The Vertical City Part 13
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"We can't all be top-notchers, Hester," she said. "You're hard as nails."
"I guess I am, but you've got to be to play this game. The ones who aren't end up by stuffing the keyhole and turning on the gas. You've got to play it hard or not at all. If you've got the name, you might as well have the game."
"If I had it to do over again--well, there would be one more wife-and-mother role being played in this little old world, even if I had to play it on a South Dakota farm."
"'Whatever is worth doing is worth doing well,' I used to write in a copy book. Well, that's the way I feel about this. To me, anything is worth doing to escape the cotton stockings and lisle next to your skin.
I admit I never sit down and _think_. You know, sit down and take stock of myself. What's the use thinking? Live! Yes," mused Hester, her arms in a wreath over her head, "I think I'd do it all over again. There's not been so many, at that. Three. The first was a salesman. He'd have married me, but I couldn't see it on six thousand a year. Nice fellow, too--an easy spender in a small way, but I couldn't see a future to ladies' neckwear. I hear he made good later in munitions. Al was a pretty good sort, too, but tight. How I hate tightness! I've been pretty lucky in the long run, I guess."
"Did I say 'hard as nails'?" said Kitty, grotesquely fitting a cigarette in the aperture of her mouth. "I apologize. Why, alongside of you a piece of flint is morning cereal. Haven't you ever had a love affair?
I've been married twice--that's how chicken hearted I can be. Haven't you ever pumped a little faster just because a certain some one walked into the room?"
"Once."
"Once what?"
"I liked a fellow. Pretty much. A blond. Say, he was blond! I always think to myself, Kit, next to Gerald, you've got the bluest eyes under heaven. Only, his didn't have any dregs."
"Thanks, dearie."
"I sometimes wonder about Gerald. I ought to drive over while we're out here. Poor old Gerald Fishback!"
"Sweet name--'Fishback.' No wonder you went wrong, dearie."
"Oh, I'm not getting soft. I saw my bed and made it, nice and soft and comfy, and I'm lying on it without a whimper."
"You just bet your life you made it up nice and comfy! You've the right idea; I have to hand that to you. You command respect from them. Lord!
Ed would as soon fire a teacup at me as not. But, with me, it pays. The last one he broke he made up to me with my opal-and-diamond beetle."
"Wouldn't wear an opal if it was set next to the Hope diamond."
"Superst.i.tious, dearie?"
"Unlucky. Never knew it to fail."
"Not a superst.i.tion in my bones. I don't believe in walking under ladders or opening an umbrella in the house or sitting down with thirteen, but, Lordy! never saw the like with you! Thought you'd have the hysterics over that little old vanity mirror you broke that day out at the races."
"Br-r-r! I hated it."
"Lay easy, dearie. Nothing can touch you the way he's raking in the war contracts."
"Great--isn't it?"
"Play for a country home, dearie. I always say real estate and jewelry are something in the hand. Look ahead in this game, I always say."
"You just bet I've looked ahead."
"So have I, but not enough."
"Somehow, I never feel afraid. I could get a job to-morrow if I had to."
"Say, dearie, if it comes to that, with twenty pounds off me, there's not a chorus I couldn't land back in."
"I worked once, you know, in Lichtig's import shop."
"Fifth Avenue?"
"Yes. It was in between the salesman and Al. I sold two thousand five hundred dollars' worth of gowns the first week."
"Sure enough?"
"'Girl,' old man Lichtig said to me the day I quit--'girl,' he said, 'if ever you need this job again, comeback; it's waiting.'"
"Fine chance!"
"I've got the last twenty-five dollars I earned pinned away this minute in the pocket of the little dark-blue suit I wore to work. I paid for that suit with my first month's savings. A little dark-blue Norfolk, Lichtig let me have out of stock for twenty-seven fifty."
"Were they giving them away with a pound of tea?"
"Honest, Kitty, it was neat. Little white s.h.i.+rt waist, tan shoes, and one of those slick little five-dollar sailors, and every cent paid out of my salary. I could step into that outfit to-morrow, look the part, and land back that job or any other. I had a way with the trade, even back at Finley's."
"Here, hold my jewel bag, honey; I'm going to die of cold-cream suffocation if she don't soon come back and unsmear me."
"Opal beetle in it?"
"Yes, dearie; but it won't bite. It's muzzled with my diamond horseshoe."
"Nothing doing, Kit. Put it under your pillow."
"You better watch out. There's a thirteenth letter in the alphabet; you might accidentally use it some day. You're going to have a sweet time to-night, you are!"
"Why?"
"The boys have engaged De Butera to come up to the rooms."
"You mean the fortune teller over at the Stag Hotel?"
"She's not a fortune teller, you poor nervous wreck. She's the highest-priced spiritualist in the world. Moving tables--spooks--woof!"
"Faugh!" said Hester, rising from her couch and feeling with her little bare feet for the daintiest of pink-silk mules. "I could make tables move, too, at forty dollars an hour. Where's my attendant? I want an alcohol rub."
They did hold seance that night in a fine spirit of lark, huddled together in the _de-luxe_ sitting room of one of their suites, and little half-hysterical shrieks and much promiscuous ribaldry under cover of darkness.
Madame de Butera was of a distinctly fat and earthy blondness, with a coa.r.s.e-lace waist over pink, and short hands covered with turquoise rings of many shapes and blues.
Tables moved. A dead sister of Wheeler's spoke in thin, high voice. Why is it the dead are always so vocally thin and high?
A chair tilted itself on hind legs, eliciting squeals from the women.
Babe spoke with a gentleman friend long since pa.s.sed on, and Kitty with a deceased husband, and began to cry quite sobbily and took little sips of highball quite gulpily. May Denison, who was openly defiant, allowed herself to be hypnotized and lay rigid between two chairs, and Kitty went off into rampant hysteria until Wheeler finally placed a hundred-dollar bill over the closed eyes, and whether under it, or to the legerdemain of madam's manipulating hands, the tight eyes opened, May, amid riots of laughter, claiming for herself the hundred-dollar bill, and Kitty, quite resuscitated, jumping up for a table cancan, her yellow hair tumbling, and her china-blue eyes with the dregs in them inclined to water.
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