JENNIE GERHARDT. Theodore Dreiser

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      Jennie passed in, momentarily expecting some compliment upon the promptitude with which the washing had been done. The Senator never noticed it at all.

      “Well, my young lady,” he said when she had put the bundle down, “how do you find yourself this evening?”

      “Very well,” replied Jennie. “We thought we’d better bring your clothes today instead of Monday.”

      “Oh, that would not have made any difference,” replied Brander lightly. “Just leave them on the chair.”

      Jennie, without considering the fact that she had been offered no payment for the service rendered, was about to retire, had not the Senator detained her.

      “How is your mother?” he asked pleasantly.

      “She’s very well,” said Jennie simply.

      “And your little sister? Is she any better?”

      “The doctor thinks so,” she replied.

      “Sit down,” he continued graciously. “I want to talk to you.”

      Moving to a near-by chair, the young girl seated herself.

      “Hem!” he went on, clearing his throat lightly. “What seems to be the matter with her?”

      “She has the measles,” returned Jennie. “We thought once that she was going to die.”

      Brander studied her face as she said this, and he thought he saw something exceedingly pathetic there. The girl’s poor clothes and her wondering admiration for his exalted station in life affected him. It made him feel almost ashamed of the comfort and luxury that surrounded him. How high up he was in the world, indeed!

      “I am glad she is better now,” he said kindly. “How old is your father?”

      “Fifty-seven.”

      “And is he any better?”

      “Oh yes, sir; he’s around now, although he can’t go out just yet.”

      “I believe your mother said he was a glass-blower by trade?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      Brander well knew the depressed local conditions in this branch of manufacture. It had been part of the political issue in the last campaign. They must be in a bad way truly.

      “Do all of the children go to school?” he inquired.

      “Why, yes, sir,” returned Jennie, stammering. She was too shamefaced to own that one of the children had been obliged to leave school for the lack of shoes. The utterance of the falsehood troubled her.

      He reflected awhile; then realising that he had no good excuse for further detaining her, he arose and came over to her. From his pocket he took a thin layer of bills, and removing one, handed it to her.

      “You take that,” he said, “and tell your mother that I said she should use it for whatever she wants.”

      Jennie accepted the money with mingled feelings; it did not occur to her to look and see how much it was. The great man was so near her, the wonderful chamber in which he dwelt so impressive, that she scarcely realised what she was doing.

      “Thank you,” she said. “Is there any day you want your washing called for?” she added.

      “Oh yes,” he answered; “Monday — Monday evenings.”

      She went away, and in a half reverie he closed the door behind her. The interest that he felt in these people was unusual. Poverty and beauty certainly made up an affecting combination. He sat down in his chair and gave himself over to the pleasant speculations which her coming had aroused. Why should he not help them?

      “I’ll find out where they live,” he finally resolved.

      In the days that followed Jennie regularly came for the clothes. Senator Brander found himself more and more interested in her, and in time he managed to remove from her mind that timidity and fear which had made her feel uncomfortable in his presence. One thing which helped toward this was his calling her by her first name. This began with her third visit, and thereafter he used it with almost unconscious frequency.

      It could scarcely be said that he did this in a fatherly spirit, for he had little of that attitude toward any one. He felt exceedingly young as he talked to this girl, and he often wondered whether it were not possible for her to perceive and appreciate him on his youthful side.

      As for Jennie, she was immensely taken with the comfort and luxury surrounding this man, and subconsciously with the man himself, the most attractive she had ever known. Everything he had was fine, everything he did was gentle, distinguished, and considerate. From some far source, perhaps some old German ancestors, she had inherited an understanding and appreciation of all this. Life ought to be lived as he lived it; the privilege of being generous particularly appealed to her.

      Part of her attitude was due to that of her mother, in whose mind sympathy was always a more potent factor than reason. For instance, when she brought to her the ten dollars Mrs. Gerhardt was transported with joy.

      “Oh,” said Jennie, “I didn’t know until I got outside that it was so much. He said I should give it to you.”

      Mrs. Gerhardt took it, and holding it loosely in her folded hands, saw distinctly before her the tall Senator with his fine manners.

      “What a fine man he is!” she said. “He has a good heart.”

      Frequently throughout the evening and the next day Mrs. Gerhardt commented upon this wonderful treasure-trove, repeating again and again how good he must be or how large must be his heart. When it came to washing his clothes she almost rubbed them to pieces, feeling that whatever she did she could scarcely do enough. Gerhardt was not to know. He had such stern views about accepting money without earning it that even in their distress, she would have experienced some difficulty in getting him to take it. Consequently she said nothing, but used it to buy bread and meat, and going as it did such a little way, the sudden windfall was never noticed.

      Jennie from now on, reflected this attitude toward the Senator, and, feeling so grateful toward him, she began to talk more freely. They came to be on such good terms that he gave her a little leather picture-case from his dresser which he had observed her admiring. Every time she came he found excuse to detain her, and soon discovered that, for all her soft girlishness, there lay deep-seated in her a conscious deprecation of poverty and a shame of having to own any need. He honestly admired her for this, and, seeing that her clothes were poor and her shoes worn, he began to wonder how he could help her without offending.

      Not infrequently he thought to follow her some evening, and see for himself what the condition of the family might be. He was a United States Senator, however. The neighbourhood they lived in must be very poor. He stopped to consider, and for the time the counsels of prudence prevailed. Consequently the contemplated visit was put off.

      Early in December, Senator Brander returned to Washington for three weeks, and both Mrs. Gerhardt and Jennie were surprised to learn one day that he had gone. Never had he given them less than two dollars a week for his washing, and several times it had been СКАЧАТЬ