K Part 19
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Tillie sat down suddenly on one of the stiff chairs. Her lips were as white as her face.
"I thought, when I saw you--"
"I was afraid you'd think that."
Neither spoke for a moment. Tillie's hands twisted nervously in her lap.
Mr. Schwitter's eyes were fixed on the window, which looked back on the McKee yard.
"That spiraea back there's not looking very good. If you'll save the cigar b.u.t.ts around here and put them in water, and spray it, you'll kill the lice."
Tillie found speech at last.
"I don't know why you come around bothering me," she said dully. "I've been getting along all right; now you come and upset everything."
Mr. Schwitter rose and took a step toward her.
"Well, I'll tell you why I came. Look at me. I ain't getting any younger, am I? Time's going on, and I'm wanting you all the time.
And what am I getting? What've I got out of life, anyhow? I'm lonely, Tillie!"
"What's that got to do with me?"
"You're lonely, too, ain't you?"
"Me? I haven't got time to be. And, anyhow, there's always a crowd here."
"You can be lonely in a crowd, and I guess--is there any one around here you like better than me?"
"Oh, what's the use!" cried poor Tillie. "We can talk our heads off and not get anywhere. You've got a wife living, and, unless you intend to do away with her, I guess that's all there is to it."
"Is that all, Tillie? Haven't you got a right to be happy?"
She was quick of wit, and she read his tone as well as his words.
"You get out of here--and get out quick!"
She had jumped to her feet; but he only looked at her with understanding eyes.
"I know," he said. "That's the way I thought of it at first. Maybe I've just got used to the idea, but it doesn't seem so bad to me now. Here are you, drudging for other people when you ought to have a place all your own--and not gettin' younger any more than I am. Here's both of us lonely. I'd be a good husband to you, Till--because, whatever it'd be in law, I'd be your husband before G.o.d."
Tillie cowered against the door, her eyes on his. Here before her, embodied in this man, stood all that she had wanted and never had. He meant a home, tenderness, children, perhaps. He turned away from the look in her eyes and stared out of the front window.
"Them poplars out there ought to be taken away," he said heavily.
"They're h.e.l.l on sewers."
Tillie found her voice at last:--
"I couldn't do it, Mr. Schwitter. I guess I'm a coward. Maybe I'll be sorry."
"Perhaps, if you got used to the idea--"
"What's that to do with the right and wrong of it?"
"Maybe I'm queer. It don't seem like wrongdoing to me. It seems to me that the Lord would make an exception of us if He knew the circ.u.mstances. Perhaps, after you get used to the idea--What I thought was like this. I've got a little farm about seven miles from the city limits, and the tenant on it says that nearly every Sunday somebody motors out from town and wants a chicken-and-waffle supper. There ain't much in the nursery business anymore. These landscape fellows buy their stuff direct, and the middleman's out. I've got a good orchard, and there's a spring, so I could put running water in the house. I'd be good to you, Tillie,--I swear it. It'd be just the same as marriage. n.o.body need know it."
"You'd know it. You wouldn't respect me."
"Don't a man respect a woman that's got courage enough to give up everything for him?"
Tillie was crying softly into her ap.r.o.n. He put a work-hardened hand on her head.
"It isn't as if I'd run around after women," he said. "You're the only one, since Maggie--" He drew a long breath. "I'll give you time to think it over. Suppose I stop in to-morrow morning. It doesn't commit you to anything to talk it over."
There had been no pa.s.sion in the interview, and there was none in the touch of his hand. He was not young, and the tragic loneliness of approaching old age confronted him. He was trying to solve his problem and Tillie's, and what he had found was no solution, but a compromise.
"To-morrow morning, then," he said quietly, and went out the door.
All that hot August morning Tillie worked in a daze. Mrs. McKee watched her and said nothing. She interpreted the girl's white face and set lips as the result of having had to dismiss Schwitter again, and looked for time to bring peace, as it had done before.
Le Moyne came late to his midday meal. For once, the mental anaesthesia of endless figures had failed him. On his way home he had drawn his small savings from the bank, and mailed them, in cash and registered, to a back street in the slums of a distant city. He had done this before, and always with a feeling of exaltation, as if, for a time at least, the burden he carried was lightened. But to-day he experienced no compensatory relief. Life was dull and stale to him, effort ineffectual.
At thirty a man should look back with tenderness, forward with hope. K.
Le Moyne dared not look back, and had no desire to look ahead into empty years.
Although he ate little, the dining-room was empty when he finished.
Usually he had some cheerful banter for Tillie, to which she responded in kind. But, what with the heat and with heaviness of spirit, he did not notice her depression until he rose.
"Why, you're not sick, are you, Tillie?"
"Me? Oh, no. Low in my mind, I guess."
"It's the heat. It's fearful. Look here. If I send you two tickets to a roof garden where there's a variety show, can't you take a friend and go to-night?"
"Thanks; I guess I'll not go out."
Then, unexpectedly, she bent her head against a chair-back and fell to silent crying. K. let her cry for a moment. Then:--
"Now--tell me about it."
"I'm just worried; that's all."
"Let's see if we can't fix up the worries. Come, now, out with them!"
"I'm a wicked woman, Mr. Le Moyne."
"Then I'm the person to tell it to. I--I'm pretty much a lost soul myself."
He put an arm over her shoulders and drew her up, facing him.
"Suppose we go into the parlor and talk it out. I'll bet things are not as bad as you imagine."
K Part 19
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