His Little World: The Story of Hunch BadeauMerwin, Samuel
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His Little World: The Story of Hunch Badeau
Merwin, Samuel
Great Lakes (North America) -- Fiction; Love stories; Schooners -- Fiction; Ship captains -- Fiction
Hunch did not work at all that afternoon. He went to the wharf and
watched the men at work on the foundation of the new grain elevator.
Once he started back uptown, thinking that he might find Bruce at
Herve's saloon. He got as far as the planing mill, and stopped,
wondering what he could say to Bruce if he should meet him. Then he went
back to the wharf. After supper he walked rapidly out to the eastern
limits of the town, where the pavement ends and the yellow sand begins.
He had forgotten about Jess and the dance. He went back to Herve's
and looked in at the door. Bruce was sitting at one of the rear tables
playing poker with some of the elevator men. Hunch stepped back and
stood outside on the corner. For the first time since he had known Bruce
he felt like leaving him to go to the bad. He wanted to do something
himself that would make Mamie's life easier.
He suddenly turned and walked out to Bruce's house. He was excited when
he knocked on the door. He heard some one say, “Come in;” then he was
inside the door with his hat in his hands. Mamie was sitting by the
cradle rocking it with her foot.
“How d'ye do, Mis' Considine. Is Bruce home?”
“No, he's gone to the doctor's. Won't you sit down?”
“Thanks, I dunno. Bruce, he ain't been very well lately, has he?”
“Why, yes.”
“I heard he wasn't. I been kind of worried about him. Say, it ain't
none of my business, but he was my man for a good while, and if he ain't
doing the right thing by you, why, I want to know it, and I'll learn him
he can't cut no monkey shines----”
Mamie had stopped rocking and was looking at him.
“Mebbe I ain't got much to say about him now--I dunno's I have anything
to say, but--there's some things a man can't do, and----”
“What do you mean?”
“I dunno just what I mean--I know Bruce, and I've heard that he ain't
doing the square thing.”
“I don't understand.”
“I hear he's hit you, and I just wanted you to know I ain't been your
friend and his friend for nothing----” Hunch was talking fast and
wildly, “and he's got to answer to me if he's doing anything like that.”
Mamie was on her feet now. Her eyes were flashing.
“Is this the way you talk about your friends? And a man who's been as
kind to you as Bruce has?”
“Bruce----?”
“Why don't you come when he's here? Why don't you wait and talk to him?”
Hunch sat still, looking at her. He had nothing to say.
“Why don't you go away? What makes you talk like this? Don't you
understand that he's my husband?”
Hunch moved toward the door.
“Yes,” he said, “he's your husband.” The meaning of that word seemed to
be coming slowly into his mind.
“I'll tell you,” he said, with one hand on the door-knob, “I guess I
made a mistake. I----”
“Yes, you have made a mistake.” She followed him toward the door. “Bruce
has never said anything mean about you. But I know where he was the
other night when he took care of you. And he wouldn't have told me if I
hadn't almost made him. And now you----”
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