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At the office where I went to buy tickets for our journey I was put to worse annoyance. "Why not?" I demanded. "Only married couples," he remarked tersely, and turned away. I told Suzee to go outside, and went to another part of the office, bought my section ticket from another clerk while the first was engaged, and then joined her.
And the band crashed loudly to drown the terrible groaning of the dying horse, struggling in agony on the sand. The bull, sorry rather than otherwise apparently, walked away to another part of the ring, tossing his head in pain as the blood dripped from it. The people clapped delightedly. Suzee seeing all the women about her doing so, put up her little hands and clapped too.
At last, when she grew a little calmer, I held her at arm's length from me and looked at her. "Now, Suzee, I want you to tell me what you are doing in this awful place. How did you get here, to begin with?" "Oh, Mister Treevor, I have had such trouble, such awful trouble, you will never believe; but when I ran when I came to Mrs.
Joy in himself joy in his powers joy in life. I knocked as arranged, and Suzee herself let me in. She had been burning spice, apparently, before one of the idols that stood in each corner of the tea-shop; for the whole place smelt of it. "What have you been doing?" I said. "Holding service here?" "Only burning spice-spills to chase away the evil spirits," replied Suzee. "Are there any here?"
Hat and hair together made her head appear out of proportion to the small, short figure. At last, in despair, I said: "You must alter your hair and do it in a different way. Could you take it down now and roll it up small at the back, do you think?" Suzee gazed on me in mild surprise. "Take my hair down, here and now!
"I am yours not sold yet, I read this through with a feeling of amaze. Suzee had for so long been a forgotten quantity to me, something left in the past of the Alaskan trip, like the stars of the North, that her memory, thrown back suddenly on me like this, startled me. I handed the letter to Viola in silence. She read it through, and then pushed it away from her. "I told you so.
The people cheered and the handkerchiefs were waved, for the President is popular. Suzee sat in the greatest glee beside me. The vast concourse of people, the lavish colour, the loud, gay, strident music, the sea of faces and clapping hands and waving kerchiefs pleased her childish little soul.
We had some tea brought up to us and took it at a little table drawn close to the window, Suzee chattering away to me of the delights of this new big city as big as 'Frisco, she thought. And what gay hats the women wore! She saw them passing underneath. Would I not take her out to the shops and buy a great big white muslin hat like theirs, covered with pink roses?
The light loves of an hour with painted butterflies such as Suzee are well enough, but for life together one must seek and find one's equal, one who sees with the same eyes, who has the same standard as one's own of the fitness of things, in whose veins runs blood of the same quality as one's own. Why had Viola left me? The thought came with a pang of anguish as my heart called out for her.
Very good I found it, though Suzee somewhat disdainfully remarked it was not like China tea; and then returned to the hotel. As I passed through the swing doors with my reclothed and much altered companion, the proprietor came hastily forwards with protestation written on his face. He evidently thought I had erred again and this was another investment.
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