Sister Carrie / Сестра Кэрри. Книга для чтения на английском языке. Теодор Драйзер

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      “Who is it you wish to see?” he asked.

      “I want to see the manager,” she said.

      He ran away and spoke to one of a group of three men who were conferring together. One of these came towards her.

      “Well?” he said coldly. The greeting drove all courage from her at once.

      “Do you need any help?” she stammered.

      “No,” he replied abruptly, and turned upon his heel.

      She went foolishly out, the office boy deferentially swinging the door for her, and gladly sank into the obscuring crowd. It was a severe setback to her recently pleased mental state.

      High noon came, and with it hunger. She hunted out unassuming restaurant and entered, but was disturbed to find the prices were exorbitant for the size of her purse. A bowl of soup was all that she could afford, and with this quickly eaten, she went out again. It restored her strength somewhat and made her moderately bold to pursue the search.

      In walking a few blocks to fix upon some probable place, she again encountered the firm of Storm and King, and this time managed to get in. Some gentlemen were conferring close at hand, but took no notice of her. She was left standing, gazing nervously upon the floor. When the limit of her distress had been nearly reached, she was beckoned to by a man at one of the many desks within the nearby railing.

      “Who is it you wish to see?” he inquired.

      “Why, any one, if you please,” she answered. “I am looking for something to do.”

      “Oh, you want to see Mr. McManus,” he returned. “Sit down,” and he pointed to a chair against the neighboring wall. He went on leisurely writing, until after a time a short, stout gentlemen came in from the street.

      “Mr. McManus,” called the man at the desk, “this young women wants to see you”

      The short gentlemen turned about towards Carrie, and she rose and came forward.

      “What can I do for you, miss?” he inquired, surveying her curiously.

      “I want to know if I can get a position,” she inquired.

      “As what?” he asked.

      “Not as anything in particular,” she faltered.

      “Have you ever had any experience in the wholesale dry goods business?” he questioned.

      “No, sir,” she replied.

      “Are you a stenographer or typewriter?”

      “No, sir.”

      “Well, we haven’t anything here,” he said. “We employ only experienced help.”

      She began to step backward toward the door, when something about her plaintive face attracted him.

      “Have you ever worked at anything before?” he inquired.

      “No, sir,” she said.

      “Well, now, it’s hardly possible that you would get anything to do in a wholesale house of this kind. Have you tried the department stores?”

      She acknowledged that she had not.

      “Well, if I were you,” he said, looking at her rather genially, “I would try the department stores. They often need young women as clerks.”

      “Thank you,” she said, her whole nature relieved by this spark of friendly interest.

      “Yes,” he said, as she moved toward the door, “you try the department stores,” and off he went.

      At the time the department store was in its earliest form of successful operation, and there were not many The first three in the United States, established about 1884, were in Chicago. Carrie was familiar with the names of several through the advertisements in the “Daily News,” and now proceeded to seek them. The words of Mr. McManus had somehow managed to restore her courage, which had fallen low, and she dared to hope that this new line would offer her something. Sometime she spent in wandering up and down, thinking to encounter the buildings by chance, so readily is the mind, bent upon prosecuting a hard but needful errand, eased by that self-deception which the semblance of search, without the reality, gives. At last she inquired of a police officer, and was directed to proceed “two blocks up,” where she would find “The Fair.”

      On the second floor were the managerial offices, to which, after some inquiry, she was now directed. There she found other girls ahead of her, applicants like herself. but with more of that self-satisfied and independent air which experience of the city lends; girls who scrutinized her in a painful manner. After a wait of perhaps three quarters of an hour, she was called in turn.

      “Now,” said a sharp, quick-mannered Jew, who was sitting at a roll-top desk near the windows, “have you even worked in any other store?”

      “No, sir,” said Carrie.

      “Oh, you haven’t,” he said, eyeing her keenly.

      “No, sir,” she replied.

      “Well, we prefer young women just now with some experience. I guess we can’t use you.”

      Carrie stood waiting a moment, hardly certain whether the interview had terminated.

      “Don’t wait!” he exclaimed. “Remember we are very busy here.”

      Carrie began to move quickly to the door.

      “Hold on,” he said, calling her back. “Give me your name and address. We want girls occasionally.”

      When she had gotten safely into the street, she could scarcely restrain the tears. It was not so much the particular rebuff which she had just experienced, but the whole abashing trend of the day. She was tried and nervous. She abandoned the thought of appealing to the other department stores and now wandered on, feeling a certain safety and relief in mingling with the crowd.

      In her indifferent wandering she turned into Jackson Street, nor far from the river, and was keeping her way along the south side of that imposing thoroughfare, when a piece of wrapping paper, written on with marking ink and tacked up on the door, attracted her attention. It read, “Girls wanted wrappers & stitchers”. She hesitated a moment, then entered.

      The firm of Speigelheim & Co, makers of boys’ caps, occupied one floor of the building, fifty feet in width and some eighty feet in depth. It was a place rather dingily lighted, the darkest portions having incandescent lights, filled with machines and work benches. At the latter labored quite a company of girls and some men. The former were drabby-looking creatures, stained in face with oil and dust, clad in thin, shapeless, cotton dresses and shod with more or less worn shoes.

      Carrie looked about her, very much disturbed and quite sure that she did not want to work here. Aside from making her uncomfortable by sidelong glances, no one paid her the least attention. She waited until the whole department was aware of her presence. Then some word was sent around, and a foreman, in an apron and shirt sleeves, the latter rolled up to his shoulders, approached.

      “Do you want to see me?” he asked.

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