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THE SEMI-MONTHLY MAGAZINE SECTION
I clanging a gong. Jim swung her aboard
!as if she had been a suit ease and paid
■as he entered j the ear went lurching for
ward, .clanging again, and it was all dif
ferent from everyday Seventh avenue and
'Common street-ears, and Carrie forgot she
was angry and cried :
"Jim, i( _an adventure! And are you
going on t he steamer tomorrow ;'''
"No," Jim growled, trying to be so
ciable. "Some day, I guess, perhaps.
If 1 get the job. Let me figure, won't
yon .'''
lie did bta figuring on a long envelope,
and Carrie sal sideways and look d out
of (he window (he way she used lo when
she was little. The car (•:■;. lied hut
Thirty fourth si reel, swept past the great
solemn railroad-station and on and on
down strange, echoing reaches of the
[rreal Avenue. Beyond Twenty-third
street they were in a region when l Carrie
never had been, and at Fourteenth street
■die felt as it' they were in foreign [amis.
"We're pretty far downtown," she
warned at last.
'"Two blocks."
.lim slashed down a tew figure, on the
envelope and stood up with a thumb on
the white button by (he window. The
ear ground and stopped.
'•No, you'll l going to M'xicn! " Carrie
cried as lliev held off before the wind
once more. '"This is the road to Mexico!
And, mv! it 's dark ! ''
hark it was, even in (he Avenue, and
darker in ihe street, where the little brick
houses all had llat-nosed steps, and big,
block-shaped loft buildings were pushed
in between them.
"1 didn't say Mexico,'" Jim said.
•'And I don't stand much chance to get
the job any how.
"Oh, well, Peru, then. Going to I'eiu
-just think ! ''
dim turned into a dark doorway, jiii«.',
ling' his keys; a door clicked and came
open, as black as midnight.
"It is late, Jim," Carrie said. "And
I haven'l gol anybody you I now
uptown looking out for 016."
But she came inside as she said it. so
what she meaid was: "You must n't
kiss me.'' And :
"You're en," Jim answered-, meaning,
" I won 't."
lie (licked open a flaring cigai lighter
and showed her Ihe stairs, and up they
went through the great, dingy, strange
sniellittg place, the only human creatures
in it, with thick darkness before and lie
hind them and big, dead colored shadows
moving on the walls. Ami Carrie took a
long breath and cried:
''It's coining true! Yon 're going to
Peru) That's poetry, Jim. And, say,
it's an advent 11 re! ''
" M-in vee -ah,'' .lim growled. ''Looks
more like work to me. Getting right
down to braßß Lacks.''
II« lit the gas as he said it, and the
words seemed to pop out of the dark just
as the room did. Carrie turned on him
like a flash.
"Why, of course!" she cried. "The
brass tacks of adventure! Don't you see?
And —■ why — .1 im — there ihey are ! ''
It was funny, but there Ihey leere.
They were stuck nil over the place, queer
looking, flat headed, sharp-poinbd brass
tacks, not very big but perfectly real.
Carrie pulled one out of the huge high
table to make -ware of that, and as she
held it in her hand she thought it had a
trim, distinguished, devil -may-care look
that about suited tin adventurer off for
Peru.
Jim laughed with her, stripped off hat,
coat and overcoat without a word, turned
up his cuffs, shook down the little round
coal-stove and loaded it.
"Now, Kiddie," he said, turning to
the table," you rnake'yourself scarce."
"Why. Jim! "
"Oli, don'i gol Just hang around.
Keep on the edge of the crowd, for
there's goin ' to be things doin', believe
- where the devil —"
He wrenched the long envelope out of
his fnllen overcoat, scowled at it, rumpled
his hair, then tenderly unwrapped a great
roll of paper that lav at one end of the
table.
"Come here,'' lie ordered. "Look!
Here's the |)l:tns. Six sheets. 'l'his is
an elevation of ihe front. A picture,
I 'iiless VOL' |ir«ill( b.v mil rrlisiiiK, the llilv«*rtl*er losim.
see,' CM the front of the building;
building, building. Never mind
what building. Now I\o got her all
worked nut and executed reads to Bend,
and she's no good. fair si nil', BCCI
passable -but il ain't gol the punch, Il
ain't big, as we were savin' ;it I Ik' hash
factory. Now, here's (he entrance, seel
■ -where yOU go in. Now, I 'in a goin '
■ — ' Jim's."g's" dropped tike autumn
leaves before the wind of his growing ex
citemenl ■'' I 'in a goin '(o slam a tower
up there Cat'll astonish Ihe natives.
She'll be a hundred let me see BiXtjj
metres is a hundred an' eight J odd feet.
That'll give 'cm soniethiu" to look at.
Not iiiu' like that ever broke loose below
Key West, All Bteel an ' white tile, with
those long const met ion lines wh\,
the} 'II sing I Curves, Little One, curves!
It's never been done. They don "| dale
to! Mul by eiimiuv, we'll show 'em! "
'' Good tor you, .1 tin!
Steel and const ruction lines, curves and
white tile were all as one to Carrie. Mul
she heard that crackling, ''They don'l
dare to and shivered and sin' told
herself that "criminy" wasn't real
swearing, alter all. So she threw off hat
and coai and stood to watch him sketch
and ligure, a. pungent corn cob pipe in
his mouth, a sheaf of yellow pencils at his
elbow. She could nrl take her eyes away
from him, And her hearl sang that he
was an adventurer really, a foot loose
treasure-seeker, with his face toward ihe
shining Andes and nothing to help him
but his own two hands. It was the old
dream coming true. And thin, the tirsl
question she asked hoi smashed her dream
into bits.
•'How much will it cost."' she said,
while he was raking under Ihe couch for
a pile of papers.
"A million, Girlie. A million, gold.''
She thought he was joking. II was
only when he told her again that thi
sickening fear came to her.
" A million dollars! " she breathed.
"And low much how would you bo
paid?"
•'Architecl 's commission. Six per cent
ill t his case sixty t honsand. ' '
Silently, she picked up a pencil and
worked out the sum. She looked up from
the staring "$60,000" to Jim's puzzled
working-face; and I hen the cold, dis
heartening unbelief came to stay. It was
impossible. There was too ninth money
in it. She, too, had tried earning money,
and she knew that il took a great man to
make sixty thousand dollars at once, no
matter what the business was. And .Mm
was no great man; be was only a plain
boy, rather cheeky and decidedly short
tempered.
Her heart went fluttering .again,
though, when she got the elevation In- had
shown her and studied it. It was a pretty
thing, till wreaths and delicate open
work, with columns like silver pencils and
windows like fine lace. She stared at big
jawed, black-browed Jim and wondered
how he could have it in him to draw any
thing so dainty. It was wonderful. But
there was a million dollars in it, a million
dollars! That grim reality of money
seemed to be weighing down like a million
tons of gold, and splintering all the
graceful columns into rubbish.
■'This is bum architecture, Girlie," Jim
groaned, just then, rubbing savagely with
an eraser. "If a real architect ever sees
it, 1 '11 be shot, sure.''
He said it so droll - that Carrie had to
laugh a little.
"No," and he took the pencil out of
his mouth to be more serious. "That's
straight. Why, this stuff is blasphemy.
It's gingerbread. It's Luna Park on a
jag. If that paper there got shown
around New York, I bet ay own boss
would fire me.''
"Have you got a boss, .lim?"
"Why, of course. I told you I was
a draughtsman. Twenty '-five a week. I
do all this stuff on the side, mostly
nights."
"Xights? You poor boy! And I
thought — "
He was too busy to ask what she
thought, and that was lucky; for she was
thinking how she pitied him. This
hustling, head foremost, cheeky, (hrilly
.lim had been found out at last, and he
\ as only ii"' same e..i at I i istaken hi tic
boy that, he always USOd mi he. <i""' he
stood, night after night, building nwnj
at this great palace in iVru and il >^
only a play pain.--, like fho play c,iwTic
i.ll iit in the yarn. She fell SO "> '.\ lor
him thai immediately Bhe hunted for
something lo make him some coffee in.
lie swallowed the colVee, steaming hot.
in three gulps, Bhoved the cup away clal
tering, and lacked down I he big ohwal ion
with thudding big jabs of his thuml
And he di<l M all with sn. h a iii-h, B<l
much in c iiiiesl, so sure ol himself, that
Carrie fell a great gasping hope leap
up, lie might win. I le might and if
he should!
"You're all right," he was saying, as
if bis thoughts i pre a Ihousand miles
away.
He went at the paper, and a minute
later asked, trailing a pencil along a. rule:
'•W'ani togo home.' it's one o'clock."
'• I- - 1 _ like to see the linish, if T
don't bother. Can't I help you. dim,
some how.'"'
••M in m " .1 mi said though! fully.
" You might, al thai. Some of Ihis plan
work is just plain ditch dtggin \ You can
start cross hatching here, if you want 10.
Space jnsl tlie way I have. I'on'l get
100 much ink on. Here's your pen.
There's the 1 ndia ink. Co to il, now!
He was hard at the ideation in no
lime, and Carrie look Ihe queer, bow
legged pen and began patiently drawing
the little thin lines with ; t. When she
had finished her lit lie lines and was wait
ing for more of them to draw, she swept
Ihe (loor. all except the pail \tt\i\vf \2uM
table, and straightened (he blue-prirrtW
and pictures on the dun colored walls, and
then she began on the shatuetul heap of
dishes in the sink. Al home she always
haled dish washing. Muf these dishes were
different; they were Jim's dishes, and so.
Some how, they seemed to belong to her
lo wash.
Ami jiM then, the snap of a. breaking
lead and a growl of mullled swearing
came over the screen from the tabic.
"Stop it!" she called at him gaily, all
her face ill a smile.
"M m yet up," came ih. abstracted
answer; and Carrie laughed to herself
happily, like a canary bird in the sun.
So, when the dishes were done, she
came out to he near him, watching him
work, working fur him whenever there
were any of the thin little lines to be
drawn and there was an endless iiuiu
ber of them, at that speaking whan she
was spoken 10, learning his Pace, getting
his little sore points and his big, mannish
faults all by heart, feeling something ten
dor swell up in her every lime she looked
at him. At length:
"There!" Jim shouted, beginning to
pull out tacks. "That makes five of 'em
fixed. Only one more. Tell me, what
t itne is it .'''
Carrie, standing musing and half
asleep, came awake suddenly.
"It _ half-past five," she said.
"Four hours; four sheets re-drawn.
That's quick work. Hut—oh 1 don'i
know —''
He sank down in a chair and stretched
out his legs, his head at an angle, his
arms hanging loose. Carrie looked at him
dumbly, pitying him. She felt she ought
to have made him sit down before.
" I am afraid of ihe stuff," he said
drearily. "Il 's too romantic. Those
Dagoes like it -Huh! Me an' the Da
goes! (Jive me, that elevation."
He snapped the words out crossly, and
Carrie felt her heart sink. Sometime'
was wrong. Jim ought, not to be nfrn^f
of anything.
" » -
"I- -don't believe I understand,
Jim.
Carrie felt as if she were being choked,
She spoke very low.
'• I mean," and Jim was grimmer than
ever now, " I mean this stuff is bad. Had
architecture, Carrie. I told you the high
broWS would say so. And they're right.
It took us architects four thousand rears
to learn how to build with slone. | can't
stay up over-night ami show the blasted
universe how to build something new with
steel. I I' I ever did gel this shanty here
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