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InalittledistrictwestofWashingtonSquarethestreetshaveruncrazyandbrokenthemselvesintosmallstripscalled"places。
”These”places”makestrangeanglesandcurves.OneStreetcrossesitselfatimeortwo。
Anartistoncediscoveredavaluablepossibilityinthisstreet。
Supposeacollectorwithabillforpaints,paperandcanvasshould,intraversingthisroute,suddenlymeethimselfcomingback,withoutacenthavingbeenpaidonaccount!
So,toquaintoldGreenwichVillagetheartpeoplesooncameprowling,huntingfornorthwindowsandeighteenth-centurygablesandDutchatticsandlowrents。
ThentheyimportedsomepewtermugsandachafingdishortwofromSixthAvenue,andbecamea”colony.”
Atthetopofasquatty,three-storybrickSueandJohnsyhadtheirstudio."Johnsy”wasfamiliarforJoanna.OnewasfromMaine;theotherfromCalifornia.Theyhadmetatthetabled'hôteofanEighthStreet”Delmonico’s,”andfoundtheirtastesinart,chicorysaladandbishopsleevessocongenialthatthejointstudioresulted.
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";andthen"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