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All she knew was that at six a woman's purring voice on the telephone asked if Mr. Eddie Schwirtz had returned to town yet. That he did not reappear till after midnight. That his return was heralded by wafting breezes with whisky laden. That, in the morning, there was a smear of rice powder on his right shoulder and that he was not so urgent in his attentions to her as ordinarily.
She did her hair in a new way. When Mr. Schwirtz came she cried that she couldn't go to a show. She was "clean played out." She didn't know what she could do. Pemberton's was too big a threshing-machine for her. She was tired "absolutely all in." "Poor little sister!" he said, and smoothed her hair. She rested her face on his shoulder. It seemed broad and strong and protective.
Schwirtz stayed home and slept and got mental bed-sores and drank himself to death rather too slowly on another fifty dollars which he had borrowed after a Verdun campaign, Una was joyous to be out early, looking over advertisements, visiting typewriter companies' employment agencies. She was slow in getting work because she wanted twenty dollars a week.
You'll get over all your fool, girly-girly notions now. Women always are like that. I remember the first missus was, too.... And maybe a few other skirts, though I guess I hadn't better tell no tales outa school on little old Eddie Schwirtz, eh? Ha, ha!... Course you high-strung virgin kind of shemales take some time to learn to get over your choosey, finicky ways. But, Lord love you!
Schwirtz and Sanford Hunt and Sam Weintraub and Todd faded. She treasured her mother's happiness at their Christmas dinner with the Sessionses. She encouraged the Sessionses to come up to the flat as often as they could, and she lulled her mother to a tolerable calm boredom. Before it was convenient to think of men again, her school-work was over.
He had entered the college before her; he would be through somewhat earlier; he was going back to the paint company and would try to find an opening for her there. He wanted her to meet Mr. Julius Edward Schwirtz, the Manhattan salesman of the company. When Mr.
His extravagance was constant. He was always planning to rent an expensive apartment and furnish it, but the money due him after each trip he spent immediately and they were never able to move away from the family hotel. He had to have taxicabs when they went to theaters. He would carol, "Oh, don't let's be pikers, little sister nothing too good for Eddie Schwirtz, that's my motto."
Schwirtz's low conversation.... She was not vastly different from a young lady just back in Panama from a term in the normal school, with new lights derived from a gentlemanly young English teacher with poetic interests and a curly mustache. "Sure," affirmed Mr. Schwirtz, "I like poetry fine. Used to read it myself when I was traveling out of St.
Sanford Hunt telephoned to Una that he and Mr. Julius Edward Schwirtz whom he called "Eddie" had done their best to find an "opening" for her in the office of the Lowry Paint Company, but that there was no chance. The commercial college gave her the names of several possible employers, but they all wanted approximate perfection at approximately nothing a week.
Schwirtz, but had anointed herself for his coming because he was a representative of men, yet after months of thus dignifying his attentions, the very effort made her suppose that she must be fond of him. Not Mr. Schwirtz, but her own self did she befool with Pemberton's "Preparations de Paris." Sometimes with him alone, sometimes with him and Mrs. Lawrence and one of Mrs.
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