' up in the same black waist, with a newspaper hung acrost the head o' the iron bed to keep the draught out. All of a sudden,--

"'John!' says she.

"He went close by the bed.

"'Is everything goin' on good?' she ask' him.

"'Everything,' he told her right off.

"'Splendid, John?' she ask' him, pullin' his hand up by her cheek.

"'Splendid, Linda,' he says after her.

"'We got a little money ahead?' she goes on.

"'Bless me, if he didn't do just what I had time to be afraid of. He hauls out them fifty-four dollars an' showed her.

"She claps her hands like a child.

"'Oh, _goodey_!' she says; 'I'm so glad. I'm so glad. Now I can tell you,' she says to him.

"He took her in his arms an' kneeled down by the bed, an' I tried to slip out, but she called me back. So I stayed, like an' axe in the parlour.

"'John,' she says to him, 'do you know what Aunt Nita told me before I was married? "You must always look the prettiest you know how," Aunt Nita says,' she tells him, '"for your husband. Because you must always be prettier for him than anybody else is." An', oh, dearest,' she says, 'you know I'd 'a' looked my best for you if I could--but I never had--an' it wasn't your fault!' she cries out, 'but things didn't go right. It wasn't anybody's fault. Only--I _wanted_ to look nice for you.

An' since I've been sick,' she says, 'it's made me wretched, wretched to think I didn't hev nothin' to put on but this black waist--this homely old black waist. You never liked me to wear black,' I rec'lect she says to him, 'an' it killed me to think--if anything should happen--you'd be rememberin' me like this. You think you'd remember me the way I was when I was well--but you wouldn't,' she says earnest; 'people never, never do. You'd remember me here like I look now. Oh--an' so I thought--if there was ever so little money we could spare--won't you get me somethin'--somethin' so's you could remember me better? Somethin' to wear these few days,' she says.

"He breaks down then an' cries, with his face in her pillow.

"'Don't--why, don't!' she says to him; 'if there wasn't any money, you might cry--only then I wouldn't never hev told you. But now--to-morrow--you can go an' buy me a little dressing-sacque--the kind they have in the windows on Broadway. Oh, _Jack_!' she says, 'is it wicked an' foolish for me to want you to remember me as nice as you can?

It ain't--it _ain't_!' she says.

"Then I give out. I felt like a handful o' wet sawdust that's been squeezed. I slid out an' downstairs, an' I guess I chopped wood near all night. The Tomato Ketchup's husband he pounded the floor for me to shut up, an' I told him--though I never was what you might call a impudent janitor--that if he thought he could chop it up any more soft, he'd better engage in it. But then the kid woke up, too, an' yelled some, an'

I's afraid she'd hear it an' remember, an' so I quit.

"Nex' mornin' I laid for Mr. Loneway in the hall.

"'Sir,' I says to him when he come down to go out, 'you won't do nothin'

foolish?' I ask' him.

"'Mind your business,' he says, his face like a patch o' poplar ashes.

"I was in an' out o' their flat all day, an' I could see't Mis' Loneway she's happy as a lark. But I knew pretty well what was comin'. Mind you, this was the third day.

"That night I hed things goin' in the kitchen an' the kettle on, an' I's hesitatin' whether to put two eggs in the omelet or three, when he comes home. He laid a eternal lot o' stuff on the kitchen table, without one word, an' went in where she was. I heard paper rustlin', an' then I heard her voice--an' it wasn't no cryin', lemme say. An' so I says to myself, 'Well,' I says, 'she might as well hev a four-egg omelet, because it'll be the last.' I knew if they's to arrest him she wouldn't never live the day out. So I goes on with the omelet, an' when he come out where I was, I just told him if he'd cut open the grapefruit I hed ever'thing else ready. An' then he quit lookin' defiant, an' he calmed down some; an' pretty soon we took in the dinner.

"She was sittin' up in front of her two pillows, pretty as a picture.

An' she was in one o' the things I ain't ever see outside a store window. Lord! it was all the colour o' roses, with c.r.a.ped-up stuff like the bark on a tree, an' rows an' rows o' lace, an' long, flappy ribbon.

She was allus pretty, but she looked like an angel in that. An' I says to myself then, I says: 'If a woman _knows_ she looks like that in them things, an' if she loves somebody an', livin' or dead, wants to look like that for him, I want to know who's to blame her? I ain't--Peleg Bemus, he ain't.' Mis' Loneway was as pretty as I ever see, not barrin'

the stage. An' she was laughin', an' her cheeks was pink-like, an' she says,--

"'Oh, Mr. Bemus,' she says, 'I feel like a queen,' she says, 'an' you must stay for dinner.'

"I never seen Mr. Loneway gayer. He was full o' fun an' funny sayin's, an' his face had even lost its chalky look an' he'd got some colour, an'

he laughed with her an' he made love to her--durned if it wasn't enough to keep a woman out o' the grave to be wors.h.i.+pped the way that man wors.h.i.+pped her. An' when she ask' for the guitar, I carried out the platter, an' I stayed an' straightened things some in the kitchen.

An' all the while I could hear 'em singin' soft an' laughin'

together ... an' all the while I knew what was double sure to come.

"Well, in about an hour it did come. I was waitin' for it. Fact, I had filled up the coffee-pot expectin' it. An' when I heard the men comin'

up the stairs I takes the coffee an' what rolls there was left an' I meets 'em in the hall, on the landing. They was two of 'em--constables, or somethin'--with a warrant for his arrest.

"'Gentlemen,' says I, openin' the coffee-pot careless so's the smell could get out an' circ'late--'gentlemen, he's up there in that room.

There's only these one stairs, an' the only manhole's right here over your heads, so's you can watch that. You rec'lect that there ain't a roof on that side o' the house. Now, I'm a lonely beggar, an' I wish't you'd let me invite you to a cup o' hot coffee an' a hot b.u.t.tered roll or two, right over there in that hall window. You can keep your eye peeled towards that door all the while,' I reminds 'em.

"Well, it was a bitter night, an' them two was flesh an' blood. They 'lowed that if he hadn't been there they'd 'a' had to wait for him, anyway, so they finally set down. An' I doled 'em out the coffee. I 'lowed I could keep 'em an hour if I knew myself. n.o.body could 'a' done any different, with her an' him settin' up there singin' an' no manner o' doubt but what it was for the last time.

"I'd be'n 'round consid'able in my time an' I knew quite a batch o'

stories. I let 'em have 'em all, an' poured the coffee down 'em. They was willin' enough--it wa'n't cold in the halls to what it was outside, an' the coffee was boilin' hot. An' if anybody wants to blame me, they'd hev to see her first, all fluffed up same as a kitten in that pink jacket-thing, afore I'd give 'em a word o' hearin'.

"In the midst of it all I heard the Tomato Ketchup's kid yell. I remembered that this'd be my last chanst fer _her_ to see the kid when she could get any happiness out of it. I didn't think twice--I just filled up the cups o' them two, an' then I sails downstairs, two at a time, an' opened the door o' first floor front without rappin'. The kid was there in its little nightgown, howlin' fer fair because it had be'n left alone with its boy brother. The Tomato Ketchup an' her husband was to a wake. I picked up the kid, rolled it in a blanket, grabbed brother by the arm, an' started up the stairs.

"'Is the house on f-f-fire?' says the boy brother.

"'Yes,' says I, 'it is. An' we're goin' upstairs to hunt up a fire-escape,' I told him.

"At the top o' the stairs I sets him down on the floor an' promises him an orange, an' then I opens the door, with the kid on my arm. It had stopped yellin' by then, an' it was settin' up straight, with its eyes all round an' its cheeks all pinked-up with havin' just woke up, an' it looked awful cute, in spite of its mother. Mis' Loneway was leanin'

back, laughin', an' tellin' him what they was goin' to do the minute she got well; but when she see the baby she drops her husband's hand and sorter screams out, weak, an' holds out her arms. Mr. Loneway, he hardly heard me go in, I reckon--leastwise, he looks at me clean through me without seein' I was there. An' she hugs the kiddie up in her arms an'