Part 10 (1/2)
”Of course you do! Why did you come down here?”
”I was gettin' tired of the backwoods--been there all my life,” said Hiram lamely.
Lucy's eyes grew dreamy. ”I thought the same,” she said pensively at last. ”I was born there in Temple Valley. I was content, too, till I was about twenty; then I got to mixing with the summer boarders that came to the Mills place for the trout season. They'd have something on every night, and I got acquainted and was always invited. I got to wanting to go to the city, and I hated Temple Valley.
”Then my folks died. I didn't get along the best in the world with Emma--that's by [Transcribers' note: my?] brother's wife. So I pulled out the day after my twentieth birthday and came to Frisco--and I've been here ever since. But there was another reason why I left.”
She sighed and leaned back.
”You've heard of Mrs. c.u.mmings, the writer, haven't you? She was up at Mills' place one summer, and I got acquainted with her. I told her I'd always had the writing bug, and she encouraged me. I had no education but what I'd got in the Temple district school, but I'd read a lot.
”So I wanted to write, and finally I left and came to Frisco, and I had an awful time. Finally I got a job in a cheap restaurant and had to wait table, and when I got the cas.h.i.+er's job last night I got out of the rut for the first time in three years. I quit two or three times, thinking I could make a living writing scenarios, but I always had to go back to the beaneries.
”I'm going to hold down the restaurant job till things come my way.
I've given up the idea that I'm a genius. My clothes cost a lot.
Things will break for me some day. Maybe I'll get in the pictures. I want to go to Los Angeles and try, when I can save a little jack. I left the woods to win out, and I'm going to do it by fair means or foul. I'm ambitious. I'm determined to be rich some day.”
Hiram drank in her chatter for two hours more, and when they returned to her rooming house he paid the driver of the car thirteen dollars and fifty cents, and now had only fifteen-fifty to his name. He was horrified at the prospects, but blissfully conscious that he had given Lucy Dalles an afternoon of pleasure.
”I want to show you my room,” she said, as the car departed. ”Come in.
Don't make any noise going upstairs.”
She led the way in, and he followed her softly. She opened a door on the second floor and stood back for him to look.
”I furnished my own room,” she said proudly. ”It's all mine, and paid for--pretty nearly.”
Hiram stood aghast in the doorway. Never, except in the show windows, had his eye rested on such splendor.
There was a rug on the floor, soft and thick, which Lucy told him was a genuine Smyrna. There was a leopard skin, with stuffed head and red, gaping jaws. There were two handsome overstuffed leather chairs, and the bedroom set was Circa.s.sian walnut, so Lucy said.
She closed the door and hurried him below.
”You see, I've realized part of my ambition,” she said, sinking into the squeaky rocker. ”I'm not so clever or so cultured and all that, but I came from the backwoods to be somebody and have something, and I'll make good one way or another. What you saw is just a beginner. I might have bought a typewriter instead, but--well, I just didn't.”'
”They're mighty nice,” commented Hiram, as she paused.
”Yes, they made a fool out of me when I hit Frisco,” she continued absently, ”but my day's coming. I'm getting a toehold, as your Mr.
Tweet says. I've rubbed off some of the Mendocino moss.” She glanced a little vainly at her slim, well-garbed figure. ”I'm after the money now--and I'll get it!
”But tell me about your partner,” she continued. ”Who is he, anyway?”
”I can't tell you.”
”M'm-m!” She pursed her lips and frowned thoughtfully. ”And he just wants you to go out with him, hit or miss?”
”That seems to be it, ma'am. And I don't think I'll go--now.”