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By BOOTH TARKINGTON
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CHAPTER XX Continued.
And if space itself can be haunted,
is haunted, then snmp tlm
nieuivi.T , ,
L v, ,.i the space that was Isabel's room
!caine to be made into the small bed
rooms and "kitchenettes" already de
tiori ns its destiny, that space might
more of the expenses than 1 would. ! "I lent Uncle George two hundred; I
&ne stared at him with such a for
lorn blankness as he had never seen.
"I'd be paying w she said feebly. Td
be paying "
"Certainly you would. You'd be
using more of your money than "
'My money !" Fanny's chin drooped
Kvell be haunted and the new occupants j up0n her thin chest and she laughed
icmw to feel at some seemingly i miserably. "I've got twenty-eight dol-
Vauseless ueprrs.siuu iiuug aooui n a iars. That's all."
Qraith of the passion that filled it
Wouchout tne iasr nignt mat ueorge
Pinafor spent there.
Whatever remnants of the old high
handed arrogance were still within
C hp did nenance for his deepest
sin that night and it may be that to
this day some impressionable, over-
hrorked woman m a "Kitcnenette,"
after turning out the light, will seem
to see a young man kneeling In the
"You mean until the interest is due
again?" 1 r
"I mean that's all," Fanny said. "I
mean that's all there is. There won't
be any more interest because there
isn't any principal."
"Why you told"
She shook her head. "No. I haven't
told you anything."
"Then It was Uncle . George. He
told me you had enough to fall back
gave fifty apiece to old Sam and those
two other bid darkies that worked for
grandfather so long, and ten to each
of the servants here " -
"And yon gave me thirty-six, she
said r thoughtfully, "for the first
month's rent, in advance."
"Did I? I'd forgotten. Well, with
about a" ihundred and , sixty In bank
and our. Expenses a hundred a month,
it doesn't seem, as if this new place
"Still," she interrupted, "we have
paid the first month's rent in advance,
and it does seem to be the most prac
tical" George rose. "See here, Aunt Fanny,"
darkness, .shaking convulsively, and, , on That.s just wnat he said: to fall
A J A 1 . Am
with arms outsireicnea mrougn ine
wall, clutching at the covers of a
shadowy bed. It may seem to her that
she hears the faint cry, over and over :
"Mother, forgive mer God, forgive
CHAPTER XXI. :
At least it may be claimed for
Georce that his last night in the house
where he had been born was not oc
cupied with his own disheartening fu-
He Did Penance for His Deepest Sin
tare, but with sorrow for what sac
rifices his pride and youth had . de
manded of others. And early in the
morning he came downstairs and tried
to help Fanny make coffee on the
kitchen range. -"There
was something I wanted to
ay to you last night. Aunt Fanny," he
back on." He said you'd lost more
than you should in the headlight com
pany, but he'd insisted that you should
hold out enough to live on, and you'd
very wisely followed his advice."
"I know," she said weakly. "I told
him so. He didn't know, or else he'd
forgotten how much Wilbur's insur
ance amounted to, and I oh, it seemed
such a sure way to make a real for
tune out of a little and I thought I
could do something for you, George,
If you ever came to need It and it all
looked so bright I just thought I'd put
it all in. I did every cent except my
last interest payment and it's gone."
"Good Lord!" George began to
pace up and down the worn planks of
the bare floor. "Why on earth did
you wait till now to tell such a thing
"I couldn't till I had to," she said
piteously. It wouldn't do any good
not any good on earth." She got out
her lace handkerchief and began , to
cry. "Nothing does any good, I. guess,
in this old world! Oh, how tired of
this old world I am ! I didn't know
what to do. I just tried to go ahead
and be as practical as I could, and ar
range some way for us to live. Oh,
I knew you didn't Want me, George!
I can see that much! You don't sup
pose I want tp thrust myself on you,
do you? It isn't very pleasant to be
thrusting yourself on a person you
know doesn't want you but I knew
you oughtn't to be left all alone in
the world ; It Isn't good. I knew your
mother'd want me to watch over you
and try to have something like a home
for you I knew she'd want me to do
what I tried to do!" Fanny's tears
were bitter now,: and her voice, hoarse
and wet, was tragically sincere. "Oh '
and now you don't want you want
you want to leave me In the lurch!
"Oh, my Lord!" He went to her
anl lifted her. "For God's sake get
up1! Come, let's take the coffee into
the other room and see what's to be
He got her to her feet; she leaned
upon him, already somewhat comfort
ed, and, with his arm about her, he
he said decisively. "You stay here and
look after the moving. Old Frank
doesnt expect me until afternoon,
this first day, but I'll go, and see him
... It was early, and old Frank,
just established at his big, flat-topped
desk, was surprised when his prospec
tive assistant and pupil walked in. He
was pleased, as well as surprised, how
ever,, and rose, offering a cordial old
hand.; "The real flare!" he said. "The
real flare for the law.' That's right!
Couldn't wait till afternoon to begin!
I'm delighted that you"
"I wanted to say" George began,
but his patron cut him off.
"Wait just a minute, my boy. I've
prepared a little speech of welcome,
and . even though you're five hours
ahead of time, I mean to deliver it.
First of all, your grandfather was my
old war comrade and my best client;
for years I prospered through my con
nection with his business, and1 his
grandson is welcome in my office and
to laugh at bis own embarrassment "I
suppose I'm about as ignorant of . busi
ness as anybody in the world," he said.
"But I've heard they pay very high
wages to people in dangerous trades;
I've always heard they did, and I'm
sure it must be true. I mean people
that handle touchy chemicals or high
explosives--nien in dynamite factories,
or who take things of that sort about
the country in wagons, and shoot oil
wells. I thought I'd see if you couldn't
tell me something -more about it, or
else introduce me to some one who
could, , and then I thought I'd see. if I
couldn't get something of the kind to
do as soon as possible. I wanted to
get started today if I could." v
Old Frank gave him a long stare. At
first this scrutiny was sharply incred
ulous ; then it was grave ; finally it de
veloped into a threat of overwhelming
laughter a forked vein in his fore
head became more visible and his eyes
seemed, about to protrude.
But he controlled his impulse; and,
rising, took up his hat "and overcoat.
"All right," he said. "If you'll prom
ise not to get blown up, I'll go with
you to see if we can find the job.
Then," meaning What he said, but
amazed that he did mean it, he added :
"You certainly are the most practical
young man I ever met !?
Ki0ryUDd beneath m the quiti dicmlte form m nei own udni
PrnnIS10HPhieS f 500 Most . S1 came seldom; this was but the
fhTL a,nd familIeS 111 thlrMime that year. and. when she did
Hn??t7t l tt C:ty- Ue George was ;not mentioned,
glanced at it absently, merely noticing 4 either by her hostess or by herself an
the title and subtitle, and wandered oddity contrived between the two
v,u 4 uicumo, inimung or other ; ladies without either of them realizing
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At other times Lucy's thoughts ox
George were anything but continuous,
and weeks w nt by when he was not
consciously her mind at all. Her
life was a busy one: she had the big
house "to keep up;" she had a garden
to keep up, too, a large and beautiful
! garden ; she represented her father as
the book. But he had thought of it
several times since with a faint, vague
uneasiness; and now when he entered
the lobby he walked directly into the
parlor where he had seen the book.
The room was empty, as it always was
on Sunday mornings, and the flamboy
ant volume was still upon the table
a n AT , : w:al ' a director for hall a dozen public char
fS,'5".fte.ttoitT orgUtoOM. and" did private
enlightenment of tenants and boarders.
He turned to the index where the
names of the five hundred Most Promi
nent Citizens and Families in the His
tory of the City were arranged in al
phabetical order, and ran his finger
down the column of A's: Abbett. Ab
bott, Abrams, Adams, Adams, Adler,
Akers, Albertsmeyer, Alexander, Allen,
Ambrose, Ambuhl, Anderson, Andrews,
Appenbasch, Archer, Arszman, Ash
craft, Austin, Avey.
George's eyes remained for some
time fixed on the thin space between
the names "Allen" and "Ambrose."
Then he closed the book quietly, and
They found the job. It needed an
apprenticeship of only six weeks, dur
lng wThich period George was to re
ceive fifteen dollars a week; , after
that he would get twenty-eight. This
settled the apartment question, and
Fanny was presently established in a
greater contentment than she had
known for a long time.
On Sunday mornings Fanny went to
church and George took long walks.
He explored the new city, and found
it hideous, especially in the early
spring, before the leaves of the shade
trees were out.
One of his Sunday walks, that
spring, he made into a sour pilgrimage.
It was a misty morning of belated
snow slush, and suited him to a per
fection of miserableness, as he stood
before the great dripping department
store which now occupied the big plot
went up to his own room, agreeing j y0n(jer
vm cwrauu uuy me way, 1 .
f V.of f tttoo i,afin tv,. ', iNO, .no!
charity work of her own, being a proxy
mother of several large families; and
she had "danced down," as she said,
groups from eight or nine classes of
new. graduates returned from the uni
versities, without marrying any of
them, but she still danced and still
did not marry.
Her father, observing this circum
stance happily, yet with some hypo
critical concern, spoke of it to her one
day as they stood In her garden. "1
suppose I'd. vnt to shoot him," he
said, with attentate lightness. "But I
mustn't be an old pig. I'd build you a
beautiful house close by just over
Misty wet and windy day outside.
The elevator boy noticed nothing un
usual about him and neither did Fanny,
when she came in from church with
her hat reined, an hour later. And yet
something had happened a thing
which, years ago, had been the eager
est hope of many, many good citizens
of the town. They had thought of it,
loncpd for it. hnninp1 rnl-1v tVmt thv
might live to see the day when it would day" Snglj surrendering her up
to my best efforts in his behalf. But I the Amberson hotel and the ' Ainberson
nam iu tuuiess, vxeurgie, uiai uurmg
your earlier youth I may have had
some slight feeling of well, prejudice,
not altogether in your favor ; but what
ever slight feeling it was, it began to
vanish on that afternoon, a good while
ago, when you stood up to your Aunt
Amelia" Amberson as you did in the
Major's library, and talked to her as a
man and a gentleman should. I saw
then What good stuff was In you and
I always wanted to mention it. I think
you'll ffind an honest pleasure now in
Industry' and frugality that wouldn't
have come to you in a more frivolous
career. The law is a jealous mistress
and a stern mistress, but a-
George had stood before him , in
great and increasing embarrassment;
and he was unable to allow the ad
dress to proceed to its conclusion.
"I can't do it!" he burst out.
can't take her for my mistress."
"I've come to tell you, I've got to
find something that's quicker,
Old Frank got a little red. "Let's sit
down," he said. "What's the trouble?'
Georgo told him.
The old gentleman listened sympa
thetically, only murmuring: "Well,
well !" from time to time, and nodding
"You see she's set her mind on this
conducted her to the dining room and . apartment," George explained. "She's
seated her in one of the two kitchen Qt ld cronies there and I guess
cnairs wmcn-nau ueen piaceti at uiw
That would, be like" ss
began impulsively; then checked her
self. George Amberson's comparison
of the Georgian house to the Amberson
mansion had come into her mind, and
she thought that another new house,
built close by for her, would .be like
the house the Major built for Isabel.
"Like what?" 7 .
"Nothing." She looked serious, and
when he reverted to his ilea of "ome
come to pass. And now- it had hap-1
pened at last : Georgle Minaf er had
got his come-upance.
He had got it three times filled and
running over. The city had rolled over
his heart, burying it under, as It rolled
over the Major's and burled.it under.
The city had rolled over the Amber
sons and buried them under to the last
vestige; and it mattered little that
George guessed easily enough that
most of the five hundred Most Promi
nent had paid something substantial
"to defray the cost of steel engraving,
etc." the Five Hundred had heaved
the final shovelful of soot upon that
heap of obscurity wherein the Amber
sonswere lost forever from sight and
history. "Quicksilver in a nest of
Georgle Mlnafer had got his come
upance, but the people who had so
longed for it were not there to see it,
and they never knew it. Those who
were still living had forgotten all
about it and all about him.
opera house. , From there he drifted to
the old "Amberson block," but this was
only a shadow. The old structure had
not been replaced, but a cavernous en-
tryway for trucks had been torn in its
front, and upon the cornice, where the
old separate metal letters had spelt
"Amberson block," there was a long
bill board sign: "Doogan Storage."
To spare himself, he went out Na
tional avenue and saw the piles of
slush-covered wreckage where the
Mansion and his mother's house
had been, and where the Major's ill-
fated five "new" houses had stood ; for
these were down, too, to make room
for the great tenement already shaped
in unending lines of foundation.
He turned away from the devastated
site, thinking bitterly that the only
Amberson mark still left upon the
town was the name of the boulevard
Amberson boulevard. But he had reck
oned without the city council of th3
new order, and by an unpleasant coin
cidence, while the thought was still
in his mind, his eyes fell upon a metal
oblong sign upon the lamp-post at the
corner. There were two of these little
signs upon the lamp-post, at an obtuse
angle to each other, one to give pass
ersby the name of National avenue,
tha other to acquaint them with Am-, had not told him, for she understood
berson boulevard. But the one upon j George well enough not to speak to
which should have been stenciled ; him of Eugene or Lucy. ' Nowadays
"Amberson boulevard" exhibited the;Fannv almost never saw either, of
words "Tenth street."
to a suitor, she invented a legend.
"Did you ever hear the Indian nam
for that little grove of beech trees 6a
the other side of the house?" sh
"No and you never did either!" h
"Don't be so sure ! I read a great
deal more than I used to getting
ready for my bookish days when I'll
have to do something solid In the eve
nings and won't be asked to dance any
more, even by the very youngest boys
who think it's a sporting event to
dance with- the oldest of the 'older
I girls.' The name of the grove wa
Loma-Nashah and it means 'They-Couldn't-Help-It.'
"Doesn't sound like it."
"Indian names don't. There was a
bad Indian chief lived In the grove be
fore the white settlers came. He was
the worst Indian that ever lived, and
his name was it was 'Vendonab,
That means 'Rides-Down-Every thing.'
"I see," said Eugene thoughtfully
He gave her a quick look and then.
vjeorge nau seen ruugeue ouiy uute i
since their calamitous encounter. They
street, downtown; each had been
aware that the other was aware of
him, and yet each kept his eyes
straight forward, and neither had
shown a perceptible alteration of coun
tenance. It seemed to George that he
felt emanating from the outwardly Im-
fixed his eyes upon the end of the
garden path. "Go on."
"Vendonah was an unspeakabU
case," Lucy continued. "He was so
proud-that he wore iron shoes, and he
walked over people's faces with them.
He was always killing people that,
way, and so at last the tribe decided
that it wasn't a good enough excus
for him that he was young and inex-
nprlonnod hoM Vltava tn cm Thor tnsilr
perturnable person, of his mother's old , bim dowQ '
; a canoe, and pushed him out from
I shore; and then they ran along the
I bank and wouldn't let him land, until
friend a hate that was like a hot wind.
At his mother's funeral and at the
Major's he had been conscious that
Eugene was there: though he had aft
erward no recollection of seeing him,
and, while certain of his presence, was
uncertain how he knew of it. Fanny
"Why whv " shp stnmmprpd? hnt
she knew-what he was going to say, I rouSh taWe- lhere! ne saia, -get
and that was why she had been more ' over itr Fanny's spirits revived ap
and more nervous. "Hadn't perhaps Pliably : she looked up with a plain-
-perhaps we'd better get the the , uve ese A " " ,V
things moved to the little new home ! fall clothes. George, she said;
tost, George. Let's" - I paId every bin 1 .owed. I don't
He interrupted quietly, though at
er phrase, nhe little new home," his
Pungent impulse was to utter one loud
shout and run. "It was about this new
Place that I wanted to speak. I've
een thinking ltjover and I've decided.
J want you to take all the things
from mother's room and nse them and
ep them for me, and I'm sure the
apartment will be just what you
I had bought all my
cent for clothes, George.'
"That's good," he said wanly, and he
had a moment of physical dizziness
that decided him to sit dpwn quickly.
For an instant it seemed to him that
he was not Fanny's nephew, but mar
ried to her. He passed his pale hand
over his paler forehead. "Well, let's
see where we stand," he said feebly.
"Let's see . if we can afford this place
Fanny continued to brighten. "I'm
?ure it's the most practical plan we
could possibly have worked out,
George and it is a comfort to be
( among nice people. I think we'll both
He stopped In amazement : no chair
been left in the kitchen, but
anny gave a despairing glance around
search of one, then sank ab
Ewland sat flat upon the floor,
nat on earth" George sprang
Aer. "Get up, Aunt Fanny!"
can't. I'm too weak. Let me
ne, George!" And as he released
e wrist he had seized to help her she
4 ered the dismal prophecy which for
ba Vhe had been matching against
hopes: "You're going to leave
wny no, Aunt Fanny!" he protest
or k flrst rd kftve been something
, - "uruen On VOU. I'm tn p-p oljrht
e; and with the extra bedroom prob
uy you could find some woman
"lend to come and live there and
ware the expense with .you. But I've
eclded on another arrangement for
Myself, nnrl an T'r. 4- t .IV. nnit
T .,.. a" A1U UUL i. ko truth Is WP've
; suppose you'll mind much, and j " Vrt rnrivps
Wt see why you should mind-par- ! been keeping too much to ourselves
tlcularly. that is. I can't Imagine you, for f ong while. It-tent good for
"r anyone pi
- - uiucu aiia.uu .v - ... . , , i n n w
X i WUS iu.ili-.iiig nuum t."
Aunt Fanny. The rent is thirty-six
dollars a month ; the dinner is twenty
two and a half for each of us, and
we've got to have some provision for
other food. i We won't neet any
clothes for a year, perhaps-"
"Oh. longer!" she exclaimed. "So
you. see "
I see that forty-five and thirty-six
make eighty-one," he said. "At the
lowest, we need a hundred dollars a
month and I'm going to make thirty
two." I thought of that, George," she said
confidently, "and I'm sure it will be all
right You'll be earning a great deal
more than that very soon."
l don't see any prospect of itnot
till I'm admitted to the bar, and that
will be two years at the earliest."
"Well, there's the six. hundred, dol
iro frnm the sale. Six hundred and
month eK anout thirty-two a
month The rent'8 thIrty-sIx dollars a
run- Qd the table d'hote dinner
an,.up to over twenty-two dollars
J ' ece, so with my half of the fent
nteen dollars tvi io tr, ! twplve dollars it was,
lng left out of mv sinrv to nnv I "It isn't six hundred and twelve
hare of the groceries for all the Lnow," said George. "It's about
"Klagts nn 1 1 ' , J A anA olT-tv.
luuLiieous. xou see ' uuuuicu .--v -
J a i not nni i. . uAn.A mnmpnturr dismay.
- uoing an tne nouse- ,.. . t anuy wuw ;
cooking, but you'd be paying ; "Whv. bow"
she's been looking forward to the
games of bridge and the kind of harm
less gossip that goes on in such places.
Really, it's a life she'd like better than
anything else better than that she's
lived at home, I really believe. It
struck me she's just about got to have
:t. and after all she could hardly nave
anything less." j j
"This comes pretty heavily upon me,
you know," said old Frank. "I got her
Into that headlight company, and she '
fooled me about her resources as much
as she did your Uncle George. I was
never your father's adviser, if you rer
member, and when the insurance was
turned over to her some other lawyer
arranged it probably your father's.
But it comes pretty heavily on me, and
I feel a certain responsibility."
"Not at all. I'm taking the responsi
bility." And George smiled with one
corner of his mouth. "I'll tell you how
It is, sir." He flushed, and, looking out
of the streaked and smoky window be
side which he was sitting, spoke with
difficulty. "I feel as if as if perhaps
I had one or two pretty important
things in my life to make up for. Well,
I can't. I can't make them up to to
i whom I would. It's struck me that.
as I couldn't, I might be a little decent
to somebody else, perhaps if I could
manage it 1 I never have been particu
larly decent to poor old Aunt Fanny.
"Oty, I don't know : I shouldn't say
that. A little youthful teasing I
doubt if she's minded so much. It
seems to me she's had a fairly com
fortable life up to now if she was
disposed to take it that way.
"But up to now is the important
thing,' George said. "Now is now
and you see I can't wait two years to
be admitted to the bar and begin to
practice. I've got to start in at some
thing else that pays from . the start,
and that's what Tve come to you
about. ! I have an idea, you see."
"Well, I'm glad of thatl" said old
Frank, smiling., "I can't think of any
thing just at this minute that pays
from the start."
"I only know of one thing, myself."
. "What is itr
' George flushed again, but managed
at last the current carried the canoe
out into the middle, and then on down
to the ocean, and he never got back.
They didn't want him back, of course,
and if he'd been able to manage It,
they'd have put him In another canoe
and shoved him out into the river
again. But still, they didn't elect an-
George stared at it hard. Then he
wTalked quickly along the boulevard to was passing middle age, when old in
them and seldom thought of them-so i other cMef , w lace QUl wb
siy is uie way oi uiue wiui me.; oUC was CUrious, and won-
the next corner and lodged at the little
sign thfre. "Tenth street."
It had begun to rain, but George
stood unheeding, staring at the little
tensities and longings grow thin and
flatten out, as Fanny herself was thin-
dered about it a lot, but finally they
came to the conclusion that the beech'
i . a - i t .
i grove yeopie were airuiu a new cme&
ning and flattening out; and she was -might turn out to be a bad Indian, too.
settling down contentedly to ner apart-:
The city was so big, now, that peo
ple disappeared into It unnoticed, and
the disappearance of Fanny and her tnev couldnt settle down to. anythia
neDhew was not exceptional. People
and wear iron shoes like Vendonah.
But they were wrong, because the real
reason was that the tribe had led such
an exciting life under Vendonah that
no longer knew their neighbors as a
matter of course; one lived for years
next door to strangers that sharpest
of all the changes since the old days
and a friend would lose sight of a
friend for a year, and not know'it.
One May day George thought he had
a elimnse of Lucy. He was not cer
tain, but he was sufficiently disturbed, j Help-It !' "
kept things happening terrible things,
of course. They hated him, but they
weren't able to discover any other
warrior that they wanted to make
chief In his place. They couldn't help
feeling that way."
"I see," said Eugene. "So that's why
they named the place They-Couldn't-
In spite of his uncertainty. A promo
tion in his work now frequently took
him out of town for a week, or longer,
and it was upon his return from one of
these absences that he had the strange
"It must have been.
"And so you're going to stay here in
your garden," he said musingly. "Yon
think it's better to keep on walking
these sunshiny gravel paths ' between
experience. He had walked home from . y6ur flower beds, and growing to look
sign. "D them 1" he said finally, and,
turning up his coat collar, plodded
back through the soggy streets toward
The utilitarian Impudence of the city
authorities put a thought into his mind.
A week earlier, he had happened to
stroll into the large parlor of the
apartment house, finding It empty, and
on the centertable be noticed a large,
red-bound, gilt-edged book, newly
printed, bearing the title: A Civic
the station, and as he turned the cor
ner which brought him in sight of the
apartment house entrance, though two
blocks distant from it, he saw a charm
ing little figure come out, get into a
shiny landaulet automobile, and drive
away. Even at that distance no one
could have any doubt that the little
figure was charming; and the height,
the quickness and decision of motion,
even the swift gesture of a white glove
toward the chauffeur all were char
acteristic of Lucy. George was instant
ly subjected to a shock of Indefinable
nature, yet definitely a shock: he did
not know what he felt but he knew
that he felt He went on slowly, his
knees shaky. ;
But he found Fanny not at home;
she had been out all afternoon; and
there was . no record of any caller
and he began to wonder, then to doubt
if the "small lady he had seen in the
distance was Lucy. It might as well
have been, he said to himself since
anyone who looked like her could give
him "a Jolt like that 1" t
Lucy had not left a card. She never
left one when she called on Fanny;
though sb did not give her reasons a
like a pensive garden lady in a Vic
torian engraving." ' j
"I suppose I'm like the tribe that
lived here, papa. I had too much un
pleasant excitement. It was unpleas
ant but it was excitement. ; I don't
want any more; in fact, I don't want
anything but you."
"You don't?" He looked at her keen
ly, and she laughed and shook bet
head ; but he seemed perplexed, rather
doubtful. "What was the name of the
grove?" be asked. "The Indian name,
"No, it wasn't ; that wasn't the name
"rve forgotten. j
"I see you have," he said, hit look of
perplexity remaining. "Perhaps yo
remember the chief's name better." .
She hook her head again. "I don't P
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