Ex-convicts -- Fiction; Love stories; New York (N.Y.) -- Social conditions -- Fiction; Self-sacrifice -- Fiction
"Them palms made little holes, with settees inside, that the women could
rope you into. Cosy and invitin'--oh, sure! And about how many unmarried
females in the bunch d'you think missed tryin' to lead me in? Nary a
blamed one! But I was wise to their little game, and I says to myself,
'None o' them palms for mine.'
"I balked every time they led me that way--till that last dance with
Carrie Becker. I was prancin' along with her in my arms, comfortable and
thinkin' nothin' about danger, when she says her shoe's untied and won't
I fasten it. I'll bet my hat she undone it herself, and on purpose!
Well, in I went behind her, doubled myself up and fastened her shoe. I
held out my arm to her, but she said she was out o' breath and didn't I
want to rest a minute, and she throwed me up a smile. You know she's got
a real smile, even if it has been workin' forty years. Right there's
where I ought t've run, but I didn't. I set down.
"The window was open, and outside was a new moon. Well, she leaned over
close to me--you know how they do it!--and began to talk about that
moon. It looked like a piece o' pie-crust a man leaves on his plate. I
knew it was time for me to be movin', and I started up good and quick.
But just then her hand happened to fall on mine--accident, oh,
sure!--and what d'you think I done? Did I run? No. I'm a fool. I set
down. And it was good-bye for me.
"When a woman gets hold o' my hand she's got hold o' my rudder, and she
can steer me just about where she likes. Outside was the moon, there
behind them palms playin' goo-goo music was the orchestra, and there
beside me a little closer'n before was Carrie Becker. Well, I ain't no
wooden man, you know; I like the ladies. I began to get dizzy. I think I
enjoyed it. Yes, while it lasted I enjoyed it.
"She said a few things to me, and I said a few things to her--and pretty
soon there she was, tellin' me how unpleasant it was livin' with her
brother's family. I was plumb gone by that time. 'Why don't you get
married?' I asked her. Oh, yes, I was squeezin' her hand all right.
'Nobody'll have me,' she said. 'Oh, yes,' I said, and I named half a
dozen. 'But I don't care for any o' them--I only care for one man,' she
said. I asked who. She give me that smile o' hers again and said, 'You.'
"I was dizzy, you know--way up in the air, floatin' on clouds, and--oh,
well, I asked her! I ain't goin' to deny that. I asked her! And you can
bet she didn't lose no time sayin' yes and fallin' on my shirt-front. As
for me--well, friend, I won't go into no details, but I done what was
proper to the occasion. And I enjoyed it. Yes, while it lasted I enjoyed
it.
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