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Updated: May 15, 2025
Old Grannis dared not move, but sat rigid, his eyes riveted on his empty soup plate. All at once there was a report like a pistol. The men started in their places. Mrs. Sieppe uttered a muffled shriek. The waiter from the cheap restaurant, hired as Maria's assistant, rose from a bending posture, a champagne bottle frothing in his hand; he was grinning from ear to ear.
Sieppe having bought a third interest in an upholstering business in the suburbs of Los Angeles. It was possible that Marcus Schouler would go with them.
"Miss Sieppe, Miss Sieppe, your ticket has won five thousand dollars," cried Maria. "Don't you remember the lottery ticket I sold you in Doctor McTeague's office?" "Trina!" almost screamed her mother. "Five tausend thalers! five tausend thalers! If popper were only here!" "What is it what is it?" exclaimed McTeague, rolling his eyes. "What are you going to do with it, Trina?" inquired Marcus.
All at once McTeague had an idea, a veritable inspiration. "And we'll we'll we'll have what's the matter with having something to eat afterward in my 'Parlors'?" "Vairy goot," commented Mrs. Sieppe. "Bier, eh? And some damales." "Oh, I love tamales!" exclaimed Trina, clasping her hands. McTeague returned to the city, rehearsing his instructions over and over.
"Ah!" said everybody all at once. "Ain't ut crowdut?" murmured Mr. Sieppe. Every seat was taken; many were even standing up. "I always like it better when there is a crowd," said Trina. She was in great spirits that evening. Her round, pale face was positively pink. The orchestra banged away at the overture, suddenly finishing with a great flourish of violins. A short pause followed.
"Ah," said Trina, with a long breath, as she and McTeague pushed through the wicket, "here we are once more, Doctor." She had not appeared to notice McTeague's embarrassment. The difficulty had been tided over somehow. Once more McTeague felt himself saved. "To der beach!" shouted Mr. Sieppe. They had checked their baskets at the peanut stand. The whole party trooped down to the seashore.
Sieppe flung his arm in the air. "Vowaarts!" he cried. He left them at the door of the sitting-room, he himself going into the bedroom where Trina was waiting, entering by the hall door. He was in a tremendous state of nervous tension, fearful lest something should go wrong.
The good wishes of my humble self go out to Miss Sieppe in this moment of her good fortune, and I think in fact, I am sure I can speak for the great institution, the great company I represent. The company congratulates Miss Sieppe. We they ah They wish her every happiness her new fortune can procure her.
Sieppe went into ecstasies; there was lobster salad; there were rice pudding, and strawberry ice cream, and wine jelly, and stewed prunes, and cocoanuts, and mixed nuts, and raisins, and fruit, and tea, and coffee, and mineral waters, and lemonade. For two hours the guests ate; their faces red, their elbows wide, the perspiration beading their foreheads.
These were the only words he had spoken the entire evening. He departed; the company was profoundly impressed. About twenty minutes later, when Marcus Schouler was entertaining the guests by eating almonds, shells and all, Mr. Sieppe started to his feet, watch in hand. "Haf-bast elevun," he shouted. "Attention! Der dime haf arrive, shtop eferyting. We depart."
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