“I reckon that was the reason she jumped on me so hard at the club.” He chuckled. He had taken heart again. All that Sadness had said was true, after all, and people thought no less of him. His joy was unbounded.
“So she jumped on you hard, did she? The cat!”
“Oh, she didn’t say a thing to me.”
“Well, Joe, it’s just like this. I ain’t an angel, you know that, but I do try to be square, and whenever I find a friend of mine down on his luck, in his pocketbook or his feelings, why, I give him my flipper. Why, old chap, I believe I like you better for the stiff upper lip you’ve been keeping under all this.”
“Why, Hattie,” he broke out, unable any longer to control himself, “you’re—you’re—”
“Oh, I’m just plain Hat Sterling, who won’t throw down her friends. Now come on and get something to eat. If that thing is at the club, we’ll go there and show her just how much her talk amounted to. She thinks she’s the whole game, but I can spot her and then show her that she ain’t one, two, three.”
When they reached the Banner, they found Minty still there. She tried on the two the same tactics that she had employed so successfully upon Joe alone. She nudged her companion and tittered. But she had another person to deal with. Hattie Sterling stared at her coldly and indifferently, and passed on by her to a seat. Joe proceeded to order supper and other things in the nonchalant way that the woman had enjoined upon him. Minty began to feel distinctly uncomfortable, but it was her business not to be beaten. She laughed outright. Hattie did not seem to hear her. She was beckoning Sadness to her side. He came and sat down.
“Now look here,” she said, “you can’t have any supper because you haven’t reached the stage of magnificent hunger to make a meal palatable to you. You’ve got so used to being nearly starved that a meal don’t taste good to you under any other circumstances. You’re in on the drinks, though. Your thirst is always available.—Jack,” she called down the long room to the bartender, “make it three.—Lean over here, I want to talk to you. See that woman over there by the wall? No, not that one—the big light woman with Griggs. Well, she’s come here with a story trying to throw Joe down, and I want you to help me do her.”
“Oh, that’s the one that upset our young friend, is it?” said Sadness, turning his mournful eyes upon Minty.
“That’s her. So you know about it, do you?”
“Yes, and I’ll help do her. She mustn’t touch one of the fraternity, you know.” He kept his eyes fixed upon the outsider until she squirmed. She could not at all understand this serious conversation directed at her. She wondered if she had gone too far and if they contemplated putting her out. It made her uneasy.
Now, this same Miss Sterling had the faculty of attracting a good deal of attention when she wished to. She brought it into play tonight, and in ten minutes, aided by Sadness, she had a crowd of jolly people about her table. When, as she would have expressed it, “everything was going fat,” she suddenly paused and, turning her eyes full upon Minty, said in a voice loud enough for all to hear—
“Say, boys, you’ve heard that story about Joe, haven’t you?”
They had.
“Well, that’s the one that told it; she’s come here to try to throw him and me down. Is she going to do it?”
“Well, I guess not!” was the rousing reply, and every face turned towards the now frightened Minty. She rose hastily and, getting her skirts together, fled from the room, followed more leisurely by the crestfallen Griggs. Hattie’s laugh and “Thank you, fellows,” followed her out.
Matters were less easy for Joe’s mother and sister than they were for him. A week or more after this, Kitty found him and told him that Minty’s story had reached their employers and that they were out of work.
“You see, Joe,” she said sadly, “we’ve took a flat since we moved from Mis’ Jones’, and we had to furnish it. We’ve got one lodger, a racehorse man, an’ he’s mighty nice to ma an’ me, but that ain’t enough. Now we’ve got to do something.”
Joe was so smitten with sorrow that he gave her a dollar and promised to speak about the matter to a friend of his.
He did speak about it to Hattie.
“You’ve told me once or twice that your sister could sing. Bring her down here to me, and if she can do anything, I’ll get her a place on the stage,” was Hattie’s answer.
When Kitty heard it she was radiant, but her mother only shook her head and said, “De las’ hope, de las’ hope.”
XII
“All the World’s a Stage”
Kitty proved herself Joe’s sister by falling desperately in love with Hattie Sterling the first time they met. The actress was very gracious to her, and called her “child” in a pretty, patronising way, and patted her on the cheek.
“It’s a shame that Joe hasn’t brought you around before. We’ve been good friends for quite some time.”
“He told me you an’ him was right good friends.”
Already Joe took on a new importance in his sister’s eyes. He must be quite a man, she thought, to be the friend of such a person as Miss Sterling.
“So you think you want to go on the stage, do you?”
“Yes, ’m, I thought it might be right nice for me if I could.”
“Joe, go out and get some beer for us, and then I’ll hear your sister sing.”
Miss Sterling talked as if she were a manager and had only to snap her fingers to be obeyed. When Joe came back with the beer, Kitty drank a glass. She did not like it, but she
