The magnet attracting a waif amid forces



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sister carrie by theodore dreiser

 
 


CHAPTER XXXI 
A PET OF GOOD FORTUNE: BROADWAY FLAUNTS ITS JOYS 
The effect of the city and his own situation on Hurstwood was paralleled in 
the case of Carrie, who accepted the things which fortune provided with the 
most genial good-nature. New York, despite her first expression of 
disapproval, soon interested her exceedingly. Its clear atmosphere, more 
populous thoroughfares, and peculiar indifference struck her forcibly. She 
had never seen such a little flat as hers, and yet it soon enlisted her 
affection. The new furniture made an excellent showing, the sideboard 
which Hurstwood himself arranged gleamed brightly. The furniture for each 
room was appropriate, and in the so-called parlour, or front room, was 
installed a piano, because Carrie said she would like to learn to play. She 
kept a servant and developed rapidly in household tactics and information. 
For the first time in her life she felt settled, and somewhat justified in the 
eyes of society as she conceived of it. Her thoughts were merry and innocent 
enough. For a long while she concerned herself over the arrangement of New 
York flats, and wondered at ten families living in one building and all 
remaining strange and indifferent to each other. She also marvelled at the 
whistles of the hundreds of vessels in the harbour—the long, low cries of the 
Sound steamers and ferry-boats when fog was on. The mere fact that these 
things spoke from the sea made them wonderful. She looked much at what 
she could see of the Hudson from her west windows and of the great city 
building up rapidly on either hand. It was much to ponder over, and sufficed 
to entertain her for more than a year without becoming stale. 
For another thing, Hurstwood was exceedingly interesting in his affection for 
her. Troubled as he was, he never exposed his difficulties to her. He carried 
himself with the same self-important air, took his new state with easy 
familiarity, and rejoiced in Carrie's proclivities and successes. Each evening 
he arrived promptly to dinner, and found the little dining-room a most 
inviting spectacle. In a way, the smallness of the room added to its luxury. It 
looked full and replete. The white-covered table was arrayed with pretty 
dishes and lighted with a four-armed candelabra, each light of which was 
topped with a red shade. Between Carrie and the girl the steaks and chops 
came out all right, and canned goods did the rest for a while. Carrie studied 
the art of making biscuit, and soon reached the stage where she could show 
a plate of light, palatable morsels for her labour. 
In this manner the second, third, and fourth months passed. Winter came, 
and with it a feeling that indoors was best, so that the attending of theatres 
was not much talked of. Hurstwood made great efforts to meet all 
expenditures without a show of feeling one way or the other. He pretended 
that he was reinvesting his money in strengthening the business for greater 


ends in the future. He contented himself with a very moderate allowance of 
personal apparel, and rarely suggested anything for Carrie. Thus the first 
winter passed. 
In the second year, the business which Hurstwood managed did increase 
somewhat. He got out of it regularly the $150 per month which he had 
anticipated. Unfortunately, by this time Carrie had reached certain 
conclusions, and he had scraped up a few acquaintances. 
Being of a passive and receptive rather than an active and aggressive 
nature, Carrie accepted the situation. Her state seemed satisfactory enough. 
Once in a while they would go to a theatre together, occasionally in season 
to the beaches and different points about the city, but they picked up no 
acquaintances. Hurstwood naturally abandoned his show of fine manners 
with her and modified his attitude to one of easy familiarity. There were no 
misunderstandings, no apparent differences of opinion. In fact, without 
money or visiting friends, he led a life which could neither arouse jealousy 
nor comment. Carrie rather sympathised with his efforts and thought 
nothing upon her lack of entertainment such as she had enjoyed in Chicago. 
New York as a corporate entity and her flat temporarily seemed sufficient. 
However, as Hurstwood's business increased, he, as stated, began to pick 
up acquaintances. He also began to allow himself more clothes. He 
convinced himself that his home life was very precious to him, but allowed 
that he could occasionally stay away from dinner. The first time he did this 
he sent a message saying that he would be detained. Carrie ate alone, and 
wished that it might not happen again. The second time, also, he sent word, 
but at the last moment. The third time he forgot entirely and explained 
afterwards. These events were months apart, each. 
"Where were you, George?" asked Carrie, after the first absence. 
"Tied up at the office," he said genially. "There were some accounts I had to 
straighten." 
"I'm sorry you couldn't get home," she said kindly. "I was fixing to have such 
a nice dinner." 
The second time he gave a similar excuse, but the third time the feeling 
about it in Carrie's mind was a little bit out of the ordinary. 
"I couldn't get home," he said, when he came in later in the evening, "I was 
so busy." 
"Couldn't you have sent me word?" asked Carrie. 
"I meant to," he said, "but you know I forgot it until it was too late to do any 
good." 
"And I had such a good dinner!" said Carrie. 


Now, it so happened that from his observations of Carrie he began to 
imagine that she was of the thoroughly domestic type of mind. He really 
thought, after a year, that her chief expression in life was finding its natural 
channel in household duties. Notwithstanding the fact that he had observed 
her act in Chicago, and that during the past year he had only seen her 
limited in her relations to her flat and him by conditions which he made, 
and that she had not gained any friends or associates, he drew this peculiar 
conclusion. With it came a feeling of satisfaction in having a wife who could 
thus be content, and this satisfaction worked its natural result. That is, 
since he imagined he saw her satisfied, he felt called upon to give only that 
which contributed to such satisfaction. He supplied the furniture, the 
decorations, the food, and the necessary clothing. Thoughts of entertaining 
her, leading her out into the shine and show of life, grew less and less. He 
felt attracted to the outer world, but did not think she would care to go 
along. Once he went to the theatre alone. Another time he joined a couple of 
his new friends at an evening game of poker. Since his money-feathers were 
beginning to grow again he felt like sprucing about. All this, however, in a 
much less imposing way than had been his wont in Chicago. He avoided the 
gay places where he would be apt to meet those who had known him. 
Now, Carrie began to feel this in various sensory ways. She was not the kind 
to be seriously disturbed by his actions. Not loving him greatly, she could 
not be jealous in a disturbing way. In fact, she was not jealous at all. 
Hurstwood was pleased with her placid manner, when he should have duly 
considered it. When he did not come home it did not seem anything like a 
terrible thing to her. She gave him credit for having the usual allurements of 
men—people to talk to, places to stop, friends to consult with. She was 
perfectly willing that he should enjoy himself in his way, but she did not 
care to be neglected herself. Her state still seemed fairly reasonable, 
however. All she did observe was that Hurstwood was somewhat different. 
Some time in the second year of their residence in Seventy-eighth Street the 
flat across the hall from Carrie became vacant, and into it moved a very 
handsome young woman and her husband, with both of whom Carrie 
afterwards became acquainted. This was brought about solely by the 
arrangement of the flats, which were united in one place, as it were, by the 
dumb-waiter. This useful elevator, by which fuel, groceries, and the like 
were sent up from the basement, and garbage and waste sent down, was 
used by both residents of one floor; that is, a small door opened into it from 
each flat. 
If the occupants of both flats answered to the whistle of the janitor at the 
same time, they would stand face to face when they opened the dumb-waiter 
doors. One morning, when Carrie went to remove her paper, the newcomer, 
a handsome brunette of perhaps twenty-three years of age, was there for a 


like purpose. She was in a night-robe and dressing-gown, with her hair very 
much tousled, but she looked so pretty and good-natured that Carrie 
instantly conceived a liking for her. The newcomer did no more than smile 
shamefacedly, but it was sufficient. Carrie felt that she would like to know 
her, and a similar feeling stirred in the mind of the other, who admired 
Carrie's innocent face. 
"That's a real pretty woman who has moved in next door," said Carrie to 
Hurstwood at the breakfast table. 
"Who are they?" asked Hurstwood. 
"I don't know," said Carrie. "The name on the bell is Vance. Some one over 
there plays beautifully. I guess it must be she." 
"Well, you never can tell what sort of people you're living next to in this 
town, can you?" said Hurstwood, expressing the customary New York 
opinion about neighbours. 
"Just think," said Carrie, "I have been in this house with nine other families 
for over a year and I don't know a soul. These people have been here over a 
month and I haven't seen any one before this morning." 
"It's just as well," said Hurstwood. "You never know who you're going to get 
in with. Some of these people are pretty bad company." 
"I expect so," said Carrie, agreeably. 
The conversation turned to other things, and Carrie thought no more upon 
the subject until a day or two later, when, going out to market, she 
encountered Mrs. Vance coming in. The latter recognised her and nodded, 
for which Carrie returned a smile. This settled the probability of 
acquaintanceship. If there had been no faint recognition on this occasion, 
there would have been no future association. 
Carrie saw no more of Mrs. Vance for several weeks, but she heard her play 
through the thin walls which divided the front rooms of the flats, and was 
pleased by the merry selection of pieces and the brilliance of their rendition. 
She could play only moderately herself, and such variety as Mrs. Vance 
exercised bordered, for Carrie, upon the verge of great art. Everything she 
had seen and heard thus far—the merest scraps and shadows—indicated 
that these people were, in a measure, refined and in comfortable 
circumstances. So Carrie was ready for any extension of the friendship 
which might follow. 
One day Carrie's bell rang and the servant, who was in the kitchen, pressed 
the button which caused the front door of the general entrance on the 
ground floor to be electrically unlatched. When Carrie waited at her own 


door on the third floor to see who it might be coming up to call on her, Mrs. 
Vance appeared. 
"I hope you'll excuse me," she said. "I went out a while ago and forgot my 
outside key, so I thought I'd ring your bell." 
This was a common trick of other residents of the building, whenever they 
had forgotten their outside keys. They did not apologise for it, however. 
"Certainly," said Carrie. "I'm glad you did. I do the same thing sometimes." 
"Isn't it just delightful weather?" said Mrs. Vance, pausing for a moment. 
Thus, after a few more preliminaries, this visiting acquaintance was well 
launched, and in the young Mrs. Vance Carrie found an agreeable 
companion. 
On several occasions Carrie visited her and was visited. Both flats were good 
to look upon, though that of the Vances tended somewhat more to the 
luxurious. 
"I want you to come over this evening and meet my husband," said Mrs. 
Vance, not long after their intimacy began. "He wants to meet you. You play 
cards, don't you?" 
"A little," said Carrie. 
"Well, we'll have a game of cards. If your husband comes home bring him 
over." 
"He's not coming to dinner to-night," said Carrie. 
"Well, when he does come we'll call him in." 
Carrie acquiesced, and that evening met the portly Vance, an individual a 
few years younger than Hurstwood, and who owed his seemingly 
comfortable matrimonial state much more to his money than to his good 
looks. He thought well of Carrie upon the first glance and laid himself out to 
be genial, teaching her a new game of cards and talking to her about New 
York and its pleasures. Mrs. Vance played some upon the piano, and at last 
Hurstwood came. 
"I am very glad to meet you," he said to Mrs. Vance when Carrie introduced 
him, showing much of the old grace which had captivated Carrie. 
"Did you think your wife had run away?" said Mr. Vance, extending his hand 
upon introduction. 
"I didn't know but what she might have found a better husband," said 
Hurstwood. 
He now turned his attention to Mrs. Vance, and in a flash Carrie saw again 
what she for some time had sub-consciously missed in Hurstwood—the 


adroitness and flattery of which he was capable. She also saw that she was 
not well dressed—not nearly as well dressed—as Mrs. Vance. These were not 
vague ideas any longer. Her situation was cleared up for her. She felt that 
her life was becoming stale, and therein she felt cause for gloom. The old 
helpful, urging melancholy was restored. The desirous Carrie was whispered 
to concerning her possibilities. 
There were no immediate results to this awakening, for Carrie had little 
power of initiative; but, nevertheless, she seemed ever capable of getting 
herself into the tide of change where she would be easily borne along. 
Hurstwood noticed nothing. He had been unconscious of the marked 
contrasts which Carrie had observed. He did not even detect the shade of 
melancholy which settled in her eyes. Worst of all, she now began to feel the 
loneliness of the flat and seek the company of Mrs. Vance, who liked her 
exceedingly. 
"Let's go to the matinée this afternoon," said Mrs. Vance, who had stepped 
across into Carrie's flat one morning, still arrayed in a soft pink dressing-
gown, which she had donned upon rising. Hurstwood and Vance had gone 
their separate ways nearly an hour before. 
"All right," said Carrie, noticing the air of the petted and well-groomed 
woman in Mrs. Vance's general appearance. She looked as though she was 
dearly loved and her every wish gratified. "What shall we see?" 
"Oh, I do want to see Nat Goodwin," said Mrs. Vance. "I do think he is the 
jolliest actor. The papers say this is such a good play." 
"What time will we have to start?" asked Carrie. 
"Let's go at one and walk down Broadway from Thirty-fourth Street," said 
Mrs. Vance. "It's such an interesting walk. He's at the Madison Square." 
"I'll be glad to go," said Carrie. "How much will we have to pay for seats?" 
"Not more than a dollar," said Mrs. Vance. 
The latter departed, and at one o'clock reappeared, stunningly arrayed in a 
dark-blue walking dress, with a nobby hat to match. Carrie had gotten 
herself up charmingly enough, but this woman pained her by contrast. She 
seemed to have so many dainty little things which Carrie had not. There 
were trinkets of gold, an elegant green leather purse set with her initials, a 
fancy handkerchief, exceedingly rich in design, and the like. Carrie felt that 
she needed more and better clothes to compare with this woman, and that 
any one looking at the two would pick Mrs. Vance for her raiment alone. It 
was a trying, though rather unjust thought, for Carrie had now developed 
an equally pleasing figure, and had grown in comeliness until she was a 
thoroughly attractive type of her colour of beauty. There was some difference 


in the clothing of the two, both of quality and age, but this difference was 
not especially noticeable. It served, however, to augment Carrie's 
dissatisfaction with her state. 
The walk down Broadway, then as now, was one of the remarkable features 
of the city. There gathered, before the matinée and afterwards, not only all 
the pretty women who love a showy parade, but the men who love to gaze 
upon and admire them. It was a very imposing procession of pretty faces 
and fine clothes. Women appeared in their very best hats, shoes, and gloves, 
and walked arm in arm on their way to the fine shops or theatres strung 
along from Fourteenth to Thirty-fourth streets. Equally the men paraded 
with the very latest they could afford. A tailor might have secured hints on 
suit measurements, a shoemaker on proper lasts and colours, a hatter on 
hats. It was literally true that if a lover of fine clothes secured a new suit, it 
was sure to have its first airing on Broadway. So true and well understood 
was this fact, that several years later a popular song, detailing this and 
other facts concerning the afternoon parade on matinée days, and entitled 
"What Right Has He on Broadway?" was published, and had quite a vogue 
about the music-halls of the city. 
In all her stay in the city, Carrie had never heard of this showy parade; had 
never even been on Broadway when it was taking place. On the other hand, 
it was a familiar thing to Mrs. Vance, who not only knew of it as an entity, 
but had often been in it, going purposely to see and be seen, to create a stir 
with her beauty and dispel any tendency to fall short in dressiness by 
contrasting herself with the beauty and fashion of the town. 
Carrie stepped along easily enough after they got out of the car at Thirty-
fourth Street, but soon fixed her eyes upon the lovely company which 
swarmed by and with them as they proceeded. She noticed suddenly that 
Mrs. Vance's manner had rather stiffened under the gaze of handsome men 
and elegantly dressed ladies, whose glances were not modified by any rules 
of propriety. To stare seemed the proper and natural thing. Carrie found 
herself stared at and ogled. Men in flawless top-coats, high hats, and silver-
headed walking sticks elbowed near and looked too often into conscious 
eyes. Ladies rustled by in dresses of stiff cloth, shedding affected smiles and 
perfume. Carrie noticed among them the sprinkling of goodness and the 
heavy percentage of vice. The rouged and powdered cheeks and lips, the 
scented hair, the large, misty, and languorous eye, were common enough. 
With a start she awoke to find that she was in fashion's crowd, on parade in 
a show place—and such a show place! Jewellers' windows gleamed along the 
path with remarkable frequency. Florist shops, furriers, haberdashers, 
confectioners—all followed in rapid succession. The street was full of 
coaches. Pompous doormen in immense coats, shiny brass belts and 
buttons, waited in front of expensive salesrooms. Coachmen in tan boots, 


white tights, and blue jackets waited obsequiously for the mistresses of 
carriages who were shopping inside. The whole street bore the flavour of 
riches and show, and Carrie felt that she was not of it. She could not, for the 
life of her, assume the attitude and smartness of Mrs. Vance, who, in her 
beauty, was all assurance. She could only imagine that it must be evident to 
many that she was the less handsomely dressed of the two. It cut her to the 
quick, and she resolved that she would not come here again until she looked 
better. At the same time she longed to feel the delight of parading here as an 
equal. Ah, then she would be happy! 

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