The Wolfs Long Howl | Page 3

a sufficiently unselfish way to resist. He even sought to
conceal his depth of feeling under a disguise of lightness. He admitted
that in his present frame of mind he ought to be with her as much as
possible, as then, if ever, he stood in need of a sure antidote for the
blues, and with a half-hearted jest he closed the conversation, and after
that call merely kept away from her. It was hard for him, and as hard
for her; but if he had honor, she had pride. So they drifted apart, each
suffering.

Who shall describe with a just portrayal of its agony the inner life of
the reasonably strong man who feels that he is somehow going down
hill in the world, who becomes convinced that he is a failure, and who
struggles almost hopelessly! George Henry went down hill, though
setting his heels as deeply as he could. His later plans failed, and there
came a time when his strait was sore indeed--the time when he had not
even the money with which to meet the current expenses of a modest
life. To one vulgar or dishonest this is bad; to one cultivated and
honorable it is far worse. George Henry chanced to come under the
latter classification, and so it was that to him poverty assumed a phase
especially acute, and affected him both physically and mentally.
His first experience was bitter. He had never been an extravagant man,
but he liked to be well dressed, and had remained so for a time after his
business plans had failed. He was not a gormand, but he had continued
to live well. Now, with almost nothing left to live upon, he must go
shabby, and cease to tickle his too fastidious palate. He must buy
nothing new to wear, and must live at the cheapest of the restaurants.
He felt a sort of Spartan satisfaction when this resolve had been fairly
reached, but no enthusiasm. It required great resolution on his part
when, for the first time, he entered a restaurant the sign in front of
which bore the more or less alluring legend, "Meals fifteen cents."
George Henry loved cleanliness, and the round table at which he found
a seat bore a cloth dappled in various ways. His sense of smell was
delicate, and here came to him from the kitchen, separated from the
dining-room by only a thin partition, a combination of odors, partly
vegetable, partly flesh and fish, which gave him a new sensation. A
faintness came upon him, and he envied those eating at other tables.
They had no qualms; upon their faces was the hue of health, and they
were eating as heartily as the creatures of the field or forest do, and
with as little prejudice against surroundings. George Henry tried to
philosophize again and to be like these people, but he failed. He noted
before him on the table a jar of that abject stuff called carelessly either
"French" or "German" mustard, stale and crusted, and remembered that
once at a dinner he had declared that the best test of a gentleman, of
one who knew how to live, was to learn whether he used pure,

wholesome English mustard or one of these mixed abominations. His
ears felt pounding into them a whirlwind of street talk larded with slang.
He ordered sparingly. He did not like it when the waiter, with a yell,
translated his modest order of fried eggs and coffee into "Fried,
turned," and "Draw one," and he liked it less when the food came and
he found the eggs limed and the coffee muddy. He ate little, and left the
place depressed. "I can't stand this," he muttered, "that's as sure as God
made little apples."
His own half-breathed utterance of this expression startled the man.
The simile he had used was a repetition of what he had just heard in a
conversation between men at an adjoining table in the restaurant. He
had often heard the expression before, but had certainly never utilized it
personally. "The food must be affecting me already," he said bitterly,
and then wandered off unconsciously into an analysis of the metaphor.
It puzzled him. He could not understand why the production of little
apples by the Deity had seemed to the person who at some time in the
past had first used this expression as an illustration of a circumstance
more assured than the production of big apples by the same power, or
of the evolution of potatoes or any other fruit or vegetable, big or little.
His foolish fancies in this direction gave him the mental relief he
needed. When he awoke to himself again the restaurant was a memory,
and he, having recovered something of his tone, resolved to