Thedayhehadspokentoherinhis“Parlors“shehadonlybeenterrified。Ifhehadconfinedhimselftomerelyspeaking,asdidMarcus,topleadingwithher,towooingheratadistance,forestallingherwishes,showingherlittleattentions,sendingherboxesofcandy,shecouldhaveeasilywithstoodhim。Buthehadonlytotakeherinhisarms,tocrushdownherstrugglewithhisenormousstrength,tosubdueher,conquerherbysheerbruteforce,andshegaveupinaninstant。
Butwhy——whyhadshedoneso?Whydidshefeelthedesire,thenecessityofbeingconqueredbyasuperiorstrength?
Whydiditpleaseher?Whyhaditsuddenlythrilledherfromheadtofootwithaquick,terrifyinggustofpassion,thelikeofwhichshehadneverknown?NeverathisbesthadMarcusmadeherfeellikethat,andyetshehadalwaysthoughtshecaredforCousinMarkmorethanforanyoneelse。
WhenMcTeaguehadallatoncecaughtherinhishugearms,somethinghadleapedtolifeinher——somethingthathadhithertolaindormant,somethingstrongandoverpowering。
Itfrightenedhernowasshethoughtofit,thissecondselfthathadwakenedwithinher,andthatshoutedandclamoredforrecognition。Andyet,wasittobefeared?Wasitsomethingtobeashamedof?Wasitnot,afterall,natural,clean,spontaneous?Trinaknewthatshewasapuregirl;
knewthatthissuddencommotionwithinhercarriedwithitnosuggestionofvice。
Dimly,asfiguresseeninawakingdream,theseideasfloatedthroughTrina’smind。Itwasquitebeyondhertorealizethemclearly;shecouldnotknowwhattheymeant。
UntilthatrainydaybytheshoreofthebayTrinahadlivedherlifewithaslittleself-consciousnessasatree。Shewasfrank,straightforward,ahealthy,naturalhumanbeing,withoutsexasyet。Shewasalmostlikeaboy。Atoncetherehadbeenamysteriousdisturbance。Thewomanwithinhersuddenlyawoke。
DidsheloveMcTeague?Difficultquestion。Didshechoosehimforbetterorforworse,deliberately,ofherownfreewill,orwasTrinaherselfallowedevenachoiceinthetakingofthatstepthatwastomakeormarherlife?TheWomanisawakened,and,startingfromhersleep,catchesblindlyatwhatfirsthernewlyopenedeyeslightupon。Itisaspell,awitchery,ruledbychancealone,inexplicable——afairyqueenenamoredofaclownwithass’sears。
McTeaguehadawakenedtheWoman,and,whethershewouldorno,shewashisnowirrevocably;struggleagainstitasshewould,shebelongedtohim,bodyandsoul,forlifeorfordeath。Shehadnotsoughtit,shehadnotdesiredit。Thespellwaslaiduponher。Wasitablessing?Wasitacurse?Itwasallone;shewashis,indissolubly,forevilorforgood。
Andhe?Theveryactofsubmissionthatboundthewomantohimforeverhadmadeherseemlessdesirableinhiseyes。
Theirundoinghadalreadybegun。Yetneitherofthemwastoblame。Fromthefirsttheyhadnotsoughteachother。
Chancehadbroughtthemfacetoface,andmysteriousinstinctsasungovernableasthewindsofheavenwereatworkknittingtheirlivestogether。Neitherofthemhadaskedthatthisthingshouldbe——thattheirdestinies,theirverysouls,shouldbethesportofchance。Iftheycouldhaveknown,theywouldhaveshunnedthefearfulrisk。Buttheywereallowednovoiceinthematter。Whyshoulditallbe?
IthadbeenonaWednesdaythatthesceneintheBStreetstationhadtakenplace。Throughouttherestoftheweek,ateveryhouroftheday,Trinaaskedherselfthesamequestion:“DoIlovehim?DoIreallylovehim?Isthiswhatloveislike?“AssherecalledMcTeague——recalledhishuge,square-cuthead,hissalientjaw,hisshockofyellowhair,hisheavy,lumberingbody,hisslowwits——shefoundlittletoadmireinhimbeyondhisphysicalstrength,andatsuchmomentssheshookherheaddecisively。“No,surelyshedidnotlovehim。“Sundayafternoon,however,McTeaguecalled。Trinahadpreparedalittlespeechforhim。ShewastotellhimthatshedidnotknowwhathadbeenthematterwithherthatWednesdayafternoon;thatshehadactedlikeabadgirl;thatshedidnotlovehimwellenoughtomarryhim;thatshehadtoldhimasmuchoncebefore。
McTeaguesawheraloneinthelittlefrontparlor。Theinstantsheappearedhecamestraighttowardsher。Shesawwhathewasbentupondoing。“Waitaminute,“shecried,puttingoutherhands。“Wait。Youdon’tunderstand。I
havegotsomethingtosaytoyou。“Shemightaswellhavetalkedtothewind。McTeagueputasideherhandswithasinglegesture,andgrippedhertohiminabearlikeembracethatallbutsmotheredher。Trinawasbutareedbeforethatgiantstrength。McTeagueturnedherfacetohisandkissedheragainuponthemouth。WherewasallTrina’sresolvethen?Wherewashercarefullypreparedlittlespeech?
Wherewasallherhesitationandtorturingdoubtsofthelastfewdays?SheclaspedMcTeague’shugeredneckwithbothherslenderarms;sheraisedheradorablelittlechinandkissedhiminreturn,exclaiming:“Oh,Idoloveyou!I
doloveyou!“Neverafterwardwerethetwosohappyasatthatmoment。
Alittlelaterinthatsameweek,whenMarcusandMcTeagueweretakinglunchatthecarconductors’coffee-joint,theformersuddenlyexclaimed:
“Say,Mac,nowthatyou’vegotTrina,yououghttodomoreforher。Bydamn!yououghtto,forafact。Whydon’tyoutakeheroutsomewhere——tothetheatre,orsomewhere?Youain’tontoyourjob。“
Naturally,McTeaguehadtoldMarcusofhissuccesswithTrina。Marcushadtakenonagrandair。
“You’vegother,haveyou?Well,I’mgladofit,oldman。I
am,forafact。Iknowyou’llbehappywithher。I
knowhowIwouldhavebeen。Iforgiveyou;yes,Iforgiveyou,freely。“
McTeaguehadnotthoughtoftakingTrinatothetheatre。
“YouthinkIoughtto,Mark?“heinquired,hesitating。
Marcusanswered,withhismouthfullofsuetpudding:
“Why,ofcourse。That’sthepropercaper。“
“Well——well,that’sso。Thetheatre——that’stheword。“
“TakehertothevarietyshowattheOrpheum。There’sagoodshowtherethisweek;you’llhavetotakeMrs。Sieppe,too,ofcourse,“headded。Marcuswasnotsureofhimselfasregardedcertainproprieties,nor,forthatmatter,wereanyofthepeopleofthelittleworldofPolkStreet。Theshopgirls,theplumbers’apprentices,thesmalltradespeople,andtheirlike,whosesocialpositionwasnotclearlydefined,couldneverbesurehowfartheycouldgoandyetpreservetheir“respectability。“Whentheywishedtobe“proper,“theyinvariablyoverdidthething。Itwasnotasiftheybelongedtothe“tough“element,whohadnoappearancestokeepup。PolkStreetrubbedelbowswiththe“avenue“oneblockabove。Therewerecertainlimitswhichitsdwellerscouldnotoverstep;butunfortunatelyforthem,theselimitswerepoorlydefined。Theycouldneverbesureofthemselves。Atanunguardedmomenttheymightbetakenfor“toughs,“sotheygenerallyerredintheotherdirection,andwereabsurdlyformal。Nopeoplehaveakeenereyefortheamenitiesthanthosewhosesocialpositionisnotassured。
“Oh,sure,you’llhavetotakehermother,“insistedMarcus。
“Itwouldn’tbetheproperracketifyoudidn’t。“
McTeagueundertooktheaffair。Itwasanordeal。Neverinhislifehadhebeensoperturbed,sohorriblyanxious。HecalleduponTrinathefollowingWednesdayandmadearrangements。Mrs。SieppeaskediflittleAugustmightbeincluded。Itwouldconsolehimforthelossofhissteamboat。
“Sure,sure,“saidMcTeague。“Augusttoo——everybody,“headded,vaguely。
“Wealwayshavetoleavesoearly,“complainedTrina,“inordertocatchthelastboat。Justwhenit’sbecominginteresting。“
AtthisMcTeague,actinguponasuggestionofMarcusSchouler’s,insistedtheyshouldstayattheflatovernight。Marcusandthedentistwouldgiveuptheirroomstothemandsleepatthedoghospital。TherewasabedthereinthesickwardthatoldGrannissometimesoccupiedwhenabadcaseneededwatching。AllatonceMcTeaguehadanidea,averitableinspiration。
“Andwe’ll——we’ll——we’llhave——what’sthematterwithhavingsomethingtoeatafterwardinmy“Parlors?“
“Vairygoot,“commentedMrs。Sieppe。“Bier,eh?Andsomedamales。“
“Oh,Ilovetamales!“exclaimedTrina,claspingherhands。
McTeaguereturnedtothecity,rehearsinghisinstructionsoverandover。Thetheatrepartybegantoassumetremendousproportions。Firstofall,hewastogettheseats,thethirdorfourthrowfromthefront,ontheleft-handside,soastobeoutofthehearingofthedrumsintheorchestra;hemustmakearrangementsabouttheroomswithMarcus,mustgetinthebeer,butnotthetamales;mustbuyforhimselfawhitelawntie——soMarcusdirected;mustlooktoitthatMariaMacapaputhisroominperfectorder;and,finally,mustmeettheSieppesattheferryslipathalf-
pastseventhefollowingMondaynight。
Thereallaboroftheaffairbeganwiththebuyingofthetickets。AtthetheatreMcTeaguegotintowrongentrances;
wassentfromonewickettoanother;wasbewildered,confused;misunderstooddirections;wasatonemomentsuddenlyconvincedthathehadnotenoughmoneywithhim,andstartedtoreturnhome。Finallyhefoundhimselfatthebox-officewicket。
“Isithereyoubuyyourseats?“
“Howmany?“
“Isithere——“
“Whatnightdoyouwant’em?Yes,sir,here’stheplace。“
McTeaguegravelydeliveredhimselfoftheformulahehadbeenrecitingforthelastdozenhours。
“IwantfourseatsforMondaynightinthefourthrowfromthefront,andontheright-handside。“
“Righthandasyoufacethehouseorasyoufacethestage?“McTeaguewasdumfounded。
“Iwanttobeontheright-handside,“heinsisted,stolidly;adding,“inordertobeawayfromthedrums。“
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