The Claws of the
Tiger by Gouverneur Morris
What her given name was in the old country has never reached me; but
when her family had learned a little English, and had begun to affect
the manners and characteristics of their more Americanized
acquaintances, they called her Daisy. She was the only daughter; her
age was less than that of two brothers, and she was older than three.
The family consisted of these six, Mr. and Mrs. Obloski, the parents,
Grandfather Pinnievitch, and Great-grandmother Brendaa woman so old,
so shrunken, so bearded, and so eager to live that her like was not to
be found in the city.
Upon settling in America two chief problems seemed to confront the
family: to make a living and to educate the five boys. The first
problem was solved for a time by The Organization. Obloski was told by
an interpreter that he would be taken care of if he and his
father-in-law voted as directed and as often as is decent under a wise
and paternal system of government. To Obloski, who had about as much
idea what the franchise stands for as The Organization had, this seemed
an agreeable arrangement. Work was found for him, at a wage. He worked
with immense vigor, for the wage seemed good. Soon, however, he
perceived that older Americans (of his own nationality) were laughing
at him. Then he did not work so hard; but the wage, froth of the city
treasury, came to him just the same. He ceased working, and pottered.
Still he received pay. He ceased pottering. He joined a saloon. And he
became the right-hand man of a right-hand man of a right-hand man who
was a right-hand man of a very important man who wasleft-handed.
The two older boys were at school in a school; the three others were
at school in the street. Mrs. Obloski was occupied with a seventh
child, whose sex was not yet determined. Grandfather Pinnievitch was
learning to smoke three cigars for five cents; and Great-grandmother
Brenda sat in the sun, stroking her beard and clinging to life. Nose
and chin almost obstructed the direct passage to Mrs. Brenda's mouth.
She looked as if she had gone far in an attempt to smell her own chin,
and would soon succeed.
But for Daisy there was neither school, nor play in the street, nor
sitting in the sun. She cooked, and she washed the dishes, and she did
the mending, and she made the beds, and she slept in one of the beds
with her three younger brothers. In spite of the great wage so easily
won the Obloskis were very poor, for New York. All would be well when
the two older boys had finished school and begun to vote. They were
thirteen and fourteen, but the school records had them as fifteen and
sixteen, for the interpreter had explained to their father that a man
cannot vote until he is twenty-one.
Daisy was twelve, but she had room in her heart for all her family,
and for a doll besides. This was of rags; and on the way from Castle
Garden to the tenement she had found it, neglected, forsakenstarving,
perhapsin a gutter. In its single garment, in its woollen hair, and
upon its maculate body the doll carried, perhaps, the germs of typhoid,
of pneumonia, of tetanus, and of consumption; but all night it lay in
the arms of its little mother, and was not permitted to harm her or
The Obloskis, with the exception of Mrs. Brenda, were a handsome
familythe grandfather, indeed, was an old beauty in his way, with
streaming white hair and beard, and eyes that reminded you of
locomotive headlights seen far off down a dark tunnel; but their good
features were marred by an expression of hardness, of greed, of
unsatisfied desire. And Mr. Obloski's face was beginning to bloat with
drink. It was only natural that Daisy, upon whom all the work was put,
should have been too busy to look hard or greedy. She had no time to
brood upon life or to think upon unattainable things. She had only time
to cook, time to wash the dishes, to mend the clothes, to make the
beds, and to play the mother to her little brothers and to her doll.
And so, and naturally, as the skin upon her little hands thickened and
grew rough and red, the expression in her great eyes became more and
more luminous, translucent, and joyous.
Even to a class of people whose standards of beauty differ, perhaps,
from ours, she promised to be very beautiful. She was a
brown-and-crimson beauty, with ocean-blue eyes and teeth dazzling
white, like the snow on mountains when the sun shines. And though she
was only twelve, her name, underlined, was in the note-book of many an
ambitious young man. I knew a young man who was a missionary in that
quarter of the city (indeed, it was through him that this story reached
me), an earnest, Christian, upstanding, and, I am afraid, futile young
man, who, for a while, thought he had fallen in love with her, and
talked of having his aunt adopt her, sending her to school, ladyizing
her. He had a very pretty little romance mapped out. She would develop
into an ornament to any society, he said. Her beautyhe snapped his
fingershad nothing to do with his infatuation. She had a soul, a
great soul. This it was that had so moved him. You should see her, he
said, with her kid brother, and the whole family shooting-match. I
know; lots of little girls have the instinct of mothering thingsbut
it's more in her case, it amounts to geniusand she's so clever, and
so quick, and in spite of all the wicked hard work they put upon her
she sings a little, and laughs a little, and mothers them all the
timethe selfish beasts!
My friend's pipe-dreams came to nothing. He drifted out of
missionizing, through a sudden hobby for chemistry, into orchids;
sickened of having them turn black just when they ought to have
bloomed; ran for Congress and was defeated; decided that the country
was going to the dogs, went to live in England, and is now spending his
time in a vigorous and, I am afraid, vain attempt to get himself
elected to a first-class London club. He is quite a charming manand
quite unnecessary. I mention all this, being myself enough of a
pipe-dreamer to think that, if he had not been frightened out of his
ideas about Daisy, life might have dealt more handsomely with them
As Obloski became more useful to the great organization that owned
him he received proportionately larger pay; but as he drank
proportionately more, his family remained in much its usual straits.
Presently Obloski fell off in utility, allowing choice newly landed men
of his nationality to miss the polls. Then strange things happened. The
great man (who was left-handed) spoke an order mingled with the awful
names of gods. Then certain shares, underwritten by his right-hand man,
clamored for promised cash. A blue pallor appeared in the cheeks of the
right-hand man, and he spoke an order, so that a contract for leaving
the pavement of a certain city street exactly as it was went elsewhere.
The defrauded contractor swore very bitterly, and reduced the salary of
his right-hand man. This one caused a raid of police to ascend into the
disorderly house of his. This one in turn punished his right-hand man;
until finally the lowest of all in the scale, save only Mr. Obloski,
remarked to the latter, pressing for his wage, that money was heap
scarce. And Mr. Obloski, upon opening his envelope, discovered that it
contained but the half of that to which he had accustomed his appetite.
Than Obloski there was none lower. Therefore, to pass on the shiver of
pain that had descended to him from the throne, he worked upon his
feelings with raw whiskey, then went home to his family and broke its
workings to bits. Daisy should go sit in an employment agency until she
was employed and earning money. The youngest boy and the next youngest
should sell newspapers upon the street. Mrs. Obloski should stop
mourning for the baby which she had rolled into a better world three
years before, and do the housework. The better to fit her for this, for
she was lazy and not strong, he kicked her in the ribs until she
fainted, and removed thereby any possibility of her making good the
loss for which her proneness to luxurious rolling had been directly
So Daisy, who was now nearly sixteen, went to sit with other young
women in a row: some were older than she, one or two younger; but no
one of the others was lovely to look at or had a joyous face.
After about an hour's waiting in an atmosphere of sour garments
disguised by cheap perfumery, employment came to Daisy in the stout
form of a middle aged, showily dressed woman, decisive in speech, and
rich, apparently, who desired a waitress.
I want something cheap and green, she explained to the manager. I
form 'em then to suit myself. Her eyes, small, quick, and decided,
flashed along the row of candidates, and selected Daisy without so much
as one glance at the next girl beyond. There's my article, Mrs.
Goldsmith, she said.
Mrs. Goldsmith shook her head and whispered something.
The wealthy lady frowned. Seventy-five? she said. That's
My Gott! exclaimed Mrs. Goldsmith. Ain't she fresh? Loog at her.
Ain't she a fresh, sweet liddle-thing?
Well, she looks fresh enough, said the lady, but I don't go on
looks. But I'll soon find out if what you say is true. And then I'll
pay you seventy-five. Meanwhileas Mrs. Goldsmith began to
protestthere's nothing in itnothing in it.
But I haf your bromiceto pay up.
The lady bowed grandly.
You are sugh an old customer Thus Mrs. Goldsmith explained her
weakness in yielding.
Daisy, carrying her few possessions in a newspaper bundle, walked
lightly at the side of her new employer.
My name is Mrs. Holt, Daisy, said the lady. And I think we'll hit
things off, if you always try to do just what I tell you.
Daisy was in high spirits. It was wonderful to have found work so
easily and so soon. She was to receive three dollars a week. She could
not understand her good fortune. Again and again Mrs. Holt's hard eyes
flicked over the joyous, brightly colored young face. Less often an
expression not altogether hard accompanied such surveys. For although
Mrs. Holt knew that she had found a pearl among swine, her feelings of
elation were not altogether free from a curious and most unaccustomed
tinge of regret.
But I must get you a better dress than that, she said. I want my
help to look cared for and smart. I don't mean you're not neat and
clean looking; but maybe you've something newer and nicer in your
Oh, yes, said Daisy. I have my Sunday dress. That is almost new.
Well, said Mrs. Holt, I'll have a look at it. This is where I
She opened the front door with a latch-key; and to Daisy it seemed
as if paradise had been openedfrom the carved walnut rack, upon which
entering angels might hang their hats and coats, to the carpet upon the
stair and the curtains of purple plush that, slightly parted, disclosed
glimpses of an inner and more sumptuous paradise upon the righta
grand crayon of Mrs. Holt herself, life-size, upon an easel of bamboo;
chairs and sofas with tremendously stuffed seats and backs and arms, a
tapestry-work fire-screena purple puppy against a pink-and-yellow
I'll take you up to your room right off, said Mrs. Holt, and you
can show me your other dress, and I'll tell you if it's nice enough.
So up they went three flights. But it was in no garret that Daisy
was to sleep. Mrs. Holt conducted her into a large, high-ceilinged,
old-fashioned room. To be sure, it was ill lighted and ill
ventilatedgiving on a court; but its furniture, from the
marble-topped wash-stand to the great double bed, was very grand and
overpowering. Daisy could only gape with wonder and delight. To call
such a room her own, to earn three dollars a weekwith a golden
promise of more later on if she proved a good girlit was all very
much too wonderful to be true.
Now, Daisy, let me see your Sunday dressopen the bundle on the
Daisy, obedient and swift (but blushing, for she knew that her dress
would look very humble in such surroundings), untied the string and
opened the parcel. But it was not the Sunday dress that caught Mrs.
Holt's eye. She spoke in the voice of one the most of whose breath has
suddenly been snatched away.
And what, she exclaimed, for mercy sake, is that?
That, said Daisy, already in an anguish lest it be taken from her,
is my doll.
Mrs. Holt took the doll in her hands and turned it over and back.
She looked at it, her head bent, for quite a long time. Then, all of a
sudden, she made a curious sound in the back of her throat that sounded
like a cross between a choke and a sob. Then she spoke swiftlyand
like one ashamed:
You won't suit me, girlieI can see that. Wrap up those things
again, andNo, you mustn't go back to Goldsmith'sshe's a bad
womanyou wouldn't understand. Can't you go back home? No?... They
need what you can earn.... Here, you go to Hauptman's employment agency
and tell him I sent you. No.... You're too blazing innocent. I'll go
with you. I've got some influence. I'll see to it that he gets a job
for you from some one whowho'll let you alone.
But, said Daisy, gone quite white with disappointment, I would
have tried so hard to please you, Mrs. Holt. I
You don't know what you're saying, child, exclaimed Mrs. Holt.
II don't need you. I've got trouble here. She touched what appeared
to be an ample bosom. One-half's the real thing and one-half's just
padding. I'm not long for this world, and you've cost me a pretty
penny, my dear; but it's all right. I don't need you!
So Mrs. Holt took Daisy to Hauptman's agency. And he, standing in
fear of Mrs. Holt, found employment for her as waitress in a Polish
restaurant. Here the work was cruel and hard, and the management
thunderous and savage; but the dangers of the place were not machine
made, and Daisy could sleep at home.
Daisy had not been at work in the restaurant many weeks before the
proprietor perceived that business was increasing. The four tables to
which Daisy attended were nearly always full, and the other waitresses
were beginning to show symptoms of jealousy and nerves. More dishes
were smashed; more orders went wrong; and Daisy, a smooth, quick, eager
worker, was frequently delayed and thrown out of her stride, so to
speak, by malicious stratagems and tricks. But Linnevitch, the
proprietor, had a clear mind and an excellent knowledge of human
nature. He got rid of his cash-girl, and put Daisy in her place; and
this in face of the fact that Daisy had had the scantiest practice with
figures and was at first dismally slow in the making of change. But
Linnevitch bore with her, and encouraged her. If now and then she made
too much change, he forgave her. He had only to look at the full tables
to forget. For every nickel that she lost for him, she brought a new
customer. And soon, too, she became at ease with money, and sure of her
subtraction. Linnevitch advanced her sufficient funds to buy a neat
black dress; he insisted that she wear a white turnover collar and
white cuffs. The plain severity of this costume set off the bright
coloring of her face and hair to wonderful advantage. In the dingy,
ill-lighted restaurant she was like that serene, golden, glowing light
that Rembrandt alone has known how to place among shadows. And her
temper was so sweet, and her disposition so childlike and gentle, that
one by one the waitresses who hated her for her popularity and her
quick success forgave her and began to like her. They discussed her a
great deal among themselves, and wondered what would become of her.
Something good, they prophesied; for under all the guilelessness and
simplicity she was able. And you had to look but once into those eyes
to know that she was string-straight. Among the waitresses was no very
potent or instructed imagination. They could not formulate the steps
upon which Daisy should rise, nor name the happy height to which she
should ascend. They knew that she was exceptional; no common pottery
like themselves, but of that fine clay of which even porcelain is made.
It was common talk among them that Linnevitch was in love with her;
and, recalling what had been the event in the case of the Barnhelm
girl, and of Lotta Gorski, they knew that Linnevitch sometimes put
pleasure ahead of business. Yet it was their common belief that the
more he pined after Daisy the less she had to fear from him.
A new look had come into the man's protruding eyes. Either
prosperity or Daisy, or both, had changed him for the better. The place
no longer echoed with thunderous assaults upon slight faults. The
words, If you will, please, Helena; Well, well, pick it up, fell
now from his lips, or the even more reassuring and courteous, Never
mind; I say, never mind.
Meanwhile, if her position and work in the restaurant were pleasant
enough, Daisy's evenings and nights at home were hard to bear. Her
mother, sick, bitter, and made to work against her will, had no
tolerant words for her. Grandfather Pinnievitch, deprived of even pipe
tobacco by his bibulous son-in-law, whined and complained by the hour.
Old Mrs. Brenda declared that she was being starved to death, and she
reviled whomever came near her. The oldest boy had left school in
disgrace, together with a classmate of the opposite sex, whom he
abandoned shortly at a profit. The family had turned him off at first;
had then seen that he had in spite of this an air of prosperity;
invited him to live at home once more, and were told that he was done
with them. His first venture in the business of pandering had been a
success; a company, always on the lookout for bright young men, offered
him good pay, work intricate but interesting, and that protection
without which crime would not be profitable.
Yes, in the secure shadow of The Organization's secret dark wings,
there was room even for this obscure young Pole, fatherless, now, and
motherless. For The Organization stands at the gates of the young
Republic to welcome in the unfortunate of all nations, to find work for
them, and security. Let your bent be what it will, if only you will
serve the master, young immigrant, you may safely follow that bent to
the uttermost dregs in which it ends. Whatever you wish to be, that you
may become, provided only that your ambition is sordid, criminal, and
Mr. Obloski was now an incorrigible drunkard. He could no longer be
relied on to cast even his own vote once, should the occasion for
voting arise. So The Great Organization spat Obloski aside. He
threatened certain reprisals and tale-bearings. He was promptly
arrested for a theft which not only he had not committed, but which had
never been committed at all. The Organization spared itself the expense
of actually putting him in jail; but he had felt the power of the
claws. He would threaten no more.
To support the family on Daisy's earnings and the younger boys'
newspaper sellings, and at the same time to keep drunk from morning to
night, taxed his talents to the utmost. There were times when he had to
give blows instead of bread. But he did his best, and was as patient
and long-suffering as possible with those who sapped his income and
kept him down.
One night, in a peculiarly speculative mood, he addressed his
business instincts to Daisy. Fourteen dollars a month! he said. And
there are girls without half your looksright here in this citythat
earn as much in a night. What good are you?
I cannot say that Daisy was so innocent as not to gather his
meaning. She sat and looked at him, a terrible pathos in her great
eyes, and said nothing.
Well, said her father, what good are you?
No good, said Daisy gently.
That night she hugged her old doll to her breast and wept bitterly,
but very quietly, so as not to waken her brothers. The next morning,
very early, she made a parcel of her belongings, and carried it with
her to the restaurant. The glass door with its dingy gilt lettering was
being unlocked for the day by Mr. Linnevitch. He was surprised to see
her a full half-hour before opening time.
Mr. Linnevitch, said Daisy, things are so that I can't stay at
home any more. I will send them the money, but I have to find another
place to live.
We got a little room, he said; you can have if Mrs. Linnevitch
says so. I was going to give you more pay. We give you that room
Mrs. Linnevitch gave her consent. She was a dreary, weary woman of
American birth. When she was alone with her husband she never upbraided
him for his infidelities, or referred to them. But later, on this
particular day, having a chance to speak, she said:
I hope you ain't going to bother this one, Linne?
He patted his wife's bony back and shook his head. The better as I
know that girl, Minnie, he said, the sorrier I am for what I used to
be doing sometimes. You and her is going to have a square deal.
I bin up to put her room straight, said Mrs. Linnevitch. She's
got a doll.
She delivered this for what it was worth, in an uninterested,
I tell you what she ought to have got, said her husband. She
ought to have got now a good husband, and some live dollseh?
New customers were not uncommon in the restaurant, but the young man
who dropped in for noon dinner upon the following Friday was of a
plumage gayer than any to which the waitresses and habitués of the
place were accustomed. To Daisy, sitting at her high cashier's desk,
like a young queen enthroned, he seemed to have something of the nature
of a prince from a far country. She watched him eat. She saw in his
cuffs the glint of gold; she noted with what elegance he held his
little fingers aloof from his hands. She noted the polish and
cleanliness of his nails, the shortness of his recent hair-cut, the
great breadth of his shoulders (they were his coat's shoulders, but she
did not know this), the narrowness of his waist, the interesting pallor
of his face.
Not until the restaurant was well filled did any one have the
audacity to sit at the stranger's table. His elegance and refinement
were as a barrier between him and all that was rude and coarse. If he
glanced about the place, taking notes in his turn of this and that, it
was covertly and quietly and without offence. His eyes passed across
Daisy's without resting or any show of interest. Once or twice he spoke
quietly to the girl who waited on him, his eyebrows slightly raised, as
if he were finding fault but without anger. For the first time in her
life Daisy had a sensation of jealousy; but in the pale nostalgic form,
rather than the yellow corrosive.
Though the interesting stranger had been one of the earliest
arrivals, he ate slowly, busied himself with important-looking papers
out of his coat-pockets, and was the last to go. He paid his bill, and
if he looked at Daisy while she made change it was in an absent-minded,
She had an access of boldness. I hope you liked your dinner, she
I? The young man came out of the clouds. Oh, yes. Very nice. He
thanked her as courteously for his change as if his receiving any at
all was purely a matter for her discretion to decide, wished her good
afternoon, and went out.
The waitresses were gathered about the one who had served the
stranger. It seemed that he had made her a present of a dime. It was
vaguely known that up-town, in more favored restaurants, a system of
tipping prevailed; but in Linnevitch's this was the first instance in a
long history. The stranger's stock, as they say, went up by leaps and
bounds. Then, on removing the cloth from the table at which he had
dined, there was discovered a heart-shaped locket that resembled gold.
The girls were for opening it, and at least one ill-kept thumb-nail was
painfully broken over backward in the attempt. Daisy joined the group.
She was authoritative for the first time in her life.
He wouldn't like us to open it, she said.
A dispute arose, presently a clamor; Linnevitch came in. There was a
Linnevitch examined the locket. Trible-plate, he said judicially.
Maybe there's a name and address inside. As the locket opened for his
strong thumb-nail, Daisy gave out a little sound as of pain. Linnevitch
stood looking into the locket, smiling.
Only hair, he said presently, and closed the thing with a snap,
Put that in the cash-drawer, he said, until it is called for.
Daisy turned the key on the locket and wondered what color the hair
was. The stranger, of course, had a sweetheart, and of course the hair
was hers. Was it brown, chestnut, red, blond, black? Beneath each of
these colors in turn she imagined a face.
Long before the first habitués had arrived for supper Daisy was at
her place. All the afternoon her imagination had been so fed, and her
curiosity thereby so aroused, that she was prepared, in the face of
what she knew at heart was proper, to open the locket and see, at
least, the color of the magic hair. But she still hesitated, and for a
long time. Finally, however, overmastered, she drew out the cash-drawer
a little way and managed, without taking it out, to open the locket.
The lock of hair which it contained was white as snow.
Daisy rested, chin on hands, looking into space. She had almost
always been happy in a negative way, or, better, contented. Now she was
positively happy. But she could not have explained why. She had closed
the locket gently and tenderly, revering the white hairs and the filial
piety that had enshrined them in gold (triple-plated gold, at that!).
And when presently the stranger entered to recover his property, Daisy
felt as if she had always known him, and that there was nothing to know
of him but good.
He was greatly and gravely concerned for his loss, but when Daisy,
without speaking, opened the cash-drawer and handed him his property,
he gave her a brilliant smile of gratitude.
One of the girls found it under your table, she said.
Is she here now? he asked. But never mind; you'll thank her for
me, won't you? And A hand that seemed wonderfully ready for
financial emergencies slipped into a trousers pocket and pulled from a
great roll of various denominations a dollar bill. Thank her and give
her that, he said. Then, and thus belittling the transaction, I have
to be in this part of the city quite often on business, he said, and
I don't mind saying that I like to take my meals among honest people.
You can tell the boss that I intend to patronize this place.
He turned to go, but the fact that she had been included as being
one of honest people troubled Daisy.
Excuse me, she said. He turned back. It was wrong for me to do
it, she said, blushing deeply, and looking him full in the face with
her great, honest eyes. I opened your locket. And looked in.
Did you? said the young man. He did not seem to mind in the least.
I do, often. That lock of hair, he said, rather solemn now, and a
little sad, perhaps, was my mother's.
He now allowed his eyes to rest on Daisy's beautiful face for,
perhaps, the first time.
In a city like this, he said, there's always temptations to do
wrong, but I think having this (he touched his breast pocket where the
locket was) helps me to do what mother would have liked me to.
He brushed the corner of one eye with the back of his hand. Perhaps
there was a tear in it. Perhaps a cinder.
It came to be known in the restaurant that the stranger's name was
Barstow, and very soon he had ceased to be a stranger. His business in
that quarter of the city, whatever it may have been, was at first
intermittent; he would take, perhaps, three meals in a week at
Linnevitch's; latterly he often came twice in one day. Always orderly
and quiet, Barstow gradually, however, established pleasant and even
joking terms with the waitresses. But with Daisy he never joked. He
called the other girls by their first names, as became a social
superior, but Daisy was always Miss Obloski to him. With Linnevitch
alone he made no headway. Linnevitch maintained a pointedly surly and
repellent attitude, as if he really wished to turn away a profitable
patronage. And Barstow learned to leave the proprietor severely alone.
One night, after Barstow had received his change, he remained for a
few minutes talking with Daisy. What do you find to do with yourself
evenings, Miss Obloski? he asked.
I generally sit with Mr. and Mrs. Linnevitch and sew, she
That's not a very exciting life for a young lady. Don't you ever
take in a show, or go to a dance?
She shook her head.
Don't you like to dance?
I know I'd like it, she said with enthusiasm; but I never had a
chance to try.
You haven't! exclaimed Barstow. What a shame! Some night, if you
like, I'll take you to an academya nice quiet one, mostly for
beginnerswhere they give lessons. If you'd like, I'll teach you
Delight showed in Daisy's face.
Good! said Barstow. It's a go. How about to-n He broke off
short. Linnevitch, very surly and very big, was within hearing,
although his attention appeared elsewhere.
Some time soon, then, said Barstow in a lower voice, and aloud,
Well, good-night, Miss Obloski.
Her eyes were upon the glass door and the darkness beyond into which
Barstow had disappeared. She was returned to earth by Linnevitch's
voice close to her ear. It was gentle and understanding.
You like dot fellereh?
Daisy blushed very crimson, but her great eyes were steadfast and
without guile. I like him very much, Mr. Linnevitch.
Not too mucheh?
Daisy did not answer. She did not know the answer.
Liddle girl, said Linnevitch kindly, you don't know noddings.
What was he saying to you, just now?
He said some evening he'd take me to an academy and learn me
dancing, said Daisy.
He said dot, did he? said Linnevitch. I say don't have nodding to
do with them academies. You ask Mrs. Linnevitch to tell you some
But he didn't mean a regular dance-hall, said Daisy. He said a
place for beginners.
For beginners! said Linnevitch with infinite sarcasm. And then
with a really tender paternalism, If I am your father, I beat you
sometimes for a liddle fooleh?
Mrs. Linnevitch was more explicit. I've knowed hundreds of girls
that was taught to dance, she said. First they go to the hall, and
then they go to hell.
Daisy defended her favorite character. Any man, she said, that
carries a lock of his mother's white hair with him to help keep him
straight is good enough for me, I guess.
How do you know it is not hair of some old man's beard to fool you?
Or some goateh? How do you know it make him keep straighteh?
Linnevitch began to mimic the quiet voice and elegant manner of
Barstow: Good-morning, Miss Obloski, I have just given one dollar to a
poor cribble.... Oh, how do you do to-day, Miss Obloski? My mouth is
full of butter, but it don't seem to melt.... Oh, Miss Obloski, I am
ready to faint with disgust. I have just seen a man drink one stein of
beer. I am a temptation this eveninglet me just look in dot locket
and save myself.
Daisy was not amused. She was even angry with Linnevitch, but too
gentle to show it. Presently she said good-night and went to bed.
Now, said Mrs. Linnevitch, she'll go with that young
feller sure. The way you mocked him made her mad. I've got eyes in my
head. Whatever she used to think, now she thinks he's a live saint.
I wonder, now? said Linnevitch. A few minutes' wondering must have
brought him into agreement with his wife, for presently he toiled up
three flights of stairs and knocked at Daisy's door.
Daisy, he said.
What is it, Mr. Linnevitch? If her voice had not been tearful it
would have been cold.
The man winced. Mebbe that young feller is O. K., he said. I have
come just to say that. Mebbe he is. But you just let me look him up a
He did not catch her answer.
You promise me thateh? Mrs. Linnevitch and me, we want to do what
is right and best. We don't want our liddle Daisy to make no mistakes.
He had no answer but the sounds that go with tears. He knew by this
that his mockings and insinuations had been forgiven.
Good-night, liddle girl, he said. Sleep tight. His own voice
broke. I be your poppereh? he said.
To Barstow's surprise and disappointment, when he named a time for
her first lesson in dancing Daisy refused to go.
Mrs. Linnevitch thinks I better not be going out nights, Mr.
Barstow, she said. But thank you ever so much, all the same.
Well, said Barstow, I'm disappointed. But that's nothing, if
Daisy blushed. But I am, she said.
Then, said he, never mind what they say. Come on!
Daisy shook her head. I promised.
Look here, Miss Obloski, what's wrong? Let's be honest, whatever
else we are. Is it because they know something against me,
because they think they do, or because they know that
It's that, said Daisy. Mr. Linnevitch don't want me to be going
out with any one he don't know about.
Barstow was obviously relieved. Thank you, he said. That's all
square now. It isn't Mrs. Linnevitch; it's the boss. It isn't going out
in general; it's going out with me!
Then he surprised her. The boss is absolutely right, he said. I'm
for him, and, Miss Obloski, I won't ask you to trust me until I've
proved to Linnevitch that I'm a proper guardian
It's only Mr. Linnevitch, said Daisy, smiling very sweetly. It's
not me. I trust you. Her eyes were like two serene stars.
Barstow leaned closer and spoke lower. Miss Obloski, he said,
Daisyand he lingered on the namethere's only one thing you could
say that I'd rather hear.
Daisy wanted to ask what that was. But there was no natural coquetry
in the girl. She did not dare.
She did not see him again for three whole days; but she fed upon his
last words to her until she was ready, and even eager, to say that
other thing which alone he would rather hear than that she trusted him.
Between breakfast and dinner on the fourth day a tremendous great
man, thick in the chest and stomach, wearing a frock coat and a glossy
silk hat, entered the restaurant. The man's face, a miracle of close
shaving, had the same descending look of heaviness as his body. But it
was a strong, commanding face in spite of the pouched eyes and the
drooping flesh about the jaws and chin. Daisy, busy with her
book-keeping, looked up and smiled, with her strong instinct for
The gentleman removed his hat. Most of his head was bald. You'll be
Miss Obloski, he said. The top o' the mornin' to you, miss. My boy
has often spoken of you. I call him my boy bekase he's been like a son
to melike a son. Is Linnevitch in? Never mind, I know the way.
He opened, without knocking upon it, the door which led from the
restaurant into the Linnevitches' parlor. Evidently a great man. And
how beautifully and touchingly he had spoken of Barstow! Daisy returned
to her addition. Two and three are six and seven are twelve and four
are nineteen. Then she frowned and tried again.
The great man was a long time closeted with Linnevitch. She could
hear their voices, now loud and angry, now subdued. But she could not
gather what they were talking about.
At length the two emerged from the parlorLinnevitch flushed, red,
sullen, and browbeaten; the stranger grandly at ease, an unlighted
cigar in his mouth. He took off his hat to Daisy, bent his brows upon
her with an admiring glance, and passed out into the sunlight.
Who was it? said Daisy.
That, said Linnevitch, is Cullinan, the bossBull Cullinan. Once
he was a policeman, and now he is a millionaire.
There was a curious mixture of contempt, of fear, and of adulation
in Linnevitch's voice.
He is come here, he said, to tell me about that young feller.
Oh! exclaimed Daisy. Mr. Barstow?
Linnevitch did not meet her eye. I am wrong, he said, and that
young feller is O. K.
When Daisy came back from her first dancing lesson, Mr. and Mrs.
Linnevitch were sitting up for her. Her gayety and high spirits seemed
to move the couple, especially Linnevitch, deeply. He insisted that she
eat some crackers and drink a glass of milk. He was wonderfully gentle,
almost tender, in his manner; but whenever she looked at him he looked
It was as if heaven had opened before Daisy. The blood in her veins
moved to the rhythm of dance music; her vision was being fed upon color
and light. And, for she was still a child, she was taken great wonders
to behold: dogs that rode upon bicycles, men who played upon fifty
instruments, clowns that caused whole theatres to roar with laughter,
ladies that dove from dizzy heights, bears that drank beer, Apollos
that seemed to have been born turning wonderful somersaults. And always
at her side was her man, her well-beloved, to explain and to protect.
He was careful of her, careful as a man is careful who carries a glass
of water filled to overflowing without losing a drop. And if little by
little he explained what he called life to her, it was with delicacy,
with gravityeven, as it seemed, with sorrow.
His kisses filled her at first with a wonderful tenderness; at last
with desire, so that her eyes narrowed and she breathed quickly. At
this point in their relations Barstow put off his pleading, cajoling
manner, and began, little by little, to play the master. In the matter
of dress and deportment he issued orders now instead of suggestions;
and she only worshipped him the more.
When he knew in his heart that she could refuse him nothing he
proposed marriage. Or rather, he issued a mandate. He had led her to a
seat after a romping dance. She was highly flushed with the exercise
and the contact, a little in disarray, breathing fast, a wonderful look
of exaltation and promise in her face. He was white, as always,
methodic, and coolthe man who arranges, who makes light of
difficulties, who gives orders; the man who has money in his pocket.
Kid, he whispered, when the restaurant closes to-morrow night I
am going to take you to see a friend of minean alderman.
She smiled brightly, lips parted in expectation. She knew by
experience that he would presently tell her why.
You're to quit Linnevitch for good, he said. So have your things
Although the place was so crowded that whirling couples occasionally
bumped into their knees or stumbled over their feet, Barstow took her
hand with the naïve and easy manner of those East Siders whom he
affected to despise.
You didn't guess we were going to be married so soon, did you? he
She pressed his hand. Her eyes were round with wonder.
At first, he went on, we'll look about before we go to
house-keeping. I've taken nice rooms for usa parlor and bedroom
suite. Then we can take our time looking until we find just the right
Oh, she said, are you sure you want me?
He teased her. He said, Oh, I don't know and I wouldn't wonder,
and pursed up his lips in scorn; but at the same time he regarded her
out of the corners of roguish eyes. Say, kid, he said presentlyand
his gravity betokened the importance of the matterCullinan's dead
for it. He's going to be a witness, and afterward he's going to blow us
to supperjust us two. How's that?
Oh, she exclaimed, that's fine!
The next morning Daisy told Mr. and Mrs. Linnevitch that she was to
be married as soon as the restaurant closed. But they had schooled
themselves by now to expect this event, and said very little.
Linnevitch, however, was very quiet all day. Every now and then an
expression little short of murderous came into his face, to be followed
by a vacant, dazed look, and this in turn by sudden uncontrollable
starts of horror. At these times he might have stood for Judas
beginning to realize what he has done.
Barstow, carrying Daisy's parcel, went out first. He was always
tactful. Daisy flung herself into Mrs. Linnevitch's arms. The
undemonstrative woman shed tears and kissed her. Linnevitch could not
speak. And when Daisy had gone at last, the couple stood and looked at
the floor between them. So I have seen a father and mother stand and
look into the coffin of their only child.
If the reader's suspicions have been aroused, let me set them at
rest. The marriage was genuine. It was performed in good faith by a
genuine alderman. The groom and the great Mr. Cullinan even went so far
as to disport genuine and generous white boutonnières. Daisy cried a
little; the words that she had to say seemed so wonderful to her, a new
revelation, as it were, of the kingdom and glory of love. But when she
was promising to cleave to Barstow in sickness and peril till death
parted them, her heart beat with a great, valiant fierceness. So the
heart of the female tiger beats in tenderness for her young.
Barstow was excited and nervous, as became a groom. Even the great
Mr. Cullinan shook a little under the paternal jocoseness with which he
came forward to kiss the bride.
There was a supper waiting in the parlor of the rooms which Barstow
had hired: cold meats, salad, fruit, and a bottle of champagne. While
the gentlemen divested themselves of their hats and overcoats, Daisy
carried her parcel into the bedroom and opened it on the bureau. Then
she took off her hat and tidied her hair. She hardly recognized the
face that looked out of the mirror. She had never, before that moment,
realized that she was beautiful, that she had something to give to the
man she loved that was worth giving. Her eyes fell upon her old doll,
the companion of so many years. She laughed a happy little laugh. She
had grown up. The doll was only a doll now. But she kissed it, because
she loved it still. And she put it carefully away in a drawer, lest the
sight of a childishness offend the lord and master.
As she passed the great double bed, with its two snow-white pillows,
her knees weakened. It was like a hint to perform a neglected duty. She
knelt, and prayed God to let her make Barstow happy forever and ever.
Then, beautiful and abashed, she joined the gentlemen.
As she seated herself with dignity, as became a good housewife
presiding at her own table, the two gentlemen lifted their glasses of
champagne. There was a full glass beside Daisy's plate. Her fingers
closed lightly about the stem; but she looked to Barstow for orders.
Ought I? she said.
Sure, said he, a little champagnewon't hurt you.
No, Daisy; only what was in the champagne. She had her little moment
of exhilaration, of self-delighting ease and vivacitythen dizziness,
then awful nausea, and awful fear, and oblivion.
The great Mr. CullinanBull Cullinancaught her as she was
falling. He regarded the bridegroom with eyes in which there was no
Get out! he said.
And then he was alone with her, and safe, in the dark shadow of the