City and town life -- Fiction; Immigrants -- Fiction; Poor -- Fiction; Short stories, American; Slums -- Fiction
"If anybody's got a lease on you, Mrs. Kaufman, I--I want it! I want it!
That's the kind of a lease would suit me. To be leased to you for always,
the rest of your life!"
She could not follow him down the vista of fancy, but stood interrogating
him with her heartbeats at her throat. "Mr. Vetsburg, if he puts on the
doors and hinges and new plumbing in--."
"I'm a plain man, Mrs. Kaufman, without much to offer a woman what can give
out her heart's blood like it was so much water. But all these years I been
waiting, Mrs. Kaufman, to bust out, until--till things got riper. I know
with a woman like you, whose own happiness always is last, that first your
girl must be fixed--."
"She's a young girl, Mr. Vetsburg. You--you mustn't depend--. If I had my
say--."
"He's a fine fellow, Mrs. Kaufman. With his uncle to help 'em, they got,
let me tell you, a better start as most young ones!"
She rose, holding on to the desk.
"I--I--" she said. "What?"
"Lena," he uttered, very softly.
"Lena, Mr. Vetsburg?"
"It 'ain't been easy, Lenie, these years while she was only growing up, to
keep off my lips that name. A name just like a leaf off a rose. Lena!" he
reiterated and advanced.
Comprehension came quietly and dawning like a morning.
"I--I--. Mr. Vetsburg, you must excuse me," she said, and sat down
suddenly.
He crossed to the little desk and bent low over her chair, his hand not on
her shoulder, but at the knob of her chair. His voice had a swift rehearsed
quality.
"Maybe to-morrow, if you didn't back out, it would sound finer by the
ocean, Lenie, but it don't need the ocean a man should tell a woman when
she's the first and the finest woman in the world. Does it, Lenie?"
"I--I thought Ruby. She--"
"He's a good boy, Leo is, Lenie. A good boy what can be good to a woman
like his father before him. Good enough even for a fine girl like our Ruby,
Lenie--_our_ Ruby!"
"_Gott im Himmel_! then you--"
"Wide awake, too. With a start like I can give him in my business, you
'ain't got to worry Ruby 'ain't fixed herself with the man what she
chooses. To-morrow at Atlantic City all fixed I had it I should tell--"
"You!" she said, turning around in her chair to face him. "You--all along
you been fixing--"
He turned sheepish. "Ain't it fair, Lenie, in love and war and business a
man has got to scheme for what he wants out of life? Long enough it took
she should grow up. I knew all along once those two, each so full of life
and being young, got together it was natural what should happen. Mrs.
Kaufman! Lenie! Lenie!"
Prom two flights up, in through the open door and well above the harsh
sound of scrubbing, a voice curled down through the hallways and in. "Mrs.
Kaufman, ice-water--ple-ase!"
"Lenie," he said, his singing, tingling fingers closing over her wrist.
"Mrs. Kauf-man, ice-water, pl--"
With her free arm she reached and slammed the door, let her cheek lie to
the back of his hand, and closed her eyes.
IV
HERS _NOT_ TO REASON WHY
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