I borrowed a dollar from Evans, the student who was a friend of Jimmy’s.
I bought the morning papers, and scanned the columns of advertisements.
I was determined to look for some other kind of work, yet I realized
that I was a “Jack of all trades and master of none,” unless it be that
of the model. I found one advertisement that seemed to be pretty good:
“WANTED: A smart, pretty young lady for light, easy work.
Experience not necessary.”
I started down town to answer that advertisement at once. The address
was in the old building Washington Street, and there seemed to be all
kinds of business carried on there. On the door of the place I was to
apply was some name, and the word “Massage.” I had a dim idea what
massage meant. I associated it in some way in my mind with illness. I
pushed the bell, and the door was quickly opened. A stout, matronly
woman stood smiling at me.
“Come in, dearie,” she said, as though she were expecting me.
I found myself in a room that looked like the average boarding-house
parlor. It was stuffy and dark. The woman set herself down in a rocker,
and she was still smiling at me.
“I came in answer to the advertisement. What do you require me to do?”
Patting me on the arm, she said:
“Easy, easy, dear. Don’t talk so loud. It is massage work, dearie.”
“I can’t do it,” I said, “but I might be able to learn.”
She kept on grinning and winking at me, and I don’t know why, I suddenly
felt terribly afraid of her. I said tremulously:
“Will I have to wear aprons?”
She got out of the rocking chair and poked me in the side.
“Now, dearie, if you are really a good girl, I don’t want you to come at
all. I rather have a young married lady. I had a sweet little married
lady before, but her husband got on to us and--”
I had begun to back toward the door, and with my hand behind me, I found
the knob. I ran out into the hall, and down those stairs as quickly as I
could get. Oh, how good the air did seem, when I found myself at last on
the street.
When I got back to my room, I found a note on my table. It was from Miss
Darling, and was as follows:
“DEAR MISS MARION:
I don’t want to press you, but could you let me have the rent? I
would not bother you, but I have expenses to meet, and even if you
could let me have a part of it if you cannot let me have it all, I
would be obliged.