<h3 align="center">CHAPTER XIII</h3><br/><br/>
<p>Bass met Jennie at the depot in Cleveland and
talked hopefully of the prospects. "The first
thing is to get work," he began, while the jingling sounds
and the changing odors which the city thrust upon
her were confusing and almost benumbing her senses.
"Get something to do. It doesn't matter what, so long
as you get something. If you don't get more than three
or four dollars a week, it will pay the rent. Then, with
what George can earn, when he comes, and what Pop
sends, we can get along all right. It'll be better than
being down in that hole," he concluded.</p>
<p>"Yes," said Jennie, vaguely, her mind so hypnotized
by the new display of life about her that she could not
bring it forcibly to bear upon the topic under discussion.
"I know what you mean. I'll get something."</p>
<p>She was much older now, in understanding if not in years.
The ordeal through which she had so recently passed had
aroused in her a clearer conception of the responsibilities
of life. Her mother was always in her mind, her mother
and the children. In particular Martha and Veronica
must have a better opportunity to do for themselves
than she had had. They should be dressed better; they
ought to be kept longer in school; they must have more
companionship, more opportunity to broaden their lives.</p>
<p>Cleveland, like every other growing city at this time,
was crowded with those who were seeking employment.
New enterprises were constantly springing up, but those
who were seeking to fulfil the duties they provided were
invariably in excess of the demand. A stranger coming
to the city might walk into a small position of almost
any kind on the very day he arrived; and he might as
readily wander in search of employment for weeks and
even months. Bass suggested the shops and department
stores as a first field in which to inquire. The factories
and other avenues of employment were to be her second
choice.</p>
<p>"Don't pass a place, though," he had cautioned her,
"if you think there's any chance of getting anything to
do. Go right in."</p>
<p>"What must I say?" asked Jennie, nervously.</p>
<p>"Tell them you want work. You don't care what
you do to begin with."</p>
<p>In compliance with this advice, Jennie set out the very
first day, and was rewarded by some very chilly experiences.
Wherever she went, no one seemed to want any
help. She applied at the stores, the factories, the little
shops that lined the outlying thoroughfares, but was
always met by a rebuff. As a last resource she turned
to housework, although she had hoped to avoid that;
and, studying the want columns, she selected four which
seemed more promising than the others. To these she
decided to apply. One had already been filled when
she arrived, but the lady who came to the door was so
taken by her appearance that she invited her in and
questioned her as to her ability.</p>
<p>"I wish you had come a little earlier," she said. "I
like you better than I do the girl I have taken. Leave
me your address, anyhow."</p>
<p>Jennie went away, smiling at her reception. She was
not quite so youthful looking as she had been before her
recent trouble, but the thinner cheeks and the slightly
deeper eyes added to the pensiveness and delicacy of her
countenance. She was a model of neatness. Her
clothes, all newly cleaned and ironed before leaving
home, gave her a fresh and inviting appearance. There
was growth coming to her in the matter of height, but
already in appearance and intelligence she looked to be a
young woman of twenty. Best of all, she was of that
naturally sunny disposition, which, in spite of toil and
privation, kept her always cheerful. Any one in need of
a servant-girl or house companion would have been
delighted to have had her.</p>
<p>The second place at which she applied was a large
residence in Euclid Avenue; it seemed far too imposing
for anything she might have to offer in the way of services,
but having come so far she decided to make the
attempt. The servant who met her at the door directed
her to wait a few moments, and finally ushered her into
the boudoir of the mistress of the house on the second
floor. The latter, a Mrs. Bracebridge, a prepossessing
brunette of the conventionally fashionable type, had a
keen eye for feminine values and was impressed rather
favorably with Jennie. She talked with her a little
while, and finally decided to try her in the general capacity
of maid.</p>
<p>"I will give you four dollars a week, and you can sleep
here if you wish," said Mrs. Bracebridge.</p>
<p>Jennie explained that she was living with her brother,
and would soon have her family with her.</p>
<p>"Oh, very well," replied her mistress. "Do as you
like about that. Only I expect you to be here promptly."</p>
<p>She wished her to remain for the day and to begin her
duties at once, and Jennie agreed. Mrs. Bracebridge provided
her a dainty cap and apron, and then spent some
little time in instructing her in her duties. Her principal
work would be to wait on her mistress, to brush her hair
and to help her dress. She was also to answer the bell,
wait on the table if need be, and do any other errand
which her mistress might indicate. Mrs. Bracebridge
seemed a little hard and formal to her prospective servant,
but for all that Jennie admired the dash and go and
the obvious executive capacity of her employer.</p>
<p>At eight o'clock that evening Jennie was dismissed for
the day. She wondered if she could be of any use in
such a household, and marveled that she had got along
as well as she had. Her mistress had set her to cleaning
her jewelry and boudoir ornaments as an opening task,
and though she had worked steadily and diligently, she
had not finished by the time she left. She hurried
away to her brother's apartment, delighted to be able
to report that she had found a situation. Now her
mother could come to Cleveland. Now she could have
her baby with her. Now they could really begin that
new life which was to be so much better and finer and
sweeter than anything they had ever had before.</p>
<p>At Bass's suggestion Jennie wrote her mother to come
at once, and a week or so later a suitable house was found
and rented. Mrs. Gerhardt, with the aid of the children,
packed up the simple belongings of the family, including
a single vanload of furniture, and at the end of a fortnight
they were on their way to the new home.</p>
<p>Mrs. Gerhardt always had had a keen desire for a
really comfortable home. Solid furniture, upholstered
and trimmed, a thick, soft carpet of some warm, pleasing
color, plenty of chairs, settees, pictures, a lounge, and a
piano she had wanted these nice things all her life, but
her circumstances had never been good enough for her
hopes to be realized. Still she did not despair. Some
day, maybe, before she died these things would be added
to her, and she would be happy. Perhaps her chance
was coming now.</p>
<p>Arrived at Cleveland, this feeling of optimism was encouraged
by the sight of Jennie's cheerful face. Bass
assured her that they would get along all right. He took
them out to the house, and George was shown the way to
go back to the depot and have the freight looked after.
Mrs. Gerhardt had still fifty dollars left out of the money
which Senator Brander had sent to Jennie, and with this
a way of getting a little extra furniture on the instalment
plan was provided. Bass had already paid the first
month's rent, and Jennie had spent her evenings for the
last few days in washing the windows and floors of this
new house and in getting it into a state of perfect cleanliness.
Now, when the first night fell, they had two new
mattresses and comfortables spread upon a clean floor;
a new lamp, purchased from one of the nearby stores,
a single box, borrowed by Jennie from a grocery store,
for cleaning purposes, upon which Mrs. Gerhardt could
sit, and some sausages and bread to stay them until
morning. They talked and planned for the future until
nine o'clock came, when all but Jennie and her mother
retired. These two talked on, the burden of responsibilities
resting on the daughter. Mrs. Gerhardt had
come to feel in a way dependent upon her.</p>
<p>In the course of a week the entire cottage was in
order, with a half-dozen pieces of new furniture, a new
carpet, and some necessary kitchen utensils. The most
disturbing thing was the need of a new cooking-stove,
the cost of which added greatly to the bill. The younger
children were entered at the public school, but it was
decided that George must find some employment. Both
Jennie and her mother felt the injustice of this keenly,
but knew no way of preventing the sacrifice.</p>
<p>"We will let him go to school next year if we can,"
said Jennie.</p>
<p>Auspiciously as the new life seemed to have begun, the
closeness with which their expenses were matching their
income was an ever-present menace. Bass, originally
very generous in his propositions, soon announced that
he felt four dollars a week for his room and board to be
a sufficient contribution from himself. Jennie gave
everything she earned, and protested that she did not
stand in need of anything, so long as the baby was
properly taken care of. George secured a place as an
overgrown cash-boy, and brought in two dollars and
fifty cents a week, all of which, at first, he gladly contributed.
Later on he was allowed the fifty cents for
himself as being meet and just. Gerhardt, from his
lonely post of labor, contributed five dollars by mail,
always arguing that a little money ought to be saved in
order that his honest debts back in Columbus might be
paid. Out of this total income of fifteen dollars a week
all of these individuals had to be fed and clothed, the
rent paid, coal purchased, and the regular monthly
instalment of three dollars paid on the outstanding
furniture bill of fifty dollars.</p>
<p>How it was done, those comfortable individuals, who
frequently discuss the social aspects of poverty, might
well trouble to inform themselves. Rent, coal, and light
alone consumed the goodly sum of twenty dollars a
month; food, another unfortunately necessary item,
used up twenty-five more; clothes, instalments, dues,
occasional items of medicine and the like, were met out
of the remaining eleven dollars—how, the ardent imagination
of the comfortable reader can guess. It was done,
however, and for a time the hopeful members considered
that they were doing fairly well.</p>
<p>During this period the little family presented a picture
of honorable and patient toil, which was interesting to
contemplate. Every day Mrs. Gerhardt, who worked
like a servant and who received absolutely no compensation
either in clothes, amusements, or anything
else, arose in the morning while the others slept, and
built the fire. Then she took up the task of getting the
breakfast. Often as she moved about noiselessly in her
thin, worn slippers, cushioned with pieces of newspaper
to make them fit, she looked in on Jennie, Bass, and
George, wrapped in their heavy slumbers, and with that
divine sympathy which is born in heaven she wished
that they did not need to rise so early or to work so
hard. Sometimes she would pause before touching her
beloved Jennie, gaze at her white face, so calm in sleep,
and lament that life had not dealt more kindly with her.
Then she would lay her hand gently upon her shoulder
and whisper, "Jennie, Jennie," until the weary sleeper
would wake.</p>
<p>When they arose breakfast was always ready. When
they returned at night supper was waiting. Each of the
children received a due share of Mrs. Gerhardt's attention.
The little baby was closely looked after by her.
She protested that she needed neither clothes nor shoes
so long as one of the children would run errands for her.</p>
<p>Jennie, of all the children, fully understood her mother;
she alone strove, with the fullness of a perfect affection,
to ease her burden.</p>
<p>"Ma, you let me do this."</p>
<p>"Now, ma, I'll 'tend to that."</p>
<p>"You go sit down, ma."</p>
<p>These were the every-day expressions of the enduring
affection that existed between them. Always there was
perfect understanding between Jennie and her mother,
and as the days passed this naturally widened and
deepened. Jennie could not bear to think of her as
being always confined to the house. Daily she thought
as she worked of that humble home where her mother
was watching and waiting. How she longed to give
her those comforts which she had always craved!</p>
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