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instinct thawed out in me； and I found myself wondering what use I could
make of what I had seen in the way of my trade。 Should I have something
very pathetic； like the old grandmother going out day after day to pick
up coke for her sick daughter's freezing orphans till she fell sick
herself？ What should I do with the family in that case？ They could not
be left at that point； and I promptly imagined a granddaughter； a girl of
about eighteen； very pretty and rather proud； a sort of belle in her
humble neighborhood； who should take her grandmother's place。 I decided
that I should have her Italian； because I knew something of Italians； and
could manage that nationality best； and I should call her Maddalena；
either Maddalena or Marina； Marina would be more Venetian； and I saw that
I must make her Venetian。 Here I was on safe ground； and at once the
love…interest appeared to help me out。 By virtue of the law of
contrasts； it appeared to me in the person of a Scandinavian lover； tall；
silent； blond； whom I at once felt I could do； from my acquaintance with
Scandinavian lovers in Norwegian novels。 His name was Janssen； a good；
distinctive Scandinavian name； I do not know but it is Swedish； and I
thought he might very well be a Swede； I could imagine his manner from
that of a Swedish waitress we once had。
JanssenJan Janssen； say…drove the coke…cart which Marina's grandmother
used to follow out of the coke…yard； to pick up the bits of coke as they
were jolted from it； and he had often noticed her with deep indifference。
At first he noticed Marinaor Nina； as I soon saw I must call herwith
the same unconcern； for in her grandmother's hood and jacket and check
apron； with her head held shamefacedly downward； she looked exactly like
the old woman。 I thought I would have Nina make her self…sacrifice
rebelliously； as a girl like her would be apt to do； and follow the
cokecart with tears。 This would catch Janssen's notice； and he would
wonder； perhaps with a little pang； what the old woman was crying about；
and then he would see that it was not the old woman。 He would see that
it was Nina； and he would be in love with her at once； for she would not
only be very pretty； but he would know that she was good； if she were
willing to help her family in that way。
He would respect the girl； in his dull； sluggish； Northern way。 He would
do nothing to betray himself。 But little by little he would begin to
befriend her。 He would carelessly overload his cart before he left the
yard； so that the coke would fall from it more lavishly； and not only
this； but if he saw a stone or a piece of coal in the street he would
drive over it； so that more coke would be jolted from his load。
Nina would get to watching for him。 She must not notice him much at
first； except as the driver of the overladen； carelessly driven cart。
But after several mornings she must see that he is very strong and
handsome。 Then； after several mornings more； their eyes must meet； her
vivid black eyes； with the tears of rage and shame in them； and his cold
blue eyes。 This must be the climax； and just at this point I gave my
fancy a rest； while I went into a drugstore at the corner of Avenue B to
get my hands warm。
They were abominably cold； even in my pockets； and I had suffered past
several places trying to think of an excuse to go in。 I now asked the
druggist if he had something which I felt pretty sure he had not； and
this put him in the wrong； so that when we fell into talk he was very
polite。 We agreed admirably about the hard times； and he gave way
respectfully when I doubted his opinion that the winters were getting
milder。 I made him reflect that there was no reason for this； and that
it was probably an illusion from that deeper impression which all
experiences made on us in the past； when we were younger； I ought to say
that he was an elderly man； too。 I said I fancied such a morning as this
was not very mild for people that had no fires； and this brought me back
again to Janssen and Marina； by way of the coke…cart。 The thought of
them rapt me so far from the druggist that I listened to his answer with
a glazing eye； and did not know what he said。 My hands had now got warm；
and I bade him good…morning with a parting regret； which he civilly
shared； that he had not the thing I had not wanted； and I pushed out
again into the cold； which I found not so bad as before。
My hero and heroine were waiting for me there； and I saw that to be truly
modern； to be at once realistic and mystical； to have both delicacy and
strength； I must not let them get further acquainted with each other。
The affair must simply go on from day to day； till one morning Jan must
note that it was again the grandmother and no longer the girl who was
following his cart。 She must be very weak from a long sicknessI was
not sure whether to have it the grippe or not； but I decided upon that
provisionally and she must totter after Janssen； so that he must get down
after a while to speak to her under pretence of arranging the tail…board
of his cart； or something of that kind； I did not care for the detail。
They should get into talk in the broken English which was the only
language they could have in common； and she should burst into tears； and
tell him that now Nina was sick； I imagined making this very simple； but
very touching； and I really made it so touching that it brought the lump
into my own throat； and I knew it would be effective with the reader。
Then I had Jan get back upon his cart； and drive stolidly on again； and
the old woman limp feebly after。
There should not be any more； I decided； except that one very cold
morning； like that； Jan should be driving through that street； and should
be passing the door of the tenement house where Nina had lived； just as a
little procession should be issuing from it。 The fact must be told in
brief sentences； with a total absence of emotionality。 The last touch
must be Jan's cart turning the street corner with Jan's figure sharply
silhouetted against the clear； cold morning light。 Nothing more。
But it was at this point that another notion came into my mind； so antic；
so impish； so fiendish； that if there were still any Evil One； in a world
which gets on so poorly without him； I should attribute it to his
suggestion； and this was that the procession which Jan saw issuing from
the tenement…house door was not a funeral procession； as the reader will
have rashly fancied； but a wedding procession； with Nina at the head of
it； quite well again； and going to be married to the little brown youth
with ear…rings who had long had her heart。
With a truly perverse instinct； I saw how strong this might be made； at
the fond reader's expense； to be sure； and how much more pathetic； in
such a case； the silhouetted figure on the coke…cart would really be。
I should； of course； make it perfectly plain that no one was to blame；
and that the whole affair had been so tacit on Jan's part that Nina might
very well have known nothing of his feeling for her。 Perhaps at the very
end I might subtly insinuate that it was possible he might have had no
such feeling towar