The Game eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 68 pages of information about The Game.

“He go many times before der clubs; he get many purses—­ten dollar, fifty dollar, one hundred dollar.  Vat he do?  Tell me dat!  Quit der job at Hansen’s?  Haf der good time vit der boys?  No, no; he iss der good boy.  He vork efery day.  He fight at night before der clubs.  He say, ’Vat for I pay der rent, Silverstein?’—­to me, Silverstein, he say dat.  Nefer mind vat I say, but he buy der good house for der mudder.  All der time he vork at Hansen’s and fight before der clubs to pay for der house.  He buy der piano for der sisters, der carpets, der pictures on der vall.  An’ he iss all der time straight.  He bet on himself—­dat iss der good sign.  Ven der man bets on himself dat is der time you bet too—­”

Here Mrs. Silverstein groaned her horror of gambling, and her husband, aware that his eloquence had betrayed him, collapsed into voluble assurances that he was ahead of the game.  “An’ all because of Joe Fleming,” he concluded.  “I back him efery time to vin.”

But Genevieve and Joe were preeminently mated, and nothing, not even this terrible discovery, could keep them apart.  In vain Genevieve tried to steel herself against him; but she fought herself, not him.  To her surprise she discovered a thousand excuses for him, found him lovable as ever; and she entered into his life to be his destiny, and to control him after the way of women.  She saw his future and hers through glowing vistas of reform, and her first great deed was when she wrung from him his promise to cease fighting.

And he, after the way of men, pursuing the dream of love and striving for possession of the precious and deathless object of desire, had yielded.  And yet, in the very moment of promising her, he knew vaguely, deep down, that he could never abandon the Game; that somewhere, sometime, in the future, he must go back to it.  And he had had a swift vision of his mother and brothers and sisters, their multitudinous wants, the house with its painting and repairing, its street assessments and taxes, and of the coming of children to him and Genevieve, and of his own daily wage in the sail-making loft.  But the next moment the vision was dismissed, as such warnings are always dismissed, and he saw before him only Genevieve, and he knew only his hunger for her and the call of his being to her; and he accepted calmly her calm assumption of his life and actions.

He was twenty, she was eighteen, boy and girl, the pair of them, and made for progeny, healthy and normal, with steady blood pounding through their bodies; and wherever they went together, even on Sunday outings across the bay amongst people who did not know him, eyes were continually drawn to them.  He matched her girl’s beauty with his boy’s beauty, her grace with his strength, her delicacy of line and fibre with the harsher vigor and muscle of the male.  Frank-faced, fresh-colored, almost ingenuous in expression, eyes blue and wide apart, he drew and

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