"Didn't you get any this afternoon?"
"Yes," said George, "but ma says I didn't get enough."
"I'll go with you," said his sister. "Bass will you come along?"
"No," said the young man, indifferently, "I won't." He was adjusting his necktie and felt irritated.
"There ain't any," said George, "unless we get it off the cars. There wasn't any cars where I was."
"There are, too," exclaimed Bass.
"There ain't," said George.
"Oh don't quarrel," said Jennie. "Get the baskets and let's go right now before it gets too late."
The other children, who had a fondness for their big sister got out the
implements of supply—Veronica a basket, Martha and William buckets,
and George a big clothes-basket, which he and Jennie were to fill and
carry between them. Bass, moved by his sister's willingness and the little regard he still maintained for her, now made a suggestion.
"I'll tell you what you do, Jen," he said. "You go over there with the kids to Eighth Street and wait around those cars. I'll be along in a minute.
When I come by don't any of you pretend to know me. Just you say,
'Mister won't you please throw us some coal down?' and then I'll get up
on the cars and pitch off enough to fill the baskets. D'ye understand?"
"All right," said Jennie, very much pleased.
Out into the snowy night they went, and made their way to the railroad
tracks. At the intersection of the street and the broad railroad yard were many heavily laden cars of bituminous coal newly backed in. All of the
children gathered within the shadow of one. While they were standing
there, waiting the arrival of their brother, the Washington Special arrived, a long, fine train with several of the new style drawing-room cars, the big plate-glass windows shining and the passengers looking out from the
depths of their comfortable chairs. The children instinctively drew back
as it thundered past.
"Oh, wasn't it long?" said George.
"Wouldn't I like to be a brakeman, though," sighed William.
Jennie, alone, kept silent, but to her particularly the suggestion of travel and comfort had appealed. How beautiful life must be for the rich!
Sebastian now appeared in the distance, a mannish spring in his stride,
and with every evidence that he took himself seriously. He was of that
peculiar stubbornness and determination that had the children failed to
carry out his plan of procedure he would have gone deliberately by and
refused to help them at all.
Martha, however, took the situation as it needed to be taken, and piped
out childishly, "Mister, won't you please throw us down some coal?"
Sebastian stopped abruptly, and looked sharply at them as though he were
really a stranger, exclaimed "Why, certainly," and proceeded to climb up on the car, from whence he cast down with remarkable celerity more than
enough chunks to fill their baskets. Then as though not caring to linger
any longer amid such plebeian company, he hastened across the network
of tracks and was lost to view.
On their way home they encountered another gentleman, this time a real
one, with high hat and distinguished cape coat, whom Jennie immediately
recognised. This was the honourable Senator himself, newly returned
from Washington, and anticipating a very unprofitable Christmas. He had
arrived upon the express which had enlisted the attention of the children, and was carrying his light grip for the pleasure of it to the hotel. As he passed he thought that he recognised Jennie.
"Is that you, Jennie?" he said, and paused to be more certain.
The latter, who had discovered him even more quickly than he had her,
exclaimed, "Oh, there is Mr. Brander!" Then, dropping her end of the basket, with a caution to the children to take it right home, she hurried away in the opposite direction.
The Senator followed, vainly calling three or four times "Jennie! Jennie!"
Losing hope of overtaking her, and suddenly recognising, and thereupon
respecting, her simple, girlish shame, he stopped, and turning back,
decided to follow the children. Again he felt that same sensation which he seemed always to get from this girl— the far cry between her estate and
his. It was something to be a Senator to-night, here where these children were picking coal. What could the joyous holiday of the morrow hold for
them? He tramped along sympathetically, an honest lightness coming into
his step, and soon he saw them enter the gateway of the low cottage.
Crossing the street, he stood in the weak shade of the snow-laden trees.
The light was burning with a yellow glow in a rear window. All about was
the white snow. In the woodshed he could hear the voices of the children, and once he thought he detected the form of Mrs. Gerhardt. After a time
another form came shadowlike through the side gate. He knew who it
was. It touched him to the quick, and he bit his lip sharply to suppress any further show of emotion. Then he turned vigorously on his heel and
walked away.
The chief grocery of the city was conducted by one Manning, a stanch
adherent of Brander, and one who felt honoured by the Senator's
acquaintance. To him at his busy desk came the Senator this same night.
"Manning," he said, "could I get you to undertake a little work for me this evening?"
"Why, certainly, Senator, certainly," said the grocery-man. "When did you get back? Glad to see you. Certainly."
"I want you to get everything together that would make a nice Christmas for a family of eight—father and mother and six children—Christmas
tree, groceries, toys—you know what I mean."
"Certainly, certainly, Senator."
"Never mind the cost now. Send plenty of everything. I'll give you the address," and he picked up a note-book to write it.
"Why, I'll be delighted, Senator," went on Mr. Manning, rather affected himself. "I'll be delighted. You always were generous."
"Here you are, Manning," said the Senator, grimly, from the mere necessity of preserving his senatorial dignity. "Send everything at once, and the bill to me."
"I'll be delighted," was all the astonished and approving grocery- man could say.
The Senator passed out, but remembering the old people, visited a
clothier and shoe man, and, finding that he could only guess at what sizes might be required, ordered the several articles with the privilege of
exchange. When his labours were over, he returned to his room.
"Carrying coal," he thought, over and over. "Really, it was very thoughtless in me. I mustn't forget them any more."
CHAPTER IV
The desire to flee which Jennie experienced upon seeing the Senator
again was attributable to what she considered the disgrace of her position.
She was ashamed to think that he, who thought so well of her, should
discover her doing so common a thing. Girl-like, she was inclined to
imagine that his interest in her depended upon something else than her
mere personality.
When she reached home Mrs. Gerhardt had heard of her flight from the
other children.
"What was the matter with you, anyway?" asked George, when she came in.
"Oh, nothing," she answered, but immediately turned to her mother and said, "Mr. Brander came by and saw us."
"Oh, did he?" softly exclaimed her mother. "He's back then. What made you run, though, you foolish girl?"