At first he had listened to her stories of the sufferings of the poor and the unemployed3 with mild incredulity. She laid her warm little hand on his and said:
"Come and see. If you think that Socialism is a dream, I'll show you that capitalism4 is a nightmare."
He followed her down the ugly pavements of a squalid street into the poorest quarter of the city. She entered a dingy5 hall and pushed her way through a swarm6 of filthy7 children to the rear room. On a bed of rags lay the body of a suicide—a working-man who had shot himself the day before. The wife sat crouching8 on a broken chair, with eyes staring out of the window at the sunlit skies of a May morning in California. Her body seemed to have turned to stone and her eyes to have frozen in their sockets9. Her hands lay limp in her [38]lap, her shoulders drooped10, her mouth hung hopelessly open. She was as dead to every sight and sound of earth as though shrouded11 and buried in six feet of clay instead of sunlight.
Barbara touched her shoulder, but she did not move.
"Have you been sitting there all night, Mrs. Nelson?" she asked, gently.
The woman turned her weak eyes toward the speaker and stared without reply.
"You haven't tasted the food I brought you," Barbara continued.
The drooping12 figure stirred with sudden energy, as if the realization13 of the question first asked had begun to stir her intelligence.
"Yes. I set up all night with Jim. He'd a-done as much fer me. There's nobody else that cared enough to come. Ye know it ain't respectful to leave your dead alone——"
"But you must eat something," Barbara urged.
"I can't eat—it chokes me." She paused a moment, and looked at Norman in a dazed sort of way. "I tried to eat and something choked me—what was it? O God, I remember now!" she cried, with strangling emotion. "They are going to bury him in the potter's field unless we can save him, and I know we can't. He's got an old mother way back East that thinks he's [39]doing well out here. Hit'll kill her dead when she finds out he wuz buried by the city."
"He shan't go to the potter's field," Norman interrupted, looking out of the window.
The woman rose, and tried to speak, but sank sobbing15:
"Thank God! Thank God! Thank God!"
When the first flood of grateful emotion had spent itself, she looked up at Norman and said:
"You see, sir, he wasn't strong, and kept losin' his job in Chicago. We'd heard about California all our lives. We sold out everything and got enough to come. For two years we've made a hard fight, but it was no use. Jim couldn't git work. I tried and I couldn't. Folks have helped us, but he was proud. He wouldn't beg and he wouldn't let me. He wouldn't sell his gun. I think he always meant to use it that way when he got to the end, and it come yesterday when they give us notice to git out."
She staggered over to the bed and fell across the body, sobbing:
"My poor old boy. He loved me. He was always good to me. I tried to go with him. But I couldn't pull the trigger! I was afraid! I was afraid!"
When they reached the street, Barbara lifted her brown eyes to Norman's face and asked:
[40]"What do you think of a social system that drives thousands of men to kill themselves like that?"
"To tell you the truth I never thought of it at all before."
"He would have been buried in a pauper16's grave but for your help. I brought you here this morning because I knew you would save her that anguish17 when you understood."
"You knew I would?" he softly asked.
"I wouldn't have let you come with me if I hadn't known it," she answered, earnestly.
"It's funny how many of us live in this world without knowing anything about it," he said, musingly18.
"It would be funny were it not a tragedy," she answered, turning across the street to the next block. They paused at the entrance of another narrow hallway.
"My work as secretary of the club includes, as you see, a wide range of calls. I'm a dispenser of alms, the pastor19 of a great parish, the friend, adviser20, and champion of a lost world, and you have no idea what a big world it is."
"I'm beginning to understand. What's the trouble here? Another suicide?"
"No—something worse, I think. A man who was afraid to die and took to drink. That's [41]the way with most of them. None but the brave can look into the face of Death. This man is good to his family until he's drunk. Drink is the only thing that makes life worth the candle to him. But when he's under the influence of liquor he's a fiend. Last night he beat his wife into insensibility. This morning he sent one of the children for me."
They climbed two flights of rickety stairs and entered a room littered with broken furniture. Every chair was smashed, the table lay in splinters, pieces of crockery scattered21 everywhere, and the stove broken into fragments. Two blear-eyed children with the look of hunted rabbits crouched22 in a corner. A man was bending over the bed, where the form of a woman lay still and white.
"For God's sake, brace23 up, Mary!" he was saying. "Ye mustn't die! Ye mustn't, I tell ye! Your white face will haunt me and drive me into hell a raving24 maniac25. I didn't know what I was doin', old gal26. I was crazy. I wouldn't 'a' hurt a hair of your head if I'd 'a' knowed what I was doin'!"
He bowed his face in his coarse, bloated hands and sobbed27.
The thin white hand of the wife stroked his hair feebly.
[42]"It's all right, Sam. I know ye didn't mean it," she sighed.
Norman sent for a doctor, and left some money.
With each new glimpse of the under-world of pain and despair the conviction grew in Norman's mind that he had not lived, and the determination deepened that he would get acquainted with his fellow men and the place he called his home.
"You are not tired?" Barbara asked, as they hurried into the street.
"No, I'm just beginning to live," he answered, soberly.
"Good. Then you shall be allowed the honour of accompanying me to the county jail, to the poorhouse, to the hospital, and to the morgue—the four greatest institutions of modern civilization. We must hurry. I've another sadder visit after these."
As they hurried through the streets, Norman began to study with increasing intensity28 the phenomena29 presented in the development of Barbara's character. The more he saw of her, the more he realized the lofty ideals of her life, the more puerile30 and contemptible31 his own past seemed.
At the jail they found a boy who had been convicted of stealing and sentenced to the penitentiary32. His old mother was ill. Barbara bore her last message of love.
[43]They stopped at the poorhouse to see a curious old pauper who had become a regular attendant on the Socialists33' meetings. He was called "Methodist John," because he was forever shouting "Glory, Hallelujah!" and interrupting the speakers. Barbara was the bearer of a painful message to John. Wolf had instructed her to keep him out of the meetings. She had decided35 to try a gentler way—to warn him against yelling "Glory" again under penalty of being deprived of a dish of soup of which he was particularly fond. The Socialist34 Club served this simple, wholesome36 meal to all who asked for it after its weekly meetings.
John promised Barbara faithfully to stop shouting.
"Remember, John," she warned him finally, "shout—no soup! No shout—soup!"
"I understand, Miss Barbara," he answered, solemnly.
"You see, sir," he said, apologetically, turning to Norman, "I get along all right till she begins ter speak, and when I hears her soft, sweet voice it seems ter run all down my back in little ticklin' waves clean down ter my toes, an' I holler 'Glory' before I can stop it!"
Norman laughed.
"I understand, old man."
[44]"You feel that way yerself, don't ye, now, when she looks down into yer soul with them big, soft eyes o' hern, an' her voice comes a-stealin' inter14 yer heart like the music of the angels——"
Barbara's face lighted, and a slight blush suffused37 her cheeks as she caught the look of admiring assent38 in Norman's expression.
"That will do, John," she said, firmly. "Mr. Wolf was very angry with you yesterday."
"I'll remember, Miss Barbara," he repeated. "And God bless your dear heart fer comin' by ter tell me."
"I suppose he has no people living who are interested in him?" Norman asked, as they turned toward the Socialist hall.
"No. He came from a big mill town in the East. His children all died before they were grown, and he landed here with his wife ten years ago. When she died, he was sent to the poorhouse. He hasn't much mind, but there's enough left to burst into flame at the memory of his children being slowly ground to death by the wheels of those mills. I've seen his dead soul start to life more than once as I've looked into his face from our platform. What an awful thing to see dead men walking about!"
"Yes. People who are dead and don't know it. I never thought of it before." Norman exclaimed.
[45]They stopped in front of a house with a scarlet39 light in the hall, which threw its rays through a red-glass transom over a door of coloured leaded glass. The shadows of evening had begun to fall, and for the first time the girl showed a sign of hesitation40 and embarrassment41.
"I hate to ask you to go in here with me, and I'd hate worse to have you see me go alone. Yet I have to do it. My work leads me."
"I'm going with you, whether you ask it or not," he firmly replied.
"Then words are useless," she said, simply, as she rang the bell.
A Negro maid opened the door, and smiled a look of recognition. "She ain't no better, miss. She's been crying for you all day."
Barbara led the way up two flights of stairs to a small room in the rear, and entered without knocking. With a bound she was beside the bed on which lay a slender girl of nineteen. A mass of golden blond hair was piled in confusion on the pillow, and a pair of big, childish-looking blue eyes blinked at her through her tears.
"Oh! you've come at last! I'm so glad. It makes me strong to see you. Your face shines so, Barbara! They say I can't live, but it's not so. I shall live! I'm feeling better every day. It's nonsense. The doctors haven't got any sense. [46]I wish you'd get me one that knows something. Won't you, dear?"
"My friend, Mr. Worth, who has called with me, has kindly42 agreed to send you another doctor, little sister—that's why I brought him to see you."
Norman extended his hand, and grasped the thin, cold one the girl extended. He felt the chill of death in its icy touch as he stammered43:
"I'll send him right away."
"Thank you," the girl replied, as a smile flitted about her weak mouth. She turned to Barbara with a look of infinite tenderness.
"I knew you'd come, and I knew you'd save me. You're my angel! When I dream at night, you're always hovering44 over me."
"I'll come again to-morrow, dearie, when the new doctor has seen you," Barbara answered, as she pressed her hand good-bye.
When they reached the street, Norman asked:
"You knew her before she fell into evil ways?"
"Yes," Barbara answered, with feeling. "She was just a little child of joy and sunlight. She couldn't endure the darkness. She loved flowers and music, beauty and love. She hated drudgery45 and poverty. She tried to work, and gave up in despair. A man came into her life at a critical moment and she broke with the world. She's been sending all the money she could make the [47]past two years to her mother and four little kids. Her father was killed at work in a mine for a great corporation."
"She can't live, can she?" Norman asked.
"Of course not. I only did this to humour her. She has developed acute consumption—she may not live a month."
Barbara paused.
"I must leave you now—I'm very tired, and I must sleep a while before I attend the meeting to-night. It has been a great strain on me to-day, this trip with you. How do you like our boasted civilization? Do you think it perfect? Are you satisfied with a system which drives hundreds of thousands of such girls into a life of shame? Are you content with a system which produces three million paupers46 in a land flowing with milk and honey? Do you like a system which drives thousands to the madness of drink and suicide every year?"
"And to think," responded Norman, dreamily, "that for the past two years of my manhood I've been writing verses and playing football! Great God!"
"Then from to-day we are comrades in the cause of humanity?" she asked tenderly, extending her hand. His own clasped hers with firm grasp.
"Comrades!"
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pauper
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pastor
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