The place was half filled when they arrived. All the front seats were taken save two. From these, hats mysteriously disappeared as Merry approached. She nodded Jeanne to one chair and chose another for herself.
“Those men saved seats for us,” Jeanne whispered in surprise. “Do ladies always get front seats?”
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“Never!” Merry shook her head vigorously. “Ladies are no good. They bid too high. After that they make a fuss because they’ve robbed themselves.”
“But you?”
“I’m no lady! Me?” The Irish girl drew herself up proudly. “I’m a buyer. They all know me, these men.
“Look, Weston!” She had turned to the man at her left. “This is Petite Jeanne. She’s going to buy, just one lot. You’ll lay off, won’t you?”
“Does she belong to the union?” The ruddy-faced German grinned.
“Sure,” Merry laughed back.
“All right, we’ll lay off, won’t we?” He turned to the man at his side.
“Certainly.” The one who spoke2 seemed as much out of place there as did Petite Jeanne. He was young and, in a way, handsome. His features were regular, his forehead high. But about his eyes was a look of dissatisfaction.
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“His life is a story, an interesting story,” Jeanne told herself. “I’d love to read it.” To this little French girl the world was a stage indeed, and all men actors. She was to learn more of the ways of those who haunt auction3 sales ere the day was done.
Had some great artist come upon that scene, he would surely have hidden himself away behind boxes and bundles, to peer through some narrow crack and prepare a hasty sketch4 which must in time be developed into an immortal5 work of art. There they were, Jeanne and Merry, like two beings from another world; two glowing spots of color, one orange, one bright purple, against a dull tide of brown, gray and black. The scene about them was grim and sordid6. It spoke of the cluttered7 stalls of Maxwell Street where the poor of the city quarrel over the rags that must serve them in lieu of garments, and of grim, stark8 tenements9 where men struggle in vain for warmth and bread.
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There were deep lines in the faces of those who ranged themselves, tier on tier, behind the girls, waiting patiently for the show, which was a weekly auction, to begin. And yet there was to be seen in many a pair of eyes a glint of pleasurable anticipation10.
“Look at them,” Merry whispered, allowing her glance to sweep the growing throng11. “They are gamblers; gamblers all.”
“Gamblers!” Jeanne voiced her astonishment12.
“They are. You shall see. And this is a gambling13 institution. The auctioneer will tell them they are gambling. Perhaps you will hear him say it. ‘It’s not what you can make, but what you stand to lose.’ He says that. And yet they bid.
“You will hear them very soon, bidding six dollars, seven, eight for three packages. What’s in the packages? They are wrapped tight. Not one of them can know. They bet their money that the packages will increase their meager14 pile of money.”
“And do they?”
“Very seldom. Oh, yes, sometimes there are fine new goods, silk stockings, dresses, shoes. They can’t all be bad.
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“But then, too, you may pay real money for a worthless bundle of rags or a handful of broken dishes.
“So you see,” she added with a sigh, “it’s the call of the gambler that brings them here.”
“And you,” said Jeanne, “do you also gamble?”
“Very seldom. I buy only what I can see. To-day there are lamps, good ones, and not badly broken. I shall buy them. I can see two new traveling bags. If they are empty they will sell for very little.
“But if they are full—” She threw back her shoulders and smiled. “Then you shall see how they will bid. For in their dreams they see in those bags, lost in the express by other people, a fortune in watches, diamonds and silks.
“And what will they find? A few moth15 eaten garments, some old letters, a book or two, and some worthless trinkets. Did you ever pack your treasures in a traveling bag? Never.
“But when men are poor—” She sighed again. “They will gamble, for they have little to lose and always dream of gaining much. And after all, what is life without dreams?”
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“Dreams! Ah, yes!” Jeanne answered. “And shall we not gamble a wee bit to-day?”
“Just a wee bit.” Merry squeezed her hand. “One small package for you and one for me.”
“Yes, yes, let’s do!” the little French girl whispered eagerly, “For this is my luckee day.”
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n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
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