The magnet attracting a waif amid forces



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sister carrie by theodore dreiser

 
 


CHAPTER XXXIII 
WITHOUT THE WALLED CITY: THE SLOPE OF THE YEARS 
The immediate result of this was nothing. Results from such things are 
usually long in growing. Morning brings a change of feeling. The existent 
condition invariably pleads for itself. It is only at odd moments that we get 
glimpses of the misery of things. The heart understands when it is 
confronted with contrasts. Take them away and the ache subsides. 
Carrie went on, leading much this same life for six months thereafter or 
more. She did not see Ames any more. He called once upon the Vances, but 
she only heard about it through the young wife. Then he went West, and 
there was a gradual subsidence of whatever personal attraction had existed. 
The mental effect of the thing had not gone, however, and never would 
entirely. She had an ideal to contrast men by—particularly men close to her. 
During all this time—a period rapidly approaching three years—Hurstwood 
had been moving along in an even path. There was no apparent slope 
downward, and distinctly none upward, so far as the casual observer might 
have seen. But psychologically there was a change, which was marked 
enough to suggest the future very distinctly indeed. This was in the mere 
matter of the halt his career had received when he departed from Chicago. A 
man's fortune or material progress is very much the same as his bodily 
growth. Either he is growing stronger, healthier, wiser, as the youth 
approaching manhood, or he is growing weaker, older, less incisive mentally, 
as the man approaching old age. There are no other states. Frequently there 
is a period between the cessation of youthful accretion and the setting in, in 
the case of the middle-aged man, of the tendency toward decay when the 
two processes are almost perfectly balanced and there is little doing in either 
direction. Given time enough, however, the balance becomes a sagging to 
the grave side. Slowly at first, then with a modest momentum, and at last 
the graveward process is in the full swing. So it is frequently with man's 
fortune. If its process of accretion is never halted, if the balancing stage is 
never reached, there will be no toppling. Rich men are, frequently, in these 
days, saved from this dissolution of their fortune by their ability to hire 
younger brains. These younger brains look upon the interests of the fortune 
as their own, and so steady and direct its progress. If each individual were 
left absolutely to the care of his own interests, and were given time enough 
in which to grow exceedingly old, his fortune would pass as his strength and 
will. He and his would be utterly dissolved and scattered unto the four 
winds of the heavens. 
But now see wherein the parallel changes. A fortune, like a man, is an 
organism which draws to itself other minds and other strength than that 
inherent in the founder. Beside the young minds drawn to it by salaries, it 


becomes allied with young forces, which make for its existence even when 
the strength and wisdom of the founder are fading. It may be conserved by 
the growth of a community or of a state. It may be involved in providing 
something for which there is a growing demand. This removes it at once 
beyond the special care of the founder. It needs not so much foresight now 
as direction. The man wanes, the need continues or grows, and the fortune, 
fallen into whose hands it may, continues. Hence, some men never recognise 
the turning in the tide of their abilities. It is only in chance cases, where a 
fortune or a state of success is wrested from them, that the lack of ability to 
do as they did formerly becomes apparent. Hurstwood, set down under new 
conditions, was in a position to see that he was no longer young. If he did 
not, it was due wholly to the fact that his state was so well balanced that an 
absolute change for the worse did not show. 
Not trained to reason or introspect himself, he could not analyse the change 
that was taking place in his mind, and hence his body, but he felt the 
depression of it. Constant comparison between his old state and his new 
showed a balance for the worse, which produced a constant state of gloom 
or, at least, depression. Now, it has been shown experimentally that a 
constantly subdued frame of mind produces certain poisons in the blood, 
called katastates, just as virtuous feelings of pleasure and delight produce 
helpful chemicals called anastates. The poisons generated by remorse 
inveigh against the system, and eventually produce marked physical 
deterioration. To these Hurstwood was subject. 
In the course of time it told upon his temper. His eye no longer possessed 
that buoyant, searching shrewdness which had characterised it in Adams 
Street. His step was not as sharp and firm. He was given to thinking, 
thinking, thinking. The new friends he made were not celebrities. They were 
of a cheaper, a slightly more sensual and cruder, grade. He could not 
possibly take the pleasure in this company that he had in that of those fine 
frequenters of the Chicago resort. He was left to brood. 
Slowly, exceedingly slowly, his desire to greet, conciliate, and make at home 
these people who visited the Warren Street place passed from him. More and 
more slowly the significance of the realm he had left began to be clear. It did 
not seem so wonderful to be in it when he was in it. It had seemed very easy 
for any one to get up there and have ample raiment and money to spend, 
but now that he was out of it, how far off it became. He began to see as one 
sees a city with a wall about it. Men were posted at the gates. You could not 
get in. Those inside did not care to come out to see who you were. They were 
so merry inside there that all those outside were forgotten, and he was on 
the outside. 


Each day he could read in the evening papers of the doings within this 
walled city. In the notices of passengers for Europe he read the names of 
eminent frequenters of his old resort. In the theatrical column appeared, 
from time to time, announcements of the latest successes of men he had 
known. He knew that they were at their old gayeties. Pullmans were hauling 
them to and fro about the land, papers were greeting them with interesting 
mentions, the elegant lobbies of hotels and the glow of polished dining-
rooms were keeping them close within the walled city. Men whom he had 
known, men whom he had tipped glasses with—rich men, and he was 
forgotten! Who was Mr. Wheeler? What was the Warren Street resort? Bah! 
If one thinks that such thoughts do not come to so common a type of 
mind—that such feelings require a higher mental development—I would 
urge for their consideration the fact that it is the higher mental development 
that does away with such thoughts. It is the higher mental development 
which induces philosophy and that fortitude which refuses to dwell upon 
such things—refuses to be made to suffer by their consideration. The 
common type of mind is exceedingly keen on all matters which relate to its 
physical welfare—exceedingly keen. It is the unintellectual miser who sweats 
blood at the loss of a hundred dollars. It is the Epictetus who smiles when 
the last vestige of physical welfare is removed. 
The time came, in the third year, when this thinking began to produce 
results in the Warren Street place. The tide of patronage dropped a little 
below what it had been at its best since he had been there. This irritated 
and worried him. 
There came a night when he confessed to Carrie that the business was not 
doing as well this month as it had the month before. This was in lieu of 
certain suggestions she had made concerning little things she wanted to 
buy. She had not failed to notice that he did not seem to consult her about 
buying clothes for himself. For the first time, it struck her as a ruse, or that 
he said it so that she would not think of asking for things. Her reply was 
mild enough, but her thoughts were rebellious. He was not looking after her 
at all. She was depending for her enjoyment upon the Vances. 
And now the latter announced that they were going away. It was 
approaching spring, and they were going North. 
"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Vance to Carrie, "we think we might as well give up the 
flat and store our things. We'll be gone for the summer, and it would be a 
useless expense. I think we'll settle a little farther down town when we come 
back." 


Carrie heard this with genuine sorrow. She had enjoyed Mrs. Vance's 
companionship so much. There was no one else in the house whom she 
knew. Again she would be all alone. 
Hurstwood's gloom over the slight decrease in profits and the departure of 
the Vances came together. So Carrie had loneliness and this mood of her 
husband to enjoy at the same time. It was a grievous thing. She became 
restless and dissatisfied, not exactly, as she thought, with Hurstwood, but 
with life. What was it? A very dull round indeed. What did she have? 
Nothing but this narrow, little flat. The Vances could travel, they could do 
the things worth doing, and here she was. For what was she made, anyhow? 
More thought followed, and then tears—tears seemed justified, and the only 
relief in the world. 
For another period this state continued, the twain leading a rather 
monotonous life, and then there was a slight change for the worse. One 
evening, Hurstwood, after thinking about a way to modify Carrie's desire for 
clothes and the general strain upon his ability to provide, said: 
"I don't think I'll ever be able to do much with Shaughnessy." 
"What's the matter?" said Carrie. 
"Oh, he's a slow, greedy 'mick'! He won't agree to anything to improve the 
place, and it won't ever pay without it." 
"Can't you make him?" said Carrie. 
"No; I've tried. The only thing I can see, if I want to improve, is to get hold of 
a place of my own." 
"Why don't you?" said Carrie. 
"Well, all I have is tied up in there just now. If I had a chance to save a while 
I think I could open a place that would give us plenty of money." 
"Can't we save?" said Carrie. 
"We might try it," he suggested. "I've been thinking that if we'd take a 
smaller flat down town and live economically for a year, I would have 
enough, with what I have invested, to open a good place. Then we could 
arrange to live as you want to." 
"It would suit me all right," said Carrie, who, nevertheless, felt badly to think 
it had come to this. Talk of a smaller flat sounded like poverty. 
"There are lots of nice little flats down around Sixth Avenue, below 
Fourteenth Street. We might get one down there." 
"I'll look at them if you say so," said Carrie. 


"I think I could break away from this fellow inside of a year," said 
Hurstwood. "Nothing will ever come of this arrangement as it's going on 
now." 
"I'll look around," said Carrie, observing that the proposed change seemed to 
be a serious thing with him. 
The upshot of this was that the change was eventually effected; not without 
great gloom on the part of Carrie. It really affected her more seriously than 
anything that had yet happened. She began to look upon Hurstwood wholly 
as a man, and not as a lover or husband. She felt thoroughly bound to him 
as a wife, and that her lot was cast with his, whatever it might be; but she 
began to see that he was gloomy and taciturn, not a young, strong, and 
buoyant man. He looked a little bit old to her about the eyes and mouth 
now, and there were other things which placed him in his true rank, so far 
as her estimation was concerned. She began to feel that she had made a 
mistake. Incidentally, she also began to recall the fact that he had 
practically forced her to flee with him. 
The new flat was located in Thirteenth Street, a half block west of Sixth 
Avenue, and contained only four rooms. The new neighbourhood did not 
appeal to Carrie as much. There were no trees here, no west view of the 
river. The street was solidly built up. There were twelve families here, 
respectable enough, but nothing like the Vances. Richer people required 
more space. 
Being left alone in this little place, Carrie did without a girl. She made it 
charming enough, but could not make it delight her. Hurstwood was not 
inwardly pleased to think that they should have to modify their state, but he 
argued that he could do nothing. He must put the best face on it, and let it 
go at that. 
He tried to show Carrie that there was no cause for financial alarm, but only 
congratulation over the chance he would have at the end of the year by 
taking her rather more frequently to the theatre and by providing a liberal 
table. This was for the time only. He was getting in the frame of mind where 
he wanted principally to be alone and to be allowed to think. The disease of 
brooding was beginning to claim him as a victim. Only the newspapers and 
his own thoughts were worth while. The delight of love had again slipped 
away. It was a case of live, now, making the best you can out of a very 
commonplace station in life. 
The road downward has but few landings and level places. The very state of 
his mind, superinduced by his condition, caused the breach to widen 
between him and his partner. At last that individual began to wish that 
Hurstwood was out of it. It so happened, however, that a real estate deal on 


the part of the owner of the land arranged things even more effectually than 
ill-will could have schemed. 
"Did you see that?" said Shaughnessy one morning to Hurstwood, pointing 
to the real estate column in a copy of the "Herald," which he held. 
"No, what is it?" said Hurstwood, looking down the items of news. 
"The man who owns this ground has sold it." 
"You don't say so?" said Hurstwood. 
He looked, and there was the notice. Mr. August Viele had yesterday 
registered the transfer of the lot, 25 × 75 feet, at the corner of Warren and 
Hudson streets, to J. F. Slawson for the sum of $57,000. 
"Our lease expires when?" asked Hurstwood, thinking. "Next February, isn't 
it?" 
"That's right," said Shaughnessy. 
"It doesn't say what the new man's going to do with it," remarked 
Hurstwood, looking back to the paper. 
"We'll hear, I guess, soon enough," said Shaughnessy. 
Sure enough, it did develop. Mr. Slawson owned the property adjoining, and 
was going to put up a modern office building. The present one was to be torn 
down. It would take probably a year and a half to complete the other one. 
All these things developed by degrees, and Hurstwood began to ponder over 
what would become of the saloon. One day he spoke about it to his partner. 
"Do you think it would be worth while to open up somewhere else in the 
neighbourhood?" 
"What would be the use?" said Shaughnessy. "We couldn't get another 
corner around here." 
"It wouldn't pay anywhere else, do you think?" 
"I wouldn't try it," said the other. 
The approaching change now took on a most serious aspect to Hurstwood. 
Dissolution meant the loss of his thousand dollars, and he could not save 
another thousand in the time. He understood that Shaughnessy was merely 
tired of the arrangement, and would probably lease the new corner, when 
completed, alone. He began to worry about the necessity of a new 
connection and to see impending serious financial straits unless something 
turned up. This left him in no mood to enjoy his flat or Carrie, and 
consequently the depression invaded that quarter. 


Meanwhile, he took such time as he could to look about, but opportunities 
were not numerous. More, he had not the same impressive personality 
which he had when he first came to New York. Bad thoughts had put a 
shade into his eyes which did not impress others favourably. Neither had he 
thirteen hundred dollars in hand to talk with. About a month later, finding 
that he had not made any progress, Shaughnessy reported definitely that 
Slawson would not extend the lease. 
"I guess this thing's got to come to an end," he said, affecting an air of 
concern. 
"Well, if it has, it has," answered Hurstwood, grimly. He would not give the 
other a key to his opinions, whatever they were. He should not have the 
satisfaction. 
A day or two later he saw that he must say something to Carrie. 
"You know," he said, "I think I'm going to get the worst of my deal down 
there." 
"How is that?" asked Carrie in astonishment. 
"Well, the man who owns the ground has sold it, and the new owner won't 
re-lease it to us. The business may come to an end." 
"Can't you start somewhere else?" 
"There doesn't seem to be any place. Shaughnessy doesn't want to." 
"Do you lose what you put in?" 
"Yes," said Hurstwood, whose face was a study. 
"Oh, isn't that too bad?" said Carrie. 
"It's a trick," said Hurstwood. "That's all. They'll start another place there all 
right." 
Carrie looked at him, and gathered from his whole demeanour what it 
meant. It was serious, very serious. 
"Do you think you can get something else?" she ventured, timidly. 
Hurstwood thought a while. It was all up with the bluff about money and 
investment. She could see now that he was "broke." 
"I don't know," he said solemnly; "I can try." 

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