Hergriefwasterrible。Shedughernailsintoherscalp,andclutchingtheheavycoilsofherthickblackhairtoreitagainandagain。Shestruckherforeheadwithherclenchedfists。Herlittlebodyshookfromheadtofootwiththeviolenceofhersobbing。Shegroundhersmallteethtogetherandbeatherheaduponthefloorwithallherstrength。
Herhairwasuncoiledandhangingatangled,dishevelledmassfarbelowherwaist;herdresswastorn;aspotofbloodwasuponherforehead;hereyeswereswollen;hercheeksflamedvermilionfromthefeverthatragedinherveins。OldMissBakerfoundherthustowardsfiveo’clockthenextmorning。
Whathadhappenedbetweenoneo’clockanddawnofthatfearfulnightTrinaneverremembered。Shecouldonlyrecallherself,asinapicture,kneelingbeforeherbrokenandrifledtrunk,andthen——weekslater,soitseemedtoher——
shewoketofindherselfinherownbedwithanicedbandageaboutherforeheadandthelittleolddressmakeratherside,strokingherhot,drypalm。
ThefactsofthematterwerethattheGermanwomanwholivedbelowhadbeenawakenedsomehoursaftermidnightbythesoundsofTrina’sweeping。ShehadcomeupstairsandintotheroomtofindTrinastretchedfacedownwarduponthefloor,half-consciousandsobbing,inthethroesofanhysteriaforwhichtherewasnorelief。Thewoman,terrified,hadcalledherhusband,andbetweenthemtheyhadgotTrinauponthebed。ThentheGermanwomanhappenedtorememberthatTrinahadfriendsinthebigflatnearby,andhadsentherhusbandtofetchtheretireddressmaker,whilesheherselfremainedbehindtoundressTrinaandputhertobed。MissBakerhadcomeoveratonce,andbegantocryherselfatthesightofthedentist’spoorlittlewife。Shedidnotstoptoaskwhatthetroublewas,andindeeditwouldhavebeenuselesstoattempttogetanycoherentexplanationfromTrinaatthattime。MissBakerhadsenttheGermanwoman’shusbandtogetsomeiceatoneofthe“all-night“restaurantsofthestreet;hadkeptcold,wettowelsonTrina’shead;hadcombedandrecombedherwonderfulthickhair;andhadsatdownbythesideofthebed,holdingherhothand,withitspoormaimedfingers,waitingpatientlyuntilTrinashouldbeabletospeak。
TowardsmorningTrinaawoke——orperhapsitwasamereregainingofconsciousness——lookedamomentatMissBaker,thenabouttheroomuntilhereyesfelluponhertrunkwithitsbrokenlock。Thensheturnedoveruponthepillowandbegantosobagain。Sherefusedtoansweranyofthelittledressmaker’squestions,shakingherheadviolently,herfacehiddeninthepillow。
BybreakfasttimeherfeverhadincreasedtosuchapointthatMissBakertookmattersintoherownhandsandhadtheGermanwomancalladoctor。Hearrivedsometwentyminuteslater。Hewasabig,kindlyfellowwholivedoverthedrugstoreonthecorner。Hehadadeepvoiceandatremendousstridinggaitlesssuggestiveofaphysicianthanofasergeantofacavalrytroop。
BythetimeofhisarrivallittleMissBakerhaddivinedintuitivelytheentiretrouble。Sheheardthedoctor’sswingingtrampintheentrybelow,andheardtheGermanwomansaying:
“Righdoopderstairs,atderbackofderhalle。Derroommitderdooroppen。“
MissBakermetthedoctoratthelanding,shetoldhiminawhisperofthetrouble。
“Herhusband’sdesertedher,I’mafraid,doctor,andtookallofhermoney——agooddealofit。It’saboutkilledthepoorchild。Shewasoutofherheadagooddealofthenight,andnowshe’sgotaragingfever。“
ThedoctorandMissBakerreturnedtotheroomandentered,closingthedoor。ThebigdoctorstoodforamomentlookingdownatTrinarollingherheadfromsidetosideuponthepillow,herfacescarlet,herenormousmaneofhairspreadoutoneithersideofher。Thelittledressmakerremainedathiselbow,lookingfromhimtoTrina。
“Poorlittlewoman!“saidthedoctor;“poorlittlewoman!“
MissBakerpointedtothetrunk,whispering:
“See,there’swhereshekepthersavings。See,hebrokethelock。“
“Well,Mrs。McTeague,“saidthedoctor,sittingdownbythebed,andtakingTrina’swrist,“alittlefever,eh?“
Trinaopenedhereyesandlookedathim,andthenatMissBaker。Shedidnotseemintheleastsurprisedattheunfamiliarfaces。Sheappearedtoconsideritallasamatterofcourse。
“Yes,“shesaid,withalong,tremulousbreath,“Ihaveafever,andmyhead——myheadachesandaches。“
Thedoctorprescribedrestandmildopiates。ThenhiseyefelluponthefingersofTrina’srighthand。Helookedatthemsharply。Adeepredglow,unmistakabletoaphysician’seyes,wasuponsomeofthem,extendingfromthefingertipsuptothesecondknuckle。
“Hello,“heexclaimed,“what’sthematterhere?“Infactsomethingwasverywrongindeed。FordaysTrinahadnoticedit。Thefingersofherrighthandhadswollenasneverbefore,achinganddiscolored。CruellylaceratedbyMcTeague’sbrutalityastheywere,shehadneverthelessgoneonaboutherworkontheNoah’sarkanimals,constantlyincontactwiththe“non-poisonous“paint。Shetoldasmuchtothedoctorinanswertohisquestions。Heshookhisheadwithanexclamation。
“Why,thisisblood-poisoning,youknow,“hetoldher;“theworstkind。You’llhavetohavethosefingersamputated,beyondadoubt,orlosetheentirehand——orevenworse。“
“Andmywork!“exclaimedTrina。
CHAPTER19
Onecanholdascrubbing-brushwithtwogoodfingersandthestumpsoftwoothersevenifbothjointsofthethumbaregone,butittakesconsiderablepracticetogetusedtoit。
Trinabecameascrub-woman。ShehadtakencouncilofSelina,andthroughherhadobtainedthepositionofcare-
takerinalittlememorialkindergartenoveronPacificStreet。LikePolkStreet,itwasanaccommodationstreet,butrunningthroughamuchpoorerandmoresordidquarter。
Trinahadalittleroomoverthekindergartenschoolroom。
Itwasnotanunpleasantroom。Itlookedoutuponasunnylittlecourtflooredwithboardsandusedasthechildren’splayground。Twogreatcherrytreesgrewhere,theleavesalmostbrushingagainstthewindowofTrina’sroomandfilteringthesunlightsothatitfellinroundgoldenspotsupontheflooroftheroom。“Likegoldpieces,“Trinasaidtoherself。
Trina’sworkconsistedintakingcareofthekindergartenrooms,scrubbingthefloors,washingthewindows,dustingandairing,andcarryingouttheashes。BesidesthissheearnedsomefivedollarsamonthbywashingdownthefrontstepsofsomebigflatsonWashingtonStreet,andbycleaningoutvacanthousesafterthetenantshadleft。Shesawnoone。Nobodyknewher。Shewentaboutherworkfromdawntodark,andoftenentiredayspassedwhenshedidnothearthesoundofherownvoice。Shewasalone,asolitary,abandonedwoman,lostinthelowesteddiesofthegreatcity’stide——thetidethatalwaysebbs。
WhenTrinahadbeendischargedfromthehospitalaftertheoperationonherfingers,shefoundherselfaloneintheworld,alonewithherfivethousanddollars。Theinterestofthiswouldsupporther,andyetallowhertosavealittle。
ButforatimeTrinahadthoughtofgivingupthefightaltogetherandofjoiningherfamilyinthesouthernpartoftheState。Butevenwhileshehesitatedaboutthisshereceivedalongletterfromhermother,ananswertoonesheherselfhadwrittenjustbeforetheamputationofherright-
handfingers——thelastlettershewouldeverbeabletowrite。Mrs。Sieppe’sletterwasonelonglamentation;shehadherownmisfortunestobewailaswellasthoseofherdaughter。Thecarpet-cleaningandupholsterybusinesshadfailed。Mr。SieppeandOwgoostehadleftforNewZealandwithacolonizationcompany,whitherMrs。Sieppeandthetwinsweretofollowthemassoonasthecolonyestablisheditself。SofarfromhelpingTrinainherillfortune,itwasshe,hermother,whomightsomedayinthenearfuturebeobligedtoturntoTrinaforaid。SoTrinahadgivenuptheideaofanyhelpfromherfamily。Forthatmattersheneedednone。Shestillhadherfivethousand,andUncleOelbermannpaidhertheinterestwithamachine-likeregularity。NowthatMcTeaguehadlefther,therewasonelessmouthtofeed;andwiththissaving,togetherwiththelittleshecouldearnasscrub-woman,TrinacouldalmostmanagetomakegoodtheamountshelostbybeingobligedtoceaseworkupontheNoah’sarkanimals。
LittlebylittlehersorrowoverthelossofherprecioussavingsovercamethegriefofMcTeague’sdesertionofher。
Heravaricehadgrowntobeheronedominantpassion;herloveofmoneyforthemoney’ssakebroodedinherheart,drivingoutbydegreeseveryothernaturalaffection。Shegrewthinandmeagre;herfleshclovetighttohersmallskeleton;hersmallpalemouthandlittleupliftedchingrewtohaveacertainfelineeagernessofexpression;herlong,narroweyesglistenedcontinually,asiftheycaughtandheldtheglintofmetal。Onedayasshesatinherroom,theemptybrassmatch-boxandthelimpchamoisbaginherhands,shesuddenlyexclaimed:
“Icouldhaveforgivenhimifhehadonlygoneawayandleftmemymoney。Icouldhave——yes,IcouldhaveforgivenhimevenTHIS“——shelookedatthestumpsofherfingers。
“Butnow,“herteethclosedtightandhereyesflashed,“now——I’ll——never——forgive——him——as-long——as——I——live。“
Theemptybagandthehollow,lightmatch-boxtroubledher。
Dayafterdayshetookthemfromhertrunkandweptoverthemasotherwomenweepoveradeadbaby’sshoe。Herfourhundreddollarsweregone,weregone,weregone。Shewouldneverseethemagain。Shecouldplainlyseeherhusbandspendinghersavingsbyhandfuls;squanderingherbeautifulgoldpiecesthatshehadbeenatsuchpainstopolishwithsoapandashes。Thethoughtfilledherwithanunspeakableanguish。ShewouldwakeatnightfromadreamofMcTeaguerevellingdownhermoney,andaskofthedarkness,“Howmuchdidhespendto-day?Howmanyofthegoldpiecesareleft?
Hashebrokeneitherofthetwotwenty-dollarpiecesyet?
Whatdidhespenditfor?“
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