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On one occasion when she paid her rent, Mrs. Gunther detained her for a moment in chat. The subject of their conversation was the iniquity of a little servant whom she had employed.
āThe girl was fourteen and I paid her three dollars a week to work for me, sleeping at home, of course. It was a great help to her familyā āpoor Irish and very shiftless. Anyway, one morning I caught her on the front porch (Iād sent her out to shake a duster) dancing to the music of a street piano, and what do you thinkā āshe didnāt have any pants on. I had her brought up before the childrenās court for misconduct and she was put on probation. Any more looseness and she goes right off to a reform school.ā
āPants!ā June thought, with disgust. What an idiotic word, especially when you considered the disastrous consequences. She might have said ādrawers,ā but then, nobody wore drawers nowadays. Itās envelope chemises, teddy bears, bloomers or more elaborate stillā āpettibockers. On the East Sideā āfrom what June saw of the children, they didnāt wear anything. And the little maidservant was only fourteen.
Yes, āpantsā was just what a Mrs. Gunther would say. She couldnāt have said anything else.
The conversation left a disagreeable impression on Juneās mind and was increased the next week when her landlady informed her that she had just had the tobacco store on the corner closed because she was sure that it was the hangout of gangsters.
But the reform tendencies on the part of her landlady didnāt linger long in Juneās mind, unfortunately, and when, two months later, she was confined to her room with the grippe, she didnāt hesitate to telephone Ivan (who by that time had become her close friend) to drop in after work and bring her cough medicine, lemons and some whiskey. She had been in bed for two days, only dragging herself out twice to get some milk toast at a nearby bakery. Mrs. Gunther had not been near her.
According to Juneās instructions, Ivan whistled āPoor Butterflyā as he came along the silent street, in order that he would not have to ring the front doorbell. June kept her window open and soon after one oāclock slipped down to the door to let him in.
āHell of a place for you to be sick in,ā he grumbled as he deposited lemons, oranges, whiskey and cough medicine on the table by the side of Juneās bed. āWhy in the world donāt you move up to Eighth Street where the rest of us live?ā
She liked the piquancy of an Episcopalian parish house in a Jewish neighborhood, she said, and she liked the ancient odor of her surroundings. She liked the sound of the organ on Sunday mornings and she liked to feel solitary. She wouldnāt move.
She hadnāt told her mother she was sick for fear she would visit her and display the same distaste for her surroundings which Ivan had. She didnāt want Ellen or Billy near her, because Ellen would talk chastity and Billy would talk about men. She was enjoying being sickā āhaving a great reading-fest and sheād probably be able to come to work in a day or so. So he might as well join her in having a hot toddy and tell her all the gossip of the office.
The paper was getting along the same as usual. Mr. Bright was still insisting on giving a lot of space to the A.F. of L. and the Board of Control continued to row about it. Ivan himself favored the Amalgamated Clothing workers and every time he gave a column to them Mr. Bright rowed. It was a three sided feud and probably the latter would have to give up his job. On the whole the socialist board was more hostile to the A.F. of L. than they were to the Amalgamated. The very fact that the latter union was fighting the American Federation inclined them to look with more latitude on the clothing workers. It was a mixed-up affair and the more they bickered, the less faith Ivan had in the working classes.
Chester had found some more evidence and was going to start proceedings for a divorce. But then heād been doing that for a long time. Vic had left the paper for higher pay on a Connecticut sheet. Benny Leonard had contributed largely to the Clarion bond issue. June was to take Benny as an assignment next week and have lunch with him. A good story for the sporting pageā āthe class-conscious prize fighter.
Emil had left the paper for a job on a magazine as reader. They had two new men, not much good.
Several more pacifist meetings had been raided and there was talk of declaring war on April first.
He (Ivan) had brought her an article on Maxim Gorky to read and he had written two poems. He read them to her. They would appear in the Guillotine tomorrow. What was the book he had brought with him? Gosta Berling. It was marvelousā āa masterpiece. That woman certainly could write. Nobody could equal the Scandinavians these days. Wait, he would read a chapter or so to her.
And so the night wore on.
At seven Ivan left her and brought in a huge cup of hot milk and six slices of thin buttered toast from a nearby bakery and when she had assured him that he had saved her from the complications of boredom, pneumonia and slow starvation, he left her to sleep. Which she did all that day.
That night she was able to show up at the office to assist in rewrite work although Ivan refused to send her out on any assignment.
The next noon the blow fell. She had just stepped out of a cold tub and was leisurely dressing when a tap came at the door and Mother Grace came in.
āWell, my dear, Iāve come to your rescue.ā
āHow in the world did you know that Iāve been sick? Did Ivan call you up? I told him
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