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Now and then Jurgis gazes at her hungrily he has long since forgotten his shyness; but then the crowd is there, and he still waits and watches the door, where a carriage is supposed to come. It does not, and finally he will wait no longer, but comes up to Ona, who turns white and trembles. He puts her shawl about her and then his own coat.
Ona stood by, her eyes wide with terror. Those frightful bills how they had haunted her, each item gnawing at her soul all day and spoiling her rest at night.
He seized Marija by the arm; she trembled, and her voice sank beneath a whisper as she replied, "We we have no money." Then, frightened at the look on his face, she exclaimed: "It's all right, Jurgis! You don't understand go away go away! Ah, if you only had waited!" Above her protests Jurgis heard Ona again; he was almost out of his mind.
"Tomorrow," Jurgis said, when they were left alone, "tomorrow I will get a job, and perhaps Jonas will get one also; and then we can get a place of our own." Later that afternoon he and Ona went out to take a walk and look about them, to see more of this district which was to be their home.
And suppose that some day when a blizzard struck them and the cars were not running, Ona should have to give up, and should come the next day to find that her place had been given to some one who lived nearer and could be depended on? It was the week before Christmas that the first storm came, and then the soul of Jurgis rose up within him like a sleeping lion.
He shed no tears, being ashamed to make a sound; he sat motionless and shuddering with his anguish. He had never dreamed how much he loved Ona, until now that she was gone; until now that he sat here, knowing that on the morrow they would take her away, and that he would never lay eyes upon her again never all the days of his life.
Little Ona is nearly ready to faint and half in a stupor herself, because of the heavy scent in the room. She has not taken a drop, but every one else there is literally burning alcohol, as the lamps are burning oil; some of the men who are sound asleep in their chairs or on the floor are reeking of it so that you cannot go near them.
Marija went home, singing out loud all the way, and was just in time to join Ona and her stepmother as they were setting out to go and make inquiry concerning the house. That evening the three made their report to the men the thing was altogether as represented in the circular, or at any rate so the agent had said.
It was hours before the excitement could be calmed; and all through that cruel night Jurgis would wake up now and then and hear Ona and her stepmother in the next room, sobbing softly to themselves. They had bought their home. It was hard for them to realize that the wonderful house was theirs to move into whenever they chose.
In the primeval forests of the interior grow evergreen beeches, and there copper-brown Indians of the Ona tribe formerly held unlimited sway. Like their brethren all over the New World, they have been thrust out by white men and are doomed to extinction. They were only sojourners on the coasts of Tierra del Fuego, and their term has expired.
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