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〃I mean you;〃 said Hetty。  〃For not giving him your address。〃

〃I never give my address to chauffeurs;〃 said Cecilia; haughtily。

〃I wish we had one;〃 said Hetty; disconsolately。

〃What for?〃

〃For the stew; of courseoh; I mean an onion。〃

Hetty took a pitcher and started to the sink at the end of the hall。

A young man came down the stairs from above just as she was opposite  the lower step。  He was decently dressed; but pale and haggard。  His  eyes were dull with the stress of some burden of physical or mental  woe。  In his hand he bore an oniona pink; smooth; solid; shining  onion as large around as a ninety…eight…cent alarm…clock。

Hetty stopped。  So did the young man。  There was something Joan of  Arc…ish; Herculean; and Una…ish in the look and pose of the shoplady she had cast off the roles of Job and Little…Red…Riding…Hood。  The  young man stopped at the foot of the stairs and coughed distractedly。   He felt marooned; held up; attacked; assailed; levied upon; sacked;  assessed; panhandled; browbeaten; though he knew not why。  It was the  look in Hetty's eyes that did it。  In them he saw the Jolly Roger fly  to the masthead and an able seaman with a dirk between his teeth  scurry up the ratlines and nail it there。  But as yet he did not know  that the cargo he carried was the thing that had caused him to be so  nearly blown out of the water without even a parley。

〃Beg your pardon;〃 said Hetty; as sweetly as her dilute acetic acid  tones permitted; 〃but did you find that onion on the stairs?  There  was a hole in the paper bag; and I've just come out to look for it。〃

The young man coughed for half a minute。  The interval may have given  him the courage to defend his own property。  Also; he clutched his  pungent prize greedily; and; with a show of spirit; faced his grim  waylayer。

〃No;〃 he said huskily; 〃I didn't find it on the stairs。  It was given  to me by Jack Bevens; on the top floor。  If you don't believe it; ask  him。  I'll wait until you do。〃

〃I know about Bevens;〃 said Hetty; sourly。  〃He writes books and  things up there for the paper…and…rags man。  We can hear the postman  guy him all over the house when he brings them thick envelopes back。   Saydo you live in the Vallambrosa?〃

〃I do not;〃 said the young man。  〃I come to see Bevens sometimes。   He's my friend。  I live two blocks west。〃

〃What are you going to do with the onion?

begging your pardon;〃 said Hetty。

〃I'm going to eat it。〃

〃Raw?〃

〃Yes: as soon as I get home。〃

〃Haven't you got anything else to eat with it?〃

The young man considered briefly。

〃No;〃 he confessed; 〃there's not another scrap of anything in my  diggings to eat。  I think old Jack is pretty hard up for grub in his  shack; too。  He hated to give up the onion; but I worried him into  parting with it。〃

〃Man;〃 said Hetty; fixing him with her world…sapient eyes; and laying  a bony but impressive finger on his sleeve; 〃you've known trouble;  too; haven't you?〃

〃Lots;〃 said the onion owner; promptly。  〃But this onion is my own  property; honestly come by。  If you will excuse me; I must be going。〃

〃Listen;〃 said Hetty; paling a little with anxiety。  〃Raw onion is a  mighty poor diet。  And so is a beef…stew without one。  Now; if you're  Jack Bevens' friend; I guess you're nearly right。  There's a little  ladya friend of minein my room there at the end of the hall。  Both  of us are out of luck; and we had just potatoes and meat between us。   They're stewing now。  But it ain't got any soul。  There's something  lacking to it。  There's certain things in life that are naturally  intended to fit and belong together。  One is pink cheese…cloth and  green roses; and one is ham and eggs; and one is Irish and trouble。   And the other one is beef and potatoes with onions。  And still another  one is people who are up against it and other people in the same fix。〃

The young man went into a protracted paroxysm of coughing。  With one  hand he hugged his onion to his bosom。

〃No doubt; no doubt;〃 said he; at length。  〃But; as I said; I must be  going; because〃

Hetty clutched his sleeve firmly。

〃Don't be a Dago; Little Brother。  Don't cat raw onions。  Chip it in  toward the dinner and line yourself inside with the best stew you ever  licked a spoon over。  Must two ladies knock a young gentleman down and  drag him inside for the honor of dining with 'em?  No harm shall  befall you; Little Brother。  Loosen up and fall into line。〃

The young man's pale face relaxed into a grin。

〃Believe I'll go you;〃 he said; brightening。  〃If my onion is good as  a credential; I'll accept the invitation gladly。〃

〃It's good as that; but better as seasoning;〃 said Hetty。  〃You come  and stand outside the door till I ask my lady friend if she has any  objections。  And don't run away with that letter of recommendation  before I come out。〃

Hetty went into her room and closed the door。  The young man waited  outside。

〃Cecilia; kid;〃 said the shop…girl; oiling the sharp saw of her voice  as well as she could; 〃there's an onion outside。  With a young man  attached。  I've asked him in to dinner。  You ain't going to kick; are  you?〃

〃Oh; dear!〃 said Cecilia; sitting up and patting her artistic hair。   She cast a mournful glance at the ferry…boat poster on the wall。

〃Nit;〃 said Hetty。  〃It ain't him。  You're up against real life now。   I believe you said your hero friend had money and automobiles。  This  is a poor skeezicks that's got nothing to eat but an onion。  But he's  easy…spoken and not a freshy。  I imagine he's been a gentleman; he's  so low down now。  And we need the onion。  Shall I bring him in?  I'll  guarantee his behavior。〃

〃Hetty; dear;〃 sighed Cecilia; 〃I'm so hungry。  What difference does  it make whether he's a prince or a burglar?  I don't care。  Bring him  in if he's got anything to eat with him。〃

Hetty went back into the hall。  The onion man was gone。  Her heart  missed a beat; and a gray look settled over her face except on her  nose and cheek…bones。  And then the tides of life flowed in again; for  she saw him leaning out of the front window at the other end of the  hall。  She hurried there。  He was shouting to some one below。  The  noise of the street overpowered the sound of her footsteps。  She  looked down over his shoulder; saw whom he was speaking to; and heard  his words。  He pulled himself in from the window…sill and saw her  standing over him。

Hetty's eyes bored into him like two steel gimlets。

〃Don't lie to me;〃 she said; calmly。  〃What were you going to do with  that onion?〃

The young man suppressed a cough and faced her resolutely。  His manner  was that of one who had been bearded sufficiently。

〃I was going to eat it;〃 said he; with emphatic slowness; 〃just as I  told you before。〃

〃And you have nothing else to eat at home?〃

〃Not a thing。〃

〃What kind of work do you do?〃

〃I am not working at anything just now。〃

〃Then why;〃 said Hetty; with her voice set on its sharpest edge; 〃do  you lean out of windows and give orders to chauffeurs in green  automobiles in the street below?〃

The young man flushed; and his dull eyes began to sparkle。

〃Because; madam;〃 said he; in accelerando tones; 〃I pay the  chauffeur's wages and I own the automobileand also this onionthis  onion; madam。〃

He flourished the onion within an inch of Hetty's nose。  The shop…lady  did not retreat a hair's…breadth。

〃Then why do you eat onions;〃 she said; with biting contempt; 〃and  nothing else?〃

〃I never said I did;〃 retorted the young man; heatedly。  〃I said I had  nothing else to eat where I live。  I am not a delicatessen store… keeper。〃

〃Then why;〃 pursued Hetty; inflexibly; 〃were you going to eat a raw  onion?〃

〃My mother;〃 said the young man; 〃always made me eat one for a cold。   Pardon my referring to a physical infirmity; but you may have noticed  that I have a very; very severe cold。  I was going to eat the onion  and go to bed。  I wonder why I am standing here and apologizing to you  for it。〃

〃How did you catch this cold?〃 went on Hetty; suspiciously。

The young man seemed to have arrived at some extreme height of  feeling。  There were two modes of descent open to hima burst of rage  or a surrender to the ridiculous。  He chose wisely; and the empty hall  echoed his hoarse laughter。

〃You're a dandy;〃 said he。  〃And I don't blame you for being careful。   I don't mind telling you。  I got wet。  I was on a North River ferry a  few days ago when a girl jumped overboard。  Of course; I〃

Hetty extended her hand; interrupting his story。

〃Give me the onion;〃 she said。

The young man set his jaw a trifle harder。

〃Give me the onion;〃 she repeated。

He grinned; and laid it in her hand。

Then Hetty's infrequent; grim; melancholy smile showed itself。  She  took the young man's arm and pointed with her other hand to the door  of her room。

〃Little Brother;〃 she said; 〃go in there。  The little fool you fished  out of the river is there waiting for you。  Go on in。  I'll give you  three minutes before I come。  Potatoes is in there; waiting。  Go on  in; Onions。〃

After he had tapped at the door and entered; Hetty began to peel and  wash the onion at the sink。  She gave a gray look at the gray roofs  outside; and the smile on her face vanished by little jerks and  twitches。

〃But it's us;〃 she said; grimly; to herself; 〃it's us that furnishes  the beef。〃




THE HIDING OF BLACK BILL



A lank; strong; red…faced man with a Wellington beak and small; fiery  eyes tempered by flaxen lashes; sat on the station platform at Los  Pinos swinging his legs to and fro。  At his side sat another man; fat;  melancholy; and seedy; who seemed to be his friend。  They had the  appearance of men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat seamy on both sides。

〃Ain't seen you in about four years; Ham;〃 said the seedy man。  〃Which  way you been travelling?〃

〃Texas;〃 said the red…faced man。  〃It was too cold in Alaska for me。   And I found it warm in Texas。  I'll tell you about one hot spell I  went through there。

〃One morning I steps off the International at a water…tank and lets it  go on without me。  'Twas a ranch country; and fuller of spite…houses  than New York City。  Only out there they build 'em twenty mi

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