But Etta needed no consolation. "Ever so much better off," she promptly assented. "Mother hasn't cared about living since we had to give up our little home and become tenement house people. And she was right."
As to Brashear, they learned that he was ill; but they did not learn until evening that he was dying of pneumonia. The two girls and Ashbel were admitted to the ward where he lay—one of a long line of sufferers in bare, clean little beds. Screens were drawn round his bed because he was dying. He had been suffering torments from the savage assaults of the pneumonia; but the pain had passed away now, so he said, though the dreadful sound of his breathing made Susan's heart flutter and her whole body quiver.
"Do you want a preacher or a priest?" asked the nurse.
"Neither," replied the old man in gasps and whispers. "If there is a God he'll never let anybody from this hell of a world into his presence. They might tell him the truth about himself."
"Oh, father, father!" pleaded Etta, and Ashbel burst into a fit of hysterical and terrified crying.
The old man turned his dying eyes on Susan. He rested a few minutes, fixing her gaze upon his with a hypnotic stare. Then he began again:
"You've got somethin' more'n a turnip on your shoulders. Listen to me. There was a man named Jesus once"—gasp—gasp—"You've heard about him, but you don't know about him"—gasp—gasp—"I'll tell you—listen. He was a low fellow—a workin' man—same trade as mine—born without a father—born in a horse trough—in a stable"—gasp—gasp—
Susan leaned forward. "Born without a father," she murmured, her eyes suddenly bright.
"That's him. Listen"—gasp—gasp—gasp—"He was a big feller—big brain—big heart—the biggest man that ever lived"—gasp—gasp—gasp—gas—"And he looked at this here hell of a world from the outside, he being an outcast and a low-down common workingman. And he saw—he did——
"Yes, he saw!"—gasp—gasp—gasp—"And he said all men were brothers—and that they'd find it out some day. He saw that this world was put together for the strong and the cruel—that they could win out—and make the rest of us work for 'em for what they chose to give—like they work a poor ignorant horse for his feed and stall in a dirty stable——"gasp—gasp—gasp—