BEGGAR MAN--THIEF
They laughed like girls, each with slightly heightened color in spite
of all the make-believe. Then Annie ran to a vase of artificial
flowers which stood upon the mantel, and pulled out a draggled daisy.
"What's he going to be, Kid--your man? Is he rich or poor? Listen!
'Lawyer--doctor--merchant--chief--rich man--poor man--beggar
man--thief----'" She stopped in a certain consternation, the last
petal in her hand--"A thief?----"
"Why, Annie, you surely don't believe in such things," said Mary Warren
reprovingly. "And of course we oughtn't to have done anything foolish
as this. It's--it's awful."
Annie, her mood suddenly changing, drew apart and sat down moodily.
"You couldn't blame a fellow for trying to forget things, Sis," said
she. "Look at me. I'm on the street, you might say--they canned me
yesterday! Yes! that's the truth. I wasn't going to tell you--you
looked so cold last night, and you with your eyes what they are.
It--it looks like Charlie had a chance, eh?"
Mary Warren looked at her for a time in silence. "You'll never have to
toss a copper for a husband, I'm sure of that. If I were handsome as
you----"
"Oh, am I?" said her companion. "Men hang around--what does it get me?
Time passes. Where are we pretty soon? Men ain't all husbands that
make love."
"How much money you got saved up, Mary?" she asked suddenly.
"Just one hundred thirty-five dollars and eighty cents," said Mary, not
needing to consult her pass book. "I can pay for my bond now."
"Got me beat. Best I can do for my life savings is fifty-eight dollars
and seventy-five cents. How long will that last you and me?"
"You're despondent, Annie--you mustn't feel blue--why, to-morrow we'll
both go out and see what we can do."
"About me? I like that! It's _you_ we got to bother about. My Lord!
It ain't so far off, this ad in _Hearts Aflame_! What you really _do_
need is a man who'll be kind and chivalrous with you."
"I haven't got to that yet," said Mary Warren, stoutly. Her color rose.
"No? Funnier things have happened. You might do worse."
"I'm not _bred_ that way, Annie," said Mary Warren slowly; but her
color rising yet more as she realized that perhaps she had been cruel.
"You needn't explain anything to me," replied Annie. "I'm not sore.
You came of a better family, and so it'll be harder for you to get
through life than it is for me."
As she spoke she had risen, and was buttoning her street wraps. Mary
Warren sat silent, the dark lenses of her glasses turned toward her
companion.
"Beggar man--thief!" she said at last. "I'd be robbing him, even
then!" She smiled bitterly. "Who'd take _me_?"