the dwelling place of ligh-第4章

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was　the　memory　of　a　seaside　village；　the　scene　of　one　of　the　brief　sojourns　of
her　childhood；　where　the　air　was　fragrant　with　the　breath　of　salt　marshes；
where　she　recalled；　through　the　vines　of　a　porch；　a　shining　glimpse　of　the　sea
at　the　end　of　a　little　street。。。。

Next　to　Pappas　Brothers　was　the　grey　wooden　building　of　Mule　Spinners'　Hall；
that　elite　organization　of　skilled　labour；　and　underneath　it　the　store　of
Johnny　Tiernan；　its　windows　piled　up　with　stoves　and　stovepipes；　sheet　iron　and
cooking　utensils。　　Mr。　Tiernan；　like　the　Greeks；　was　happy；　too：　unlike　the
Greeks；　he　never　appeared　to　be　busy；　and　yet　he　throve。　　He　was　very　proud　of
the　business　in　which　he　had　invested　his　savings；　but　he　seemed　to　have　other
affairs　lying　blithely　on　his　mind；　affairs　of　moment　to　the　community；　as　the
frequent　presence　of　the　huge　policemen；　aldermen；　and　other　important　looking
persons　bore　witness。　　He　hailed　by　name　Italians；　Greeks；　Belgians；　Syrians；
and　〃French〃；　he　hailed　Janet；　too；　with　respectful　cheerfulness；　taking　off
his　hat。　　He　possessed　the　rare；　warm　vitality　that　is　irresistible。　　A　native
of　Hampton；　still　in　his　thirties；　his　sharp　little　nose　and　twinkling　blue
eyes　proclaimed　the　wisdom　that　is　born　and　not　made；　his　stiff　hair　had　a
twist　like　the　bristles　in　the　cleaning　rod　of　a　gun。

He　gave　Janet　the　odd　impression　that　he　understood　her。　　And　she　did　not
understand　herself！

By　the　time　she　reached　the　Common　the　winter　sun；　as　though　red　from　exertion；
had　begun　to　dispel　the　smoke　and　heavy　morning　mists。　　She　disliked　winter；
the　lumpy　brown　turf　mildewed　by　the　frost；　but　one　day　she　was　moved　by　a
quality；　hitherto　unsuspected；　in　the　delicate　tracery　against　the　sky　made　by
the　slender　branches　of　the　great　elms　and　maples。　　She　halted　on　the　pavement；
her　eyes　raised；　heedless　of　passers…by；　feeling　within　her　a　throb　of　the
longing　that　could　be　so　oddly　and　unexpectedly　aroused。

Her　way　lay　along　Faber　Street；　the　main　artery　of　Hampton；　a　wide　strip　of
asphalt　threaded　with　car　tracks；　lined　on　both　sides　with　incongruous　edifices
indicative　of　a　rapid；　undiscriminating；　and　artless　prosperity。　　There　were
long　stretches　of　〃ten　foot〃　buildings；　so　called　on　account　of　the　single
story；　their　height　deceptively　enhanced　by　the　superimposition　of　huge　and
gaudy　signs；　one　on　top　of　another；　announcing　the　merits　of　〃Stewart's
Amberine　Ale；〃　of　〃Cooley's　Oats；　the　Digestible　Breakfast　Food；〃　of
graphophones　and　〃spring　heeled〃　shoes；　tobacco；　and　naphtha　soaps。　　〃No；　We
don't　give　Trading　Stamps；　Our　Products　are　Worth　all　You　Pay。〃　　These　〃ten
foot〃　stores　were　the　repositories　of　pianos；　automobiles；　hardware；　and
millinery；　and　interspersed　amongst　them　were　buildings　of　various　heights；　The
Bagatelle；　where　Lise　worked；　the　Wilmot　Hotel；　office　buildings；　and　an
occasional　relic　of　old　Hampton；　like　that　housing　the　Banner。　　Here；　during
those　months　when　the　sun　made　the　asphalt　soft；　on　a　scaffolding　spanning　the
window　of　the　store；　might　be　seen　a　perspiring　young　man　in　his　shirt　sleeves
chalking　up　baseball　scores　for　the　benefit　of　a　crowd　below。　　Then　came　the
funereal；　liver…coloured；　long…windowed　Hinckley　Block　（1872）；　and　on　the
corner　a　modern；　glorified　drugstore　thrusting　forth　plate　glass　baystwo　on
Faber　Street　and　three　on　Stanleyfilled　with　cameras　and　candy；　hot　water
bags；　throat　sprays；　catarrh　and　kidney　cures；　calendars；　fountain　pens；
stationery；　and　handy　alcohol　lamps。　　Flanking　the　sidewalks；　symbolizing　and
completing　the　heterogeneous　and　bewildering　effect　of　the　street　were　long
rows　of　heavy　hemlock　trunks；　unpainted　and　stripped　of　bark；　with　crosstrees
bearing　webs　of　wires。　　Trolley　cars　rattled　along；　banging　their　gongs；　trucks
rumbled　across　the　tracks；　automobiles　uttered　frenzied　screeches　behind
startled　pedestrians。　　Janet　was　always　galvanized　into　alertness　here；　Faber
Street　being　no　place　to　dream。　　By　night　an　endless　procession　moved　up　one
sidewalk　and　down　another；　staring　hypnotically　at　the　flash…in　and　flash…out
electric；　signs　that　kept　the　breakfast　foods　and　ales；　the　safety　razors；
soaps；　and　soups　incessantly　in　the　minds　of　a　fickle　public。

Two　blocks　from　Faber　Street　was　the　North　Canal；　with　a　granite…paved　roadway
between　it　and　the　monotonous　row　of　company　boarding　houses。　　Even　in　bright
weather　Janet　felt　a　sense　of　oppression　here；　on　dark；　misty　mornings　the
stern；　huge　battlements　of　the　mills　lining　the　farther　bank　were　menacing
indeed；　bristling　with　projections；　towers；　and　chimneys；　flanked　by　heavy
walls。　　Had　her　experience　included　Europe；　her　imagination　might　have　seized
the　medieval　parallel；the　arched　bridges　flung　at　intervals　across　the　water；
lacking　only　chains　to　raise　them　in　case　of　siege。　　The　place　was　always
ominously　suggestive　of　impending　strife。　　Janet's　soul　was　a　sensitive
instrument；　but　she　suffered　from　an　inability　to　find　parallels；　and　thus　to
translate　her　impressions　intellectually。　　Her　feeling　about　the　mills　was　that
they　were　at　once　fortress　and　prison；　and　she　a　slave　driven　thither　day　after
day　by　an　all…compelling　power；　as　much　a　slave　as　those　who　trooped　in　through
the　gates　in　the　winter　dawn；　and　wore　down；　four　times　a　day；　the　oak　treads
of　the　circular　tower　stairs。

The　sound　of　the　looms　was　like　heavy　rain　hissing　on　the　waters　of　the　canal。

The　administrative　offices　of　a　giant　mill　such　as　the　Chippering　in　Hampton
are　labyrinthine。　　Janet　did　not　enter　by　the　great　gates　her　father　kept；　but
walked　through　an　open　courtyard　into　a　vestibule　where；　day　and　night；　a
watchman　stood；　she　climbed　iron…shod　stairs；　passed　the　doorway　leading　to　the
paymaster's　suite；　to　catch　a　glimpse；　behind　the　grill；　of　numerous　young　men
settling　down　at　those　mysterious　and　complicated　machines　that　kept　so
unerring　a　record；　in　dollars　and　cents；　of　the　human　labour　of　the　operatives。
There　were　other　suites　for　the　superintendents；　for　the　purchasing　agent；　and
at　the　end　of　the　corridor；　on　the　south　side　of　the　mill；　she　entered　the
outer　of　the　two　rooms　reserved　for　Mr。　Claude　Ditmar；　the　Agent　and　general…
in…chief　himself　of　this　vast　establishment。　　In　this　outer　office；　behind　the
rail　that　ran　the　length　of　it；　Janet　worked；　from　the　window　where　her
typewriter　stood　was　a　sheer　drop　of　eighty　feet　or　so　to　the　river；　which　ran
here　swiftly　through　a　wide　canon　whose　sides　were　formed　by　miles　and　miles　of
mills；　built　on　buttressed　stone　walls　to　retain　the　banks。　　The　prison…like
buildings　on　the　farther　shore　were　also　of　colossal　size；　casting　their
shadows　far　out　into　the　waters；　while　in　the　distance；　up　and　down　the　stream；
could　be　seen　the　delicate　web　of　the　Stanley　and　Warren　Street　bridges；　with
trolley　cars　like　toys　gliding　over　them；　with　insect　pedestrians　creeping
along　the　footpaths。

Mr。　Ditmar's　immediate　staff　consisted　of　Mr。　Price；　an　elderly　bachelor　of
tried　efficiency　whose　peculiar　genius　lay　in　computation；　of　a　young　Mr。
Caldwell　who；　during　the　four　years　since　he　had　left　Harvard；　had　been
learning　the　textile　industry；　of　Miss　Ottway；　and　Janet。　　Miss　Ottway　was　the
agent's　private　stenographer；　a　strongly　built；　capable　woman　with　immense
reserves　seemingly　inexhaustible。　　She　had　a　deep；　masculine　voice；　not
unmusical；　the　hint　of　a　masculine　moustache；　a　masculine　manner　of　taking　to
any　job　that　came　to　hand。　　Nerves　were　things　unknown　to　her：　she　was　granite；
Janet　tempered　steel。　　Janet　was　the　second　stenographer；　and　performed；
besides；　any　odd　tasks　that　might　be　assigned。

There　were；　in　the　various　offices　of　the　superintendents；　the　paymaster　and
purchasing　agent；　other　young　women　stenographers　whose　companionship　Janet；
had　she　been　differently　organized；　might　have　found　congenial；　but　something
in　her　refused　to　dissolve　to　their　proffered　friendship。　　She　had　but　one
friend；if　Eda　Rawle；　who　worked　in　a　bank；　and　whom　she　had　met　at　a　lunch
counter　by　accident；　may　be　called　so。　　As　has　been　admirably　said　in　another
language；　one　kisses；　the　other　offers　a　cheek：　Janet　offered　the　cheek。　　All
unconsciou