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ThatwasinMay。
InNovemberacold,unseenstranger,whomthedoctorscalledPneumonia,stalkedaboutthecolony,touchingonehereandtherewithhisicyfingers.Overontheeastsidethisravagerstrodeboldly,smitinghisvictimsbyscores,buthisfeettrodslowlythroughthemazeofthenarrowandmoss—grown"
places."
Mr.Pneumoniawasnotwhatyouwouldcallachivalricoldgentleman。
AmiteofalittlewomanwithbloodthinnedbyCaliforniazephyrswashardlyfairgameforthered—fisted,short—breathedoldduffer.ButJohnsyhesmote;
andshelay,scarcelymoving,onherpaintedironbedstead,lookingthroughthesmallDutchwindow-panesattheblanksideofthenextbrickhouse.
OnemorningthebusydoctorinvitedSueintothehallwaywithashaggy,greyeyebrow.
"
Shehasonechancein—letussay,ten,”hesaid,asheshookdownthemercuryinhisclinicalthermometer.”Andthatchanceisforhertowanttolive。
Thiswaypeoplehaveoflining—uonthesideoftheundertakermakestheentirepharmacopoeialooksilly。
Yourlittleladyhasmadeuphermindthatshe'
snotgoingtogetwell。
Hassheanythingonhermind?
"
”She-shewantedtopainttheBayofNaplessomeday."
saidSue.
Paint?
-bosh!
Hassheanythingonhermindworththinkingtwice-amanforinstance?
”
Aman?
saidSue,withajew’s—harptwanginhervoice.”Isamanworth—but,no,doctor;
thereisnothingofthekind。
Well,itistheweakness,then,”saidthedoctor。
”Iwilldoallthatscience,sofarasitmayfilterthroughmyefforts,canaccomplish.ButwhenevermypatientbeginstocountthecarriagesinherfuneralprocessionIsubtract50percentfromthecurativepowerofmedicines。
IfyouwillgethertoaskonequestionaboutthenewwinterstylesincloaksleevesIwillpromiseyouaone—in—fivechanceforher,insteadofoneinten。
AfterthedoctorhadgoneSuewentintotheworkroomandcriedaJapanesenapkintoapulp.ThensheswaggeredintoJohnsy'
sroomwithherdrawingboard,whistlingragtime.
Johnsylay,scarcelymakingarippleunderthebedclothes,withherfacetowardthewindow.Suestoppedwhistling,thinkingshewasasleep.
Shearrangedherboardandbeganapen-and—inkdrawingtoillustrateamagazinestory.YoungartistsmustpavetheirwaytoArtbydrawingpicturesformagazinestoriesthatyoungauthorswritetopavetheirwaytoLiterature.
AsSuewassketchingapairofeleganthorseshowridingtrousersandamonocleofthefigureofthehero,anIdahocowboy,sheheardalowsound,severaltimesrepeated.Shewentquicklytothebedside.
Johnsy'
seyeswereopenwide。
Shewaslookingoutthewindowandcounting—countingbackward.
Twelve,"
shesaid,andlittlelater”eleven"
;
andthen"
ten,"
and"
nine"
;
eight"
and”seven”,almosttogether.
Suelooksolicitouslyoutofthewindow.Whatwastheretocount?
Therewasonlyabare,drearyyardtobeseen,andtheblanksideofthebrickhousetwentyfeetaway。
Anold,oldivyvine,gnarledanddecayedattheroots,climbedhalfwayupthebrickwall。
Thecoldbreathofautumnhadstrickenitsleavesfromthevineuntilitsskeletonbranchesclung,almostbare,tothecrumblingbricks.
Whatisit,dear?
”askedSue。
Six,"
saidJohnsy,inalmostawhisper。
"
They’refallingfasternow。
Threedaysagotherewerealmostahundred.Itmademyheadachetocountthem。
Butnowit'
seasy.Theregoesanotherone。
Thereareonlyfiveleftnow。
Fivewhat,dear?
TellyourSudie。
Leaves。
Ontheivyvine.WhenthelastonefallsImustgo,too。
I’veknownthatforthreedays.Didn’tthedoctortellyou?
”Oh,Ineverheardofsuchnonsense,”complainedSue,withmagnificentscorn。
Whathaveoldivyleavestodowithyourgettingwell?
Andyouusedtolovethatvineso,younaughtygirl.Don’tbeagoosey.Why,thedoctortoldmethismorningthatyourchancesforgettingwellrealsoonwere—let'
sseeexactlywhathesaid-hesaidthechancesweretentoone!
Why,that'
salmostasgoodachanceaswehaveinNewYorkwhenwerideonthestreetcarsorwalkpastanewbuilding。
Trytotakesomebrothnow,andletSudiegobacktoherdrawing,soshecanselltheeditormanwithit,andbuyportwineforhersickchild,andporkchopsforhergreedyself。
Youneedn'
tgetanymorewine,”saidJohnsy,keepinghereyesfixedoutthewindow。
”Theregoesanother.No,Idon’twantanybroth.Thatleavesjustfour.Iwanttoseethelastonefallbeforeitgetsdark.ThenI’llgo,too.”
”Johnsy,dear,"
saidSue,bendingoverher,”willyoupromisemetokeepyoureyesclosed,andnotlookoutthewindowuntilIamdoneworking?
Imusthandthosedrawingsinbyto-morrow.Ineedthelight,orIwoulddrawtheshadedown。
Couldn'
tyoudrawintheotherroom?
”askedJohnsy,coldly。
”I’dratherbeherebyyou,”saidSue。
Beside,Idon'
twantyoutokeeplookingatthosesillyivyleaves."
Tellmeassoonasyouhavefinished,"
saidJohnsy,closinghereyes,andlyingwhiteandstillasfallenstatue,"
becauseIwanttoseethelastonefall.I’mtiredofwaiting.I’mtiredofthinking.Iwanttoturnloosemyholdoneverything,andgosailingdown,down,justlikeoneofthosepoor,tiredleaves。
Trytosleep,”saidSue。
ImustcallBehrmanuptobemymodelfortheoldhermitminer。
I’llnotbegoneaminute。
Don'
ttrytomove'
tilIcomeback。
OldBehrmanwasapainterwholivedonthegroundfloorbeneaththem.HewaspastsixtyandhadaMichaelAngelo’sMosesbeardcurlingdownfromtheheadofasatyralongwiththebodyofanimp.Behrmanwasafailureinart.FortyyearshehadwieldedthebrushwithoutgettingnearenoughtotouchthehemofhisMistress'
srobe。
Hehadbeenalwaysabouttopaintamasterpiece,buthadneveryetbegunit.Forseveralyearshehadpaintednothingexceptnowandthenadaubinthelineofcommerceoradvertising.Heearnedalittlebyservingasamodeltothoseyoungartistsinthecolonywhocouldnotpaythepriceofaprofessional.Hedrankgintoexcess,andstilltalkedofhiscomingmasterpiece.Fortheresthewasafiercelittleoldman,whoscoffedterriblyatsoftnessinanyone,andwhoregardedhimselfasespecialmastiff-in-waitingtoprotectthetwoyoungartistsinthestudioabove.
SuefoundBehrmansmellingstronglyofjuniperberriesinhisdimlylighteddenbelow.Inonecornerwasablankcanvasonaneaselthathadbeenwaitingtherefortwenty-fiveyearstoreceivethefirstlineofthemasterpiece。
ShetoldhimofJohnsy'
sfancy,andhowshefearedshewould,indeed,lightandfragileasaleafherself,floataway,whenherslightholdupontheworldgrewweaker。
OldBehrman,withhisredeyesplainlystreaming,shoutedhiscontemptandderisionforsuchidioticimaginings。
”Vass!
hecried."
Isderepeopleindeworldmitderfoolishnesstodiebecauseleafsdeydropofffromaconfoundedvine?
Ihafnotheardofsuchathing.No,Iwillnotboseasamodelforyourfoolhermit—dunderhead。
Vydoyouallowdotsillypusinesstocomeinderbrainofher?
Ach,dotpoorleetleMissYohnsy。
Sheisveryillandweak,"
saidSue,”andthefeverhaslefthermindmorbidandfullofstrangefancies.Verywell,Mr.Behrman,ifyoudonotcaretoposeforme,youneedn'
t.ButIthinkyouareahorridold—oldflibbertigibbet。
Youarejustlikeawoman!
”yelledBehrman."
WhosaidIwillnotbose?
Goon.Icomemityou.ForhalfanhourIhafpeentryingtosaydotIamreadytobose.Gott!
disisnotanyblaceinwhichonesogootasMissYohnsyshallliesick.SomedayIvillbaintamasterpiece,andveshallallgoaway.Gott!
yes。
Johnsywassleepingwhentheywentupstairs。
Suepulledtheshadedowntothewindow-sill,andmotionedBehrmanintotheotherroom.Intheretheypeeredoutthewindowfearfullyattheivyvine.Thentheylookedateachotherforamomentwithoutspeaking。
Apersistent,coldrainwasfalling,mingledwithsnow。
Behrman,inhisoldblueshirt,tookhisseatasthehermitmineronanupturnedkettleforarock.
WhenSueawokefromanhour'
ssleepthenextmorningshefoundJohnsywithdull,wide—openeyesstaringatthedrawngreenshade。
”Pullitup;
Iwanttosee,”sheordered,inawhisper.
WearilySueobeyed。
But,lo!
afterthebeatingrainandfiercegustsofwindthathadenduredthroughthelivelongnight,thereyetstoodoutagainstthebrickwalloneivyleaf。
Itwasthelastoneonthevine。
Stilldarkgreennearitsstem,withitsserratededgestintedwiththeyellowofdissolutionanddecay,ithungbravelyfromthebranchsometwentyfeetabovetheground.
”Itisthelastone,"
saidJohnsy."
Ithoughtitwouldsu
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