The Trimmed Lamp, and other Stories of the Four Million eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 219 pages of information about The Trimmed Lamp, and other Stories of the Four Million.

The Trimmed Lamp, and other Stories of the Four Million eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 219 pages of information about The Trimmed Lamp, and other Stories of the Four Million.

“What is it, dear?” asked Sue.

“Six,” said Johnsy, in almost a whisper.  “They’re falling faster now.  Three days ago there were almost a hundred.  It made my head ache to count them.  But now it’s easy.  There goes another one.  There are only five left now.”

“Five what, dear.  Tell your Sudie.”

“Leaves.  On the ivy vine.  When the last one falls I must go, too.  I’ve known that for three days.  Didn’t the doctor tell you?”

“Oh, I never heard of such nonsense,” complained Sue, with magnificent scorn.  “What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well?  And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl.  Don’t be a goosey.  Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were—­let’s see exactly what he said—­he said the chances were ten to one!  Why, that’s almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building.  Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self.”

“You needn’t get any more wine,” said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window.  “There goes another.  No, I don’t want any broth.  That leaves just four.  I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark.  Then I’ll go, too.”

“Johnsy, dear,” said Sue, bending over her, “will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working?  I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow.  I need the light, or I would draw the shade down.”

“Couldn’t you draw in the other room?” asked Johnsy, coldly.

“I’d rather be here by you,” said Sue.  “Besides I don’t want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves.”

“Tell me as soon as you have finished,” said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as a fallen statue, “because I want to see the last one fall.  I’m tired of waiting.  I’m tired of thinking.  I went to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves.”

“Try to sleep,” said Sue.  “I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner.  I’ll not be gone a minute.  Don’t try to move ’till I come back.”

Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them.  He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo’s Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along the body of an imp.  Behrman was a failure in art.  Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress’s robe.  He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it.  For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising.  He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional.  He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece.  For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.

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