“Itain’tnofun，isit？”heinquired，wishingvainlyfora，cheeryreply。
　　“Notmuch，“answeredHurstwood。
　　“I’dtacklehimnow，“volunteeredtheyouth。”Hemaygo’way。”
　　Hurstwooddidso。
　　“Isn’ttheresomeplaceIcanstayaroundhereto-night？”he，inquired。”IfIhavetogobacktoNewYork，I’mafraidIwon’t“
　　“There’resomecotsupstairs，“interruptedtheman，“ifyouwant，oneofthem。”
　　“That’lldo，“heassented。
　　Hemeanttoaskforamealticket，buttheseeminglyproper，momentnevercame，andhedecidedtopayhimselfthatnight。
　　“I’llaskhiminthemorning。”
　　Heateinacheaprestaurantinthevicinity，and，beingcoldand，lonely，wentstraightofftoseektheloftinquestion。The，companywasnotattemptingtoruncarsafternightfall。Itwas，soadvisedbythepolice。
　　Theroomseemedtohavebeenaloungingplacefornightworkers。
　　Thereweresomeninecotsintheplace，twoorthreewooden，chairs，asoapbox，andasmall，round-belliedstove，inwhicha，firewasblazing。Earlyashewas，anothermanwastherebefore，him。Thelatterwassittingbesidethestovewarminghishands。
　　Hurstwoodapproachedandheldouthisowntowardthefire。He，wassickofthebarenessandprivationofallthingsconnected，withhisventure，butwassteelinghimselftoholdout。He，fanciedhecouldforawhile。
　　“Cold，isn’tit？”saidtheearlyguest。
　　“Rather。”
　　Alongsilence。
　　“Notmuchofaplacetosleepin，isit？”saidtheman。
　　“Betterthannothing，“repliedHurstwood。
　　Anothersilence。
　　“IbelieveI’llturnin，“saidtheman。
　　Rising，hewenttooneofthecotsandstretchedhimself，removingonlyhisshoes，andpullingtheoneblanketanddirty，oldcomforteroverhiminasortofbundle。Thesightdisgusted，Hurstwood，buthedidnotdwellonit，choosingtogazeintothe，stoveandthinkofsomethingelse。Presentlyhedecidedto，retire，andpickedacot，alsoremovinghisshoes。
　　Whilehewasdoingso，theyouthwhohadadvisedhimtocomehere，entered，and，seeingHurstwood，triedtobegenial。
　　“Better’nnothin’，“heobserved，lookingaround。
　　Hurstwooddidnottakethistohimself。Hethoughtittobean，expressionofindividualsatisfaction，andsodidnotanswer。
　　Theyouthimaginedhewasoutofsorts，andsettowhistling，softly。Seeinganothermanasleep，hequitthatandlapsedinto，silence。
　　Hurstwoodmadethebestofabadlotbykeepingonhisclothes，andpushingawaythedirtycoveringfromhishead，butatlasthe，dozedinsheerweariness。Thecoveringbecamemoreandmore，comfortable，itscharacterwasforgotten，andhepulleditabout，hisneckandslept。
　　Inthemorninghewasarousedoutofapleasantdreambyseveral，menstirringaboutinthecold，cheerlessroom。Hehadbeenback，inChicagoinfancy，inhisowncomfortablehome。Jessicahad，beenarrangingtogosomewhere，andhehadbeentalkingwithher，aboutit。Thiswassoclearinhismind，thathewasstartled，nowbythecontrastofthisroom。Heraisedhishead，andthe，cold，bitterrealityjarredhimintowakefulness。
　　“GuessI’dbettergetup，“hesaid。
　　Therewasnowateronthisfloor。Heputonhisshoesinthe，coldandstoodup，shakinghimselfinhisstiffness。Hisclothes，feltdisagreeable，hishairbad。
　　“Hell！”hemuttered，asheputonhishat。
　　Downstairsthingswerestirringagain。
　　Hefoundahydrant，withatroughwhichhadoncebeenusedfor，horses，buttherewasnotowelhere，andhishandkerchiefwas，soiledfromyesterday。Hecontentedhimselfwithwettinghis，eyeswiththeice-coldwater。Thenhesoughttheforeman，who，wasalreadyontheground。
　　“Hadyourbreakfastyet？”inquiredthatworthy。
　　“No，“saidHurstwood。
　　“Bettergetit，then;yourcarwon’tbereadyforalittle，while。”
　　Hurstwoodhesitated。
　　“Couldyouletmehaveamealticket？”heaskedwithaneffort。
　　“Hereyouare，“saidtheman，handinghimone。
　　Hebreakfastedaspoorlyasthenightbeforeonsomefriedsteak，andbadcoffee。Thenhewentback。
　　“Here，“saidtheforeman，motioninghim，whenhecamein。”You，takethiscaroutinafewminutes。”
　　Hurstwoodclimbedupontheplatforminthegloomybarnand，waitedforasignal。Hewasnervous，andyetthethingwasa，relief。Anythingwasbetterthanthebarn。
　　Onthisthefourthdayofthestrike，thesituationhadtakena，turnfortheworse。Thestrikers，followingthecounseloftheir，leadersandthenewspapers，hadstruggledpeaceablyenough。
　　Therehadbeennogreatviolencedone。Carshadbeenstopped，it，istrue，andthemenarguedwith。Somecrewshadbeenwonover，andledaway，somewindowsbroken，somejeeringandyellingdone;
　　butinnomorethanfiveorsixinstanceshadmenbeenseriously，injured。Thesebycrowdswhoseactstheleadersdisclaimed。
　　Idleness，however，andthesightofthecompany，backedbythe，police，triumphing，angeredthemen。Theysawthateachdaymore，carsweregoingon，eachdaymoredeclarationswerebeingmadeby，thecompanyofficialsthattheeffectiveoppositionofthe，strikerswasbroken。Thisputdesperatethoughtsinthemindsof，themen。Peacefulmethodsmeant，theysaw，thatthecompanies，wouldsoonrunalltheircarsandthosewhohadcomplainedwould，beforgotten。Therewasnothingsohelpfultothecompaniesas，peacefulmethods。
　　Allatoncetheyblazedforth，andforaweektherewasstormand，stress。Carswereassailed，menattacked，policemenstruggled，with，trackstornup，andshotsfired，untilatlaststreet，fightsandmobmovementsbecamefrequent，andthecitywas，investedwithmilitia。
　　Hurstwoodknewnothingofthechangeoftemper。
　　“Runyourcarout，“calledtheforeman，wavingavigoroushandat，him。Agreenconductorjumpedupbehindandrangthebelltwice，asasignaltostart。Hurstwoodturnedtheleverandranthecar，outthroughthedoorintothestreetinfrontofthebarn。Here，twobrawnypolicemengotupbesidehimontheplatform——oneon，eitherhand。
　　Atthesoundofagongnearthebarndoor，twobellsweregiven，bytheconductorandHurstwoodopenedhislever。
　　Thetwopolicemenlookedaboutthemcalmly。
　　“’Tiscold，allright，thismorning，“saidtheoneontheleft，whopossessedarichbrogue。
　　“Ihadenoughofityesterday，“saidtheother。”Iwouldn’twant，asteadyjobofthis。”
　　“NorI。”
　　NeitherpaidtheslightestattentiontoHurstwood，whostood，facingthecoldwind，whichwaschillinghimcompletely，and，thinkingofhisorders。
　　“Keepasteadygait，“theforemanhadsaid。”Don’tstopforany，onewhodoesn’tlooklikearealpassenger。Whateveryoudo，don’tstopforacrowd。”
　　Thetwoofficerskeptsilentforafewmoments。
　　“Thelastmanmusthavegonethroughallright，“saidtheofficer，ontheleft。”Idon’tseehiscaranywhere。”
　　“Who’sonthere？”askedthesecondofficer，referring，ofcourse，toitscomplementofpolicemen。
　　“SchaefferandRyan。”
　　Therewasanothersilence，inwhichthecarransmoothlyalong。
　　Therewerenotsomanyhousesalongthispartoftheway。
　　Hurstwooddidnotseemanypeopleeither。Thesituationwasnot，whollydisagreeabletohim。Ifhewerenotsocold，hethought，hewoulddowellenough。
　　Hewasbroughtoutofthisfeelingbythesuddenappearanceofa，curveahead，whichhehadnotexpected。Heshutoffthecurrent，anddidanenergeticturnatthebrake，butnotintimetoavoid，anunnaturallyquickturn。Itshookhimupandmadehimfeel，likemakingsomeapologeticremarks，butherefrained。
　　“Youwanttolookoutforthemthings，“saidtheofficeronthe，left，condescendingly。
　　“That’sright，“agreedHurstwood，shamefacedly。
　　“There’slotsofthemonthisline，“saidtheofficeronthe，right。
　　Aroundthecorneramorepopulatedwayappeared。Oneortwo，pedestrianswereinviewahead。Aboycomingoutofagatewith，atinmilkbucketgaveHurstwoodhisfirstobjectionable，greeting。
　　“Scab！”heyelled。”Scab！”
　　Hurstwoodheardit，buttriedtomakenocomment，evento，himself。Heknewhewouldgetthat，andmuchmoreofthesame，sort，probably。
　　Atacornerfartherupamanstoodbythetrackandsignalledthe，cartostop。
　　“Nevermindhim，“saidoneoftheofficers。”He’suptosome，game。”
　　Hurstwoodobeyed。Atthecornerhesawthewisdomofit。No，soonerdidthemanperceivetheintentiontoignorehim，thanhe，shookhisfist。
　　“Ah，youbloodycoward！”heyelled。
　　Somehalfdozenmen，standingonthecorner，flungtauntsand，jeersafterthespeedingcar。
　　Hurstwoodwincedtheleastbit。Therealthingwasslightly，worsethanthethoughtsofithadbeen。
　　Nowcameinsight，threeorfourblocksfartheron，aheapof，somethingonthetrack。
　　“They’vebeenatwork，here，allright，“saidoneofthe，policemen。
　　“We’llhaveanargument，maybe，“saidtheother。
　　Hurstwoodranthecarcloseandstopped。Hehadnotdoneso，wholly，however，beforeacrowdgatheredabout。Itwascomposed，ofex-motormenandconductorsinpart，withasprinklingof，friendsandsympathisers。
　　“Comeoffthecar，pardner，“saidoneofthemeninavoicemeant，tobeconciliatory。”Youdon’twanttotakethebreadoutof，anotherman’smouth，doyou？”
　　Hurstwoodheldtohisbrakeandlever，paleandveryuncertain，whattodo。
　　“Standback，“yelledoneoftheofficers，leaningoverthe，platformrailing。”Clearoutofthis，now。Givethemana，chancetodohiswork。”
　　“Listen，pardner，“saidtheleader，ignoringthepolicemanand，addressingHurstwood。”We’reallworkingmen，likeyourself。If，youwerearegularmotorman，andhadbeentreatedaswe’vebeen，youwouldn’twantanyonetocomeinandtakeyourplace，would，you？Youwouldn’twantanyonetodoyououtofyourchanceto，getyourrights，wouldyou？”
　　“Shutheroff！shutheroff！”urgedtheotherofthepolicemen，roughly。”Getoutofthis，now，“andhejumpedtherailingand，landedbeforethecrowdandbeganshoving。Instantlytheother，officerwasdownbesidehim。
　　“Standback，now，“theyyelled。”Getoutofthis。Whatthehell，doyoumean？Out，now。”
　　Itwaslikeasmallswarmofbees。
　　“Don’tshoveme，“saidoneofthestrikers，determinedly。”I’m，notdoinganything。”
　　“Getoutofthis！”criedtheofficer，swinginghisclub。”I’ll，giveyeabatonthesconce。Back，now。”
　　“Whatthehell！”criedanotherofthestrikers，pushingtheother，way，addingatthesametimesomelustyoaths。
　　Crackcameanofficer’sclubonhisforehead。Heblinkedhis，eyesblindlyafewtimes，wabbledonhislegs，threwuphis，hands，andstaggeredback。Inreturn，aswiftfistlandedonthe，officer’sneck。
　　Infuriatedbythis，thelatterplungedleftandright，laying，aboutmadlywithhisclub。Hewasablyassistedbyhisbrother，oftheblue，whopouredponderousoathsuponthetroubledwaters。
　　Noseveredamagewasdone，owingtotheagilityofthestrikers，inkeepingoutofreach。Theystoodaboutthesidewalknowand，jeered。
　　“Whereistheconductor？”yelledoneoftheofficers，gettinghis，eyeonthatindividual，whohadcomenervouslyforwardtostand，byHurstwood。Thelatterhadstoodgazinguponthescenewith，moreastonishmentthanfear。
　　“Whydon’tyoucomedownhereandgetthesestonesoffthe，track？”inquiredtheofficer。”Whatyoustandingtherefor？Do，youwanttostayhereallday？Getdown。”
　　Hurstwoodbreathedheavilyinexcitementandjumpeddownwiththe，nervousconductorasifhehadbeencalled。
　　“Hurryup，now，“saidtheotherpoliceman。
　　Coldasitwas，theseofficerswerehotandmad。Hurstwood，workedwiththeconductor，liftingstoneafterstoneandwarming，himselfbythework。
　　“Ah，youscab，you！”yelledthecrowd。”Youcoward！Steala，man’sjob，willyou？Robthepoor，willyou，youthief？We’llget，youyet，now。Wait。”
　　Notallofthiswasdeliveredbyoneman。Itcamefromhereand，there，incorporatedwithmuchmoreofthesamesortandcurses。
　　“Work，youblackguards，“yelledavoice。”Dothedirtywork。
　　You’rethesuckersthatkeepthepoorpeopledown！”
　　“MayGodstarveyeyet，“yelledanoldIrishwoman，whonowthrew，openanearbywindowandstuckoutherhead。
　　“Yes，andyou，“sheadded，catchingtheeyeofoneofthe，policemen。”Youbloody，murtherin’thafe！Crackmysonoverthe，head，willyou，youhardhearted，murtherin’divil？Ah，ye——“
　　Buttheofficerturnedadeafear。
　　“Gotothedevil，youoldhag，“hehalfmutteredashestared，rounduponthescatteredcompany。
　　Nowthestoneswereoff，andHurstwoodtookhisplaceagainamid，acontinuedchorusofepithets。Bothofficersgotupbesidehim，andtheconductorrangthebell，when，bang！bang！throughwindow，anddoorcamerocksandstones。OnenarrowlygrazedHurstwood’s，head。Anothershatteredthewindowbehind。
　　“Throwopenyourlever，“yelledoneoftheofficers，grabbingat，thehandlehimself。
　　Hurstwoodcompliedandthecarshotaway，followedbyarattleof，stonesandarainofcurses。
　　“That——hitmeintheneck，“saidoneofthe，officers。”Igavehimagoodcrackforit，though。”
　　“IthinkImusthaveleftspotsonsomeofthem，“saidtheother。
　　“Iknowthatbigguythatcalledusa——“saidthe，first。”I’llgethimyetforthat。”
　　“Ithoughtwewereinforitsure，oncethere，“saidthesecond。
　　Hurstwood，warmedandexcited，gazedsteadilyahead。Itwasan，astonishingexperienceforhim。Hehadreadofthesethings，but，therealityseemedsomethingaltogethernew。Hewasnocowardin，spirit。Thefactthathehadsufferedthismuchnowrather，operatedtoarouseastoliddeterminationtostickitout。He，didnotrecurinthoughttoNewYorkortheflat。Thisonetrip，seemedaconsumingthing。
　　TheynowranintothebusinessheartofBrooklynuninterrupted。
　　PeoplegazedatthebrokenwindowsofthecarandatHurstwoodin，hisplainclothes。Voicescalled“scab“nowandthen，aswellas，otherepithets，butnocrowdattackedthecar。Atthedowntown，endoftheline，oneoftheofficerswenttocalluphisstation，andreportthetrouble。
　　“There’sagangoutthere，“hesaid，“layingforusyet。Better，sendsomeoneoverthereandcleanthemout。”
　　Thecarranbackmorequietly——hooted，watched，flungat，butnot，attacked。Hurstwoodbreathedfreelywhenhesawthebarns。
　　“Well，“heobservedtohimself，“Icameoutofthatallright。”
　　Thecarwasturnedinandhewasallowedtoloafawhile，but，laterhewasagaincalled。Thistimeanewteamofofficerswas，aboard。Slightlymoreconfident，hespedthecaralongthe，commonplacestreetsandfeltsomewhatlessfearful。Ononeside，however，hesufferedintensely。Thedaywasraw，witha，sprinklingofsnowandagustywind，madeallthemore，intolerablebythespeedofthecar。Hisclothingwasnot，intendedforthissortofwork。Heshivered，stampedhisfeet，andbeathisarmsashehadseenothermotormendointhepast，butsaidnothing。Thenoveltyanddangerofthesituation，modifiedinawayhisdisgustanddistressatbeingcompelledto，behere，butnotenoughtopreventhimfromfeelinggrimand，sour。Thiswasadog’slife，hethought。Itwasatoughthing，tohavetocometo。
　　Theonethoughtthatstrengthenedhimwastheinsultofferedby，Carrie。Hewasnotdownsolowastotakeallthat，hethought。
　　Hecoulddosomething——this，even——forawhile。Itwouldget，better。Hewouldsavealittle。
　　Aboythrewaclodofmudwhilehewasthusreflectingandhit，himuponthearm。Ithurtsharplyandangeredhimmorethanhe，hadbeenanytimesincemorning。
　　“Thelittlecur！”hemuttered。
　　“Hurtyou？”askedoneofthepolicemen。
　　“No，“heanswered。
　　Atoneofthecorners，wherethecarslowedupbecauseofaturn，anex-motorman，standingonthesidewalk，calledtohim：
　　“Won’tyoucomeout，pardner，andbeaman？Rememberwe’re，fightingfordecentday’swages，that’sall。We’vegotfamilies，tosupport。”Themanseemedmostpeaceablyinclined。
　　Hurstwoodpretendednottoseehim。Hekepthiseyesstraighton，beforeandopenedtheleverwide。Thevoicehadsomething，appealinginit。
　　Allmorningthiswentonandlongintotheafternoon。Hemade，threesuchtrips。Thedinnerhehadwasnostayforsuchwork，andthecoldwastellingonhim。Ateachendofthelinehe，stoppedtothawout，buthecouldhavegroanedattheanguishof，it。Oneofthebarnmen，outofpity，loanedhimaheavycapand，apairofsheepskingloves，andforoncehewasextremely，thankful。
　　Onthesecondtripoftheafternoonheranintoacrowdabout，halfwayalongtheline，thathadblockedthecar’sprogresswith，anoldtelegraphpole。
　　“Getthatthingoffthetrack，“shoutedthetwopolicemen。
　　“Yah，yah，yah！”yelledthecrowd。”Getitoffyourself。”
　　ThetwopolicemengotdownandHurstwoodstartedtofollow。
　　“Youstaythere，“onecalled。”Someonewillrunawaywithyour，car。”
　　Amidthebabelofvoices，Hurstwoodheardoneclosebesidehim。
　　“Comedown，pardner，andbeaman。Don’tfightthepoor。Leave，thattothecorporations。”
　　Hesawthesamefellowwhohadcalledtohimfromthecorner。
　　Now，asbefore，hepretendednottohearhim。
　　“Comedown，“themanrepeatedgently。”Youdon’twanttofight，poormen。Don’tfightatall。”Itwasamostphilosophicand，jesuiticalmotorman。
　　Athirdpolicemanjoinedtheothertwofromsomewhereandsome，onerantotelephoneformoreofficers。Hurstwoodgazedabout，determinedbutfearful。
　　Amangrabbedhimbythecoat。
　　“Comeoffofthat，“heexclaimed，jerkingathimandtryingto，pullhimovertherailing。
　　“Letgo，“saidHurstwood，savagely。
　　“I’llshowyou——youscab！”criedayoungIrishman，jumpingupon，thecarandaimingablowatHurstwood。Thelatterduckedand，caughtitontheshoulderinsteadofthejaw。
　　“Awayfromhere，“shoutedanofficer，hasteningtotherescue，andadding，ofcourse，theusualoaths。
　　Hurstwoodrecoveredhimself，paleandtrembling。Itwasbecoming，seriouswithhimnow。Peoplewerelookingupandjeeringathim。
　　Onegirlwasmakingfaces。
　　Hebegantowaverinhisresolution，whenapatrolwagonrolled，upandmoreofficersdismounted。Nowthetrackwasquickly，clearedandthereleaseeffected。
　　“Lethergonow，quick，“saidtheofficer，andagainhewasoff。
　　Theendcamewitharealmob，whichmetthecaronitsreturn，tripamileortwofromthebarns。Itwasanexceedinglypoor-
　　lookingneighbourhood。Hewantedtorunfastthroughit，but，againthetrackwasblocked。Hesawmencarryingsomethingout，toitwhenhewasyetahalf-dozenblocksaway。
　　“Theretheyareagain！”exclaimedonepoliceman。
　　“I’llgivethemsomethingthistime，“saidthesecondofficer，whosepatiencewasbecomingworn。Hurstwoodsufferedaqualmof，bodyasthecarrolledup。Asbefore，thecrowdbeganhooting，butnow，ratherthancomenear，theythrewthings。Oneortwo，windowsweresmashedandHurstwooddodgedastone。
　　Bothpolicemenranouttowardthecrowd，butthelatterreplied，byrunningtowardthecar。Awoman——ameregirlinappearance——
　　wasamongthese，bearingaroughstick。Shewasexceedingly，wrathfulandstruckatHurstwood，whododged。Thereupon，her，companions，dulyencouraged，jumpedonthecarandpulled，Hurstwoodover。Hehadhardlytimetospeakorshoutbeforehe，fell。
　　“Letgoofme，“hesaid，fallingonhisside。
　　“Ah，yousucker，“heheardsomeonesay。Kicksandblowsrained，onhim。Heseemedtobesuffocating。Thentwomenseemedtobe，dragginghimoffandhewrestledforfreedom。
　　“Letup，“saidavoice，“you’reallright。Standup。”
　　Hewasletlooseandrecoveredhimself。Nowherecognisedtwo，officers。Hefeltasifhewouldfaintfromexhaustion。
　　Somethingwaswetonhischin。Heputuphishandandfelt，then，looked。Itwasred。
　　“Theycutme，“hesaid，foolishly，fishingforhishandkerchief。
　　“Now，now，“saidoneoftheofficers。”It’sonlyascratch。”
　　Hissensesbecameclearednowandhelookedaround。Hewas，standinginalittlestore，wheretheylefthimforthemoment。
　　Outside，hecouldsee，ashestoodwipinghischin，thecarand，theexcitedcrowd。Apatrolwagonwasthere，andanother。
　　Hewalkedoverandlookedout。Itwasanambulance，backingin。
　　Hesawsomeenergeticchargingbythepoliceandarrestsbeing，made。
　　“Comeon，now，ifyouwanttotakeyourcar，“saidanofficer，openingthedoorandlookingin。
　　Hewalkedout，feelingratheruncertainofhimself。Hewasvery，coldandfrightened。
　　“Where’stheconductor？”heasked。
　　“Oh，he’snotherenow，“saidthepoliceman。
　　Hurstwoodwenttowardthecarandsteppednervouslyon。Ashe，didsotherewasapistolshot。Somethingstunghisshoulder。
　　“Whofiredthat？”heheardanofficerexclaim。”ByGod！whodid，that？”Bothlefthim，runningtowardacertainbuilding。He，pausedamomentandthengotdown。
　　“George！”exclaimedHurstwood，weakly，“thisistoomuchforme。”
　　Hewalkednervouslytothecornerandhurrieddownasidestreet。
　　“Whew！”hesaid，drawinginhisbreath。
　　Ahalfblockaway，asmallgirlgazedathim。
　　“You’dbettersneak，“shecalled。
　　Hewalkedhomewardinablindingsnowstorm，reachingtheferryby，dusk。Thecabinswerefilledwithcomfortablesouls，whostudied，himcuriously。Hisheadwasstillinsuchawhirlthathefelt，confused。Allthewonderofthetwinklinglightsoftheriverin，awhitestormpassedfornothing。Hetrudgeddoggedlyonuntil，hereachedtheflat。Thereheenteredandfoundtheroomwarm。
　　Carriewasgone。Acoupleofeveningpaperswerelyingonthe，tablewheresheleftthem。Helitthegasandsatdown。Thenhe，gotupandstrippedtoexaminehisshoulder。Itwasamere，scratch。Hewashedhishandsandface，stillinabrownstudy，apparently，andcombedhishair。Thenhelookedforsomethingto，eat，andfinally，hishungergone，satdowninhiscomfortable，rocking-chair。Itwasawonderfulrelief。
　　Heputhishandtohischin，forgetting，forthemoment，the，papers。
　　“Well，“hesaid，afteratime，hisnaturerecoveringitself，“that’saprettytoughgameoverthere。”
　　Thenheturnedandsawthepapers。Withhalfasighhepickedup，the“World。”
　　“StrikeSpreadinginBrooklyn，“heread。”RiotingBreaksOutin，allPartsoftheCity。”
　　Headjustedhispaperverycomfortablyandcontinued。Itwasthe，onethinghereadwithabsorbinginterest。
　　ChapterXLII
　　ATOUCHOFSPRING——THEEMPTYSHELL
　　ThosewholookuponHurstwood’sBrooklynventureasanerrorof，judgmentwillnonethelessrealisethenegativeinfluenceonhim，ofthefactthathehadtriedandfailed。Carriegotawrong，ideaofit。Hesaidsolittlethatsheimaginedhehad，encounterednothingworsethantheordinaryroughness——quitting，sosooninthefaceofthisseemedtrifling。Hedidnotwantto，work。
　　Shewasnowoneofagroupoforientalbeautieswho，inthe，secondactofthecomicopera，wereparadedbythevizierbefore，thenewpotentateasthetreasuresofhisharem。Therewasno，wordassignedtoanyofthem，butontheeveningwhenHurstwood，washousinghimselfintheloftofthestreet-carbarn，the，leadingcomedianandstar，feelingexceedinglyfacetious，saidin，aprofoundvoice，whichcreatedarippleoflaughter：
　　“Well，whoareyou？”
　　ItmerelyhappenedtobeCarriewhowascourtesyingbeforehim。
　　Itmightaswellhavebeenanyoftheothers，sofarashewas，concerned。Heexpectednoanswerandadullonewouldhavebeen，reproved。ButCarrie，whoseexperienceandbeliefinherself，gaveherdaring，courtesiedsweetlyagainandanswered：
　　“Iamyourstruly。”
　　Itwasatrivialthingtosay，andyetsomethinginthewayshe，diditcaughttheaudience，whichlaughedheartilyatthemock-
　　fiercepotentatetoweringbeforetheyoungwoman。Thecomedian，alsolikedit，hearingthelaughter。
　　“IthoughtyournamewasSmith，“hereturned，endeavouringtoget，thelastlaugh。
　　Carriealmosttrembledforherdaringaftershehadsaidthis。
　　Allmembersofthecompanyhadbeenwarnedthattointerpolate，linesor“business“meantafineorworse。Shedidnotknowwhat，tothink。
　　Asshewasstandinginherproperpositioninthewings，awaiting，anotherentry，thegreatcomedianmadehisexitpastherand，pausedinrecognition。
　　“Youcanjustleavethatinhereafter，“heremarked，seeinghow，intelligentsheappeared。”Don’taddanymore，though。”
　　“Thankyou，“saidCarrie，humbly。Whenhewentonshefound，herselftremblingviolently。
　　“Well，you’reinluck，“remarkedanothermemberofthechorus。
　　“Thereisn’tanotheroneofushasgotaline。”
　　Therewasnogainsayingthevalueofthis。Everybodyinthe，companyrealisedthatshehadgotastart。Carriehuggedherself，whennexteveningthelinesgotthesameapplause。Shewenthome，rejoicing，knowingthatsoonsomethingmustcomeofit。Itwas，Hurstwoodwho，byhispresence，causedhermerrythoughtstoflee，andreplacedthemwithsharplongingsforanendofdistress。
　　Thenextdaysheaskedhimabouthisventure。
　　“They’renottryingtorunanycarsexceptwithpolice。They，don’twantanybodyjustnow——notbeforenextweek。”
　　Nextweekcame，butCarriesawnochange。Hurstwoodseemedmore，apatheticthanever。Hesawheroffmorningstorehearsalsand，thelikewiththeutmostcalm。Hereadandread。Severaltimes，hefoundhimselfstaringatanitem，butthinkingofsomething，else。Thefirstoftheselapsesthathesharplynoticed，concernedahilariouspartyhehadonceattendedatadriving，club，ofwhichhehadbeenamember。Hesat，gazingdownward，andgraduallythoughtheheardtheoldvoicesandtheclinkof，glasses。
　　“You’readandy，Hurstwood，“hisfriendWalkersaid。Hewas，standingagainwelldressed，smiling，good-natured，therecipient，ofencoresforagoodstory。
　　Allatoncehelookedup。Theroomwassostillitseemed，ghostlike。Heheardtheclocktickingaudiblyandhalfsuspected，thathehadbeendozing。Thepaperwassostraightinhishands，however，andtheitemshehadbeenreadingsodirectlybefore，him，thatheridhimselfofthedozeidea。Still，itseemed，peculiar。Whenitoccurredasecondtime，however，itdidnot，seemquitesostrange。
　　Butcherandgroceryman，bakerandcoalman——notthegroupwith，whomhewasthendealing，butthosewhohadtrustedhimtothe，limit——called。Hemetthemallblandly，becomingdeftinexcuse。
　　Atlasthebecamebold，pretendedtobeout，orwavedthemoff。
　　“Theycan’tgetbloodoutofaturnip，“hesaid。”ifIhadit，I’dpaythem。”
　　Carrie’slittlesoldierfriend，MissOsborne，seeingher，succeeding，hadbecomeasortofsatellite。LittleOsbornecould，neverofherselfamounttoanything。Sheseemedtorealiseitin，asortofpussy-likewayandinstinctivelyconcludedtocling，withhersoftlittleclawstoCarrie。
　　“Oh，you’llgetup，“shekepttellingCarriewithadmiration。
　　“You’resogood。”
　　TimidasCarriewas，shewasstrongincapability。Thereliance，ofothersmadeherfeelasifshemust，andwhenshemustshe，dared。Experienceoftheworldandofnecessitywasinher，favour。Nolongerthelightestwordofamanmadeherhead，dizzy。Shehadlearnedthatmencouldchangeandfail。Flattery，initsmostpalpableformhadlostitsforcewithher。It，requiredsuperiority——kindlysuperiority——tomoveher——the，superiorityofageniuslikeAmes。
　　“Idon’tliketheactorsinourcompany，“shetoldLolaoneday。
　　“They’reallsostruckonthemselves。”
　　“Don’tyouthinkMr。Barclay’sprettynice？”inquiredLola，who，hadreceivedacondescendingsmileortwofromthatquarter。
　　“Oh，he’sniceenough，“answeredCarrie;“butheisn’tsincere。
　　Heassumessuchanair。”
　　LolafeltforherfirstholduponCarrieinthefollowingmanner：
　　“Areyoupayingroom-rentwhereyouare？”
　　“Certainly，“answeredCarrie。”Why？”
　　“IknowwhereIcouldgettheloveliestroomandbath，cheap。
　　It’stoobigforme，butitwouldbejustrightfortwo，andthe，rentisonlysixdollarsaweekforboth。”
　　“Where？”saidCarrie。
　　“InSeventeenthStreet。”
　　“Well，Idon’tknowasI’dcaretochange，“saidCarrie，whowas，alreadyturningoverthethree-dollarrateinhermind。Shewas，thinkingifshehadonlyherselftosupportthiswouldleaveher，seventeenforherself。
　　NothingcameofthisuntilaftertheBrooklynadventureof，Hurstwood’sandhersuccesswiththespeakingpart。Thenshe，begantofeelasifshemustbefree。Shethoughtofleaving，Hurstwoodandthusmakinghimactforhimself，buthehad，developedsuchpeculiartraitsshefearedhemightresistany，efforttothrowhimoff。Hemighthuntheroutattheshowand，houndherinthatway。Shedidnotwhollybelievethathewould，buthemight。This，sheknew，wouldbeanembarrassingthingif，hemadehimselfconspicuousinanyway。Ittroubledhergreatly。
　　Thingswereprecipitatedbytheofferofabetterpart。Oneof，theactressesplayingthepartofamodestsweetheartgavenotice，ofleavingandCarriewasselected。
　　“Howmuchareyougoingtoget？”askedMissOsborne，onhearing，thegoodnews。
　　“Ididn’taskhim，“saidCarrie。
　　“Well，findout。Goodness，you’llnevergetanythingifyou，don’task。Tellthemyoumusthavefortydollars，anyhow。”
　　“Oh，no，“saidCarrie。
　　“Certainly！”exclaimedLola。”Ask’em，anyway。”
　　Carriesuccumbedtothisprompting，waiting，however，untilthe，managergavehernoticeofwhatclothingshemusthavetofitthe，part。
　　“HowmuchdoIget？”sheinquired。
　　“Thirty-fivedollars，“hereplied。
　　Carriewastoomuchastonishedanddelightedtothinkof，mentioningforty。Shewasnearlybesideherself，andalmost，huggedLola，whoclungtoheratthenews。
　　“Itisn’tasmuchasyououghttoget，“saidthelatter，“especiallywhenyou’vegottobuyclothes。”
　　Carrierememberedthiswithastart。Wheretogetthemoney？She，hadnonelaidupforsuchanemergency。Rentdaywasdrawing，near。
　　“I’llnotdoit，“shesaid，rememberinghernecessity。”Idon’t，usetheflat。I’mnotgoingtogiveupmymoneythistime。I’ll，move。”
　　FittingintothiscameanotherappealfromMissOsborne，more，urgentthanever。
　　“Comelivewithme，won’tyou？”shepleaded。”Wecanhavethe，loveliestroom。Itwon’tcostyouhardlyanythingthatway。”
　　“I’dliketo，“saidCarrie，frankly。
　　“Oh，do，“saidLola。”We’llhavesuchagoodtime。”
　　Carriethoughtawhile。
　　“IbelieveIwill，“shesaid，andthenadded：“I’llhavetosee，first，though。”
　　Withtheideathusgrounded，rentdayapproaching，andclothes，callingforinstantpurchase，shesoonfoundexcusein，Hurstwood’slassitude。Hesaidlessanddroopedmorethanever。
　　Asrentdayapproached，anideagrewinhim。Itwasfosteredby，thedemandsofcreditorsandtheimpossibilityofholdingupmany，more。Twenty-eightdollarswastoomuchforrent。”It’shardon，her，“hethought。”Wecouldgetacheaperplace。”
　　Stirredwiththisidea，hespokeatthebreakfasttable。
　　“Don’tyouthinkwepaytoomuchrenthere？”heasked。
　　“IndeedIdo，“saidCarrie，notcatchinghisdrift。
　　“Ishouldthinkwecouldgetasmallerplace，“hesuggested。”We，don’tneedfourrooms。”
　　Hercountenance，hadhebeenscrutinisingher，wouldhave，exhibitedthedisturbanceshefeltatthisevidenceofhis，determinationtostaybyher。Hesawnothingremarkablein，askinghertocomedownlower。
　　“Oh，Idon’tknow，“sheanswered，growingwary。
　　“Theremustbeplacesaroundherewherewecouldgetacoupleof，rooms，whichwoulddojustaswell。”
　　Herheartrevolted。”Never！”shethought。Whowouldfurnishthe，moneytomove？Tothinkofbeingintworoomswithhim！She，resolvedtospendhermoneyforclothesquickly，beforesomething，terriblehappened。Thatverydayshedidit。Havingdoneso，therewasbutoneotherthingtodo。
　　“Lola，“shesaid，visitingherfriend，“IthinkI’llcome。”
　　“Oh，jolly！”criedthelatter。
　　“Canwegetitrightaway？”sheasked，meaningtheroom。
　　“Certainly，“criedLola。
　　Theywenttolookatit。Carriehadsavedtendollarsfromher，expenditures——enoughforthisandherboardbeside。Herenlarged，salarywouldnotbeginfortendaysyet——wouldnotreachherfor，seventeen。Shepaidhalfofthesixdollarswithherfriend。
　　“Now，I’vejustenoughtogetontotheendoftheweek，“she，confided。
　　“Oh，I’vegotsome，“saidLola。”I’vegottwenty-fivedollars，ifyouneedit。”
　　“No，“saidCarrie。”IguessI’llgetalong。”
　　TheydecidedtomoveFriday，whichwastwodaysaway。Nowthat，thethingwassettled，Carrie’sheartmisgaveher。Shefeltvery，muchlikeacriminalinthematter。Eachdaylookingat，Hurstwood，shehadrealisedthat，alongwiththedisagreeableness，ofhisattitude，therewassomethingpathetic。
　　Shelookedathimthesameeveningshehadmadeuphermindto，go，andnowheseemednotsoshiftlessandworthless，butrun，downandbeatenuponbychance。Hiseyeswerenotkeen，hisface，marked，hishandsflabby。Shethoughthishairhadatouchof，grey。Allunconsciousofhisdoom，herockedandreadhispaper，whilesheglancedathim。
　　Knowingthattheendwassonear，shebecamerathersolicitous。
　　“Willyougooverandgetsomecannedpeaches？”sheasked，Hurstwood，layingdownatwo-dollarbill。
　　“Certainly，“hesaid，lookinginwonderatthemoney。
　　“Seeifyoucangetsomeniceasparagus，“sheadded。”I’llcook，itfordinner。”
　　Hurstwoodroseandtookthemoney，slippingonhisovercoatand，gettinghishat。Carrienoticedthatbothofthesearticlesof，apparelwereoldandpoorlookinginappearance。Itwasplain，enoughbefore，butnowitcamehomewithpeculiarforce。Perhaps，hecouldn’thelpit，afterall。HehaddonewellinChicago。
　　Sherememberedhisfineappearancethedayshehadmetherinthe，park。Thenhewassosprightly，soclean。Haditbeenallhis，fault？
　　Hecamebackandlaidthechangedownwiththefood。
　　“You’dbetterkeepit，“sheobserved。”We’llneedotherthings。”
　　“No，“hesaid，withasortofpride;“youkeepit。”
　　“Oh，goonandkeepit，“shereplied，ratherunnerved。”There’ll，beotherthings。”
　　Hewonderedatthis，notknowingthepatheticfigurehehad，becomeinhereyes。Sherestrainedherselfwithdifficultyfrom，showingaquaverinhervoice。
　　Tosaytruly，thiswouldhavebeenCarrie’sattitudeinanycase。
　　ShehadlookedbackattimesuponherpartingfromDrouetandhad，regrettedthatshehadservedhimsobadly。Shehopedshewould，nevermeethimagain，butshewasashamedofherconduct。Not，thatshehadanychoiceinthefinalseparation。Shehadgone，willinglytoseekhim，withsympathyinherheart，whenHurstwood，hadreportedhimill。Therewassomethingcruelsomewhere，and，notbeingabletotrackitmentallytoitslogicallair，she，concludedwithfeelingthathewouldneverunderstandwhat，Hurstwoodhaddoneandwouldseehard-hearteddecisioninher，deed;hencehershame。Notthatshecaredforhim。Shedidnot，wanttomakeanyonewhohadbeengoodtoherfeelbadly。
　　Shedidnotrealisewhatshewasdoingbyallowingthesefeelings，topossessher。Hurstwood，noticingthekindness，conceived，betterofher。”Carrie’sgood-natured，anyhow，“hethought。
　　GoingtoMissOsborne’sthatafternoon，shefoundthatlittle，ladypackingandsinging。
　　“Whydon’tyoucomeoverwithmetoday？”sheasked。
　　“Oh，Ican’t，“saidCarrie。”I’llbethereFriday。Wouldyou，mindlendingmethetwenty-fivedollarsyouspokeof？”
　　“Why，no，“saidLola，goingforherpurse。
　　“Iwanttogetsomeotherthings，“saidCarrie。
　　“Oh，that’sallright，“answeredthelittlegirl，good-naturedly，gladtobeofservice。
　　IthadbeendayssinceHurstwoodhaddonemorethangotothe，groceryortothenews-stand。Nowthewearinessofindoorswas，uponhim——hadbeenfortwodays——butchill，greyweatherhadheld，himback。Fridaybrokefairandwarm。Itwasoneofthose，lovelyharbingersofspring，givenasasignindrearywinter，thatearthisnotforsakenofwarmthandbeauty。Theblue，heaven，holdingitsonegoldenorb，poureddownacrystalwashof，warmlight。Itwasplain，fromthevoiceofthesparrows，that，allwashalcyonoutside。Carrieraisedthefrontwindows，and，feltthesouthwindblowing。
　　“It’slovelyoutto-day，“sheremarked。
　　“Isit？”saidHurstwood。
　　Afterbreakfast，heimmediatelygothisotherclothes。
　　“Willyoubebackforlunch？”askedCarrienervously。
　　“No，“hesaid。
　　Hewentoutintothestreetsandtrampednorth，alongSeventh，Avenue，idlyfixingupontheHarlemRiverasanobjectivepoint。
　　Hehadseensomeshipsupthere，thetimehehadcalleduponthe，brewers。Hewonderedhowtheterritorythereaboutswasgrowing。
　　PassingFifty-ninthStreet，hetookthewestsideofCentral，Park，whichhefollowedtoSeventy-eighthStreet。Thenhe，rememberedtheneighbourhoodandturnedovertolookatthemass，ofbuildingserected。Itwasverymuchimproved。Thegreatopen，spaceswerefillingup。Comingback，hekepttotheParkuntil，110thStreet，andthenturnedintoSeventhAvenueagain，reaching，theprettyriverbyoneo’clock。
　　Thereitranwindingbeforehisgaze，shiningbrightlyinthe，clearlight，betweentheundulatingbanksontherightandthe，tall，tree-coveredheightsontheleft。Thespring-like，atmospherewokehimtoasenseofitsloveliness，andforafew，momentshestoodlookingatit，foldinghishandsbehindhis，back。Thenheturnedandfollowedittowardtheeastside，idly，seekingtheshipshehadseen。Itwasfouro’clockbeforethe，waningday，withitssuggestionofacoolerevening，causedhim，toreturn。Hewashungryandwouldenjoyeatinginthewarm，room。
　　Whenhereachedtheflatbyhalf-pastfive，itwasstilldark。
　　HeknewthatCarriewasnotthere，notonlybecausetherewasno，lightshowingthroughthetransom，butbecausetheeveningpapers，werestuckbetweentheoutsideknobandthedoor。Heopenedwith，hiskeyandwentin。Everythingwasstilldark。Lightingthe，gas，hesatdown，preparingtowaitalittlewhile。Evenif，Carriedidcomenow，dinnerwouldbelate。Hereaduntilsix，thengotuptofixsomethingforhimself。
　　Ashedidso，henoticedthattheroomseemedalittlequeer。
　　Whatwasit？Helookedaround，asifhemissedsomething，and，thensawanenvelopenearwherehehadbeensitting。Itspoke，foritself，almostwithoutfurtheractiononhispart。
　　Reachingover，hetookit，asortofchillsettlinguponhimeven，whilehereached。Thecrackleoftheenvelopeinhishandswas，loud。Greenpapermoneylaysoftwithinthenote。
　　“DearGeorge，“heread，crunchingthemoneyinonehand，“I’m，goingaway。I’mnotcomingbackanymore。It’snousetryingto，keepuptheflat;Ican’tdoit。Iwouldn’tmindhelpingyou，if，Icould，butIcan’tsupportusboth，andpaytherent。Ineed，whatlittleImaketopayformyclothes。I’mleavingtwenty，dollars。It’sallIhavejustnow。Youcandowhateveryoulike，withthefurniture。Iwon’twantit——CARRIE。
　　Hedroppedthenoteandlookedquietlyround。Nowheknewwhat，hemissed。Itwasthelittleornamentalclock，whichwashers。
　　Ithadgonefromthemantelpiece。Hewentintothefrontroom，hisbedroom，theparlour，lightingthegasashewent。Fromthe，chiffonierhadgonetheknick-knacksofsilverandplate。From，thetable-top，thelacecoverings。Heopenedthewardrobe——no，clothesofhers。Heopenedthedrawers——nothingofhers。Her，trunkwasgonefromitsaccustomedplace。Backinhisownroom，hunghisoldclothes，justashehadleftthem。Nothingelsewas，gone。
　　Hesteppedintotheparlourandstoodforafewmomentslooking，vacantlyatthefloor。Thesilencegrewoppressive。Thelittle，flatseemedwonderfullydeserted。Hewhollyforgotthathewas，hungry，thatitwasonlydinner-time。Itseemedlaterinthe，night。
　　Suddenly，hefoundthatthemoneywasstillinhishands。There，weretwentydollarsinall，asshehadsaid。Nowhewalkedback，leavingthelightsablaze，andfeelingasiftheflatwereempty。
　　“I’llgetoutofthis，“hesaidtohimself。
　　Thenthesheerlonelinessofhissituationrusheduponhimin，full。
　　“Leftme！”hemuttered，andrepeated，“leftme！”
　　Theplacethathadbeensocomfortable，wherehehadspentso，manydaysofwarmth，wasnowamemory。Somethingcolderand，chillierconfrontedhim。Hesankdowninhischair，restinghis，chininhishand——meresensation，withoutthought，holdinghim。
　　Thensomethinglikeabereavedaffectionandself-pitysweptover，him。
　　“Sheneedn’thavegoneaway，“hesaid。”I’dhavegotsomething。”
　　Hesatalongwhilewithoutrocking，andaddedquiteclearly，out，loud：
　　“Itried，didn’tI？”
　　Atmidnighthewasstillrocking，staringatthefloor。
　　ChapterXLIII
　　THEWORLDTURNSFLATTERER——ANEYEINTHEDARK
　　Installedinhercomfortableroom，CarriewonderedhowHurstwood，hadtakenherdeparture。Shearrangedafewthingshastilyand，thenleftforthetheatre，halfexpectingtoencounterhimatthe，door。Notfindinghim，herdreadlifted，andshefeltmore，kindlytowardhim。Shequiteforgothimuntilabouttocomeout，aftertheshow，whenthechanceofhisbeingtherefrightened，her。Asdayafterdaypassedandsheheardnothingatall，the，thoughtofbeingbotheredbyhimpassed。Inalittlewhileshe，was，exceptforoccasionalthoughts，whollyfreeofthegloom，withwhichherlifehadbeenweighedintheflat。
　　Itiscurioustonotehowquicklyaprofessionabsorbsone。
　　Carriebecamewiseintheatricallore，hearingthegossipof，littleLola。Shelearnedwhatthetheatricalpaperswere，which，onespublisheditemsaboutactressesandthelike。Shebeganto，readthenewspapernotices，notonlyoftheoperainwhichshe，hadsosmallapart，butofothers。Graduallythedesirefor，noticetookholdofher。Shelongedtoberenownedlikeothers，andreadwithavidityallthecomplimentaryorcriticalcomments，madeconcerningothershighinherprofession。Theshowyworld，inwhichherinterestlaycompletelyabsorbedher。
　　Itwasaboutthistimethatthenewspapersandmagazineswere，beginningtopaythatillustrativeattentiontothebeautiesof，thestagewhichhassincebecomefervid。Thenewspapers，and，particularlytheSundaynewspapers，indulgedinlargedecorative，theatricalpages，inwhichthefacesandformsofwell-known，theatricalcelebritiesappeared，enclosedwithartisticscrolls。
　　Themagazinesalsooratleastoneortwoofthenewerones——
　　publishedoccasionalportraitsofprettystars，andnowandagain，photosofscenesfromvariousplays。Carriewatchedthesewith，growinginterest。Whenwouldascenefromheroperaappear？When，wouldsomepaperthinkherphotoworthwhile？
　　TheSundaybeforetakinghernewpartshescannedthetheatrical，pagesforsomelittlenotice。Itwouldhaveaccordedwithher，expectationsifnothinghadbeensaid，butthereinthesquibs，tailingoffseveralmoresubstantialitems，wasaweenotice。
　　Carriereaditwithatinglingbody：
　　“ThepartofKatisha，thecountrymaid，in’TheWivesofAbdul’
　　attheBroadway，heretoforeplayedbyInezCarew，willbe，hereafterfilledbyCarrieMadenda，oneofthecleverestmembers，ofthechorus。”
　　Carriehuggedherselfwithdelight。Oh，wasn’titjustfine！At，last！Thefirst，thelong-hopedfor，thedelightfulnotice！And，theycalledherclever。Shecouldhardlyrestrainherselffrom，laughingloudly。HadLolaseenit？
　　“They’vegotanoticehereofthepartI’mgoingtoplayto-
　　morrownight，“saidCarrietoherfriend。
　　“Oh，jolly！Havethey？”criedLola，runningtoher。”That’sall，right，“shesaid，looking。”You’llgetmorenow，ifyoudowell。
　　Ihadmypictureinthe’World’once。”
　　“Didyou？”askedCarrie。
　　“DidI？Well，Ishouldsay，“returnedthelittlegirl。”Theyhad，aframearoundit。”
　　Carrielaughed。
　　“They’veneverpublishedmypicture。”
　　“Buttheywill，“saidLola。”You’llsee。Youdobetterthan，mostthatgettheirsinnow。”
　　Carriefeltdeeplygratefulforthis。ShealmostlovedLolafor，thesympathyandpraisesheextended。Itwassohelpfultoher——
　　soalmostnecessary。
　　Fulfillingherpartcapablybroughtanothernoticeinthepapers，thatshewasdoingherworkacceptably。Thispleasedher，immensely。Shebegantothinktheworldwastakingnoteofher。
　　Thefirstweekshegotherthirty-fivedollars，itseemedan，enormoussum。Payingonlythreedollarsforroomrentseemed，ridiculous。AftergivingLolahertwenty-five，shestillhad，sevendollarsleft。Withfourleftoverfrompreviousearnings，shehadeleven。Fiveofthiswenttopaytheregularinstallment，ontheclothesshehadtobuy。Thenextweekshewasevenin，greaterfeather。Now，onlythreedollarsneedbepaidforroom，rentandfiveonherclothes。Therestshehadforfoodandher，ownwhims。
　　“You’dbettersavealittleforsummer，“cautionedLola。”We’ll，probablycloseinMay。”
　　“Iintendto，“saidCarrie。
　　Theregularentranceofthirty-fivedollarsaweektoonewhohas，enduredscantallowancesforseveralyearsisademoralising，thing。Carriefoundherpurseburstingwithgoodgreenbillsof，comfortabledenominations。Havingnoonedependentuponher，she，begantobuyprettyclothesandpleasingtrinkets，toeatwell，andtoornamentherroom。Friendswerenotlongingathering，about。ShemetafewyoungmenwhobelongedtoLola’sstaff。
　　Themembersoftheoperacompanymadeheracquaintancewithout，theformalityofintroduction。Oneofthesediscoveredafancy，forher。Onseveraloccasionshestrolledhomewithher。
　　“Let’sstopinandhaveararebit，“hesuggestedonemidnight。
　　“Verywell，“saidCarrie。
　　Intherosyrestaurant，filledwiththemerryloversoflate，hours，shefoundherselfcriticisingthisman。Hewastoo，stilted，tooself-opinionated。Hedidnottalkofanythingthat，liftedherabovethecommonrunofclothesandmaterialsuccess。
　　Whenitwasallover，hesmiledmostgraciously。
　　“Gottogostraighthome，haveyou？”hesaid。
　　“Yes，“sheanswered，withanairofquietunderstanding。
　　“She’snotsoinexperiencedasshelooks，“hethought，and，thereafterhisrespectandardourwereincreased。
　　ShecouldnothelpsharinginLola’sloveforagoodtime。There，weredayswhentheywentcarriageriding，nightswhenafterthe，showtheydined，afternoonswhentheystrolledalongBroadway，tastefullydressed。Shewasgettinginthemetropolitanwhirlof，pleasure。
　　Atlastherpictureappearedinoneoftheweeklies。Shehadnot，knownofit，andittookherbreath。”MissCarrieMadenda，“it，waslabelled。”Oneofthefavouritesof’TheWivesofAbdul’
　　company。”AtLola’sadviceshehadhadsomepicturestakenby，Sarony。Theyhadgotonethere。Shethoughtofgoingdownand，buyingafewcopiesofthepaper，butrememberedthattherewas，noonesheknewwellenoughtosendthemto。OnlyLola，apparently，inalltheworldwasinterested。
　　Themetropolisisacoldplacesocially，andCarriesoonfound，thatalittlemoneybroughthernothing。Theworldofwealthand，distinctionwasquiteasfarawayasever。Shecouldfeelthat，therewasnowarm，sympatheticfriendshipbackoftheeasy，merrimentwithwhichmanyapproachedher。Allseemedtobe，seekingtheirownamusement，regardlessofthepossiblesad，consequencetoothers。SomuchforthelessonsofHurstwoodand，Drouet。
　　InAprilshelearnedthattheoperawouldprobablylastuntilthe，middleortheendofMay，accordingtothesizeoftheaudiences。
　　Nextseasonitwouldgoontheroad。Shewonderedifshewould，bewithit。Asusual，MissOsborne，owingtohermoderate，salary，wasforsecuringahomeengagement。
　　“They’reputtingonasummerplayattheCasino，“sheannounced，afterfigurativelyputtinghereartotheground。”Let’stryand，getinthat。”
　　“I’mwilling，“saidCarrie。
　　Theytriedintimeandwereapprisedoftheproperdatetoapply，again。ThatwasMay16th。MeanwhiletheirownshowclosedMay，5th。
　　“Thosethatwanttogowiththeshownextseason，“saidthe，manager，“willhavetosignthisweek。”
　　“Don’tyousign，“advisedLola。”Iwouldn’tgo。”
　　“Iknow，“saidCarrie，“butmaybeIcan’tgetanythingelse。”
　　“Well，Iwon’t，“saidthelittlegirl，whohadaresourceinher，admirers。”IwentonceandIdidn’thaveanythingattheendof，theseason。”
　　Carriethoughtthisover。Shehadneverbeenontheroad。
　　“Wecangetalong，“addedLola。”Ialwayshave。”
　　Carriedidnotsign。
　　ThemanagerwhowasputtingonthesummerskitattheCasinohad，neverheardofCarrie，buttheseveralnoticesshehadreceived，herpublishedpicture，andtheprogrammebearinghernamehad，somelittleweightwithhim。Hegaveherasilentpartatthirty，dollarsaweek。
　　“Didn’tItellyou？”saidLola。”Itdoesn’tdoyouanygoodto，goawayfromNewYork。Theyforgetallaboutyouifyoudo。”
　　Now，becauseCarriewaspretty，thegentlemenwhomadeupthe，advanceillustrationsofshowsabouttoappearfortheSunday，papersselectedCarrie’sphotoalongwithotherstoillustrate，theannouncement。Becauseshewasverypretty，theygaveit，excellentspaceanddrewscrollsaboutit。Carriewasdelighted。
　　Still，themanagementdidnotseemtohaveseenanythingofit。
　　Atleast，nomoreattentionwaspaidtoherthanbefore。Atthe，sametimethereseemedverylittleinherpart。Itconsistedof，standingaroundinallsortsofscenes，asilentlittle，Quakeress。Theauthoroftheskithadfanciedthatagreatdeal，couldbemadeofsuchapart，giventotherightactress，but，now，sinceithadbeendoledouttoCarrie，hewouldasleave，havehaditcutout。
　　“Don’tkick，oldman，“remarkedthemanager。”Ifitdon’tgothe，firstweekwewillcutitout。”
　　Carriehadnowarningofthishalcyonintention。Shepractised，herpartruefully，feelingthatshewaseffectuallyshelved。At，thedressrehearsalshewasdisconsolate。
　　“Thatisn’tsobad，“saidtheauthor，themanagernotingthe，curiouseffectwhichCarrie’sblueshaduponthepart。”Tellher，tofrownalittlemorewhenSparksdances。”
　　Carriedidnotknowit，buttherewastheleastshowofwrinkles，betweenhereyesandhermouthwaspuckeredquaintly。
　　“Frownalittlemore，MissMadenda，“saidthestagemanager。
　　Carrieinstantlybrightenedup，thinkinghehadmeantitasa，rebuke。
　　“No;frown，“hesaid。”Frownasyoudidbefore。”
　　Carrielookedathiminastonishment。
　　“Imeanit，“hesaid。”FrownhardwhenMr。Sparksdances。I
　　wanttoseehowitlooks。”
　　Itwaseasyenoughtodo。Carriescowled。Theeffectwas，somethingsoquaintanddrollitcaughteventhemanager。
　　“Thatisgood，“hesaid。”Ifshe’lldothatallthrough，Ithink，itwilltake。”
　　GoingovertoCarrie，hesaid：
　　“Supposeyoutryfrowningallthrough。Doithard。Lookmad。
　　It’llmakethepartreallyfunny。”
　　OntheopeningnightitlookedtoCarrieasiftherewerenothing，toherpart，afterall。Thehappy，swelteringaudiencedidnot，seemtoseeherinthefirstact。Shefrownedandfrowned，but，tonoeffect。Eyeswereriveteduponthemoreelaborateefforts，ofthestars。
　　Inthesecondact，thecrowd，weariedbyadullconversation，rovedwithitseyesaboutthestageandsightedher。Thereshe，was，grey-suited，sweet-faced，demure，butscowling。Atfirst，thegeneralideawasthatshewastemporarilyirritated，thatthe，lookwasgenuineandnotfunatall。Asshewentonfrowning，lookingnowatoneprincipalandnowattheother，theaudience，begantosmile。Theportlygentlemeninthefrontrowsbeganto，feelthatshewasadeliciouslittlemorsel。Itwasthekindof，frowntheywouldhavelovedtoforceawaywithkisses。Allthe，gentlemenyearnedtowardher。Shewascapital。
　　Atlast，thechiefcomedian，singinginthecentreofthestage，noticedagigglewhereitwasnotexpected。Thenanotherand，another。Whentheplacecameforloudapplauseitwasonly，moderate。Whatcouldbethetrouble？Herealisedthatsomething，wasup。
　　Allatonce，afteranexit，hecaughtsightofCarrie。Shewas，frowningaloneonthestageandtheaudiencewasgigglingand，laughing。
　　“ByGeorge，Iwon’tstandthat！”thoughtthethespian。”I’mnot，goingtohavemyworkcutupbysomeoneelse。Eithershequits，thatwhenIdomyturnorIquit。”
　　“Why，that’sallright，“saidthemanager，whenthekickcame。
　　“That’swhatshe’ssupposedtodo。Youneedn’tpayanyattention，tothat。”
　　“Butsheruinsmywork。”
　　“No，shedon’t，“returnedtheformer，soothingly。”It’sonlya，littlefunontheside。”
　　“Itis，eh？”exclaimedthebigcomedian。”Shekilledmyhandall，right。I’mnotgoingtostandthat。”
　　“Well，waituntilaftertheshow。Waituntilto-morrow。We’ll，seewhatwecando。”
　　Thenextact，however，settledwhatwastobedone。Carriewas，thechieffeatureoftheplay。Theaudience，themoreitstudied，her，themoreitindicateditsdelight。Everyotherfeature，paledbesidethequaint，teasing，delightfulatmospherewhich，Carriecontributedwhileonthestage。Managerandcompany，realisedshehadmadeahit。
　　Thecriticsofthedailypaperscompletedhertriumph。There，werelongnoticesinpraiseofthequalityoftheburlesque，touchedwithrecurrentreferencestoCarrie。Thecontagious，mirthofthethingwasrepeatedlyemphasised。
　　“MissMadendapresentsoneofthemostdelightfulbitsof，characterworkeverseenontheCasinostage，“observedthestage，criticofthe“Sun。”，“Itisabitofquiet，unassumingdrollery，whichwarmslikegoodwine。Evidentlythepartwasnotintended，totakeprecedence，asMissMadendaisnotoftenonthestage，buttheaudience，withthecharacteristicperversityofsuch，bodies，selectedforitself。ThelittleQuakeresswasmarkedfor，afavouritethemomentsheappeared，andthereaftereasilyheld，attentionandapplause。Thevagariesoffortuneareindeed，curious。”
　　Thecriticofthe“EveningWorld，“seekingasusualtoestablish，acatchphrasewhichshould“go“withthetown，woundupby，advising：“Ifyouwishtobemerry，seeCarriefrown。”
　　TheresultwasmiraculoussofarasCarrie’sfortunewas，concerned。Evenduringthemorningshereceivedacongratulatory，messagefromthemanager。
　　“Youseemtohavetakenthetownbystorm，“hewrote。”Thisis，delightful。Iamasgladforyoursakeasformyown。”
　　Theauthoralsosentword。
　　Thateveningwhensheenteredthetheatrethemanagerhadamost，pleasantgreetingforher。
　　“Mr。Stevens，“hesaid，referringtotheauthor，“ispreparinga，littlesong，whichhewouldlikeyoutosingnextweek。”
　　“Oh，Ican’tsing，“returnedCarrie。
　　“Itisn’tanythingdifficult。’It’ssomethingthatisvery，simple，’hesays，’andwouldsuityouexactly。’“
　　“Ofcourse，Iwouldn’tmindtrying，“saidCarrie，archly。
　　“Wouldyoumindcomingtothebox-officeafewmomentsbeforeyou，dress？”observedthemanager，inaddition。”There’salittle，matterIwanttospeaktoyouabout。”
　　“Certainly，“repliedCarrie。
　　Inthatlatterplacethemanagerproducedapaper。
　　“Now，ofcourse，“hesaid，“wewanttobefairwithyouinthe，matterofsalary。Yourcontracthereonlycallsforthirty，dollarsaweekforthenextthreemonths。Howwoulditdoto，makeit，say，onehundredandfiftyaweekandextenditfor，twelvemonths？”
　　“Oh，verywell，“saidCarrie，scarcelybelievingherears。
　　“Supposing，then，youjustsignthis。”