by Dorothy Canfield
HENRY RANDOLPH shook his white head in an impatient gesture of
dissent, and continued the discussions with a tenderly exasperated
disregard of his cousin's scruples. "No, no, Alice, dear, this is no
time to split hairs on what it's proper to speak about. It's infamous,
I know, that I should be talking to you about it nobody but a woman
should; but, my dear child, how can I go and leave you so? And there's
nobody else to speak. You might as well have no brother at all as one
in the navy."
Mrs. Smithers's resigned, though unpeaceful, drooping attitude
changed at this to a sudden nervous tension. She clasped and unclasped
her thin hands, and spoke with a little rush of eagerness. "Ah! that's
it, Cousin Henry. If I could only see my brother oftener, he might be
able to do something." She relapsed again into listless despondency and
continued dully: "But I don't suppose he would ever see anything at all
the matter. My husband would be so different with him you know how
Will is to outsiders."
Randolph struck one hand into the other fiercely. "I do! I do! But
what's the use of knowing him now, when you've been married ten years?
Oh, if I'd only been here instead of on the other side of the globe
when he first went to Washington and met you! Why, in Heaven's name,
your parents " He checked himself abruptly. "No, I can't blame
them poor, simple souls! They never had any worldly discernment.
You're just like them."
Mrs. Smithers spoke in a naively solemn and hesitant way. "I hope
it's not wicked, Cousin Henry, but I'm some-times glad they died so
soon after my marriage and that Tom is always away on his vessel.
They couldn't help any, and I'm glad they don't have to suffer with me.
I'm sorry it makes you so sad, cousin, on your first visit home in so
many years. I'm afraid I've not been able to make you very happy."
At this Randolph roared out in indignant tenderness: "Good Heavens,
Alice, don't be such a perfectly angelic idiot! If you endure it day
after day, and have for ten years, and will as long as he or you live,
don't you suppose a great hulking brute of a man like me can bear just
to hear about it?"
The woman stirred uneasily in her chair. "Oh, please, dear cousin,
don't speak so. I know I've done very wrong to let you know it all,
but, seeing somebody who belongs to me after all this long, lonely life
in New York I'm afraid I haven't been very brave. I may not have so
much more to bear than other women. Will, you know, is never brutally
unkind, as so many husbands are he has never struck me we live in
this expensive apartment; the children go to the best schools; I always
have plenty of money to spend "
She ended, quavering off into silence before the gathering wrath in
the old man's eyes. He caught her up grimly: "Yes, you have plenty of
money to spend, but I notice you do your own work most of the time.
Your husband makes the apartment such a hell on earth with his devilish
ingenuity that you couldn't keep a maid for a week not for any
Alice interrupted him eagerly: "But, no I have old Belle, the
scrubwoman, you know. She's been with me almost ever since I was
married ever since we came to this house to live. She cleans the
halls and stairways of this building, and so she's always on hand to
come in and help me out. She does all the rough work, and she won't let
me do anything she can manage to prevent. She's so faithful and strong,
and so kind to me, I forget all about her dreadful looks and profanity;
and you couldn't drive her away. She never seems even to hear the
things Will says to her."
The man's voice was bitter as he answered gloomily: "Actually the
best friend the only friend you are allowed to have is that
frightful old harridan I see around here. I wonder you allow her to be
with the children. I've never heard her speak without an oath, and
little Jack is so "
The mention of the child was like an electric shock to the mother.
She sprang to her feet, and running to the tall old man, she caught one
of his hands in hers with a gesture of distraction. "Oh, Cousin Henry,
every time I hear Jack's name it makes me remember Will's threat to
send him away. It's only because of that I spoke to you at all. I could
not bear to have him go from me to a strange school. It would kill
The man suddenly gave a deep sob of pity, and gathered the frail,
weeping woman into his arms. The silence which followed was broken by
the entrance from the dining-room of a small woman of uncertain age, in
dingy attire, carrying a pail of water in one bony hand and a large
cleaning-cloth in the other. Without noticing the silent couple by the
window, she dropped heavily to her knees and began to wipe up the edge
of bare floor showing about the carpet. Randolph spoke, and she turned,
startled, showing a face blurred and battered by hardship, but
instantly alive in the keenest interest in the conversation.
"Alice, dear, unless you'll simply drop everything and come away
with me to my home, I don't see any way out."
Mrs. Smithers recoiled at this and spoke with a passionate denial:
"Why, how can you think of my doing that! How could I leave the
children? They're all I live for all that keeps me from going
"You could bring the children along. They'd do well in Buenos
"He'd come and take them from me. I've been all over that so many
times with myself. And I've read that the children are never allowed to
stay with the mother if she has run away. If I could only just snatch
them up and hide from him all of us; but he's so clever and I'm so
stupid he'd find us out right away, and then I he'd never let me see
The old man drew a long breath, in an evident attempt to control
himself, but vainly, for he broke out so fiercely that the scrubwoman
sat up on her heels electrified. "Damnation! I beg your pardon, Allie,
dear, but it just tears me in pieces to see you so. Confound the
fellow! Why doesn't he just once go a step too far and give some ground
for divorce? The hellish cunning of him! to care so well for your
outward wants and to murder inch by inch your self-respect, your love
for your children, your pride your very soul!"
He stopped her feeble gesture of protest with a furious torrent of
words. "No, don't talk to me. I've seen it, and I know. Tom may be
fooled by his smooth ways, but I've seen Mexican half-breeds before
now. Sometimes I think it a mistake, his having had an American father
he's all greaser, every inch of him! I heard stories about him as a
boy when I was in Bocas del Toro. When he was ten years old he was
caught burning a cat over a slow fire half-breed Injun and Spaniard,
just like his mother. No, he gets his business sense from old Smithers,
all right. And, good Lord! he gets those cold, pale eyes from him!"
He shuddered at the picture and went on in a mounting fury: "Allie,
unless you give up the children or divide them, there's nothing anybody
can do to help. It's incredible there should be such a situation in a
civilized country, but it's so. The mere fact that you are tortured day
by day in a thousand subtle ways no decent man could even think of is
as nothing, because he doesn't strike you. A jury or judge would take
no more cognizance of your mental agony than your old scrubwoman!"
At this mention of her the woman started guiltily from her position
of strained and intent eavesdropping and let her cloth fall into the
pail with a splash. The two turned, and, seeing her, lowered their
voices, Mrs. Smithers trying in vain to repress her sobbing.
Randolph went over to her and laid one hand tenderly on her
shoulder. Oh, I know you won't think of leaving the children. You
couldn't, of course. But, Allie, do this for me, at least: promise me
that the next time you see Tom and may it be soon, or you won't keep
your reason tell him! Tell him what your married life is. He's your
big brother, and I feel that he'll be able to help you somehow. Promise
me that! Don't send me away quite hopeless over your future."
In a confused murmur of sobs and broken sentences the promise came:
"Yes, yes, I promise. I somehow feel, too, that if he really knows
he can help but there's so much even he can't know. Oh, I wish I had
a mother! If my mother had only lived!"
INTO this atmosphere of quivering agitation dropped suddenly the
quiet, silvery tinkle of the door-bell. It shocked them all into
attitudes of expectation. Mrs. Smithers stopped her sobbing with a
convulsive effort and sat up straight, shivering uncontrollably and
motioning the scrubwoman to hurry. "Oh, that must be Will! He mustn't
see me so upset. Belle, hurry! Do hurry and open for him; he can't bear
to be kept waiting. I'd go myself, but he doesn't like to see me do it.
Oh, Belle, please, please hurry!"
The significance of her terror-stricken disquiet pierced the old
man with a savage thrust of pity and sympathy, but the scrubwoman did
not lift a heavy finger the quicker for it. She finished wiping up a
spot on the floor, wrung her cloth out deliberately, and hung it over
the pail before she rose to her feet and went down the long, narrow
hall with the ungainly walk of women who have long worked beyond their
strength. Randolph and his cousin waited and together caught a sudden
breath when from the recesses of the hall came a smooth, penetrating
voice saying with an indescribably insulting accent: "Out of my way,
Rapid steps came down the hall, and a tall man with a very black
beard and pale-blue eyes entered the room, bringing with him the
lowering atmosphere of a thunder-storm. As he caught sight of Randolph
his face smoothed itself into a cordial smile, and advancing, he
insisted on taking the older man's hand in a hearty gasp. When he
spoke, his voice had a warm intonation of pleased surprise. "Why,
Cousin Henry, this is a welcome sight. I understood that you were to be
off to-day, and that we were once more a desolate family, without a
relative to our names."
He took off his coat and hat as he spoke and gave them to the
scrubwoman, who stood with the apprehensive, repellent gaze of an
ill-treated ash-cat. She turned to go out with them, and as she
disappeared down the hall Randolph noticed, with a qualm of disgust, as
another detail in the nightmare which surrounded him, that she spat
fiercely on the hat. He roused himself and said to the newcomer
stiffly: "There was some accident to the engines, and the boat won't
sail until to-night, so I came back to "
Smithers interrupted him with a cheery laugh as he began opening
some letters on the table and glancing over them. "It's an ill wind, et
cetera. I dare say little Allie was no end glad to see you again. She's
not much company for herself at any time, and when the children are
still in the country and she's been spoiled by so much of your
delightful companionship, I fancy my little child-wife got pretty
He looked them both full in the face as he delivered this speech,
and smiled at their wincing under his accent. The scrubwoman, moving
the furniture about, suddenly set a chair down with so furious an
energy that they all started.
"Oblige me, Belle, by being a little quieter," said Smithers
mildly, and laughed aloud as he caught Randolph's eye. Still smiling,
he went rattling on, as he read a letter:
"Do you know, my dear Cousin Henry, you're the only relative who's
been to see us since the very first years of our married life? Alice
doesn't know her other forty-second cousins very well, and, to tell the
truth, they don't seem to enjoy our simple life. Too bad, eh, Allie?"
His voice dropped into an absent murmur, and he lost himself in the
letter. Randolph crossed the room to the window where his cousin stood
and drew her to him. "I'm going now, dear child," he said in a low
tone, "but it's like tearing a piece of my heart out to leave you so.
It seems to me, sometimes, I must go distracted thinking of you. But
it's one ray of light in my darkness that you've promised to speak to
Tom and appeal to him to help you. And remember, let me know if I can
ever help and "
Smithers laid down his letter and turned toward them with so openly
black a look of suspicion that the old man answered as though he had
"I'm telling Alice, William," he said defiantly, "that if she ever
needs me I'll come from the ends of the earth."
The younger man smiled again, so that his wife caught her breath
and clung convulsively to her cousin. He waved his hand genially. "Ah,
very good of you very kind, I'm sure. Alice will, of course, let you
know at any time if there is something you can do for her." He added
dryly: "I'll see that she does myself." Randolph turned his back on him
and kissed Alice on the forehead. "Good-by, little girl. Heaven bless
you!" he said, in an unsteady voice.
The scrubwoman stood up to show him the door, drying her distorted
hands on her torn apron. She made a furtive wipe at her eyes, and
sniffed loudly with a grotesque contortion of her face. Smithers turned
on her suddenly, so that she dodged and lifted an arm in guard. He
spoke with the most careful gentleness:
"Don't bother to show Mr. Randolph the door, Belle. I'll go myself.
No, don't protest, my dear cousin. It's the last time. I'm not going to
let a servant's face be the last one you see in my house and such a
face!" The two disappeared down the hall, Smithers ahead, talking
BELLE dropped her cloth and hastened heavily to where Alice sat.
Her hard face was set in lines of grim resolution. She spoke in a
hoarse whisper, looking continually over her shoulder toward the hall.
"Ma'am Mrs. Smithers don't give up to him so! Paste him one when
he comes back. Git ahead of him and he'd let you alone. Give him fits
before he has a chance to git started."
Alice looked up in amazement, and spoke with a childish attempt at
dignity. "Belle, you forget yourself!"
Her husband came back into the room with his rapid, noiseless
tread, cast a black look at the two women, and went again to his mail.
There was a silence which was ominous. The scrubwoman went on stolidly
with her work, and Alice waited in trembling suspense for the first
words. Smithers finished a letter and held it up, saying in a low,
measured tone: "If you've quite finished your furtive conversation with
your especial friend, you may care to know that this letter is from
Jack. I believe you preserve the pose of being devoted to your
He pocketed the letter in answer to an imploring gesture for it
from his wife, and went on: "No, there's no need for you to read it. I
can tell you all that's necessary for you to know. He's hurt his foot
His wife screamed out at this, striking her hands together in
anguish. "Oh, Will! His lame foot? How badly?"
The man gathered the letters together and threw some loose
envelopes in the waste-paper basket before he answered. Then he said
sardonically: "It makes me smile to see the way you carry out your
attitude about that. If you care so much about it, it's a wonder you
carefully arranged matters so he would be lame."
The mother quivered as though under a physical blow. "Oh, Will, how
Her tormentor went on: "How could you? It was just pure
carelessness on your part letting him fall you, a mother of
children! I wonder that you can look at the ugly little cripple without
He listened impatiently to her feeble attempt at
self-justification. "Why, Will, you know I was thrown myself, and fell
all those steps. The doctor has always said that if I hadn't held him
up he would have been killed, and "
"Confound the doctor! You got around him with your soft ways the
same way you did me before I knew what a fool you were. Besides, it
would be better for Jack if he were dead. It makes me sick to see him
hobbling about. Anyhow, the fact remains that you were supposed to be
taking care of him and let him fall. I notice other mothers seem to be
able to avoid those little accidents."
He walked into the study, kicking viciously at Belle's pail and
partly over-turning it, so that the water ran out on the carpet. As the
door slammed the scrubwoman looked apprehensively at Mrs. Smithers, who
returned the look sadly.
"Belle, you know I've always been good to you."
The workwoman brightened at the words and answered fervently, in a
hoarse, cracked voice: "Yes, ma'am, Lord knows I know."
Her mistress continued seriously, as though speaking to a naughty
child: "There's one thing, though, I can't allow. You must not speak to
me as you did just now, or I can never have you here again."
The shapeless body of the other drooped humbly under the reproof.
"Just as you say, ma'am. I couldn't help myself that time, but I won't
never again. I couldn't live if I had to quit workin' for you. I'm
scrubbin' here in the house for less than I could git somewheres else
just so's I can git to see you. Why, ma'am Mrs. Smithers I'd go
through hell every day to see you!"
She flinched again at the deprecating hand of her mistress, and
hung her head, shamefaced, at the exhortation: "Oh, Belle, you
shouldn't use such language."
The pathos of the unlovely figure went to Alice's heart. "Never
mind this time, Belle. You do a great deal for me, too. I couldn't have
got along without you, a great many times, and it makes me very happy
to think that I'm not so weak that I can't help somebody a little."
The hard-featured face of the other suddenly broke into grotesque
lines of emotion. She spoke incoherently, sitting ungracefully on her
heels and wiping her eyes with the cleaning-cloth between her
sentences. "Oh, ma'am, it just busts me wide open to have you say I
help you. When a body's had all done for them you've done for me
keeping me at all! I know how I look and how rough I talk. There
isn't another lady in the world that would have me around, and with the
kids and all! And then to give me kind words and looks, and helpin' me
through with the typhoid, and goin' to that darned hospital to see me!
Not if I live to be a million, which Lord forbid! I couldn't never
forget how you looked when you came in the ward with all them flowers,
as though I was anybody, and standin' by me all that month when they
thought I'd swiped the silver. You're the only livin' soul as ever give
me a kind word since I can't remember. I never did anything but fight
anywheres else but here. It's just been hell every minute. I cud ha'
died like a dog and never knowed what it was to have anybody so much as
say oh, ma'am, Mrs. Smithers "
She paused, breathless, choked by emotion, unable to express
herself, but staring at her mistress, a look of doglike devotion in her
As Alice smiled sweetly at her with a wistful look of gratitude,
she came to herself, and began her work again, sniffing unpleasantly
and drawing the back of her hand across her nose from time to time.
She moved a picture which stood on the floor to another part of the
room, looking at it curiously and at Alice timidly, finally summing up
courage to say: "Would it be too darn much trouble, ma'am, to tell me
what this picture's about?"
"That? Oh, that's a glacier ice, you know, on top of a mountain
and two men are tied together with a rope. One of them has just
slipped into a great, deep hole, and he's getting out his knife to cut
the rope, so he won't drag the other man after him."
Belle seemed unconvinced. "But then he'll fall, won't he?"
Alice replied absently, looking at the picture of a child on the
mantel. "Yes, but the other man, his friend will be saved." She fell
into a reverie, from which she was recalled by the other's insistent
questioning: "What do the words underneath mean, please, ma'am?"
"I forget what they do call it. What are the words?"
Belle followed the letters with a gnarled forefinger and read
laboriously: "Greater love hath no man," and listened with a painful
face of endeavor to the explanation: "Oh, that's from the Bible, where
it says, 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his
life for his friend.' It means, you know, that "
THE door from the study opened, and she started eagerly toward her
husband. "Oh, Will, won't you tell me about Jack's foot now? Did he
hurt it badly?"
Smithers looked at her with a side-wise twist of his mouth and said
evenly: "I see your usual careful house-keeping in that large spot of
dirty water on the carpet."
Belle and Alice both faced him, amazed, and Alice cried
impulsively: "Why, Will, you upset the "
He cut her off with one of his blighting looks. "It's curious how I
am to blame for everything that happens. I don't suppose your peerless
beauty, there, is capable of getting me a bottle of beer, is she? As
usual, we are without any other servants. I dare say that I am also to
blame for your incapacity to keep any help in the house. It seems as
though, with all the money you have for service, you might be able to
keep somebody besides that harridan. I suppose the fact is you're
jealous of any one who doesn't resemble your old eyesore. Oh, don't
explain. You needn't be afraid I'd ever think you capable of such a
live flesh-and-blood sentiment. Milk and water can't burn." He
addressed himself threateningly to Belle: "Will you get some beer, or
She answered him sullenly: "The liquor man ain't sent the beer
The man's smoothness broke into an ugly cold fury. He advanced upon
his wife, so that she shrank into herself in terror. "Alice, your
incompetence is simply maddening! You know the doctor has ordered me to
drink beer. You seem actually to plan to thwart any measures for my
good. I'm not surprised that you show no interest in my health. Indeed,
I dare say you would be very glad if "
"Oh, no, Will!" shrieked his wife, in an agony of protest. "Don't!
I can't bear to hear you say such a dreadful thing!"
The sight of her agitation seemed to restore him to his usual cold
control of himself. He eyed her with a smile. "The extraordinary ease
with which your guilty imagination fills out my sentences is something
surprising, even to me used as I am to your affection for your
husband. I'm going out to the kitchen myself to see if I can't find a
bottle which your vigilant handmaid has sequestered for her own use."
In the moment of his absence the scrubwoman raised her gaunt frame
again in exhortation: "Oh, blame it all, ma'am if you would just
once just try it on!"
Alice hushed her, with a frantic fear of being overheard, and
turned to her husband, who entered the room with a bottle of beer,
which he opened with a deft strength and half emptied into a glass. The
two women followed his most trivial actions with a fascinated gaze. The
first draft seemed to relax him, for he leaned back in his chair,
wiping his beard and looking neutrally at his wife. "Have you heard
anything lately from Tom, Alice?" he asked.
Alice flushed up into a timid desire to please him in this brief
interlude of peace. "No, Will, not for a long time. How kind of you to
think of him! I long to hear from him so. I can't tell you! I think I
should almost die of happiness to see him again."
She drew away in a drooping submission under her husband's curt
"Oh, don't be sickening! Every time I try to have a little reasonable
conversation with you you turn my stomach. It's enough to drive any man
with a nerve in his body mad with irritation your fawning ways. I'm
sorry for myself! It's not my fault. Any woman with a spark of grit in
her you make me hate myself as well as you " He interrupted
himself sharply, pointing tensely into a corner of the room. "A mouse!
Alice, have you or have you not used that poison I got for you?"
"Oh, Will," she fluttered protestingly, "I'm so afraid to have it
around! I haven't seen any mice for a long time, and I thought traps
the children "
Smithers struck his hand heavily on the table, with a loud oath:
"Can't a man be safe from vermin in his own home because he has a fool
for a wife?"
He rushed out, and Belle again approached with her ignorant, vacant
look of curiosity. "Why are you so afraid of that stuff, ma'am?"
Mrs. Smithers shuddered. "Oh, Belle, it's poison deadly poison
and the least little drop of it in anything we eat would kill us.
And when the children are here "
Their whispered colloquy was interrupted by Smithers's entrance,
bearing a small bottle, which he placed on the mantelpiece in a
complete and significant silence. As he seated himself he said coldly:
"I hope I shall not have to wait until we are attacked in our beds by
the rats before you decide to be reasonable." He fixed his pale eyes on
her. "Alice, this is as good a time as ever to tell you that I have
decided to send Jack to school a military school in Wisconsin."
Belle uttered a loud exclamation at this, which was lost in the
high hysterical wail of Mrs. Smithers's voice, "Will, I don't want to
seem to doubt your judgment, but I really know more about Jack's health
than you can, and I know he can't live without the most anxious care. A
military school why, he's lame! And so far away! And Jack is only
nine a baby a baby!"
She flung herself upon him, kneeling with imploring hands and
awaiting his answer in a breathless suspense. He waited a long time
before speaking, and then finished his glass of beer and set it down
carefully. "Quite what I expected just the silly exhibition of
yourself that I am used to. And you expect me to leave my children to
be brought up by an hysterical idiot like that! I had not finally
decided, but I do so now, that the other two would be better in a sane
and reasonable atmosphere, which unfortunately, owing to my choice of a
wife, I cannot give them in my own house. Elsie and Harry, as soon as
they come home from the country, shall go abroad under the charge of a
His wife's face did not change at all. She slipped slowly to the
floor in an unconscious heap, and her face did not alter from its
expression of stupefied horror.
THE scrubwoman darted to her mistress and knelt by her in a passion
of anxiety. When Smithers put her roughly on one side and gathered his
wife's body into his arms she scratched and struck at him like a cat,
with an incoherent burst of objurgation. The man paid no attention to
her, carrying his wife down the long hall with an easy strength and
disappearing for a moment into a side room.
Belle was still on her knees, a squat figure of hatred, when he
emerged again, closed the door after him, and came back down the hall
whistling "The Campbells Are Coming." At the entrance to the parlor he
looked at her in complete silence till she cringed abjectly. At this he
smiled, and said in a tone of finality: "That will be enough from you,
Belle. One more such incident and I'll have you dismissed from the
apartment and the building. Do you understand?"
She nodded faintly, and started up in a servile haste to answer the
door-bell, bringing back a letter which she placed on Mrs. Smithers's
desk, saying significantly: "It's for your wife, Mr. Smithers."
He cast her a sidelong look of contemptuous warning and opened the
letter with a swift deftness, reading it aloud in an inarticulate
mumble, which at times rose into a clear note of scornful emphasis.
"Dear little sister unexpectedly find we're ordered for
stopping a day in New York hope you can get down to the vessel
you'll need to start as soon as you get this, for we are to hope you
can manage it, for it will be the last chance in two years!"
The last sentence he read quite distinctly, in a tone of triumph,
and gave a short laugh as he tore the letter in two.
At the sound, the scrubwoman sprang toward him, her face convulsed.
"Don't you dare tear up that letter from her brother! I'll I'll
" She struggled to wrest it away in an animal-like frenzy. He struck
her from him with a blow so powerful that she reeled to the other side
of the room, but, although the action was violent, he did not lose his
uncanny smoothness, and held her distant from him and impotently
speechless by his cold eye.
"I said, Belle, that another time I would lose my patience with
you. That has happened. When you finish your work in this room you will
leave the apartment, and you will not come back either here or to
the building." He cut short her paroxysm of horror with a gesture so
fierce that she cowered like a whipped dog. "Not a word from you," he
said; "I've heard enough. I'm going into the study now, and when I come
out I expect you to be gone. And don't dare go near your mistress."
He crossed the room with his graceful, vigorous step, paused at the
door, said in his ordinary tone, "Bring me in the rest of that beer,
will you," opened the door, and closed it with a resolute jerk back of
The movement jarred a picture standing on the floor near the door,
and it fell down with a splintering crash of broken glass, which turned
the scrubwoman's eye in that direction. There was a moment's silence,
and then, without rising from her crouching position, she crept across
the floor to where it lay and looked at it dully, making no movement to
set it up.
And then suddenly she rose staggering to her feet, rushed heavily
to the mantel, and seized the bottle which stood there. With a sort of
insane and extravagant haste she emptied its contents and the beer into
a glass at the same moment, and reeled across the room to the study,
knocking on the door with a hand hysterically shaking. Smithers's hand
appeared, took the glass, and the door was again shut. The scrubwoman
leaned against the wall with her eyes closed until the sound of a heavy
fall was heard from the other room. She recoiled from the wall at this
and walked blindly and aimlessly about the room.
A sound of deep groans came through the closed door. The scrubwoman
hastened to the entrance into the hall and drew over it a heavy
"Help! Help!" called Smithers's voice faintly. "Help! I'm
The scrubwoman began taking the scraps of the torn letter out of
the waste-paper basket and laying them carefully on Mrs. Smithers's
There was a confused sound of struggle and the crash of an
overturned chair. The scrubwoman lifted up the broken picture and put
it on the table, standing by it and absently smoothing out a place in
the paper torn by the splintered glass.
"Oh, help!" came in a choking gasp from beyond the closed door, and
then in a supreme effort, "Alice!"
At the sound of the name the scrubwoman smiled for the first time
and stood listening intently.
There was a profound silence. She waited, and then walked softly
across the floor to where Mrs. Smithers's shawl was lying across a
chair. Still smiling, she held this to her face in a passion of
tenderness. "Oh, the poor, dear, good-for-nothing lady!" she said.