Three Lives: Stories of The Good Anna, Melanctha and The Gentle LenaStein, Gertrude
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Three Lives: Stories of The Good Anna, Melanctha and The Gentle Lena
Stein, Gertrude
Working class women -- Fiction
Jeff never knew how it had come to happen to him, but now he never
thought to go to see Melanctha Herbert, until he had before, asked
her if she could be going to have time then to have him with her. Then
Melanctha would think a little, and then she would say to him, "Let me
see Jeff, to-morrow, you was just saying to me. I certainly am awful
busy you know Jeff just now. It certainly does seem to me this week
Jeff, I can't anyways fix it. Sure I want to see you soon Jeff. I
certainly Jeff got to do a little more now, I been giving so much
time, when I had no business, just to be with you when you asked me.
Now I guess Jeff, I certainly can't see you no more this week Jeff,
the way I got to do things." "All right Melanctha," Jeff would answer
and he would be very angry. "I want to come only just certainly as
you want me now Melanctha." "Now Jeff you know I certainly can't be
neglecting always to be with everybody just to see you. You come see
me next week Tuesday Jeff, you hear me. I don't think Jeff I certainly
be so busy, Tuesday." Jeff Campbell would then go away and leave her,
and he would be hurt and very angry, for it was hard for a man with a
great pride in himself, like Jeff Campbell, to feel himself no better
than a beggar. And yet he always came as she said he should, on the
day she had fixed for him, and always Jeff Campbell was not sure
yet that he really understood what it was Melanctha wanted. Always
Melanctha said to him, yes she loved him, sure he knew that. Always
Melanctha said to him, she certainly did love him just the same as
always, only sure he knew now she certainly did seem to be right busy
with all she certainly now had to be doing.
Jeff never knew what Melanctha had to do now, that made her always
be so busy, but Jeff Campbell never cared to ask Melanctha such a
question. Besides Jeff knew Melanctha Herbert would never, in such a
matter, give him any kind of a real answer. Jeff did not know whether
it was that Melanctha did not know how to give a simple answer. And
then how could he, Jeff, know what was important to her. Jeff Campbell
always felt strongly in him, he had no right to interfere with
Melanctha in any practical kind of a matter. There they had always,
never asked each other any kind of question. There they had felt
always in each other, not any right to take care of one another. And
Jeff Campbell now felt less than he had ever, any right to claim to
know what Melanctha thought it right that she should do in any of her
ways of living. All Jeff felt a right in himself to question, was her
loving.
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