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Updated: September 14, 2025
But the boon camaraderie of Edith herself checked any adventure of that kind. She checked it in two ways; by her own frank acceptance of him much as she would have accepted a brother in the household, and by her uncanny and unconscious knack of reminding him in almost every word and gesture of Reenie Hardy.
He had worked harder than ever before, at more disagreeable employment; he had lived in conditions that were almost nauseating, and what had he learned? That you can't beat a card man at his own game, price sixty dollars, and that the gallery seats are cheaper, and sometimes safer, than the orchestra. Then all of a sudden he thought of Reenie.
I can work days and go to school nights. An' I'll do it if if it'll get me across. You know what I mean. I ain't askin' no pledges, Reenie, but what's the chance? I know I don't talk right, an' I don't eat right you tried not to notice, but you couldn't help but Reenie, I think right, an' I guess with a girl like you that counts more than eatin' and talkin'."
His voice was weaker, and I had to lean close to catch his words. "I'm going out," he said. "Kiss me, Reenie." And then I kissed him for you. Suddenly he sat up. "The mountains!" he exclaimed, and his voice was a-thrill with the pride of his old hills. "See, the moonlight on the mountains!"
After some delay Irene met him at the door, and Dave explained the situation in a few words. "We must take care of him, Reenie," he said. "I feel a personal responsibility." "Of course we will take him," she answered. "He will live here until we have a some place of our own." Her face was bright with something which must be tenderness. "Bring him upstairs.
She was dressed for the occasion; she seemed more fetching than he had ever seen her. There was the blush of health or was it altogether the blush of health? on her cheeks, and a light in her eyes such as he had seen more than once on those last rides with Reenie Hardy. And across her saddle she threw a brown sweater.
All this time the organ was playing boisterously, but suddenly it dropped to a low, meditative theme, and Dave began to fear it would stop altogether. But no; a young woman was standing up in the choir; she was pretty, with quite a different air and a finer comeliness than that of the theatre girls of the night before. In some vague way she seemed reminiscent of Reenie Hardy.
Dave's introspection was not deep enough to know that any fine girl would remind him of Reenie Hardy.
She was of about the same figure as Reenie Hardy; a little slighter, perhaps; and about the same age; and she had the same quick, frank eyes. And she sang wonderfully. He had never heard Reenie sing, but in some strange way he had formed a deep conviction that she would sing much as Edith sang.
There was a dash of adventure which added to the relish of the situation. "It's such a wonderful life," she continued. "One gets so strong and happy in it." "You'd soon get sick of it," he said. "We don't see nothin'. We don't learn nothin'. Reenie, I'm eighteen, an' I bet you could read an' write better'n me when you was six." "Did you never go to school?" she asked, in genuine surprise.
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