按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
vicarious； a substitute for that greater destiny out of which Hannah had
been cheated by fate。 A substitute； yes； and perhaps become something of
a mania； like her father's Bumpus papers。。。。 Janet left the room
swiftly； entered the bedroom； put on her coat and hat； and went out。
Across the street the light in Mr。 Tiernan's shop was still burning； and
through the window she perceived Mr。 Tiernan himself tilted back in his
chair； his feet on the table； the tip of his nose pointed straight at the
ceiling。 When the bell betrayed the opening of the door he let down his
chair on the floor with a bang。
〃Why； it's Miss Janet！〃 he exclaimed。 〃How are you this evening； now？ I
was just hoping some one would pay me a call。〃
Twinkling at her； he managed； somewhat magically； to dispel her temper of
pessimism； and she was moved to reply：
〃You know you were having a beautiful time； all by yourself。〃
〃A beautiful time； is it？ Maybe it's because I was dreaming of some
young lady a…coming to pay me a visit。〃
〃Well； dreams never come up to expectations； do they？〃
〃Then it's dreaming I am； still；〃 retorted Mr。 Tiernan； quickly。
Janet laughed。 His tone； though bantering； was respectful。 One of the
secrets of Mr。 Tiernan's very human success was due to his ability to
estimate his fellow creatures。 His manner of treating Janet； for
instance； was quite different from that he employed in dealing with Lise。
In the course of one interview he had conveyed to Lise； without arousing
her antagonism； the conviction that it was wiser to trust him than to
attempt to pull wool over his eyes。 Janet had the intelligence to trust
him； and to…night； as she faced him； the fact was brought home to her
with peculiar force that this wiry…haired little man was the person above
all others of her immediate acquaintance to seek in time of trouble。 It
was his great quality。 Moreover； Mr。 Tiernan； even in his morning
greetings as she passed； always contrived to convey to her； in some
unaccountable fashion； the admiration and regard in which he held her；
and the effect of her contact with him was invariably to give her a
certain objective image of herself； an increased self…confidence and
self…respect。 For instance； by the light dancing in Mr。 Tiernan's eyes
as he regarded her； she saw herself now as the mainstay of the helpless
family in the clay…yellow flat across the street。 And there was nothing；
she was convinced； Mr。 Tiernan did not know about that family。 So she
said：
〃I've come to see about the stove。〃
〃Sure；〃 he replied； as much as to say that the visit was not unexpected。
〃Well； I've been thinking about it； Miss Janet。 I've got a stove here I
know'll suit your mother。 It's a Reading； it's almost new。 Ye'd better
be having a look at it yourself。〃
He led her into a chaos of stoves； grates； and pipes at the back of the
store。
〃It's in need of a little polish；〃 he added； as he turned on a light；
〃but it's sound； and a good baker； and economical with coal。〃 He opened
the oven and took off the lids。
〃I'm afraid I don't know much about stoves；〃 she told him。 〃But I'll
trust your judgment。 How much is it？〃 she inquired hesitatingly。
He ran his hand through his corkscrewed hair； his familiar gesture。
〃Well； I'm willing to let ye have it for twenty…five dollars。 If that's
too muchmebbe we can find another。〃
〃Can you put it in to…morrow morning？〃 she asked。
〃I can that；〃 he said。 She drew out her purse。 〃Ye needn't be paying
for it all at once；〃 he protested； laying a hand on her arm。 〃You won't
be running away。〃
〃Oh； I'd ratherI have the money；〃 she declared hurriedly； and she
turned her back that he might not perceive； when she had extracted the
bills； how little was left in her purse。
〃I'll wager ye won't be wanting another soon；〃 he said； as he escorted
her to the door。 And he held it open； politely； looking after her； until
she had crossed the street； calling out a cheerful 〃Goodnight〃 that had
in it something of a benediction。 She avoided the dining…room and went
straight to bed； in a strange medley of feelings。 The self…sacrifice had
brought a certain self…satisfaction not wholly unpleasant。 She had been
equal to the situation； and a part of her being approved of this；a part
which had been suppressed in another mood wherein she had become
convinced that self…realization lay elsewhere。 Life was indeed a
bewildering thing。。。。
The next morning； at breakfast； though her mother's complaints continued；
Janet was silent as to her purchase； and she lingered on her return home
in the evening because she now felt a reluctance to appear in the role of
protector and preserver of the family。 She would have preferred； if
possible； to give the stove anonymously。 Not that the expression of
Hannah's gratitude was maudlin； she glared at Janet when she entered the
dining…room and exclaimed： 〃You hadn't ought to have gone and done it！〃
And Janet retorted； with almost equal vehemence：
〃Somebody had to do itdidn't they？ Who else was there？〃
〃It's a shame for you to spend your money on such things。 You'd ought to
save it you'll need it；〃 Hannah continued illogically。
〃It's lucky I had the money；〃 said Janet。
Both Janet and Hannah knew that these recriminations； from the other；
were the explosive expressions of deep feeling。 Janet knew that her
mother was profoundly moved by her sacrifice。 She herself was moved by
Hannah's plight； but tenderness and pity were complicated by a renewed
sense of rebellion against an existence that exacted such a situation。
〃I hope the stove's all right； mother；〃 she said。 〃Mr。 Tiernan seemed to
think it was a good one。〃
〃It's a different thing；〃 declared Hannah。 〃I was just wondering this
evening； before you came in； how I ever made out to cook anything on the
other。 Come and see how nice it looks。〃
Janet followed her into the kitchen。 As they stood close together gazing
at the new purchase Janet was uncomfortably aware of drops that ran a
little way in the furrows of Hannah's cheeks； stopped； and ran on again。
She seized her apron and clapped it to her face。
〃You hadn't ought to be made to do it！〃 she sobbed。
And Janet was suddenly impelled to commit an act rare in their
intercourse。 She kissed her； swiftly； on the cheek； and fled from the
room。。。。
Supper was an ordeal。 Janet did not relish her enthronement as a
heroine； she deplored and even resented her mother's attitude toward her
father； which puzzled her； for the studied cruelty of it seemed to belie
her affection for him。 Every act and gesture and speech of Hannah's took
on the complexion of an invidious reference to her reliability as
compared with Edward's worthlessness as a provider； and she contrived in
some sort to make the meal a sacrament in commemoration of her elder
daughter's act。
〃I guess you notice the difference in that pork；〃 she would exclaim； and
when he praised it and attributed its excellence to Janet's gift Hannah
observed： 〃As long as you ain't got a son； you're lucky to have a
daughter like her！〃
Janet squirmed。 Her father's acceptance of his comparative worthlessness
was s