Jennie Gerhardt - Драйзер Теодор - Страница 15

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Jennie coloured furiously, unable to speak a word.

"What is the trouble?" inquired Brander gravely. "Why should you talk to her like that?"

"She should not go out after dark," returned the father rudely. "I have told her two or three times now. I don't think you ought to come here any

more, either."

"And why?" asked the Senator, pausing to consider and choose his words.

"Isn't this rather peculiar? What has your daughter done?"

"What has she done!" exclaimed Gerhardt, his excitement growing under the strain he was enduring, and speaking almost unaccented English in

consequence. "She is running around the streets at night when she

oughtn't to be. I don't want my daughter taken out after dark by a man of your age. What do you want with her anyway? She is only a child yet."

"Want?" said the Senator, straining to regain his ruffled dignity. "I want to talk with her, of course. She is old enough to be interesting to me. I want to marry her if she will have me."

"I want you to go out of here and stay out of here," returned the father losing all sense of logic, and descending to the ordinary level of parental compulsion. "I don't want you to come around my house any more. I have enough trouble without my daughter being taken out and given a bad

name."

"I tell you frankly," said the Senator, drawing himself up to his full height, "that you will have to make clear your meaning. I have done

nothing that I am ashamed of. Your daughter has not come to any harm

through me. Now, I want to know what you mean by conducting yourself

in this manner."

"I mean," said Gerhardt, excitedly repeating himself, "I mean, I mean that the whole neighbourhood talks about how you come around here, and

have buggy-rides and walks with my daughter when I am not here—that's

what I mean. I mean that you are no man of honourable intentions, or you

would not come taking up with a little girl who is only old enough to be

your daughter. People tell me well enough what you are. Just you go and

leave my daughter alone."

"People!" said the Senator. "Well, I care nothing for your people. I love your daughter, and I am here to see her because I do love her. It is my

intention to marry her, and if your neighbours have anything to say to

that, let them say it. There is no reason why you should conduct yourself in this manner before you know what my intentions are."

Unnerved by this unexpected and terrible altercation, Jennie had backed

away to the door leading out into the dining-room, and her mother, seeing her, came forward.

"Oh," said the latter, breathing excitedly, "he came home when you were away. What shall we do?" They clung together, as women do, and wept

silently. The dispute continued.

"Marry, eh," exclaimed the father. "Is that it?"

"Yes," said the Senator, "marry, that is exactly it. Your daughter is eighteen years of age and can decide for herself. You have insulted me

and outraged your daughter's feelings. Now, I wish you to know that it

cannot stop here. If you have any cause to say anything against me

outside of mere hearsay I wish you to say it."

The Senator stood before him, a very citadel of righteousness. He was

neither loud-voiced nor angry-mannered, but there was a tightness about

his lips which bespoke the man of force and determination.

"I don't want to talk to you any more," returned Gerhardt, who was checked but not overawed. "My daughter is my daughter. I am the one

who will say whether she shall go out at night, or whether she shall marry you, either. I know what you politicians are. When I first met you I

thought you were a fine man, but now, since I see the way you conduct

yourself with my daughter, I don't want anything more to do with you.

Just you go and stay away from here. That's all I ask of you."

"I am sorry, Mrs. Gerhardt," said Brander, turning deliberately away from the angry father, "to have had such an argument in your home. I had no idea that your husband was opposed to my visits. However, I will leave

the matter as it stands for the present. You must not take all this as badly as it seems."

Gerhardt looked on in astonishment at his coolness.

"I will go now," he said, again addressing Gerhardt, "but you mustn't think that I am leaving this matter for good. You have made a serious

mistake this evening. I hope you will realise that. I bid you good-night."

He bowed slightly and went out.

Gerhardt closed the door firmly. "Now," he said, turning to his daughter and wife, "we will see whether we are rid of him or not. I will show you how to go after night upon the streets when everybody is talking already."

In so far as words were concerned, the argument ceased, but looks and

feelings ran strong and deep, and for days thereafter scarcely a word was spoken in the little cottage. Gerhardt began to brood over the fact that he had accepted his place from the Senator and decided to give it up. He

made it known that no more of the Senator's washing was to be done in

their house, and if he had not been sure that Mrs. Gerhardt's hotel work

was due to her own efforts in finding it he would have stopped that. No

good would come out of it, anyway. If she had never gone to the hotel all this talk would never have come upon them.

As for the Senator, he went away decidedly ruffled by this crude

occurrence. Neighbourhood slanders are bad enough on their own plane,

but for a man of his standing to descend and become involved in one

struck him now as being a little bit unworthy. He did not know what to do about the situation, and while he was trying to come to some decision

several days went by. Then he was called to Washington, and he went

away without having seen Jennie again.

In the meantime the Gerhardt family struggled along as before. They

were poor, indeed, but Gerhardt was willing to face poverty if only it

could be endured with honour. The grocery bills were of the same size,

however. The children's clothing was steadily wearing out. Economy had

to be practised, and payments stopped on old bills that Gerhardt was

trying to adjust.

Then came a day when the annual interest on the mortgage was due, and

yet another when two different grocery-men met Gerhardt on the street

and asked about their little bills. He did not hesitate to explain just what the situation was, and to tell them with convincing honesty that he would try hard and do the best he could. But his spirit was unstrung by his

misfortunes. He prayed for the favour of Heaven while at his labour, and

did not hesitate to use the daylight hours that he should have had for

sleeping to go about—either looking for a more remunerative position or

to obtain such little jobs as he could now and then pick up. One of them

was that of cutting grass.

Mrs. Gerhardt protested that he was killing himself, but he explained his procedure by pointing to their necessity.

"When people stop me on the street and ask me for money I have no time to sleep."

It was a distressing situation for all of them.

To cap it all, Sebastian got in jail. It was that old coal- stealing ruse of his practised once too often. He got up on a car one evening while Jennie and the children waited for him, and a railroad detective arrested him. There had been a good deal of coal stealing during the past two years, but so

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