Mr. Hawkins proved himself worthy1 of his wife's faith in hiscapacity. He learned from Ann Eliza as much as she could tell himabout Mrs. Hochmuller and returned the next evening with a scrap2 ofpaper bearing her address, beneath which Johnny (the family scribe)had written in a large round hand the names of the streets that ledthere from the ferry.
Ann Eliza lay awake all that night, repeating over and overagain the directions Mr. Hawkins had given her. He was a kind man,and she knew he would willingly have gone with her to Hoboken;indeed she read in his timid eye the half-formed intention ofoffering to accompany her--but on such an errand she preferred togo alone.
The next Sunday, accordingly, she set out early, and withoutmuch trouble found her way to the ferry. Nearly a year had passedsince her previous visit to Mrs. Hochmuller, and a chilly3 Aprilbreeze smote4 her face as she stepped on the boat. Most of thepassengers were huddled5 together in the cabin, and Ann Eliza shrankinto its obscurest corner, shivering under the thin black mantlewhich had seemed so hot in July. She began to feel a littlebewildered as she stepped ashore7, but a paternal8 policeman put herinto the right car, and as in a dream she found herself retracingthe way to Mrs. Hochmuller's door. She had told the conductor thename of the street at which she wished to get out, and presentlyshe stood in the biting wind at the corner near the beer-saloon,where the sun had once beat down on her so fiercely. At length anempty car appeared, its yellow flank emblazoned with the name ofMrs. Hochmuller's suburb, and Ann Eliza was presently jolting9 pastthe narrow brick houses islanded between vacant lots like giantpiles in a desolate10 lagoon11. When the car reached the end of itsjourney she got out and stood for some time trying to rememberwhich turn Mr. Ramy had taken. She had just made up her mind toask the car-driver when he shook the reins12 on the backs of his leanhorses, and the car, still empty, jogged away toward Hoboken.
Ann Eliza, left alone by the roadside, began to movecautiously forward, looking about for a small red house with agable overhung by an elm-tree; but everything about her seemedunfamiliar and forbidding. One or two surly looking men slouchedpast with inquisitive13 glances, and she could not make up her mindto stop and speak to them.
At length a tow-headed boy came out of a swinging doorsuggestive of illicit14 conviviality15, and to him Ann Eliza venturedto confide16 her difficulty. The offer of five cents fired him withan instant willingness to lead her to Mrs. Hochmuller, and he wassoon trotting17 past the stone-cutter's yard with Ann Eliza in his wake.
Another turn in the road brought them to the little red house,and having rewarded her guide Ann Eliza unlatched the gate andwalked up to the door. Her heart was beating violently, and shehad to lean against the door-post to compose her twitching18 lips:
she had not known till that moment how much it was going to hurther to speak of Evelina to Mrs. Hochmuller. As her agitationsubsided she began to notice how much the appearance of the househad changed. It was not only that winter had stripped the elm, andblackened the flower-borders: the house itself had a debased anddeserted air. The window-panes were cracked and dirty, and one ortwo shutters19 swung dismally20 on loosened hinges.
She rang several times before the door was opened. At lengthan Irish woman with a shawl over her head and a baby in her armsappeared on the threshold, and glancing past her into the narrowpassage Ann Eliza saw that Mrs. Hochmuller's neat abode21 haddeteriorated as much within as without.
At the mention of the name the woman stared. "Mrs. who, didye say?""Mrs. Hochmuller. This is surely her house?""No, it ain't neither," said the woman turning away.
"Oh, but wait, please," Ann Eliza entreated22. "I can't bemistaken. I mean the Mrs. Hochmuller who takes in washing. I cameout to see her last June.""Oh, the Dutch washerwoman is it--her that used to live here?
She's been gone two months and more. It's Mike McNulty lives herenow. Whisht!" to the baby, who had squared his mouth for a howl.
Ann Eliza's knees grew weak. "Mrs. Hochmuller gone? Butwhere has she gone? She must be somewhere round here. Can't youtell me?""Sure an' I can't," said the woman. "She wint away beforeiver we come.""Dalia Geoghegan, will ye bring the choild in out av thecowld?" cried an irate23 voice from within.
"Please wait--oh, please wait," Ann Eliza insisted. "You seeI must find Mrs. Hochmuller.""Why don't ye go and look for her thin?" the woman returned,slamming the door in her face.
She stood motionless on the door-step, dazed by the immensityof her disappointment, till a burst of loud voices inside the housedrove her down the path and out of the gate.
Even then she could not grasp what had happened, and pausingin the road she looked back at the house, half hoping that Mrs.
Hochmuller's once detested24 face might appear at one of the grimywindows.
She was roused by an icy wind that seemed to spring upsuddenly from the desolate scene, piercing her thin dress likegauze; and turning away she began to retrace25 her steps. Shethought of enquiring26 for Mrs. Hochmuller at some of theneighbouring houses, but their look was so unfriendly that shewalked on without making up her mind at which door to ring. Whenshe reached the horse-car terminus a car was just moving off towardHoboken, and for nearly an hour she had to wait on the corner inthe bitter wind. Her hands and feet were stiff with cold when thecar at length loomed27 into sight again, and she thought of stoppingsomewhere on the way to the ferry for a cup of tea; but before theregion of lunch-rooms was reached she had grown so sick and dizzythat the thought of food was repulsive28. At length she foundherself on the ferry-boat, in the soothing29 stuffiness30 of thecrowded cabin; then came another interval31 of shivering on astreet-corner, another long jolting journey in a "cross-town" car thatsmelt of damp straw and tobacco; and lastly, in the cold spring dusk,she unlocked her door and groped her way through the shop to herfireless bedroom.
The next morning Mrs. Hawkins, dropping in to hear the resultof the trip, found Ann Eliza sitting behind the counter wrapped inan old shawl.
"Why, Miss Bunner, you're sick! You must have fever--yourface is just as red!""It's nothing. I guess I caught cold yesterday on the ferry-boat," Ann Eliza acknowledged.
"And it's jest like a vault32 in here!" Mrs. Hawkins rebukedher. "Let me feel your hand--it's burning. Now, Miss Bunner,you've got to go right to bed this very minute.""Oh, but I can't, Mrs. Hawkins." Ann Eliza attempted a wansmile. "You forget there ain't nobody but me to tend the store.""I guess you won't tend it long neither, if you ain'tcareful," Mrs. Hawkins grimly rejoined. Beneath her placidexterior she cherished a morbid33 passion for disease and death, andthe sight of Ann Eliza's suffering had roused her from her habitualindifference. "There ain't so many folks comes to the storeanyhow," she went on with unconscious cruelty, "and I'll go rightup and see if Miss Mellins can't spare one of her girls."Ann Eliza, too weary to resist, allowed Mrs. Hawkins to puther to bed and make a cup of tea over the stove, while MissMellins, always good-naturedly responsive to any appeal for help,sent down the weak-eyed little girl to deal with hypotheticalcustomers.
Ann Eliza, having so far abdicated34 her independence, sank intosudden apathy35. As far as she could remember, it was the first timein her life that she had been taken care of instead of taking care,and there was a momentary36 relief in the surrender. She swallowedthe tea like an obedient child, allowed a poultice to be applied37 toher aching chest and uttered no protest when a fire was kindled38 inthe rarely used grate; but as Mrs. Hawkins bent39 over to "settle"her pillows she raised herself on her elbow to whisper: "Oh, Mrs.
Hawkins, Mrs. Hochmuller warn't there." The tears rolled down hercheeks.
"She warn't there? Has she moved?""Over two months ago--and they don't know where she's gone.
Oh what'll I do, Mrs. Hawkins?""There, there, Miss Bunner. You lay still and don't fret40.
I'll ask Mr. Hawkins soon as ever he comes home."Ann Eliza murmured her gratitude41, and Mrs. Hawkins, bendingdown, kissed her on the forehead. "Don't you fret," she repeated,in the voice with which she soothed42 her children.
For over a week Ann Eliza lay in bed, faithfully nursed by hertwo neighbours, while the weak-eyed child, and the pale sewing girlwho had helped to finish Evelina's wedding dress, took turns inminding the shop. Every morning, when her friends appeared, AnnEliza lifted her head to ask: "Is there a letter?" and at theirgentle negative sank back in silence. Mrs. Hawkins, for severaldays, spoke43 no more of her promise to consult her husband as to thebest way of tracing Mrs. Hochmuller; and dread44 of freshdisappointment kept Ann Eliza from bringing up the subject.
But the following Sunday evening, as she sat for the firsttime bolstered45 up in her rocking-chair near the stove, while MissMellins studied the Police Gazette beneath the lamp, therecame a knock on the shop-door and Mr. Hawkins entered.
Ann Eliza's first glance at his plain friendly face showed herhe had news to give, but though she no longer attempted to hide heranxiety from Miss Mellins, her lips trembled too much to let herspeak.
"Good evening, Miss Bunner," said Mr. Hawkins in his draggingvoice. "I've been over to Hoboken all day looking round for Mrs.
Hochmuller.""Oh, Mr. Hawkins--you HAVE?""I made a thorough search, but I'm sorry to say it was no use.
She's left Hoboken--moved clear away, and nobody seems to knowwhere.""It was real good of you, Mr. Hawkins." Ann Eliza's voicestruggled up in a faint whisper through the submerging tide of herdisappointment.
Mr. Hawkins, in his embarrassed sense of being the bringer ofbad news, stood before her uncertainly; then he turned to go. "Notrouble at all," he paused to assure her from the doorway46.
She wanted to speak again, to detain him, to ask himto advise her; but the words caught in her throat and she lay backsilent.
The next day she got up early, and dressed and bonnetedherself with twitching fingers. She waited till the weak-eyedchild appeared, and having laid on her minute instructions as tothe care of the shop, she slipped out into the street. It hadoccurred to her in one of the weary watches of the previous nightthat she might go to Tiffany's and make enquiries about Ramy'spast. Possibly in that way she might obtain some information thatwould suggest a new way of reaching Evelina. She was guiltilyaware that Mrs. Hawkins and Miss Mellins would be angry with herfor venturing out of doors, but she knew she should never feel anybetter till she had news of Evelina.
The morning air was sharp, and as she turned to face the windshe felt so weak and unsteady that she wondered if she should everget as far as Union Square; but by walking very slowly, andstanding still now and then when she could do so without beingnoticed, she found herself at last before the jeweller's greatglass doors.
It was still so early that there were no purchasers in theshop, and she felt herself the centre of innumerable unemployedeyes as she moved forward between long lines of show-casesglittering with diamonds and silver.
She was glancing about in the hope of finding the clock-department without having to approach one of the impressivegentlemen who paced the empty aisles48, when she attracted theattention of one of the most impressive of the number.
The formidable benevolence49 with which he enquired50 what hecould do for her made her almost despair of explaining herself; butshe finally disentangled from a flurry of wrong beginnings therequest to be shown to the clock-department.
The gentleman considered her thoughtfully. "May I ask whatstyle of clock you are looking for? Would it be for a wedding-present, or--?"The irony51 of the allusion52 filled Ann Eliza's veins53 with suddenstrength. "I don't want to buy a clock at all. I want to see thehead of the department.""Mr. Loomis?" His stare still weighed her--then he seemed tobrush aside the problem she presented as beneath his notice. "Oh,certainly. Take the elevator to the second floor. Next aisle47 tothe left." He waved her down the endless perspective of show-cases.
Ann Eliza followed the line of his lordly gesture, and a swiftascent brought her to a great hall full of the buzzing and boomingof thousands of clocks. Whichever way she looked, clocks stretchedaway from her in glittering interminable vistas54: clocks of allsizes and voices, from the bell-throated giant of the hallway tothe chirping55 dressing-table toy; tall clocks of mahogany and brasswith cathedral chimes; clocks of bronze, glass, porcelain56, of everypossible size, voice and configuration57; and between their serriedranks, along the polished floor of the aisles, moved the languidforms of other gentlemanly floor-walkers, waiting for their dutiesto begin.
One of them soon approached, and Ann Eliza repeated herrequest. He received it affably.
"Mr. Loomis? Go right down to the office at the other end."He pointed58 to a kind of box of ground glass and highly polishedpanelling.
As she thanked him he turned to one of his companions and saidsomething in which she caught the name of Mr. Loomis, and which wasreceived with an appreciative59 chuckle60. She suspected herself ofbeing the object of the pleasantry, and straightened her thinshoulders under her mantle6.
The door of the office stood open, and within sat a gray-bearded man at a desk. He looked up kindly61, and again she askedfor Mr. Loomis.
"I'm Mr. Loomis. What can I do for you?"He was much less portentous62 than the others, though sheguessed him to be above them in authority; and encouraged by histone she seated herself on the edge of the chair he waved her to.
"I hope you'll excuse my troubling you, sir. I came to ask ifyou could tell me anything about Mr. Herman Ramy. He was employedhere in the clock-department two or three years ago."Mr. Loomis showed no recognition of the name.
"Ramy? When was he discharged?""I don't har'ly know. He was very sick, and when hegot well his place had been filled. He married my sister lastOctober and they went to St. Louis, I ain't had any news of themfor over two months, and she's my only sister, and I'm most crazyworrying about her.""I see." Mr. Loomis reflected. "In what capacity was Ramyemployed here?" he asked after a moment.
"He--he told us that he was one of the heads of the clock-department," Ann Eliza stammered63, overswept by a sudden doubt.
"That was probably a slight exaggeration. But I can tell youabout him by referring to our books. The name again?""Ramy--Herman Ramy."There ensued a long silence, broken only by the flutter ofleaves as Mr. Loomis turned over his ledgers64. Presently he lookedup, keeping his finger between the pages.
"Here it is--Herman Ramy. He was one of our ordinary workmen,and left us three years and a half ago last June.""On account of sickness?" Ann Eliza faltered66.
Mr. Loomis appeared to hesitate; then he said: "I see nomention of sickness." Ann Eliza felt his compassionate67 eyes on heragain. "Perhaps I'd better tell you the truth. He was dischargedfor drug-taking. A capable workman, but we couldn't keep himstraight. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but it seems fairer,since you say you're anxious about your sister."The polished sides of the office vanished from Ann Eliza'ssight, and the cackle of the innumerable clocks came to her likethe yell of waves in a storm. She tried to speak but could not;tried to get to her feet, but the floor was gone.
"I'm very sorry," Mr. Loomis repeated, closing the ledger65. "Iremember the man perfectly68 now. He used to disappear every now andthen, and turn up again in a state that made him useless for days."As she listened, Ann Eliza recalled the day when she had comeon Mr. Ramy sitting in abject69 dejection behind his counter. Shesaw again the blurred70 unrecognizing eyes he had raised to her, thelayer of dust over everything in the shop, and the green bronzeclock in the window representing a Newfoundland dog with his paw ona book. She stood up slowly.
"Thank you. I'm sorry to have troubled you.""It was no trouble. You say Ramy married your sister lastOctober?""Yes, sir; and they went to St. Louis right afterward71. Idon't know how to find her. I thought maybe somebody here mightknow about him.""Well, possibly some of the workmen might. Leave me your nameand I'll send you word if I get on his track."He handed her a pencil, and she wrote down her address; thenshe walked away blindly between the clocks.
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compassionate
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perfectly
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abject
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