the dwelling place of ligh-第8章

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foreigners；　though　still　somewhat　reminiscent　of　the　cramped　little　towns　in
the　northern　wilderness　of　water　and　forest。　　On　one　corner　stood　almost
invariably　a　〃Pharmacie　Francaise〃；　the　signs　were　in　French；　and　the　elders
spoke　the　patois。　　These；　despite　the　mill　pallor；　retained　in　their　faces；　in
their　eyes；　a　suggestion　of　the　outdoor　look　of　their　ancestors；　the　coureurs
des　bois；　but　the　children　spoke　English；　and　the　young　men；　as　they　played
baseball　in　the　street　or　in　the　corner　lots　might　be　heard　shouting　out
derisively　the　cry　of　the　section　hands　so　familiar　in　mill　cities；　〃Doff；　you
beggars　you；　doff！〃

Occasionally　the　two　girls　strayed　into　that　wide　thoroughfare　not　far　from　the
canal；　known　by　the　classic　name　of　Hawthorne；　which　the　Italians　had
appropriated　to　themselves。　　This　street；　too；　in　spite　of　the　telegraph　poles
flaunting　crude　arms　in　front　of　its　windows；　in　spite　of　the　trolley　running
down　its　middle；　had　acquired　a　character；　a　unity　all　its　own；　a　warmth　and
picturesqueness　that　in　the　lingering　light　of　summer　evenings　assumed　an
indefinable　significance。　　It　was　not　Italy；　but　it　was　somethingsomething
proclaimed　in　the　ornate；　leaning　lines　of　the　pillared　balconies　of　the　yellow
tenement　on　the　second　block；　in　the　stone…vaulted　entrance　of　the　low　house
next　door；　in　fantastically　coloured　walls；　in　curtained　windows　out　of　which
leaned　swarthy；　earringed　women。　　Blocking　the　end　of　the　street；　in　stern
contrast；　was　the　huge　Clarendon　Mill　with　its　sinister　brick　pillars　running
up　the　six　stories　between　the　glass。　　Here　likewise　the　sidewalks　overflowed
with　children；　large…headed；　with　great；　lustrous　eyes；　mute；　appealing；　the
eyes　of　cattle。　　Unlike　American　children；　they　never　seemed　to　be　playing。
Among　the　groups　of　elders　gathered　for　gossip　were　piratical　Calabrians　in
sombre　clothes；　descended　from　Greek　ancestors；　once　the　terrors　of　the
Adriatic　Sea。　　The　women；　lingering　in　the　doorways；　hemmed　in　by　more
children；　were　for　the　most　part　squat　and　plump；　but　once　in　a　while　Janet's
glance　was　caught　and　held　by　a　strange；　sharp　beauty　worthy　of　a　cameo。

Opposite　the　Clarendon　Mill　on　the　corner　of　East　Street　was　a　provision　store
with　stands　of　fruit　and　vegetables　encroaching　on　the　pavement。　　Janet's　eye
was　attracted　by　a　box　of　olives。

〃Oh　Eda；〃　she　cried；　〃do　you　remember；　we　saw　them　being　pickedin　the　movies？
All　those　old　trees　on　the　side　of　a　hill？〃

〃Why；　that's　so；〃　said　Eda。　　〃You　never　would　have　thought　anything'd　grow　on
those　trees。〃

The　young　Italian　who　kept　the　store　gave　them　a　friendly　grin。

〃You　lika　the　olives？〃　he　asked；　putting　some　of　the　shining　black　fruit　into
their　hands。　　Eda　bit　one　dubiously　with　her　long；　white　teeth；　and　giggled。

〃Don't　they　taste　funny！〃　she　exclaimed。

〃Goodvery　good；〃　he　asserted　gravely；　and　it　was　to　Janet　he　turned；　as
though　recognizing　a　discrimination　not　to　be　found　in　her　companion。　　She
nodded　affirmatively。　　The　strange　taste　of　the　fruit　enhanced　her　sense　of
adventure；　she　tried　to　imagine　herself　among　the　gatherers　in　the　grove；　she
glanced　at　the　young　man　to　perceive　that　he　was　tall　and　well　formed；　with
remarkably　expressive　eyes　almost　the　colour　of　the　olives　themselves。　　It
surprised　her　that　she　liked　him；　though　he　was　an　Italian　and　a　foreigner：　a
certain　debonnair　dignity　in　him　appealed　to　hera　quality　lacking　in　many　of
her　own　countrymen。

And　she　wanted　to　talk　to　him　about　Italy；only　she　did　not　know　how　to
begin；when　a　customer　appeared；　an　Italian　woman　who　conversed　with　him　in
soft；　liquid　tones　that　moved　her　。。。。

Sometimes　on　these　walksespecially　if　the　day　were　grey　and　sombreJanet's
sense　of　romance　and　adventure　deepened；　became　more　poignant；　charged　with
presage。　　These　feelings；　vague　and　unaccountable；　she　was　utterly　unable　to
confide　to　Eda；　yet　the　very　fear　they　inspired　was　fascinating；　a　fear　and　a
hope　that　some　day；　in　all　this　Babel　of　peoples；　something　would　happen！　　It
was　as　though　the　conflicting　soul　of　the　city　and　her　own　soul　were　one。。。。




CHAPTER　III

Lise　was　the　only　member　of　the　Bumpus　family　who　did　not　find　uncongenial　such
distractions　and　companionships　as　were　offered　by　the　civilization　that
surrounded　them。　　The　Bagatelle　she　despised；　that　was　slaverybut　slavery　out
of　which　she　might　any　day　be　snatched；　like　Leila　Hawtrey；　by　a　prince
charming　who　had　made　a　success　in　life。　　Success　to　Lise　meant　money。
Although　what　some　sentimental　sociologists　might　call　a　victim　of　our
civilization；　Lise　would　not　have　changed　it；　since　it　produced　not　only　Lise
herself；　but　also　those　fabulous　financiers　with　yachts　and　motors　and　town　and
country　houses　she　read　about　in　the　supplements　of　the　Sunday　newspapers。　　It
contained　her　purgatory；　which　she　regarded　in　good　conventional　fashion　as　a
mere　temporary　place　of　detention；　and　likewise　the　heaven　toward　which　she
strained；　the　dwelling…place　of　light。　　In　short；　her　philosophy　was　that　of
the　modern；　orthodox　American；　tinged　by　a　somewhat　commercialized　Sunday
school　tradition　of　an　earlier　day；　and　highly　approved　by　the　censors　of　the
movies。　　The　peculiar　kind　of　abstinence　once　euphemistically　known　as
〃virtue；〃　particularly　if　it　were　combined　with　beauty；　never　failed　of　its
reward。　　Lise；　in　this　sense；　was　indeed　virtuous；　and　her　mirror　told　her　she
was　beautiful。　　Almost　anything　could　happen　to　such　a　lady：　any　day　she　might
be　carried　up　into　heaven　by　that　modern　chariot　of　fire；　the　motor　car；　driven
by　a　celestial　chauffeur。

One　man's　meat　being　another's　poison；　Lise　absorbed　from　the　movies　an　element
by　which　her　sister　Janet　was　repelled。　　A　popular　production　known　as　〃Leila
of　Hawtrey's〃　contained　her　creed；Hawtrey's　being　a　glittering　metropolitan
restaurant　where　men　of　the　world　are　wont　to　gather　and　discuss　the　stock
market；　and　Leila　a　beautiful；　blonde　and　orphaned　waitress　upon　whom　several
of　the　fashionable　frequenters　had　exercised　seductive　powers　in　vain。　　They
lay　in　wait　for　her　at　the　side　entrance；　followed　her；　while　one　dissipated
and　desperate　person；　married；　and　said　to　move　in　the　most　exclusive　circles；
sent　her　an　offer　of　a　yearly　income　in　five　figures；　the　note　being　reproduced
on　the　screen；　and　Leila　pictured　reading　it　in　her　frigid　hall…bedroom。　　There
are　complications；　she　is　in　debt；　and　the　proprietor　of　Hawtrey's　has
threatened　to　discharge　her　and　in　order　that　the　magnitude　of　the　temptation
may　be　most　effectively　realized　the　vision　appears　of　Leila　herself；　wrapped
in　furs；　stepping　out　of　a　limousine　and　into　an　elevator　lifting　her　to　an
apartment　containing　silk　curtains；　a　Canet　bed；　a　French　maid；　and　a
Pomeranian。　　Virtue　totters；　but　triumphs；　being　reinforced　by　two　more　visions
the　first　of　these　portrays　Leila；　prematurely　old；　dragging　herself　along
pavements　under　the　metallic　Broadway　lights　accosting　gentlemen　in　evening
dress；　and　the　second　reveals　her　in　the　country；　kneeling　beside　a　dying
mother's　bed；　giving　her　promise　to　remain　true　to　the　Christian　teachings　of
her　childhood。

And　virtue　is　rewarded；　lavishly；　as　virtue　should　be；　in　dollars　and　cents；　in
stocks　and　bonds；　in　pearls　and　diamonds。　　Popular　fancy　takes　kindly　to　rough
but　honest　westerners　who　have　begun　life　in　flannel　shirts；　who　have　struck
gold　and　come　to　New　York　with　a　fortune　but　despising　effeteness；　such　a　one；
tanned　by　the　mountain　sun；　embarrassed　in　raiment　supplied　by　a　Fifth　Avenue
tailor；　takes　a　table　one　evening　at　Hawtrey's　and　of　course　falls　desperately
in　love。　　He　means　marriage　from　the　first；　and　his　faith　in　Leila　is　great
enough　to　survive　what　appears　to　be　an　almost　total　eclipse　of　her　virtue。
Through　the　machinations　of　the　influential　villain；　and　lured　by　the　false
pretence　that　one　of　her　girl　friends　is　ill；　she　is　enticed　into　a　mysterious
house　of　a　sinister　elegance；　and　apparently　irretrievably　compromised。　　The
westerner　follows；　forces　his　way　through　the　portals；　engages　the　villain；　and
vanquishes　him。　　Leila　becomes　a　Bride。　　We　behold　her；　at　the　end；　mistress　of
one　of　those　magnificent　stone　mansions　with　grilled　vestibules　and　negro
butlers　into　whose　sacred　precincts　we　are　occasionally；　in　the　movies；
somewhat　breathlessly　ushereda　long　way　from　Hawtrey's　restaurant　and　a　hall…
bedroom。　　A　long　way；　too；　from　the　Bagatelle　and　Fillmore　Streetbut　to　Lise
a　way　not　impossible；　nor　even　improbable。

This　work　of　art；　conveying　the　moral　that　virtue　is　an　economic　asset；　made　a
great　impression　on　Lise。　　Good　Old　Testament　doctrine；　set　forth　in　the　Book
of　Job　itself。　　And　Leila；　pictured　as　holding　out　for　a　higher　price　and
getting　it；　encouraged　Lise　to　hold　out　also。　　Mr。　Wiley；　in　whose　company　she
had　seen　this　play；　and　whose　likeness　filled　the　plush　and　silver…plated　frame
on　her　bureau；　remained　ironically　ignorant　of　the　fact　that　he　had　paid　out
his　money　to　make　definite　an　ambition；　an　ideal　hitherto　nebulous　in　the　mind
of　the　lady　whom　he　adored。　　Nor　did　Lise　enlighten　him；　being　gifted　with　a
certain　inserutableness。　　As　a　matter　of　fact　it　had　never　been　her　intention
to　accept　him；　but　now　that　she　was　able　concretely　to　visualize　her　Lochinvar
of　the　future；　Mr。　Whey's　lack　of　qualifications　became　the　more　apparent。　　In
the　first　place；　he　had　been　born　in　Lowell　and　had　never　been　west　of
Worcester；　in　the　second；　his　salary　was　sixteen　dollars　a　week：　it　is　true　she
had　once　fancied　the　Scottish　terrier　style　of　hair…cut　abruptly　ending　in　the
rounded　line　of　the　shaven　neck；　but　Lochinvar　had　been　close…cropped。　　Mr。
Wiley；　close…cropped；　would　have　resembled　a　convict。

Mr。　Wiley　was　in　love；　there　could　be　no　doubt　about　that；　and　if　he　had　not
always　meant　marriage；　he　meant　it　now；　having　reached　a　state　where　no　folly
seems　preposterous。　　The　manner　of　their　meeting　had　had　just　the　adventurous
and　romantic　touch　that　Lise　liked；　one　of　her　favourite　amusements　in　the
intervals　between　〃steadies〃　being　to　walk　up　and　down　Faber　Street　of　an
evening　after　supper；　arm　in　arm　with　two　or　three　other　young　ladies；　all
chewing　gum；　wheeling　into　store　windows　and　wheeling　out　again；　pretending　the
utmost　indifference　to　melting　glances　cast　in　their　direction。　　An　exciting
sport；　though　incomprehensible　to　masculine　intelligence。　　It　was　a　principle
with　Lise　to　pay　no　attention　to　any　young　man　who　was　not　〃presented；〃　those
venturing　to　approach　her　with　the　ready　formula　〃Haven't　we　met　before？〃　being
instantly　congealed。　　She　was　strict　as　to　etiquette。　　But　Mr。　Wiley；　it
seemed；　could　claim　acquaintance　with　Miss　Schuler；　one　of　the　ladies　to　whose
arm　Lise's　was　linked；　and　he　had　the　further　advantage　of　appearing　in　a　large
and　seductive　touring　car；　painted　green；　with　an　eagle　poised　above　the　hood
and　its　name；　Wizard；　in　a　handwriting　rounded　and　bold；　written　in　nickel
across　the　radiator。　　He　greeted　Miss　Schuler　effusively；　but　his　eye　was　on
Lise　from　the　first；　and　it　was　she　he　took　with；　him　in　the　front　seat；
indifferent　to　the　giggling　behind。　　Ever　since　then　Lise　had　had　a　motor　at
he