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And then, when he was able to use his hands, Jurgis took his bedding again and went back to his task of shifting rails. It was now April, and the snow had given place to cold rains, and the unpaved street in front of Anieleā€™s house was turned into a canal. Jurgis would have to wade through it to get home, and if it was late he might easily get stuck to his waist in the mire. But he did not mind this muchā ā€”it was a promise that summer was coming. Marija had now gotten a place as beef-trimmer in one of the smaller packing-plants; and he told himself that he had learned his lesson now, and would meet with no more accidentsā ā€”so that at last there was prospect of an end to their long agony. They could save money again, and when another winter came they would have a comfortable place; and the children would be off the streets and in school again, and they might set to work to nurse back into life their habits of decency and kindness. So once more Jurgis began to make plans and dream dreams.

And then one Saturday night he jumped off the car and started home, with the sun shining low under the edge of a bank of clouds that had been pouring floods of water into the mud-soaked street. There was a rainbow in the sky, and another in his breastā ā€”for he had thirty-six hoursā€™ rest before him, and a chance to see his family. Then suddenly he came in sight of the house, and noticed that there was a crowd before the door. He ran up the steps and pushed his way in, and saw Anieleā€™s kitchen crowded with excited women. It reminded him so vividly of the time when he had come home from jail and found Ona dying, that his heart almost stood still. ā€œWhatā€™s the matter?ā€ he cried.

A dead silence had fallen in the room, and he saw that everyone was staring at him. ā€œWhatā€™s the matter?ā€ he exclaimed again.

And then, up in the garret, he heard sounds of wailing, in Marijaā€™s voice. He started for the ladderā ā€”and Aniele seized him by the arm. ā€œNo, no!ā€ she exclaimed. ā€œDonā€™t go up there!ā€

ā€œWhat is it?ā€ he shouted.

And the old woman answered him weakly: ā€œItā€™s Antanas. Heā€™s dead. He was drowned out in the street!ā€

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Jurgis took the news in a peculiar way. He turned deadly pale, but he caught himself, and for half a minute stood in the middle of the room, clenching his hands tightly and setting his teeth. Then he pushed Aniele aside and strode into the next room and climbed the ladder.

In the corner was a blanket, with a form half showing beneath it; and beside it lay Elzbieta, whether crying or in a faint, Jurgis could not tell. Marija was pacing the room, screaming and wringing her hands. He clenched his hands tighter yet, and his voice was hard as he spoke.

ā€œHow did it happen?ā€ he asked.

Marija scarcely heard him in her agony. He repeated the question, louder and yet more harshly. ā€œHe fell off the sidewalk!ā€ she wailed. The sidewalk in front of the house was a platform made of half-rotten boards, about five feet above the level of the sunken street.

ā€œHow did he come to be there?ā€ he demanded.

ā€œHe wentā ā€”he went out to play,ā€ Marija sobbed, her voice choking her. ā€œWe couldnā€™t make him stay in. He must have got caught in the mud!ā€

ā€œAre you sure that he is dead?ā€ he demanded.

ā€œAi! ai!ā€ she wailed. ā€œYes; we had the doctor.ā€

Then Jurgis stood a few seconds, wavering. He did not shed a tear. He took one glance more at the blanket with the little form beneath it, and then turned suddenly to the ladder and climbed down again. A silence fell once more in the room as he entered. He went straight to the door, passed out, and started down the street.

When his wife had died, Jurgis made for the nearest saloon, but he did not do that now, though he had his weekā€™s wages in his pocket. He walked and walked, seeing nothing, splashing through mud and water. Later on he sat down upon a step and hid his face in his hands and for half an hour or so he did not move. Now and then he would whisper to himself: ā€œDead! Dead!ā€

Finally, he got up and walked on again. It was about sunset, and he went on and on until it was dark, when he was stopped by a railroad-crossing. The gates were down, and a long train of freight-cars was thundering by. He stood and watched it; and all at once a wild impulse seized him, a thought that had been lurking within him, unspoken, unrecognized, leaped into sudden life. He started down the track, and when he was past the gatekeeperā€™s shanty he sprang forward and swung himself on to one of the cars.

By and by the train stopped again, and Jurgis sprang down and ran under the car, and hid himself upon the truck. Here he sat, and when the train started again, he fought a battle with his soul. He gripped his hands and set his teeth togetherā ā€”he had not wept, and he would notā ā€”not a tear! It was past and over, and he was done with itā ā€”he would fling it off his shoulders, be free of it, the whole business, that night. It should go like a black, hateful nightmare, and in the morning he would be a new man. And every time that a thought of it assailed himā ā€”a tender memory, a trace of a tearā ā€”he rose up, cursing with rage, and pounded it down.

He was fighting for his life; he gnashed his teeth together in his desperation. He had been a fool, a fool! He had wasted his life, he had wrecked himself, with his accursed weakness; and now he was done with itā ā€”he would tear it out

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