Americans All Part 20
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"Aw, now, Jimmie, maybe it does sound like nagging, but it ain't, honey.
It--it's only my--my fear that I'm losing you, and--and my hate for the every-day grind of things, and----"
"I can't help that, can I?"
"Why, there--there's nothing on G.o.d's earth I hate, Jimmie, like I hate that Bargain-Bas.e.m.e.nt. When I think it's down there in that manhole I've spent the best years of my life, I--I wanna die. The day I get out of it, the day I don't have to punch that old time-clock down there next to the Complaints and Adjustment Desk, I--I'll never put my foot below sidewalk level again to the hour I die. Not even if it was to take a walk in my own gold-mine."
"It ain't exactly a garden of roses down there."
"Why, I hate it so terrible, Jimmie, that sometimes I wake up nights gritting my teeth with the smell of steam-pipes and the tramp of feet on the gla.s.s sidewalk up over me. Oh, G.o.d! you dunno--you dunno!"
"When it comes to that, the main floor ain't exactly a maiden's dream, or a fellow's, for that matter."
"With a man it's different. It's his job in life, earning, and--and the woman making the two ends of it meet. That's why, Jimmie, these last two years and eight months, if not for what I was hoping for us, why--why--I--why, on your twenty a week, Jimmie, there's n.o.body could run a flat like I could. Why, the days wouldn't be long enough to putter in. I--Don't throw away what I been building up for us, Jimmie, step by step! Don't, Jimmie!'
"Good Lord, girl! You deserve better'n me."
"I know I got a big job, Jimmie, but I want to make a man out of you, temper, laziness, gambling, and all. You got it in you to be something more than a tango lizard or a cigar-store b.u.m, honey. It's only you ain't got the stuff in you to stand up under a five-hundred-dollar windfall and--a--and a sporty girl. If--if two gla.s.ses of beer make you as silly as they do, Jimmie, why, five hundred dollars would land you under the table for life."
"Aw--there you go again!"
"I can't help it, Jimmie. It's because I never knew a fellow had what's he's cut out for written all over him so. You're a born clerk, Jimmie."
"Sure, I'm a slick clerk, but----"
"You're born to be a clerk, a good clerk, even a two-hundred-a-month clerk, the way you can win the trade, but never your own boss. I know what I'm talking about. I know your measure better than any human on earth can ever know your measure. I know things about you that you don't even know yourself."
"I never set myself up to n.o.body for anything I wasn't."
"Maybe not, Jimmie, but I know about you and--and that Central Street gang that time, and----"
"You!"
"Yes, honey, and there's not another human living but me knows how little it was your fault. Just bad company, that was all. That's how much I--I love you, Jimmie, enough to understand that. Why, if I thought May Scully and a set-up in business was the thing for you, Jimmie, I'd say to her, I'd say, if it was like taking my own heart out in my hand and squas.h.i.+ng it, I'd say to her, I'd say, 'Take him, May.' That's how I--I love you, Jimmie. Oh, ain't it nothing, honey, a girl can come here and lay herself this low to you----"
"Well, haven't I just said you--you deserve better."
"I don't want better, Jimmie. I want you. I want to take hold of your life and finish the job of making it the kind we can both be proud of.
Us two, Jimmie, in--in our own decent two-by-four. Shopping on Sat.u.r.day nights. Frying in our own frying-pan in our own kitchen. Listening to our own phonograph in our own parlor. Geraniums and--and kids--and--and things. Gas-logs. Stationary washtubs. Jimmie! Jimmie!"
Mr. James P. Batch reached up for his hat and overcoat, cramming the newspaper into a rear pocket.
"Come on," he said, stalking toward the side door and not waiting to see her to her feet.
Outside, a banner of stars was over the narrow street. For a chain of five blocks he walked, with a silence and speed that Miss Slayback could only match with a running quickstep. But she was not out of breath. Her head was up, and her hand where it hooked into Mr. Batch's elbow, was in a vise that tightened with each block.
You who will mete out no other approval than that vouched for by the stamp of time and whose contempt for the contemporary is from behind the easy refuge of the cla.s.sics, suffer you the shuddering a.n.a.logy that between Aspasia who inspired Pericles, Theodora who suggested the Justinian code, and Gertie Slayback who commandeered Jimmie Batch, is a sisters.h.i.+p which rounds them, like a la.s.so thrown back into time, into one and the same petticoat dynasty behind the throne.
True, Gertie Slayback's _mise en scene_ was a two-room kitchenette apartment situated in the Bronx at a surveyor's farthest point between two Subway stations, and her present state one of frequent red-faced forays down into a packing-case. But there was that in her eyes which witchingly bespoke the conquered, but not the conqueror. Hers was actually the t.i.tillating wonder of a bird which, captured, closes its wings, that surrender can be so sweet.
Once she sat on the edge of the packing-case, dallying with a hammer, then laid it aside suddenly, to cross the littered room and place the side of her head to the immaculate waistcoat of Mr. Jimmie Batch, red-faced, too, over wrenching up with hatchet-edge a barrel-top.
"Jimmie darling, I--I just never will get over your finding this place for us."
Mr. Batch wiped his forearm across his brow, his voice jerking between the squeak of nails extracted from wood.
"It was you, honey. You give me the to let ad. and I came to look, that's all."
"Just the samey, it was my boy found it. If you hadn't come to look we might have been forced into taking that old dark coop over on Simpson Street."
"What's all this junk in this barrel?"
"Them's kitchen utensils, honey."
"Kitchen what?"
"Kitchen things that you don't know nothing about except to eat good things out of."
"What's this?"
"Don't bend it! That's a celery-brush. Ain't it cute?"
"A celery-brus.h.!.+ Why didn't you get it a comb, too?"
"Ah, now, honey-bee, don't go trying to be funny and picking through these things you don't know nothing about! They're just cute things I'm going to cook something grand suppers in, for my something awful bad boy."
He leaned down to kiss her at that. "Gee!"
She was standing, her shoulder to him and head thrown back against his chest. She looked up to stroke his cheek, her face foreshortened.
"I'm all black and blue pinching myself, Jimmie."
"Me too."
"Every night when I get home from working here in the flat I say to myself in the looking-gla.s.s, I say, 'Gertie Slayback, what if you're only dreamin'?'"
"Me too."
"I say to myself, 'Are you sure that darling flat up there, with the new pink-and-white wall-paper and the furniture arriving every day, is going to be yours in a few days when you're Mrs. Jimmie Batch?'"
"Mrs. Jimmie Batch--say, that's immense."
"I keep saying it to myself every night, 'One day less.' Last night it was two days. To-night it'll be--one day, Jimmie, till I'm--her."
She closed her eyes and let her hand linger up to his cheek, head still back against him, so that, inclining his head, he could rest his lips in the ash-blond fluff of her hair.
"Talk about can't wait! If to-morrow was any farther off they'd have to sweep out a padded cell for me."
Americans All Part 20
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