Nothing like this afternoon, for instance, had ever happened to him before. He could not dismiss the old man from his mind. He pictured him plodding3 home in the weary heat—on foot, probably, to save carfare—opening the door of a hot little flat, and confessing to his daughter that the son of his friend had not been able to help him out. All evening they would plan helplessly until they said good night to each other—father and daughter, isolated4 by chance in this world—and went to lie awake with a pathetic loneliness in their two beds.
Mather's street-car came along, and he found a seat near the front, next to an old lady who looked at him grudgingly5 as she moved over. At the next block a crowd of girls from the department-store district flowed up the aisle6, and Mather unfolded his paper. Of late he had not indulged his habit of giving up his seat. Jaqueline was right—the average young girl was able to stand as well as he was. Giving up his seat was silly, a mere7 gesture. Nowadays not one woman in a dozen even bothered to thank him.
It was stifling8 hot in the car, and he wiped the heavy damp from his forehead. The aisle was thickly packed now, and a woman standing9 beside his seat was thrown momentarily against his shoulder as the car turned a corner. Mather took a long breath of the hot foul10 air, which persistently11 refused to circulate, and tried to centre his mind on a cartoon at the top of the sporting page.
"Move for'ard ina car, please!" The conductor's voice pierced the opaque12 column of humanity with raucous13 irritation14. "Plen'y of room for'ard!"
The crowd made a feeble attempt to shove forward, but the unfortunate fact that there was no space into which to move precluded15 any marked success. The car turned another corner, and again the woman next to Mather swayed against his shoulder. Ordinarily he would have given up his seat if only to avoid this reminder16 that she was there. It made him feel unpleasantly cold-blooded. And the car was horrible—horrible. They ought to put more of them on the line these sweltering days.
For the fifth time he looked at the pictures in the comic strip. There was a beggar in the second picture, and the wavering image of Mr. Lacy persistently inserted itself in the beggar's place. God! Suppose the old man really did starve to death—suppose he threw himself into the river.
"Once," thought Mather, "he helped my father. Perhaps, if he hadn't, my own life would have been different than it has been. But Lacy could afford it then—and I can't."
To force out the picture of Mr. Lacy, Mather tried to think of Jaqueline. He said to himself over and over that he would have been sacrificing Jaqueline to a played-out man who had had his chance and failed. Jaqueline needed her chance now as never before.
Mather looked at his watch. He had been on the car ten minutes. Fifteen minutes still to ride, and the heat increasing with breathless intensity17. The woman swayed against him once more, and looking out the window he saw that they were turning the last down-town corner.
It occurred to him that perhaps he ought, after all, to give the woman his seat—her last sway toward him had been a particularly tired sway. If he were sure she was an older woman—but the texture18 of her dress as it brushed his hand gave somehow the impression that she was a young girl. He did not dare look up to see. He was afraid of the appeal that might look out of her eyes if they were old eyes or the sharp contempt if they were young.
For the next five minutes his mind worked in a vague suffocated19 way on what now seemed to him the enormous problem of whether or not to give her the seat. He felt dimly that doing so would partially20 atone21 for his refusal to Mr. Lacy that afternoon. It would be rather terrible to have done those two cold-blooded things in succession—and on such a day.
He tried the cartoon again, but in vain. He must concentrate on Jaqueline. He was dead tired now, and if he stood up he would be more tired. Jaqueline would be waiting for him, needing him. She would be depressed22 and she would want him to hold her quietly in his arms for an hour after dinner. When he was tired this was rather a strain. And afterward23 when they went to bed she would ask him from time to time to get her her medicine or a glass of ice-water. He hated to show any weariness in doing these things. She might notice and, needing something, refrain from asking for it.
The girl in the aisle swayed against him once more—this time it was more like a sag24. She was tired, too. Well, it was weary to work. The ends of many proverbs that had to do with toil25 and the long day floated fragmentarily through his mind. Everybody in the world was tired—this woman, for instance, whose body was sagging26 so wearily, so strangely against his. But his home came first and his girl that he loved was waiting for him there. He must keep his strength for her, and he said to himself over and over that he would not give up his seat.
Then he heard a long sigh, followed by a sudden exclamation27, and he realized that the girl was no longer leaning against him. The exclamation multiplied into a clatter28 of voices—then came a pause—then a renewed clatter that travelled down the car in calls and little staccato cries to the conductor. The bell clanged violently, and the hot car jolted29 to a sudden stop.
"Girl fainted up here!"
"Too hot for her!"
"Just keeled right over!"
"Get back there! Gangway, you!"
The crowd eddied30 apart. The passengers in front squeezed back and those on the rear platform temporarily disembarked. Curiosity and pity bubbled out of suddenly conversing31 groups. People tried to help, got in the way. Then the bell rang and voices rose stridently again.
"Get her out all right?"
"Say, did you see that?"
"This damn' company ought to——"
"Did you see the man that carried her out? He was pale as a ghost, too."
"Yes, but did you hear——?"
"What?"
"That fella. That pale fella that carried her out. He was sittin' beside her—he says she's his wife!"
The house was quiet. A breeze pressed back the dark vine leaves of the veranda32, letting in thin yellow rods of moonlight on the wicker chairs. Jaqueline rested placidly33 on the long settee with her head in his arms. After a while she stirred lazily; her hand reaching up patted his cheek.
"I think I'll go to bed now. I'm so tired. Will you help me up?"
He lifted her and then laid her back among the pillows.
"I'll be with you in a minute," he said gently. "Can you wait for just a minute?"
He passed into the lighted living-room, and she heard him thumbing the pages of a telephone directory; then she listened as he called a number.
"Hello, is Mr. Lacy there? Why—yes, it is pretty important—if he hasn't gone to sleep."
A pause. Jaqueline could hear restless sparrows splattering through the leaves of the magnolia over the way. Then her husband at the telephone:
"Is this Mr. Lacy? Oh, this is Mather. Why—why, in regard to that matter we talked about this afternoon, I think I'll be able to fix that up after all." He raised his voice a little as though some one at the other end found it difficult to hear. "James Mather's son, I said— About that little matter this afternoon——"
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