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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Bought and Paid For, by Arthur Hornblow
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+Title: Bought and Paid For
+       From the Play of George Broadhurst
+
+Author: Arthur Hornblow
+
+Release Date: July 8, 2005 [EBook #16249]
+Last updated: January 3, 2009
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOUGHT AND PAID FOR ***
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+Produced by Charles Aldarondo, Carol David, Joshua
+Hutchinson and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team
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+[Illustration: WITHOUT FURTHER ARGUMENT, HE SEIZED HOLD OF HER. PAGE
+234.]
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+
+BOUGHT AND
+PAID FOR
+
+_A Story of To-day_
+
+From the Play of
+GEORGE BROADHURST
+by
+ARTHUR HORNBLOW
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS FROM
+SCENES IN THE PLAY
+
+NEW YORK
+GROSSET & DUNLAP
+PUBLISHERS
+
+
+
+
+Copyright, 1912, by
+G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY
+
+_Bought and Paid For_
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER               PAGE
+
+I.                       7
+
+II.                     21
+
+III.                    39
+
+IV.                     52
+
+V.                      67
+
+VI.                     83
+
+VII.                    97
+
+VIII.                  115
+
+IX.                    131
+
+X.                     146
+
+XI.                    160
+
+XII.                   175
+
+XIII.                  191
+
+XIV.                   202
+
+XV.                    216
+
+XVI.                   236
+
+XVII.                  254
+
+XVIII.                 271
+
+XIX.                   280
+
+XX.                    292
+
+XXI.                   312
+
+XXII.                  325
+
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+
+"How is he now, doctor? Don't--don't tell me there is no hope!"
+
+The wife, a tall, aristocratic looking woman who, despite her advanced
+years, her snow-white hair, her eyes now red and swollen from weeping,
+and pallid face seamed with careworn lines from constant vigils, still
+showed traces of former beauty, scanned the physician fearfully,
+trying to read in the expression of his countenance what the friend
+and man of science, out of sheer compassion, was doing his utmost to
+conceal. He had just emerged from the sick chamber; the trained nurse,
+methodical and quick, and singularly attractive looking in her neat
+uniform, had closed the door noiselessly behind him. Two young girls,
+one about eighteen and the other some four years her junior, both
+possessing more than average good looks, stood timidly in the
+background anxiously awaiting, together with their grief-stricken
+mother, to hear the dreaded verdict.
+
+The physician paid no attention to them, but paced up and down the
+room, his manner stern and forbidding, his head inclined in deep
+thought, as if bent under the weight of tremendous responsibilities. A
+noted specialist in pulmonary troubles, Dr. Wilston Everett was well
+past middle age, and his tall, erect figure, massive frame and fine,
+leonine head, crowned by a mass of stubborn, iron-gray hair, made him
+a conspicuous figure everywhere. His expression, stern in repose, was
+that of a profound student; it was a face where lofty thoughts, humane
+feeling and every other noble attribute had left its indelible
+impress.
+
+Mrs. Blaine watched him fearfully, afraid to intrude on his
+reflections. Finally, summoning up courage, she stammered weakly:
+
+"How do you find him--not worse, is he?"
+
+The doctor made no reply, but for a few moments stood looking at the
+three women in silence. He felt sorry for them--so sorry that it was
+only by the exercise of the greatest self-control that he kept his
+eyes from filling with tell-tale tears. Who, better than he, could
+realize the full extent of the misfortune which had suddenly befallen
+these poor people? It was almost the same as if it had happened to
+himself. Was he not, indeed, one of the family? Had he not been
+present at poor Blaine's wedding, brought each of these girls into the
+world and played with them on his knees? Now they had grown up to be
+young women, they looked upon him as their second father.
+
+Blaine, poor fellow, little thought that the end was so near! That's
+what he had got for giving up his life to the most exciting and
+ungrateful profession in the world. He had worked himself to death for
+a pittance, until, giving way under the strain, his constitution
+completely undermined, he proved an easy victim for pneumonia. If he
+had been less scrupulous, more of a grafter, if he had seen in his
+profession only the money to be made out of it, he might have been a
+rich man by this time. But he was honest, honorable to a fault. No
+amount of money could induce him to take tainted money. No matter what
+legal white washing he was promised, he would have nothing to do with
+thieves and perjurers. What was the result? After twenty years of
+legal practice he was still a poor man and here on his deathbed,
+suddenly struck down in the prime of life before he had time to
+properly provide for his dear ones.
+
+Probably there was no insurance. In fact, everyone knew that there was
+not. Blaine had admitted as much to him some time ago. He had said
+then that he had only $2,000 worth, but intended getting more. Now it
+was too late. Only a few paltry dollars--barely enough to bury him.
+
+The comfortably furnished room with its piano, books and pictures and
+other scattered evidence of culture and refinement, showed the manner
+in which the Blaines liked to live. Through the open window, affording
+a fine view of Central Park, with its rolling lawns, winding paths and
+masses of green foliage, came the distant sounds of busy traffic on
+the Avenue, ten stories below. Of course, they would have to give up
+all this. There was not the slightest hope for the patient. He was
+past human aid. It was only a question of a few hours, perhaps only
+minutes, when the end would come. Yet how could he break the terrible
+truth to this poor woman, to these children who now stood watching
+him, their lips not daring to give utterance to the dread question he
+could plainly read in their tired, red eyes?
+
+There was an unnatural silence. When anyone spoke it was in an almost
+inaudible whisper. Each seemed to feel that Death, grim and awful of
+aspect, was stalking invisible through the room. From behind the
+closed door where the father and husband lay dying there came no
+sound. Only an occasional sob from the wife, and the movements of the
+two girls as they endeavored to console her, relieved the oppressive
+stillness. Suddenly the doctor's eye encountered Mrs. Blaine's
+searching, questioning gaze. Averting his head, he said:
+
+"We must wait and hope for the best. You must be brave. He may rally.
+I don't like the heart action. That's what bothers me. If there's
+another sinking spell--"
+
+Mrs. Blaine laid her cold, trembling hand on his. Quickly she said:
+
+"You won't go away?"
+
+He shook his head.
+
+"Of course not. I'll stay until the crisis is past."
+
+The bedchamber door opened softly and the nurse appeared, with a
+worried look on her face.
+
+"What is it, nurse," demanded the physician quickly.
+
+"May I see you a minute, doctor?"
+
+Dr. Everett went towards the bedroom. Mrs. Blaine was about to follow
+when he turned and barred the way.
+
+"Let me see him, doctor. Please let me go in," she pleaded.
+
+The physician shook his head. Kindly but firmly he said:
+
+"Not now. We may have to administer oxygen. You'd only be in the way.
+You are better in here taking care of your daughters. If you are
+needed I'll call you."
+
+He disappeared into the inner room, and Mrs. Blaine, feeling faint
+from anxiety and suspense, sank exhausted into a chair. The two girls,
+nervous and ill at ease, too young to grasp the full significance of
+the calamity that had befallen them, approached timidly. Fanny, the
+elder girl, stood still, alarm and consternation written plainly on
+her face. Her younger sister, bursting into a paroxysm of weeping,
+threw her arms round her mother's neck.
+
+"Oh, mother!" she sobbed. "Surely God won't let papa be taken from us!
+I wouldn't believe in Him any more if He couldn't prevent that!"
+
+Mrs. Blaine raised one hand reprovingly as with the other she caressed
+her daughter's beautiful, long, dark hair.
+
+"Hush! Virginia, dear. It's wicked to talk like that. God does
+everything for the best. If it is His will, we must be resigned."
+
+Clasping her sobbing child to her breast, Mrs. Blaine sat in silence,
+her heart throbbing wildly, straining her ears to hear what was being
+done in the inner room, momentarily expecting to be summoned. As she
+sat there, enduring mental torture, each moment seeming like an hour,
+she rapidly thought over the situation. In spite of her grief, her
+helplessness, her brain worked lucidly enough. She realized that her
+husband was dying. Her life's companion, the father of her children,
+was going away from her--forever. Like a lightning flash, her whole
+life passed suddenly in review: She saw herself a young girl again,
+about Virginia's age, and with the same fondness for gaiety and
+companionship. She, too, had been fond of music, art and literature,
+and she was filled with ambition to make a name for herself. One day
+she met John Blaine, then a young law student. It was a case of love
+at first sight. They did not stop to consider ways and means. They got
+married, and to-day, after thirty years of loving companionship, her
+only regret was that she could not die before him. John had been a
+loyal friend, a faithful companion, both in fair weather and foul, and
+now their life's journey together had come to an abrupt end. It was
+too dreadful to think of. It seemed to her that all these happenings
+of the last few days--this sudden sickness, the coming of the trained
+nurse, Dr. Everett's grave demeanor--was a hideous dream from which
+she would soon awake.
+
+Their situation was, indeed, desperate. It had taken practically all
+John's income to live respectably. Living expenses were high and rents
+exorbitant. What made matters worse, there was practically no life
+insurance. John had intended taking out more, but it had been
+neglected. After the funeral and other expenses what would be left of
+the paltry $2,000? They would have to find a cheaper apartment. The
+girls--she herself--would have to find work of some kind. It would be
+terribly hard on the girls. Not only they lost a loving, devoted
+father, but at an age when a nice home, and comfortable surroundings
+meant everything in ensuring their future, they would find themselves
+penniless and forced to go out into a cold, unsympathetic world to
+earn their living. Fanny, she knew, would not mind. She was fond of
+work and had no artistic aspirations; but the blow would fall heavily
+on poor Virginia, who had set her heart on going to high school.
+
+"Why are you so silent, mother dear?" asked Virginia suddenly. "Of
+what are you thinking?"
+
+"Just thinking--that's all," sighed Mrs. Blaine.
+
+Virginia, not to be put off so easily, was about to insist on an
+answer less vague, when suddenly the bedroom door opened and Dr.
+Everett appeared. He advanced quickly into the room, his coat rumpled,
+his manner strangely agitated. It was so unusual to see the physician
+otherwise than calm and dignified that it seemed incredible that
+anything, no matter how important, could ruffle him. Mrs. Blaine's
+instinct told her the reason. Startled, she sprang to her feet.
+
+"My God!" she exclaimed. "He's not--"
+
+The doctor shook his head.
+
+"No; a weak spell--that's all. You'd better come in. The children can
+remain here."
+
+The next instant the two sisters were alone.
+
+For a few moments the girls, their arms clasped round each other's
+waists, stood still, as if spellbound, staring at the door which
+mercifully veiled from their view the tragedy of life then being
+enacted in the adjoining room. Terror-stricken, too frightened even to
+cry, they sat down and waited, straining their ears to hear what was
+going on. Why had Doctor Everett summoned their mother? If Dad was
+worse, if the crisis had come, why were they, too, not permitted to
+see him? Instinctively they felt that their fears were only too well
+founded. They shuddered, and it seemed to them that they felt a chill
+in the air as if the Angel of Death had already entered the apartment
+and was hovering near them. Virginia, nervous and hysterical, began to
+cry. Fanny, endeavoring to appear brave, but inwardly as nervous, took
+the girl in her arms and spoke consolingly and sensibly to her as
+became an elder sister.
+
+But Virginia obstinately refused to be comforted. Burying her face on
+her sister's shoulder, she gave free vent to the storm of tears which
+had been gathering in her girlish bosom all day. Devoted to her father
+even more than to her mother, the mere thought of losing him was
+intolerable. He was her comrade, her adviser, her mentor. All she had
+undertaken or was about to undertake was to please him. If she had
+excelled in her studies and advanced more rapidly than other girls in
+her class, he was the cause. She needed his praise, his censure to
+spur her on in her work. With him gone, it seemed to her that her own
+life, too, had come to an end, not realizing, in her youthful
+inexperience, that it had not yet commenced.
+
+She was a singularly attractive girl and gave every promise of
+developing into a remarkably handsome woman. Slight and somewhat
+delicate in build, she was of brunette type, with a face oval in
+shape, small features and large, lustrous eyes shaded by unusually
+long lashes. The nose was aristocratic, and when she spoke her mouth,
+beautifully curved, revealed perfect teeth. Her hands were white and
+shapely, and the mass of dark, silky hair which fell luxuriantly over
+her shoulders was the despair of every other girl of her acquaintance.
+
+But it was not the possession of these mere externals that made people
+look twice at Virginia Blaine. If she had had only beauty there would
+have been nothing to particularly distinguish her from the many
+millions of girls to whom Nature has been kind. Beauty _per se_
+has no permanent power to attract. One soon tires of admiring an
+inanimate piece of sculpture, no matter how perfectly chiselled. If a
+woman lacks intelligence, _esprit_, temperament, men soon grow
+weary of her society, even though she have the beauty of a Venus de
+Medici; whereas, even a plain woman, by sheer force of soul and wit,
+can attract friends and make the world forget her ugliness. What made
+John Blaine's younger daughter an especial favorite was that in her
+case good looks were allied with brains. She made friends by her
+natural charm, her vivacity, her keen intelligence and uncommon
+strength of character, which, despite her youth, she had exhibited on
+more than one occasion. She was a merry-hearted, spirited, independent
+kind of a girl with decided views of her own regarding right and wrong
+and with the courage to express them. As the poet wrote:
+
+
+  Her glossy hair was clustered o'er her brow
+  Bright with intelligence and fair and smooth;
+  Her eyebrow's shape was the aerial bow,
+  Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth
+  Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow,
+  As if her veins ran lightning.
+
+
+Two sisters more unlike in character and tastes it would be almost
+impossible to discover. Fanny, the elder, lacked not only Virginia's
+good looks, and also her brains. Yet she was good-natured and
+easy-going, and, as long as she had her own way, managed to get along
+with everybody. She went through the lower grades of public school,
+but did not shine as a particularly bright pupil, evincing little love
+for books, and shirking study when possible. Her fondness for
+amusement and her uncultivated taste also led to her associating
+habitually with companions beneath her socially. She was a thoroughly
+good girl. A vulgar allusion would have shocked her, an impertinence
+she would have quickly resented; yet she seemed of a coarser fibre
+than the rest of the family, the reason for which, seeing that both
+girls had equal advantages and opportunities, only an expert
+psychologist could explain. She had gone through school mechanically
+as an unpleasant task to be gotten over with as soon as possible,
+taking no interest in her work, and when she came out her brain was a
+sluggish and unresponsive as one might expect. Well aware of her
+shortcomings, she made light of them, insisting laughingly that she
+was the dunce of the family and Virginia its genius. She would do the
+drudgery of housekeeping while her sister went to college.
+
+There was no bitterness, no jealousy in this apparent rivalry. Fanny
+was devoted to her little sister and proud of her cleverness. She
+declared that one day Virginia would make a brilliant marriage and
+then she could pay it all back. That Virginia should ultimately go to
+college had been fully determined on. Everything attracted her to a
+liberal education. She was ambitious; she craved knowledge and showed
+talent in almost everything--in music, composition, painting. To her a
+liberal education would mean everything--the widening of her mental
+horizon, the initiation into keen, intellectual delights. No matter
+what sacrifice was to be made, to college the girl should go. So
+declared the parents.
+
+Now all was changed. This blow which robbed her of her father also
+shattered her hopes for the future. All this flashed through
+Virginia's mind as they sat there, waiting. Turning to her sister, she
+said through her tears:
+
+"If the worst happened--Fan--if Dad died--we couldn't go on living
+here, could we?"
+
+Fanny shook her head. Sagely she replied:
+
+"No, I'm afraid not. Father's got no insurance. Mother says we've
+lived up to everything. I guess I'll have to go to work--"
+
+"So will I," said Virginia quickly.
+
+"What nonsense you talk, Virgie!" interrupted her sister almost
+angrily. "As if you were intended for work! Nature intended you to be
+a lady, and a lady you'll be if I have to work all the flesh off my
+bones. Don't you suppose mother and I haven't talked it over already."
+With mock contempt she went on: "You work! What at, I'd like to know.
+Giving music lessons or writing articles for the ten-cent magazines!
+It's different with 'yours truly.' I'm not a highbrow. I never cared
+for books or culture and all that sort of thing. But I guess as a
+saleslady in some store I'll make a hit. Anyway, I'll make enough to
+keep things going--so there'll be enough for you and mother.
+Now--there isn't any use arguing. It's college for yours, Virgie, and
+when you graduate you'll marry a millionaire and we'll all be happy
+and comfy."
+
+Virginia was about to protest when suddenly there was a commotion
+behind them. The bedroom door was abruptly opened and Dr. Everett came
+in, supporting Mrs. Blaine, who was weeping bitterly. The two girls
+sprang to their feet with a startled cry.
+
+"How's father?" they exclaimed.
+
+Staggering to a chair, Mrs. Blaine clasped both her children to her
+breast.
+
+"Your father is in Heaven!" she murmured.
+
+Then she fell prostrate on the sofa, her whole being shaken by
+convulsive sobs. Virginia, panic-stricken, darted forward, but the
+Doctor held out a restraining hand.
+
+"Don't, child--let her cry. It will do her good."
+
+
+
+
+Chapter II.
+
+
+"Fanny! Where are my scissors? Did you take my scissors?"
+
+Seated in the centre of the small parlor, before a round table fairly
+well lighted by an electrolier suspended from the middle of the
+ceiling and littered with chiffons and laces, Mrs. Blaine stopped
+sewing and began a laborious search all over the board for the missing
+article. Finally the scissors were found hidden in the folds of what
+some day would be a graduation dress, but no sooner were they in use
+than something else was missing. Impatiently, the widow called out:
+
+"Fanny! I do wish you'd come here. I'll never get this dress done. Did
+you see the roll of satin ribbon?"
+
+But Fanny, busy just then with a customer in the outer shop, paid no
+attention to the summons. Virginia's new dress could wait--it was a
+whole month to graduation day anyhow--but business was not so good
+that one could afford to neglect a possible purchaser.
+
+Four summers had gone by since John Blaine's death yet in that
+comparatively brief space of time, his widow appeared to have aged ten
+years or more. Now bent, infirm, a chronic invalid, she did not look
+as if she would long survive him. The world goes on just the same no
+matter whose heart is breaking, and time flies so quickly that the
+happenings of a decade seem only of yesterday. But John Blaine was not
+forgotten. The flowers that each week decorated his grave, placed
+there by loving hands, served to keep fresh the father's memory.
+
+As far as was possible, the bereaved wife tried to keep to herself the
+sorrow that had slowly but surely undermined her health and made her
+an old woman before her hour. In her heart she knew that she would not
+long remain after the dear departed one; all she asked was that she
+should live long enough to see her girls happily married and taken
+care of. At first it had seemed as if existence without him was
+impossible, yet the regular routine of life must go on. Besides it was
+not fair to the girls. Her own life was irretrievably wrecked, but
+theirs had barely begun. It would be selfish to allow her grief to
+cast a permanent shadow over their young lives. They loved their
+father very dearly; his death had been a great shock to them. But they
+were young. They had a thousand outside interests to distract their
+attention. And youth, with its gaze still turned upward to the stars,
+soon forgets.
+
+When everything was settled, the widow found herself with a little
+less than $3,000, all she possessed in the world. To attempt to live
+on the interest alone of such a slender capital was obviously an
+impossibility, so it was decided that they would move uptown, where
+they would not be known, and open a little millinery shop. This was a
+bright idea that had occurred to Fanny. She had always been clever at
+trimming hats. Why not put her skill to commercial profit? She and her
+mother could very well attend to such a business, while Virginia
+continued in school. If they were only fairly successful, the income
+would pay expenses, carry them along and help keep their capital
+intact. Dr. Everett heartily approved the plan, not only because it
+might prove a source of steady income, but also because it would be
+distraction for the widow and help her to forget. Mrs. Blaine somewhat
+reluctantly consented, and the girls set out enthusiastically to look
+for a shop.
+
+After no end of running here and there all over New York, they found
+just what they wanted in one of the cheaper and more recently
+developed districts of Harlem. It was a narrow little store, with a
+fair-sized show window on Broadway, and with living rooms in the rear.
+Fanny declared it was just too cute for anything, and as she was the
+prime mover in the enterprise, a lease was signed without further
+delay, and the Blaine family took immediate possession.
+
+At first the girls were as delighted with their new home as are
+children with a new toy. It being Summer time, there was no school for
+Virginia, so she was free to assist in the store. She dressed the
+window and waited on the customers, and after a very busy day, which
+kept her on her feet from morning till night, thought she had never
+had so much fun in her life. For the nonce, books and music were
+forgotten. She was a smart little saleslady, succeeding in selling one
+after the other, for ten dollars, hats which had cost Fanny not more
+than two. But her coöperation was not to be for long. It was quite
+decided that in the Fall she was to go to High School. This was her
+mother's wish, and it had also been insisted upon by Fanny as a
+condition of their taking the store. Virginia, at heart, was glad
+enough to acquiesce. As they were too poor to keep a maid, she would
+willingly have stayed at home and shouldered her share of the daily
+toil, but an education meant a great deal to her, more than to most
+girls, and she would have relinquished her schooling only with bitter
+regret.
+
+Autumn came with its cooler weather and longer evenings, and when High
+School opened Virginia was sent to resume her studies, while her
+sister and mother, busy in the store, exerted every effort to keep the
+little household going. The younger girl felt keenly the sacrifice
+they were making for her, and determined to prove worthy of it. She
+began to apply herself more energetically than ever. A clever, brainy
+girl, she was highly sensitive to every surrounding influence, with
+ideas and ideals of her own, in full sympathy with the social side of
+life, yet independent and self-reliant, and just beginning to choose
+her own path in the bewildering maze of the world's devious
+thoroughfare. In High School she made astonishing progress. Her fine
+mentality enabled her to grasp quickly the most obtuse scientific and
+economic problems, and her natural taste for _belles lettres_
+making languages and general literature comparatively easy, she soon
+distinguished herself above the other girls of her class. Especial
+talent she showed for public speaking, having a good command of
+English, with forcible delivery and sound logic. So successful,
+indeed, was she in this respect, that in her final year, as graduation
+day drew near, she was picked out from among three hundred and fifty
+girls to deliver the class oration at the graduating exercises.
+
+Mrs. Blaine, overjoyed at this fulfillment of her fondest hopes, at
+once said she would make the graduation dress. Fanny and Virginia,
+knowing well the labor it would involve, demurred. It was too much of
+an undertaking. Their mother was far from strong; the sewing would
+tire her eyes. Besides, they could not spare the time from the store.
+It would be cheaper and quicker to buy the dress ready made. Even Dr.
+Everett, when consulted, shook his head and tried to discourage the
+widow from a task which he was afraid might prove beyond her strength.
+But Mrs. Blaine was not to be put off so easily. Since their father's
+death, she had let the girls have much their own way, but this time
+she was determined. It would be a labor of love, she insisted. Daddie,
+himself, would have wished it. And so, without further ado, work on
+the beloved graduation dress was commenced.
+
+And such work as it entailed! Running down town each instant, to buy
+satin and ribbon and laces and lining, unable to find what was wanted,
+or else purchasing something that did not suit and having to take it
+back and exchange it for something else. The girls literally wore
+their shoes to pieces, but they did not mind. They knew that making
+this graduation dress was the one great joy that had come into their
+mother's life since their father's death, and they were amply rewarded
+when, after a long and arduous shopping tour they returned home with
+the required article and handed it to her as she bent low over her
+work at the board she would look up with a smile and exclaim:
+
+"Oh, isn't it beautiful? That's just what I wanted! Now I can get on
+with Virginia's dress."
+
+Thus, between working and studying, the days passed pleasantly enough.
+The little shop prospered, and all three were happy, each in her own
+way, Fanny in looking after the customers, Virginia in doing her
+lessons, Mrs. Blaine in working on her beloved graduation dress.
+
+It was about this time that a romance came into Fanny's heretofore
+prosaic existence. So far the poor girl had not enjoyed much of life.
+Her time spent between four walls, there was a very narrow horizon to
+her outlook on things. She rarely went out, took no part in the
+pleasures and gaieties of other young women of her age. When not
+waiting on customers, she was cooking. Yet she was always good-natured
+about it. Laughingly she called herself Cinderella, because, while her
+more favored sister might be dressing up to go to recitals, lectures
+or concerts, she would be in the kitchen washing up the dishes. She
+took it amiably, yet there were times when she had a quiet cry all to
+herself, when she thought that her mother, instead of being so much
+engrossed in making a fine graduation dress for sister, might remember
+that she, too, needed something pretty to wear.
+
+When, therefore, one evening at a neighbor's party, she happened to
+meet a young man who went considerably out of his way to pay her
+attention, she was greatly flattered and gratified. The very novelty
+of it startled her. Until now none of the eligible young men had so
+much as looked at her. Virginia, quite innocently, of course, had
+always monopolized their society. But this particular young man, whose
+name was James Gillie, seemed not in the least attracted to Virginia.
+In fact, he rather avoided her, appearing to be somewhat intimidated
+by her well-bred manners and cultured conversation. He made no secret
+of his preference for the homelier virtues of the elder sister, whose
+irrepressible propensity for picturesque, up-to-date slang and
+free-and-easy style put them on a more equal social footing. So began
+an acquaintance which resulted in the young man becoming a frequent
+and intimate visitor at the Blaine home.
+
+Mr. James Gillie was an original in more ways than one, and it was
+some time before either Mrs. Blaine or Virginia could bring themselves
+to approve Fanny's liking for a young man with ways so uncouth and
+vulgar and whose antecedents were obviously so plebeian. Of Irish
+parentage, but American born, James Gillie was a product of the newest
+America, the typical _gamin_ of New York's streets, fresh and
+slangy in speech, keen to the main chance, not over scrupulous, shrewd
+and calculating. Fair and slight in build, he was about twenty-six
+years old and his upper lip was adorned with a few thinly scattered
+hairs, which he proudly termed a moustache. Otherwise he was
+unintelligent and ordinary looking, one of the many thousands of New
+York young men who, graduates of the slums, have been left to shift
+for themselves, and whose chief intellectual pastime has been standing
+on street corners reading baseball returns. Not only had he no
+education, but he was rather proud of the fact, affecting to despise
+bookish people as prigs and "high-brows." Incompetent and lazy,
+without any real ability, he worked only because he had to, and his
+standing grievance was that he was misunderstood, unappreciated and
+underpaid. The one good side to his nature, and the one which,
+perhaps, appealed most to Fanny, was the unconscious possession of a
+rich fund of humor. He was funny without intending to be, and this not
+only made him a diverting companion but ensured him a welcome
+everywhere. With the straightest of faces, he would say funny things
+in so ludicrous a manner that a roomful of people would go into
+convulsions. He laughed with them, not realizing they were laughing at
+him, but ever preening himself on being a very witty and clever person
+indeed. His greatest fault was inordinate vanity. He had the highest
+opinion of his own capacity, and he could never understand why
+capitalists generally did not tumble over each other to secure his
+services. At the present time he was earning the magnificent salary of
+ten dollars a week as shipping clerk, but this, he explained, was only
+a nominal stipend, as a starter. Before very long he would be
+president of the company. His hobby was inventing things. So far he
+had not made enough by his brain to purchase a collar button, but
+ideas were coming thick and fast, and he was convinced that the day
+was not far distant when he would make a great fortune. That is why,
+all things considered, he believed himself, despite his obscure origin
+and lack of education, a desirable match for the proudest girl in the
+land.
+
+"Fanny! Where's my tape measure? I can't find my tape measure."
+
+Once more Mrs. Blaine laid down her work and began to rummage among
+the mass of chiffons and laces piled up before her. In the shop
+outside she could hear her daughter laughing and talking. Impatiently
+the widow called out:
+
+"Can't you come and help me, Fanny? Who are you talking to?"
+
+"It's Mr. Gillie, mother," came the answer. "He's helping me close the
+store."
+
+A look of anxiety crossed Mrs. Blaine's face. It went against the
+grain to entertain a person like Mr. Gillie, but for her child's sake
+she said nothing, and when he called, as he had done very frequently
+recently, she had tried to receive him as cordially as possible. But
+to-night she was very tired. At times she felt dizzy and faint. His
+interminable chatter and boasting would only weary her more. So,
+hoping the visitor would take the hint, she called out again:
+
+"Isn't Virginia home yet? It's getting very late."
+
+"She couldn't be here yet," called out Fanny. "The concert's not over
+till ten. We've all closed up now. I'm coming right in."
+
+A moment later the young girl appeared, followed more leisurely by Mr.
+Gillie.
+
+The shipping clerk entered jauntily, a lighted cigar in his mouth,
+full of self-assurance. He wore a check suit much too small for him, a
+pink tie, and patent-leather shoes. Fanny's face was red and her
+manner somewhat flustered, but this the mother, bent low over her
+work, did not notice.
+
+"Good evening, m'm," said Mr. Gillie, coolly seating himself without
+waiting to be asked. Sitting back, crossing his legs and carelessly
+flecking his cigar ash on the floor, he added in patronizing tones:
+"How's the world using you?"
+
+"Good evening, Mr. Gillie," returned the widow graciously. "How are
+you?"
+
+"Oh, fairly well to middlin'." Glancing at the littered table, he
+said: "Still busy on the graduation dress, I see."
+
+Mrs. Blaine sighed wearily.
+
+"Yes--it's taking me longer than I bargained for. Sometimes I feel
+very tired. I wish Virginia was here to try it on."
+
+Fanny glanced at the clock. With a quick, significant look at Mr.
+Gillie, she said quickly:
+
+"She'll be here any moment now. The concert is usually out by this
+time." There was an awkward pause and then she stammered: "Mr. Gillie
+has something to say to you, mother."
+
+Mrs. Blaine laid down her work and looked up in surprise.
+
+"Something to say to me?" she echoed in amazement, looking inquiringly
+from her daughter to the visitor.
+
+But Fanny, her face crimson, had already bolted into the kitchen,
+while Mr. Gillie, his chair tilted backward, a picture of magnificent
+unconcern, coolly blew smoke rings into the air.
+
+"Something to say to me?" repeated Mrs. Blaine.
+
+"Asch--ooah!"
+
+His chair suddenly returning to the floor level with a thud that shook
+the house, Mr. Gillie sneezed violently, a physiological phenomenon
+which curiously enough never failed to present itself when any
+extraordinary pressure was put upon his brain cells. Wiping his watery
+eyes with a pink-bordered handkerchief--a color he rather affected--he
+began eloquently:
+
+"Mrs. Blaine, you're a sensible woman. I feel I can talk to you plain.
+There comes a time in every man's life when he feels lonesome--when it
+looks good to him to have someone round all the time, looking after
+things--his dinner, his clothes, and so on. Why, sometimes I go around
+for weeks with my suspenders only half fastened, just because I've got
+no one to sew a button on. It gets on a feller's nerves--yes, it
+does--until at last he says to himself: 'Jimmie, my boy, you've
+knocked about alone long enough. You want to hitch up with some girl
+and take it easy a bit.'" He stopped a moment to gauge the effect of
+his words, but as Mrs. Blaine gave no sign that she understood what he
+was driving at, he proceeded: "I'm not much good at speechifying. With
+the frills all cut and to come to the point, this is what it is: Fanny
+seems the kind of girl I'm looking for, and I don't see I could do any
+better. I've just asked her, and now it's kinder up to you--"
+
+The widow took off her spectacles and gasped. Could she have heard
+aright? He was actually asking for Fanny. She was amazed not so much
+at his monumental selfishness and impudence as that Fanny herself
+could have given him the slightest encouragement. She fully realized
+that times had changed since the days when they lifted their heads
+proudly in the world, but to sink as low as this seemed too terrible,
+too humiliating. Yet, after all, could she blame her daughter? What
+was her present life, what would be her future, without education,
+without money--unless she had someone who could take care of her?
+Dissembling her indignation as much as possible, she inquired suavely:
+
+"This takes me very much by surprise, Mr. Gillie. You will, of course,
+allow me leisure to talk it over with my daughter. May I ask if your
+means permit you to provide a comfortable home for Fanny--the kind of
+home to which she has been accustomed?"
+
+The muscles of Mr. Gillie's nostrils contracted and for a moment it
+looked as if his slight frame were again about to be shaken
+convulsively by a mighty sneeze, but the spasm passed. He merely
+coughed loudly to clear his throat. Then, glancing round the room in
+which he was sitting, he said:
+
+"Oh, I guess we'll be able to put on as good a front as this, all
+right, all right." Tilting his chair back until it seemed physically
+impossible that he could maintain his balance, he went on between
+puffs of his cigar:
+
+"You see, m'm, I'm not the kind of man that's satisfied to go on
+working all his life for only just enough to keep body and soul
+together. That's all right maybe for pikers--poor devils that have no
+spunk--but not for 'yours truly.' I'm a pusher, a climber, I am, and,
+what's more, I'm a man with ideas. No one can keep me down in the
+world. One of these days I'll be driving my own automobile and Fanny
+will be riding in it with me. It's no 'guff' I'm giving you. I'm the
+real 'goods.'"
+
+"You are a shipping clerk, I believe," said Mrs. Blaine when she could
+get in a word sideways.
+
+"Yes, m'm," he snapped, "a shipping clerk--what of it?"
+
+"Is that a very--lucrative position?"
+
+He laughed derisively as if it was absurd to imagine he was going to
+remain a shipping clerk all his life.
+
+"Oh, I'm only a clerk now, but I'll be boss some day--see if I don't."
+
+"Might I ask what your present income is?" inquired the widow blandly.
+
+For the first time Mr. Gillie seemed at a loss for an answer.
+Awkwardly shifting his cigar to the other corner of his mouth, he
+stammered:
+
+"I'm not getting much now--ten a week--that's all." Hastily he
+continued: "But it won't be for long. The big men down town know
+me--they know what I'm worth to them. They're just watching me. Any
+day they may make me an offer that would land me in Easy Street.
+Besides, sooner or later I'll astonish people with one of my
+inventions. I'm full of new ideas. Some of them are bound to make
+money. It's a cinch!"
+
+How long he would have continued in this strain there is no telling,
+for, although not talkative usually, he always became extraordinarily
+loquacious when encouraged to speak of his own affairs. Utterly
+exhausted by his chatter and feeling dreadfully tired, Mrs. Blaine
+began to wish that her unwelcome visitor would go. The room was full
+of tobacco smoke and his free-and-easy manner irritated her extremely.
+Of course, his proposal was ridiculous, an impertinence. It was
+Fanny's fault for having encouraged him. But it was best to say
+nothing--to just drop him gently. An awkward pause followed during
+which the widow, fatigued as she was, plied her needle more
+industriously than ever, while the would-be Benedict, nicely balanced
+on his chair, amused himself sending rings of smoke up to the ceiling.
+Happily, at this juncture, Fanny returned from the kitchen. She had
+noticed the strained silence and feared it boded ill. A glance at her
+mother's face was enough. Quickly she exclaimed:
+
+"Now, mother, you must go to bed. Mr. Gillie will excuse you, I'm
+sure. It's getting real late."
+
+Taking the hint, the shipping clerk rose to his feet. With a grin he
+said:
+
+"That's right, m'm--all work and no play don't agree with nobody.
+That's my maxim. Well, good night, ladies!" As he shuffled off,
+accompanied to the door by Fanny, he said in an undertone: "It's O.K.,
+Fan--I put it to her good and hard--it's you for mine, all right!"
+
+As they passed along the dark passage he profited by the opportunity
+to snatch a kiss, and as they bade each other good-bye he said:
+
+"You'd better get after mother. She was for handing me a nice, juicy
+lemon, but I gave her a line of talk that fetched her. Good night,
+sweetheart!"
+
+Just as he was going out at the front door, Virginia came up.
+
+"Good evening, Mr. Gillie," she said politely.
+
+He laughed as he chucked her playfully under the chin.
+
+"Mr. Gillie?" he echoed. "What's the matter with James or Jimmie? Good
+night, little sis!"
+
+With a boisterous laugh he went out into the street and shut the door.
+Virginia, astounded, looked at her sister and laughed.
+
+"What's the matter with him to-night?" she exclaimed. "Is he crazy?"
+Without waiting for an answer, she added quickly: "How's mother?"
+
+Fanny averted her face. She dreaded taking Virginia into her
+confidence; somehow she could not tell her. Briefly she said:
+
+"She's very tired--been working until now. We expected you home
+earlier. She wanted to try on the dress."
+
+Quickly removing her hat and coat which she threw on a convenient
+chair, Virginia answered:
+
+"The concert was out later than usual. Dr. Everett was there. He
+brought me to the corner. How long has Mr. Gillie been here?"
+
+"All evening," replied Fanny. Then suddenly the elder sister flung her
+arms round Virginia's neck.
+
+"Virgie!" she exclaimed, "what do you think? Mr. Gillie has asked me
+to marry him."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+
+Each day brought graduation day nearer, and Mrs. Blaine, becoming more
+and more nervous as the great event approached, made strenuous efforts
+to get the dress finished in time. There were vexatious delays without
+number. It was difficult to find the right material or else something
+went wrong with the measurements and all had to be done over again.
+From morning till night, day after day, the old lady sat in doors, at
+the table piled high with dressmaker's litter, deeply engrossed in her
+self-appointed labor of love.
+
+In vain Virginia and Fanny protested. Their mother refused to listen
+to them. This dress, she insisted, was her one joy in life. It would
+be cruel to deprive her of anything which afforded her so much
+pleasure. They said no more, but they noticed with alarm that each day
+their mother seemed to age a year. Her cheeks became more hollow, her
+face more chalky white. She complained continually of pains in the
+region of the heart, and it was plainly discernible that she was
+rapidly growing more feeble.
+
+One day when Dr. Everett was paying them one of his regular weekly
+visits Virginia took him aside and told him of her anxiety. He seemed
+to know already what she had to say. Taking both her hands in his, in
+that big-hearted, paternal manner so characteristic of him, he said
+impressively:
+
+"Dear child--you must be brave. You cannot expect to have your mother
+always with you. She is tired and world-weary. She has earned that
+beautiful, eternal sleep which alone brings perfect peace. An organic
+disease of the heart, which remained latent up to the time of your
+father's death, has now become very pronounced. Trouble and sorrow
+have aggravated the condition. Your mother may live for years; then
+again she may pass away from us any time. One never can tell what will
+happen when the heart is in that state."
+
+A long spell of weeping followed this confidential chat with the
+doctor, and for days Virginia went about only a shadow of her former
+self.
+
+How cruel was life! she mused. First to lose her father, and now her
+best, her only friend! What would she do when her mother was gone?
+Fanny was hardly a companion. She was so different; her tastes and
+pursuits were not the same. There was not the same bond of sympathy
+between them. If anything happened, they would, of course, go on
+living together as usual, but how different their life would be!
+
+Nothing further had been said regarding Mr. Gillie's proposal. Fanny
+had not mentioned it again, and both Virginia and Mrs. Blaine were
+silent. Instinctively Fanny knew that her mother and sister
+disapproved of the match and inwardly she resented it. Why should they
+interfere with her happiness? She had a right to look after her own
+interests. What better offer could she expect? Suppose James was a
+rough diamond; he might still make a better husband than some other
+man better educated. He had had no advantages, but he was respectable
+and clever. Everyone admitted that he was smart. His ideas were simply
+wonderful. One of these days he would make a lot of money with his
+brains, and then she would be proud to be his wife. Thus she reasoned
+and, once she made up her mind, nothing could alter it. Mr. Gillie
+continued his visits and made himself quite at home until, at last,
+they all called him by his first name and it became quite natural to
+see him there. There was no more talk of marriage, but both Mrs.
+Blaine and Virginia soon arrived at the conclusion that he and Fanny
+were tacitly engaged.
+
+Virginia sometimes wondered if she herself would ever marry, and, if
+so, what kind of man she would choose for a husband. What she knew and
+heard of marriage had not filled her with any keen anxiety to enter
+the married state, or with any profound respect for matrimony as a
+social institution. In theory it was beautiful; in practice it left
+much to be desired. Like any thoughtful girl having a broad, sane
+outlook on life, she fully appreciated the dangers and unhappiness
+that may attend unions entered into lightly and carelessly, without
+such safeguards as regards morals and health, as a paternal State
+should properly control.
+
+Although a girl of high moral principles, she was not innocent. Are
+there any such? Innocence is, of necessity, the sister of ignorance.
+The conditions of modern existence render it impossible for any girl,
+once she has attained the age of fifteen, to continue unacquainted
+with the main facts of life, and some are initiated at an even
+tenderer age. How is it possible for any maiden to remain
+unenlightened in this regard these days when sensational, muck-raking
+prints throw the searchlight of publicity into every boudoir and spicy
+details of society's philandering fill column after column in the
+breakfast table newspaper? No matter how little curiosity a
+healthy-minded girl may have, by reason of a natural coldness of
+temperament, to acquire such knowledge, it becomes, in spite of her,
+part of her daily surroundings and she cannot escape its
+contaminating, demoralizing influence.
+
+Virginia was no fool. Now nearly nineteen, she knew everything about
+life which an intelligent girl should know. What puzzled her most was
+to determine her own mental attitude towards marriage. Not yet having
+met a man for whom she could feel any especial regard, the idea of
+forming with any man as close an association as marriage would mean
+was repellent to her. The intimate relation the marital tie
+pre-supposes frightened and appalled her as it has done many times
+before thousands of passionless, strongly intellectual women who,
+bringing cold analysis to bear on the sexual instinct, rebel at the
+subordinate, humiliating role which the weaker sex is called upon to
+play in Nature's vast and wonderfully complex scheme.
+
+Not that she was passionless or lacking in temperament. The girl in
+"whose veins ran lightning" could hardly be accused of indifference to
+the opposite sex. She liked several young men, but there was not one
+of them whom she could bring herself to think of in the light of a
+husband. Girls often married for other than sentimental reasons. Of
+that she was well aware. Self-interest was at the bottom of most
+marriages. Cupid, guileless as he seems, is often a shrewd,
+calculating little gnome in disguise. If a girl has no means, no
+friends, no way of earning a living, what is going to become of her
+unless she seeks refuge in marriage? Her first instinct is to find a
+husband, a man sufficiently well off to support both. There was, of
+course, only one word with which to brand that sort of thing. It was a
+legalized form of prostitution, an approved system of cohabitation
+which must be horrible and detestable to any girl of decent instincts,
+no matter which way she looked at it, and yet it was a state of white
+slavery which society fully condoned and ever approved. Hundreds of
+virtuous girls thus sold themselves--to the highest bidder. The slums
+had no monopoly of the white slave traffic; it flourished equally well
+on fashionable Fifth Avenue, where its countless victims, for the
+honor of the system, managed to conceal their tears from the world.
+What did bridge-playing mothers care about their daughters' happiness
+so long as they were able to procure for them rich men who could give
+them fine houses, servants, and automobiles? It was all hideous and
+ghastly, when viewed thus sanely, and Virginia shuddered as she
+thought of it. To such degradation as this she would never sink. Never
+would she marry a man whom she did not truly love. If it came to the
+worst she would go as domestic servant or even starve rather than
+surrender her self-respect.
+
+Graduation day was almost at hand, but the dress was still unfinished.
+There was considerable work yet to be done on it. The nearer came the
+important event, the more nervous and exhausted Mrs. Blaine showed
+herself. She had already had several fainting spells and on one
+occasion the girls were so alarmed that they thought the end had come,
+peacefully and suddenly. But the widow rallied and, in spite of her
+daughter's protests, insisted on continuing with her work. Marvelling
+at her determination, touched by this pathetic exhibition of maternal
+devotion, Virginia would sit silently for hours, her eyes filled with
+tears, watching the dear, tired fingers swiftly and skillfully plying
+the needle.
+
+One evening the little family was assembled in the stuffy parlor back
+of the store. Mrs. Blaine, tired after a long day's toil, had sunk
+back in her armchair, dozing. Her head had fallen forward on her
+breast, a piece of hemming on her knee. In order not to disturb her,
+the girls conversed in low tones. Virginia was reading, her favorite
+occupation, while her elder sister, engaged perhaps more usefully, was
+darning stockings.
+
+Suddenly the front door bell rang. With an anxious glance at her
+mother to make sure that the noise had not disturbed her, Fanny
+tip-toed out of the room and presently returned, followed by James
+Gillie. The shipping clerk entered clumsily, in his characteristic,
+noisy style. Jocularly he cried out:
+
+"Good evening, everybody!"
+
+Virginia quickly held up a protesting finger, while Fanny exclaimed
+angrily:
+
+"Don't you see that mother's asleep?"
+
+Throwing his hat and coat on a sofa, the newcomer sat down gingerly on
+a chair. With a glance at the old lady, he demanded:
+
+"What's she sleepin' here for? Why don't she go to bed?"
+
+Virginia, always irritated by his _gaucheries,_ pretended not to
+hear and went on with her book, but Fanny answered him. In a whisper
+she said:
+
+"She's tired out." Anxiously she, added: "I don't like the way she
+looks to-day. I think it's the heart. I'll telephone the doctor
+to-morrow--"
+
+Jimmie gave a snort of disapproval.
+
+"Pshaw! What's the good?" he exclaimed contemptuously. "Those doctors
+can't do nothing; they're the worst kind of fakers. All they do is to
+look wise, scribble on a bit of paper some words no one can read--not
+even the druggist--and charge you a two-spot. It's to laugh!"
+
+"Dr. Everett doesn't charge us anything--so you're wrong for once,"
+interrupted Virginia, glad of the opportunity to give him a dig.
+
+"I ain't talkin' about any particular doctor," went on the shipping
+clerk, unabashed. "I'm agin all doctors. They're a bunch of crooks, I
+tell you. It's you women with your imaginary ailments who keep 'em
+going. If doctors had to depend on men for a living, they'd have to
+take to shovelling snow."
+
+"Hardly in summer time," said Virginia dryly.
+
+"No," he retorted as quickly; "then they could run ice cream parlors."
+
+Fanny, who had resumed darning her socks, smiled. She enjoyed these
+little encounters between her sister and her fiancé. Virginia was no
+mean antagonist when it came to an argument, but she was no match for
+Jimmie. However, thinking the sparring had gone far enough, she
+adroitly changed the conversation.
+
+"Well, how's business to-day, Jim?"
+
+"Oh, on the blink--as usual. Nothing doing; I'm sick of the whole
+outfit. But say, girls--!"
+
+"What?" exclaimed Fanny.
+
+"You won't tell anyone if I tell you something?"
+
+Virginia looked up from her book. Even she was interested.
+
+"No," said Fanny, "we won't tell. What is it?"
+
+Jimmie sat up and cleared his throat as if preparing to make some
+highly important communication. Then, leaning forward, he said in an
+impressive tone:
+
+"I've got the greatest idea--"
+
+"Really?" exclaimed Virginia sceptically.
+
+Too full of egotism and self-importance to note her sarcasm, the young
+man beamed with self-satisfaction as he proceeded enthusiastically:
+
+"Greatest thing you ever heard of! There's millions in it. My name
+will ring round the world. If only I can get the backing, my fortune
+is made--"
+
+Fanny's face flushed with pleasure as she bent eagerly forward to hear
+every detail of this scheme which would some day make her a rich
+woman. Even if the dream never came true, the mere hope that it might
+was enough to give her a thrill. Virginia remained cold. She was more
+cynical, having already heard many speeches of the same kind and from
+the same quarter--all dealing with wonderful projects that invariably
+met with a sudden death. This announcement of a new idea, therefore,
+did not even make her look up.
+
+Expanding his chest, Jimmie proceeded with dignity.
+
+"This idea of mine will revolutionize railroad travel in this
+country--do you know that? It will bring Chicago far nearer New York
+than it is now. How? By cutting down the running time of the fastest
+trains. When the railroad men hear of it--and see how simple it
+is--they'll hail me as a public benefactor--"
+
+"But what is it?" interrupted Fanny eagerly. "You haven't told us what
+it is."
+
+Beaming with self-importance, he tilted forward on his chair. Fanny,
+tense with the excitement of suspense, strained her ears. Even
+Virginia deigned to stop reading and pay attention. Clearing his
+throat he began:
+
+"You must first understand that the chief difficulty railroads meet
+with in maintaining a fast schedule is the vexatious delays caused by
+stops at way-stations. My idea does away with all stops. I eliminate
+them entirely, and yet I pick up all the passengers who wish to travel
+by that particular train--"
+
+He stopped and looked at them as if he expected exclamations of wonder
+and demands for further explanation. Virginia looked puzzled. Fanny,
+quite excited, beamed with enthusiasm.
+
+"How do you do it?" exclaimed the elder sister admiringly. Assuredly
+she had made no mistake when she had selected so gifted a life
+partner.
+
+"Yes," demanded Virginia. "How do you pick them up?"
+
+The young man laughed outright. Confidently he went on:
+
+"Pick 'em up? It's so easy that I can't understand why no one ever
+thought of it before. Did you ever see the way the fast expresses pick
+up mail bags? Near the track there is an upright post, from which
+extends an arm. On this arm is suspended the mail bag. The onrushing
+train, which is travelling perhaps at a speed of a mile a minute, is
+fitted on the outside with a sort of hook which catches the mail bag
+and jerks it into the car. Well, that same idea can just as well be
+applied to waiting passengers as to waiting mail bags. The passengers
+would all be gathered together in a car which would wait on a siding
+for the arrival of the express. By some mechanical
+contrivance--exactly what it would be I haven't yet figured out--this
+waiting car would be instantly switched on to the rapidly-moving
+express--would become, so to speak, the rear car. The passengers would
+go forward through the vestibule to take their seats in the train
+proper and the emptied waiting car would then be unswitched and go
+back to the station to begin the performance all over again--all this
+while the train was going at top speed. Isn't that some idea? Isn't it
+a dandy?"
+
+Fanny was silent. Virginia, hardly able to control her merriment, took
+up her book again. Jim was about to enter into further details when
+suddenly there was a noise behind them. Fanny started up with a cry.
+
+"Virginia! Look!" she exclaimed.
+
+Mrs. Blaine had half fallen out of her chair. In her sleep she had
+lost her balance and slipped down sideways. With the clerk's
+assistance the two girls sat her up again. Apparently she was not
+hurt, but her eyes were closed. She was strangely silent, and her
+hands were very cold. When they laid her head gently back on the back
+of the armchair they noticed that she was very white.
+
+"She's fainted!" cried Fanny excitedly.
+
+Virginia, greatly alarmed, exclaimed anxiously:
+
+"Mother, dear, what's the matter? Speak to me."
+
+Still no answer. The girls, now thoroughly frightened, ran for
+restoratives. Virginia poured out some brandy. Even Jimmie was
+frightened out of his usual levity and self-possession. Quickly taking
+her hand, which hung over the chair limp and lifeless, he put his
+finger on her pulse.
+
+"Please telephone for the doctor, Jim!" cried Virginia, distracted,
+almost in tears.
+
+The young man looked at both girls, his face serious and white. For
+once he controlled the situation. Soberly he said:
+
+"It's too late."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+
+In a luxuriously furnished suite on an upper floor of one of New
+York's biggest and most expensive hotels two men sat carelessly
+scanning the morning newspapers before a table still covered with
+breakfast dishes. It was nearly ten o'clock, long past the hour when
+most people begin the day's work, and there was nothing, either in the
+men's dress or manner, to suggest that they belonged to the effete and
+useless idle class. On the contrary, in appearance they were typical
+business men--energy, prosperity, masterfulness, showing in their
+every word and gesture, in every line of their clean-cut,
+strong-featured faces. On this particular morning they were not
+looking their best, and the reason, as well as the explanation of
+their late rising might possibly be found in the disorder which a
+cursory glance around the room revealed. Dress coats, white ties,
+patent leather pumps and other paraphernalia of evening wear were
+scattered here and there, just as each article had been thrown down
+when they had returned home the night before, while on a side table
+were a couple of champagne bottles--empty.
+
+They were both comparatively young men. The elder of the two, a big,
+athletic fellow with smooth face and strong jaw, did not appear to be
+much over thirty-five. His companion was about the same age. Both had
+the _blasé_ air of men who had lived and lived hard. All of
+life's fiercer joys they had known to excess, which explained,
+perhaps, why they were tired and disillusionized long before they had
+attained their prime. With a gesture of disgust, the elder man threw
+down his paper, and, snatching up a glass of ice-water, swallowed the
+refreshing contents at a gulp.
+
+"It's no use, Fred!" he exclaimed. "I'm no good for that late bumming.
+I guess I'm getting old. Those midnight orgies never did agree with
+me. Hot birds and cold wine are a barbaric mixture, anyhow. I'm going
+to cut it out--do you understand?--cut it out. So don't ask me
+again--it's no use. I've got a fearful headache this morning--and I'm
+so sleepy that I'd like to go to bed for a week. It's idiotic for a
+man to make such an infernal ass of himself. It knocks one out and
+renders one unfit for business. How can I go down town and understand
+what I'm doing when I've got such a head on as this? There's a
+directors' meeting to-day, too--very important. What time was it when
+we got home?"
+
+"About three o'clock, I should say," rejoined his _vis-à-vis_
+laconically, without looking up from his newspaper.
+
+In the fifteen years that they had been intimate friends Fred Hadley
+had grown so accustomed to these periodical outbursts from his old
+chum Bob Stafford that he seldom paid the slightest heed to his
+protests. Both self-made men, each had started practically in the
+gutter and by sheer dint of grit and energy forged his way to the
+front, the one as a captain of industry, the other as a promoter in
+railroading and finance. Men of exceptional capacity, success had come
+easily to them, and with success had come money and power. Hadley was
+now vice-president of one of the biggest steel concerns in the
+country, and Stafford had been even more successful. Attracted to
+railroading he had found employment with a western road, and soon
+displayed such a positive genius for organization that he quickly
+excited the attention of eastern railroad men. Quick promotion
+followed, until, at the end of ten years, he became himself a power in
+the railroad world. Shrewd deals in Wall Street had already brought
+him wealth, and the age of thirty-eight found him in control of half a
+dozen systems, his fortune already estimated at several millions, and
+his name in the railroad world one to conjure with, not only in Wall
+Street, but from New York to Frisco.
+
+Irritated at his companion's silence, Stafford repeated more loudly:
+
+"Do you hear? I'm going to cut it out!"
+
+At last Hadley, his ire roused, looked up.
+
+"Look here, Bob," he exclaimed impatiently, "you make me tired. You're
+a game sport, I don't think. It wasn't Maude's little party that
+knocked you out." Pointing significantly to the empty bottles of
+champagne on the side tables, he went on: "That's what did you up. Why
+did you soak yourself with champagne when you got home? Do you know
+you got away with two quarts of the stuff?"
+
+Stafford passed a hand over his burning brow.
+
+"The deuce I did! I don't remember. I must have been drunk when I got
+home. I took the 'fizz' to sober up on. Why did you let me?"
+
+"Let you?" echoed Hadley scornfully. "Is there any man alive capable
+of keeping you from the bottle when you've got a thirst on?"
+
+"Yes," admitted Stafford contritely, "I recall that I was d--d
+thirsty."
+
+"And instead of drinking ice water, you rang for champagne. You're a
+nice kind of fellow to moralize--you are!"
+
+Rising from the table, Hadley yawned, stretched himself, and,
+sauntering over to a window, stood looking out upon the busy city
+below. From that elevation the bird's-eye view was wonderful. The
+broad avenues below, teeming with life, the surging, confused mass of
+pedestrians and vehicles, the close network of side-streets filled
+with busy traffic, the silvery Hudson with sailing vessels and
+steamships departing for every port in the world--all this was a scene
+of which the eye never tired. The young man gazed at it for a moment,
+and then, retracing his steps, threw himself into an arm-chair.
+Lighting a cigar, he said:
+
+"These are bully rooms, all right. The view is splendid. But I don't
+see why you need to come to a hotel when you have your apartment on
+Riverside--and such an apartment!--a veritable palace, filled with
+everything one's artistic taste cares for and furnished and decorated
+to suit yourself."
+
+"That's just why," answered his companion dryly.
+
+The railroad man had left the breakfast table, and, seated at a desk
+on the other side of the room, was busy glancing over a huge batch of
+letters which had come with the morning's mail.
+
+"What do you mean by 'that's just why'?" demanded Hadley, puzzled.
+
+Stafford looked up and smiled.
+
+"Why--it's just as you said. My own place is so attractive that I
+can't do any work there. The paintings, statuary, bric-à-brac and
+what-not, distract my attention too much. If I have an important
+letter to draft, I can't think of what I want to say because my eyes
+are fascinated by the Peachblow vases on top of the bookcase. You
+haven't seen the vases, have you, Fred? They're 'peaches,' all right.
+I gave $3,000 for the pair. That's going some for a bit of breakable
+bric-à-brac. Come up to dinner some night and see them. I'll tell Oku
+you're coming, and he'll get up something good--one of his swell
+Japanese dishes."
+
+"Not on your life," interrupted the other with a grimace. "Japs and
+Chinks eat all kinds of freak things--nightingale tongues and such
+stuff. No--thanks. Your Oku's a decent little sort, as Jap butlers go,
+but when it comes to cooking, give me Christian food and a French
+_chef_ every time."
+
+Stafford laughed heartily.
+
+"Fred--my boy--you're shockingly provincial and bourgeois. I'm afraid
+I'll never make a cosmopolite out of you. Well, as I said, there is
+too much art about the place. It seems sacrilege to even think
+business there, so when I'm putting through any big deal, I just slip
+away and come to this hotel for a few days. At home I'm an art lover,
+revelling in the treasures I have succeeded in collecting; here I am a
+vulgar business person, occupied in the undignified task of making
+money. Only last week, when I was home, I got thinking out a plan one
+night in the library for a merger with a road which is cutting pretty
+badly into our business. I had thought out a plan, the details were
+working out nicely in my mind, when suddenly my gaze fell on the Corot
+hung just above my desk. You know the picture. Did you ever see more
+exquisite coloring, a more wonderful composition? Is it surprising
+that the plan for the merger quite slipped out of my head?"
+
+"Talking of exquisite coloring," interrupted Hadley irrelevantly, "did
+you notice how well Maude looked last night? If she's a day, that
+woman is forty, yet no one would take her for more than five and
+twenty. She's a marvel. No wonder Stanton is crazy about her."
+
+Stafford shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"Cosmetics and a clever hairdresser can work miracles," he said dryly.
+
+"She's a wonder, just the same--especially when you consider the life
+she's led. You know her history--a morphine fiend with the face of an
+angel. She knocked about for years before Stanton fell into her
+clutches. He's dippy about her--pays for that apartment and gives her
+a handsome allowance, bought her an automobile, pays her chauffeur,
+and all the rest of it. Did you notice that string of pearls she was
+wearing? It cost him a cool $10,000 in Paris last summer."
+
+"Why doesn't he marry her, if he's got it as bad as all that?"
+
+Hadley looked at his friend in amazement.
+
+"You're not in earnest, are you?" he demanded. "Marry a woman of that
+kind?"
+
+"Why not?" answered Stafford doggedly. "If the man thinks enough of
+her to waste so much time and money upon her let him try and reform
+her by throwing around her a cloak of respectability. Why is the woman
+what she is? Because pleasure-loving blackguards of Stanton's type
+have degraded her and made it impossible for her to hold up her head
+again among decent people."
+
+Hadley laughed outright.
+
+"Say, old man," he exclaimed, "it's easy to see you are out of sorts
+this morning. When did Bob Stafford start in to be a social reformer?
+Who ever expected such advice from the man who could always get away
+with more booze at a sitting than any man I ever knew, and who has
+been the hero of a hundred _affaires de coeur_, not all as
+respectable as that of Stanton and Maude?"
+
+The railroad man took it good-naturedly.
+
+"That's all right, Fred--rub it in all you like. It's because I've
+been an ass myself that I can see more plainly than any one, perhaps,
+what cursed folly it is. We spend our time and substance on some
+wretched wanton, who never gives us a thought save how much money she
+can squeeze out of us, and what have we in return? Nothing. The years
+slip quickly by; we find ourselves getting old, and there's no one
+round who really cares a jot whether we live or die--except, possibly
+our relatives, who look forward to the latter. Genuine affection is
+absolutely foreign to our existence. We have no one to bestow it on;
+no one to bestow it on us. To be quite frank, that is another reason
+why I don't care to spend too much time in my Riverside home. I feel
+lonesome there. The place is quiet; it lacks the life and bustle of a
+hotel, and Oku, decent little Jap as he is, hardly makes an ideal
+companion--"
+
+Sending a cloud of tobacco smoke up to the ceiling, Hadley gave vent
+to a low, expressive whistle.
+
+"So--that's where the land lays, eh? You are lonesome. In other words,
+you want a wife to share with you the artistic treasures of your
+Riverside home. You are tired of being a bachelor--"
+
+Stafford laughed--a resounding, wholesome laugh, that fairly shook the
+room.
+
+"You've guessed it, Fred, you've guessed it. You're a mind-reader. I
+confess I'm tired of bumming. You and Stanton and the rest of the boys
+are a jolly crowd. You've given me many a good time, but, I tell you,
+old man, I'm tired of it all. I want to cut away and settle down. If
+the right girl comes along, I'll marry her--"
+
+Hadley was silent for a few moments, and, sitting lazily back in the
+comfortable, deep-seated armchair, contented himself with puffing his
+cigar vigorously and emitting a prodigious quantity of smoke. Finally
+he said:
+
+"All right, Bob--you know best what you want. Try matrimony, if you've
+a mind to, but remember this--don't forget I gave you good warning.
+Marriage isn't what it's cracked up to be, by a long shot. The girl
+you're courting will seem to you a very different person after
+marriage. She'll be an old-man-of-the-sea hanging around your neck
+whom you can't shake off. Your trouble will only begin when you take
+to yourself a wife." Rising and picking up his hat and gloves, he
+added: "Now I must be going. I have an appointment at the office at
+11:30. What are you going to do? Coming down town with me?"
+
+Stafford pointed to the mass of papers and letters piled up on his
+desk. Shaking his head he replied:
+
+"No--I can't go out yet. I must answer all these letters." Helplessly
+he added: "I don't know how I'm going to tackle them. I've an awful
+headache."
+
+"Why not get a stenographer?"
+
+"A stenographer? That's not a bad idea. Where can I get one?"
+
+"Why, downstairs. There are two attached to the hotel. They attend to
+the telephone switchboard and do typewriting as well. One is a girl
+with red hair and a squint; the other is dark and rather pretty--"
+
+"Very well," smiled Stafford. "Send me up the pretty one. I couldn't
+stand the red-haired girl just now. I've got an important deal on
+hand. She might queer my luck. Do that for me, old chap. Tell her as
+you go out, and don't forget--the pretty one."
+
+"Right you are!" laughed Hadley. "I'll see you to-night at dinner. Ta
+ta!" He was going out when he turned round at the door. "Say--don't
+forget your virtuous resolution. Don't make love to the pretty
+typewriter."
+
+The door slammed and Stafford was alone.
+
+For some time after his friend disappeared, the railroad man sat idly
+turning over the mass of papers accumulating on the desk. There was a
+busy day before him--a directors' meeting at 2 o'clock, people to see
+at his office. But just now his thoughts were not on his work. He was
+cogitating on what he had just admitted to Hadley. Yes, that was it.
+The truth was out now. He had never acknowledged it before, even to
+himself. He was tired of his bachelor life. He wanted a wife.
+
+What had all his success been to him? An empty kind of satisfaction,
+after all. He had made money, more money than he knew what to do with,
+but it had not brought him real happiness. How could he be happy, when
+there was no one to share his happiness, his success? His parents were
+dead; he had no brothers or sisters. He was all alone in the world,
+and the older he got the more he was beginning to realize how isolated
+his life was. He had hosts of so-called friends--jolly good fellows of
+both sexes, who were ready enough to help him spend his money; but
+what was such friendship as that worth?
+
+Yet Fred might be right, after all. He had himself known men,
+confirmed bachelors like himself, who had got married and regretted it
+ever since. Their lives had become a burden to them. They were
+outrageously henpecked, made to dance attendance until all hours of
+the morning upon silly, bridge-loving wives. True, but they were poor,
+weak-minded simpletons, just the kind of men to be dominated, bullied
+by a woman. He would like to see the girl who could coerce him into
+doing anything he did not wish to do. If he ever married, he would
+rule his own household; no woman would venture to dictate to him. He
+would insist on his absolute independence, do as he chose, go where he
+liked. He would be the master. If the husband had not the right to
+command, who had? When a pair of horses was sold, did they not belong
+to the purchaser? A wife was, in a sense, a purchase. The average
+society girl who gets married nowadays practically sells herself. She
+wants a man with money--a man who will give her jewels and clothes and
+an establishment that will make every other girl of her acquaintance
+green with envy. She gets him--for a consideration. That, no doubt,
+was the kind of girl he would one day get. She would offer herself,
+and if he liked the look of her he would buy her, and, having bought
+her, she would learn soon enough that there was only one master in the
+Stafford household. It was not necessary that they love each other.
+They would be good friends, chums, and all that, but he would never
+let go of the check-rein. Certainly he would always be the master.
+
+He was thus engrossed in his reflections, when there came a gentle rap
+at the door. Instantly galvanized into action, he called out in
+stentorian tones:
+
+"Come in!"
+
+The door was pushed open, and Virginia Blaine entered, notebook in
+hand. Her face was slightly flushed, and she stood hesitatingly on the
+threshold, as if fearing to enter. She was attired in deep mourning,
+and the simple black dress, relieved only by a little white lace
+collar round the neck, enhanced the natural rich coloring of her face.
+Starting hastily from his seat, Stafford advanced towards her. Timidly
+she said:
+
+"You asked for a stenographer?"
+
+Impressed, as well as surprised by her beauty, at a loss for a moment
+what to say, the railroad promoter stammered confusedly:
+
+"No--that is--yes--by all means--won't you sit down?"
+
+She took a seat near the desk, and opening her notebook, got ready to
+take dictation. Stafford looked fixedly at her. He remembered now
+having seen her at the telephone switchboard downstairs in the hotel
+lobby. Smilingly he said:
+
+"What is your name?"
+
+"Miss Blaine," she replied coldly.
+
+"We've met before, haven't we?" he went on.
+
+She colored under his close scrutiny. Why did he stare so? It made her
+very uncomfortable. If he did not cease looking at her, she would
+close her book and walk out. It was much against her will that she had
+come up, alone, to a man's apartment. But she could not afford to lose
+an opportunity of earning a little extra money. Answering his
+question, she said rather curtly:
+
+"I believe I got a long distance for you the other day. I'm on the
+telephone desk, you know. Stenography is only a side issue."
+
+He still gazed at her admiringly, quick to note her well-bred manner,
+her quiet aloofness, unusual in girls of her occupation.
+
+"I remember," he nodded. "We had quite some difficulty in getting in
+touch with Washington."
+
+"Yes--there was trouble on the wires."
+
+"But we got it at last, didn't we?" he smiled, making an effort to
+break the ice and be friendly.
+
+But Virginia intended to stick strictly to business. She must make it
+plain that hers was not a social call. Quickly changing the topic, she
+asked:
+
+"Is the dictation ready?"
+
+Stafford would have liked to continue the personal conversation. After
+all, there was no immediate necessity of getting to work; the
+correspondence could wait. But there was an icy haughtiness in the
+girl's demeanor that discouraged any further attempt at getting
+acquainted. Proceeding therefore to business, he picked up a paper
+from the desk and commenced to dictate a letter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+
+The loss of her mother, following so soon after the death of her
+father, had come as a terrible shock to Virginia. She felt it more
+keenly even than Fanny, not only because her nature was more sensitive
+and impressionable, but also because she realized that she had been
+suddenly robbed of a constant and devoted companion. Fanny, who was
+now officially engaged to Mr. Gillie, was nearly always in his
+company, with the result that Virginia, more particular and more
+exacting in the choice of acquaintances than her sister, found the
+world emptier and more lonely than ever.
+
+Graduation day had come and gone and the dress which her poor mother
+had not lived to finish, had to be completed by other hands. At the
+end of her school days and now practically alone, with no one to look
+to for support, Virginia began to think seriously of the future. She
+must get something to do, that was very certain. Fanny would soon have
+Jimmie to look after her, but she herself must depend on her own
+exertion. She was a long time making up her mind what she would do.
+Her education fitted her for a teacher, but she shrank from the idea.
+Never would she have the patience. Then she thought of trying to write
+for the papers or magazines. That, also, was rejected. It was too
+precarious; she had had no experience. There was the stage. No--that
+would not do. She did not like the environments. There remained only
+the alternative of being a saleswoman in a department store or a
+stenographer. Having taken a course in shorthand, and being fairly
+proficient, she chose the latter, and, thanks to the influence and
+good offices of Dr. Everett, at last succeeded in securing a fairly
+remunerative position.
+
+The first few days of business employment proved a novel and trying
+experience. To a young girl accustomed to the quiet and exclusiveness
+of private life, the noise and promiscuousness of a public hotel
+corridor were singularly distasteful. The men ogled her; the women
+guests tried her patience. A pretty girl, it was only natural that she
+should attract attention from the men, but the persistent manner in
+which they stared, and tried to make acquaintance, annoyed her beyond
+measure. When they spoke to her in the ordinary course of business
+they were courteous enough, but their eyes were bold, and sometimes
+they said things in an undertone which made her face flush scarlet.
+She complained to her associates, but she got no sympathy. The other
+girls--sorry they were not attractive themselves--only laughed at her
+for being so particular. They said that the men meant no harm, and
+that she should consider it a compliment to her good looks if they
+took the trouble to address her at all.
+
+Otherwise the work was congenial enough and the hours were not long.
+She still lived with her sister in the same house where their mother
+died. The millinery business had grown sufficiently large to take all
+Fanny's time, and it brought in enough to keep the little household
+going. When her sister married Jimmie, she would, of course, be
+compelled to give the shop up, but meantime it helped defray expenses
+and gave Fanny an occupation.
+
+After that first morning of dictation in Robert Stafford's rooms,
+Virginia saw a good deal of the handsome railroad man. The first
+business interview had been followed by others, and when there was no
+regular correspondence to be answered he would stop at the desk
+downstairs on all sorts of pretexts. Usually it was to telephone;
+sometimes to write a note, and for some reason or other both of these
+operations took up considerably more time than was absolutely
+necessary. On one occasion he was sitting near her desk nearly all
+afternoon. He had asked her to get Chicago on the long distance. There
+was trouble on the wires, as had happened once before with Washington,
+and it was two hours before he got his number. Strangely enough, the
+delay did not seem to annoy him. He sat leisurely near her desk and
+chatted with her about theatres, music, books and art, finding her
+well read and conversant with every topic, especially with art, which
+was his hobby. He seemed sorry when at last he had no longer an excuse
+to stay. All that time he had watched her, quietly noting and admiring
+the calm, skilful way she went about her work.
+
+The girl interested him. Not so much because she was good looking as
+that she was quite different from other women. Her cold, distant air,
+her spirit of self-reliance and independence pleased him. Most women
+he had known had offered themselves shamelessly; this girl had kept
+him at a distance. This in itself would be enough to attract most men.
+The very novelty of it appealed to him. She was exceedingly pretty,
+too, yet hers was not the banal, conventional beauty of every day, but
+something fresher, more fascinating, more lovable, an indefinable,
+elusive charm that kept him guessing, yet always accompanied by a
+quiet dignity that compelled respect. Instead of flirting with him or
+giving him any encouragement, as girls of her class often did, she
+studiously avoided his gaze, seeming not to know he was there,
+serenely indifferent as to whether he came or went. Accustomed as
+he--the wealthy bachelor--was to see girls literally throw themselves
+at him, it was a new experience to find himself apparently of so
+little account, and this, perhaps as much as anything else, made him
+all the more determined to force himself upon her attention.
+
+Apart from this, Virginia aroused the man's sensuality, excited his
+imagination. It seemed to him that a girl of her impressionable
+nature, artistic temperament, intellectual aloofness, once her ardor
+was awakened would love more passionately than a woman of commoner
+clay; her caresses, it seemed to him, would have greater zest than
+those of a woman more obviously carnal. Never, in the years during
+which he had sown his wild oats, having learned how to control his
+appetites, nor in his career as a rich man about town, learned to
+respect woman or see in her anything else but an instrument of
+pleasure, it was not surprising that he looked at Virginia with eyes
+of lust. Apart from her spirituality which interested him, she also
+appealed to him physically and with the craving of an epicure, ever
+seeking some gastronomic novelty wherewith to gratify his jaded
+palate, he determined to awaken her virginal emotions and find out in
+what way they differed from those of other women.
+
+He set to work to win her, taking the same keen pleasure in the
+pastime as does a sportsman at the hunt. He realized that it would not
+be easy, and vaguely he foresaw failure, but the difficulties of the
+task only served to spur him on to make the attempt. He began the
+campaign of fascination tactfully, diplomatically, careful not to
+offend, avoiding anything likely to excite her resentment or arouse
+her fears. He lent her books, gave her tickets for concerts and
+picture exhibitions, tried in every way to break down the barrier of
+haughty reserve with which she had surrounded herself and gain her
+confidence.
+
+Virginia appreciated these attentions, and the well-bred ease with
+which she accepted them only made the would-be lover's campaign the
+more difficult. In fact, her very frankness and candor made it
+impossible, and finally disarmed him altogether, leaving him feeling
+very much ashamed of himself. Stafford was not a scoundrel at heart.
+He had gone into the game just for the sport, as many men of his class
+and opportunities had done before him, carelessly, thoughtlessly, and
+without fully realizing that he was committing a crime. And now that
+she had gone through the fire unscathed, he was more in love with her
+than ever. What a fool, what an unspeakable cad he had been to even
+think of her in that way!
+
+Then another thought occurred to him. The girl whom he could never
+have won for a mistress might well be worth making his wife. Why not
+marry her? The idea had never entered his head, but it was not so
+preposterous as it at first seemed. He had jested with Hadley about
+looking for a wife, and at times had even thought seriously about
+getting married. Yet it was not a thing to be undertaken lightly. As
+head of a big railroad system, he had a certain position to keep up.
+This girl was poor--an obscure stenographer. There was no telling what
+objectionable relatives she might have. When a man marries, he marries
+his wife's family! How society would laugh! Well, what if it did? He
+had boasted to Hadley that he defied the conventions. What did he care
+for society? There was many a woman in society who, if the walls of
+alcoves could talk and it came to a show-down on conduct, would not
+dare hold up her head in presence of Virginia Blaine. He certainly
+liked the girl well enough to marry her. He could hardly say that he
+loved her. One does not love at first sight, no matter what the dime
+novelists say--and what, perhaps, was more important, he respected
+her. Could every man say as much of the woman he married? Love would
+come later, he had no doubt of that, and after all, he thought to
+himself, it was not so much a question of "should he marry her?" as of
+"would she marry him?"
+
+Once he made up his mind, Robert Stafford was not the kind of man to
+let the grass grow under his feet. He started on a new campaign--an
+honorable campaign, this time, on which he was willing to stake his
+happiness. He was puzzled, at first, how to go about it. A clever way,
+he thought, would be to get her more interested in himself, in his
+home. He would ask her to visit his Riverside house and see his art
+treasures, his pictures. Of course, it was not likely that she would
+consent to go alone. He would tell her to bring her sister. If he
+invited the sister she could hardly refuse.
+
+One afternoon Virginia was at work on some typewriting in his rooms at
+the hotel. A number of letters had accumulated and they had put in the
+whole afternoon at dictation. Stafford had paid little attention to
+her, being wholly absorbed in business detail, but about four o'clock
+he declared he was tired, even if she were not, and, despite her
+protests, insisted on telephoning downstairs and ordering tea to be
+sent up. When it was brought in, daintily served with cake on a silver
+salver, and the waiter had withdrawn, he courteously drew up a chair
+and asked her to serve. She must be hostess, he said laughingly.
+
+Now the business on hand was over, his manner underwent a complete
+change; in place of the employer, she saw a polished man of the world
+entertaining a social equal. Virginia accepted his hospitality and
+politeness graciously, without awkwardness or false modesty, and
+before long found herself laughing and chatting with him on terms of
+delightful intimacy.
+
+"Had any trouble with long distance lately?" he inquired, as he passed
+her a biscuit.
+
+"Not more than usual," she smiled.
+
+"Not even with Chicago?"
+
+"No--not even Chicago. It seems to me that I have trouble only when
+you want the wire."
+
+He laughed, a loud, boyish laugh, that shook the room.
+
+"We had a hard struggle the first time we tried it, didn't we?"
+
+"Rather," she replied.
+
+He looked at her for a few moments without speaking, admiring her
+large black eyes, the finely arched eyebrows, the delicately chiselled
+mouth. Then he said:
+
+"You were very patient about it."
+
+"I couldn't do the work if I wasn't patient," she replied quietly.
+
+"But you were exceptionally nice about it," he insisted. "It wasn't
+the usual external, duty-patience, but the real patience that comes
+from within. You know what I mean."
+
+She nodded.
+
+"Yes. My mother was the best example of that kind of patience I have
+ever known. She radiated it."
+
+He knew that she had lost her mother, but from feelings of delicacy
+had never asked for particulars. But now circumstances seemed to
+invite confidences. Sympathetically he asked:
+
+"How long has she been--gone?"
+
+"Six years," she replied slowly, looking away past him out of the
+window, through which she could see the roofs of the big, careless
+city. Her eyes filled with tears, as she went on: "My father was a
+lawyer, but he didn't have a large practice, and when he died he left
+nothing but his insurance. It was very little--not enough to live on,
+and mother, with us two girls to look after, had to do something
+practical, so she opened a small millinery store."
+
+"The right spirit," he said approvingly.
+
+"It was a grim, hard struggle, particularly at first," she went on.
+"My sister Fanny had left school, and was able to help her, and then
+it wasn't quite so trying. You see, Fanny didn't care for school."
+
+"But you did?"
+
+"Yes," she said with enthusiasm, "I always loved it. Mother knew it,
+and insisted that I should go through High School. I was delighted,
+for I didn't realize then what struggles and sacrifices it meant for
+her, and here is the irony--the tragedy--of it all. I was selected as
+the class orator at our graduating exercises, and mother was very
+happy over it. She looked forward to it as one of the days of her
+life, and started to make my graduating dress--but never finished it!"
+Very softly she murmured: "Poor mother!"
+
+Never had she looked so pretty as at this moment when, her face pale
+and thoughtful, her eyes dimmed with tears, she called up memories of
+the past. Stafford, his gaze intent on her, said gently:
+
+"You have her memory."
+
+"Yes," she murmured, "it is more to me than anything in the
+world--except Fanny."
+
+"You love your sister, I know," he said.
+
+"Of course I do," she replied quickly. "She took mother's place--as
+much as any one could--and, except on our vacations, we have never
+been separated."
+
+"You soon will be though, won't you?"
+
+She looked up at him in surprise, not understanding.
+
+"How?" she demanded.
+
+"Didn't you tell me that your sister was going to be married?"
+
+Virginia laughed, a low, musical laugh, which charmed him.
+
+"Yes," she said, "that's true. They are to be married next month."
+Sadly she added: "I shall miss her very much. Yet I shan't mind that
+kind of separation--if she's happy."
+
+Stafford smiled. Quietly he said:
+
+"That's the trouble with matrimony--that great, big little word--if."
+
+"Oh," she interrupted quickly. "I feel sure they'll be happy. Theirs
+is a marriage for love."
+
+Looking closely at her, he asked: "Do you believe in love?"
+
+"Of course," she answered, raising her cup to her face to hide her
+embarrassment.
+
+"What kind of love?" he persisted.
+
+"Real love."
+
+"What do you call real love?"
+
+She opened her eyes wide, as if greatly astonished.
+
+"Why--why," she stammered, "don't you think there is such a thing as
+real love?"
+
+"Certainly I do," he laughed, amused at her ingenuousness. "But I
+don't think it's what the sentimental schoolgirl feels for the college
+football player. As for love at first sight, I consider that simply
+absurd. To my way of thinking, love isn't a spontaneous combustion.
+It's a slow, steady growth and the soil in which it grows best
+is--respect."
+
+"Perhaps you are right," she said hesitatingly.
+
+"I know that I am," he replied positively.
+
+There was a short silence, when suddenly Stafford said:
+
+"Who is this man that your sister is marrying?"
+
+Virginia laid down her cup of tea and burst out laughing.
+
+"Oh, he's so funny! I'm sure he would amuse you. Such an original! His
+name is James Gillie."
+
+He liked to encourage her to speak of herself and her family. It
+seemed to bring them closer together. Pleasantly he asked:
+
+"What does he do, this Mr. Gillie--doctor--lawyer--business man?"
+
+Amused at his curiosity, Virginia shook her head. Laughingly she said:
+
+"Nothing so substantial, I assure you. He's only a shipping
+clerk--getting about $14 a week--"
+
+Stafford stared in amazement. With an incredulous smile, he exclaimed:
+
+"Only earning $14 a week and he has the impudence to ask your sister
+to marry him?"
+
+Virginia nodded.
+
+"Oh, but you don't know Mr. Gillie," she went on. "He's sure he's
+worth far more than that, and he has won sister over to the same
+opinion. I have some doubts myself, but they are both quite convinced
+that before long he will be a multi-millionaire. You see, he has
+ideas. He invents things. He told us about one of his inventions the
+other day. It was something that would help the railroads, and make
+them and him fabulously rich--"
+
+"An inventor, eh?" exclaimed Stafford, his business instinct quickly
+aroused at the mention of railroads.
+
+An idea suddenly occurred to him. Here, perhaps, was the opportunity
+he had been seeking, the excuse he had been looking for. Under
+pretence of wishing to meet the inventor, he might be able to induce
+her to bring her prospective brother-in-law to the house, and since
+Mr. Gillie could hardly accept the invitation alone, she would, of
+course, be compelled to accompany him. He said nothing for a moment,
+and then, turning and looking at his companion intently, said with
+great earnestness:
+
+"Miss Blaine, I wonder if you would do me a great favor."
+
+Surprised at the request, and rather startled, Virginia looked up,
+wondering what favor she, poor little stenographer, could possibly
+render the millionaire. Quickly she replied:
+
+"Certainly--anything in my power."
+
+He bowed and went on:
+
+"As you know, I am in the railroad business. As head of an important
+transcontinental system, it is part of my work to investigate and look
+into anything that may prove of value in improving our equipment. If
+this Mr. Gillie has invented something really valuable, I'd like to
+know what it is. If there is anything in it, I might be able to render
+him a good service in bringing his invention promptly to the attention
+of the right people. You can see yourself how important it is that I
+should meet Mr. Gillie--"
+
+Virginia flushed with mingled pleasure and embarrassment. She was
+delighted at the thought that she might be able to advance Fanny's
+interests, but Jimmie was such an impossible person! How could she
+introduce him to a man of Mr. Stafford's polish and distinction? Yet
+for Fanny's sake she ought not to let any opportunity slip by. Seeing
+her hesitate, Stafford went on:
+
+"Why couldn't you and your sister come and dine with me at Riverside
+Drive next Saturday evening at seven o'clock? And bring Mr. Gillie
+with you. I shall be delighted to meet your sister and her fiancé. It
+will also be a good opportunity for you to look over some of my art
+treasures--quite an interesting collection, I assure you, picked up
+here and there, all over the world. Do come. Don't say no. I'll have
+Oku, my Japanese butler, prepare a little dinner. We'll be merry as
+crickets. Besides I think I can do your future brother-in-law a good
+turn. You will come, won't you?"
+
+He leaned forward, his eyes ardently fixed on hers. There was
+something in his look, in his manner, which brought the color to her
+cheeks, yet it was nothing at which she could take offence. On the
+contrary, she had every reason to feel flattered and pleased. In her
+heart she knew that this sudden anxiety to meet Jimmie was but a
+pretext, and that it was she alone whom he really wanted to go and
+admire the works of art in his beautiful Riverside home. Something
+told her that this man loved her, and the very thought of it, with all
+the possibilities it conjured up, sent through her a thrill of mingled
+pleasure and alarm.
+
+"Won't you?" he said again, in earnest, pleading tones.
+
+There was a brief silence. Then, looking up, she said with a frank
+smile:
+
+"It is very good of you. Yes--we shall be very pleased. Saturday
+evening, at seven."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+
+No.--Riverside Drive, an imposing apartment house of Spanish style of
+architecture, situated in the most select and attractive section of
+that aristocratic thoroughfare, was justly renowned in the
+neighborhood for the size and magnificence of its suites and the ultra
+_chic_ quality of its exclusive, wealthy patrons. No one ever
+heard of rooms being vacant; people had been on the waiting list for
+years and they were still waiting. Tenants never dreamed of leaving,
+once they had been fortunate enough to secure a lease. It would be
+surprising if they did, for in all New York there were no apartments
+more desirable and comfortable.
+
+Mr. Robert Stafford lived on the eighth floor, his rooms facing the
+Hudson and commanding a superb view of the stately river below, which,
+broad and turbulent, rushed by on its way to the sea, its surface
+dotted with all kinds of steam and sailing craft. To the north, away
+past Grant's Tomb, were the highlands of New Jersey and the
+precipitous cliffs of the historic Palisades, which, as far as the eye
+could reach, stretched away in a mist of purplish haze.
+
+The decorations and appointments of the apartment would have brought
+joy into the gloomy heart of the most blasé connoisseur. Entering a
+spacious foyer with a lofty, elaborately decorated ceiling and walls
+of white marble hung all round with tapestries, trophies and oil
+paintings, the visitor passed through a number of wide halls, treading
+on thick Oriental rugs until he reached the salon, a magnificent room
+decorated in blue and gold with heavy gilt furniture to match, which,
+in turn, opened on to the dining room, both looking on the Avenue and
+commanding a fine view of the river. At the far end of the salon was a
+large fireplace with a splendid mantel of beautifully carved marble, a
+rare piece of decorative art from the north of Italy. The dining room,
+panelled with rare woods, and hung with red, with panelled ceiling,
+was separated from the salon by a folding door. The walls of both
+rooms were covered with paintings, water colors and engravings, while
+all about was a picturesque confusion of _objets d'art_ of every
+description--Japanese ivories, rare porcelains, old English china,
+Indian bronzes, antique watches, snuff boxes and bonbonnières,
+curiously wrought brass and iron work, Peach Blow vases, Mexican
+pottery, Satsuma ware, richly mounted weapons of the middle ages,
+Japanese armor, long daggers from Toledo, delicate lattice work from
+Venice, Florentine carvings, valuable Gobelins tapestries from Paris,
+etc., etc.--a collection such as an Oriental potentate might envy.
+The fame of the Stafford collection had gone far and wide, and the
+railroad promoter had been criticized more than once because he did
+not open his house more frequently for society's enjoyment. Ambitious
+mothers saw in the wealthy bachelor a great catch for their daughters,
+but it was in vain that they baited their matrimonial nets. Stafford
+declined all invitations and lived himself the life of a hermit. He
+was very seldom at home, the blinds were nearly always drawn, and the
+place looked deserted. The only sign of life was an occasional glimpse
+of faithful Oku, the Japanese butler, who, with downcast eyes and
+stealthy tread, sometimes made a _sortie_ in search of food or
+other household necessity.
+
+A pure-blooded subject of the Mikado, Oku had come to America years
+ago to make his fortunes; but, falling into the hands of the
+Philistines directly he landed, found himself stranded in San
+Francisco. Stafford had run across him there, took a fancy to him and
+attached him to his person as a body servant. He had never regretted
+it. Oku was one of those ideal retainers who, once they have found an
+attachment, would rather die than betray their trust. His command of
+the vernacular was only limited, but he was the very soul of courtesy
+and politeness, and when not otherwise able to make himself
+understood, would content himself by a number of low salaams,
+accompanied by most apologetic exclamations of: "Excuse,
+please--excuse, please," which original form of salutation, together
+with his Far-Eastern air, was well in harmony with the oriental,
+exotic surroundings of the place.
+
+But this evening things were astir in the Stafford abode. Lights were
+burning recklessly in every room and Oku had been running excitedly
+about since early dawn. Had not his lord and master told him that
+visitors were coming and to prepare dinner for five? Ah, now Oku was
+indeed in his element! Instantly spurred to action, he had run here
+and there, in and out of the shops, in search of the most toothsome
+dainties. He had bought the choicest meats, the finest birds, big
+mushrooms just picked, asparagus such as might make a king's mouth
+water. Then there was the wine. The champagne must go on ice early.
+His master liked it very cold--almost frozen. Then there were the
+cocktails to get ready, and the cigars and the floral decorations,
+with bouquets for the ladies and _boutonnières_ for the men.
+Altogether, Oku had a busy day.
+
+But he was repaid when at half past six that evening he stood in the
+salon and cast a last glance over the banquet table to make sure that
+nothing had been forgotten. Viewed through the folding doors and
+literally groaning under the load of handsome silver, fine crystal,
+snowy linen, and cut flowers, the table presented a picture calculated
+to fill the heart of any host with pride.
+
+Oku glanced anxiously at the clock. He devoutly prayed that his dear
+master would soon come. It was a terrible responsibility for him to
+bear alone. Another half hour and the company would arrive, and his
+master had still to dress! The minutes sped by and no sign of Mr.
+Stafford. Where could he be? The butler was beginning to worry in
+earnest when the telephone bell suddenly rang. The butler feverishly
+picked up the receiver just in time to hear his master say:
+
+"Is that you, Oku?"
+
+"Yes--Sir--Excuse--please--Sir!"
+
+"Oku," came Stafford's voice, "I've been held downtown at my club. I'm
+just starting for home. If Miss Blaine and her friends come, make them
+comfortable until I arrive. Understand?"
+
+"Yes--Sir--Excuse--please--Sir!"
+
+The speaker rang off and Oku, more nervous and excited than ever now
+that he was called upon to act as host as well as caterer, danced
+about the apartment like a man possessed. Seven o'clock struck and
+the echoes of the last stroke had barely died away when there came a
+discreet ring at the front door bell. Quickly Oku pulled himself
+together and summoning up his most dignified manner, threw the door
+wide open. On the threshold stood Mr. James Gillie, accompanied by
+Virginia and Fanny.
+
+"Is this Mr. Stafford's apartment?" inquired Jimmie in his grandest
+manner.
+
+"Yes, sir," said Oku with a deep salaam. "Excuse, please, and come in!
+Excuse, please!"
+
+None of the visitors were in evening dress. The girls wore shirt
+waists and Jimmie's chief claims to distinction were a clean shave and
+freshly-pressed pants. At the last moment Virginia had wished not to
+come at all for this reason. She had no evening frock and could not
+afford to get one for a single occasion, and Fanny was in the same
+straits. There had been a long argument over the matter and not a few
+tears, until finally Fanny made it impossible for Virginia to hold out
+any longer by declaring flatly that her whole future--hers and
+Jimmies--was at stake. So Virginia surrendered with as good grace as
+she could pretend--hoping inwardly that Mr. Stafford looked upon it
+only as an informal affair and would be neither dressed himself nor
+expect them to be.
+
+Jimmie handed his coat and hat to the butler with as important an air
+as he was able to assume, and, speaking for the ladies, who until now
+had stood motionless in the background, said loftily:
+
+"Tell Mr. Stafford the people he was expecting have come."
+
+Oku salaamed profoundly, but did not budge.
+
+"Excuse! But Mr. Stafford--he is not here," he said.
+
+Jimmie looked blankly at the girls. With a grin at Virginia he
+snickered:
+
+"I told you being late was the proper thing."
+
+Virginia turned to the butler. Anxiously she said:
+
+"Isn't there some mistake?"
+
+Oku shook his head, and throwing open the door of the salon, motioned
+to them to enter.
+
+"Excuse, please, but there is no mistake," he grinned. "Mr. Stafford
+he say to me over telephone he is very sorry, but there is big meeting
+and he not get away. He be here in half an hour."
+
+The girls looked at each other in dismay. Jimmie made a grimace.
+
+"Half an hour! Jumping Jupiter!" he exclaimed.
+
+"He say he is very sorry," went on Oku apologetically, "but will hurry
+quick as can. He say for you to wait till he come and he tell me to
+say many time, 'Excuse, please! Excuse!'"
+
+Virginia smiled. With quiet dignity she said:
+
+"Very well--we understand--we will wait."
+
+Oku put out his hand for their hats and coats.
+
+"Give me hats, please--excuse, please."
+
+While the girls divested themselves of their outer garments the little
+butler chatted on in his quaint pigeon English:
+
+"Mr. Stafford--he say to ask if you will have cocktail."
+
+Jimmie had carelessly strolled over to a table and picked up a book.
+On hearing the invitation to liquid refreshments he closed the volume
+with a bang and turned round like a flash:
+
+"I will," he exclaimed quickly.
+
+A ludicrous expression of renewed interest suddenly replaced the
+shipping clerk's rather disgusted expression. Anything was welcome
+which promised to relieve the monotony of this society stunt, as he
+had termed Mr. Stafford's invitation. It was against his will that he
+had come at all. Why should he do this millionaire the honor of dining
+with him? What was he to him? Because he was rich? Well, he guessed
+not. If he had consented at Fanny's urgent pleadings, it was because
+his fiancée had told him it would help Virginia. Mr. Stafford, Fanny
+said, was simply crazy about her and might propose to her any day.
+After all, it could do no harm to have a millionaire in the family.
+Besides, he was a big railroad man. He might help him to do something
+with his "no stop" idea. But he must be on his guard and not allow
+sentiment to interfere with business. This Stafford must not think
+that because he invited him to dinner and might one day become his
+brother-in-law that he was going to get the "no-stop" invention cheap.
+No, siree--no one should get the best of him!
+
+Oku had approached Virginia, who, having crossed the room, was gazing
+through the casement windows at the splendid view. Salaaming low, he
+said:
+
+"Miss--will take cocktail?"
+
+"No--thank you," she answered with a smile.
+
+The butler turned to Fanny, who looked significantly at Jimmie as if
+desirous of consulting his wishes in so important a matter.
+
+"Sure!" he said in an aside not intended to reach the butler's ears.
+
+But Oku was nothing if not discreet. He never allowed himself to hear
+anything. When Fanny nodded he merely inquired politely:
+
+"What kind--please?"
+
+Jimmie grinned and licked his lips. Turning to his future wife he
+asked:
+
+"What do you like?"
+
+"What kind do you?" she laughed, anxious to keep him in good humor.
+
+"Martini suits me all right."
+
+Oku bowed to the ground.
+
+"Yes, miss. Two Martini cocktails. Excuse, please! Excuse!"
+
+With another profound salaam and retreating backwards towards the door
+as if in the presence of royalty, the Japanese butler made an
+impressive exit.
+
+Jimmie had watched Oku's every movement with the greatest amusement.
+When he was out of earshot he remarked with a chuckle:
+
+"Great little chink, that!"
+
+Fanny laughed. Teasingly she said:
+
+"He's not a Chinaman, Jim. Don't you know a Japanese when you see
+one?"
+
+"They all look alike to me," he grinned.
+
+Profiting by the butler's absence, the shipping clerk started on a
+tour of critical inspection of the salon. Looking around, he exclaimed
+with enthusiasm:
+
+"Say--this is some room, eh?"
+
+Virginia had left the window and was admiring some water-colors on the
+walls. Overhearing the exclamation, she looked up, her glance taking
+in the whole room.
+
+"Yes--it is beautiful," she said ecstatically.
+
+Fanny, who had been diligently rubbing the back of her magnificent
+gilt chair to see if it was real gold leaf, broke in:
+
+"While this place was being built I read in the paper that Mr.
+Stafford was to pay $15,000 a year for his rooms."
+
+Jimmie opened wide his eyes in amazement.
+
+"Fifteen thousand a year--just for his rooms!" he exclaimed
+incredulously.
+
+He looked at Virginia as if expecting her to confirm the statement.
+
+"Yes," insisted Fanny, "$15,000 a year."
+
+The shipping clerk gave a low whistle.
+
+"Why, that's nearly $300 a week!" he cried.
+
+Fanny gave an affirmative nod, and her fiancé, putting on an injured
+air as if Mr. Stafford's expenses had to come out of his own pocket,
+went on:
+
+"Three hundred dollars--just for his rooms, while I slave a whole
+week, from eight in the morning till six at night for a measly
+fourteen." With a disgusted shrug of his shoulders he added: "I tell
+you there's something rotten in this country."
+
+Virginia looked around apprehensively. She was afraid the butler might
+have heard the ejaculation, which, considering he was Mr. Stafford's
+guest, was certainly inexecrable taste. Not that she was surprised. By
+this time she had learned not to look to her prospective
+brother-in-law for Chesterfieldian manners. Quickly she said:
+
+"Mr. Stafford didn't get more than fourteen when he was your age. He
+was poor, too."
+
+"Yes," chimed in Fanny with a toss of her head, "and when they raised
+you from twelve at Christmas you thought you were doing great. I
+remember how chesty you were about it."
+
+Jimmie grinned. In tones meant to be tender he replied:
+
+"Only because I figured that I might be gettin' eighteen pretty soon
+and then we could get married." Eying her sheepishly, he went on: "Do
+we still have to wait till I get eighteen, Fanny?"
+
+"We certainly do," she retorted promptly. "A couple simply can't live
+on less than eighteen."
+
+The shipping clerk thrust his hands in his pockets and began to stride
+up and down the room. Peevishly he exclaimed:
+
+"I know it. That's what makes me so sore when I read about
+millionaires like Stafford having luxurious private yachts, giving
+fifty thousand for a picture and things like that. They have so much
+money they don't know what to do with it, and yet all that stands
+between me and happiness is four dollars a week _and I can't get
+it_."
+
+Virginia, who was sitting on the sofa, having become interested in a
+cabinet full of curios close by, looked up with a smile. Encouragingly
+she said:
+
+"Don't worry, Jimmie, your chance will come just as Mr. Stafford's
+did."
+
+"Fine chance I've got," he growled; "third assistant shipping clerk in
+a wholesale grocery. Why, the manager of the department only gets
+thirty and he's been with the house twenty-six years."
+
+"That's a sweet outlook for me, I must say," cried Fanny in dismay.
+"If it takes a man twenty-six years to work up to thirty, I suppose
+you'll be getting eighteen eleven years from the third of next
+January."
+
+Jimmie looked closely at both girls. He was not quite sure if they
+were making fun of him. Apparently satisfied that, on the contrary,
+they were in full sympathy with his troubles, he said:
+
+"I'm doing my best and no fellow can do more! That's what makes me so
+sore, I tell you. Here I am slaving away for fourteen a week and he
+spends three hundred just for his rooms. I wonder how many rooms he
+gets for that?"
+
+"I think it's twelve and four baths," said Fanny.
+
+"Four baths!" he gasped. "What in God's name can a bachelor do with
+four baths?"
+
+"Is there any reason he shouldn't have them if he can pay for them?"
+demanded Fanny quietly.
+
+"But what good are they to him," insisted her fiancé. "No matter how
+much money he has, he can't be in more than one tub at a time. I
+suppose he uses 'em Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
+Saturday--and keeps the favorite for the special splash on Sunday."
+
+Virginia looked at him scornfully.
+
+"Do you realize," she exclaimed, "that Mr. Stafford has servants and
+that he has friends come to stay with him occasionally?"
+
+Abashed, the young man put his hands in his pockets and began to
+whistle. He stood in considerable awe of Virginia.
+
+"Oh, I hadn't thought o' that," he said mildly.
+
+Flushing with vexation at his making such remarks, Fanny said to him
+in a quick undertone:
+
+"Take my advice and do think--once in a while. And get rid of that
+temper, too. For the first time in our lives we're invited to dine
+with a rich man and I, for one, want to enjoy it."
+
+Jimmie opened his mouth as if to make some retort, when suddenly Oku
+re-appeared carrying a tray in which was a tempting spread of
+cocktails, cigarettes and cigars.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+
+While the butler was serving the cocktails, Virginia roamed through
+the splendid suite of rooms, taking keen delight in examining at
+closer range one and all of the art treasures they contained. She went
+into silent ecstasies before a Da Vinci, a Rembrandt and other fine
+examples of the old masters, and was held spellbound by the beautiful
+modelling of a piece of modern French sculpture. She was not enough of
+a connoisseur to be able to estimate each picture, each curio at its
+true value, but she knew enough to realize that it was a very valuable
+collection and one which very few persons were privileged to view. The
+books with their fine bindings were likewise a source of particular
+delight.
+
+How happy, she mused, the possessor of such a paradise ought to be!
+She wondered if he spent much time at home or if he preferred to
+answer the call of the gay metropolis. He looked like a man who
+enjoyed life. Why had he taken all this trouble for such obscure
+persons as themselves? Why had he looked at her in that persistent,
+admiring way? Could it be possible that he was really attracted to her
+and had begun to think of her as a man does of the woman he wants to
+marry? Was it conceivable that she could ever be the mistress of such
+a beautiful home as this? What folly to even dream of such a
+possibility! Possibly, he was attracted to her and liked her company,
+but there was a vast difference between a fleeting whim and wishing to
+make her his wife. And when her glance fell on Jimmie and Fanny
+squabbling in the distance it was with some bitterness that she
+realized the difference in their station, the width of the social
+chasm between her and the set to which their host belonged.
+
+"Excuse--please--excuse," spluttered the polite little Jap as he
+gracefully presented the salver to each guest.
+
+Fanny took a glass, followed in turn by Jimmie, who, extending his
+clumsy hand, snatched one of the dainty glasses and put it to his
+lips. The butler, all smiles and civility, placed the tray on a table
+and again bowed low. Pointing to the tray, he said:
+
+"Cigarettes and cigars! Is there anything else?"
+
+"Not for me," replied Jimmie, making himself comfortable in a chair on
+the other side of the table.
+
+"Nor for me," smiled Fanny, graciously.
+
+"No, thank you," added Virginia quickly. "We need nothing else."
+
+"Then excuse, please. Excuse--"
+
+The butler salaamed and withdrew, leaving Jimmie and Fanny sipping
+their cocktails, while Virginia, still interested in the hundred and
+one curios scattered about the rooms, strolled around alone.
+
+"Some cocktail, eh?" grinned Jimmie, smacking his lips.
+
+"Fine!" exclaimed his fiancée, emptying her glass and putting it down
+on the table.
+
+Suddenly the clerk's eyes, wandering idly around the room, alighted on
+the tray filled with cigar and cigarette boxes which the butler had
+left behind. Rising and going to the table, he stood staring greedily
+at some expensive perfectos. Finally, unable any longer to withhold
+his itching palm, he put out his hand and selected one. He lit it and
+for a few moments puffed away with evident satisfaction. The more he
+puffed and inhaled the weed's fragrant aroma, the more sorry he was
+that he had none of the same brand at home. Acting on a sudden
+impulse, he went back to the table and took half a dozen cigars out of
+the box. He was about to stuff them into his pocket when Virginia,
+stepping quickly forward, interfered:
+
+"Jimmie!" she exclaimed indignantly.
+
+He stayed his hand and rather shamefacedly placed the cigars back in
+the box. Looking up, he demanded:
+
+"Why not? He wouldn't mind."
+
+"Just the same, it isn't a gentlemanly thing to do," she said
+severely.
+
+"If it comes to that," he retorted sharply, "I ain't a gentleman--I'm
+a shipping clerk."
+
+"Then, of course, there's nothing more to say," she answered, turning
+her back. Picking up a book, she dropped into a chair and, ignoring
+him, relapsed into a dignified silence.
+
+But Jimmie was not to be suppressed by a mere rebuff. After a long,
+sulky silence, during which he puffed viciously at his cigar, he
+followed his prospective sister-in-law across the room. After staring
+at her for some time, he inquired:
+
+"How did you first come to know Mr. Stafford?"
+
+At first the girl made no answer, pretending to be absorbed in what
+she was reading. He repeated the question so pointedly that she would
+not ignore it any longer. Looking up, she said rather impatiently:
+
+"How many more times must I tell you? I was at my desk in the hotel
+about three months ago and he came and wanted long distance--I think
+it was Washington. There was some trouble getting his party and, as
+people will, we got into conversation about it. I had no idea who he
+was--"
+
+Fanny, who had come up, listened intently to the conversation, and, to
+encourage her little sister to become confidential, arranged some
+pillows behind her back in motherly fashion. Long before this the
+elder sister had come to conclusions of her own concerning Virginia's
+acquaintance with the millionaire. When a man of his wealth and
+position took the trouble to pay a girl of Virginia's station such
+marked attention, capping the climax with this present invitation to
+dine at his house, either his intentions were not avowable or else he
+was very much in love and wanted to marry her, which last hypothesis
+sent a thrill down the good sister's back. Virgie the wife of a
+millionaire! It seemed incredible--too good to be true. It would be
+the making of all of them. She was glad Jimmie had brought up the
+subject.
+
+"Did you know then who he was?" she asked.
+
+Virginia laughed as if the question amused her.
+
+"No," she replied, "to tell you the truth, I didn't much care. A girl
+who handles a telephone desk at our hotel hasn't got much time to
+bother about anything else."
+
+"When _did_ you find out?" inquired Jimmie, suddenly taking a
+lively interest in the conversation.
+
+"About a month later--that day he sent downstairs for a stenographer.
+I told you all about it at the time. I asked at the desk if it was all
+right to go to his rooms. They told me who he was and explained that
+he often transacted a lot of business there. That's how we got
+acquainted. Since then, as you know, I have seen a great deal of him,
+telephoning and doing copying for him. He has been very kind, indeed.
+One day he asked me to go to dinner with him--"
+
+"Did you?" demanded Jimmie.
+
+"Certainly not," replied the girl emphatically. "Then he used to come
+nearly every day. One time I--I think he had been--drinking."
+
+"He was--drunk?" exclaimed Fanny in surprise.
+
+"Oh, no! Not that," said Virginia quickly, "but I could see he had
+been drinking."
+
+"Just lit up a bit to show that he's human, eh?" said Jimmie with a
+grin.
+
+Paying no attention to the interruption, Virginia went on:
+
+"I didn't like him quite so much after that. He asked me again--"
+
+"And you wouldn't?" interrupted Fanny.
+
+"Of course not!"
+
+Jimmie chuckled. Crossing his legs and striking the ashes from his
+cigar, he said:
+
+"Say, but that was foxy!"
+
+"What was?" demanded Virginia quickly.
+
+"Making him think that he having money made no difference."
+
+"It didn't."
+
+"Sure it didn't," he laughed. "That was the way to play it."
+
+"What do you mean?" cried the girl indignantly. "I wasn't 'playing'
+anything or anybody."
+
+Paying no heed to the frantic signs which Fanny was making for him to
+keep silent, the shipping clerk went on:
+
+"Why not? It's all in the game."
+
+Ignoring him, Virginia continued:
+
+"He finally asked me to dine with him here and to bring you and Jim. I
+had told him about your being engaged."
+
+The young man nodded approvingly. With a patronizing air he said:
+
+"I'm beginning to think this fellow Stafford's on the level. He might
+even want to marry you."
+
+Virginia flushed scarlet. Confusedly she exclaimed:
+
+"Don't be absurd!"
+
+"But if he did," insisted Fanny, "_would_ you marry him?"
+
+Jimmie laughed loudly:
+
+"_Would_ she!" he chuckled. "Say, Fanny, are you crazy?"
+
+Virginia shook her head. Slowly she said:
+
+"I don't know that I would."
+
+"What!" exclaimed the clerk, half starting from his chair. "Do you
+mean to say that if any man as rich as Stafford was to ask you on the
+level to be his wife that you wouldn't jump at the chance?"
+
+Quite unmoved by his indignant outburst, the girl replied calmly:
+
+"I've seen men who are twice as rich as Mr. Stafford that I wouldn't
+marry if they gave me half their money as a wedding present."
+
+The shipping clerk made a grimace, but reluctantly nodded approval.
+Carelessly he said:
+
+"In a way I can't say that I blame you. I've seen pictures of a lot of
+these financiers and, believe me, they are the rummiest looking bunch
+I ever set eyes on! But I didn't think Stafford was that kind."
+
+"I thought he was rather distinguished looking," interrupted Fanny.
+
+"He is," said Virginia quickly. "What's more--he's a gentleman."
+
+Jimmie rose and walking over to where Virginia was sitting, stood
+looking at her, his hands in his pockets. Almost sarcastically he
+asked:
+
+"Then see here, if--this--Mr. Stafford is distinguished looking and a
+gentleman, as well as rich, will you please tell me what kind of a man
+you want?"
+
+The girl made no reply, but with a thoughtful expression on her face,
+gazed through the window. It was now quite dark outside and the river
+below was dotted here and there with the lights of steamboats and
+sailing boats as they made their way up and down the broad stream.
+Jim's chance remark had set her thinking. Others beside herself were
+speculating as to the purport of Mr. Stafford's attentions? That they
+were honorable she had not the slightest doubt, although at one time
+she had been a little afraid of him. Those invitations to dinner and
+his manner on one or two occasions she had rather resented, but for
+some time past now he had quite changed. He was more respectful, more
+sincere. Supposing the impossible were to happen--supposing he were to
+ask her to be his wife? For all she knew, the proposal might come that
+very evening. It might be part of the plan of this sudden impromptu
+dinner. What would she say to him? Did she love him? Frankly she did
+not--yet. Could she ever love him? The answer to that was in the
+future. Ought a girl to marry a man whom she knew in her heart she did
+not love? He was rich, the marriage was in every way desirable. She
+would have every comfort, but could real happiness come of a marriage
+which on both sides would be, after all, only a mockery, a hollow
+sham?
+
+Jimmie, impatient, repeated his question.
+
+"Will you kindly tell us what kind of a man you want?"
+
+Virginia looked up. Calmly she answered:
+
+"I--I want a man I can love."
+
+The clerk gave a low whistle. Sarcastically he said:
+
+"If you can't love a man as rich as Mr. Stafford, take my advice and
+go see a heart specialist."
+
+"A girl can't love a man just because she wants to," replied Virginia
+with dignity. "Love doesn't go where it's sent; it goes where it
+pleases."
+
+"That's right," interrupted Fanny. Turning to her fiancé she said:
+"You don't suppose I loved a fourteen-dollar-a-week shipping clerk
+because I wanted to, do you?"
+
+Jimmie squirmed in his chair.
+
+"What?" he exclaimed.
+
+Quickly Fanny mended matters. With a conciliatory smile she added:
+
+"I loved him just because I had to."
+
+Immediately placated, the young man rose and, approaching his fiancée
+in a manner intended to suggest the tenderest sentiment, he stuttered:
+
+"Same here. The first time I ever set eyes on you, Fanny, something
+inside o' me said: 'Me for her!'"
+
+The girl laughed. Placing her hand over her heart, she said mockingly:
+
+"And something here said, 'Him for me!'"
+
+He stooped and kissed her and, taking her hand, they sat side by side
+on the sofa together in the manner of all conventional lovers.
+Virginia, who had watched them with amusement, shook her head. Sadly
+she said:
+
+"My heart never said anything like _that_ to _me_."
+
+"Then perhaps it won't be that way with you," said Jimmie. "Perhaps
+you'll learn to care for him by degrees like you would--say, for Mr.
+Stafford."
+
+"Don't talk nonsense," cried Virginia.
+
+"He's interested in you, and if you play your cards right--"
+
+"I'm not _going_ to play any cards."
+
+"Let me tell you one thing," he said, rising and going to the table,
+"a chance like this don't come to one girl in a million."
+
+"Please!--" exclaimed Virginia, putting up her hand to stop his
+talk.
+
+But Jimmie was not so easily suppressed. Earnestly he went on:
+
+"It's a chance of a life time. It means a lot to me and Fanny too."
+
+"Yes, that's true," chimed in his fiancée.
+
+Virginia turned and looked at her sister.
+
+"How?" she demanded.
+
+Jimmie, as usual, replied for his slower-witted partner:
+
+"Do you think," he said, "I want to be a shipping clerk all my life?
+Well, I don't. I've got ambitions. Yes, and I've got the ability. All
+I need is a chance and I'd be one of 'em, too."
+
+"One of what?"
+
+"A captain of industry, a magnate, a financier."
+
+"You!"
+
+"Me."
+
+"He could do it," exclaimed Fanny admiringly.
+
+"You bet I could," he said positively. Turning to Virginia, he went
+on: "And if you married Mr. Stafford and he gave me a chance, which as
+his brother-in-law he certainly would--well, if I ever got a flying
+start I'd show 'em a few things. I've got ability, I have."
+
+"Why don't you prove it by getting eighteen dollars a week?" retorted
+Virginia sarcastically.
+
+Turning her back on him, she walked away and took a seat near the
+window, where she could look out on the street. But he followed her:
+
+"I thought you'd say something like that," he said. "It just shows how
+much you know."
+
+"Explain it to her, Jimmy," exclaimed Fanny.
+
+"What's the good?" he replied scornfully. "She wouldn't understand.
+But I will say this: If I had an opportunity to show some rich man
+just what I could do, I'd be worth perhaps a million dollars in ten or
+twelve years, and that would mean a swell house for you and me, and
+servants, and automobiles and everything like that. I'd show 'em!"
+
+Overcome by the vivid picture he had drawn, Fanny took his hands.
+Enthusiastically she cried:
+
+"Oh, Jimmy, wouldn't it be lovely? And perhaps we could get into real
+society, too--perhaps we might meet the social leaders from Harlem and
+Brooklyn whose pictures are in the papers every Sunday!"
+
+"There'd be nobody we couldn't meet," he cried proudly.
+
+"And fancy!" exclaimed Fanny--"fancy going to the dressmaker's,
+picking out half a dozen dresses, having them sent home without even
+asking the price, and letting them charge just as much as they like!
+Wouldn't that be heavenly?"
+
+"You can have all that and more," he cried exultingly.
+
+Virginia shrugged her shoulders. The topic was becoming distasteful to
+her. Impatiently she exclaimed:
+
+"It's perfectly ridiculous!"
+
+Going over to her sister, Fanny put her arm around her neck:
+
+"All I want is for you to be happy, sis."
+
+"I know it, dear," replied Virginia. "That's the way you've been
+always."
+
+"You're different to me," went on the elder sister.
+
+"No, I'm not."
+
+"Yes, you are. You'd do any man credit."
+
+"Oh, Fanny!"
+
+"But I'd hate to see you try to keep house on eighteen per. That means
+doing your own work, including the cooking--yes, and the washing--and
+you weren't made for that."
+
+"Don't worry about me--I'll be all right."
+
+"I hope so," sighed Fanny.
+
+"I will, don't fear," smiled Virginia.
+
+Not yet discouraged the shipping clerk returned to the attack. Folding
+his arms in authoritative fashion and addressing his future
+sister-in-law he said severely:
+
+"Will you give me a straight answer to a plain question? If Mr.
+Stafford does ask you to marry him, will you? Come on, now, will you?"
+
+"I won't talk about such things," retorted the girl.
+
+Her face flushed up. It was easy to see that she was getting angry.
+Shrugging his shoulders, the young man walked away, but sarcastically
+he said:
+
+"Well, if he does and you don't accept him, you'll be the biggest fool
+that ever lived!"
+
+"That's just what I say," laughed Fanny. "Ha! I wish he'd ask me!"
+
+Quickly Virginia turned to her sister.
+
+"Would you accept him?" she asked.
+
+"Would I?" laughed Fanny. "Oh, would I?"
+
+"And throw Jimmie over?"
+
+"I'd throw Jimmie so far and so hard he'd think he was struck by a
+cyclone."
+
+"And I wouldn't blame her," said the young man, scratching his head.
+
+Virginia looked in amazement from one to the other.
+
+"I can't understand either of you," she exclaimed.
+
+Never at a loss for an answer the clerk proceeded to explain:
+
+"Why should I expect any girl to stick to me and fourteen per when she
+can have a place like this? Look at this swell furniture, these rugs,
+and them ornaments--" Going, over to the mantelpiece, he picked up one
+of the costly Peach Blow vases, examined it critically for a moment
+and turned to the girls: "I suppose this is one of them
+peach--peach--something or other--vases I've read about."
+
+"Peach Blow," corrected Virginia.
+
+"That's it," he grinned. "I suppose it's worth six or seven thousand
+dollars--"
+
+"Be careful!" exclaimed Virginia warningly, "or you'll drop it."
+
+The words were hardly uttered when Jimmie's foot caught in the rug and
+he stumbled, dropping the vase, which broke into two pieces.
+Bewildered, horrified, he stood still, surveying with dismay the
+fragments at his feet.
+
+"Now you've done it!" he exclaimed hoarsely.
+
+"I have?" exclaimed Virginia indignantly.
+
+"Yes--I shouldn't have dropped it if you hadn't shouted at me."
+
+Picking up the pieces, he tried to fit them together.
+
+Fanny, frightened out of her wits, was speechless.
+
+"I think we'd better go home!" she gasped.
+
+Virginia alone remained cool.
+
+"Don't be foolish," she said.
+
+"Wait a bit! Wait a bit!" cried Jimmie; picking up the pieces and
+putting them together. "Look here. How's that for luck? They fit
+perfectly. No one will know the difference." Replacing the mended vase
+where he had found it, he added: "We'll leave it just like that and
+he'll think the Jap did it."
+
+"Fine!" cried Fanny thoughtlessly, grasping at any excuse which
+promised to exonerate them.
+
+But Virginia would not permit it.
+
+"We'll do nothing of the kind," she exclaimed indignantly.
+
+"If we don't, he'll think we've done it," said Jimmie apprehensively.
+
+The girl gave him a look that made him quail.
+
+"He's not only got to think it," she said severely--"he has got to
+know it."
+
+"But if he does--"
+
+As he spoke the front door bell rang in the outer hall. Quickly he
+added: "I'll bet that's him! Shall you tell him?"
+
+"I certainly shall if you don't," replied Virginia firmly.
+
+Oku passed hurriedly through the room on his way to open the front
+door.
+
+"Excuse, please, excuse--"
+
+Nervous at meeting her host, Fanny began to mop her face desperately.
+
+"I'm so nervous!" she said. "Do I shake hands with him when I'm
+introduced or just say 'pleased to meet you?'"
+
+Virginia laughed heartily.
+
+"Behave as you would with anyone else," she said.
+
+"How do you feel, Jimmie?" inquired Fanny.
+
+There was an expression of comical consternation on the shipping
+clerk's face as he pointed to the broken vase.
+
+"I'm not worrying about meeting him," he said ruefully. "I'm worrying
+about that--"
+
+The next instant the door leading to the hall opened and Robert
+Stafford entered.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+
+Their host advanced, hand extended, his frank, boyish face lit up with
+a cordial smile.
+
+It was hard to realize that this youthful looking man with black hair
+not yet tinged by a suspicion of gray, and whose erect, athletic
+figure suggested the football field rather than the counting room, was
+one of the most influential railroad men in the country, the master of
+a large fortune amassed by his own painstaking efforts, his own
+energy, initiative and ability.
+
+Attired himself in a plain business suit, a quick glance at his
+visitors' dress had already told him that he could dispense with the
+formality of changing for dinner. Shaking hands with Virginia, he said
+in his usual hearty fashion:
+
+"Well, how are you? I'm so sorry I am late. Oku explained, didn't he?"
+
+"Perfectly," smiled Virginia. "He took good care of us."
+
+Turning to Fanny, he said:
+
+"This, I presume, is your sister--"
+
+Virginia hastened to make introductions:
+
+"Fanny," she said, "let me introduce Mr. Stafford."
+
+The host bowed and smiled pleasantly, while Fanny, embarrassed, not
+knowing whether to offer her hand, felt awkward and ill at ease, as do
+most people who, going seldom into society, are not in constant
+practice with its civilities.
+
+"I'm very pleased, indeed, to meet you, Miss Blaine," said Stafford,
+bowing.
+
+"And this," went on Virginia, turning to her brother-in-law elect, who
+stood gaping in the background, "is Mr. Gillie--just 'Jimmie' we call
+him, don't we, Fanny?"
+
+"Yes--Jimmie--of course," stammered Fanny, blushing furiously.
+
+Stafford held out his hand and gave the shipping clerk a grip that
+made him wince.
+
+"How do you do, Mr. Gillie?"
+
+"How are you?" returned Jimmie with an indifferent nod as he nursed
+his crushed fingers behind his back.
+
+Stafford beamed good-naturedly on all three. He looked genuinely glad
+to see them, and this immediately set his guests at their ease. He may
+not have really felt the cordial welcome he gave them, but he looked
+as if they were just the people whose society he enjoyed most, a happy
+knack which some men possess of adapting themselves to their
+environments, and which had always been the secret of his popularity
+with men and women both. His manner was so natural, so free from
+restraint and pose, that even Fanny, timid and nervous as she was,
+felt reassured.
+
+But while he was affable with all, he had eyes only for Virginia. The
+others he would willingly have dispensed with, especially the shipping
+clerk, whom he had sized up with one quick glance. He winced as he
+took note of the man's cheap, ready-made clothes and boorish manners.
+Decidedly he was quite impossible, but for the pleasure of a few
+moment's _tête-à-tête_ with Virginia, he was ready to make any
+sacrifice--even to meet on equal social terms a Mr. Gillie.
+
+"Are you quite sure," he went on apologetically, "that I am forgiven
+for keeping you waiting? Believe me, it was absolutely unavoidable or
+it wouldn't have happened."
+
+"Oh, yes," rejoined Virginia quickly, "we're quite sure of that."
+
+The host turned to the Japanese butler, who was busy at the table,
+placing the empty cocktail glasses on the tray.
+
+"Did you explain thoroughly, Oku?" he asked.
+
+The man looked up.
+
+"Yes, sir. I tell you have big meeting and say 'very much excuse,
+please.'"
+
+"That was right," rejoined his master, with a laugh. "Now get me the
+menu."
+
+Oku picked up the tray and made for the door.
+
+"Yes--excuse, please. Excuse."
+
+When his butler had disappeared, Stafford turned to his guests with a
+smile:
+
+"Queer little chap, isn't he? He is very devoted, and I find him very
+useful. You see, being a bachelor, I don't keep house, but if I have a
+little party like this, I generally leave the selection of the dinner
+to Oku and have it served in there--" He pointed to the dining-room,
+the folding doors of which the butler had closed. With a good-natured
+laugh, he added: "He has shut the doors so we can't see the spread. I
+hope the little beggar has something good."
+
+Jim, who, until now, had remained in the background, trying to summon
+up enough courage to take an aggressive part in the conversation,
+spoke up boldly:
+
+"Nice little place you have here, Mr. Stafford."
+
+There was an amused expression, which did not escape Virginia's
+notice, hovering around the corners of the millionaire's mouth, as he
+replied:
+
+"Glad you like it. Have you seen the other rooms?"
+
+"No," replied the clerk carelessly, as he flecked the ashes from his
+cigar on to the fine Turkish rug. "I'm judging by this one--"
+
+At that moment Oku re-entered the room, bearing in his hand a menu,
+which he handed to his master. Stafford glanced over it and nodded
+approvingly, then, taking out a pencil, he made one correction. This
+done, he handed it back.
+
+"I think that will do nicely. Have dinner served when ready."
+
+"Yes--sir--excuse, please."
+
+The butler was about to leave the room, when his master called him
+back.
+
+"Oku--just a moment." Turning apologetically to the others, he said:
+
+"Will you excuse me?" In an undertone to the butler, he said: "I
+shan't dress to-night--"
+
+Oku salaamed.
+
+"Anything else, sir?"
+
+"No--you can go."
+
+"Then excuse--please. Excuse--"
+
+The butler disappeared and the host rejoined his guests. Addressing
+the shipping clerk amiably, he said:
+
+"I'm glad you like this room, Mr. Gillie."
+
+There was no sarcasm in his voice, nor did he intend any. The railroad
+promoter was in good humor that evening, and he wanted his guests to
+feel perfectly at home, but Jimmie, in his ignorant egotism thought
+that his host was really flattered by his praise. Patronizingly, he
+said:
+
+"I do, for a fact. I think it's all right."
+
+Pointing to the library beyond, the millionaire said carelessly:
+
+"My best things are in that room. But there are some here that are
+rather good, I think. Did you notice this?" He picked up from a table
+a piece of carved ivory and held it so that all might see. "It was
+carved by a Japanese master nearly eight hundred years ago."
+
+"Did he get much for it?" asked Jimmie, opening wide his eyes.
+
+"Who," smiled Stafford, "the carver?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Probably a few cents a day."
+
+"A few cents a day?" gaped the clerk.
+
+"Yes."
+
+Jimmie whistled and walked away. Contemptuously he said:
+
+"He ought to have joined the Carvers' Union."
+
+Stafford laughed.
+
+"There was none in those days," he said. "Even if there had been he
+wouldn't have joined. He was an artist; he worked for the joy of
+working."
+
+Jimmie snickered. Sneeringly he said:
+
+"He knew his own business best, I suppose, but I've never seen a man
+who could raise a family on that."
+
+Replacing the ivory back in the cabinet where it belonged, Stafford
+turned to the mantel and pointed to the Peach Blow vase, which only a
+few moments before had met with disaster. But the damage was not
+visible from a distance, and with the natural pride of a collector
+showing one of his most valued possessions, the railroad man said:
+
+"I have one or two Peach Blows that I think are rather good. There is
+one up there which I am particularly fond of."
+
+Jimmie more and more nervous gave his fiancée a nudge. In a frightened
+undertone he whispered to her:
+
+"It's coming! It's coming!"
+
+To hide her confusion, Fanny pretended to be very busy with her
+handkerchief. Stafford, meantime, had gone up to the bookcase.
+Reaching up his hand so he could take hold of the vase by its neck,
+the millionaire went on:
+
+"This vase is said to be--"
+
+His hand touched the vase, but, instead of lifting it, he simply
+lifted up the piece which had been broken off. For a moment he stared
+at the fragment in amazement, while the others looked on in silent
+consternation. There was an ominous pause. Jimmie, turning pale, could
+feel his heart thumping violently against his ribs.
+
+"Why, it's broken!" exclaimed their host.
+
+"Yes--" said Jimmie quickly.
+
+"Why--so it is!" gasped Fanny, on the theory that an expression of
+bewilderment on her part would exonerate her from suspicion.
+
+Stafford stood still, trying to fix the two pieces together. He was
+quite cool and to all appearances the least concerned of the four.
+There was not even a note of impatience in his voice as he said:
+
+"Oku must be more careful. I never knew him to do a thing like this
+before."
+
+Virginia approached her future brother-in-law. In a quick undertone
+she said:
+
+"Tell him."
+
+"Not on your life," he answered in the same tragic whisper. "He
+doesn't suspect us. We can get away with it."
+
+Utterly disgusted, Virginia moved toward her host.
+
+"Mr. Stafford!" she said loudly and firmly.
+
+He looked up, surprised at her manner and tone.
+
+"Yes?" he smiled.
+
+"Oku didn't break it."
+
+Stafford stared at her in amazement.
+
+"Didn't he?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Really?"
+
+"No--it wasn't Oku." She hesitated a moment; as if still unwilling to
+disclose the real culprit, Finally she said: "We--we did--it."
+
+An expression of amused surprise came over his face, as he echoed:
+
+"Did we?"
+
+He looked from one to the other, his glance finally failing on Fanny.
+Alarmed at his scrutiny, she hurriedly pointed to her sister and her
+fiancé:
+
+"Not me! Them!" she exclaimed.
+
+Stafford smiled. Although it meant a serious loss, to say nothing of
+the blow to his pride as a collector he was too much the man of the
+world to betray annoyance or to permit a little accident of that kind
+to spoil the evening's enjoyment. Courteously he said:
+
+"It doesn't matter in the least."
+
+Ashamed to hide behind a woman's skirts any longer, Jimmie now came
+forward. In a halfhearted fashion, he said:
+
+"I was looking at it when Virginia suddenly addressed me and I dropped
+it." With airy self-assurance, he added: "Of course I'll pay for it."
+
+Stafford shrugged his shoulders. Carelessly he said:
+
+"Please don't give it another thought, any of you."
+
+Leaving her companions, Virginia approached her host. Looking up at
+him earnestly, she said in an undertone:
+
+"I can't tell you how sorry I am."
+
+He was so tall that, standing close by she had to look up at him. As
+he stood there, so big and strong, smiling down at her, taking
+good-naturedly what might well have irritated any man, she thought to
+herself how handsome and nice he was. Looking into her eyes with the
+same ardent expression she had so often noticed in his glance, he said
+softly:
+
+"The only thing that I could possibly regret is the fact that the
+incident might throw a little cloud over what I hope will be a very
+pleasant evening. If you want to be really good to me, you will
+promise me you won't even think of it again. Is it a promise?"
+
+"I'll do my best," she murmured.
+
+"Thank you." Turning to Fanny, he said: "And you?"
+
+"Of course," she replied confusedly; "it wasn't any of my
+affair--but--"
+
+"Then it can't bother you," he laughed.
+
+"No," she smiled.
+
+The host turned to the shipping clerk.
+
+"Mr. Gillie?"
+
+Jimmie assumed a ludicrous expression. Hesitatingly he said:
+
+"I feel as though I ought to pay for it."
+
+"Oh, no, no!" laughed Stafford.
+
+"Yes," exclaimed the clerk, as if fully prepared to pay out $3,000 at
+a moment's notice, "that's the way I feel, but if you insist--"
+
+"And I certainly do," said his host decidedly.
+
+"Then," rejoined the clerk reluctantly, "I suppose I shall have to let
+the matter drop."
+
+Stafford smiled.
+
+"Then it is settled. Good!" Turning to Virginia, he said: "I think you
+told me that your sister and Mr. Gillie are engaged."
+
+"Yes."
+
+Going up to Fanny and her betrothed, he extended a hand to both:
+
+"Congratulations! I hope you'll both be very, very happy."
+
+"Thank you," said Fanny, with a little courtesy.
+
+"Oh, I guess we'll be all right," said Jimmie airily.
+
+Dropping into the easy chair near the table, the clerk helped himself
+uninvited to another cigar. Stafford took another seat near him, while
+Virginia and her sister continued to find pleasure in examining some
+of the art treasures scattered all about them.
+
+"May I ask when the wedding takes place?" inquired the host after a
+pause.
+
+Withdrawing the perfecto from his lips. Jimmie threw back his head and
+blew a ring of smoke up to the ceiling.
+
+"That depends," he replied carelessly, "on how--a--a--business venture
+of mine turns out."
+
+Now at close range, Stafford scrutinized his guest more narrowly.
+Quickly he took note of his ill-fitting clothes, cheap tie, frayed
+linen and shabby shoes. He hardly looked the kind of man likely to be
+burdened with heavy business responsibilities. Nodding
+sympathetically,
+so as to encourage confidence, he said:
+
+"I see. What business are you in, Mr. Gillie?"
+
+"I'm a shipping clerk."
+
+"Then you are not in business for yourself?"
+
+"No--that is, not now--though I hope to be some day. You see, I have
+ambitions."
+
+The millionaire nodded approvingly.
+
+"That's right. Every young man should be ambitious."
+
+"I want to do something big," went on his _vis-à-vis_
+confidently. "I have the ability. All I need is the chance to prove
+it."
+
+"H'm," said Stafford, with a slight tinge of scepticism in his voice.
+"In what direction do you think your talents lie, Mr. Gillie?"
+
+"Finance! Organization!" exclaimed the clerk enthusiastically. "I've
+got ideas, too! For instance, Mr. Stafford, did you ever stop to think
+of the money there would be in a Chewing Gum Trust?"
+
+"No, I must confess I never did," laughed his host.
+
+"Well--there's big money in it," said Jimmie confidently. "I've
+figured it all out. I'd like to tell you about another scheme of mine,
+which is going to revolutionize railroading in this country--cut down
+train time one-half. I told the girls about it; they think it's
+great!"
+
+Stafford nodded.
+
+"Yes--Miss Virginia mentioned it to me. You must tell me what it is
+some day."
+
+Inflating his chest, Jimmie sat back in his chair and puffed more
+vigorously at his cigar. Decidedly he was getting on. Here he was
+discussing business opportunities with one of the biggest men in New
+York. Carelessly he added: "I've got lots of other good ideas, too,
+but I suppose I'll never be able to work 'em out. What chance has a
+shipping clerk got?"
+
+Stafford looked at his interlocutor for a moment without speaking.
+Then suddenly and emphatically, he said:
+
+"Mr. Gillie, the business world is actually hunting to-day for men big
+enough to hold big positions. I don't mean mere fifty-thousand-dollar
+men. I mean hundred-thousand-dollar men. There is a better chance now
+for the really big man than there ever was."
+
+"But how is a fellow going to prove he is a big man?" inquired the
+clerk, removing the cigar from his mouth.
+
+"By doing whatever work in which he is engaged in a big way. The man
+who says to himself 'I'm too good for this job,' but only says it,
+will probably have it for the rest of his life. But the man who says
+'I'll show my boss that I'm too good for it,' and does his work in a
+way that proves it--the feet of such a man are on the road that leads
+to the City of Big Things!"
+
+Virginia, who had come near enough to overhear the last few words,
+stood listening, fascinated.
+
+"The City of Big Things!" she echoed.
+
+Stafford laughed. Rising and turning to Virginia, He said courteously:
+
+"But we didn't come here to talk business and such subjects as that."
+Changing the topic, he asked: "Have you read any of the new books,
+Miss Blaine?"
+
+"I'm afraid not," she smiled.
+
+"Virgie hasn't had much time to read lately," interrupted Fanny.
+
+"Busy?" demanded their host.
+
+"Well, it's this way," explained the elder sister, "we've had a lot of
+sewing to do, and three times in the last two weeks she's taken me to
+the art galleries to look at the pictures."
+
+"Really!" exclaimed Stafford.
+
+"Yes," broke in Jimmie, with a grin, "one time they took me. Some of
+the pictures were great, but I couldn't stand for those milk chocolate
+Dutch women with the Mellen's Food babies. I like pictures with
+something doing in them for mine--such as battles and sea pictures."
+
+The millionaire pointed towards the room beyond the salon. He said:
+
+"If you are fond of paintings of battle scenes, I have two
+Meissoniers, which I think rather good. They are in the library
+there--"
+
+"Can I see them?" demanded the clerk, anxious to pass for a
+connoisseur.
+
+"Certainly," replied his host. Turning to Fanny, he added: "There's
+also a collection of fans. I think it would interest you, too."
+
+"I am sure they will," she smiled. "Will you excuse us?"
+
+"Certainly--"
+
+She went towards the library and at the threshold turned and called to
+her fiancé, who was lingering behind.
+
+"Coming, Jimmie?"
+
+"Surest thing you know," he grinned, rising to go and join her.
+Stafford accompanied them as far as the library door. Pointing all
+around, he said:
+
+"The books and the engravings will interest you. You needn't hurry.
+Oku will let you know when dinner is served."
+
+"Very well," smiled Fanny. "You and Virginia please excuse us. Jimmie
+and I will just browse in here for a while."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+
+Glad of the opportunity which allowed him a few minutes alone with
+the girl whose personality had taken so strong a hold upon him,
+Stafford gently closed the door, and, returning quickly, took a seat
+near Virginia.
+
+"Well--Miss Blaine?" he smiled.
+
+"Well--Mr. Stafford?"
+
+"Here we are all alone," he said, looking at her admiringly.
+
+There was a strange look in his eyes, a longing, appealing look, as if
+he had something on his mind to which he did not dare give expression.
+For a moment the girl regretted that she had not followed her sister.
+It was embarrassing under the peculiar circumstances to be alone there
+with him. There was a long pause, during which neither spoke. At last
+Virginia said:
+
+"Why didn't you let me see the pictures too? You know that I'm
+interested in books and pictures."
+
+She made a movement, as if about to follow the others, but instantly
+he put out his hand to detain her.
+
+"Not yet, please. I have so many things I want to talk to you about."
+
+In spite of herself, Virginia smiled at his boyish earnestness of
+manner.
+
+"What, for instance?"
+
+"Among them is--myself."
+
+"I know a great deal about you already," she said. "The newspapers and
+magazines have been full of the history of the man who, starting with
+nothing, has become a power in the railroad and financial world. It
+only needed one thing to make it fit for the model young man's
+story-book--it neglected to say--'our hero neither drinks nor
+smokes.'"
+
+"It couldn't," he laughed. "I do both."
+
+"Another public idol shattered!" she exclaimed merrily.
+
+He joined in the fun with her, in his frank, boyish way.
+
+"Behave, now!" he laughed.
+
+Virginia grew more serious. Thoughtfully she continued:
+
+"In the last interview which the newspapers had with you--"
+
+"Probably faked--" he interrupted.
+
+"You neglected to say, 'making my first thousand dollars was the
+hardest task of all.' All successful men do that; why not you?"
+
+He looked at her for a moment in an amused kind of way. Then
+carelessly he answered:
+
+"Making the first thousand was about the easiest for me. I got hold of
+some information about a certain stock, borrowed a hundred from a
+friend, put it up as margin in a bucket shop, and by pressing my luck,
+made and got my first thousand without any trouble whatever."
+
+Virginia looked straight at him, admiration as much for his
+personality as for his achievements showing plainly in the expression
+of her large, black eyes. Slowly she said:
+
+"And it was that, I suppose, which started you on the way to the City
+of Big Things. I like that phrase--The City of Big Things.'"
+
+He nodded as he answered: "It's a great city--the only one worth
+living in."
+
+"And you are one of the most prominent inhabitants."
+
+"I wouldn't go so far as to say that," he laughed in an embarrassed
+sort of way. "Still, every one in the city knows I'm living there."
+
+The girl made no reply, but absent-mindedly looked away in the
+direction of the library, where Fanny and her intended were heard
+chattering. For a few moments she sat still, as if engrossed in
+thought. Then suddenly she turned toward him. Impulsively she said:
+
+"I wonder how it must feel to be a man--and successful!"
+
+He laughed lightly, as he answered:
+
+"It feels great! To know that you've done something; to know that
+you've made a name and a place for yourself; to realize that no one
+dare try to walk over you; to feel that your bitterest enemy respects
+you and your rights because if he doesn't it means a fight to the
+finish--that makes a man feel good--"
+
+"I should think it would!" she exclaimed.
+
+"And then," he went on, "success means money, and money means power,
+and luxury and every comfort that the world can give. If a successful
+man wishes to travel by land, he has his private car, if he wishes to
+travel by sea, he has his own yacht, and so it goes."
+
+"It must be wonderful to be like you, and have everything that you
+could wish for."
+
+He smiled at her enthusiasm, and then his manner suddenly became more
+serious. In a tone which had peculiar emphasis, he said:
+
+"I didn't say that I had everything I could wish for."
+
+"Well, haven't you?" she demanded, as if surprised that a man so
+wealthy, so successful, could possibly lack anything he really
+desired.
+
+"No," he replied slowly, "I haven't a home."
+
+Still she appeared not to understand. Looking around at the
+magnificence all about her, she exclaimed:
+
+"Why, all this is so beautiful--"
+
+He shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"This?" he echoed. "This isn't a home. It's merely the place in which
+I live--sometimes."
+
+"Oh!" she exclaimed, light beginning to dawn upon her.
+
+He went on:
+
+"Furniture, pictures, tapestries, books--they don't make a home. Only
+a woman can do that--"
+
+He stopped short and looked fixedly at her, a deep, searching look, as
+if he would read her very soul. Their eyes met, and instinctively she
+divined what his words implied and at whom they were directed. The
+moment she had dreaded had come at last. This man was about to ask her
+to marry him. Instead of exulting at this triumph, this conquest which
+would make her the envied wife of a millionaire, she was suddenly
+seized by a nervous dread. With pale face and trembling lips, she
+waited for him to speak, her heart throbbing so furiously that she
+could almost hear the beats. The time had come when she must make up
+her mind. She liked him, but she did not love him. She must either
+refuse this millionaire and voluntarily forego the life of
+independence and luxury such a marriage would mean, or she must be
+false to her most sacred convictions and marry a man she did not love.
+Most girls would not hesitate. It was an opportunity such as rarely
+presented itself. They would marry him first and find out if they
+cared for him afterwards. But she was not that kind of a girl. She
+believed in being true to her principles. She did not love him. She
+admired his strength, his masterful energy; she respected his success
+and achievements in life, but between such regard and real affection
+for the man himself there was a wide gulf. If she was to be true to
+the opinions she had always held concerning the marital relationship,
+she must be candid and honest with herself and with him, no matter
+what material advantages were to be gained by such a union. No
+happiness could come of a marriage that was not based on material
+regard or affection. They had known each other too short a time. He
+might think now that he cared for her very much, yet it might not be
+love which he felt for her at all, but only a horrible counterfeit,
+which goes by the same name and which, like a fierce flame, flares up
+suddenly and then dies down again. She was sufficiently sophisticated
+and world-wise to gauge at its true worth the violent attraction for
+the opposite sex which passion engenders in some men--an irresistible,
+uncontrollable desire, which must be satisfied at any cost, even at
+the price of their own happiness. Afterwards, when the novelty had
+worn off, he might be sorry and she would be very, very unhappy. Was
+it worth the sacrifice?
+
+Stafford, bending over the arm of the chair on which she was seated,
+came so near that he almost touched her. She could feel his warm
+breath on her cheek. His eyes ardently fixed on hers, he whispered:
+
+"Virginia--will you make a home for me? Will you be my wife?"
+
+[Illustration: "VIRGINIA--WILL YOU MAKE A HOME FOR ME?" PAGE 137]
+
+Startled, the girl drew back as if she had been stung. She had
+expected the proposal, yet when it came she was taken completely by
+surprise.
+
+"Your wife!" she faltered.
+
+"Yes--my wife."
+
+She turned and looked straight at him. Agitated as she was within, her
+manner did not betray it. Calmly she said:
+
+"You take me by surprise. I am greatly flattered, but--is it not
+rather sudden? We know so little of each other--"
+
+Impulsively he seized her hand, and held it tight in his. She did not
+attempt to withdraw it. He was so moved that he could scarcely control
+his voice:
+
+"I do not have to know you long to be convinced that you are the only
+woman with whom I could be happy."
+
+"But are you convinced?" she persisted. "Do you really love me?"
+
+Abruptly he released her hand and sat up. In his eyes flashed the same
+ardor as before, but somehow the expression of his face had changed.
+He was no longer the eager unsophisticated lover, ready to do
+anything, say anything, in order to gain his end, but the resourceful,
+masterly man, accustomed to direct and control his own affairs, the
+man who will brook no interference with his will, even from the woman
+who may bear his name. Slowly, almost coldly, he replied:
+
+"You wish for the truth?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+He drew himself up and looked her squarely in the face. There was
+nothing of the lover in his manner now. An observer would have thought
+he was discussing with her some matter of business. And to him it was
+a matter of business--a matter to be discussed from every point of
+view and, above all, honestly. There must be no misunderstanding from
+the start. In this, he thought as she did. Their opinions on this one
+point were in curious harmony. He would not lie to her. He would make
+her his wife, give her all the money, all the furbelows, all the
+luxuries her heart desired, but he would not pretend something that
+was not. He would play cards upon the table. Guardedly he said:
+
+"I feel always that I want to be near you, to be tender to you, to
+look after and guard you, shield you from all trouble and harm--if
+that is love, then I love you."
+
+"And if I don't consider that--love?" she demanded, with a little
+nervous laugh.
+
+The millionaire shook his head.
+
+"Then I am afraid that I shall never love any one," he said. "You see,
+life with me has been one long fight. As a boy, I fought for bread; as
+a youth, I fought for an education, as a man, I fought for success.
+Everything I possess to-day I have wrested from the world, and while
+getting it I have been too busy for romance and love-making. But I
+think this will prove what regard I have for you. I have been
+attracted to many women, but you are the only woman I have ever asked
+to marry me. I await your answer. Will you be my wife?"
+
+The girl looked up at him, gazing earnestly Into his eyes, as if
+trying to read there if he was the kind of a man to whom a girl might
+entrust her happiness. Slowly she said:
+
+"You don't even trouble to ask if I love you?"
+
+"I don't expect you to--yet," he answered, with a smile.
+
+"And you would have me marry you, knowing that I do not love you?"
+
+"But I think you like me--a little. Don't you?"
+
+"Do you wish for the truth?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"I do like you--more than like you--but I don't love you--yet."
+
+"Do you love any other man?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Do you like any other man more than you like me?"
+
+"No."
+
+Once more he bent forward. Eagerly he said:
+
+"Then give me a chance--marry me, and I'll make you love me."
+
+"You'll--make me--" she echoed.
+
+"Yes," he murmured ardently. "I'll make you! And when once I have your
+love, I'll hold it against the world! Be my wife! I'll be a loyal and
+faithful husband. You shan't have a single care. You shall have every
+luxury that money can buy. Virginia--will you marry me?"
+
+His words, vibrating as they were with passion, sounded to her ears
+like music. Was this, then, the love call which nearly every woman
+heard some time in her life? And even if it was not love, would she
+not be a fool to let slip an opportunity such as came only to a few?
+At least he was as honest as herself. He admitted it was not love he
+felt for her, but in time love would come to bless their union, there
+was no doubt of that. Did any newly married couple really love each
+other at first? It was impossible, yet no one had the courage to admit
+it. She must decide and quickly. Her future was at stake--Fanny's
+future, too--for her own prosperity would naturally help her sister.
+Then, besides, he was such a nice, kind man. There was no reason she
+should not be happy. As she looked at him sideways, and noted his
+strong profile, his big, muscular frame, his air of energy and power,
+and thought of his success, his prominent position, his good
+reputation, she wondered to herself what more any girl could ask in a
+husband.
+
+Suddenly she felt his hand close upon hers. Gently but firmly he drew
+her to him. She did not resist, but closed her eyes, feeling a
+delicious thrill at the sensation of this big, strong man taking
+possession of her in spite of her will. Her head fell back, and he
+leaned forward until his lips nearly touched hers. But they went no
+further. He held himself in control, as if holding back until his lips
+had the right to seal their troth. Softly he murmured:
+
+"Tell me--tell me, Virginia--will you marry me?"
+
+Like a little frightened bird, helplessly fluttering its wings in the
+captor's strong hands, she trembled under his caress.
+
+"I don't know what to say," she murmured. "Give me time."
+
+"Say yes," he murmured amorously.
+
+Suddenly some one behind them coughed discreetly. Virginia, startled,
+sat up in confusion. She and Stafford had been so completely engrossed
+that they had not heard the entrance of Oku, who had come in to
+announce that dinner was ready.
+
+"Excuse, please! Dinner, it is served!"
+
+His master motioned him to go into the next room.
+
+"Go and tell Miss Blaine and Mr. Gillie," he said in a slightly
+annoyed tone.
+
+The servant disappeared, and Stafford, inwardly cursing Oku for the
+interruption, returned to the attack.
+
+"Won't you say yes?" he pleaded.
+
+But the spell was broken--for the time at least. Virginia had risen,
+and was busy rearranging her rumpled dress.
+
+Glad of the interruption, she shook her head. It was too serious a
+matter to be settled so quickly. She must have time to think.
+
+"Not now," she murmured.
+
+"Yes," he persisted, again approaching her.
+
+Her very resistance spurred him on. Like most men, he valued most what
+he could not have. Had she yielded readily, he would have thought less
+of her. She drew back, as if avoiding his embrace.
+
+"You must give me time to consider," she whispered.
+
+Stafford was about to insist, when suddenly the folding doors behind
+them were thrown open, disclosing the elaborately laid dining table.
+At the same instant Fanny and her fiancé reappeared from the library.
+Giving Virginia a quick glance, as if anxious to know what had
+occurred during their absence, the elder sister said:
+
+"Those pictures are lovely, aren't they, Jim?"
+
+"Fine," he exclaimed.
+
+Stafford bowed in acknowledgment.
+
+"I'm glad you liked them," he smiled. Turning to the younger sister,
+he added: "Shall we go in to dinner?"
+
+Virginia, who had been standing with her back to the dining room, her
+face clouded in deep thought, turned round. An exclamation of surprise
+and delight escaped her lips when she caught sight of the elaborate
+spread made in her honor.
+
+"Oh, isn't it beautiful!" she exclaimed rapturously.
+
+The table, with its corbeils of fruit, beautiful silver, floral
+pieces, snowy linen, fine crystal, the whole dominated by a superb
+electrolier, which cast color over all, was indeed a spectacle to
+delight and fascinate the eye. Jimmie was so overcome by the sight,
+that he nearly fell over the chair which the accommodating Oku held
+out for him. At last all were seated, Virginia at the right hand of
+the host, Fanny at the left, the shipping clerk at the other end of
+the table.
+
+"Wine, Oku, the wine!" cried Stafford, while his guests began to
+nibble the dainty appetizers which preceded the more substantial
+dishes.
+
+The little butler, quick as lightning, filled the glasses with
+foaming, hissing champagne. The host, his eyes fixed on Virginia, rose
+to his feet, glass in hand, while Jimmie, unaccustomed to such fine
+surroundings, and feeling rather out of place, looked up and stared.
+Slowly Stafford raised his glass. Impressively he said:
+
+"Before we begin dinner, I have a toast to propose--"
+
+Fanny and Jimmie looked up.
+
+"A toast!" they cried in surprise.
+
+Stafford, his eyes still on Virginia, went on:
+
+"I have the honor of proposing the happiness of Virginia--my future
+bride!"
+
+Virginia started and turned pale and red in turn.
+
+[Illustration: RAISING HIS GLASS HE SAID: "TO VIRGINIA--MY FUTURE
+BRIDE!" PAGE 144]
+
+Jimmie, with an audible exclamation of satisfaction, nearly choked
+over his champagne. Fanny, overjoyed, took her sister's hand,
+exclaiming:
+
+"Really, Virgie! This is a surprise, and you didn't tell me?"
+
+"It--isn't--definite," stammered Virginia helplessly. "I--haven't--
+promised."
+
+Stafford laughed--the low, triumphant laugh of a man who knew he held
+the winning card. Again raising his glass, he said significantly:
+
+"No, dear, but you will. To the future Mrs. Stafford!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+
+For some time after the merry dinner in Robert Stafford's beautiful
+apartment Virginia saw but little of her wealthy suitor. In fact, she
+rather avoided him, preferring not to give the appearance of
+encouraging him, firstly because she had not yet made up her mind
+regarding the honor he had done her, secondly because it was not
+always easy to invent excuses for further delay in arriving at a
+decision. Yet, situated as she was, it was not possible to hide from
+him altogether. There were daily duties to be performed; the business
+routine of every day must go on. When in the hotel or its neighborhood
+Stafford never neglected an opportunity to see her, or when he was not
+able to come himself he sent her flowers, books and candy, paying her
+every delicate attention in the nicest and most considerate way
+possible.
+
+As soon as was practicable, she resigned her position at the hotel,
+taking this step not so much to avoid the railroad promoter, but
+because she did not wish to furnish anyone with the slightest pretext
+for criticism. The world is quick to censure. People could not help
+noticing that the millionaire spent a great deal more time at Miss
+Blaine's desk than was necessary to transact legitimate business, and
+it would not be long before the gossips got busy to her disparagement.
+For that reason she preferred to resign. Besides, it would be fairer
+to him. He had not even hinted at her taking such a course, but if she
+was to consider his proposal of marriage seriously--and each day the
+conviction grew stronger that it was her destiny--it was only proper
+that she should retire at once into private life and give people time
+to forget what she was before she became Robert Stafford's wife.
+
+But while this judicious step naturally resulted in a serious
+curtailment of her income, she was not idle. She helped Fanny in the
+millinery store, and, in order to keep herself in pocket money, gave
+private lessons to beginners. These tasks kept her fully occupied, and
+what with her studies and household duties the days went by cheerfully
+enough.
+
+Stafford was a regular and welcome caller at the Blaine home. He often
+came to take the sisters out for a spin in his splendid new touring
+car, a forty-horse-power Mercedes, and sometimes he would telephone
+from downtown and arrange for a little theatre party with supper
+afterwards at one of the fashionable night restaurants of the Great
+White Way.
+
+Fanny and Jimmie looked upon the couple as if they were engaged and
+treated Stafford accordingly, addressing him with the easy familiarity
+of a future brother-in-law, an attitude which he himself tactfully
+encouraged. He went out of his way to be amiable to Fanny, flattering
+her and making her presents, and encouraging Jimmie to talk of his
+wonderful ideas. Moreover, he gave him plainly to understand that,
+once Virginia and he were married, the shipping clerk's impecunious
+days would be over and a comfortable berth would be awaiting him in
+his office at a salary commensurate with his exceptional ability.
+
+This semi-promise was enough for Jimmie. From that moment on he was a
+changed man and Virginia knew no peace. He insisted that she was
+treating Stafford unfairly. If she did not want to marry him she
+should say so, and if she did intend to marry him she should be
+willing to name the day. As it was, she was standing in the way of her
+sister's prosperity and happiness. At the same time Fanny also added
+her powers of persuasion. Between the two Virginia felt that she had
+not much will of her own left.
+
+Thus the weeks passed, Stafford respectful and devoted, but daily
+growing more restive and impatient, urging his suit, refusing to be
+discouraged, waiting eagerly for the day when she would respond to his
+passionate pleading and throw herself without restraint into his arms.
+
+Meantime Fanny and Jimmie, having arrived at the conclusion that the
+prospects were bright and that they had been engaged long enough,
+suddenly decided to get married. Fourteen dollars a week--the weekly
+income of the bridegroom--did not allow of the setting up of a very
+elaborate establishment, but, as the clerk explained privately to his
+bride, it was only a question of time when Virginia would become Mrs.
+Stafford and then it would be smooth sailing for them all. Stafford
+had promised him a fat job at a salary worth while, and that could not
+possibly mean less than fifty dollars a week.
+
+"He wouldn't have the cheek to offer me less than fifty per," said
+Jimmie confidently.
+
+All of which sounded very hopeful to Fanny, who, however, was shrewd
+enough to make no mention to her sensitive sister of her intended's
+sanguine expectations.
+
+They were married at the little Roman Catholic church in 125th Street,
+Virginia being the solitary bridesmaid, while Stafford--willing enough
+to enter into the spirit of the occasion and taking a chance that in
+such a remote neighborhood no one would recognize him--acted as best
+man. The bride looked pretty and self-composed, while Jimmie was a
+picture of masculine magnificence in a new frock coat, patent-leather
+shoes, white tie, silk hat and a collar so high that he could not turn
+his head round. After the ceremony, they all dined gaily at Claremont
+at Stafford's expense and then the newly married couple left for
+Atlantic City, where the brief honeymoon was to be spent--on slender
+savings which Fanny had carefully hoarded for some time.
+
+Virginia cried bitterly as her sister drove away. It was the first
+time that they had been separated; she felt as if she was losing the
+last friend she had in the world. Stafford, full of kindly sympathy,
+tried to console her. Gently he whispered:
+
+"Don't cry, dear. Don't you see how happy she is? You wouldn't rob her
+of that happiness, would you?"
+
+"No, indeed," she sobbed.
+
+He bent down closer and whispered:
+
+"One day--she will be kissing her hand to you as you drive away in
+your bridal robes."
+
+She made no answer and he pressed for some response.
+
+"Won't she?" he pleaded.
+
+Her eyes still fixed on the cab, now fast disappearing in the
+distance, she murmured:
+
+"Perhaps."
+
+"When will that be?" he went on eagerly.
+
+She shook her head, irritated at his persistence at such a moment.
+
+"I do not know," she replied coldly.
+
+Thus far, Stafford had succeeded in keeping from his friends any
+intimation of his matrimonial plans, but it was hardly possible to
+keep the secret much longer. He and Virginia had been seen together in
+public places; his many visits to her house were known. Her sudden
+resignation from the hotel also had excited comment. People began to
+connect their names in a way unflattering to both. Such slanderous
+rumors must be stopped at any cost, thought Stafford to himself, and
+one evening at Delmonico's, while in a jovial, communicative mood, an
+opportunity came to unbosom himself freely to his friend Hadley. It
+was the latter's birthday and they were duly celebrating the occasion
+as three bottles of _Veuve Clicquot_, standing empty on the
+table, bore mute witness.
+
+Stafford had been drinking freely. His face was flushed and his voice
+was thick, familiar symptoms when he had imbibed more wine than was
+good for him. The secret came out suddenly owing to a chance remark
+dropped by Hadley, who, sober himself and speaking of women in
+general, argued that girls who were compelled by necessity to earn
+their own living formed a class by themselves. They could not be
+classed with the domesticated girl of good family because they were
+open to temptations and contaminating influences which the latter
+escaped. Coming in close contact with the busy, feverish world,
+associating on terms of daily intimacy with all kinds of men, the
+naturally high moral sense of the virtuous woman must necessarily
+become blunted in her new business surroundings.
+
+"Once the bloom is off a woman's moral sense," he argued, "it is only
+a step to the undermining of her virtue. It's inevitable," he went on
+as he sat back in his chair idly enjoying his cigar. "The home is the
+young girl's only protection. Take her out of it and you expose her to
+the manoeuvres of the first scoundrel who comes along. If she's
+temperamentally cold, she'll resist the seducer successfully; but if
+she's weak and pleasure-loving, she'll succumb and the devil will have
+won over another convert. Take, for instance, those stenographers in
+your hotel. That Miss Blaine--she's as pretty as--"
+
+Crash!
+
+There was a blow of a heavy fist falling on the table. The dishes
+danced, glasses fell in splinters on to the floor. Hadley, startled,
+turned round. Stafford, his handsome face flushed from the champagne,
+but now tense and angry, was looking at him fiercely:
+
+"Take care, old chap, how you talk of Miss Blaine! She's going to be
+my wife!"
+
+"Your wife!" exclaimed Hadley, removing his cigar from his mouth in
+sheer surprise.
+
+"Yes, my wife," repeated Stafford grimly. "What about it?"
+
+"Nothing--nothing at all, my dear fellow," he stammered, looking
+narrowly at his companion to see if he was sober, "allow me to
+congratulate you."
+
+There was an awkward pause. Then suddenly Stafford broke into a loud
+peal of laughter. His momentary ill humor had passed. Unable to
+account for the sudden change of mood, Hadley came to the conclusion
+that the railroad man was enjoying a joke at his expense.
+
+"You were guying me, eh?" he laughed.
+
+Stafford hiccoughed and shook his head. With drunken gravity he
+replied:
+
+"No, siree--sure as your life--she's going to marry me."
+
+Calling the waiter, he motioned to him to open another bottle of wine.
+
+"We'll drink to her health, Hadley, old top. Nicest girl in the
+world!"
+
+The champagne was uncorked and the railroad promoter poured out the
+wine with an unsteady hand. Lifting his glass he cried with mock
+sentimentality:
+
+"To Virginia--my bride!"
+
+The men touched glasses and Stafford, putting his glass to his lips,
+drained it at one gulp. Hadley stared at him in growing amazement. He
+saw his friend was drunk, but this was the first time he had suspected
+him of losing his senses.
+
+"And how long has this been going on?" exclaimed his companion when he
+had recovered somewhat from his amazement.
+
+Stafford laughed.
+
+"Ever since that day you were in my rooms at the hotel," he
+hiccoughed. "Didn't I tell you that I contemplated matrimony? Don't
+you remember?"
+
+"I didn't believe you. I thought you were joking. I never thought you
+were the marrying sort."
+
+"Why not?" spluttered the railroad man in an injured tone.
+
+Hadley looked his friend straight in the face. He was not the kind of
+a man to shrink from telling a friend the truth.
+
+"Do you want the truth?" he said slowly. "Well--you're too fond of
+your pleasures--too selfish! That's frank--but it's the truth.
+Selfishness keeps most men single. They're afraid to lose their
+liberty. When you marry you can say good-bye to your freedom."
+
+"Who said so?" exclaimed Stafford, his face redder than ever, his lips
+tightening.
+
+Hadley carelessly flecked the ash from his cigar. Calmly he replied:
+
+"Your wife will expect it. She'll have a right to expect it."
+
+Stafford smiled as he poured out another glass of wine. Grimly he
+said:
+
+"You don't know me, Hadley, not after all these years, or you wouldn't
+talk like that. I'm not the man to be bullied or tyrannized or even
+lectured by a woman. My wife and I will understand each other
+perfectly. I shall make that quite plain from the outset. It's only
+right. I give my wife--my name, my fortune. I expect in return
+something from my wife. I think I've found just the right kind of
+girl--unspoiled by society notions, sensible on every point--"
+
+"Even on that of letting you have your own way?" laughed Hadley.
+
+"Precisely. She is ideal in every particular. Clever, amiable, good
+looking, not too strait-laced--she's just the girl I want. Don't you
+remember," he hiccoughed, "it was you yourself who recommended her--"
+
+"As a secretary," said Hadley dryly.
+
+Once more Stafford emptied his glass. He had already drunk too much,
+but he still had his wits about him. Laughing boisterously at his
+friend's sarcasm, he quickly retorted:
+
+"As a secretary--precisely--and I've engaged her--for life."
+
+Again filling his glass, he went rambling on:
+
+"You and the other fellows at the club may chaff me all you choose.
+I'm going to marry her and that's all there is to it. I'm my own
+master, do you understand? I have no family--no inquisitive,
+meddlesome relatives, thank God! If this marriage is going to cost me
+what friends I have--all right--let them keep away! Such friends are
+not worth having, anyway. My mind is made up and you know me. Once I
+make up my mind, nothing can alter it." Determinedly he added: "I'll
+marry her even if she refuses me--"
+
+"Refuses you?" smiled Hadley cynically; "surely you don't anticipate
+anything of that sort. Girls don't refuse millionaires nowadays."
+
+Stafford's face clouded again. With an impatient gesture he cried:
+
+"That's just the kind of rot you fellows talk! You don't know
+Virginia. She's not the sort of girl to be influenced in that way. If
+she were, she'd have said 'yes' at once. I understand her perfectly.
+She's still uncertain if she cares enough for me. I respect her all
+the more for her reserve. I'd rather that than have a girl throw
+herself at me merely for my money." Carelessly he added: "Oh, I'm not
+worrying. We're getting along all right. It's only a question of time
+now--"
+
+Hadley did not know what to say. Evidently any advice he could have
+given on the subject was now too late. All he could think of was to
+mutter:
+
+"Well--congratulations--old sport!"
+
+Stafford, no longer crossed, broke into a smile once more. Leaning
+tipsily over towards his friend, his face flushed, his eyes sparkling,
+he hiccoughed:
+
+"Say, Hadley, she's a winner! Those big black eyes of hers are enough
+to drive any man crazy; and that figure! Can you blame me, Hadley? Can
+you blame me? Here, drink up!"
+
+"No," said his companion, disgusted and pushing his glass away. "I've
+had enough and so have you. It's getting late. Let's go."
+
+Stafford made no reply, but, calling the waiter, proceeded to settle
+for the dinner. While he was thus engaged, Hadley watched him in
+irritated silence.
+
+"_In vino veritas_!" he mused to himself. Truly the wine had
+spoken plainly. The cloven hoof was clearly visible. It was not so
+much the congenial companion, the soul-mate which Robert Stafford saw
+in Virginia Blaine as it was a lovely young animal for the
+gratification of his lust, his appetites. What marriage, based on that
+idea, could be a happy one? He felt sorry for the girl. If he knew her
+well or cared enough, he would warn her that his friend was not the
+marrying kind of man. Of course, Stafford would do the honorable
+thing, go through a marriage ceremony, make a handsome settlement and
+all that sort of thing; but when it came to leading a quiet, regular,
+domesticated life, he simply was incapable of it--that's all. He had
+enjoyed liberty too long to wear the harness now. He was too much of
+the _viveur_, too fond of his club, his poker parties and little
+midnight suppers with fair ladies. Once the novelty of marriage had
+worn off, he would return to the old life and then there would be the
+devil to pay. The wife would find it out, there would be a row, with
+court proceedings, alimony and all the rest of it. Or perhaps she
+would suffer and say nothing, as so many do. Anyway, he was sorry for
+the girl.
+
+Stafford looked at him and laughed boisterously.
+
+"What's the matter, old top? You're as serious to-day as some
+bewhiskered old college professor. Stop your philosophizing and let's
+have some more wine. I'll match you for another bottle. Come, now."
+
+Hadley shook his head and rose.
+
+"No more for me," he said firmly. "You don't want any, either. Let's
+go."
+
+"Which direction are you going?"
+
+"Up Fifth Avenue. Coming my way?"
+
+"Yesh--I'm with you--only I must stop in Forty-second Street first--at
+a jeweller's--to get a ring I ordered." Grinning stupidly at Hadley,
+he went on: "Great idea--diamonds! You can do anything with a woman if
+you give her all the jewels she wants! See, my boy?"
+
+A few minutes more and the two men, the taller one of whom walked
+somewhat unsteadily, were on Fifth Avenue, making their way towards
+Forty-second Street.
+
+Ten days later there appeared among the society notes of the New York
+_Herald_ this paragraph:
+
+"Robert Stafford, the well-known railroad promoter, was married
+yesterday at St. Patrick's Cathedral to Virginia Blaine, second
+daughter of the late John Blaine, once a well-known lawyer of this
+city. The ceremony was strictly private, the marriage being known only
+to a few intimate friends. The young couple sailed yesterday afternoon
+for Europe on their honeymoon."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+
+The Stafford wedding was a nine-days' sensation and then people forgot
+all about it. Society mothers with marriageable daughters said that it
+was scandalous for a man of wealth and position to throw himself away
+on a penniless nobody, and malicious tongues freely predicted that
+before long the railroad man would regret the foolish step he had
+taken.
+
+But for the present, at least, Stafford gave no indication of
+regretting anything. On the contrary, he and his young wife had come
+back from Europe in the highest of spirits, and immediately after
+their return to New York the millionaire proceeded to convince his
+critics of their error by throwing open his new house and entertaining
+on a lavish scale. For some time before his marriage Stafford had
+realized that his old apartment, comfortable as it was for the
+bachelor, would be quite inadequate for a married couple; so, getting
+rid of his lease, he had bought further down the Avenue near
+Seventy-second street a fine American basement house. It was a large
+modern residence, exquisitely furnished and supplied with every luxury
+money could buy. Virginia's private suite was particularly beautiful,
+being decorated in white and gold, in imitation of Queen Marie
+Antoinette's apartments at the Little Trianon.
+
+To Virginia this new life of luxury and pleasure was like a chapter
+from the "Arabian Nights." It seemed unreal, like some fantastic dream
+from which, sooner or later, there must be an abrupt awakening. For
+years she had been so accustomed to the gnawing anxieties of poverty
+that this sudden superfluity of wealth fairly stunned and overwhelmed
+her. Stafford, apparently more infatuated every day, took the keenest
+delight in pleasing her. Everything that he thought would add to her
+happiness was done. He showered her with costly presents, giving her
+wonderful diamond tiaras, superb pearl necklaces and other gems until
+her jewels were soon the talk of New York. She had _carte
+blanche_ at Fifth Avenue dressmakers and milliners; she had her
+French maid, her hairdresser, her automobile and her box at the opera.
+He forced open for her the doors of society and, once inside the
+exclusive circle, it was not long before Virginia made friends on her
+own account. People had expected to see a bold, coarse adventuress;
+instead, they were charmed by a modest, refined young woman who,
+intellectually at least, was their superior. Everybody received her
+with open arms. The men classed her as pretty and _chic_; the
+women declared she dressed divinely and gave exquisite dinners. Before
+long, society arrived at the conclusion that Robert Stafford had not
+made such a mess of his matrimonial venture, after all.
+
+The months went by so gayly and so quickly that it was the greatest
+surprise to Virginia when one day she realized that she would soon
+celebrate the second anniversary of her wedding. She was so taken up
+with one fashionable function after another that she had no time to
+think. Sometimes in the midst of her social activities, she stopped to
+ask herself if she was really happy, if this nerve-racking existence
+of idleness and pleasure--with its bridge parties, its dinners, its
+opera and theatre-going--was the kind of life she had dreamed of in
+her girlhood days. Sometimes she felt a longing, a yearning for a more
+useful existence, something nobler, higher.
+
+Then, all at once, there came a change. It seemed to her that Robert's
+manner toward her was not the same. For no apparent cause, he
+gradually grew more cold and distant. At first she thought she herself
+might be to blame and she carefully watched her own actions and
+attitude to see if she was neglectful in any way of wifely duties and
+devotion. But she had nothing with which to reproach herself. She
+managed his household and entertained his friends. When they were
+alone she played and sang for him. But, for some reason that she could
+not explain, she seemed gradually to lose the power of holding him at
+home. Under the pretext of urgent business, he stayed away more and
+more. Usually he telephoned at the last minute, saying he had a
+business dinner to go to or a directors' meeting to attend. It was
+seldom that she could count on his company, and it made her life
+necessarily seem very lonely. It was nice to be rich, but often she
+wished that they might be poorer, that Robert were less successful so
+that their life might be more domesticated, more intimate. She felt
+that even after two years of marriage she did not know her husband any
+better than when she first met him. There seemed to be between them an
+indefinable yet very real barrier which, for some unknown reason, she
+was impotent to tear down. Sometimes, too, she resented him making so
+little of her. Instead of taking her into his confidence in his
+business matters, he treated her as a child, whose opinion on serious
+things was valueless. Instead of coming to her as a comrade to ask
+advice, he preferred to play the ardent lover, as if that were all he
+expected of her. Her womanhood rebelled, but she said nothing. There
+were times, too, when he returned home very late, exhilarated by too
+much wine, and on such occasions his boisterous, passionate kisses
+nauseated her. Often she found herself longing for demonstrations of a
+more sincere and honest affection, but she always excused him on the
+ground that it was the fault of his temperament.
+
+Among all her husband's friends Fred Hadley was the one whose society
+she preferred. She found him sympathetic, kind and yet always
+respectful. He being very fond of music and having considerable
+literary taste, they soon found that they had many interests in
+common. Sometimes he would join them in their box at the opera, or
+when Stafford brought him home to dinner they sat and chatted on all
+kinds of congenial topics while the husband, wholly absorbed in the
+business details of a busy day, paid only scant attention to the
+conversation.
+
+One evening the subject of divorce happened to come up. They were
+discussing the notorious case of a well-known woman in society who had
+submitted to all kinds of cruelties and indignities on the part of her
+husband rather than shame him by bringing the matter into court.
+Stafford, for once becoming interested in the argument, declared
+decisively that the woman was right, that, having entered into a
+matrimonial compact, she was in honor bound to conceal from prying
+outsiders any domestic differences they might have. Virginia promptly
+differed with him and proceeded to give her reasons. Stafford was no
+match for her when it came to sociology and he could only grunt
+disapproval as she went on warmly to defend womankind from the
+ignominy of a degrading marriage, while Hadley, keenly interested,
+smoked his cigar and listened.
+
+"A woman who will suffer in silence while her brutal husband stands
+over her with a whip is a disgrace to her sex," she exclaimed hotly.
+"She is no better than a shackled slave; her position in the man's
+house is that of a concubine."
+
+"What shall she do?" cried Stafford with a shrug of his shoulders and
+a cynical laugh.
+
+"Get a divorce," retorted Virginia.
+
+"Divorce!" echoed the railroad man mockingly. "The world is full of
+divorcées. Everyone looks down on them. They have a bad name. What
+does she gain by that?"
+
+"Her own self-respect if not that of the world. Divorce is the only
+weapon a defenceless woman has."
+
+Stafford, badly beaten, relapsed into a sulky silence, while Hadley
+nodded approval.
+
+"You are quite right, Mrs. Stafford," he said; "the fear of divorce
+and its attendant publicity makes many a husband behave himself."
+
+Following up her advantage, Virginia picked up a newspaper lying on a
+table close by.
+
+"Here," she said, "is the opinion of a woman on this very question--a
+woman evidently who has herself suffered. She says:
+
+"'How many beings live together for long years strangers in mind and
+body! How many are the slaves of marriage whose relations are hideous
+with mutual hate! Why, in the name of a religious principle, should
+one make eternal the hell whose torments are as varied as they are
+overwhelming? Why should not reason and the right of the individual
+correct the mistakes of chance, false calculations, and hopes
+deceived? Why should a woman who does not find in her husband the
+necessary moral support suffer the tortures of a long agony in which
+she is defenceless, of a perpetual struggle in which she is miserably
+conquered; and, on the other hand, why should the husband who does not
+find in his wife the hoped-for companion or the desired slave, find
+the road to happiness forever closed to him? Before divorce was
+established, men and women who lived together in misunderstanding
+suffered an agony worse than that of the condemned to death, for
+nothing can be compared to the torture of being tied, body and soul,
+in hatred or scorn, or even indifference.'"
+
+Hadley nodded approvingly.
+
+"I think she puts the case pretty well," he remarked. "It's a strong
+argument in favor of the legal separation."
+
+"I beg to differ," said Stafford dryly. Rising with a yawn, he went
+on: "Half the marital troubles one hears about are the fault of the
+wife. She is often too exacting, too fond of meddling in her husband's
+affairs. A man who respects himself bends to no one--not even to his
+wife." With another yawn he added: "Will you two excuse me for a few
+minutes? I have a letter to write."
+
+Without waiting for an answer, he turned on his heel and walked into
+the library, closing the door behind him. Hadley puffed away at his
+cigar in silence, while Virginia gazed thoughtfully into the fire.
+Presently Hadley said:
+
+"Bob's in an argumentative mood to-night."
+
+Virginia sighed as she replied:
+
+"Yes--he has not much patience. He always takes the stand that man is
+the master, that women should have no will of their own."
+
+Hadley shook his head as he replied:
+
+"Old-fashioned notion that. The quicker he gets rid of it the better."
+
+Virginia looked at him without speaking. There was an inquiring,
+wistful expression in her face, as if she longed to unbosom herself to
+someone, and yet had no one close enough, intimate enough in whom she
+could confide. Presently she said:
+
+"Mr. Hadley, you've known my husband a number of years. Was he always
+as he is now?"
+
+"In what way do you mean?"
+
+"Was he always as dictatorial, as self-centred and self-willed?"
+
+Hadley laughed.
+
+"Yes, Bob was always inclined that way, and it seems to have grown on
+him as he has grown older."
+
+There was still another question hovering on the young wife's lips.
+Dare she ask it? Why not? This friend was so loyal, so considerate,
+that he would understand. If it worried her at all, it was because her
+happiness, the future of her unborn children, if she had any, might be
+at stake. At last, with an effort, she summoned up courage and
+ventured to give expression to what was on her mind.
+
+"Mr. Hadley, there's something else. I've intended to ask you for a
+long time--" Hesitating, she said: "I've quite forgotten what it
+was--"
+
+He looked at her keenly. He had observed for some time that things
+were not quite as they should be in his friend's home. Stafford seemed
+to be more indifferent to his wife, he stayed out more at nights; she,
+on her side, appeared to be continually on the defensive, as if there
+was constant friction. But by no outward sign could she have guessed
+that he gauged the situation. Carelessly he said:
+
+"Is it something about Bob?"
+
+Thus encouraged, she spoke up frankly, just as if she were talking to
+an elder brother:
+
+"Yes, that's it. Was--was my husband fond of wine as a young man? I
+can ask you this--you've been so intimate with him." Hastily and with
+a forced laugh she added: "I don't mean that he drinks to excess now,
+but I wondered if as a young man he ever took more than was good for
+him. I don't see how he could have done, for it would have interfered
+with his career."
+
+Hadley puffed seriously at his cigar. A kindly man by disposition, he
+really felt sorry for this brave little woman who was trying to make
+light of a tragedy. Slowly he replied:
+
+"I'm sorry to say that Bob has always had a _penchant_ in that
+direction. It has not interfered with his success, but when he's under
+the influence of liquor he's not himself. He seems to quite lose
+self-control." Looking at her closely, he added: "He hasn't been
+drinking since your marriage, has he?"
+
+Virginia colored.
+
+"Oh, no indeed," she replied hastily. "He wouldn't drink now, I'm
+sure, if only out of regard for me."
+
+Hadley was about to say more, when suddenly the library door opened
+and Stafford entered, hat in hand. Addressing his friend and without
+so much as glancing at his wife, he said curtly:
+
+"Coming over to the club, Hadley? There's a poker game on to-night. I
+promised to take a hand."
+
+The two men went away together and that night Virginia sobbed herself
+to sleep.
+
+Another month went by and imperceptibly, almost unnoticed by
+themselves, the coolness between husband and wife grew. There was no
+open quarrel, not even a cross word; but Stafford stayed out nearly
+every night and Virginia, left alone in the great library with only
+books for companions, wondered if this was the happy married life she
+had prayed for.
+
+One night the servants were awakened by a commotion at the front door.
+Their master, returning from the club, had stumbled and fallen down
+the stoop. Oku picked him up, and Stafford, luckily unhurt, staggered
+unaided to his room. Half an hour later the stillness of the night was
+again disturbed--this time by a woman's shrill scream of fright and a
+man's voice raised in tones of angry command. To the servants it
+seemed as if the sounds came from their mistress' room.
+
+Thus the months passed, and to the outside world, which obtained only
+an occasional glimpse into the Stafford household, the railroad man's
+pretty young wife was one of the most-to-be-envied women in New York.
+Still, there were some who shook their heads. They pointed to the
+young Mrs. Stafford's pale face and melancholy manner. In the last few
+weeks particularly she had lost her good spirits and was only a shadow
+of the girl who two years before had entered Robert Stafford's home a
+bride.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Meantime Virginia's sister, now Mrs. Gillie, was as happy and
+contented in her married life as circumstances would permit. She was
+not able to live on as grand a scale as her rich sister, but Jimmie's
+income, thanks to Mr. Stafford's generosity, had been increased to an
+amount quite beyond their most sanguine expectations. Beginning at a
+salary of $50 a week, he had been quickly raised to $100, and there
+was every prospect of even better to come. This enabled them to live
+very comfortably and even to save a little money. They had a pretty
+flat in One Hundred and Fortieth Street, where a baby girl had come to
+bless their union. Jimmie was a considerate enough husband, but
+indolent, and, still impressed with his own importance, he was always
+grumbling that his merit was underestimated by the world in general
+and his present employer in particular. Fanny considered it most
+ungrateful, and one morning at breakfast she took him to task:
+
+"How can you speak in that way of Mr. Stafford?" she protested. "We
+owe him everything."
+
+His mouth full of toast, her husband gulped down his scalding coffee.
+Disdainfully he replied:
+
+"That's where you women understand nothing about business. Stafford
+must find me useful or he wouldn't be paying me $100 a week. I'm worth
+more than any other man he's got, that's the size of it. He pays me
+less because I'm one of the family. That's the way it always is. I'm
+no fool. I know what I ought to be getting. He's got to do better by
+me or I'll quit. I'll show him that I'm no $100-a-week piker."
+
+"You've no right to say that, Jim," interrupted his wife. "Just think
+how good he is to Virginia. He's always giving her something. Only
+last week he bought her a diamond necklace which must have cost $5,000
+if a cent."
+
+"Pshaw!" he retorted with a sneer, "what good does Virginia's necklace
+do me? More fool he to throw so much money away on finery. I guess he
+was drunk when he did it."
+
+Her face red with indignation, Fanny rose from the table.
+
+"How dare you say such a thing of Robert?" she cried angrily. "You
+ought to be ashamed of yourself. Really, I've no patience with you!
+Such base ingratitude after all he has done for us! And so uncalled
+for! If ever there was a model husband--"
+
+"You don't say so!" he interrupted with a sneer.
+
+There was something peculiar about her husband's manner that made
+Fanny look at him more closely.
+
+"What do you mean?" she demanded uneasily.
+
+He grinned.
+
+"Who told you that he was a model husband? Did Virginia ever say so?"
+
+Fanny stared at him, not understanding.
+
+"She never said he wasn't," she stammered.
+
+He chuckled.
+
+"Say--but you women are easy marks! Of course she didn't. A girl with
+Virginia's spirit doesn't like to confess she's made a mess of it. I
+guess she knows well enough by this time that her model husband is not
+all that he should be, that he goes on periodical sprees and is apt to
+come home any night dead drunk. All New York knows it."
+
+Speechless with astonishment and consternation, Fanny stood still,
+staring at her husband. Could this be true? Was Virginia unhappy, had
+they made a mistake, after all? Now she came to think of it, she
+recalled some peculiar remarks dropped by her sister from time to
+time; there had been days when she was strangely depressed, as if she
+lived in fear of something or someone. Was it possible that Robert was
+not the man he seemed? Virginia had never even hinted at such a thing
+directly, but one day, she remembered, her sister had brought up the
+subject whether it was a woman's duty to go on living with a husband
+after she had ceased to respect him.
+
+For some days after Jimmie's revelation at the breakfast table, Fanny
+went about her little flat listless and discouraged. Her usual high
+spirits had gone; she felt nervous and ill at ease. If Virginia was
+unhappy it was she alone who was responsible. She had encouraged the
+match and really persuaded her sister into it. The very first
+opportunity she would find out herself if there was any truth in the
+story.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+
+The blow had fallen upon Virginia with the unexpectedness and
+appalling swiftness of a bolt from the blue. From a tranquil state of
+contentment and comparative happiness she suddenly awoke to the fact
+that she had made a terrible mistake, and when she realized the full
+significance of her misfortune, she sank nerveless on to a sofa in her
+boudoir and gave way to a wild outburst of hysterical tears. What
+could her life be henceforth? How could she hide from the world her
+shame, her humiliation, her degradation? To be the wife of a drunkard,
+a man given up to the vilest passions, who came to her only when,
+temporarily bereft of his reason, she was no longer able to recognize
+in him the man she had married!
+
+The first time it happened she thought she would go insane from
+fright, horror and disgust. He had been out to dinner and returned
+home very late, and so tipsy that he fell down the front steps. She
+heard nothing of the commotion, having gone to bed and closed her
+door. He knocked and asked her to come into the library and chat a
+little; so, thinking to please him, she slipped on a robe and went in.
+At first she did not notice his condition. He was in high spirits and
+insisted on opening a bottle of champagne. Then she observed that his
+face was flushed, a strange look was in his eyes--a look she had never
+seen there before--and his breath smelled strong of drink. He became
+very amorous and clumsily threw his arms around her. She recoiled in
+disgust, but he seized her, overpowered her by sheer brute strength,
+leered at her like some gibbering ape, polluted her lips with
+whiskey-laden kisses, claimed possession of her body with the
+unreasoning frenzy of a beast in rut.
+
+The next day he avoided her, as if ashamed of his conduct, and for
+some time he kept out of her way. Then frankly, candidly, he came to
+her and asked her pardon. It would never happen again, he said, if
+only she would forgive him. She forgave, and a few weeks later the
+same disgraceful scene occurred. Again he professed to be filled with
+remorse. Never again would he touch wine--if only she would again
+overlook it. A second time was he forgiven, and shortly afterwards she
+was once more the victim of his lust and violence.
+
+Panic-stricken, not knowing where to turn, in whom to confide, she
+went almost insane from anxiety and grief. She could not take
+strangers into her confidence; she even shrank from telling her own
+sister. This, then, was the barrier which her unerring instinct had
+sensed--her husband was a drunkard! He took pleasure in his wife's
+society only when the champagne aroused his amorous instincts. That
+was why he had married her. This millionaire had covered her with
+jewels, given her a luxurious home, but at what a price! He had said
+he loved her. Love? Such a word was a mockery in the mouth of such a
+voluptuary. The only feeling he had for her was the blind instinct of
+the primeval brute. He had no respect for her; he regarded her as
+something he had a right to force his will upon. She was his
+plaything, his mistress--not his wife. When, heated with wine, he
+approached her, a horrible, meaning smile on his face, he seemed to
+take possession of her as of something he had a right to, something he
+had bought and paid for and which was his alone to enjoy.
+
+It was impossible to go on living like this. Unless she asserted her
+womanhood he would gradually degrade her to his own level. She
+suffered silently, atrociously, feeling her degradation all the more
+keenly because of her intelligence which rebelled against the
+injustice and ignominy of it. Her womanhood revolted against this
+continual, humiliating subjection to the will of the male, of which
+her sex was the victim. She suffered as thousands of women have done
+before her, as only a woman can suffer when in spite of herself,
+against her own inclination and will, she is forced to submit to the
+unwelcome caresses of a man she no longer loves, a man she can no
+longer respect. There was only one way out. He must either swear never
+again to touch a drop of liquor or she would leave him forever. Yes,
+that was the only way. She would rather suffer any privation than put
+up with his brutality.
+
+Then, in calmer moments, she hesitated. It would not do to be too
+hasty. Perhaps he would never again offend in that way. He had broken
+each promise, it was true, but he seemed so sorry each time, so filled
+with remorse. Ought she to give him another trial? In her dilemma she
+decided to ask counsel of her sister. She would not tell Fanny
+everything, of course; that would be too dreadful, too humiliating.
+She would merely ask her what she herself would do under similar
+provocation.
+
+An opportunity soon presented itself. Frequently during the Winter she
+invited Fanny to go with her to the opera, and sometimes when there
+were to be several outings, her sister would come and stay at the
+Stafford home for several days, bringing her baby with her, a suite
+having been set apart for the Gillies' exclusive use. The house was so
+large that Virginia could well spare the room. Besides, she liked to
+have her sister's companionship.
+
+It was on the last night of one of these protracted visits that Robert
+Stafford's wife found the long-waited-for chance to unburden her
+heart. She and Fanny had been to the opera and just returned home.
+Virginia was in her boudoir, still wearing the magnificent gown and
+wonderful jewels which made her the cynosure of every eye in the
+Metropolitan's aristocratic horse-shoe circle. Fanny had gone to her
+own apartment and Josephine, the French maid, took from her mistress
+her cloak and opera bag. While the girl disposed of the articles she
+chattered in French:
+
+"Je pensais que Madame rentrerait un peu plus tard--"
+
+"Yes," replied Virginia languidly, "we returned much earlier than we
+expected. The opera was stupid--"
+
+Josephine, a born diplomat, stopped short and, going into ecstasies
+over her mistress's gown, exclaimed rapturously:
+
+"Oh, que Madame est jolie ce soir, vraiement ravissante!"
+
+"I'm glad the gown looks well," replied Virginia with an air of weary
+indifference as she sank down on a sofa.
+
+"Mais oui--Madame n'a jamais été si jolie."
+
+"Donnez moi mes pantoufles," said her mistress with a yawn. She was
+very tired and was glad to change her tight opera slippers for more
+comfortable footwear.
+
+"Oui, Madame!"
+
+Josephine knelt down, took off the dainty slippers, and, going to a
+closet, brought a pair of easy bedroom slippers and put them on.
+
+"Has Mr. Stafford returned?" inquired Virginia.
+
+"No, Madame."
+
+"Nor 'phoned?"
+
+"No, Madame. Did not Monsieur go to opera with Madame and Madame
+Gillie?"
+
+"Yes," said her mistress hastily, "but he couldn't stay. He had some
+business to attend to. You are quite sure he hasn't 'phoned?"
+
+The girl shook her head.
+
+"No message, Madame. I find out." Picking up the receiver from a
+telephone on the bureau, she spoke downstairs: "Hello! Who is this?
+Madame want to know if any word has come from Monsieur since he went
+away! You are quite sure? Merci!" Replacing the receiver, she shook
+her head and said: "No, Madame."
+
+Virginia looked away. Her hands were tightly clenched and a hard, set
+expression came into her face. Rising, she said:
+
+"Very well. I'll get into something loose."
+
+"Oui, Madame!"
+
+The girl took off her mistress's jewels and put them away in a drawer
+of the dressing table. This done, she began to unhook her dress.
+
+Virginia shivered. She did not feel well; her face was flushed and her
+head ached. She thought that, possibly, she had taken cold. In a tone
+of mild reproach she said:
+
+"The bath was a little cold this morning, Josephine."
+
+The maid looked distressed. Such a calamity was unheard of--hardly to
+be believed. Apologetically she exclaimed:
+
+"Je suis vraiment désolée, Madame. It not happen again--I see to
+that."
+
+Virginia smiled languidly:
+
+"I'm not complaining, Josephine--"
+
+"No, Madame is very good and kind."
+
+"There's no reason why I shouldn't be."
+
+"Merci, Madame," said the girl with a courtesy.
+
+At that moment there was a knock at the door and Fanny entered. She,
+also, was in evening dress, but less elegantly attired than her
+sister. Dropping into a chair, while Virginia went on changing her
+gown, she exclaimed:
+
+"Baby's all right, thank God! She's sleeping just as sound as can be."
+
+"Isn't that nice?" smiled Virginia.
+
+"Yes," went on her sister proudly, "she's a perfect darling."
+
+"She's certainly a dear," murmured Virginia, turning to view herself
+in the long mirror.
+
+"Did you ever know a child who behaved better?" demanded the proud
+mother.
+
+"Never. She hasn't been the slightest trouble since you've been
+here--has she?"
+
+"No!" smiled Fanny. "And she's always that way. It's such a comfort to
+a mother to know her child has a sweet disposition. I wonder whether
+she gets it--from me or from Jimmie."
+
+"Jimmie's coming in say good night, isn't he?" asked Virginia.
+
+"You bet!" exclaimed her sister, involuntarily relapsing into slang.
+"I mean--certainly he is."
+
+"That's right," said Virginia.
+
+"Shall we see you in the morning before we go?"
+
+"Of course."
+
+"I thought perhaps you'd have breakfast in bed."
+
+"And let you and the baby go without saying good-bye? No, indeed."
+
+Virginia had now changed her gown for a loose, clinging robe. With a
+sigh of relief she exclaimed:
+
+"Oh, how good it is to be unlaced!"
+
+"That's right," replied Fanny; "make yourself comfortable. I could let
+an inch or so out of mine without doing any violent harm. Oh, I just
+love to be dressed--décolletée! I got it right that time, didn't I,
+Josephine?"
+
+"Oui, Madame," replied the maid.
+
+"Fine! And say, Virgie--"
+
+"Yes?"
+
+"I looked them all over at the opera to-night and you take it from
+me--nobody had anything on us to-night."
+
+"You certainly looked very well," said Virginia with a smile.
+
+Fanny beamed with pleasure.
+
+"You weren't ashamed of your sister, were you?" she said.
+
+"Ashamed! I should say not."
+
+"Of course," went on the elder sister proudly, "with my figure I can
+wear anything! But when it comes to evening dress I flatter myself
+that I'm in the front of the procession and very near the band!"
+
+"It certainly is becoming to you."
+
+"You were a dream!" went on her sister enthusiastically. "Did you see
+the look you got from the young woman in the next box--the one with
+the pushed-in face?"
+
+"No."
+
+"I did. Prussic acid and vinegar."
+
+"Oh, Fanny!"
+
+"I saw it. One drink would have meant death mingled with convulsions."
+
+"You imagined it."
+
+"Not much," retorted her sister. "I saw it, I tell you. So did
+Jimmie--I mean James. You know I'm trying to break myself of this
+habit of calling him Jimmie. It's so common."
+
+"Where is Jimmie?" smiled Virginia, still busy at her dressing table.
+
+"Smoking a cigar and admiring the baby."
+
+Virginia remained silent for a moment. Then, thoughtfully, she said:
+
+"Do you know what I'm going to do for her?"
+
+"No--what?" demanded Fanny eagerly.
+
+"I'm going to do all I can for her. She'll never have to fight and
+struggle as you and mother did. I'm going to buy her clothes for her,
+see after her education, get a governess when the time comes, send her
+through Vassar or Wellesley if she wants to go, see that she learns
+how to ride and drive. In fact, I'm going to do everything for her
+that money and love can."
+
+Fanny clasped her hands with delight. Enthusiastically and gratefully
+she exclaimed:
+
+"You're a thoroughbred, Virgie! But what would your husband say?"
+
+"Robert would help me. He's as fond of her as I am. And you know the
+size of his heart."
+
+"I should say I do," replied Fanny eagerly. "See what he's done for
+James and me already."
+
+"Anything else, Madame?" inquired Josephine, who had finished her
+duties.
+
+Her mistress shook her head.
+
+"No, Josephine. You needn't wait for me."
+
+"Shall I call Madame in the morning?"
+
+"No. I'll ring when I want you."
+
+"Oui, Madame." Turning round at the door, she said apologetically:
+"Quant au bain, je verrai à ce que cela ne se répète plus."
+
+Virginia smiled good naturedly:
+
+"Very well, Josephine--that's all right--"
+
+"Bonne nuit, Madame!"
+
+The girl went out, closing the door behind her. Fanny, laughing,
+mimicked her:
+
+"'Anything else, Madame?' 'No, Josephine, you needn't wait for me.'
+'Shall I call you in the morning, Madame?' 'No, I'll ring when I want
+you.' Gee! That's classy, all right. It's just like one reads about in
+the story books."
+
+"What is?" asked Virginia, who, still seated at the dressing table,
+had begun to arrange her hair for the night.
+
+"You and the way you speak French!"
+
+The younger sister laughed heartily.
+
+"Why shouldn't I? I've studied hard enough in the last year and a
+half."
+
+"And your music!"
+
+"That, too."
+
+"And your German! And your books on literature and art!"
+
+Taking in the entire room with a sweeping gesture of her hand, she
+continued:
+
+"And all this--and your autos--and your yacht--and your box at the
+opera--and everything that money can buy--and just think only two
+years ago you were an underpaid telephone girl in a hotel!"
+
+"Yes, it is wonderful, isn't it?" sighed Virginia.
+
+"Wonderful!" exclaimed the other. "It makes Laura Jean Libbey look
+like a piker."
+
+"Fanny!" protested her sister.
+
+"What's the matter?"
+
+"Slang!" said Virginia reproachfully.
+
+"Oh, I just have to blow off steam once in a while," replied Fanny
+carelessly. "And maybe I'm not in it, too. Two years ago I was working
+in our little millinery store. Enter the rich Mrs. Chuddington. She's
+fifty if she's a day, weighs a hundred and ninety and has a--a double
+chin. She sees a hat that would suit a girl just out of school and
+tries it on. I look at her and say: 'Oh, Mrs. Chuddington, isn't that
+lovely!' Of course, I know it's awful, but I have to say it because
+it's business. I point to the customer and Marie says: 'Oh, Mrs.
+Chuddington, isn't that exquisite!' Then Mrs. Chuddington puts on the
+hat, leaves the store looking a perfect fright. Marie looks at Fanny;
+Fanny looks at Marie, and though we don't say a word, we think--oh!
+how we do think!"
+
+Virginia smiled in spite of herself.
+
+"They try it with me," she laughed.
+
+"But how is it now?" went on Fanny with an attempt at dignity. "Now,
+I'm Mrs. James Gillie, sister of the rich Mrs. Robert Stafford, with
+whom I have just spent an evening at the opera and who I am now
+visiting in her French boudoir! Sometimes I don't believe it's real,
+and I find myself getting ready to wake up just in time to hear the
+alarm go off!"
+
+"It is real enough, Fanny," smiled her sister. After a pause, she
+asked: "And you--you are happy?"
+
+"Of course I am," said the other, dropping into a seat. "Why shouldn't
+I be? Haven't I got James and the baby and a pretty flat, and a maid
+to do the work. And isn't James getting a hundred a week from Mr.
+Stafford? Well, I should say I am happy!"
+
+"I'm so glad," murmured Virginia with a sigh.
+
+Looking up quickly, Fanny asked:
+
+"You're happy, too, aren't you?"
+
+Virginia made no reply for a moment. Then she said hesitatingly
+
+"Yes--"
+
+Fanny looked closely at her. Was there any foundation for the story
+Jimmie had told her? Was her sister unhappy? Did all this luxury
+conceal an aching heart?
+
+"If you're not," she said tentatively, "I don't know what you want.
+Nobody could be a better husband than Robert. He's just the kindest,
+nicest man; a woman simply couldn't help loving him."
+
+Virginia made no answer and Fanny continued:
+
+"You do love him, don't you?"
+
+"Yes," said Virginia hesitatingly, "most of the time. In fact, nearly
+all of the time."
+
+"Most of the time--nearly all the time," exclaimed Fanny. "What do you
+think love is? Off again, on again, Finnigan! You either love a man or
+you don't; at least, that's the way I understand it."
+
+Virginia shook her head. Gravely she said:
+
+"The trouble is that you don't understand--this."
+
+Fanny put her arm round her sister's neck. Sympathetically she said:
+
+"What is it, dear? Tell me--"
+
+Virginia turned round and faced her sister. First looking round the
+room to make sure no one was there, she said in a whisper:
+
+"Did Jimmie ever come home--drunk?"
+
+"I should like to see him try it," exclaimed Fanny indignantly. "Just
+once. I imagine once would be enough."
+
+"Then you can't understand it," said Virginia quickly.
+
+"Does--Robert?" asked Fanny in a low tone.
+
+Virginia nodded and turned her head away.
+
+"Often?" demanded her sister.
+
+Virginia shook her head despondently. Stifling back the sobs that
+choked her utterance, she answered:
+
+"If it were often, I couldn't bear it. I should have left him long
+ago. It's bad enough as it is."
+
+Fanny kissed her.
+
+"Poor girl!" she murmured.
+
+Drying her tears, Virginia went on:
+
+"When he's himself there isn't a finer man in the world, but when he's
+not--"
+
+"Tell me everything," said Fanny, putting her arm sympathetically
+round her little sister's waist.
+
+Virginia turned away. Confusedly she said:
+
+"I can't--now."
+
+"Oh, yes, you can," said Fanny coaxingly, "me--your sister."
+
+"No--no--"
+
+"Yes, you can, dear. Does he come home in a nasty temper?"
+
+"He's generally in the best of tempers--at first."
+
+"And afterwards? You can tell me! What is it?"
+
+"Afterward," said the young wife in a low tone, as if ashamed to tell
+the rest: "it isn't love at all--he's just a stranger--inflamed with
+liquor--who has me in his power!"
+
+Fanny, shocked, clasped her sister the more closely.
+
+"Virgie!" she exclaimed. "Poor little Virgie!"
+
+"Yes, it's horrible," said Virginia, with difficulty keeping back the
+tears. "Sometimes," she went on, "for days I can hardly look at him!
+And yet, strange as it may seem, I still love him! I love him to-day
+better than I ever loved him. Why? I do not know. If it wasn't for
+just that one thing I could be the happiest woman in the world."
+
+"Poor little girl," murmured Fanny, consolingly.
+
+At that moment there was a sharp rap on the door. The elder sister
+quickly went to open.
+
+"It's James," she said, "shall I let him in?"
+
+"Certainly," replied Virginia.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+
+Mr. James Gillie looked to-day an entirely different person to what he
+had appeared when he first came courting his wife. He had never lacked
+a bold front, at any time, but in those early days his salary of $14
+per did not permit any great latitude in the important matter of
+furnishing his wardrobe. Compelled to be satisfied with the cheapest
+ready-made garments, the knowledge of his sartorial shortcomings had
+always exercised a certain sobering effect on him, especially when in
+presence of his superiors. But now conditions had changed. Thanks to
+his present employer's liberality, he was able to stamp himself with
+the hall mark of success. As Robert Stafford's right-hand man, drawing
+$5,000 a year, self-denial was no longer necessary; he could indulge
+his taste to the limit. Dressed in a fashionably cut evening dress
+coat, with white tie and waistcoat, patent-leather pumps and silk
+socks with embroidered trees, anyone might have easily taken him for a
+gentleman--until they heard him talk. His speech, crude and slangy as
+ever, seemed to have lagged behind in his climb toward business and
+social recognition.
+
+Nor could it be said that the young man, so fertile in ideas, had
+lived up to all the brilliant promises which he had made. After two
+years rich with opportunities of a kind which fall to the lot of few
+men, he had accomplished nothing that was at all likely to prove of
+lasting or even temporary benefit to his fellow man. Much to his
+astonishment and mortification, his most cherished inventions had been
+openly derided as little better than the ravings of a lunatic, and he
+soon discovered that no one in the railroad office--not even the
+office boy--took him seriously. He was tolerated by the office staff
+because he happened to be the husband of the boss' sister-in-law, but
+no one dreamed for an instant of entrusting him with any work
+involving responsibility. He was given an occupation in which he would
+do the least harm, and for his services his millionaire employer,
+anxious to help his sister-in-law in every way possible, humorously
+invented quite a novel rate of remuneration. He decided to pay Jimmie
+exactly ten times what he was actually worth. Thus at first when the
+clerk was actually worth $5 he was given $50; later when he was worth
+$10 he was raised to $100. Being quite unaware of this carefully
+graduated scale of wages, made specially in his honor, Jimmy went to
+the Stafford office every day wearing the same jaunty self-confident
+air, convinced that his employer was underpaying him and that he was a
+very valuable person, indeed.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+As he entered Fanny ran up to him and kissed him impulsively. Jimmie
+looked at her in surprise. Comically he remarked:
+
+"What's that for? A touch?"
+
+She laughed heartily.
+
+"Not this time." Looking admiringly at her husband, she added:
+
+"Well, I guess this was some night for the Gillie family, eh?"
+
+"Yes--wasn't it!" exclaimed Virginia, still occupied in preparing for
+the night.
+
+Jimmie grinned. Good-humoredly he said:
+
+"You were queens--both of you! The others were only deuces!"
+
+"I'd be sure to think that, anyway!" laughed Fanny.
+
+"So would anybody with good eyes," he went on. "Honest--I never saw so
+much paint on a bunch of women in my life! When it comes to
+complexion, they make the crowd at the French Maids' Ball look like a
+lot of schoolgirls just out of the convent."
+
+"It was pretty bad," assented his wife.
+
+"The funny thing," he continued, "was that the old ones were the
+worst. There was one old party in particular--the one that wore that
+long fur coat--what a fur coat!--I'm not sure what kind of fur it was,
+but it looked to me like unborn plush!"
+
+"James!" exclaimed his wife, scandalized.
+
+"Well," he proceeded, "that dame was so outrageously made up that you
+could have used her face for a danger signal--on the level you
+could--and yet I'll bet she was so old it would break a fellow just to
+buy candles for her birthday cake."
+
+"I know the one you mean," laughed Fanny.
+
+"Why do they do it?" he demanded with an air of superiority. "Do they
+think folks are blind? Or does each woman imagine that while she can
+spot it on every other woman a mile off, nobody can see it on her?"
+
+"I think you have guessed it!"
+
+"We were all right, weren't we?" interrupted Virginia with a smile.
+
+"That's what you were!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. Then, surveying
+his own clothes in the mirror with great satisfaction, he went on:
+"While we are on the subject, what is the matter with 'yours truly'?"
+
+"Splendid!" cried Virginia, looking him over.
+
+Fanny beamed with pride. Laughingly she exclaimed:
+
+"James got a Tuxedo a year ago, but this is the first time he has worn
+full evening dress."
+
+"Yes," said her husband ruefully, "I felt all right in it except my
+hands and feet. My hands are no bigger than any other fellow's; but
+while I had on the white kids I felt there was nothing to me but the
+lunch hooks!"
+
+"James!" cried Fanny, shocked at his vulgarity.
+
+"Honest!" he grinned, "they felt so big that every time I put my foot
+down I thought I was going to step on one of 'em!"
+
+Virginia looked admiringly at his silk hose.
+
+"What beautiful socks!" she exclaimed.
+
+Drawing up his trousers, Jimmie showed more of the hose above the
+pump. Grumbling, he said:
+
+"Yes, they're all right. But what I object to is the draught that
+comes through the open windows! I wouldn't be a bit surprised if I had
+caught a severe cold in the instep! Pretty good looking suit, though,
+isn't it?"
+
+"Yes, indeed!" exclaimed Fanny, examining the material more closely.
+
+Her husband pointed with pride to his imitation pearl studs.
+
+"And say--what do you think of my near-pearls?"
+
+"I'll get you some genuine ones," laughed his sister-in-law.
+
+"Don't you do it!" he retorted. "I looked the other fellows over and
+you couldn't tell 'em from mine! If you have any money to invest on
+me, put it into something that'll show."
+
+"I will," said Virginia, much amused. "And now tell me, what did you
+really think of the opera, Jimmie?"
+
+First he looked at his sister-in-law to see if she was seriously
+consulting his opinion; then solemnly he said:
+
+"I hoped I wouldn't have to mention it."
+
+"Why?" she demanded, laughing.
+
+Making a gesture of protest, he exclaimed:
+
+"Won't you please drop the 'Jimmie' and call me 'James'?"
+
+"Why?"
+
+"I'm going to be a millionaire some day," he explained, "and when I
+am, 'James Gillie' will be bad enough, but 'Jimmie Gillie'--Jimmy
+Gillie wouldn't sound as though I had a cent."
+
+Virginia nodded. Smilingly she replied: "I see! Well, from this time
+on it shall be 'James'."
+
+"Thanks."
+
+"And now, having settled that point, I ask you again--what did you
+really think of the opera?"
+
+"On the level, or to tell to the neighbors?"
+
+"Is there any difference?"
+
+"You bet there is. To the neighbors I'll say it was 'so delightful'
+and 'extremely artistic,' but if it's on the level I'll say it was
+punk."
+
+"What?" cried Virginia.
+
+"Punk?" echoed his wife, puzzled.
+
+"Yes! Fancy paying five a throw to hear a sawed-off Italian let go a
+few top notes, when you can have the same seat in a vaudeville theatre
+and get Eva Tanguay and a whole bunch of good acts for a dollar! Five
+a throw to hear a dago yodel something I don't even understand--not
+for my money!"
+
+"James!" cried Fanny in despair.
+
+But, once started, Jimmie was not to be curbed. With a grin he went
+on:
+
+"And the leading lady--a human joke if ever there was one. There they
+were all telling about this beautiful maiden of eighteen summers, and
+when she came on--a beautiful maiden? A milk wagon, believe me, a milk
+wagon!"
+
+Fanny turned to her sister. Apologetically she said:
+
+"You see, dear, James only cares for violin music."
+
+"I don't even care for that," he growled.
+
+"Then why did you take me last week to see that famous violinist?" she
+demanded.
+
+"A mistake, my dear. I didn't know he was a violinist. You see, he was
+flourishing his bow and I thought he was a juggler!"
+
+"You're incorrigible!" laughed Virginia.
+
+"Musical comedy and vaudeville for mine," he exclaimed. "I've joined
+the ranks of the 'tired business men,' like your husband."
+
+Virginia shook her head. "You're wrong there," she said. "Robert is
+very fond of opera."
+
+"Which accounts for his not going to hear it, I suppose."
+
+"No, that was not it," she replied quickly. "He had to see some of his
+associates on a very important business matter."
+
+"That's what I'll be saying soon!" grinned her brother-in-law. "I'm
+already getting a hundred a week. I guess that's not bad for a fellow
+who two years ago was only getting fourteen!"
+
+"It's just splendid!" exclaimed Fanny.
+
+"And the best thing about it is that I did it all myself!" said
+Jimmie.
+
+"All?" echoed Virginia.
+
+"Yes, every bit," he answered impudently.
+
+"Didn't Robert help any?"
+
+"Oh, of course, he gave me the chance, but how long do you think I'd
+have lasted if I hadn't made good?"
+
+His sister-in-law smiled good-naturedly. Quickly she asked:
+
+"What salary were you getting when Robert gave you your chance?"
+
+"That's got nothing to do with it," he retorted.
+
+"You were getting fourteen dollars a week and he started you at fifty.
+That was some help, wasn't it?"
+
+"Oh, well! what of it?"
+
+"Nothing," she replied. "I mention this only to make you remember that
+Robert is entitled to at least a part of the credit for your
+advancement."
+
+Jimmie nodded. Ungraciously he said:
+
+"He gave me my start, I'll admit that. But did he raise me to
+seventy-five and then to a hundred out of charity? Not much! He did it
+because I was worth it."
+
+"Of course," she smiled.
+
+"Yes," he went on, "and I'm worth more than a hundred now. I'm going
+to strike for a raise pretty soon, and if I don't get it--if I don't
+get it, I'll put on my coat, walk right out and leave him flat."
+
+"James!" exclaimed Fanny, making frantic signs to him to desist.
+
+"And then? What will you do?" asked Virginia quickly.
+
+"Go to work somewhere else!" he snapped.
+
+"As a shipping clerk?"
+
+"I should say not."
+
+"Then what will you do?"
+
+"I'll find something."
+
+"At a salary of over five thousand dollars a year?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+Virginia shrugged her shoulders. Curtly she said:
+
+"Don't be foolish."
+
+Fanny nodded approval.
+
+"I think myself you'd better stick to Robert," she said.
+
+Folding his arms, the young man faced the two women. Indignantly he
+cried:
+
+"You two talk as though I was getting my salary out of charity--as
+though Mr. Stafford was handing me something! Well, I tell you he
+isn't. There's no friendship in business, and if I wasn't worth a
+hundred I wouldn't get it! I'm a valuable man to your husband. I've
+put him onto four or five good things in Wall Street already. Did he
+tell you about 'em?"
+
+"No," said Virginia, shaking her head.
+
+"I did, just the same," he went on exultantly, "and if he followed my
+advice and played it strong he must have made half a million or so
+just out of my tips! I'm not conceited--not a bit--but I know what I
+can do! I know--"
+
+Before he had completed the sentence the telephone rang. Virginia
+quickly took the receiver. After listening a moment, she said:
+
+"Thank you!" Replacing the instrument, she turned to the others and
+said quietly:
+
+"Robert has just come in."
+
+Jimmie had still grievances to ventilate. Peevishly he exclaimed:
+
+"There's another thing. Why shouldn't I call him Robert the same as
+you and Fanny do?"
+
+"Has he objected?" asked Virginia, a slight smile hovering around her
+mouth.
+
+"No," he answered; "I never tried it! I feel like a fool, though, at
+the office. Everybody knows he's my brother-in-law, and yet I have to
+call him 'Mr. Stafford,' just as though he was no relation at all. Do
+you think he'd mind if I called him Robert?"
+
+"You must be the judge of that," she replied evasively.
+
+Just then there was a rap on the door.
+
+"Come," called out Virginia.
+
+The door opened and Stafford entered.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+
+As the millionaire advanced into the room it was easy to see that he
+was not himself. His face was flushed, his eyes brilliant, his gait
+awkward and uncertain. The bosom of his full dress shirt was rumpled
+and his white tie awry. He had every appearance of having just come
+from some midnight orgy, and, like most roysterers who take their wine
+joyously, he was in the highest spirits. Making with his right arm a
+wide sweeping gesture meant to include all present in a general
+salutation, he hiccoughed:
+
+"Ev'ning, everybody!"
+
+He stood still in the centre of the room, maintaining with difficulty
+the centre of gravitation and grinning upon each in turn.
+
+"Isn't he jolly to-night?" laughed Fanny.
+
+"Got 'em again," chuckled Jim in an undertone.
+
+Virginia alone was not amused. Her face turned deathly pale. He had
+broken his word again. She looked at him, and shuddered. She saw his
+eyes seek her out and she read there the same expression which had
+always frightened her and which when he was in that condition meant
+only one thing. She could not go on living like this. It was
+unbearable, more than she could endure. It was too humiliating, too
+degrading. As she stood watching him he advanced clumsily towards her.
+Involuntarily she recoiled, but, in a stride, he was beside her and
+placed one arm round her waist. Kissing her, he hiccoughed:
+
+"Hello, honey!" With maudlin admiration he exclaimed: "My, but you
+look sweet to-night!"
+
+Disgusted, nauseated, Virginia turned her head away from his tainted
+breath, and tried to disengage herself. But he held her as in a vice.
+Turning to Jimmie, he said jocularly:
+
+"Do you--wonder that--I'm in love with her?"
+
+"I should say not," grinned the clerk.
+
+"She's the prettiest and sweetest girl that ever lived," went on
+Stafford. He still had one arm round his wife's waist and, struggling
+to place his mouth on hers, he insisted: "Kiss me, honey!"
+
+In vain Virginia strove to free herself. She was but a child in his
+strong arms.
+
+"Robert--Robert--please!" she protested angrily.
+
+He laughed boisterously.
+
+"Oh--go on--you know you love me! Kiss me!"
+
+Reluctantly, realizing it was her only way of escape, she touched his
+cheek with her cold lips.
+
+"That's the girl!" he exclaimed, releasing her.
+
+Deathly white and with a set, determined expression on her face,
+Virginia broke from his embrace and hurried away to join her sister
+who, dreading a scene, had discreetly withdrawn into the bedroom.
+Stafford stood looking after her, a stupid expression on his face as
+if of mild surprise at her resistance. When she had disappeared, he
+turned to his employee. For a few moments he did not speak and the
+younger man was beginning to feel uncomfortable under his close
+scrutiny when Stafford suddenly blurted out:
+
+"Jimmie!"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"What salary are you getting?"
+
+"A hundred--"
+
+Stafford shook his head. Smiling, he said:
+
+"No, you're not--you're getting a hundred and fifty!"
+
+The clerk stared at his employer, not comprehending. What did he mean?
+Was this the long expected and hoped for raise in his salary, or was
+he the victim of a drunken jest?"
+
+"I'm only getting a hundred," he stammered.
+
+Stafford nodded encouragingly. Amiably he said:
+
+"Now you're getting a hundred and fifty--"
+
+The clerk's face broadened into a grin. At last his ability was
+receiving tardy acknowledgment. Hadn't he told Fanny months ago that
+he was worth the money? Well, better late than never! He was about to
+express his thanks when the millionaire interrupted him with a
+careless gesture.
+
+"When you're really worth twenty, I'll make it two hundred--"
+
+The young man's expression fell. Had he heard aright? What could the
+boss mean?
+
+"Twenty?" he echoed, puzzled.
+
+Stafford laughed loudly. Mockingly he said:
+
+"Yes, I have a system about you. I pay you ten times what I think
+you're worth."
+
+The listener's jaw dropped a few inches more. This did not sound as if
+his employer appreciated his merit any too much. Instinctively, he
+glanced around to see if anyone had overheard. It was just as well
+Fanny was not present. "Oh, you do?" he exclaimed with a crestfallen
+air.
+
+Stafford seemed to enjoy the young man's discomfiture. Promptly he
+went on to explain:
+
+"When you first came I figured you were worth five dollars, so I gave
+you fifty. When I thought you were worth seven dollars and a half, I
+gave you seventy-five, and when I thought you were really earning ten,
+I raised it to a hundred!"
+
+Utterly unnerved by this unexpected blow to his pride, completely
+cowed, the young man stood staring foolishly at the railroad promoter,
+not daring to raise his voice in protest, completely intimidated by
+his employer's manner.
+
+"And now," he asked timidly, "you think I'm worth fifteen?"
+
+Stafford broke out into boisterous laughter.
+
+"No, I don't, Jimmie! Oh, no, I don't! I raise you the other fifty
+because--well--there's a reason!" Coaxingly, he went on: "Jimmie, as a
+favor--as a favor--promise me you'll never get to be worth
+twenty-five! The manager of your department gets only two hundred and
+fifty and I couldn't pay you as much as I pay him, could I?"
+
+"I hoped to be manager of the department some day," spoke up the
+clerk, regaining some of his self-assurance.
+
+"What's that?"
+
+"I say I hoped to be manager of the department some day--"
+
+Stafford shook his head. With mock solemnity he said:
+
+"Jimmie, for all our sakes, let's hope that your hope doesn't come
+out."
+
+The young man was about to make a retort in kind, but at that instant
+his employer's attention was diverted to something more important.
+Virginia and Fanny had re-entered the boudoir from the bed chamber,
+and were standing conversing at the far end of the room.
+
+On seeing his wife, the railroad man seemed to forget aught else. His
+eyes appeared to be fascinated by her; he closely watched her every
+movement. Never, it seemed to him, had Virginia looked so attractive.
+Was it her pale face, with the large appealing black eyes and small
+curved lips that thrilled him, or was it her negligée gown, the
+clinging folds of which imparted suggestive voluptuous lines to her
+slender figure, which set his sensualism aflame?
+
+Virginia was painfully conscious of his steady stare and she trembled.
+Well she knew what it meant. If only she could keep her sister with
+her! But it was late; the Gillies would soon retire. Embarrassed by
+his persistent gaze, she went to the opposite side of the room on
+pretext of getting a photograph from a desk. Before she could reach
+it, her husband had intercepted her. Hoarsely he exclaimed:
+
+"My, but you do look sweet to-night!"
+
+He attempted to lay a hand on her arm and seemed about to bend over
+and kiss her, but she quickly evaded him. In a vexed tone, she
+exclaimed in a low voice:
+
+"Please, Robert, behave yourself. Don't you see that there are others
+present?"
+
+Thus unceremoniously repulsed, Stafford appealed to his sister-in-law,
+who had retreated to a corner on the other side of the room. In a
+maudlin, jocular way he asked:
+
+"You wouldn't mind, would you? You wouldn't mind if a husband kissed
+his own wife."
+
+"No, of course not," she smiled, at a loss what answer to make. She
+was anxious to defend her sister, but at the same time unwilling to
+displease her husband's employer.
+
+The millionaire smiled, and leaving his wife, sauntered over to where
+Fanny was sitting.
+
+"How's the kid?" he inquired affably.
+
+"Very well, thank you."
+
+Stafford shook his head. Dubiously he said:
+
+"When I saw her this morning I thought she looked a little pale. It
+isn't good for kids to look pale. It shows that they don't get enough
+fresh air and sunshine. Do you know what I'm going to do?"
+
+"No," replied the mother, looking up at her brother-in-law in
+surprise.
+
+"In the morning I'm going to send you one of my cars as a present for
+her."
+
+"Oh, Robert!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
+
+He winked significantly as he went on:
+
+"That's the reason I've just raised Jimmie fifty--to pay for the
+chauffeur and things. So the kid can have plenty of fresh air. See?"
+
+Fanny clasped her hands in delight.
+
+"Oh, you're too good!" she exclaimed gratefully.
+
+"Hush!" he said in an undertone. "It's for the kid! I'm very fond of
+her!" After a pause he added: "Besides, she's named for Virgie!"
+Turning to Jimmie, he asked: "How does the idea strike you?"
+
+"What idea?" demanded the father, who had not been listening.
+
+"I've just made your little daughter--a present of an auto--"
+
+"What make is it?"
+
+The question came so spontaneously and was so characteristic of the
+man that Stafford burst into a roar of merriment. As soon as he had
+regained his composure he said:
+
+"It's a--"
+
+He was about to tell him the make when, realizing the colossal
+impudence of the question, he stopped short and burst into laughter.
+"You're always there, aren't you? Honest, Jimmie, you give me many a
+laugh! Don't change your disposition or I'll never forgive you!"
+
+"I didn't know I was so funny!" said the clerk resentfully, quite at a
+loss to see humor in the situation.
+
+"That's the beauty of the whole business!" laughed his employer.
+
+"An auto--all for ourselves!" exclaimed Fanny, enthusiastically.
+"Isn't that lovely?"
+
+Her husband looked dubious. Doggedly he said:
+
+"I don't know that we ought to accept presents from anybody now, not
+even from--Robert."
+
+The Christian name dropped as gingerly out of his mouth as if it had
+been a hot potato. At last he had summoned up courage enough to do
+what it had long been his ambition to do--call his employer by his
+first name. He felt it would be a victory for him--a triumph over the
+other men at the office to be on such terms of intimacy. Besides it
+was his right. Wasn't he in the family?
+
+Stafford turned quickly. There was a limit of endurance even to this
+clown's impudence.
+
+"What's that?" he demanded curtly.
+
+Not abashed and encouraged by the railroad promoter's previous good
+nature, Jimmie stood his ground and spoke up boldly:
+
+"I said, I wasn't sure that we ought to accept presents even from you,
+Robert."
+
+Quickly Stafford raised his hand. Coldly and distantly he said:
+
+"Just a minute. To my wife I am--Robert. To my wife's sister I
+am--Robert. But to you I am--Mr. Stafford--even when I'm drunk."
+
+Somewhat taken aback at this unexpected rebuff, the young man tried to
+bluff it out. Raising his voice, he protested:
+
+"You call me Jimmie--you don't even call me James!"
+
+"So I do," laughed the millionaire, who never remained in a bad humor
+long. It was beneath him to bandy words with his employee. The fellow
+was impertinent, but what of it? He simply did not know any better.
+
+Fanny, who had been an anxious observer of the little passage at arms,
+spoke up. Turning to her husband, she said quickly:
+
+"That's very different--"
+
+"How?" demanded Jimmie, with an air of offended dignity.
+
+"In every way," replied his wife, making dumb signs to him to desist.
+
+But the clerk was not to be silenced so easily.
+
+"I don't see it," he said doggedly.
+
+The master of half a dozen railroad systems made a low bow to his
+employee. With mock courtesy he said:
+
+"You're right! You're quite right! I have been entirely too familiar
+and I beg your pardon. From now on I shall be most careful to address
+you always as--Mr. Gillie."
+
+Jimmie looked considerably crestfallen.
+
+"You needn't rub it in," he said, shifting uneasily on his feet.
+
+"No idea of such a thing," went on the millionaire in the same tone.
+"Just one gentleman to another--'Mr. Stafford' and 'Mr. Gillie.'
+That's perfectly fair." Turning towards his wife, who had apparently
+paid no attention to the discussion, he said: "Don't you think so,
+Virginia?"
+
+"Yes," she answered shortly, without looking around.
+
+Leaving the others, Stafford walked unsteadily over to where his wife
+was sitting. Bending over her, he exclaimed admiringly:
+
+"My! You do look sweet to-night." Appealing to his clerk, he said:
+"Doesn't she? Doesn't she, Jimmie--James--I mean Mr. Gillie?"
+
+"I think we had better say good-night," said the young man coldly.
+
+"Yes, indeed," chimed in Fanny, rising and making preparations to
+retire for the night.
+
+"Must you really go?" said the millionaire in a regretful tone as if
+they would really confer a favor by disturbing still longer the
+privacy of himself and his wife.
+
+The clerk looked hesitatingly at his employer, as if there was still
+something on his mind that was troubling him. Peevishly he said:
+
+"Yes, it's late. I want to get to bed. It's nearly one o'clock and
+I've got to be at the office by nine It's different with you. You
+haven't got to be there unless you want to. That makes a difference."
+
+"So it does," said the millionaire carelessly. Abruptly, as if he did
+not wish the conversation prolonged, he said: "Well, good night!"
+
+"Good night," rejoined the other in a surly, dissatisfied tone.
+
+Virginia rose and went towards her sister.
+
+"Good night, dear," she said affectionately.
+
+"Good night."
+
+As she was going out Fanny suddenly turned back. Running to her
+brother-in-law, she said:
+
+"Thank you so much for the auto."
+
+"That's all right!" he said with a good natured laugh, as if the
+giving away of automobiles was an incident of every day. "It's for the
+kid. Kiss her good-night for me, will you?"
+
+"Indeed, I will!" exclaimed Fanny gratefully. "Good night."
+
+She followed Virginia out of the room and the two men stood looking at
+each other--Jimmie somewhat intimidated, Stafford with an amused
+expression on his face as if wondering what demand this extraordinary
+employee of his would make upon him next. There was an awkward pause.
+Finally the clerk said:
+
+"If I don't get a good eight hours' sleep my brain don't work right.
+Would you mind if I was late an hour or so in the morning?"
+
+"I wouldn't," replied Stafford dryly. "But McLaughlin might. He's the
+superintendent of your department and I never interfere with the
+superintendent."
+
+"He'd be sure to call me down," snapped Jimmie sourly. "He's got it in
+for me and don't mind showing it. Some time I'll tell him what I think
+about him."
+
+Stafford shook his head. Warningly he said:
+
+"Don't you do it. If you do he might tell you what he really thinks
+about you. So take my advice and don't go out of your class."
+
+"But if I told him that you--"
+
+"Don't!" said the millionaire curtly. "I never interfere with the
+superintendent."
+
+"Then I suppose I'll have to be there," said Jimmie sulkily: "But
+remember this--if I don't get a good eight hours' sleep, my brain
+don't work right. So if I'm not up to my usual standard, don't blame
+me."
+
+He turned on his heel and was leaving the room when he bumped into his
+sister-in-law, who was just coming in.
+
+"Good night, Virginia," he mumbled.
+
+"Good night, Jimmie," she replied cordially.
+
+He went out, closing the door behind him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+
+As the door slammed, leaving her alone with her husband, Virginia felt
+herself grow hot and cold by turns. Desperate, she looked around to
+see if there was anywhere she could go, but there was no escape
+possible. Practically she was a prisoner, at the mercy of a man who,
+his worst instincts aroused by wine, was temporarily another being.
+His naturally generous impulses, his gentlemanly bearing, his kindly
+consideration for the weaker sex, all that was momentarily cast to the
+winds and like the savage beast, unaccustomed to control his
+appetites, he stopped at nothing in a wild, passionate madness to
+gratify his brutal desires.
+
+It was horrible, revolting, yet what could she do? The law gave this
+man certain rights over her. Was not she herself largely to blame? Had
+she not sold herself to a man she did not love without even the excuse
+of necessity to sanction the disgraceful barter of flesh and honor?
+And what made it the more cruel was that gradually love had come into
+her life. Yes, she was sure of it now. In spite of his neglect, his
+indifference, she loved him and it was just because she loved him that
+it broke her heart to see him degrade his manhood.
+
+The distant sounds of the Gillies and the servants retiring died away.
+The lights throughout the big house were extinguished one by one. A
+heavy silence fell over everything. Growing more nervous each instant,
+Virginia watched her husband furtively. If only he, too, would say
+good-night and go to his room! At present he seemed to be in no hurry
+to depart, and yet he did not appear to be thinking about her, being
+still highly amused by what Jimmie had said. Suddenly bursting into
+laughter, he exclaimed:
+
+"His brain! Ha! ha! Good night! Jimmie's brain! Ah, that's rich!"
+
+Virginia went back to her dressing table, where she pretended to be
+busily occupied combing her hair. He followed her, still laughing.
+When his merriment had somewhat subsided, he hiccoughed:
+
+"That boy's more fun to me! I wouldn't lose his company for anything
+in the world! From the very first day he came to work for me he's been
+full of suggestions. They've all been good. One of them--one of them
+made me laugh for a week. I even laugh now whenever I think of it--"
+
+He leaned awkwardly over her chair and Virginia instinctively
+recoiled. His flushed face and tainted breath frightened and disgusted
+her. Each instant she feared that he would take her in his arms. To
+avoid him, she rose from the dressing table and crossing the room, sat
+down on the sofa. He followed her, still laughing.
+
+"You'll enjoy it too--so listen!" he said. Raising his voice and in a
+tone of command he went on: "Listen now, because you'll enjoy it. He
+wanted me--"
+
+He halted again, unable to continue for laughing, as he thought of
+some of his employee's crazy notions. Then, proceeding, he said:
+
+"You'll enjoy it. Such a joke! The man's as mad as a March hare. He
+wanted me--to put up a factory--"
+
+He tried to complete the sentence; but the absurdity of the
+proposition was too much for him. He laughed till his face ached,
+while Virginia sat silent, watching him sideways. When he had calmed
+down, he said:
+
+"It's the funniest thing I ever heard! You'll enjoy it too! He wanted
+me to put up a factory--to make infants' food out of prickly pears--"
+Once more he was unable to proceed for laughter. "Infants' food!
+Prickly pears! Isn't that immense? Isn't that the funniest idea
+that--"
+
+Noticing that Virginia did not join in his merriment, he stopped and
+asked:
+
+"Don't you think it's funny?"
+
+"Yes, dear. It probably is," she answered evasively.
+
+"There's no 'probably' about it--it certainly is," he insisted. "I
+don't think you got it, so I'll tell it again. He wanted me to put up
+a factory--"
+
+"I understood," she interrupted coldly.
+
+He looked at her closely, as if unable to understand her cold
+indifference.
+
+"Well--don't you think it's funny?"
+
+Wearily she answered:
+
+"Yes, dear, it is."
+
+"You don't seem to enjoy it," he grumbled.
+
+She made no reply for a moment, at a loss what to say, anxious to
+avoid saying anything that would furnish him with an excuse for a
+scene. Her only hope was in keeping him in good humor and persuading
+him to retire. It would be terrible if she had to endure the same
+horrible experience with him as on former occasions when he came home
+in this condition. Rising, she said quietly:
+
+"I'm very tired, so I think I'll say good-night, dear."
+
+She went towards her bedroom door, but before she could reach it, he
+had intercepted her. There was a determined, not to be denied look in
+his face as he exclaimed:
+
+"Not just yet! Not just yet!"
+
+Trembling in every limb, but endeavoring to remain calm, she looked up
+at him pleadingly:
+
+"Please let me go," she said coaxingly. "Be a nice, good husband and
+say good-night--won't you, dear, please?"
+
+He put his arm around her waist. Hoarsely, amorously, he whispered:
+
+"Stay with me a little--I want you here."
+
+"No, dear--please, dear!" she pleaded, quickly disentangling herself
+from his grasp. "You'll make me so happy if you will! Besides, it's
+quite late, remember, and I'm tired--I really am--"
+
+He stood off a little way, looking more closely at her as if doubtful
+that she was speaking the truth.
+
+"Tired, are you?" he frowned.
+
+"Yes, dear," she pleaded anxiously.
+
+He laughed--a strange, horrid, artificial laugh which made her
+shudder. She had heard that laugh before and it omened nothing good.
+Quickly he said:
+
+"I know the best thing in the world to cure that tired
+feeling--champagne. We'll have some--what do you say?"
+
+He leaned towards her, trying to fondle her, but she avoided him and,
+falling back, stood looking at him. Her face was pale. Outwardly she
+was composed, but her heart was beating fast. There must be some
+explanation, after all. It might as well be now as later. Looking him
+straight in the face with an expression of contempt and disdain in her
+eyes that made him wince, she said coldly:
+
+"So you've had some sent to your room--again?"
+
+He nodded in half defiant, half ashamed fashion and Virginia, her tone
+changing, pleaded with him earnestly:
+
+"Don't touch it now, Robert. Please! Please!"
+
+"Why not?" he demanded defiantly.
+
+"You've had enough already."
+
+"Oh, nonsense!" he exclaimed, "I'm all right. I can take twice as much
+as I've had and not even feel it." Going towards the door he added:
+"I'll tell Oku to bring it in here--"
+
+She ran quickly to intercept him. That was just what she dreaded. If
+he touched another drop he would be beyond control. It must be
+prevented at any cost.
+
+"No, Robert! No!" she pleaded.
+
+Stafford stopped and stared at her in amazement.
+
+"What's the matter?" he demanded.
+
+"Don't take any more," she said, laying a hand coaxingly on his arm.
+"Please, dear! It isn't good for you."
+
+"Good for me!" he laughed. "Don't you worry about that. I know what's
+good for me!" Determinedly he added: "I want that wine and I'm going
+to have it."
+
+"Then say good-night," she replied with what self-possession she could
+command, "and take it in your own room."
+
+He looked at her stupidly.
+
+"Drink alone?" he hiccoughed. "And you right here? Well, I guess
+not--"
+
+He was standing at the door and as he spoke his hand happened to touch
+the key. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. She might try to get away.
+If he had the key, he would command the situation. Unobserved by his
+wife, he noiselessly withdrew the key from the lock and slipped it in
+his pocket. Carelessly he went on:
+
+"Where'd be the fun of that? No, we'll have it in here and we'll have
+a little party--just you and me! A little party! Eh?"
+
+He went towards her, arms outstretched, his eyes ardent. As he
+advanced she retreated to the farther side of the room.
+
+"Please don't!" she exclaimed, opening her eyes wide in terror.
+
+He halted.
+
+"Why not?" he demanded.
+
+Hesitatingly and in a low tone she answered:
+
+"I remember--the last time."
+
+"When was that?"
+
+"About a week ago!"
+
+"Well," he demanded in a surly tone, "what about it?"
+
+"Don't you remember?"
+
+"No," he answered sullenly.
+
+She turned away in mute despair. Utterly discouraged, completely in
+his power, she was at a loss what to do or say. There was little use
+in appealing to the better nature of a man, in his present condition.
+She thought of flight, but it was impossible. He barred the way.
+Meanwhile he watched her, as a beast of prey watches its hapless
+victim. His ardent eyes feasted on her white neck, gloated on the
+lines of her body, revealed by the thin gown. He was too intent on his
+lustful purpose to be really conscious of the pain he was inflicting.
+He mistook her resistance for coquettishness. Approaching her, he bent
+over and whispered persuasively in her ear:
+
+"What's the good of thinking about that, anyway? There's no time like
+the present, so I'll have Oku bring it in and I'll drink to your
+pretty eyes. My, but you look sweet to-night! I'll ring for Oku."
+
+He started towards the door and had almost reached it when he heard a
+movement and rustle of skirts behind him. Turning quickly, he saw
+Virginia standing at the entrance to her own bedroom, as if hesitating
+as to whether to go into it or not. Her first impulse had been to take
+refuge in there and bolt herself in. But it seemed so cowardly, so
+undignified. So she stopped on the threshold and just looked at him in
+silence, and for a few moments neither spoke. At last he said:
+
+"You won't run away?"
+
+Slowly, deliberately, he advanced towards her. Virginia, cowed,
+intimidated, stood still as if glued to the spot. Impatiently he
+exclaimed:
+
+"It wouldn't be a pretty thing for you to run away from your husband!
+So you won't do it, will you?"
+
+She made no answer, and he repeated more loudly:
+
+"Will you?"
+
+She looked up at him bravely. Her face was white, but determined.
+Almost defiantly, she replied:
+
+"No. I won't run away."
+
+"That's the way to talk," he cried and going to the door leading to
+the outside hall, he opened it and called out:
+
+"Oku, open the wine and bring it in here--two glasses."
+
+Returning, he sat down, waiting for the butler to bring the champagne.
+His face was more flushed than ever. Instead of having a sobering
+effect, his wife's resistance seemed only to inflame him more. But
+just now his thoughts were not so much on her as on her
+brother-in-law.
+
+"Oku's--a good boy," he hiccoughed. "A very--good boy. But he isn't
+half as funny as Jimmie. It's worth twice Jimmie's salary just to have
+him around to make me laugh. How he does make me laugh! He doesn't
+know that I'm laughing at him, but I know it. That's what makes it so
+funny--"
+
+He was interrupted by the appearance of Oku with wine and glasses,
+which the butler placed on the table.
+
+"Shall I serve?" asked the servant.
+
+"Yes, fill 'em up," replied his master.
+
+After he had drawn the cork and filled the glasses with the hissing,
+golden beverage, Stafford stammered thickly:
+
+"That's--all for you--to-night."
+
+"I must not wait?" inquired Oku.
+
+"No! I'll ring--when I want you in the morning."
+
+"Yes! Excuse, please. Excuse!"
+
+The butler bowed himself out of the room and the millionaire, turning
+to his wife, pushed one of the glasses over to her. Then, raising his
+own glass to his lips, he gave her a toast:
+
+"Here's to you, sweetheart!"
+
+He drained the contents and put the glass down. As he did so he
+noticed that her glass was untouched.
+
+"You didn't drink!" he exclaimed in a surprised, aggrieved tone.
+
+"No," she replied firmly.
+
+"Aren't you going to?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Oh, go on--just a glass," he said coaxingly.
+
+"No," she said again coldly.
+
+"Why not?" he demanded, slightly raising his voice.
+
+"Because I don't wish to," she answered with dignity.
+
+"Is that so?" he said mockingly. Filling another glass and drinking,
+he added: "Suppose I wanted you to? Would you take it then?"
+
+She shook her head.
+
+"No, dear--"
+
+"Would you?" he persisted.
+
+"No."
+
+"You wouldn't?"
+
+"No, I wouldn't!" she said positively. "I don't like it--I don't want
+it, and even you couldn't make me take it."
+
+She rose abruptly and turned her back so that he might not see the
+tears in her eyes--tears of mortification and mental anguish. His face
+more congested than ever, his step uncertain, Stafford stumbled after
+her:
+
+"I couldn't, eh?" he sneered. "Perhaps you'd like to see me try."
+
+She turned around, almost hysterical. Pleadingly she cried:
+
+"Please don't speak to me like that, dear! It hurts me dreadfully. If
+I didn't know that it isn't yourself who is talking--"
+
+"Not myself? Then, who is it?"
+
+"It's the man who takes your place when--you are drunk!"
+
+Leaning against a table to steady himself, he stared at her stupidly.
+
+"Well, what about this man?" he sneered. "You don't like him, do you?"
+
+"No," she replied quickly and frankly, "I do not."
+
+"Well, what are you going to do about it?"
+
+She turned to go. Pleadingly she cried:
+
+"Please let me go, dear! I'm very unhappy. Good night!"
+
+She started to go towards her room, but he held up his hand and in a
+tone of command, cried:
+
+"Wait!"
+
+Virginia paid no heed, and a second time in a louder voice he cried:
+
+"Wait!"
+
+She stopped involuntarily and after a pause he said:
+
+"Don't you like to talk to me? Don't you?"
+
+"Of course I do," she stammered.
+
+"Then come and sit down and do it."
+
+"I'm tired, dear," she pleaded.
+
+But he was pitiless.
+
+"Come and sit down here," he insisted, pointing to a chair near the
+table. "There!" he exclaimed.
+
+"But, Robert--" she protested.
+
+He refused to listen.
+
+"There!" he commanded.
+
+Virginia reluctantly retraced her steps and though trembling with
+mingled indignation and fear, obediently sat down on the chair he
+indicated. Stafford, as if suddenly seized by an insatiable thirst for
+champagne, refilled his glass a second time and swallowed the
+contents. Then taking a seat opposite her, he leaned his head on his
+two elbows and stared at her. For several moments he said nothing but
+just stared in a way that made her turn red and white in turn.
+Suddenly he blurted out:
+
+"You looked great with the whole business on, but this fluffy thing--"
+
+He leaned across the table and placing his hand on her bare shoulder,
+drew his fingers voluptuously down the arm. Virginia started back,
+feeling repulsion and disgust even at his touch.
+
+"Oh! What's the matter?" he exclaimed sarcastically. "Is there
+anything wrong in a man telling his wife she's pretty? Is there?"
+
+She remained silent and, frowning, he repeated his question:
+
+"Is there?"
+
+"No," she said quickly.
+
+"Then why do you want to quarrel with me?"
+
+"I don't want to quarrel with you."
+
+"Then we're friends, are we?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+Holding out an unsteady hand, he said:
+
+"Then shake hands on it."
+
+She made no response and he said again more commandingly:
+
+"Come on now--shake hands on it."
+
+Still she made no move.
+
+"If you don't want to quarrel," he said warningly, "shake hands on
+it."
+
+Hesitatingly she put out her hand, which he immediately grasped.
+
+"Good!" he exclaimed, rising. "And now let's kiss and make up!"
+
+Virginia started up at the same time, and again turned to go to her
+own room. But he still had hold of her hand and she could not withdraw
+it. Tired out by the unequal struggle, nervous and almost in tears,
+she tried in vain to release herself:
+
+"I tell you I want to go," she cried impatiently.
+
+But he merely laughed at her puny efforts. Soothingly he exclaimed:
+
+"Let's kiss and make up! Come on now, kiss me, and that'll show we're
+friends."
+
+"I can't," she said, keeping her face averted.
+
+"Can't--why?"
+
+"For one thing," she retorted angrily, "the odor of stale wine and
+whiskey isn't pleasant."
+
+"Is there any other reason?" he demanded.
+
+"There is--and a very important one. I don't want to kiss you."
+
+"That means you don't love me. Is that it?"
+
+For a moment she made no answer, but looked him full in the face, her
+eyes blazing with scorn and anger. Then she spoke and raising her
+voice until it rang with all the anger and bitterness there was pent
+up in her heart she cried:
+
+"I love the man I married--love him with all my heart and soul and he
+loves me! But you are not the man I married; you are another man. You
+are a stranger, a man inflamed with liquor, a man who comes and talks
+to me of love when it isn't love at all, a man whose every
+protestation of love is an insult. That's the man you are and I hate
+him--I hate him--!"
+
+Staggered by her vehemence, intimidated for a moment by her angry
+outburst, Stafford let go her hand. Quick to profit by it, Virginia
+turned, but before she could make a step, he had caught her again by
+the arm.
+
+"So you hate me, do you?" he exclaimed.
+
+"Yes, I do!" she cried. "And now will you let me go?"
+
+"No, I won't," he replied determinedly. "Even though you do hate me,
+you're still my wife--you belong to me--"
+
+She stared at him in amazement.
+
+"Robert! What do you mean?" she cried.
+
+Shrugging his shoulders contemptuously, he exclaimed:
+
+"Who were you till I married you--nobody! What were you? A telephone
+girl getting ten dollars a week. And now who are you? You're Mrs.
+Robert Stafford! And what are you? You're the wife of one of the
+richest men in the country. And how did he get you for his wife? He
+bought you and he paid for you."
+
+"You didn't!" she almost screamed, her face white with anger, her
+whole being trembling with nervous excitement.
+
+"Oh, yes, I did," he went on coldly. "Did you love me when you married
+me? No. Would you have married me if I'd been poor? No! I bought you
+and I paid for you and anything I've bought and paid for belongs to
+me. And now will you kiss me?"
+
+"No," she cried in desperation, her head thrown back, her hands
+clenched. "I will not!"
+
+He advanced threateningly.
+
+"Then if you won't, I'll--"
+
+He stopped abruptly and his manner changed. Shrugging his shoulders,
+he exclaimed:
+
+"Oh, what's the use of quarreling? I don't want to be mean to you. I
+want to be nice to you."
+
+Tears were in her eyes, her lips were trembling. Pathetically she
+asked:
+
+"Then why do you insult me? Why do you wish to degrade me?"
+
+"Degrade you?" he echoed, as if surprised. "Why--you're my wife--"
+
+"Does that make the degradation any the less?" she demanded. "When I
+married you did I become your property? Do you own me? Have I
+surrendered all rights in myself? When you placed a wedding ring on my
+finger did it mean that I forfeited my free will? If so--then marriage
+is horrible."
+
+He shrugged his shoulders. Carelessly he said:
+
+"The law says that a husband--"
+
+"The law! The law!" she echoed disdainfully. "Always remember
+this--the minute a husband even mentions his legal rights it shows
+that he has lost his moral rights and the moral rights are the ones
+that count." Changing her tone to one of pleading, she went on: "Let
+me go, dear! Please let me go!"
+
+He smiled significantly at her.
+
+"You just be a nice, good little wife, and in the morning you can go
+down to Tiffany's and buy anything you like, anything--"
+
+"Ha! ha!" she cried desperately, hopelessly, "no wonder you talk of
+buying me! If I did that where would I be any better than a woman of
+the streets?"
+
+Without stopping to hear his answer she turned quickly and again made
+an effort to reach her room.
+
+"Good night!" she cried.
+
+But once more he intercepted her.
+
+"You're not going to leave me," he said warningly.
+
+"I am, I tell you! I am!" she cried defiantly.
+
+"Oh, no, you're not," he said determinedly, and approaching as if
+about to lay hands on her.
+
+"Don't touch me!" she cried, recoiling as he advanced.
+
+"At least not till you have given me a kiss--just one. Then you can
+go."
+
+"You promise that?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Just one?"
+
+"Just one," he said.
+
+Thinking to get rid of him the sooner, she put up her face and kissed
+him on the cheek.
+
+"Not that kind," he protested, "a real one."
+
+She shook her head. Wearily she said:
+
+"I can't! I can't!"
+
+"All right then!" he exclaimed with a laugh.
+
+Without further argument he seized hold of her and drew her close to
+him in spite of her struggles to free herself.
+
+"Let me go! Let me go, I say! Let me go!" she screamed.
+
+He paid no heed to her cries, but drawing her closer until her face
+touched his, he stooped suddenly and kissed her full on the mouth.
+Then he released her.
+
+"Oh, my God!" she cried.
+
+Directly she felt herself free, she rushed to her room. He tried to
+stop her, but this time she was too quick. She reached the room before
+him and bolted the door in his face. Balked of his prey, he stood for
+a moment looking at the closed door in sullen silence. Then, as if
+seized by a sudden uncontrollable frenzy, he seized the poker in the
+fireplace and rushing to the door, smashed in the panel. Putting his
+arm through the jagged rent, he coolly withdrew the bolt and entered.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+
+
+Daylight filtered slowly through the closed blinds of the palatial
+Stafford home. Through the dark nocturnal hours its inmates--master,
+guests and servants, had slumbered peacefully, all but one and to her
+sleep refused to come. Hysterical, mentally overwrought, physically
+exhausted from continual weeping, Virginia had tossed feverishly on
+her pillow until at last dawn had mercifully come to dispel the
+terrors of the long night.
+
+As she lay there in the darkness, she had tried to see some way out of
+her misery. The truth was out at last. He had admitted it openly, had
+even boasted of it. He had bought her and paid for her. He considered
+her not as a wife, a companion to respect and love, but as a creature
+whom he had purchased and who must do his bidding at his command. What
+ignominy! There was only one thing a self-respecting woman could do in
+such circumstances. She must boldly assert her independence and leave
+him, no matter at what sacrifice of her comfort and happiness. It
+would be better to undergo any privation rather than endure such
+suffering, such degradation as this.
+
+She could earn her own living. Perhaps she could get back the same
+position at the hotel, and if Fanny and Jim would have her, she could
+go and live with them. It would mean the sacrifice of many luxuries
+and much pride, but at least she would be able to lift up her head and
+look all decent people squarely in the face again. She would give him
+back all his jewels--every one. Much as she loved them, she would
+return them all--the diamond sunburst, the pearl necklace, the ruby
+cross--everything. They were the things he had bought her with. Hadn't
+he said so? Maybe it was true that she had married him only for his
+money. Well, if it was true, this was her punishment, the cross she
+must carry for her wickedness, and it was also why she must leave him.
+She would never give him another opportunity to accuse her of having
+bartered away her self-respect.
+
+What should she say to him at breakfast? No doubt he would be very
+penitent and full of apologies. No matter what he might say, her mind
+was made up. She would listen in silence, and, breakfast over, begin
+to make her preparations for departure. Fanny, of course, must be told
+everything, but not yet. There was plenty of time to tell her. The
+rupture would interfere, no doubt, with Jimmie's prospects, but it
+could not be helped. She could not be expected to go on suffering for
+their sake. They must all try and get along without the assistance of
+the rich Mr. Stafford. He would respect them the more if they did.
+
+Everything occurred just as she had foreseen. Stafford woke with a
+terrific headache and thoroughly ashamed of himself. He had no
+distinct remembrance of the happenings of the evening before, but that
+he was drunk and had made a fool of himself he was pretty well sure.
+If he had not been, Virginia's cold demeanor would have soon
+enlightened him. At the breakfast table he mumbled an apology and
+tried to awaken some sympathy for his headache. But his wife paid no
+attention and beyond the merest commonplaces, made no attempt at
+conversation whatever and the meal ended as it began, in icy silence.
+
+After breakfast she went to her room and, ringing for Josephine,
+ordered her to get out her blue cloth walking suit. The maid opened
+wide her eyes in surprise. Her mistress did not usually go walking so
+early.
+
+"Madame va se promener de si bonne heure?"
+
+"Don't ask questions, Josephine," replied her mistress sharply. "Do as
+I tell you. I'm going out of town. Pack my two trunks at once."
+
+"Oui, Madame."
+
+While the girl hurried to carry out her instructions, Virginia went to
+her safe, opened it, and, taking out the jewel cases one by one,
+carried them into the library, where she piled them high on the table.
+Soon there was quite a large heap of dainty boxes of every shape and
+color, each bearing the trademark of a fashionable jeweller. For a
+full hour the young wife worked steadily, packing and dressing, until
+at last nothing more remained to be done.
+
+"Is that everything?" she asked Josephine, pointing to the boxes of
+jewelry on the table.
+
+"Oui, Madame! All except those in the safe deposit vault, Madame."
+
+"Oh, yes--I'll give you an order. You will go for them," said her
+mistress, going to a desk.
+
+"Oui, Madame."
+
+Virginia was just writing the order on the Safe Deposit Company when
+there came a knock on the boudoir door. The maid went to answer.
+
+"Shall I open, Madame?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+The girl opened the door and Fanny entered, fresh and buoyant after a
+good night's sleep.
+
+"Good morning!" exclaimed the newcomer cheerfully.
+
+"Good morning, dear," replied Virginia quietly as she finished the
+note and put it in an envelope. Handing it to Josephine, she said
+quietly: "Give that to John."
+
+"Oui, Madame."
+
+The girl took the note and left the room. Fanny looked inquiringly at
+her sister. There was something in her manner which she did not like.
+At last she said hesitatingly:
+
+"I'm so sorry about last night, dear."
+
+"Don't, please!" said Virginia, quickly raising her hand.
+
+"Have you seen him this morning?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then you don't know how he is?"
+
+"Oh, yes, I do."
+
+"How do you know?"
+
+"Previous experience," said Virginia bitterly.
+
+Fanny took both her sister's hands in hers and gently drew her to her
+breast as a mother, full of gentle pity, would caress and console an
+unhappy child. For a moment Virginia tried to keep back the flood of
+tears that were choking her utterance, but the effort was too great
+and suddenly, with a stifled moan of distress, she broke into a
+torrent of passionate weeping.
+
+Her sister made no attempt to quiet her. She felt it would be useless.
+All she did was to stroke her beautiful hair and murmur:
+
+"Don't cry, dear, everything will be all right."
+
+[Illustration: "I'M SO UNHAPPY, DEAR," CRIED VIRGINIA. PAGE 241]
+
+In broken sentences, interrupted every now and then by renewed
+weeping, Virginia cried:
+
+"I'm so unhappy--dear--so unhappy--you will never know. This thing is
+not of yesterday--I've endured it so long--until I could stand it no
+longer. He despises me--he said he did. He bought me--and paid for me.
+How can he have anything but contempt for me?"
+
+"What did he do or say?" demanded Fanny, at a loss what to advise.
+"What does he say this morning? Have you spoken to him?"
+
+Virginia, more calm, shook her head.
+
+"No--I've scarcely exchanged a word with him. He can't definitely
+recall what he said or did, but he is thoroughly repentant and
+ashamed."
+
+"That's something anyway," said Fanny encouragingly.
+
+Virginia shook her head. Doubtfully she asked:
+
+"Is it--when it gives no guarantee for the future?"
+
+Fanny was silent. There are some crises in a woman's life when even a
+sister cannot advise, when a woman must decide for herself. Slowly she
+said: "But after all's said and done, dear--he is your husband and
+that makes everything right, doesn't it?"
+
+"No," retorted Virginia bitterly, "it merely makes it legal."
+
+"Legal?"
+
+"Yes, lecherous old men of eighty marry girls in their teens--but does
+that make their relations right? Avaricious young men in their
+twenties marry women in their fifties. Does marriage make their
+relations right? In some States white women can marry black men--marry
+them just as properly as you and I are married--but does marriage make
+their relations right? No, marriage merely makes them legal."
+
+"Do you mean to tell me that if a woman has a marriage certificate--"
+
+"Precisely. She has documentary evidence that she is lawfully entitled
+to live with a man--that's all. A marriage certificate has nothing to
+do with the morality of marriage! Nothing!"
+
+"Then what has?"
+
+"Love--and self-respect," said Virginia. "The legal thing isn't always
+the right thing, and if I am ever forced to choose between what is
+legal and what is right I shall choose what is right."
+
+"Are you going to do--anything?"
+
+"What can I do?"
+
+"I don't know," stammered Fanny. She was rather afraid of her
+impulsive little sister. She might do something rash--something that
+would hurt them all. Anxiously she said:
+
+"And yet I feel that you are going to do something. Aren't you?"
+
+Virginia made no reply and she repeated:
+
+"Tell me--whatever it is--promise that you won't do anything rash."
+
+"I can promise that freely enough," replied Virginia with a sad smile.
+
+"I'm so glad!" exclaimed Fanny with a gesture of relief and starting
+forward to embrace her sister.
+
+Virginia raised her hand. Quickly she said:
+
+"And you--you too, must promise me something."
+
+"What?"
+
+"Promise me whatever happens, that you will never tell Jimmie
+about--Robert--and me."
+
+"Very well."
+
+"If you do, I shall never forgive you! Never!"
+
+"I won't."
+
+"Whatever happens--remember!"
+
+"Then something is going to happen?" demanded Fanny.
+
+"That depends," said Virginia evasively.
+
+"Oh, I'm so worried!" exclaimed Fanny. "I couldn't sleep last night
+for thinking about you. I was so nervous that I kept James awake too.
+I'm glad you're not going to do anything rash."
+
+Before Virginia could reply there came a loud knock at the door.
+
+"Come in!" cried Virginia.
+
+The door opened and Jimmie entered, cheerful and debonair as usual.
+
+"Morning, Virgie!" he chuckled.
+
+"Good morning," she replied gravely.
+
+"Just dropped in to say good-bye before I hike along."
+
+"I'm glad you did," she smiled amiably.
+
+"We've had a bully little visit." Turning to his wife, he said:
+"Haven't we, Fanny?"
+
+"Yes, indeed," she smiled.
+
+"Great finish too," he chuckled, "what with my raise and the car."
+
+"Yes, isn't that fine?" chimed in his wife.
+
+"I hope it's a late model," he went on, scratching his head. "I hate
+those old-fashioned things!"
+
+"I'll be satisfied with any kind of a car," laughed Fanny.
+
+"So will I--in a way," he said. "But I hate folks to think I'm not up
+to date." Turning to Virginia he added: "If Robert's ready we can go
+down together. Is he?"
+
+Shaking her head, she said quietly:
+
+"I don't think so."
+
+He laughed loudly.
+
+"I didn't expect he would be after last night's illumination! He was
+'full' all right--circuited from tower to basement! On the level, he
+was so lit up that if every light on his machine had gone out the cops
+couldn't have said a word!"
+
+"James! Keep still!" whispered his wife, giving her sister a
+significant glance.
+
+"Why?" he exclaimed surprised. "Is there anything criminal in a man
+getting tanked up once in a while?"
+
+Fanny colored with vexation. Angrily she said: "Take my advice--don't
+you ever try it!"
+
+"And if I should," he demanded defiantly, "what can you do about it?"
+
+"The husband's unanswerable question," smiled Virginia sadly, "what
+can you do about it?"
+
+"Sure! What can you?" he repeated.
+
+"I'll tell you what I'd do," cried Fanny, warming up. "I'd leave you
+at once."
+
+Virginia started and looked thoughtfully at her sister, as if her
+words but echoed a determination that was in her own heart.
+
+"Yes, you would!" he sneered.
+
+"Yes, I would," she cried hotly. "I wouldn't stand for any drunken
+husband. I'd leave him so quick that--that--"
+
+She stopped abruptly, realizing what her words meant to one very dear
+to her. Virginia said nothing, but rising, walked to the other side of
+the room.
+
+"That what?" demanded Jimmie.
+
+"Nothing!" replied his wife crossly.
+
+"You needn't worry, anyway," he continued, "I just can't stand the
+stuff. Give me three drinks and next morning my head's full of Roman
+candles. Huh! Not for mine, thank you!"
+
+"I'm glad of it," said Fanny, with a sigh of relief.
+
+Jimmie chuckled. With a side glance at his sister-in-law he exclaimed
+in an undertone: "Gee! But I'd like to be here when he comes in. I
+wonder what he'll say."
+
+"He won't remember anything about it."
+
+"Oh, that's the kind, is it--one of those convenient, witness stand,
+I-have-no-recollection things, eh! Well, you take it from me, that's
+the best kind to have. You can agree to any old thing and not remember
+it, you can make all kinds of promises and then forget 'em. You
+can--Say!"
+
+The young man suddenly gasped and turned pale. Fanny, alarmed, started
+forward, thinking he was ill.
+
+"What's the matter?" she exclaimed, anxiously.
+
+"Good Lord!" he cried, "suppose he should forget about my raise!"
+
+Reassured, his wife laughed nervously. Crossly she said:
+
+"How you frightened me!" Quickly she said: "Oh, Robert won't forget
+about that."
+
+A determined, defiant expression came into her husband's face as he
+went on:
+
+"You can just bet he won't while I have the power of speech. He won't
+come that 'I--can't--recall' gag on me."
+
+"Of course not," said Fanny soothingly.
+
+Anxiously he continued:
+
+"I've calculated exactly what I'd do with that extra fifty. I reckoned
+that after we'd paid the chauffeur and for the gasoline and things
+we'd have about twenty left, so I figured we'd be able to leave a
+Hundred and Fortieth Street and move down town to a Hundred and
+Twenty-fifth. Then I'd pictured old McLoughlin's face when he'd heard
+I'd got another raise and what he'd look like every morning when I
+drove to the office in my own car. And I'd picked out the places we'd
+go to for the next four Sundays--yes, and a lot of other things too."
+
+"How did you find the time?"
+
+"I had plenty of time last night, after we went to bed and you kept me
+awake by doing your grand combined kicking and contortion act. You
+take it from me--every time you get one of your restless fits, you
+smash all world's records for landing sudden and violent kicks in
+unexpected places."
+
+Fanny laughed good-humoredly.
+
+"Can I help it if I'm a little nervous once in a while?" she said.
+
+"Of course not, and I don't blame you for it, but that doesn't give me
+back my sleep, does it?" Taking out his watch he added: "I've got to
+skin. I'll be a bit late as it is and McLoughlin's sure to be there
+waiting for me with a few pleasant words."
+
+He stooped to kiss his wife.
+
+"Good-bye, dear!" he said. "Get home early so as to be sure the
+dinner's all right, won't you?"
+
+"Yes, dear."
+
+Hurriedly he went on:
+
+"If it's O.K. about the car, have Virgie's chauffeur drive you home
+and leave it in front of the building where the neighbors can get a
+peek at it. I'll arrange about the garage when I get back."
+
+"Very well."
+
+Waving his hand, he made his way toward the door:
+
+"Then good-bye. If we don't get that machine now after it being
+promised to us, after all the figuring I've done on it, it'll be hell,
+that's what it'll be--just hell!"
+
+He disappeared and Fanny rose from her seat to go in search of her
+sister. She looked for her in the adjoining room but she was not
+there. Wondering where she could be, she went out into the hall and
+called:
+
+"Virgie--Virgie!"
+
+Virginia entered from the bedroom where she had been busy packing some
+things. Running up to her, Fanny said quickly:
+
+"You know I didn't mean what I said about leaving him."
+
+Virginia looked steadily at her without answering. There was a
+moment's pause during which each sister looked at the other, as if
+trying to read her most secret thoughts. Finally, the younger one
+said:
+
+"You didn't really?"
+
+"No--honest, I didn't. I don't think I could leave him, no matter what
+he did. I love him! And you love Robert, don't you?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Well, a woman couldn't deliberately leave the man she loves, could
+she?"
+
+Virginia made no reply and, anxiously, Fanny demanded again.
+
+"Could she?"
+
+Virginia nodded. Slowly she said:
+
+"I think a woman might--and be justified in it."
+
+"Even if she loved him?"
+
+"No matter how much she loved him."
+
+Fanny was about to protest when there came a knock at the door, and
+Josephine entered, laden with jewel boxes of all sorts and sizes.
+
+"These are all but the ruby cross, Madame. That is at the jeweller's.
+John showed me the receipt for it."
+
+"Yes, I remember," said Virginia hurriedly.
+
+The girl placed the boxes on the table near the other jewels.
+
+"Aren't they beautiful!" exclaimed Fanny enthusiastically. Quickly she
+asked: "Which is your favorite?"
+
+"The pearls," replied Virginia quietly.
+
+Going to the table, the elder sister opened some of the boxes and took
+the jewels in her hand admiringly.
+
+"They must have cost a fortune!" she went on ecstatically. "This is
+the first time I've seen them together. They're simply great!"
+
+Josephine turned to address her mistress.
+
+"Will Madame go out this morning?"
+
+Virginia nodded.
+
+"Probably."
+
+"What furs will Madame wear?"
+
+"None. Bring my cloth coat and the hat that goes with it."
+
+"Oui, Madame."
+
+Fanny was still standing spellbound before the table, feasting her
+eyes on the valuable collection of costly gems.
+
+"If these were mine," she went on enthusiastically, "I'd have them out
+and count 'em up every day. They'd have no chance to get away from me!
+My, but they're stunning! Robert's very good to you, isn't he?"
+
+"Very," replied her sister dryly.
+
+Picking up a diamond solitaire ring and examining it, Fanny asked:
+
+"This was his first present, wasn't it?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Do you remember how scared we both were that somebody might break
+into the room and steal it and how we used to hide it under the
+mattress every night and take it out again when we got up?"
+
+Virginia nodded. With averted face she said:
+
+"Yes--I remember."
+
+"And the morning we were in a hurry and forgot it till we were on the
+car! I can see you now, reaching for the bell and then getting off the
+wrong way. And how you did run! If you had gone in the ladies' race at
+the Shipping Clerks' Annual Picnic and had run as fast as that, you'd
+have won the genuine tortoise-shell side combs sure!"
+
+Virginia smiled in spite of herself. Quietly she replied:
+
+"I suppose I was excited. It was the first piece of real jewelry I had
+ever owned."
+
+"And now see what you've got!"
+
+Virginia remained silent and her sister opened another box. Taking out
+a superb necklace of pearls, she held it up admiringly.
+
+"This was his wedding present! I remember you tried it on at least
+fifty times the first night you had it! I did the same with Jimmie's.
+It was a horse-shoe--that big!--of near-diamonds. I never wear it now,
+but I wouldn't part with it for the world."
+
+Virginia smiled.
+
+"Jimmie's a pretty good husband, isn't he?" she said.
+
+"Yes, indeed. He's stubborn at times--and cranky--and selfish--and
+wants everything his own way, but he's pretty good as husbands go! And
+then--we've got the baby."
+
+At that moment Josephine re-entered with the coat and hat which she
+put down on a chair near the dressing table.
+
+"Anything else, Madame?"
+
+"No, Josephine, you needn't wait."
+
+"Oui, Madame."
+
+When the girl had left the room Fanny said:
+
+"Josie's an awfully nice girl. Where did you get her?"
+
+Before her sister could answer the question the door opened and the
+master of the house entered.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XVII
+
+
+Stafford smiled pleasantly when he saw the two women and only a close
+observer would have noticed that his greeting lacked its customary
+spontaneity and heartiness. He at once made himself particularly
+agreeable to Fanny; but, while he chatted and laughed with his
+sister-in-law, anyone could see that he studiously avoided addressing
+his wife directly or even meeting her eye. To one who knew him well,
+his manner would have seemed unusually nervous and embarrassed.
+
+The truth was that Robert Stafford felt very much of a fool. If he did
+not dare look Virginia in the face this morning it was because he was
+heartily ashamed of himself. He had only a faint recollection of what
+had happened the previous evening, but Virginia's coolness at
+breakfast had told him enough. It hurt his pride to think that he, who
+prided himself on being able to control thousands of workmen, failed
+utterly when it came to a question of controlling himself. That
+Virginia resented his conduct of the night before was very apparent.
+She was deeply offended and no doubt hated him. What would she do?
+Would this little domestic storm blow over as the others had done
+before or would there be a tremendous row, ending in no one knew what?
+The best plan was to appear as unconcerned as possible and leave
+matters to shape themselves. Looking round he asked:
+
+"Has Jimmie gone?"
+
+"Yes!" replied Fanny. Quickly she added: "He was a little bit worried
+though because--"
+
+"Worried--why?" he demanded.
+
+"Oh, nothing!"
+
+The millionaire looked searchingly at his sister-in-law. Imperatively
+he demanded:
+
+"Why was he worried? Tell me--I insist!"
+
+"Well, he was afraid you might forget your promises."
+
+"Promises?"
+
+"Those you made last night."
+
+Stafford stared, as if trying to comprehend.
+
+"Promises! Oh, yes--of course!"
+
+"If you didn't really mean them--" went on Fanny.
+
+"But I did," he interrupted hastily. "Most certainly I did," he
+stammered. He stopped for a moment as if trying to recollect and then
+went on: "I meant everything I said--but I don't quite remember what
+it was."
+
+Virginia shrugged her shoulders. Caustically she said:
+
+"Part of it was a car which you promised to send to-day as a present
+for my little niece."
+
+Stafford's face brightened. If liberality could make amends for the
+night before he was willing to do anything.
+
+"Of course!" he exclaimed quickly. "She's been looking rather pale and
+I wanted her to get out in the open more. Fine! I'll arrange about it
+before I leave!"
+
+"And you raised James' salary fifty dollars a week," said Fanny
+timidly.
+
+"Naturally! Naturally!" he exclaimed, "to pay for the chauffeur and
+the upkeep. If I increase Jimmie's expenses, it's only fair that I
+should fix his salary so that he can meet them."
+
+His sister-in-law went up to him. Eagerly she said:
+
+"Then you did mean it really? It wasn't only a--a--I mean you didn't
+do it just because you were--you were--well--you did?"
+
+He nodded and with a smile he replied:
+
+"I made up my mind about it early in the week, but I told you a little
+sooner than I expected--that's all."
+
+Fanny's face was radiant with happiness.
+
+"Oh, Robert," she cried, "it's just lovely of you! You don't know how
+much we shall enjoy it."
+
+"Is that all I promised?" he laughed. "I didn't agree to make Jimmie
+superintendent or anything?"
+
+"No, that was all. It was enough, too."
+
+Stafford turned to his wife.
+
+"Dearie?"
+
+"Yes," she answered coldly.
+
+"Do you mind 'phoning for Oku to bring some ice-water?"
+
+"Not at all."
+
+Going to the 'phone on the wall, she took off the receiver and spoke
+into it.
+
+"Hello! Have Oku bring some ice-water."
+
+"I've got a terrible headache," he went on. "The man who drinks too
+much is a fool--" Looking towards Virginia, who stood silently by,
+he added:
+
+"You don't have to say anything--I know you agree with me. And quite
+right too! I'm ashamed of myself."
+
+Fanny discreetly went towards the door.
+
+"I--I think I'll go," she said timidly.
+
+"Don't go," he pleaded. "Please stay awhile and give me your moral
+support." Glancing at his wife, he added ruefully: "I feel that I'm
+going to need it."
+
+Fanny halted and at that moment there was a knock at the door.
+
+"Come in," said Virginia.
+
+Oku entered with a pitcher o£ ice water and glasses. Salaaming low, he
+said:
+
+"Excuse--please, Excuse!"
+
+The butler filled a glass and offered it to Virginia, but she shook
+her head. He then offered it to Fanny, who also declined.
+
+"Not them," smiled Stafford, "me!"
+
+Draining the glass he handed it back.
+
+"Anything else?" asked the man politely.
+
+"No."
+
+"Then excuse, please! Excuse."
+
+The butler apologetically picked up his tray and started to go when
+his master stopped him.
+
+"Here!"
+
+Oku stopped, and his master made a sign to him to put the tray and
+ice-water on the table again.
+
+"You want me leave water?"
+
+"Yes!"
+
+The butler placed the tray on the table.
+
+"Anything else, sir?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then excuse, please! Excuse!"
+
+Oku withdrew and Fanny approached her sister, who was seated at the
+window idly gazing into the street. Stafford rose and joined them.
+
+"Well, dear?" he stammered nervously.
+
+"Now I--I must go!" exclaimed Fanny.
+
+"Please!" pleaded Stafford, motioning her not to desert him.
+
+"But the baby," exclaimed his sister-in-law.
+
+"Oh, come!" he laughed. "Don't desert a comrade in distress."
+
+"But she might need me--really she might. So--excuse me."
+
+She hurried away and for some minutes after she had gone there was
+complete silence. Virginia made no movement and Stafford, afraid to
+begin talking, contented himself by watching her. At last, unable to
+keep up the artificial restraint any longer he said:
+
+"Dearie, before you say a word I want to tell you that I'm sorry for
+the condition I was in when I came home last night. I'm dreadfully
+sorry, and ashamed--"
+
+She did not turn round and for a moment she made no reply. He thought
+she had not heard. Then, coldly, she said:
+
+"Do you know what you said to me?"
+
+He advanced closer and, in the most apologetic manner possible, went
+on:
+
+"Sweetheart, I was drunk last night and I'm sorry. I'm ashamed--and I
+apologize! I've got a dreadful head this morning and I'm as nervous as
+I can be! So don't bother me any more than you have to, will you,
+dearie? Be nice to me this morning. Come on now, dearie, be nice to
+me!"
+
+She rose from her chair and confronted him. Her face was pale and
+determined looking. There was no love in it now, nothing but the
+expression of a woman who had been hurt in her most sensitive
+feelings. Slowly, deliberately, in tones that cut him like a knife,
+she said:
+
+"Last night you said that you had _bought and paid for me_!"
+
+"But I've explained, haven't I?" he protested. "I've said that I'm
+ashamed, and I've apologized. Can I do any more? You don't know how
+nervous I am to-day--nor how I feel! I can't stand these rackets like
+I used to. Be a dear, good, sweet, little girl and don't scold me.
+Please dearie, please!"
+
+"You said that you had _bought_ and _paid_ for me!" she
+repeated icily, with emphasis on the last words.
+
+"But, sweetheart--"
+
+Bitterly she went on:
+
+"It isn't the first time you have said it either. And the dreadful
+thing about it is--that it's true!"
+
+"But it isn't true," he protested.
+
+She half turned away from him, unwilling that he should see the tears
+that had started to her eyes.
+
+"Yes--it is true enough," she said half hysterically. "If you hadn't
+been rich--I should not have married you--because I didn't feel
+towards you--then--as a girl should feel towards the man she is to
+marry."
+
+"Virginia!" he cried, making a stride forward.
+
+She drew back as she replied coldly:
+
+"You know it, and last night you told me of it."
+
+"But last night--"
+
+"And so the fact remains that you did buy me!" Pointing to the boxes
+of jewels heaped high on the table, she went on: "And these are the
+things you bought me with! These are the things you bought me with--I
+give them all back to you!"
+
+"Virginia!" he cried appealingly.
+
+Calmly she went on:
+
+"You bought me, but you didn't buy my self-respect. And no matter what
+happens I am going to keep that."
+
+"It's the last thing in the world that I'd have you lose," he said
+with some show of emotion.
+
+"Then why do you try to rob me of it? Why did you come to me--as you
+did last night--and insult and degrade me?"
+
+"I'm sorry, dear."
+
+"So you have told me before! And I've cried--and suffered--and
+forgiven you--and prayed that it would never happen again. And now,
+dear, I'm not going to cry any more, and it won't happen again."
+
+He looked at her inquiringly--almost apprehensively.
+
+"You--mean?" he stammered. She sank into a chair a little distance
+from him. The tears had disappeared from her eyes. She had recovered
+her self-possession. It was only a matter of business which they had
+to discuss now. Calmly she continued:
+
+"I mean that we have got to have a definite and explicit
+understanding. I refuse to remain in a position where you can
+humiliate me as you have done. What must I think of myself if I do? I
+ask you, Robert, what must I think of myself?" He said nothing and
+after a short pause she went on: "A good woman must retain her respect
+for herself--she must know in her heart that she is sweet and fine; if
+she doesn't what is there left for her? There are just two ways in
+which I can keep my self respect--and I'm going to keep it--two and
+only two. One is this--you must promise me now that you will never
+touch drink again."
+
+He was silent for a moment as if weighing the exact meaning of her
+words and their significance; then gravely he replied:
+
+"I'm not sure that I could keep such a promise. I'll agree though to
+try--"
+
+She shook her head.
+
+"No, dear--that won't do. How many times already have you agreed to
+try and how many times have you failed? You can stop if you wish. You
+are not a weakling. You're a big man, a strong man. You can stop if
+you wish and you must promise me that you will or--I--"
+
+"Or what?" he demanded.
+
+"Or I shall take the only other course open to me and--leave you."
+
+"Leave me!"
+
+"Yes."
+
+He looked at her curiously as if trying to see if she really meant
+what she said. He could hardly believe that she was serious. Rising,
+he went towards her, and bending over her said gravely:
+
+"Let me get this straight. You say I must promise that I will never
+take another drink or you'll leave me. Is that it?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Your mind is made up?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Then it's an ultimatum?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And you want an answer here and now?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Very well, then, you shall have it. I won't promise."
+
+His answer came upon her like a shock. She had expected that he would
+agree to anything, but he actually defied her.
+
+"Robert!" she cried despairingly.
+
+"I can't be driven and I won't be bullied," he said doggedly. "No man,
+by holding a revolver to my head, can force me to do anything I don't
+want to do, nor can any woman either--not even you."
+
+As he spoke, her face grew a little paler, the lines about her mouth
+deepened. If that was the way he chose to look upon their relations,
+the sooner the end came the better.
+
+"Very well," she said coldly.
+
+She had turned as if to go to her room when he again spoke:
+
+"Besides, there has to be a head of every family Just as there had to
+be a head of every business, and so long as I have any family I am
+going to be the head of it! If I had a partner and he came to me and
+said 'Do this thing or I quit you,' whether the thing was right or
+wrong, I'd say, 'Go ahead. Quit.' Because if I didn't, from that
+moment on, he, not I, would be the boss! So it is with us."
+
+"Then I--am to--go," she said slowly.
+
+"That is for you to say. But if you do go, remember that it is of your
+own volition. I want you to stay--you understand?"
+
+She made no answer and he went on:
+
+"One thing is certain. You can't think very much of me, or you
+couldn't even think of leaving me like this--"
+
+"It is because I do love you," she cried hysterically, "that I must
+leave you. You don't understand that now but, oh! how I hope that some
+day you will. Good-bye!"
+
+She went toward the dressing table as if to get her hat and coat. He
+halted her with a gesture.
+
+"Just a minute, dear."
+
+She stopped.
+
+"Well?"
+
+Approaching her, he said kindly:
+
+"You are doing a very foolish thing."
+
+She shook her head.
+
+"I'm doing the right thing."
+
+"I don't think so. Aside from marrying her husband, leaving him is the
+most serious step a woman can take. Serious steps should be given
+great consideration."
+
+"I have considered this," she replied gravely.
+
+"But not enough."
+
+"Oh, yes, I have."
+
+"In the first place you know that since you came into my life I
+haven't given any other woman even a thought. You know that, don't
+you?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"In the next place you are leaving me! I am not leaving you. My home
+is still open to you and I want you for my wife--"
+
+He stopped and looked at her as if expecting her to say something, but
+she was silent and he went on:
+
+"Of course under any circumstances I shall see you are well provided
+for."
+
+Virginia made a gesture of dissent.
+
+"Oh, no!" she cried.
+
+"You mean that you wouldn't take-any allowance?"
+
+"Yes! I came to you with nothing--that is what I'll take away."
+
+"Now do be a sensible little woman," he said coaxingly. "If you won't
+take anything from me, where are you to go, what are you to do?"
+
+"You seem to forget that I managed to live before I met you!"
+
+"You would try to do as you did then?"
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"Because it's impossible--absolutely impossible."
+
+"I don't think so."
+
+He made an impatient gesture as if any such action were unthinkable.
+
+"Come now, dearie, get all such foolish thoughts out of your head. The
+idea is absurd, ridiculous."
+
+"Why?" she demanded.
+
+"Among other reasons is the fact that I wouldn't let you."
+
+"How can you prevent me? You can't keep me a prisoner here and you
+can't force me to take your money unless I wish to take it. You see?"
+
+"The idea is preposterous, I tell you. You couldn't voluntarily go
+back and live as you did before. It isn't in human nature."
+
+"I can try."
+
+"And if you do, you'll fail. And I'll tell you why! When we met you
+were earning ten or twelve dollars a week."
+
+"Ten," she corrected.
+
+"On that you had to live and provide yourself with everything. You had
+a little room in Harlem and used to hang on to a strap every morning
+and night when you went to and from your work."
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And now you've had the touring car in the summer and the limousine in
+the winter; when the weather was cold you had your furs, when it was
+warm you had the yacht! Since we were married you have had every
+luxury that money could give and luxury gets in the blood, my dear.
+Luxury gets in the blood! It's got into mine! Could I, of my own free
+will, go back and live as I used to live and be satisfied? Certainly
+not! No more can you!"
+
+"I can try," she said doggedly.
+
+"Don't try," he pleaded. "Please don't! You're a dear, fine, sensible,
+high-minded little woman, but you weren't made to fight against such
+odds, and if you try it you'll fail. It's inevitable."
+
+"Just the same I'm going to try it."
+
+Her words were final. There was no recalling them. She was determined
+upon a separation. So be it, he thought to himself. He was as proud,
+as obstinate as she was. If she insisted on leaving him, he would not
+argue with her any longer. Sternly he said:
+
+"Then mark my words--you'll either send for me or you'll come back to
+me."
+
+"I won't, I tell you!" she retorted with spirit.
+
+"That's what you think now."
+
+"And it's what I shall always think!" she cried. "Send for you after
+last night? Come back to you and these same conditions? Never! Never!"
+
+Once more he softened. He could not forget in a moment's anger what
+they had been to each other. Appealingly he said:
+
+"Listen to me for just a minute, dear. You don't realize what you are
+undertaking. You don't know what you propose to do. Please, please
+don't do anything that is going to bring you so much misery and
+unhappiness. Think it over a little while and then perhaps--"
+
+"My mind is made up," she said firmly.
+
+Going to her dressing table, she picked up her hat and placed it on
+her head. Again he tried to dissuade her.
+
+"Dearie!"
+
+"I am quite decided, I tell you," she said firmly, putting on her hat.
+
+"Don't do it, Virginia, don't do it!" he cried. "Remember, if you
+leave me like this you will have to come to me or it will
+be--forever."
+
+"Then it will be forever!" she said decisively. "I won't be degraded
+and humiliated! I won't be told that I was bought and paid for! You've
+been able to say it up to now, but you'll never be able to say it
+again!" Pointing to the jewels she added: "There they are! I give them
+all back to you."
+
+She stopped and suddenly noticed the rings she was wearing. They,
+also, were a present from him. With a subdued exclamation she
+muttered:
+
+"I had almost forgotten these!"
+
+Taking the gems off her fingers one by one, she laid them on the table
+before him. Her wedding ring still remained on her finger. That she
+hesitated to remove. She looked from the ring to her husband and made
+a movement as if about to remove it. Stafford, in his distress, made a
+supplicating gesture.
+
+"Don't do that!" he cried
+
+"Why not?" she replied coldly. "Since it's to be forever, why not?"
+
+Taking off the wedding ring she placed it on the table with the others
+and left the room, closing the door behind her.
+
+After she had gone Stafford went to the table, picked up the ring and
+softly read the inscription to himself:
+
+"'_From Robert to Virginia, with eternal love!'_ Eternal love!"
+he echoed bitterly to himself. "What irony!"
+
+Slipping the ring into his pocket he stood for a time as if in deep
+thought. Then going to the telephone, he quickly unhooked the
+receiver.
+
+"Hello! Give me Madison, 74. Hurry! Hurry! Is this Burley's Detective
+Agency? Is Mr. Burley there? Oh, is that you, Burley? This is Robert
+Stafford. I want the best man you have to meet me at my office in half
+an hour. Yes--your very best. What? No, no! I don't want him to watch
+anyone; I want him to protect someone. In half an hour, remember."
+
+Replacing the telephone on the desk, he remained seated, and drawing
+from his pocket the wedding ring he gazed at it murmuring to himself:
+
+"With eternal love!"
+
+[Illustration: TAKING OFF THE WEDDING RING, SHE PLACED IT ON THE
+TABLE. PAGE 270]
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XVIII
+
+
+For the next few days there was an atmosphere of gloom and depression
+at No.-- Riverside Drive. Below stairs consternation reigned. No one
+knew exactly what had occurred, but that the relations between master
+and mistress were badly strained was plainly evident. Mrs. Stafford
+had driven hurriedly away in a taxicab without saying where she was
+going or when she would return, and Mr. Stafford, having locked
+himself in his room and denied himself to all callers, was in such an
+ugly mood that he was absolutely unapproachable. Never before had Oku
+seen his master in such a vicious temper. He had practically kicked
+him out when he had politely inquired how many would be home for
+dinner, and all that evening he heard him striding restlessly up and
+down like a caged lion, raging and fuming, and once it had sounded
+suspiciously to Oku as if his master might be weeping.
+
+The little Japanese butler not only felt hurt at such treatment after
+fifteen years of faithful service, but he was really concerned at the
+protracted and mysterious absence of his dear mistress. In the two
+years that Virginia had been at the head of the household she had
+endeared herself to all her dependents. Always courteous and
+considerate, never unreasonable or exacting, the servants literally
+worshipped her and as the days went by without the least sign of her
+coming back the general gloom deepened. In the evening, after the
+day's work was done, and all hands could sit in the kitchen and take
+things easy, the mistress' strange disappearance was the one topic of
+conversation. The cook, a stout, apoplectic-looking Irishwoman, spoke
+straight up: Her mistress, as nice a lady as she ever worked for, was
+smart enough to know her own mind and if she had left her husband
+there was a mighty good reason for it. The waitress, indignantly
+repudiating the insinuation that she made a practice of listening to
+table conversation as she passed the dishes, admitted that, having
+been provided by nature with ears, she could not help overhearing
+certain things. On the morning of Mrs. Stafford's departure, she had
+noticed a decided coolness at the breakfast table, and later when on
+going down stairs she had heard loud voices she had stopped to listen
+she had distinctly heard her mistress say: "Then I shall leave you!"
+This pointed clearly enough to a serious rupture, especially when
+Josephine, the French maid, told how, at her mistress' orders, she had
+taken from the safe all the boxes of jewelry and piled them up on the
+table where they still remained. Her candid opinion was that the
+master had been drinking again and that madame, disgusted at his
+behavior, had eloped with a tall, handsome stranger who had been seen
+loitering around the house. Oku scoffed at all this gossip. It was
+clear as daylight, he said. His master was tired of being married so
+long to the same woman, and as to madame, she also was weary of being
+married to the same man, so each had decided to try a little change,
+whereupon Lizzie, the second waitress--a buxom Irish girl who despised
+"furriners" in general and Japanese in particular--bid Oku hold his
+tongue and not jabber such heathenish nonsense.
+
+But if the situation was productive of much unconscious humor in
+servants' hall, it was different upstairs. To Robert Stafford it was
+all serious enough, a tragedy which had suddenly blasted his life, and
+night after night as he sat alone in the library, making a hollow
+pretence at work, forcing his mind on a book or newspaper when really
+his thoughts were miles away, he wondered how he could have been such
+a fool as to allow his happiness slip through his fingers.
+
+Now that Virginia was really gone, he realized what she had been to
+him and what he had lost. At the outset, he had taken it lightly,
+resentfully. He schooled himself to appear indifferent, afraid that he
+would be surrendering some of his pride if he displayed the slightest
+weakness. To himself he argued that if she chose to quarrel with him
+and disturb the harmony of their home on such a trivial pretext, he
+would be a poor weak fool to permit a woman to bully him and question
+rights which were of the very essence of his manhood. If she preferred
+to make a fuss and go her own way he could not prevent her. But when
+the door had closed behind her, when he saw that she was really in
+earnest, that she had been willing to give up all this comfort, all
+this luxury, to return to a precarious existence, a life of
+humiliation and self-denial, and all this for a mere matter of
+principle, he was startled.
+
+The railroad promoter had never troubled to think deeply on matters
+outside his material interests. Of religion, he had none, and he
+seldom stopped to consider the ethical side of a question. But all at
+once, as by a miracle, the scales fell from his eyes. In a sudden
+flash of illuminating reason he saw himself as he was--selfish,
+cynical, inconsiderate, brutal. He was astounded at finding himself
+compelled to admit the truth of these self-made charges. He did not
+mean to be all these things. At heart he was a good fellow. It was
+simply the fault of his training. He saw now the truth of what in his
+egotism and cynicism he had always scoffed at before, that some women
+are strong enough morally, brave enough physically to do anything,
+make any sacrifice for the sake of right. How unworthy he had proved
+himself of such a woman! What respect could she have left for him,
+what respect had he left for himself?
+
+And as the days went by without word from her and the full realization
+of what he had lost slowly came to him, he thought he would go mad
+from anxiety and remorse. He did not know where she had gone and his
+pride prevented him from communicating with her sister. James Gillie
+had handed in a haughty resignation the day following Virginia's
+departure, so there was no way of learning anything from that source,
+and the detective he had employed had thus far discovered nothing. She
+might be in difficulties, in actual want and would not ask assistance
+from sheer pride. The thought was maddening and for days Stafford,
+distraught, unable to attend to his affairs, remained in the house,
+hoping, half expecting, she would return until the uncertainty and
+continual disappointment nearly drove him insane. He could not eat; he
+could not sleep. His ears still rang with her reproaches, her stinging
+words of bitter denunciation. At night he would wake up suddenly in a
+cold sweat imagining he saw her standing at the bed, looking at him
+with her large, sorrowful eyes, full of tears and reproach.
+
+If he had never been sure of it before, he knew now that he loved her.
+Everything in the house, now she was gone, told him so. As he wandered
+aimlessly through the deserted rooms, and his glance fell on the
+corners and objects with which she was associated--the deep easy chair
+in the library in which she would bury herself for hours with an
+interesting book; her baby grand piano, still open with the sheets of
+music scattered about; her private chamber with the bed undisturbed,
+closets empty, furniture arranged in precise order, and already
+beginning to accumulate dust--he realized for the first time all that
+she had been to him. He had not married young like most men. She had
+come into his life when his habits and opinions were already formed.
+For that reason he had treated his wife like a child, to be petted and
+indulged, but who at no time must be permitted to assert her
+independence or interfere in any way with her husband's mode of
+living. But little by little, even without his being conscious of it,
+she had taken a larger place in his life. Gradually, she had made
+herself necessary to him, to his peace of mind, to his comfort. Not
+only did she fill the house with her youthful enthusiasm and girlish
+laughter, but when business cares weighed heavy on his shoulders and
+he came home tired, glad of someone to whom he could confide his
+troubles, he found in her the most sympathetic of listeners. In the
+evening she would sit at the piano and play for him his favorite
+music. Ah, how divinely she played the Schubert _Serenade_; its
+sad, mournful melody was even now ringing in his ears, perfectly
+attuned to his present mood. Insensate fool that he had been! He had
+enjoyed all this and yet had deemed it of such little value that he
+had spurned it and driven it away. This woman, his wife, who had
+brought sunshine into his life and home--this loyal, faithful
+comrade--he had insulted beyond all forgiveness. When it all came
+clear to him, he thought he would go mad.
+
+Ah, if she would only forgive him and come back! His first impulse was
+to go after her, humiliate himself, go on his knees if necessary, and
+beseech her to return. A dozen times he sat down and wrote her a
+letter, but they were never sent. His pride forbade it, and caused him
+to go about wearing a mask of indifference which he was far from
+feeling. No, he could not go after her. All through his life, he had
+prided himself on his strength of will. It was the keystone of his
+character, both in his relations with his workmen and also in his
+domestic life. If he were to weaken, no matter what the circumstances,
+after once taking a determined stand, he would forfeit not only the
+world's respect, but his own as well. He was as proud and self-willed
+as she. He had told her that he would never go to her unless she sent
+for him. If, therefore, she was as proud and determined as he was,
+they had said good-bye for ever. They would never see each other
+again. If she did not write, it was because she had tired of him and
+did not want to come back. Perhaps she had found someone for whom she
+cared more, and no doubt one of these days some lawyer would be
+serving him with papers in a separation or divorce suit. Thus, his
+brain conjuring up all kinds of possibilities, he began to nourish
+feelings of anger and resentment. Suppose he had been a little rough
+with her, it was far worse for her to abandon him and expose him to
+all kinds of slanderous rumors. Thus, steeling his heart, he tried to
+forget her.
+
+For a time he went back to his old style of life, leading again that
+easy-going, bohemian existence of his bachelor days. He plunged into
+gaieties and dissipations of every kind. He gambled freely, drank
+heavily and gave midnight champagne suppers enlivened by "appetizing"
+vaudeville, to prominent ladies of the demi-monde. Yet even these
+excesses could not drown the prickings of conscience. Sometimes, amid
+one of these nocturnal debauches, and while the drunken revelry was at
+its height, he would suddenly see Virginia's pale, thoughtful face.
+Her eyes, dimmed with tears, and full of reproach, would seem to be
+gazing at him questioningly, wonderingly, that he should have so
+degraded himself. With a cry of disgust, he would spring up from his
+chair and go back to his desolate home.
+
+Gradually the strain told upon him. He grew nervous and depressed. His
+physician warned him against working too hard.
+
+"It's the grave malady of our time," said the doctor, shaking his
+head. "All our successful men fall victims to it. It's this cursed
+race to get rich quick."
+
+Stafford shook his head. With a grim smile he said:
+
+"You are mistaken, doctor. My affairs were never in better shape. I'm
+ashamed to tell you what ails me. It's a schoolboy's complaint. I'm in
+love--for the first time in my life."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+
+
+"Mrs. Travers! Mr. Brown! Mr. Travers! Mr. Brown!"
+
+The hotel pages, smart-looking in their tight-fitting uniforms with
+gold braid and buttons, hurried here and there, scurrying through the
+lobbies and drawing-rooms, calling out the names of guests who were
+wanted.
+
+It was five o'clock and the bustle at the hotel was at its height.
+Guests were constantly arriving from train and steamer; others were
+departing, tipping their way out royally. Porters, their backs bent
+under the weight of heavy baggage, and waiters, their trays heaped up
+with silver dishes, pushed unceremoniously through the crowd. Women,
+fashionably gowned, were promenading the halls, or sipping tea in the
+palm garden; others sat in little groups watching the animated scene.
+Men of all conditions--preachers, actors, politicians, gamblers--stood
+in the lobbies, chatting and smoking, blocking the way so that it was
+almost impossible to pass. From the open doors of the brilliantly
+illuminated café came the noise and laughter of popping corks, the
+metallic ring of money, and the sound of men's voices in dispute. In
+another corner was heard the click of telegraph instruments and the
+industrious, perpetual rattle of typewriters. At the front entrance a
+doorman, resplendent in gold lace, was having a heated altercation
+with an obstreperous cabman. The desk was literally besieged by a
+pushing, unmannerly mob of persons, each of whom wanted to be waited
+on before the other, while haughty clerks, moving about with languid
+grace, tried to satisfy requests of every conceivable kind. There was
+nothing extraordinary in this apparent commotion. It suggested
+pandemonium; it was really only a rather dull and uneventful day in
+the ordinary routine of a big metropolitan hotel.
+
+Virginia sat back in her chair and stretched herself. Every bone in
+her body ached. She had worked steadily since 8 o'clock that morning,
+with only a brief respite for lunch, and the fatigue was beginning to
+tell upon her. Formerly she could have done twice as much without
+feeling it, but since her marriage she had gotten out of the way of
+it. Her muscles were stiff; her recent luxurious mode of living had
+unfitted her for the strenuous life she used to lead. She had regained
+her independence, but it had not been without a bitter struggle.
+
+It was a great shock to Fanny when her sister walked in on her that
+afternoon now some three months ago and quietly told her that she had
+left Robert for good. At first the elder sister laughed, not believing
+it, and then, when she saw by Virginia's face that it was only too
+true, she broke down and cried. They fell into each others' arms and
+wept together, just as they had done many times before when they were
+children.
+
+When they were somewhat calmer she had told Fanny everything, keeping
+nothing from her, and declaring her intention to go back to the hotel,
+if she could get the position, and earn her own livelihood again.
+Seeing that it was useless, Fanny did not attempt to dissuade her. On
+the contrary, now she was acquainted with all the facts in the case,
+she was indignant herself and gave her sister credit for displaying so
+much spirit. Of course, it meant a serious pecuniary loss to them all.
+Jimmie could not possibly remain in his position, in view of this
+rupture; he would resign his lucrative job and they would be compelled
+to go back to the days when they struggled along on fourteen dollars a
+week. It was hard, but better that, she told Virginia with an
+affectionate hug, than that millionaires should go around thinking
+they could buy and sell women like so many cattle.
+
+So everything was quickly settled. Virginia, of course, would live
+henceforth with them. She applied for her old position at the hotel,
+and after some delay secured it. This was a great relief to her, for
+she would never have consented to being a burden on her sister and it
+assured her a competence as long as she chose to stay.
+
+Jimmie, much to his disgust, handed in his resignation, which was
+accepted more promptly than he had secretly hoped, the flat in One
+Hundred and Fortieth street was given up and the Gillies moved into
+one a little less pretentious, but more in keeping with their
+curtailed income. A job of some kind to keep the kettle boiling was
+very necessary, so Jimmie reluctantly applied for his old job and
+became once more a $14 a week shipping clerk. This however was a
+temporary makeshift, he protested. He was chock full of good ideas,
+and now he was rid of Stafford, who he claimed, had really paralyzed
+his efforts, he would be able to give free rein to his inventive
+genius. Fanny listened patiently. By this time she had few illusions
+left concerning her husband's chances of success in life. All she
+asked was that they should get along respectably and happily.
+
+So the time had passed. It was now three months since Virginia had
+left her husband, and in all that time she had made no attempt to
+communicate with him. She had no desire to do so. If, sometimes, she
+had a secret yearning, if she sometimes hoped that he would miss her
+and come and fetch her back, she stifled it instantly. The very fact
+that he had made no attempt to come after her, showed plainly enough
+that he had never really cared for her. She thanked God that they had
+had no children. At least she was spared the torture of having brought
+unhappiness on innocent heads. At times she saw his name mentioned in
+the newspapers, and she smiled bitterly when she read accounts of
+sensational supper parties, scandalous proceedings which had attracted
+the attention of the public in which he had figured prominently. That
+was the kind of life he liked, the only kind he knew. How could she
+ever have dreamed that he was a man who would make her a good husband?
+
+"Mr. Brown! Mr. Robinson! Mr. Brown! Mr. Robinson!"
+
+The monotonous, shrill voices of the pages as they wearily made their
+rounds calling out the names of invisible guests, the orders of clerks
+and doormen, the chattering and laughing of the people as they passed
+and re-passed up and down the corridors made a perfect babel of
+conflicting sound. The afternoon was now well advanced. The crowds had
+begun to dispense. There was more breathing space in the passages. For
+the time being the rush was over and Virginia sat back in her chair,
+glad of a moment's respite after the busy day. She saw nothing and
+heard nothing of the commotion all around her. The noise and the
+crowds in the hotel lobby did not exist for her. Her thoughts, in
+spite of herself, were far away, with the man who before God's altar
+had solemnly promised to shield and protect her, and then permitted
+her to go out alone in the cold, unsympathetic world to earn her own
+living as best she could, without even making an effort to find how or
+where she was. With all his faults, she had always thought Robert
+kind-hearted. Why, then, should he have treated her in this cruel,
+heartless, indifferent manner? A man's voice suddenly aroused her from
+her words. In a cold, business-like tone it said:
+
+"Are you busy? I have some letters to dictate."
+
+Instantly aroused to a sense of her duties, Virginia sat up with a
+start. Without looking up, accustomed to be at the beck and call of
+the first stranger who came along, she said wearily:
+
+"No, I'm not busy. I'll take the dictation."
+
+The newcomer sat down at her desk. Virginia slipped a piece of paper
+into her machine and was ready to begin. Suddenly the man uttered an
+exclamation. She looked up and nearly fell from her chair.
+
+"Mr. Hadley!" she exclaimed.
+
+It was her husband's most intimate friend. Chance had brought him to
+the hotel and having some business letters to write, he had stopped at
+the desk of the first stenographer who appeared to be unoccupied. When
+he saw who the young operator was he could scarcely believe his eyes.
+With a gesture of the greatest concern, he exclaimed:
+
+"Mrs. Stafford! You here?"
+
+She smiled sadly.
+
+"Yes. I've been here some time, ever since--" She stopped short, not
+knowing how much he might know of her difference with her husband. As
+yet the world knew nothing of the scandal that had shattered a home
+and as far as she was concerned it never would. After a pause she
+added timidly: "You see I am not rich--I have to support myself."
+
+Hadley leaned forward and sympathetically grasped her hand. He had
+always liked Virginia. Her womanliness and spirit appealed strongly to
+him. Stafford had treated her like a brute. He ought never to have let
+her go. Many a time he had berated his friend for what he termed his
+pigheaded obstinacy.
+
+"Oh, Mrs. Stafford!" he went on warmly. "I had no idea you were here.
+How noble and plucky it is of you--"
+
+"Any self-respecting woman would do the same," she said quietly.
+
+Hadley shrugged his shoulders. Cynically he replied:
+
+"Some might, most wouldn't. You don't find women in our set making
+sacrifices even for a principle when it comes to giving up their
+comforts and their luxuries. I think you've acted splendidly and so
+does Bob, only he won't admit it. He's a good fellow at heart. The
+trouble was that he married too late in life. His habits were formed.
+He did not realize that to be happy in married life one must give as
+well as take; in other words, that a really happy marriage is a
+compromise. Always having had his own way, accustomed to imposing his
+will upon that of others, he failed to realize that when he married he
+conferred certain rights on the woman to whom he gave his name. Now it
+is different. He sees his mistake. It has been a bitter lesson to
+him."
+
+A deep flush spread over Virginia's pale face. What did these words
+mean? Could it be true that her husband still loved her?
+
+"You see him sometimes?" she murmured.
+
+"Almost every day. I dined with him at the club last night."
+
+"Is he well?"
+
+Hadley made no answer, but bending forward, looked more closely at his
+friend's wife. He took quick note of her tired-looking eyes, the
+pallor of her face. Slowly he said:
+
+"And you? Are you well? I think that is more important."
+
+She smiled wearily as she answered:
+
+"Oh, I'm a little tired, that's all. This work is very confining. In
+fact, I've quite gotten out of the way of it."
+
+He looked at her intently for a moment in silence. Then he said:
+
+"I had no idea where you had gone. None of his friends knew. Some
+think you are abroad. Bob has let that impression get about. Even I,
+his most intimate friend, did not know all the particulars! I guessed
+the truth. Yet Bob knew where you were."
+
+Virginia, startled, looked up quickly:
+
+"He knows?" she exclaimed.
+
+Hadley nodded.
+
+"Yes--he has employed a man to watch you constantly from a distance.
+Not because he believed you would ever give him cause for divorce--to
+be fair to him, that has never entered his mind; but he wanted someone
+to watch over you, protect you--"
+
+Virginia flushed; her heart was beating violently. In a low tone, she
+said:
+
+"He has done that?" she exclaimed. "Then he has not forgotten me after
+all--"
+
+The young man laughed.
+
+"Forgotten you! I should think not. You are never out of his thoughts.
+He won't admit it, but I know it. He loves you to-day better than he
+ever did."
+
+"Then why, if he knows where I am, doesn't he come to me?"
+
+Hadley clenched his fist. Vehemently, almost angrily, he answered:
+
+"Because he's a fool. He said he wouldn't come to you until you sent
+for him, and he hasn't the moral courage to change his mind--he's
+afraid to be laughed at."
+
+Virginia shook her head. Sadly she said:
+
+"Then I'm afraid the breach will never be healed. If he is proud, I am
+not less so. I shall never send for him."
+
+"But you can't go on like this, my dear Mrs. Stafford," he protested.
+"You really can't. You'll make yourself ill. It's not the kind of life
+you're fitted for."
+
+"What else can I do?" she inquired. "Teach? I have not the patience.
+Go into a store? It is too humiliating. No, this is the best I can
+think of. I'm living with my sister. I am comfortable and as happy as
+I can expect to be under the circumstances."
+
+"But won't you change your mind, won't you forgive Bob?" he persisted.
+"Let me go back to him now with a message from you. It is all he is
+waiting for, I know it--just one word. It will make him the happiest
+of men!"
+
+Virginia shook her head.
+
+"You are very kind, Mr. Hadley. I know you mean well, and that you are
+my friend. My husband and I understand one another perfectly. Neither
+will consent to send for the other, so the situation will remain
+exactly where it is."
+
+He rose to go.
+
+"Is this final?"
+
+She shook her head decisively.
+
+"Yes--it is final."
+
+"You will never go back to him?"
+
+"Not till he comes for me."
+
+He grasped her hand and the next minute was lost to view in the crowd.
+
+All that night, while the Gillies slumbered peacefully, Virginia
+tossed restlessly on her bed, thinking over what Mr. Hadley had told
+her. Try as she would, she was unable to banish thoughts of her
+husband from her mind. If he still cared for her, if he missed her,
+why didn't he come for her? If he himself suffered, why did he let her
+go on weeping out her heart in this way? Why should two human beings
+allow their pride to make them suffer so abominably? She thought she
+would show herself the more generous of the two; and send him a
+message, urging him to come at once. Then, as she recalled his stern,
+merciless words, she again rebelled. No--no--it would degrade her in
+his eyes if she weakened! She would not--she would not! She loved
+him--yes--only now she realized how dearly she loved him; but it was
+just because she loved him that she would not forfeit his esteem. When
+morning broke, she was still wide awake, thinking, thinking, her eyes
+red and swollen from countless tears.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX
+
+
+The Gillies' new home was nothing to boast of. In fact they were
+ashamed of its shabbiness and lived in constant dread of some of their
+former acquaintances discovering their whereabouts and coming to see
+them. Yet it was the best they could expect to find for the little
+rent they were able to pay. Situated in one of the cheapest parts of
+Harlem, the flat was in a row of tenement-like buildings, facing a
+street always filled with noisy, unkempt children. The corridors and
+staircases were gaudily decorated and the narrow halls and small
+rooms, shut off from proper light and air, gave one a sense of
+suffocation. The furnishings were of the scantiest. Jimmie having
+incurred certain heavy debts, reckoning that the palmy days would
+always last, had been forced to sell his household effects to satisfy
+pressing creditors, so now they had to be satisfied with as few odd
+cheap pieces as they could manage with--a plain deal dining-table and
+a few ricketty chairs. Times were indeed hard. The shipping firm had
+also made a cut in Jimmie's salary, reducing him from $14 to $13 a
+week, so even with the $5 which Virginia contributed to the expenses,
+strict economy had to be exercised in order to make both ends meet.
+
+Fanny did her best to look cheerful under these depressing conditions,
+but there were days when her patience was sorely tried and when she
+found herself regretting that Virginia had "taken it so particular"
+with Mr. Stafford. Of course, they all suffered by the sacrifice, but
+most of the burden fell upon her. She certainly had the worst of it.
+Virginia, away all day, at least escaped the household drudgery. It
+was a terrible existence--scrubbing floors and washing dishes from
+morning till night, seeing nobody, beginning to lose hope that she
+would ever see a change for the better.
+
+To-day she was feeling particularly tired and discouraged. She had
+been kept busy all morning looking after the baby's wants and cleaning
+the kitchen stove, and the exertion required by both duties had
+completely exhausted her. Wiping her grimy hands on her apron, she
+sank listlessly down on a chair in the kitchen to rest a while. It
+could not be for long. The afternoon was well advanced. Jim and
+Virginia would soon be home. She must think presently of getting
+dinner.
+
+The baby slept soundly in her little crib undisturbed by the noise of
+the wintry gale outdoors. Fanny sighed as she fondly gazed on the
+chubby little face. How unfair to bring such an innocent into the
+world, only to inherit trouble and want! What had become of the
+brilliant prospects for her daughter once held out when Virginia was a
+rich man's wife? Instead of improving, their situation grew steadily
+worse. Jim was making no progress. Instead of his salary being
+increased, it was always being reduced. He was the kind of man who
+made progress backwards, like a crab. He was not practical--that was
+the trouble. If only he had fewer ideas, perhaps he would make more
+money. It was very discouraging. But what good did grumbling ever do?
+The work had to be done and the quicker she finished the stove, the
+better.
+
+Wearily she rose from her seat and with a last look at the baby, was
+going towards the kitchen, when suddenly the doorbell rang violently.
+The baby started in its sleep. Indignant at the noise Fanny went and
+opened.
+
+"Is that you, Jim?" she asked crossly.
+
+"Yes," he called out.
+
+"Well, I like your nerve!" she ejaculated. "Couldn't you make less
+noise? You woke the baby!"
+
+Her husband entered, attired in a heavy overcoat, the collar of which
+was turned up. His nose was blue, his eyes red and he was shivering
+with cold.
+
+"Gee! but it's tough weather, all right!"
+
+Taking off his overcoat and muffler, and placing them on a chair
+together with his lunch box, he crossed the room to the radiator to
+warm his hands. Fanny, still fuming, went to the baby carriage, folded
+the blanket and arranged the cushions. Angrily she exclaimed:
+
+"Is that why you must ring the bell and wake the baby when you have
+the key? Don't you think I've got enough to do running this flat and
+cooking for three people and looking after the baby without having to
+go and open the door for you? Why didn't you open it yourself?"
+
+Her husband looked at her in a stupid kind of way. With a grin he
+said:
+
+"Well, if you must know, I've lost my key."
+
+"Lost your key?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Don't you know that keys cost twenty-five cents apiece?"
+
+"Sure I do."
+
+"Well," she went on indignantly, "you want to remember that every
+quarter--yes, and every nickel--counts these days. You're not working
+for Mr. Stafford at a hundred a week now; you're a shipping clerk
+getting thirteen per! Not even fourteen--thirteen!"
+
+Her husband squirmed. Shifting his feet uneasily he muttered
+
+"You needn't rub it in."
+
+Fanny held out her hand.
+
+"Hand it over," she commanded.
+
+"What?"
+
+"The thirteen," she said determinedly. "This is pay day. Come
+on!--come on!--come on!" she ordered, going up to him threateningly.
+
+With a grimace, he thrust his hand in his trousers' pocket and
+bringing out a small roll of bills, handed it to his wife. She counted
+the money carefully, and then stuffed it inside her dress. He watched
+her, a comic expression of resignation on his face.
+
+"Don't I get any?" he grumbled.
+
+"Yes," she answered quickly, "you get carfare and cigar money--twenty
+cents a day and you get it each day--"
+
+Saying this, she turned her back and fastening on her apron, made a
+move towards the kitchen. Jimmie, with a gesture of disgust, threw his
+lunch box on the table and dropped into a chair.
+
+"Can't I even have lunch money" he growled.
+
+Fanny turned on him like a tigress. For some time he had been getting
+on her nerves and to-day she was in just the humor to let out what she
+felt. Angrily she exclaimed:
+
+"Won't you ever get it into your head that I'm running this flat on
+eighteen dollars a week--thirteen from you and five from Virginia?
+Lunch money! You're lucky even to get lunch!"
+
+He made no reply, but lapsed into a sulky silence. Presently, with a
+wry face, he growled:
+
+"I'm getting tired of nothing but dry sandwiches and dill pickles."
+
+"What do you expect for thirteen per?" she retorted, "terrapin or paté
+de fois gras? Getting tired of--"
+
+She stopped short. Her eyes had just lighted on the lunch box on the
+table. Swooping down on it like an angry vulture she exclaimed
+angrily: "What's that?"
+
+Even in his bluest moments, Jimmie never lost his sense of humor.
+Picking up the box and pretending to examine it, he said:
+
+"I think it's a bunch of lilies of the valley."
+
+He grinned, but got no response. Fanny was not in a mood to jest.
+
+"Oh, don't get funny," she said crossly. "I know it's your lunch box
+all right, but what's it doing on the table? Put it in the drawer
+where it belongs." He hesitated, still grinning, and she went on
+sternly: "Go on, now! I've got enough to do without putting things
+away after you."
+
+Rising, he took the offending box and placed it in a drawer of the
+sideboard. When this was done Fanny pointed to his hat and coat:
+
+"Now hang them up in the hall," she ordered.
+
+Without another word he picked up the things and left the room.
+Directly he was gone, Fanny took a key from under a vase, opened
+another drawer in the sideboard and put the money in it. Then she
+hastily locked the drawer and replaced the key. No sooner was this
+done than Jimmie reappeared. He was puffing a cheap cigar and judging
+by his expression the flavor was not all that it might be. After a few
+moments, and while Fanny was laying the cloth, he threw it away with
+an exclamation of disgust:
+
+"It's no good! I can't get used to these damned cheap things. I
+suppose I'd be satisfied with 'em if I'd never smoked _real_
+cigars! But to be educated up to Villa de Villas and then drop to
+them--punkerinos--"
+
+Fanny looked round, saw the cigar on the floor and then looked at him:
+
+"Jimmie," she said, "pick that up and let it die outside."
+
+He obeyed her without a word. Opening the window he picked up the
+offending weed and threw it out.
+
+"Ha! ha!" he laughed bitterly. "In three months to parachute from
+first-class cafés to carrying home-made lunches; to go from threes for
+a half to twos for a nickel; instead of having plenty of money in
+pocket to be without even a cent! I tell you, Fanny, the way we're
+living now is--hell!"
+
+Flopping down on a chair near the table, he presented an abject
+picture of utter despondency. If Fanny had been in better humor she
+would have laughed at him, but in her present mood his complaints only
+irritated her the more. Stopping in her work, she turned on him. Her
+face was flushed; her eyes flashed fire. At last the moment had come
+to give it to him:
+
+"Don't you think I know it better than you do?" she cried. "I used to
+be able to pay twenty-five or thirty dollars for a hat, now when I
+want one I'll have to trim it myself; I could have a taxi once in a
+while, now I'm lucky if I can take a car; a seat in the orchestra at
+the matinées was none too good for me, now I think it is great to go
+to the moving pictures; I used to have a nine-room apartment at a
+Hundred and Fortieth street, now I've got a five-room flat at a
+Hundred and Seventy-sixth! My 'friends' don't come to see me because
+it's too far uptown. I used to have a servant to do my work and a
+woman come in to do my washing, now I have to do the work and the
+cooking and the washing into the bargain. Don't talk to me about your
+cigars, and your lunches, and your pocket money! Only a woman can know
+what it means to come down in the world!"
+
+He listened in silence to her tirade, carelessly rocking back and
+forth on the two rear legs of his tilted chair. When finally she
+stopped for sheer want of breath he said:
+
+"I guess you're right, Fanny, I'm sorry I spoke. The woman gets the
+worst of it every time."
+
+"Yes--every time, Jimmie," she said emphatically as she proceeded to
+lay the table. "Whether she's right or wrong."
+
+"If Virginia hadn't quit Stafford," he grumbled, "it would have been
+different."
+
+"There's no use talking of that--she did leave him--"
+
+Jimmie looked up, an injured expression on his face.
+
+"Yes, and what day did she pick out?" he cried indignantly. "The very
+day Stafford raised me to a hundred and fifty!" Jumping up from his
+chair he began to pace the floor nervously. "Great Scott!" he
+exclaimed, "just think of it! I used to get a hundred and fifty! Of
+course I only got it for a day and a quarter--but I got it!"
+
+His wife stopped in her work. Sharply she demanded:
+
+"And whose fault was it that you only got it for a day and a quarter?"
+
+"Mine, I suppose," he replied gloomily.
+
+"You had no right to try to interfere between Mr. Stafford and
+Virginia--that was their business."
+
+"So he told me! And when I said that anything that concerned my wife's
+sister was _my_ business and I wouldn't be associated with a man
+who didn't treat her right, and walked out, I thought he'd send a
+messenger after me before I reached the corner. In fact, I waited at
+the corner."
+
+"But the messenger didn't come," she said sarcastically.
+
+"No. But even that didn't bother me much--then! I thought I'd soon get
+another job just as good."
+
+Fanny shrugged her shoulders. With a sigh she said:
+
+"I wonder if you'll ever have one 'just as good.'"
+
+"Of course, I will," he said confidently.
+
+"When?"
+
+"I'm likely to get a good job most any time."
+
+"Well, till you do," she retorted, "hang on to the one you have. When
+rent day comes, thirteen dollars in real money is a heap sight better
+than a hundred and fifty in hopes."
+
+Jim shifted about uneasily on his feet. Stupidly he said:
+
+"Yes, I suppose so."
+
+"I know so," she exclaimed.
+
+"Besides," he said with some hesitation, "one of my ideas might turn
+out big."
+
+His wife laughed scornfully.
+
+"Might--yes," she exclaimed.
+
+"Oh, I know you don't believe in 'em any more," he went on. "But let
+me tell you this--I've got one idea right now that would make me five
+hundred dollars just as easy as that--" He snapped his fingers at her
+as he continued: "Do you hear? As easy as that!" His wife, still
+skeptical, seemed to pay no heed, so petulantly he inquired: "Why
+don't you ask me about it?"
+
+Fanny again stopped in her work and looked up.
+
+"What is it?" she demanded in a resigned tone.
+
+Jimmie frowned. He did not like his wife's incredulous attitude.
+
+"That's a fine way to ask!" he exclaimed. Imitating her tone he went
+on: "What is it? You'd show more interest than that if I told you Mrs.
+Brown's canary had died of the croup!"
+
+In spite of herself Fanny smiled. She was too good-natured to remain
+cross very long. After all, it was only natural that her husband
+should confide in her. In a more conciliatory tone, she said:
+
+"I didn't mean anything, Jimmie. What _is_ the idea?"
+
+But he was offended now.
+
+"Oh, what's the use?" he exclaimed.
+
+"Go on, tell me," she coaxed.
+
+"What's the use? You wouldn't think it was any good."
+
+"All right, then, don't!" she exclaimed, turning away. "I know there'd
+be nothing in it, anyway."
+
+He followed her across the room. Airily he said:
+
+"Is that so? Well, just to prove that there is something in it, I
+_will_ tell you. Of course I shouldn't really expect to do
+it--but the idea's there just the same."
+
+"Well--what is it?" she asked, stopping in her work to listen.
+
+Jimmie took a chair and sat down on it straddle-wise. Hesitatingly he
+said:
+
+"You know the fuss the papers made about Stafford marrying Virginia
+and how the Sunday editions had page after page about it with
+illustrations--"
+
+"Yes--what about it?" she demanded, impatient to get to the point.
+
+"And you know," he went on, "how clever he's been in keeping this from
+them by sending out the news that she'd gone to Europe for the
+winter--"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Well, if I was to go to one of 'em and tip off the story that instead
+of being in Europe, Virginia was workin' in a hotel for ten dollars a
+week, and I would agree not to tell any other paper about it, don't
+you think I could get five hundred for it? You just bet I could!"
+
+Fanny had listened with growing indignation. When he had finished she
+exclaimed:
+
+"Jimmie, if you did anything like that I'd never speak to you
+again--never!"
+
+Weakening before her outburst, he said evasively:
+
+"I told you I didn't expect to do it."
+
+"Whether I think Virginia's a fool or not," went on his wife, "she's
+my sister. Right or wrong, she's my sister and nobody--not even
+you--is going to do anything to hurt her feelings and get away with it
+without a fight from me."
+
+Jimmie rose and resumed his nervous pacing of the floor. Hastily he
+said:
+
+"I ain't going to do anything to hurt her feelings! But I must say
+it's pretty tough on a fellow to have all his good ideas spoiled! Take
+the one I had about the auto. I could have sold it for fifteen hundred
+dollars, but Virginia wouldn't let me and made me send it back. There
+was a great idea gone wrong--" He was silent for a few moments and
+then suddenly he burst out: "I've got another one."
+
+[Illustration: "I'VE GOT ANOTHER IDEA," SAID JIMMIE. PAGE 305]
+
+"What--another idea?" exclaimed his wife sarcastically.
+
+"Yes," he replied eagerly, "and even you will think this one all
+right."
+
+"What is it?"
+
+He looked round as if to make sure no one was listening. Then, in a
+tragic whisper, he said:
+
+"We must bring Virginia and Stafford together again."
+
+"Jimmie!" exclaimed his wife, looking at him in amazement.
+
+"You know she's still in love with him, don't you?" he went on calmly.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And he's just crazy over her. He 'phoned me again to-day asking about
+her."
+
+"Well--what of it?"
+
+A crafty expression came into her husband's face. He looked wise for a
+moment; then he said solemnly:
+
+"To make two people who are in love forget and forgive, all you have
+to do is to get them into each others' arms. That's the way it would
+be with them! Only stubbornness keeps them apart now--just
+stubbornness!"
+
+"Yes--that's true," admitted Fanny.
+
+"Well," he said significantly, "it's very simple--we must get them
+into each others' arms."
+
+"How?" she demanded.
+
+"Ah," he smiled, "that's where my idea comes in."
+
+Fanny looked at him curiously. It was the first time she had ever
+heard her husband say anything sensible.
+
+"Go on--tell me," she said eagerly.
+
+"If she sent for him," he went on, "he'd break all speed laws getting
+up here, and if he came for her of his own accord--if she thought he
+did that she'd be in his arms so quick that she'd make a bounding
+antelope look like a plumber's assistant going back for his tools!"
+
+Fanny looked puzzled. She did not quite understand his meaning.
+
+"What do you mean?" she asked.
+
+Her husband hesitated for a moment as if not daring to suggest what
+was on his mind; then suddenly he blurted out:
+
+"Suppose I 'phoned him--right now--that she had sent for him?"
+
+"'Phone him--that Virginia--"
+
+"Sure! He'd think she'd given in and she'd think the same of him. It
+would be a case of a pair of open arms, the rustle of a skirt, a
+little head on a manly chest and then good-bye John, farewell
+everything, and the lid is off! I imagine that is some idea!"
+
+Fanny clasped her hands nervously. Hesitatingly she exclaimed:
+
+"Oh--I think it's splendid! But--what if they found out?"
+
+"What would it matter if they'd already made up?" he grinned.
+
+"But do you think it would be right?"
+
+"Oh, no!" he cried mockingly. "Certainly not! It would be a terrible
+crime to unite a husband and wife and fix up a broken home! To say
+nothing of giving me back my regular job at a hundred and fifty. Shall
+I?"
+
+Fanny wrung her hands with excitement. It certainly was a daring plan.
+
+"I--I'm scared," she stammered, unwilling to commit herself.
+
+"I'm not," he said boldly, "I'm never afraid of any game where I can't
+lose! And if it came through, you know what it would mean for us--good
+clothes, good food, money to spend and nothing to worry about except
+moving down to a Hundred and Twenty-fifth street! What do you say?"
+
+"I don't know--" she answered hesitatingly.
+
+"And then," he continued persuasively, "you must think of little
+Virgie. A baby makes a lot of difference--"
+
+"Indeed it does," she replied warmly. "I bet Virginia would never have
+left Robert if they had had a baby."
+
+"Shall I do it?" he asked tentatively.
+
+"I'm scared. I am--honest I am!"
+
+"Oh, go on! Be game!" he coaxed. "Besides, we have everything to win
+and nothing to lose and for a gamble you can't beat that!"
+
+"But, Jimmie--" she exclaimed fearfully.
+
+He paid no attention to her objections. All absorbed in his idea, he
+went on eagerly:
+
+"There's no time to lose. Virginia's likely to be back any minute now
+and if we're going to put it through, we must do it quick. Shall I?
+Shall I?"
+
+Fanny, flustered, was at a loss what to say.
+
+"Why do you put the responsibility on to me?" she exclaimed. "You're
+the one to decide. You're the head of the house."
+
+He grinned. The head of the house? Of course he was. Why hadn't he
+thought of it before? That being the case, he need consult no one but
+himself. Swelling up with self-importance, he exclaimed:
+
+"Sure I am. I'll do it!"
+
+Going into the hall, he quickly took the receiver off the telephone.
+
+"Jimmie!" exclaimed his wife excitedly.
+
+He stayed his hand and looked around.
+
+"What?" he asked.
+
+"I don't think you'd better," she gasped.
+
+He eyed her sternly. If she had always awed him before, it was
+different now. As the originator of an idea that was going to save
+them all, he held the whip hand.
+
+"See here," he exclaimed, "Who is head of this house?"
+
+"I don't think you'd better," she pleaded.
+
+Shaking his head, he paid no attention to her protests:
+
+"I'm going to just the same," he said firmly. "You've got nothing to
+say about it. I'm the head of this house." Taking off the receiver he
+spoke into the telephone.
+
+"Hello--hello! Give me River 2540. Is this River 2540? Is Mr. Stafford
+there? Please tell him that Mr. Gillie wishes to talk to him. Yes, his
+brother-in-law, Mr. Gillie! Is that you, Mr. Stafford? This is Jimmie!
+No, not James--just Jimmie! Virgie told me to 'phone and ask you to
+come for her. Yes--that's it--I guess she can't stand being separated
+from you any longer. All right--I'll tell her. Good-bye!"
+
+Hanging up the receiver he closed the door and exclaimed triumphantly:
+
+"It's done!"
+
+"Oh--I'm scared to death!" gasped Fanny.
+
+"I ain't," he grinned. Proudly he added: "After all, it takes a man to
+rise to the occasion."
+
+"But if it should turn out wrong?" persisted his wife.
+
+He shook his head incredulously as if such a thing were an utter
+impossibility. With a shrug of his shoulders he said:
+
+"It's done now and that's all there is to it. I'll bet that by this
+time Stafford is in his machine and dashing up here like mad. Suppose
+he should get here before Virginia?"
+
+"That would spoil everything!" exclaimed Fanny.
+
+"Not necessarily," he replied loftily, as if no problem was so
+difficult that he could not grapple with it. "I'd probably get some
+kind of an idea in time to save the situation. Leave everything to
+me."
+
+Fanny, lost in thought, said nothing, while her husband nervously
+paced the floor. Glancing at the clock, he exclaimed impatiently:
+
+"I wish she'd come. She ought to be here by now--"
+
+He stopped and listened, and then going out into the hall, opened the
+front door. No one was there and he came back into the room:
+
+"I thought I heard her key in the door," he said.
+
+"I'm so worried," exclaimed Fanny anxiously.
+
+"What about?" he demanded airily. "I did the 'phoning. If there's any
+worrying to be done, let Jimmie do it!"
+
+"I wish you hadn't," she said timidly.
+
+"But I have," he cried. "Great Scott, ain't that just like a woman!"
+Reassuringly he went on: "Now look here, Fanny, you leave this to me.
+When Virginia comes you make yourself scarce, get busy in the kitchen
+or something and I'll talk to her. You'll see that I--"
+
+As he spoke there was the metallic click of a key turning in the front
+door lock.
+
+"Holy Jupiter!" he exclaimed. "Here she is! Be careful what you say."
+Greeting his sister-in-law amiably he called out: "Hallo, Virgie,
+we're in here!"
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XXI
+
+
+Virginia came in tired and worn-looking. Her clothes were soaked
+through from the storm and in her hand she carried a dripping
+umbrella. She smiled wearily as she greeted the others:
+
+"Hello, Fanny! How's this for weather?" Holding out her umbrella to
+her brother-in-law she said: "Here, Jim, please take this."
+
+While he went to put the gingham in the bathtub, Fanny helped to make
+the newcomer comfortable. With concern, she exclaimed:
+
+"Poor darling--you're wet through. You'd better change everything."
+
+Virginia threw off her raincoat and dropped, exhausted, into a seat.
+
+"I'm too tired to do anything but sit down," she exclaimed wearily.
+
+"Was it a hard day?" inquired her sister as she brought a pair of
+comfortable slippers to be exchanged for the wet shoes.
+
+"Very," replied Virginia with a sigh of relief. "There are some days
+when everything goes wrong. This was one of them. People were cranky
+and exacting--there was a terrific rush. I scarcely had time to lunch
+and tonight the cars were so crowded that I had to stand all the way."
+
+Jimmie, re-entering from the bedroom, caught the last few words.
+Anxious in furtherance of his plans to improve every opportunity of
+ingratiating himself in his sister-in-law's good graces he exclaimed
+apologetically:
+
+"That's tough! Was the same fellow on the car?"
+
+She nodded, while Fanny went to see how things were getting on in the
+kitchen.
+
+"Yes," she said listlessly.
+
+"And going downtown?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Did he speak to you?"
+
+"Of course not!" she exclaimed indignantly.
+
+"Well, if he does or if he gets fresh at all," said her brother-in-law
+with a fierce gesture, "you tell me and I'll punch his head!"
+
+"He won't," she smiled.
+
+"He'd better not."
+
+At that moment Fanny re-entered from the kitchen. Cheerfully she
+exclaimed:
+
+"Dinner's all ready to put on, but I'll get you a cup of tea first!"
+Pointing to the wet rubbers, she made a significant gesture to her
+husband. "Jimmie!"
+
+Docilely he picked up the rubbers and proceeded as before in the
+direction of the bathroom. Virginia looked at her sister gratefully.
+
+"You're very good to me."
+
+"Don't be silly!" exclaimed Fanny, as she busied Herself setting the
+table.
+
+Virginia smiled.
+
+"You're the best sister in the world!" she murmured.
+
+"No, I'm not, you are!" Cheerily, as her husband reappeared, she
+added:
+
+"Now you sit still and talk to Jim while I get the tea ready."
+
+She went out and the clerk carelessly took a chair. This was his
+opportunity. He could hardly hope for a better one. After a brief
+pause he said sympathetically:
+
+"You're not looking well, Virginia. These last three months have told
+on you."
+
+The young woman nodded. With a weary sigh she replied:
+
+"Yes--I know it."
+
+Thus encouraged, he continued:
+
+"I guess you don't like it any better than we do."
+
+"Like it!" she exclaimed. "Like working under tremendous pressure from
+morning till night in a public hotel corridor at the beck and call of
+the first comer, exposed to all kinds of insult and indignity? Like to
+have two dollars a week pocket money out of which I must pay my
+carfare and buy whatever I need? Like to come home every night so
+tired I can scarcely walk and with my head aching till I can hardly
+see? Like it! Like it, indeed!"
+
+Quietly he replied:
+
+"Then why don't you quit It? Why don't you go back to your husband?"
+
+Virginia started. In spite of herself, her face changed color.
+Abruptly she said:
+
+"I've asked you not to--"
+
+"I know you have, but tonight I'm going to talk sense to you if I
+never do it again."
+
+She held out a hand in protest.
+
+"Jimmie--I--"
+
+"Yes, I am," he interrupted. "I hate to see you going on like this.
+You've been away from Stafford for less than three months and, on the
+level, you look five years older. Why don't you go back to him?"
+
+"I've told you why--it's a matter of principle. You wouldn't have me
+give up my principles, would you?"
+
+He shrugged his shoulders as he replied dryly:
+
+"I don't know about yours, but I can tell you this about mine--if
+hanging on to 'em meant hard work, tired bones and an empty pocket
+while giving 'em up meant a fine house, a bully time and all the money
+I could spend, then I'd kiss my principles good-bye and pass 'em up
+without a quiver! That's common sense."
+
+She turned her head away.
+
+"We don't see things the same way," she said quietly.
+
+He rose from the chair and began to pace the floor in silence. Then,
+turning on her suddenly he said:
+
+"I never understood why you quit him anyway. Tell me, did he punch
+you?"
+
+"Certainly not!" she exclaimed indignantly.
+
+"Was he mixed up with another woman?"
+
+"Another woman! Robert? The idea!!"
+
+"Well, if it wasn't one of them, in heaven's name what was it?"
+
+"You wouldn't understand," she replied simply.
+
+He stopped short in front of her and folded his arms. With as severe
+an air as he could muster he said sternly:
+
+"Perhaps not, but here's something I can understand. Why did I quit my
+job? Because of you. Who has brought us down to this? You! Who makes
+Fanny work harder than any hired girl in the city? You! Who has ruined
+my career? You! You and your selfishness!"
+
+Taken aback by the suddenness of his denunciation, Virginia stared at
+him in surprise, as if not comprehending.
+
+"My selfishness?" she stammered.
+
+"Just that!" he sneered. With pretended indignation he went on: "And
+the things you were going to do for little Virgie! She was going to
+have a governess; she was going to learn music and painting when she
+grew up; she was going to have a horse. A horse! Ha! ha! The only
+horse she'll ever have will be a clothes-horse!!"
+
+Hurt in her most sensitive nature, Virginia listened to his words,
+each one of which fell on her with the weight of a blow.
+
+"Please, Jimmie, please!" she cried.
+
+But he had no pity; he was ready to inflict any suffering so long as
+it did not hurt himself and it accomplished his object.
+
+"Yes," he went on, "and she'll have to do the same as Fanny does,
+break her back washing the things to put over it! And why? Because you
+think more of your 'principles' than you do of your relations. Because
+you think only of yourself. Because you're selfish. That's why!"
+
+Almost in tears, Virginia put out her hand, pleading to him to desist.
+
+"Stop, please!" she cried. "Don't you see how nervous and tired I am?"
+
+At that instant Fanny re-entered with the tea things, in time to hear
+her sister's cry of distress. Turning indignantly to her husband, she
+said:
+
+"You behave yourself! What have you been saying to her, anyway?"
+
+He shrugged his shoulders as he replied carelessly:
+
+"I've been telling her things for her own good." Almost viciously he
+added: "And I'm going to keep on telling her."
+
+Virginia rose, her face flushed. With some spirit she cried:
+
+"No--you're not!"
+
+"Who's going to stop me?" he demanded.
+
+"I am," she said firmly. "I'm doing what I think is right and you're
+not going to bully me into doing what I think is wrong. If you ever
+mention my going back to my husband again, I'll--I'll--"
+
+"I suppose you'll leave us as well?" he said sarcastically.
+
+Fanny, meantime, was making frantic signs to her husband to desist.
+Angrily she exclaimed:
+
+"Jimmie--will you stop?"
+
+She was about to put her hand over her husband's mouth to silence him
+when Virginia interfered. In a resigned tone, she said weakly:
+
+"Let him talk. No, I couldn't leave you. I've got to have some one to
+love. And you know I love you, don't you?"
+
+"I should say so," exclaimed Fanny, embracing her.
+
+Taking her sister's hand Virginia turned towards her brother-in-law.
+The look of anger and defiance had died out of her face. In its place
+was a peaceful expression of patient resignation. Gently she said:
+
+"And I love the baby--dearly! Yes, and you as well, Jimmie! Oh, you
+don't know how hard this has been for me! You see, I've not only had
+my own sorrows and troubles--and they've been quite enough for any
+woman--"
+
+Fanny tenderly embraced her sister. Placing a cup of tea in front of
+her she said soothingly:
+
+"Never mind, dearie--everything will come out all right."
+
+Virginia shook her head. Mournfully she said:
+
+"But I've had yours as well--to know Jimmie lost his position because
+of me. To have you come down in the world like this--because of me; to
+know Jimmie is just where he started! To see you--breaking your
+back--at the washing--"
+
+Standing over her, Fanny stroked her hair, trying to reassure her.
+Cheerily she said:
+
+"Don't you worry about me. I'm all right."
+
+"It's been dreadfully hard," went on Virginia tearfully. "At times
+I've felt that I just couldn't bear it--that I should--have--to go
+back, because, after all, I'm only human! And I may have to go back
+yet--I may--" She stopped abruptly and threw back her head. With
+spirit she exclaimed: "No, I won't go back. I won't!" Then, her tone
+changing again, she said pleadingly: "But please don't talk about it
+any more. I'm so tired!"
+
+She sank listlessly into a chair at the table. Jimmie, judging the
+moment favorable to renew the attack, opened his mouth as if to speak,
+but before he could utter a word Fanny silenced him.
+
+"Oh, shut up!" she exclaimed, more forcibly than elegantly.
+
+"I didn't say anything," he protested.
+
+"No, but you were going to!" she retorted. Turning to Virginia and
+pushing the tea-cup before her, she said coaxingly:
+
+"Take your tea, dear, before it gets cold."
+
+Jimmie was repulsed, but not beaten. The prize was too important to
+permit of his accepting defeat so easily. Rising from his seat, he
+said in a more conciliatory tone:
+
+"I was only going to say--suppose he was to send for her--or come for
+her?"
+
+Virginia looked up with an expression of mingled surprise and alarm.
+Almost anxiously she exclaimed:
+
+"Robert--come for me! There isn't the slightest chance in the world."
+
+The clerk grinned knowingly. With the self-important air of a man who
+enjoys the confidence of others, he said significantly:
+
+"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."
+
+"Why what do you know about it?" demanded Fanny in pretended surprise.
+
+"He's crazy in love with her--that's what I know," he said.
+
+Virginia shook her head despondently.
+
+"Not enough to come for me," she said. "He said he would never do
+it--and he never will. That's the kind of man he is."
+
+"Per--perhaps" suggested Fanny, "just perhaps--he might."
+
+"No," murmured Virginia, "you don't know him as well as I. Once he
+makes up his mind, no one can induce him to change it."
+
+"But if he should," persisted Jimmie craftily, taking a seat near her
+and adopting a cordial, sympathetic tone.
+
+"He won't," replied Virginia sadly. "We'll have to go along just as we
+are! And we might be much worse off, don't forget that. Even as it is,
+we're getting twenty dollars a week between us. I'm getting seven and
+Jimmie's getting thirteen--"
+
+"I _was_ getting thirteen," interrupted Jimmie ruefully.
+
+Virginia looked at him.
+
+"They've raised you?" she asked quickly.
+
+"No. They've fired me."
+
+"Discharged?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Do you mean to say you have lost your job?"
+
+"Of course I have. How could you expect me to keep it? Do you think I
+could work under a man getting thirty dollars a week--me, who used to
+get a hundred and fifty?"
+
+"Fired!" echoed Fanny, turning pale. "Why--what's the matter?"
+
+Jimmie assumed an injured air. With nonchalance he explained:
+
+"Oh, I could see that lots of things were wrong with the system. When
+I went to give the manager of the department the benefit of my advice
+and wide experience, instead of taking it and being thankful for it,
+he fired me--fired me cold. The bonehead!"
+
+Virginia stared at him in dismay.
+
+"But what are we going to do now?" she cried.
+
+Fanny had collapsed on to a chair, the picture of utter
+discouragement. Weakly she repeated after her sister:
+
+"Yes, what are we going to do now?"
+
+"Don't worry," smiled the young man confidently. "Everything's going
+to be all right."
+
+"But if it shouldn't?" argued his wife.
+
+"It will," he retorted. With a significant glance towards his
+sister-in-law, he added: "You know about my new idea!"
+
+Fanny gave a snort of scornful incredulity.
+
+"Oh, you and your ideas!"
+
+He shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. What was the good of arguing
+with a bunch of women? That was just how his ideas had always been
+laughed at, and that was why he had never been able to do anything
+with them. Angrily he exclaimed:
+
+"I know what you think about 'em. Gee, but ain't you women the
+comforting lot!"
+
+With this parting shot he turned on his heel and disappeared into the
+kitchen. Virginia, afraid that she was the cause of this little
+domestic storm, said apologetically:
+
+"I'm sorry you quarrelled. Don't blame him too much, though. Things
+are rather hard for him."
+
+"For him?" echoed Fanny in surprise. "What about you?"
+
+"Oh, I'll manage," replied her sister quietly.
+
+"He had no right to lose that job," said Fanny angrily.
+
+"He'll soon find another," said Virginia encouragingly. "Till he does
+we'll get along some way. We've shared the good times together and
+we'll take the hard ones the same way."
+
+"My, but you are a thoroughbred!" exclaimed her sister admiringly. "If
+any girl ever deserved to be happy, you're the one."
+
+"The same to you and many of them," laughed Virginia.
+
+At that moment the front doorbell rang. Fanny half rose to go and
+open, but sat down again.
+
+"Oh, it's only the postman. Jimmie will go."
+
+Taking both her sister's hands in hers and bending over, Fanny
+embraced her sister affectionately. Soothingly she said:
+
+"Things ought to turn for you pretty soon, dear. I hope that they
+will. How I hope they do!"
+
+As she spoke the front doorbell rang again, this time more loudly.
+Fanny started to her feet.
+
+"I thought Jimmie was there. He must have gone out."
+
+"I wonder who it is?" murmured Virginia.
+
+"I'll go and see," said Fanny. "I hope it isn't company. Our next door
+neighbors have been threatening to call for some time."
+
+In no humor to be bothered by visitors, Virginia rose hastily.
+
+"I don't want to see anyone," she said. "I'll go and lie down."
+
+As her sister went toward the door, Virginia made a quick escape into
+the bedroom.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII
+
+
+When the telephone message had come, telling him that his wife wished
+to see him, Stafford had been instantly raised from the depths of
+gloomy despondency, to dizzy heights of hope and joy. A mere sound
+wave vibrating along a copper wire had made him the happiest and most
+amazed man in New York.
+
+He had come home particularly out of sorts that evening and instead of
+dining at his club as usual, had told Oku to prepare a meal. Since
+Virginia's departure he had seldom had the courage to dine at home.
+The large dining room with the big table set for himself alone only
+served to remind him the more keenly of his loss. Especially empty and
+cheerless they looked that day and his mind was obsessed by thoughts
+of the absent one when suddenly the loud ringing of the telephone bell
+had aroused his reveries. He picked up the receiver thinking it was
+Hadley calling him or possibly someone in his office, when to his
+amazement he heard the voice of Jimmie Gillie.
+
+A thrill ran through him as he listened. At last she had sent for him.
+His life was not to be irretrievably blasted, after all. Virginia was
+ready to forgive him and to come home again. He could scarcely believe
+his ears and in his joy he was ready to embrace the polished surface
+of the telephone. A reconciliation was possible without the sacrifice
+of his self-respect. He did not stop to analyze her motives or to
+question the authenticity of the summons. It was enough that her
+sister's husband said she wanted to see him. Then, suddenly, an idea
+occurred to him, which sent the blood from his face. He felt hot and
+cold in turns. Suppose she were ill, dying and they had sent for him
+because she was on her death-bed. He would not delay a moment.
+
+Touching a few electric bells, he set Oku and other servants running
+with hurry orders that galvanized new life into the sleepy household,
+and half an hour later he was in his motor car, speeding in the
+direction of Harlem.
+
+At the first sound of the bell, instinct had told Fanny who it was.
+She had delayed answering in order not to unduly alarm Virginia, and
+for a few moments she was at a loss what to do. Jimmie had hastily but
+discreetly disappeared, preferring to let his wife now play her role
+in the little comedy intended to bring Robert and Virginia together,
+but it was by no means an easy part to play and it was only when she
+knew that the millionaire was standing outside waiting for admittance
+that she quite realized how difficult was her task. There was no
+telling how the plan would work. A lie had been told, even if it was a
+lie in a good cause. If Stafford found out that he had been imposed
+upon, it might make matters worse, and as to Virginia she would
+certainly never forgive them.
+
+It was not, therefore, without misgivings that Fanny opened the door
+and with a cordial smile on her anxious face bade Robert Stafford
+welcome.
+
+He greeted his sister-in-law in his usual hearty manner, as if nothing
+had occurred to interrupt their intimacy and friendship. But it was
+easy to see that his thoughts were on one person only. Directly he
+came in, his eyes wandered round the apartment in search of her and he
+seemed to be listening intently as if for the sound of her voice.
+Standing still and questioning Fanny with an anxious look he asked in
+a low tone:
+
+"Where is she?"
+
+"Gone to her room, probably."
+
+"You're sure she's not ill?" he demanded anxiously.
+
+"Quite sure," smiled Fanny.
+
+"That's the truth, is it?"
+
+"Of course it is. She--she's a little tired, that's all."
+
+He gave a deep sigh of relief and taking off his greatcoat, threw it
+together with his chauffeur's cap on the sofa.
+
+"Thank God it's only that!" he exclaimed. "Jimmie said there was
+nothing the matter with her, but all the time I was coming up here I
+was thinking that perhaps suddenly she--" Pausing abruptly he said:
+"Tell her, please."
+
+Without a word or attempting to enter into any explanations which,
+under cross-examination, might become embarrassing, Fanny went to
+Virginia's room and knocked at the door.
+
+"It's someone to see you, Virgie!" she called out.
+
+"To see me?" echoed Virginia in a surprised tone.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Very well, I'll be there in just a minute."
+
+Approaching her big brother-in-law Fanny gently laid her hand on his
+arm. There was nothing to be said. Each understood the other.
+
+"Be very kind to her," she said pleadingly.
+
+"Don't worry," he smiled.
+
+"She's had a hard time."
+
+"So have I," he replied with some emotion.
+
+Fanny turned away and without another word left the room. For a few
+moments that seemed like years, Stafford remained alone, his eyes
+fixed on the door through which would presently pass the one woman in
+the whole world. It seemed like an age before she appeared. Would she
+never come? Then, all at once, the door opened and Virginia appeared
+on the threshold. On seeing who the visitor was, she stood like one
+spellbound. The blood went from her cheeks, leaving her deathly pale.
+She made a step forward, but stumbled and nearly fell. He darted
+forward and caught her in his strong arms.
+
+"Darling!" he whispered.
+
+Her head rested on his shoulder as it had done that first time the day
+at his apartment on Riverside Drive when he asked her to be his wife.
+Her pale, weary face was turned upwards, her tired eyes looking
+wonderingly into his. Her lips were within his reach, but he resisted
+the temptation. It was enough to feel that once more she was safe
+within his arms. Slowly she murmured:
+
+"Robert! You did come! You did!"
+
+"Of course I did," he said soothingly, as he stroked her hair
+caressingly.
+
+"I'm so happy, dear," she murmured.
+
+"You're not a bit happier than I am," he said, trying to keep back the
+tears that were fast filling his own eyes.
+
+"And you came for me!"
+
+"Of course, dear. Did you think I wouldn't?"
+
+"Yes, because I thought I knew you and understood you. But I didn't. I
+knew you were fine and big, but you are finer and bigger than ever I
+imagined and I adore you for it! Oh, my darling, you came for me!"
+
+He listened, bewildered, not understanding. Gently he said:
+
+"But, dear--I--don't--"
+
+She motioned him to a seat.
+
+"Sit down, sweetheart, and let me sit on your knee, just as I used
+to."
+
+"Yes, darling--just as we used to."
+
+He took off his coat, threw it on the sofa and sat on a chair in front
+of the table. Virginia, with a cry of delight, jumped on his knee and
+threw her arm around his neck.
+
+"Let me snuggle up to you in the way I love," she cried. "Hold me
+close--very, very close--and don't say a word--not even one."
+
+Too happy to ask questions, he held her tight in his arms. In a low
+voice she murmured:
+
+"I'm so tired, dear. I'm so tired--"
+
+Fondly, tenderly, he caressed her.
+
+"My poor little girl! Come, dear, the machine is outside. We'll go
+home at once."
+
+"Not yet--please--I'm too happy. And it's you. It's really, really
+you."
+
+"It really is," he smiled.
+
+"Yes," she went on, "I've hoped and longed and prayed that you would
+come for me, but I didn't think you would. I imagined that your pride
+wouldn't let you."
+
+"My pride?" he echoed, perplexed.
+
+"Yes. You said you wouldn't come unless I sent for you."
+
+Stafford started and stared fixedly at her.
+
+"Virginia!" he exclaimed.
+
+He was about to demand explanations when she interrupted him.
+
+"I'm not reproaching you, dear. I mention it because it makes your
+coming all the bigger and finer!" Rising she added; "I'm the happiest
+girl in all the world. You came for me. Nothing else matters--"
+
+Stafford listened to her in amazement. It was very clear. She had not
+sent for him after all. There had been some misunderstanding. Yet what
+of it? He had found her, he had clasped her once more to his breast.
+That was all he cared about. Not for anything in the world would he
+lose her again. He said nothing, gazing fondly into her dear tired
+face as she went on:
+
+"If you hadn't come, I should probably have had to come to you! And
+that would have robbed me of everything I've been fighting for. But
+now I shall know that I didn't have to do what I knew to be wrong, and
+it makes me so happy, dear! So happy! So very, very happy!"
+
+Sobbing she fell on her knees beside him and covered her face with her
+hands. For a moment or so he made no answer, but continued to caress
+her in silence. Then, slowly, he said:
+
+"Of course I came for you! If I had known all that it meant to you I
+should have come long ago--"
+
+She looked up at him eagerly.
+
+"Then you did miss me?"
+
+He nodded.
+
+"I can't tell you how lonely I was. You had Fanny and Jimmie and the
+baby, but I had no one. As I sat alone in the house--the bigness of
+which seemed to make it all the lonelier--I thought of you, and your
+goodness, and sweetness and there I fought things out--I fought them
+out, and now I can make you any promise that you ask."
+
+"But I don't ask any," she smiled.
+
+"I give it to you just the same. I shall never, forgive myself either
+for letting you go. But I'll make it all up to you now. Ask for
+anything you please and you shall have it--to-morrow we'll go to
+Tiffany's and--"
+
+Quickly she put her hand over his mouth.
+
+"Don't dear, don't!" she cried. "I don't want you to buy things for
+me--I just want you to love me, dear! To love me! Love me! Love me!"
+
+He smiled as he clasped her closer."
+
+"No matter how hard I tried I couldn't help loving you."
+
+"That's all I want," she murmured.
+
+Her face was turned upwards and he bent down and kissed her. They were
+still in each others' embrace when the door opened slowly and Jimmie
+cautiously put his head in. He grinned when he saw the good results
+that had come of his work.
+
+"May I come in?" he asked comically.
+
+"Yes and go out again--that way," laughed Stafford good-humoredly.
+Pointing to the front door he added: "Tell Oku to bring the things out
+of the machine."
+
+"You're on," grinned the clerk.
+
+"And keep your mouth shut," said Stafford in a low tone.
+
+"Tight as a clam!" grinned Jimmie.
+
+As the millionaire turned to Virginia the young man again interrupted
+them.
+
+"There's just one thing more," he said.
+
+"What?"
+
+"When do I go back to work?"
+
+"Tomorrow," laughed Stafford.
+
+"What salary?"
+
+"What salary were you getting?"
+
+"Well--one hundred and fifty a week."
+
+"You were," laughed his employer, "for about fifteen minutes!
+Well--one hundred and fifty goes."
+
+Jimmie nodded with satisfaction and went towards the door. Before he
+reached it he again turned round:
+
+"And do we get the auto?"
+
+"You do," laughed Stafford.
+
+"Fine!" grinned Jimmie.
+
+He disappeared and Stafford turned to Virginia.
+
+"He's still the same old Jimmie!"
+
+"And you're still the same generous Robert!"
+
+He smiled indulgently at her as he said:
+
+"I shall never miss what Jimmie gets."
+
+"And it means so much to them," murmured Virginia.
+
+"I'm glad it does. I'm glad I can make them happy for your--"
+
+Before he could complete the sentence, Jimmie reappeared.
+
+"Oku's coming," he grinned.
+
+"You didn't get wet?" laughed Virginia.
+
+"Not while I have my voice. I stood at the door and shouted to him.
+Here he is now."
+
+The door was pushed open and the Japanese butler entered carrying a
+fur coat which he gave to his master. The millionaire turned to him.
+
+"Oku, Mrs. Stafford has finished her visit to her sister and is coming
+home."
+
+"How are you, Oku?" smiled Virginia.
+
+The butler made a low salaam.
+
+"I am big obliged. Anything else, sir?"
+
+"Tell the chauffeur we're coming right out."
+
+"Anything else?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then excuse, please! Excuse! Oh, I am big obliged."
+
+The butler went out and Stafford hurriedly held up his wife's coat.
+
+"Here it is," he smiled.
+
+At that instant Fanny opened the door and cautiously peeped in.
+Jimmie, seeing her, called out:
+
+"Come in. It's all right."
+
+She entered, looking timidly at her brother-in-law. Apprehensively,
+she said to Virginia:
+
+"Is it?"
+
+Going up to her sister, Virginia threw her arms around her neck.
+
+"Yes--and I'm so happy!"
+
+"So am I," laughed Fanny almost hysterically. "One of Jimmie's ideas
+has turned out right at last."
+
+"One of his ideas?" echoed Virginia puzzled.
+
+"Yes--about you and Robert," said Fanny, ignoring her husband's dumb
+signals to keep silent.
+
+"Shut up!" he whispered fiercely.
+
+"Didn't she know?" demanded Fanny.
+
+The clerk made a gesture of disgust.
+
+"Know what?" asked Virginia in surprise.
+
+"Why--why--"
+
+"What didn't I know?" insisted Virginia. "What is it about you and
+me--" She looked to her husband for an explanation, but he was silent.
+Anxiously she said: "Robert, tell me! Tell me!"
+
+Stafford went up to her. Tenderly he replied:
+
+"I will. It probably would have come up some time and perhaps it's
+best that it has come up now. Listen, dear!"
+
+"Yes?"
+
+"Don't you think it would be best to start afresh without there being
+even a chance for a misunderstanding between us--start on a basis of
+absolute truth?"
+
+"Certainly! Aren't we starting that way?"
+
+Stafford shook his head as he replied gravely:
+
+"No, dear."
+
+Startled, she recoiled and looked at him in dismay.
+
+"Robert!" she exclaimed.
+
+"There's nothing to be alarmed about," he went on soothingly.
+"Everything is all right."
+
+"Tell me," she insisted firmly.
+
+"Well, dear, now please, please don't be worried about it--when I came
+I thought you had sent for me."
+
+She looked at him as if bewildered. Unable to comprehend she cried
+wildly:
+
+"You thought I--Then everything is wrong! Everything!"
+
+"No, dear," he replied firmly, "everything is right. You were fighting
+for a principle. Have you surrendered it?"
+
+"No," she stammered, bewildered.
+
+"You asked for a promise. I gave it and now I repeat it, so that is
+settled, isn't it?"
+
+"Yes," she faltered.
+
+"You said you wouldn't send for me and you haven't. Have you?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then don't you see, dear, all along the line you won the victory?"
+
+Jimmie, no longer able to contain himself, gave vent to a loud
+chuckle. Delighted at this successful outcome of his scheming, he
+cried gleefully:
+
+"It's more than a victory! It's a landslide!"
+
+Virginia remained silent. She was trying to understand. It was all a
+mystery. Yet why let it trouble her further? All she knew was that her
+husband had come for her and that her days of suffering were at an
+end. What mattered whose the victory so long as her tears were dried
+and they were reunited? Looking gratefully up at her husband she said
+gravely:
+
+"You thought the victory was yours, but when you found me claiming it
+and realized what it meant to me, you hand it to me without a word.
+That was a big thing to do!"
+
+"What does anything matter?" he said eagerly. "I love you, you love me
+and we are together again. That's everything, isn't it?"
+
+"Yes, dear, that's everything," she answered, looking up at him fondly
+and proudly. "We can go."
+
+"Let's hurry then," he said quickly, as if still afraid that his
+new-found bride might change her mind.
+
+"Quick, Jimmie--get Virginia's rubbers!" cried Fanny.
+
+"Sure," he said, disappearing on the run.
+
+Stafford handed the automobile veil to his sister-in-law.
+
+"You can fix this better than I," he smiled.
+
+While Fanny was adjusting the veil, Jimmie re-entered with the rubbers
+and put them on.
+
+Stafford picked up the fur coat.
+
+"Now for the coat," he said. Putting his hand in his waistcoat pocket,
+he added with a significant smile:
+
+"By the way, I've something else for you. It's from Tiffany's."
+
+Virginia made a gesture of protest.
+
+"Oh, Robert, didn't I tell you that--"
+
+"Wait! Wait!" he laughed. "You don't know what it is!"
+
+Taking from his pocket the wedding ring which three months before she
+had returned to him, he held it up and solemnly replaced it on her
+finger.
+
+"With eternal love," he said gravely.
+
+Taking her gently in his arms, he kissed her.
+
+
+THE END.
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Bought and Paid For, by Arthur Hornblow
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+Title: Bought and Paid For
+       From the Play of George Broadhurst
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+Author: Arthur Hornblow
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+Release Date: July 8, 2005 [EBook #16249]
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+<div class="text">
+<div class="front">
+
+<div>
+<h2>Bought And Paid For</h2>
+<p><span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">A Story of To-day</span></p>
+
+<p>From the Play of George Broadhurst</p>
+<p>by Arthur Hornblow</p>
+
+<p>Illustrations From Scenes In The Play</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+
+<p>New York</p>
+<p>Grosset &amp; Dunlap</p>
+<p>Publishers</p>
+<p>Copyright, 1912, by G.W. Dillingham Company</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<p style="text-align: center"><img src="images/image1.png" alt="Without Further Argument, He Seized Hold Of Her."></p>
+<p style="text-align: center">Without Further Argument, He Seized Hold Of Her.</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div class="div" id="toc"><a name="toc_1"></a><h2>Contents</h2><ul class="toc">
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_1">Contents</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_2">Chapter I</a></li>
+
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_3">Chapter II</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_4">Chapter III</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_5">Chapter IV</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_6">Chapter V</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_7">Chapter VI</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_8">Chapter VII</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_9">Chapter VIII</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_10">Chapter IX</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_11">Chapter X</a></li>
+
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_12">Chapter XI</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_13">Chapter XII</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_14">Chapter XIII</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_15">Chapter XIV</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_16">Chapter XV</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_17">Chapter XVI</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_18">Chapter XVII</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_19">Chapter XVIII</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_20">Chapter XIX</a></li>
+
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_21">Chapter XX</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_22">Chapter XXI</a></li>
+<li style="margin: 0em 0em;"><a href="#toc_23">Chapter XXII</a></li>
+</ul></div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="body">
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_2"></a>
+<h2>Chapter I</h2>
+
+
+<p>"How is he now, doctor? Don't&mdash;don't tell me there is no hope!"</p>
+
+<p>The wife, a tall, aristocratic looking woman who, despite her advanced
+years, her snow-white hair, her eyes now red and swollen from weeping,
+and pallid face seamed with careworn lines from constant vigils, still
+showed traces of former beauty, scanned the physician fearfully,
+trying to read in the expression of his countenance what the friend
+and man of science, out of sheer compassion, was doing his utmost to
+conceal. He had just emerged from the sick chamber; the trained nurse,
+methodical and quick, and singularly attractive looking in her neat
+uniform, had closed the door noiselessly behind him. Two young girls,
+one about eighteen and the other some four years her junior, both
+possessing more than average good looks, stood timidly in the
+background anxiously awaiting, together with their grief-stricken
+mother, to hear the dreaded verdict.</p>
+
+<p>The physician paid no attention to them, but paced up and down the
+room, his manner stern and forbidding, his head inclined in deep
+thought, as if bent under the weight of tremendous responsibilities. A
+noted specialist in pulmonary troubles, Dr. Wilston Everett was well
+past middle age, and his tall, erect figure, massive frame and fine,
+leonine head, crowned by a mass of stubborn, iron-gray hair, made him
+a conspicuous figure everywhere. His expression, stern in repose, was
+that of a profound student; it was a face where lofty thoughts, humane
+feeling and every other noble attribute had left its indelible
+impress.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Blaine watched him fearfully, afraid to intrude on his
+reflections. Finally, summoning up courage, she stammered weakly:</p>
+
+<p>"How do you find him&mdash;not worse, is he?"</p>
+
+<p>The doctor made no reply, but for a few moments stood looking at the
+three women in silence. He felt sorry for them&mdash;so sorry that it was
+only by the exercise of the greatest self-control that he kept his
+eyes from filling with tell-tale tears. Who, better than he, could
+realize the full extent of the misfortune which had suddenly befallen
+these poor people? It was almost the same as if it had happened to
+himself. Was he not, indeed, one of the family? Had he not been
+present at poor Blaine's wedding, brought each of these girls into the
+world and played with them on his knees? Now they had grown up to be
+young women, they looked upon him as their second father.</p>
+
+<p>Blaine, poor fellow, little thought that the end was so near! That's
+what he had got for giving up his life to the most exciting and
+ungrateful profession in the world. He had worked himself to death for
+a pittance, until, giving way under the strain, his constitution
+completely undermined, he proved an easy victim for pneumonia. If he
+had been less scrupulous, more of a grafter, if he had seen in his
+profession only the money to be made out of it, he might have been a
+rich man by this time. But he was honest, honorable to a fault. No
+amount of money could induce him to take tainted money. No matter what
+legal white washing he was promised, he would have nothing to do with
+thieves and perjurers. What was the result? After twenty years of
+legal practice he was still a poor man and here on his deathbed,
+suddenly struck down in the prime of life before he had time to
+properly provide for his dear ones.</p>
+
+<p>Probably there was no insurance. In fact, everyone knew that there was
+not. Blaine had admitted as much to him some time ago. He had said
+then that he had only $2,000 worth, but intended getting more. Now it
+was too late. Only a few paltry dollars&mdash;barely enough to bury him.</p>
+
+<p>The comfortably furnished room with its piano, books and pictures and
+other scattered evidence of culture and refinement, showed the manner
+in which the Blaines liked to live. Through the open window, affording
+a fine view of Central Park, with its rolling lawns, winding paths and
+masses of green foliage, came the distant sounds of busy traffic on
+the Avenue, ten stories below. Of course, they would have to give up
+all this. There was not the slightest hope for the patient. He was
+past human aid. It was only a question of a few hours, perhaps only
+minutes, when the end would come. Yet how could he break the terrible
+truth to this poor woman, to these children who now stood watching
+him, their lips not daring to give utterance to the dread question he
+could plainly read in their tired, red eyes?</p>
+
+<p>There was an unnatural silence. When anyone spoke it was in an almost
+inaudible whisper. Each seemed to feel that Death, grim and awful of
+aspect, was stalking invisible through the room. From behind the
+closed door where the father and husband lay dying there came no
+sound. Only an occasional sob from the wife, and the movements of the
+two girls as they endeavored to console her, relieved the oppressive
+stillness. Suddenly the doctor's eye encountered Mrs. Blaine's
+searching, questioning gaze. Averting his head, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"We must wait and hope for the best. You must be brave. He may rally.
+I don't like the heart action. That's what bothers me. If there's
+another sinking spell&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Blaine laid her cold, trembling hand on his. Quickly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"You won't go away?"</p>
+
+<p>He shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not. I'll stay until the crisis is past."</p>
+
+<p>The bedchamber door opened softly and the nurse appeared, with a
+worried look on her face.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it, nurse," demanded the physician quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"May I see you a minute, doctor?"</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Everett went towards the bedroom. Mrs. Blaine was about to follow
+when he turned and barred the way.</p>
+
+<p>"Let me see him, doctor. Please let me go in," she pleaded.</p>
+
+<p>The physician shook his head. Kindly but firmly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Not now. We may have to administer oxygen. You'd only be in the way.
+You are better in here taking care of your daughters. If you are
+needed I'll call you."</p>
+
+<p>He disappeared into the inner room, and Mrs. Blaine, feeling faint
+from anxiety and suspense, sank exhausted into a chair. The two girls,
+nervous and ill at ease, too young to grasp the full significance of
+the calamity that had befallen them, approached timidly. Fanny, the
+elder girl, stood still, alarm and consternation written plainly on
+her face. Her younger sister, bursting into a paroxysm of weeping,
+threw her arms round her mother's neck.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, mother!" she sobbed. "Surely God won't let papa be taken from us!
+I wouldn't believe in Him any more if He couldn't prevent that!"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Blaine raised one hand reprovingly as with the other she caressed
+her daughter's beautiful, long, dark hair.</p>
+
+<p>"Hush! Virginia, dear. It's wicked to talk like that. God does
+everything for the best. If it is His will, we must be resigned."</p>
+
+<p>Clasping her sobbing child to her breast, Mrs. Blaine sat in silence,
+her heart throbbing wildly, straining her ears to hear what was being
+done in the inner room, momentarily expecting to be summoned. As she
+sat there, enduring mental torture, each moment seeming like an hour,
+she rapidly thought over the situation. In spite of her grief, her
+helplessness, her brain worked lucidly enough. She realized that her
+husband was dying. Her life's companion, the father of her children,
+was going away from her&mdash;forever. Like a lightning flash, her whole
+life passed suddenly in review: She saw herself a young girl again,
+about Virginia's age, and with the same fondness for gaiety and
+companionship. She, too, had been fond of music, art and literature,
+and she was filled with ambition to make a name for herself. One day
+she met John Blaine, then a young law student. It was a case of love
+at first sight. They did not stop to consider ways and means. They got
+married, and to-day, after thirty years of loving companionship, her
+only regret was that she could not die before him. John had been a
+loyal friend, a faithful companion, both in fair weather and foul, and
+now their life's journey together had come to an abrupt end. It was
+too dreadful to think of. It seemed to her that all these happenings
+of the last few days&mdash;this sudden sickness, the coming of the trained
+nurse, Dr. Everett's grave demeanor&mdash;was a hideous dream from which
+she would soon awake.</p>
+
+<p>Their situation was, indeed, desperate. It had taken practically all
+John's income to live respectably. Living expenses were high and rents
+exorbitant. What made matters worse, there was practically no life
+insurance. John had intended taking out more, but it had been
+neglected. After the funeral and other expenses what would be left of
+the paltry $2,000? They would have to find a cheaper apartment. The
+girls&mdash;she herself&mdash;would have to find work of some kind. It would be
+terribly hard on the girls. Not only they lost a loving, devoted
+father, but at an age when a nice home, and comfortable surroundings
+meant everything in ensuring their future, they would find themselves
+penniless and forced to go out into a cold, unsympathetic world to
+earn their living. Fanny, she knew, would not mind. She was fond of
+work and had no artistic aspirations; but the blow would fall heavily
+on poor Virginia, who had set her heart on going to high school.</p>
+
+<p>"Why are you so silent, mother dear?" asked Virginia suddenly. "Of
+what are you thinking?"</p>
+
+<p>"Just thinking&mdash;that's all," sighed Mrs. Blaine.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia, not to be put off so easily, was about to insist on an
+answer less vague, when suddenly the bedroom door opened and Dr.
+Everett appeared. He advanced quickly into the room, his coat rumpled,
+his manner strangely agitated. It was so unusual to see the physician
+otherwise than calm and dignified that it seemed incredible that
+anything, no matter how important, could ruffle him. Mrs. Blaine's
+instinct told her the reason. Startled, she sprang to her feet.</p>
+
+<p>"My God!" she exclaimed. "He's not&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>The doctor shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>"No; a weak spell&mdash;that's all. You'd better come in. The children can
+remain here."</p>
+
+<p>The next instant the two sisters were alone.</p>
+
+<p>For a few moments the girls, their arms clasped round each other's
+waists, stood still, as if spellbound, staring at the door which
+mercifully veiled from their view the tragedy of life then being
+enacted in the adjoining room. Terror-stricken, too frightened even to
+cry, they sat down and waited, straining their ears to hear what was
+going on. Why had Doctor Everett summoned their mother? If Dad was
+worse, if the crisis had come, why were they, too, not permitted to
+see him? Instinctively they felt that their fears were only too well
+founded. They shuddered, and it seemed to them that they felt a chill
+in the air as if the Angel of Death had already entered the apartment
+and was hovering near them. Virginia, nervous and hysterical, began to
+cry. Fanny, endeavoring to appear brave, but inwardly as nervous, took
+the girl in her arms and spoke consolingly and sensibly to her as
+became an elder sister.</p>
+
+<p>But Virginia obstinately refused to be comforted. Burying her face on
+her sister's shoulder, she gave free vent to the storm of tears which
+had been gathering in her girlish bosom all day. Devoted to her father
+even more than to her mother, the mere thought of losing him was
+intolerable. He was her comrade, her adviser, her mentor. All she had
+undertaken or was about to undertake was to please him. If she had
+excelled in her studies and advanced more rapidly than other girls in
+her class, he was the cause. She needed his praise, his censure to
+spur her on in her work. With him gone, it seemed to her that her own
+life, too, had come to an end, not realizing, in her youthful
+inexperience, that it had not yet commenced.</p>
+
+<p>She was a singularly attractive girl and gave every promise of
+developing into a remarkably handsome woman. Slight and somewhat
+delicate in build, she was of brunette type, with a face oval in
+shape, small features and large, lustrous eyes shaded by unusually
+long lashes. The nose was aristocratic, and when she spoke her mouth,
+beautifully curved, revealed perfect teeth. Her hands were white and
+shapely, and the mass of dark, silky hair which fell luxuriantly over
+her shoulders was the despair of every other girl of her acquaintance.</p>
+
+<p>But it was not the possession of these mere externals that made people
+look twice at Virginia Blaine. If she had had only beauty there would
+have been nothing to particularly distinguish her from the many
+millions of girls to whom Nature has been kind. Beauty <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">per se</span>
+has no permanent power to attract. One soon tires of admiring an
+inanimate piece of sculpture, no matter how perfectly chiselled. If a
+woman lacks intelligence, <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">esprit</span>, temperament, men soon grow
+weary of her society, even though she have the beauty of a Venus de
+Medici; whereas, even a plain woman, by sheer force of soul and wit,
+can attract friends and make the world forget her ugliness. What made
+John Blaine's younger daughter an especial favorite was that in her
+case good looks were allied with brains. She made friends by her
+natural charm, her vivacity, her keen intelligence and uncommon
+strength of character, which, despite her youth, she had exhibited on
+more than one occasion. She was a merry-hearted, spirited, independent
+kind of a girl with decided views of her own regarding right and wrong
+and with the courage to express them. As the poet wrote:</p>
+
+<div class="lg">
+<p class="l">Her glossy hair was clustered o'er her brow</p>
+
+<p class="l">Bright with intelligence and fair and smooth;</p>
+<p class="l">Her eyebrow's shape was the aerial bow,</p>
+<p class="l">Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth</p>
+<p class="l">Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow,</p>
+<p class="l">As if her veins ran lightning.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Two sisters more unlike in character and tastes it would be almost
+impossible to discover. Fanny, the elder, lacked not only Virginia's
+good looks, and also her brains. Yet she was good-natured and
+easy-going, and, as long as she had her own way, managed to get along
+with everybody. She went through the lower grades of public school,
+but did not shine as a particularly bright pupil, evincing little love
+for books, and shirking study when possible. Her fondness for
+amusement and her uncultivated taste also led to her associating
+habitually with companions beneath her socially. She was a thoroughly
+good girl. A vulgar allusion would have shocked her, an impertinence
+she would have quickly resented; yet she seemed of a coarser fibre
+than the rest of the family, the reason for which, seeing that both
+girls had equal advantages and opportunities, only an expert
+psychologist could explain. She had gone through school mechanically
+as an unpleasant task to be gotten over with as soon as possible,
+taking no interest in her work, and when she came out her brain was a
+sluggish and unresponsive as one might expect. Well aware of her
+shortcomings, she made light of them, insisting laughingly that she
+was the dunce of the family and Virginia its genius. She would do the
+drudgery of housekeeping while her sister went to college.</p>
+
+<p>There was no bitterness, no jealousy in this apparent rivalry. Fanny
+was devoted to her little sister and proud of her cleverness. She
+declared that one day Virginia would make a brilliant marriage and
+then she could pay it all back. That Virginia should ultimately go to
+college had been fully determined on. Everything attracted her to a
+liberal education. She was ambitious; she craved knowledge and showed
+talent in almost everything&mdash;in music, composition, painting. To her a
+liberal education would mean everything&mdash;the widening of her mental
+horizon, the initiation into keen, intellectual delights. No matter
+what sacrifice was to be made, to college the girl should go. So
+declared the parents.</p>
+
+<p>Now all was changed. This blow which robbed her of her father also
+shattered her hopes for the future. All this flashed through
+Virginia's mind as they sat there, waiting. Turning to her sister, she
+said through her tears:</p>
+
+<p>"If the worst happened&mdash;Fan&mdash;if Dad died&mdash;we couldn't go on living
+here, could we?"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny shook her head. Sagely she replied:</p>
+
+<p>"No, I'm afraid not. Father's got no insurance. Mother says we've
+lived up to everything. I guess I'll have to go to work&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"So will I," said Virginia quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"What nonsense you talk, Virgie!" interrupted her sister almost
+angrily. "As if you were intended for work! Nature intended you to be
+a lady, and a lady you'll be if I have to work all the flesh off my
+bones. Don't you suppose mother and I haven't talked it over already."
+With mock contempt she went on: "You work! What at, I'd like to know.
+Giving music lessons or writing articles for the ten-cent magazines!
+It's different with 'yours truly.' I'm not a highbrow. I never cared
+for books or culture and all that sort of thing. But I guess as a
+saleslady in some store I'll make a hit. Anyway, I'll make enough to
+keep things going&mdash;so there'll be enough for you and mother.
+Now&mdash;there isn't any use arguing. It's college for yours, Virgie, and
+when you graduate you'll marry a millionaire and we'll all be happy
+and comfy."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia was about to protest when suddenly there was a commotion
+behind them. The bedroom door was abruptly opened and Dr. Everett came
+in, supporting Mrs. Blaine, who was weeping bitterly. The two girls
+sprang to their feet with a startled cry.</p>
+
+<p>"How's father?" they exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>Staggering to a chair, Mrs. Blaine clasped both her children to her
+breast.</p>
+
+<p>"Your father is in Heaven!" she murmured.</p>
+
+<p>Then she fell prostrate on the sofa, her whole being shaken by
+convulsive sobs. Virginia, panic-stricken, darted forward, but the
+Doctor held out a restraining hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't, child&mdash;let her cry. It will do her good."</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_3"></a>
+<h2>Chapter II</h2>
+
+
+<p>"Fanny! Where are my scissors? Did you take my scissors?"</p>
+
+<p>Seated in the centre of the small parlor, before a round table fairly
+well lighted by an electrolier suspended from the middle of the
+ceiling and littered with chiffons and laces, Mrs. Blaine stopped
+sewing and began a laborious search all over the board for the missing
+article. Finally the scissors were found hidden in the folds of what
+some day would be a graduation dress, but no sooner were they in use
+than something else was missing. Impatiently, the widow called out:</p>
+
+<p>"Fanny! I do wish you'd come here. I'll never get this dress done. Did
+you see the roll of satin ribbon?"</p>
+
+<p>But Fanny, busy just then with a customer in the outer shop, paid no
+attention to the summons. Virginia's new dress could wait&mdash;it was a
+whole month to graduation day anyhow&mdash;but business was not so good
+that one could afford to neglect a possible purchaser.</p>
+
+<p>Four summers had gone by since John Blaine's death yet in that
+comparatively brief space of time, his widow appeared to have aged ten
+years or more. Now bent, infirm, a chronic invalid, she did not look
+as if she would long survive him. The world goes on just the same no
+matter whose heart is breaking, and time flies so quickly that the
+happenings of a decade seem only of yesterday. But John Blaine was not
+forgotten. The flowers that each week decorated his grave, placed
+there by loving hands, served to keep fresh the father's memory.</p>
+
+<p>As far as was possible, the bereaved wife tried to keep to herself the
+sorrow that had slowly but surely undermined her health and made her
+an old woman before her hour. In her heart she knew that she would not
+long remain after the dear departed one; all she asked was that she
+should live long enough to see her girls happily married and taken
+care of. At first it had seemed as if existence without him was
+impossible, yet the regular routine of life must go on. Besides it was
+not fair to the girls. Her own life was irretrievably wrecked, but
+theirs had barely begun. It would be selfish to allow her grief to
+cast a permanent shadow over their young lives. They loved their
+father very dearly; his death had been a great shock to them. But they
+were young. They had a thousand outside interests to distract their
+attention. And youth, with its gaze still turned upward to the stars,
+soon forgets.</p>
+
+<p>When everything was settled, the widow found herself with a little
+less than $3,000, all she possessed in the world. To attempt to live
+on the interest alone of such a slender capital was obviously an
+impossibility, so it was decided that they would move uptown, where
+they would not be known, and open a little millinery shop. This was a
+bright idea that had occurred to Fanny. She had always been clever at
+trimming hats. Why not put her skill to commercial profit? She and her
+mother could very well attend to such a business, while Virginia
+continued in school. If they were only fairly successful, the income
+would pay expenses, carry them along and help keep their capital
+intact. Dr. Everett heartily approved the plan, not only because it
+might prove a source of steady income, but also because it would be
+distraction for the widow and help her to forget. Mrs. Blaine somewhat
+reluctantly consented, and the girls set out enthusiastically to look
+for a shop.</p>
+
+<p>After no end of running here and there all over New York, they found
+just what they wanted in one of the cheaper and more recently
+developed districts of Harlem. It was a narrow little store, with a
+fair-sized show window on Broadway, and with living rooms in the rear.
+Fanny declared it was just too cute for anything, and as she was the
+prime mover in the enterprise, a lease was signed without further
+delay, and the Blaine family took immediate possession.</p>
+
+<p>At first the girls were as delighted with their new home as are
+children with a new toy. It being Summer time, there was no school for
+Virginia, so she was free to assist in the store. She dressed the
+window and waited on the customers, and after a very busy day, which
+kept her on her feet from morning till night, thought she had never
+had so much fun in her life. For the nonce, books and music were
+forgotten. She was a smart little saleslady, succeeding in selling one
+after the other, for ten dollars, hats which had cost Fanny not more
+than two. But her coöperation was not to be for long. It was quite
+decided that in the Fall she was to go to High School. This was her
+mother's wish, and it had also been insisted upon by Fanny as a
+condition of their taking the store. Virginia, at heart, was glad
+enough to acquiesce. As they were too poor to keep a maid, she would
+willingly have stayed at home and shouldered her share of the daily
+toil, but an education meant a great deal to her, more than to most
+girls, and she would have relinquished her schooling only with bitter
+regret.</p>
+
+<p>Autumn came with its cooler weather and longer evenings, and when High
+School opened Virginia was sent to resume her studies, while her
+sister and mother, busy in the store, exerted every effort to keep the
+little household going. The younger girl felt keenly the sacrifice
+they were making for her, and determined to prove worthy of it. She
+began to apply herself more energetically than ever. A clever, brainy
+girl, she was highly sensitive to every surrounding influence, with
+ideas and ideals of her own, in full sympathy with the social side of
+life, yet independent and self-reliant, and just beginning to choose
+her own path in the bewildering maze of the world's devious
+thoroughfare. In High School she made astonishing progress. Her fine
+mentality enabled her to grasp quickly the most obtuse scientific and
+economic problems, and her natural taste for <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">belles lettres</span>
+
+making languages and general literature comparatively easy, she soon
+distinguished herself above the other girls of her class. Especial
+talent she showed for public speaking, having a good command of
+English, with forcible delivery and sound logic. So successful,
+indeed, was she in this respect, that in her final year, as graduation
+day drew near, she was picked out from among three hundred and fifty
+girls to deliver the class oration at the graduating exercises.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Blaine, overjoyed at this fulfillment of her fondest hopes, at
+once said she would make the graduation dress. Fanny and Virginia,
+knowing well the labor it would involve, demurred. It was too much of
+an undertaking. Their mother was far from strong; the sewing would
+tire her eyes. Besides, they could not spare the time from the store.
+It would be cheaper and quicker to buy the dress ready made. Even Dr.
+Everett, when consulted, shook his head and tried to discourage the
+widow from a task which he was afraid might prove beyond her strength.
+But Mrs. Blaine was not to be put off so easily. Since their father's
+death, she had let the girls have much their own way, but this time
+she was determined. It would be a labor of love, she insisted. Daddie,
+himself, would have wished it. And so, without further ado, work on
+the beloved graduation dress was commenced.</p>
+
+<p>And such work as it entailed! Running down town each instant, to buy
+satin and ribbon and laces and lining, unable to find what was wanted,
+or else purchasing something that did not suit and having to take it
+back and exchange it for something else. The girls literally wore
+their shoes to pieces, but they did not mind. They knew that making
+this graduation dress was the one great joy that had come into their
+mother's life since their father's death, and they were amply rewarded
+when, after a long and arduous shopping tour they returned home with
+the required article and handed it to her as she bent low over her
+work at the board she would look up with a smile and exclaim:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, isn't it beautiful? That's just what I wanted! Now I can get on
+with Virginia's dress."</p>
+
+<p>Thus, between working and studying, the days passed pleasantly enough.
+The little shop prospered, and all three were happy, each in her own
+way, Fanny in looking after the customers, Virginia in doing her
+lessons, Mrs. Blaine in working on her beloved graduation dress.</p>
+
+<p>It was about this time that a romance came into Fanny's heretofore
+prosaic existence. So far the poor girl had not enjoyed much of life.
+Her time spent between four walls, there was a very narrow horizon to
+her outlook on things. She rarely went out, took no part in the
+pleasures and gaieties of other young women of her age. When not
+waiting on customers, she was cooking. Yet she was always good-natured
+about it. Laughingly she called herself Cinderella, because, while her
+more favored sister might be dressing up to go to recitals, lectures
+or concerts, she would be in the kitchen washing up the dishes. She
+took it amiably, yet there were times when she had a quiet cry all to
+herself, when she thought that her mother, instead of being so much
+engrossed in making a fine graduation dress for sister, might remember
+that she, too, needed something pretty to wear.</p>
+
+<p>When, therefore, one evening at a neighbor's party, she happened to
+meet a young man who went considerably out of his way to pay her
+attention, she was greatly flattered and gratified. The very novelty
+of it startled her. Until now none of the eligible young men had so
+much as looked at her. Virginia, quite innocently, of course, had
+always monopolized their society. But this particular young man, whose
+name was James Gillie, seemed not in the least attracted to Virginia.
+In fact, he rather avoided her, appearing to be somewhat intimidated
+by her well-bred manners and cultured conversation. He made no secret
+of his preference for the homelier virtues of the elder sister, whose
+irrepressible propensity for picturesque, up-to-date slang and
+free-and-easy style put them on a more equal social footing. So began
+an acquaintance which resulted in the young man becoming a frequent
+and intimate visitor at the Blaine home.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. James Gillie was an original in more ways than one, and it was
+some time before either Mrs. Blaine or Virginia could bring themselves
+to approve Fanny's liking for a young man with ways so uncouth and
+vulgar and whose antecedents were obviously so plebeian. Of Irish
+parentage, but American born, James Gillie was a product of the newest
+America, the typical <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">gamin</span> of New York's streets, fresh and
+slangy in speech, keen to the main chance, not over scrupulous, shrewd
+and calculating. Fair and slight in build, he was about twenty-six
+years old and his upper lip was adorned with a few thinly scattered
+hairs, which he proudly termed a moustache. Otherwise he was
+unintelligent and ordinary looking, one of the many thousands of New
+York young men who, graduates of the slums, have been left to shift
+for themselves, and whose chief intellectual pastime has been standing
+on street corners reading baseball returns. Not only had he no
+education, but he was rather proud of the fact, affecting to despise
+bookish people as prigs and "high-brows." Incompetent and lazy,
+without any real ability, he worked only because he had to, and his
+standing grievance was that he was misunderstood, unappreciated and
+underpaid. The one good side to his nature, and the one which,
+perhaps, appealed most to Fanny, was the unconscious possession of a
+rich fund of humor. He was funny without intending to be, and this not
+only made him a diverting companion but ensured him a welcome
+everywhere. With the straightest of faces, he would say funny things
+in so ludicrous a manner that a roomful of people would go into
+convulsions. He laughed with them, not realizing they were laughing at
+him, but ever preening himself on being a very witty and clever person
+indeed. His greatest fault was inordinate vanity. He had the highest
+opinion of his own capacity, and he could never understand why
+capitalists generally did not tumble over each other to secure his
+services. At the present time he was earning the magnificent salary of
+ten dollars a week as shipping clerk, but this, he explained, was only
+a nominal stipend, as a starter. Before very long he would be
+president of the company. His hobby was inventing things. So far he
+had not made enough by his brain to purchase a collar button, but
+ideas were coming thick and fast, and he was convinced that the day
+was not far distant when he would make a great fortune. That is why,
+all things considered, he believed himself, despite his obscure origin
+and lack of education, a desirable match for the proudest girl in the
+land.</p>
+
+<p>"Fanny! Where's my tape measure? I can't find my tape measure."</p>
+
+<p>Once more Mrs. Blaine laid down her work and began to rummage among
+the mass of chiffons and laces piled up before her. In the shop
+outside she could hear her daughter laughing and talking. Impatiently
+the widow called out:</p>
+
+<p>"Can't you come and help me, Fanny? Who are you talking to?"</p>
+
+<p>"It's Mr. Gillie, mother," came the answer. "He's helping me close the
+store."</p>
+
+<p>A look of anxiety crossed Mrs. Blaine's face. It went against the
+grain to entertain a person like Mr. Gillie, but for her child's sake
+she said nothing, and when he called, as he had done very frequently
+recently, she had tried to receive him as cordially as possible. But
+to-night she was very tired. At times she felt dizzy and faint. His
+interminable chatter and boasting would only weary her more. So,
+hoping the visitor would take the hint, she called out again:</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't Virginia home yet? It's getting very late."</p>
+
+<p>"She couldn't be here yet," called out Fanny. "The concert's not over
+till ten. We've all closed up now. I'm coming right in."</p>
+
+<p>A moment later the young girl appeared, followed more leisurely by Mr.
+Gillie.</p>
+
+<p>The shipping clerk entered jauntily, a lighted cigar in his mouth,
+full of self-assurance. He wore a check suit much too small for him, a
+pink tie, and patent-leather shoes. Fanny's face was red and her
+manner somewhat flustered, but this the mother, bent low over her
+work, did not notice.</p>
+
+<p>"Good evening, m'm," said Mr. Gillie, coolly seating himself without
+waiting to be asked. Sitting back, crossing his legs and carelessly
+flecking his cigar ash on the floor, he added in patronizing tones:
+"How's the world using you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Good evening, Mr. Gillie," returned the widow graciously. "How are
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, fairly well to middlin'." Glancing at the littered table, he
+said: "Still busy on the graduation dress, I see."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Blaine sighed wearily.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;it's taking me longer than I bargained for. Sometimes I feel
+very tired. I wish Virginia was here to try it on."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny glanced at the clock. With a quick, significant look at Mr.
+Gillie, she said quickly:</p>
+
+<p>"She'll be here any moment now. The concert is usually out by this
+time." There was an awkward pause and then she stammered: "Mr. Gillie
+has something to say to you, mother."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Blaine laid down her work and looked up in surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"Something to say to me?" she echoed in amazement, looking inquiringly
+from her daughter to the visitor.</p>
+
+<p>But Fanny, her face crimson, had already bolted into the kitchen,
+while Mr. Gillie, his chair tilted backward, a picture of magnificent
+unconcern, coolly blew smoke rings into the air.</p>
+
+<p>"Something to say to me?" repeated Mrs. Blaine.</p>
+
+<p>"Asch&mdash;ooah!"</p>
+
+<p>His chair suddenly returning to the floor level with a thud that shook
+the house, Mr. Gillie sneezed violently, a physiological phenomenon
+which curiously enough never failed to present itself when any
+extraordinary pressure was put upon his brain cells. Wiping his watery
+eyes with a pink-bordered handkerchief&mdash;a color he rather affected&mdash;he
+began eloquently:</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Blaine, you're a sensible woman. I feel I can talk to you plain.
+There comes a time in every man's life when he feels lonesome&mdash;when it
+looks good to him to have someone round all the time, looking after
+things&mdash;his dinner, his clothes, and so on. Why, sometimes I go around
+for weeks with my suspenders only half fastened, just because I've got
+no one to sew a button on. It gets on a feller's nerves&mdash;yes, it
+does&mdash;until at last he says to himself: 'Jimmie, my boy, you've
+knocked about alone long enough. You want to hitch up with some girl
+and take it easy a bit.'" He stopped a moment to gauge the effect of
+his words, but as Mrs. Blaine gave no sign that she understood what he
+was driving at, he proceeded: "I'm not much good at speechifying. With
+the frills all cut and to come to the point, this is what it is: Fanny
+seems the kind of girl I'm looking for, and I don't see I could do any
+better. I've just asked her, and now it's kinder up to you&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>The widow took off her spectacles and gasped. Could she have heard
+aright? He was actually asking for Fanny. She was amazed not so much
+at his monumental selfishness and impudence as that Fanny herself
+could have given him the slightest encouragement. She fully realized
+that times had changed since the days when they lifted their heads
+proudly in the world, but to sink as low as this seemed too terrible,
+too humiliating. Yet, after all, could she blame her daughter? What
+was her present life, what would be her future, without education,
+without money&mdash;unless she had someone who could take care of her?
+Dissembling her indignation as much as possible, she inquired suavely:</p>
+
+<p>"This takes me very much by surprise, Mr. Gillie. You will, of course,
+allow me leisure to talk it over with my daughter. May I ask if your
+means permit you to provide a comfortable home for Fanny&mdash;the kind of
+home to which she has been accustomed?"</p>
+
+<p>The muscles of Mr. Gillie's nostrils contracted and for a moment it
+looked as if his slight frame were again about to be shaken
+convulsively by a mighty sneeze, but the spasm passed. He merely
+coughed loudly to clear his throat. Then, glancing round the room in
+which he was sitting, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I guess we'll be able to put on as good a front as this, all
+right, all right." Tilting his chair back until it seemed physically
+impossible that he could maintain his balance, he went on between
+puffs of his cigar:</p>
+
+<p>"You see, m'm, I'm not the kind of man that's satisfied to go on
+working all his life for only just enough to keep body and soul
+together. That's all right maybe for pikers&mdash;poor devils that have no
+spunk&mdash;but not for 'yours truly.' I'm a pusher, a climber, I am, and,
+what's more, I'm a man with ideas. No one can keep me down in the
+world. One of these days I'll be driving my own automobile and Fanny
+will be riding in it with me. It's no 'guff' I'm giving you. I'm the
+real 'goods.'"</p>
+
+<p>"You are a shipping clerk, I believe," said Mrs. Blaine when she could
+get in a word sideways.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, m'm," he snapped, "a shipping clerk&mdash;what of it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Is that a very&mdash;lucrative position?"</p>
+
+<p>He laughed derisively as if it was absurd to imagine he was going to
+remain a shipping clerk all his life.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I'm only a clerk now, but I'll be boss some day&mdash;see if I don't."</p>
+
+<p>"Might I ask what your present income is?" inquired the widow blandly.</p>
+
+<p>For the first time Mr. Gillie seemed at a loss for an answer.
+Awkwardly shifting his cigar to the other corner of his mouth, he
+stammered:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not getting much now&mdash;ten a week&mdash;that's all." Hastily he
+continued: "But it won't be for long. The big men down town know
+me&mdash;they know what I'm worth to them. They're just watching me. Any
+day they may make me an offer that would land me in Easy Street.
+Besides, sooner or later I'll astonish people with one of my
+inventions. I'm full of new ideas. Some of them are bound to make
+money. It's a cinch!"</p>
+
+<p>How long he would have continued in this strain there is no telling,
+for, although not talkative usually, he always became extraordinarily
+loquacious when encouraged to speak of his own affairs. Utterly
+exhausted by his chatter and feeling dreadfully tired, Mrs. Blaine
+began to wish that her unwelcome visitor would go. The room was full
+of tobacco smoke and his free-and-easy manner irritated her extremely.
+Of course, his proposal was ridiculous, an impertinence. It was
+Fanny's fault for having encouraged him. But it was best to say
+nothing&mdash;to just drop him gently. An awkward pause followed during
+which the widow, fatigued as she was, plied her needle more
+industriously than ever, while the would-be Benedict, nicely balanced
+on his chair, amused himself sending rings of smoke up to the ceiling.
+Happily, at this juncture, Fanny returned from the kitchen. She had
+noticed the strained silence and feared it boded ill. A glance at her
+mother's face was enough. Quickly she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Now, mother, you must go to bed. Mr. Gillie will excuse you, I'm
+sure. It's getting real late."</p>
+
+<p>Taking the hint, the shipping clerk rose to his feet. With a grin he
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"That's right, m'm&mdash;all work and no play don't agree with nobody.
+That's my maxim. Well, good night, ladies!" As he shuffled off,
+accompanied to the door by Fanny, he said in an undertone: "It's O.K.,
+Fan&mdash;I put it to her good and hard&mdash;it's you for mine, all right!"</p>
+
+<p>As they passed along the dark passage he profited by the opportunity
+to snatch a kiss, and as they bade each other good-bye he said:</p>
+
+<p>"You'd better get after mother. She was for handing me a nice, juicy
+lemon, but I gave her a line of talk that fetched her. Good night,
+sweetheart!"</p>
+
+<p>Just as he was going out at the front door, Virginia came up.</p>
+
+<p>"Good evening, Mr. Gillie," she said politely.</p>
+
+<p>He laughed as he chucked her playfully under the chin.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Gillie?" he echoed. "What's the matter with James or Jimmie? Good
+night, little sis!"</p>
+
+<p>With a boisterous laugh he went out into the street and shut the door.
+Virginia, astounded, looked at her sister and laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the matter with him to-night?" she exclaimed. "Is he crazy?"
+Without waiting for an answer, she added quickly: "How's mother?"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny averted her face. She dreaded taking Virginia into her
+confidence; somehow she could not tell her. Briefly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"She's very tired&mdash;been working until now. We expected you home
+earlier. She wanted to try on the dress."</p>
+
+<p>Quickly removing her hat and coat which she threw on a convenient
+chair, Virginia answered:</p>
+
+<p>"The concert was out later than usual. Dr. Everett was there. He
+brought me to the corner. How long has Mr. Gillie been here?"</p>
+
+<p>"All evening," replied Fanny. Then suddenly the elder sister flung her
+arms round Virginia's neck.</p>
+
+<p>"Virgie!" she exclaimed, "what do you think? Mr. Gillie has asked me
+to marry him."</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_4"></a>
+<h2>Chapter III</h2>
+
+
+<p>Each day brought graduation day nearer, and Mrs. Blaine, becoming more
+and more nervous as the great event approached, made strenuous efforts
+to get the dress finished in time. There were vexatious delays without
+number. It was difficult to find the right material or else something
+went wrong with the measurements and all had to be done over again.
+From morning till night, day after day, the old lady sat in doors, at
+the table piled high with dressmaker's litter, deeply engrossed in her
+self-appointed labor of love.</p>
+
+<p>In vain Virginia and Fanny protested. Their mother refused to listen
+to them. This dress, she insisted, was her one joy in life. It would
+be cruel to deprive her of anything which afforded her so much
+pleasure. They said no more, but they noticed with alarm that each day
+their mother seemed to age a year. Her cheeks became more hollow, her
+face more chalky white. She complained continually of pains in the
+region of the heart, and it was plainly discernible that she was
+rapidly growing more feeble.</p>
+
+<p>One day when Dr. Everett was paying them one of his regular weekly
+visits Virginia took him aside and told him of her anxiety. He seemed
+to know already what she had to say. Taking both her hands in his, in
+that big-hearted, paternal manner so characteristic of him, he said
+impressively:</p>
+
+<p>"Dear child&mdash;you must be brave. You cannot expect to have your mother
+always with you. She is tired and world-weary. She has earned that
+beautiful, eternal sleep which alone brings perfect peace. An organic
+disease of the heart, which remained latent up to the time of your
+father's death, has now become very pronounced. Trouble and sorrow
+have aggravated the condition. Your mother may live for years; then
+again she may pass away from us any time. One never can tell what will
+happen when the heart is in that state."</p>
+
+<p>A long spell of weeping followed this confidential chat with the
+doctor, and for days Virginia went about only a shadow of her former
+self.</p>
+
+<p>How cruel was life! she mused. First to lose her father, and now her
+best, her only friend! What would she do when her mother was gone?
+Fanny was hardly a companion. She was so different; her tastes and
+pursuits were not the same. There was not the same bond of sympathy
+between them. If anything happened, they would, of course, go on
+living together as usual, but how different their life would be!</p>
+
+<p>Nothing further had been said regarding Mr. Gillie's proposal. Fanny
+had not mentioned it again, and both Virginia and Mrs. Blaine were
+silent. Instinctively Fanny knew that her mother and sister
+disapproved of the match and inwardly she resented it. Why should they
+interfere with her happiness? She had a right to look after her own
+interests. What better offer could she expect? Suppose James was a
+rough diamond; he might still make a better husband than some other
+man better educated. He had had no advantages, but he was respectable
+and clever. Everyone admitted that he was smart. His ideas were simply
+wonderful. One of these days he would make a lot of money with his
+brains, and then she would be proud to be his wife. Thus she reasoned
+and, once she made up her mind, nothing could alter it. Mr. Gillie
+continued his visits and made himself quite at home until, at last,
+they all called him by his first name and it became quite natural to
+see him there. There was no more talk of marriage, but both Mrs.
+Blaine and Virginia soon arrived at the conclusion that he and Fanny
+were tacitly engaged.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia sometimes wondered if she herself would ever marry, and, if
+so, what kind of man she would choose for a husband. What she knew and
+heard of marriage had not filled her with any keen anxiety to enter
+the married state, or with any profound respect for matrimony as a
+social institution. In theory it was beautiful; in practice it left
+much to be desired. Like any thoughtful girl having a broad, sane
+outlook on life, she fully appreciated the dangers and unhappiness
+that may attend unions entered into lightly and carelessly, without
+such safeguards as regards morals and health, as a paternal State
+should properly control.</p>
+
+<p>Although a girl of high moral principles, she was not innocent. Are
+there any such? Innocence is, of necessity, the sister of ignorance.
+The conditions of modern existence render it impossible for any girl,
+once she has attained the age of fifteen, to continue unacquainted
+with the main facts of life, and some are initiated at an even
+tenderer age. How is it possible for any maiden to remain
+unenlightened in this regard these days when sensational, muck-raking
+prints throw the searchlight of publicity into every boudoir and spicy
+details of society's philandering fill column after column in the
+breakfast table newspaper? No matter how little curiosity a
+healthy-minded girl may have, by reason of a natural coldness of
+temperament, to acquire such knowledge, it becomes, in spite of her,
+part of her daily surroundings and she cannot escape its
+contaminating, demoralizing influence.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia was no fool. Now nearly nineteen, she knew everything about
+life which an intelligent girl should know. What puzzled her most was
+to determine her own mental attitude towards marriage. Not yet having
+met a man for whom she could feel any especial regard, the idea of
+forming with any man as close an association as marriage would mean
+was repellent to her. The intimate relation the marital tie
+pre-supposes frightened and appalled her as it has done many times
+before thousands of passionless, strongly intellectual women who,
+bringing cold analysis to bear on the sexual instinct, rebel at the
+subordinate, humiliating role which the weaker sex is called upon to
+play in Nature's vast and wonderfully complex scheme.</p>
+
+<p>Not that she was passionless or lacking in temperament. The girl in
+"whose veins ran lightning" could hardly be accused of indifference to
+the opposite sex. She liked several young men, but there was not one
+of them whom she could bring herself to think of in the light of a
+husband. Girls often married for other than sentimental reasons. Of
+that she was well aware. Self-interest was at the bottom of most
+marriages. Cupid, guileless as he seems, is often a shrewd,
+calculating little gnome in disguise. If a girl has no means, no
+friends, no way of earning a living, what is going to become of her
+unless she seeks refuge in marriage? Her first instinct is to find a
+husband, a man sufficiently well off to support both. There was, of
+course, only one word with which to brand that sort of thing. It was a
+legalized form of prostitution, an approved system of cohabitation
+which must be horrible and detestable to any girl of decent instincts,
+no matter which way she looked at it, and yet it was a state of white
+slavery which society fully condoned and ever approved. Hundreds of
+virtuous girls thus sold themselves&mdash;to the highest bidder. The slums
+had no monopoly of the white slave traffic; it flourished equally well
+on fashionable Fifth Avenue, where its countless victims, for the
+honor of the system, managed to conceal their tears from the world.
+What did bridge-playing mothers care about their daughters' happiness
+so long as they were able to procure for them rich men who could give
+them fine houses, servants, and automobiles? It was all hideous and
+ghastly, when viewed thus sanely, and Virginia shuddered as she
+thought of it. To such degradation as this she would never sink. Never
+would she marry a man whom she did not truly love. If it came to the
+worst she would go as domestic servant or even starve rather than
+surrender her self-respect.</p>
+
+<p>Graduation day was almost at hand, but the dress was still unfinished.
+There was considerable work yet to be done on it. The nearer came the
+important event, the more nervous and exhausted Mrs. Blaine showed
+herself. She had already had several fainting spells and on one
+occasion the girls were so alarmed that they thought the end had come,
+peacefully and suddenly. But the widow rallied and, in spite of her
+daughter's protests, insisted on continuing with her work. Marvelling
+at her determination, touched by this pathetic exhibition of maternal
+devotion, Virginia would sit silently for hours, her eyes filled with
+tears, watching the dear, tired fingers swiftly and skillfully plying
+the needle.</p>
+
+<p>One evening the little family was assembled in the stuffy parlor back
+of the store. Mrs. Blaine, tired after a long day's toil, had sunk
+back in her armchair, dozing. Her head had fallen forward on her
+breast, a piece of hemming on her knee. In order not to disturb her,
+the girls conversed in low tones. Virginia was reading, her favorite
+occupation, while her elder sister, engaged perhaps more usefully, was
+darning stockings.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly the front door bell rang. With an anxious glance at her
+mother to make sure that the noise had not disturbed her, Fanny
+tip-toed out of the room and presently returned, followed by James
+Gillie. The shipping clerk entered clumsily, in his characteristic,
+noisy style. Jocularly he cried out:</p>
+
+<p>"Good evening, everybody!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia quickly held up a protesting finger, while Fanny exclaimed
+angrily:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you see that mother's asleep?"</p>
+
+<p>Throwing his hat and coat on a sofa, the newcomer sat down gingerly on
+a chair. With a glance at the old lady, he demanded:</p>
+
+<p>"What's she sleepin' here for? Why don't she go to bed?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia, always irritated by his <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">gaucheries,</span> pretended not to
+hear and went on with her book, but Fanny answered him. In a whisper
+she said:</p>
+
+<p>"She's tired out." Anxiously she, added: "I don't like the way she
+looks to-day. I think it's the heart. I'll telephone the doctor
+to-morrow&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie gave a snort of disapproval.</p>
+
+<p>"Pshaw! What's the good?" he exclaimed contemptuously. "Those doctors
+can't do nothing; they're the worst kind of fakers. All they do is to
+look wise, scribble on a bit of paper some words no one can read&mdash;not
+even the druggist&mdash;and charge you a two-spot. It's to laugh!"</p>
+
+<p>"Dr. Everett doesn't charge us anything&mdash;so you're wrong for once,"
+interrupted Virginia, glad of the opportunity to give him a dig.</p>
+
+<p>"I ain't talkin' about any particular doctor," went on the shipping
+clerk, unabashed. "I'm agin all doctors. They're a bunch of crooks, I
+tell you. It's you women with your imaginary ailments who keep 'em
+going. If doctors had to depend on men for a living, they'd have to
+take to shovelling snow."</p>
+
+<p>"Hardly in summer time," said Virginia dryly.</p>
+
+<p>"No," he retorted as quickly; "then they could run ice cream parlors."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny, who had resumed darning her socks, smiled. She enjoyed these
+little encounters between her sister and her fiancé. Virginia was no
+mean antagonist when it came to an argument, but she was no match for
+Jimmie. However, thinking the sparring had gone far enough, she
+adroitly changed the conversation.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, how's business to-day, Jim?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, on the blink&mdash;as usual. Nothing doing; I'm sick of the whole
+outfit. But say, girls&mdash;!"</p>
+
+<p>"What?" exclaimed Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"You won't tell anyone if I tell you something?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked up from her book. Even she was interested.</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Fanny, "we won't tell. What is it?"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie sat up and cleared his throat as if preparing to make some
+highly important communication. Then, leaning forward, he said in an
+impressive tone:</p>
+
+<p>"I've got the greatest idea&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Really?" exclaimed Virginia sceptically.</p>
+
+<p>Too full of egotism and self-importance to note her sarcasm, the young
+man beamed with self-satisfaction as he proceeded enthusiastically:</p>
+
+<p>"Greatest thing you ever heard of! There's millions in it. My name
+will ring round the world. If only I can get the backing, my fortune
+is made&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny's face flushed with pleasure as she bent eagerly forward to hear
+every detail of this scheme which would some day make her a rich
+woman. Even if the dream never came true, the mere hope that it might
+was enough to give her a thrill. Virginia remained cold. She was more
+cynical, having already heard many speeches of the same kind and from
+the same quarter&mdash;all dealing with wonderful projects that invariably
+met with a sudden death. This announcement of a new idea, therefore,
+did not even make her look up.</p>
+
+<p>Expanding his chest, Jimmie proceeded with dignity.</p>
+
+<p>"This idea of mine will revolutionize railroad travel in this
+country&mdash;do you know that? It will bring Chicago far nearer New York
+than it is now. How? By cutting down the running time of the fastest
+trains. When the railroad men hear of it&mdash;and see how simple it
+is&mdash;they'll hail me as a public benefactor&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"But what is it?" interrupted Fanny eagerly. "You haven't told us what
+it is."</p>
+
+<p>Beaming with self-importance, he tilted forward on his chair. Fanny,
+tense with the excitement of suspense, strained her ears. Even
+Virginia deigned to stop reading and pay attention. Clearing his
+throat he began:</p>
+
+<p>"You must first understand that the chief difficulty railroads meet
+with in maintaining a fast schedule is the vexatious delays caused by
+stops at way-stations. My idea does away with all stops. I eliminate
+them entirely, and yet I pick up all the passengers who wish to travel
+by that particular train&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He stopped and looked at them as if he expected exclamations of wonder
+and demands for further explanation. Virginia looked puzzled. Fanny,
+quite excited, beamed with enthusiasm.</p>
+
+<p>"How do you do it?" exclaimed the elder sister admiringly. Assuredly
+she had made no mistake when she had selected so gifted a life
+partner.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," demanded Virginia. "How do you pick them up?"</p>
+
+<p>The young man laughed outright. Confidently he went on:</p>
+
+<p>"Pick 'em up? It's so easy that I can't understand why no one ever
+thought of it before. Did you ever see the way the fast expresses pick
+up mail bags? Near the track there is an upright post, from which
+extends an arm. On this arm is suspended the mail bag. The onrushing
+train, which is travelling perhaps at a speed of a mile a minute, is
+fitted on the outside with a sort of hook which catches the mail bag
+and jerks it into the car. Well, that same idea can just as well be
+applied to waiting passengers as to waiting mail bags. The passengers
+would all be gathered together in a car which would wait on a siding
+for the arrival of the express. By some mechanical
+contrivance&mdash;exactly what it would be I haven't yet figured out&mdash;this
+waiting car would be instantly switched on to the rapidly-moving
+express&mdash;would become, so to speak, the rear car. The passengers would
+go forward through the vestibule to take their seats in the train
+proper and the emptied waiting car would then be unswitched and go
+back to the station to begin the performance all over again&mdash;all this
+while the train was going at top speed. Isn't that some idea? Isn't it
+a dandy?"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny was silent. Virginia, hardly able to control her merriment, took
+up her book again. Jim was about to enter into further details when
+suddenly there was a noise behind them. Fanny started up with a cry.</p>
+
+<p>"Virginia! Look!" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Blaine had half fallen out of her chair. In her sleep she had
+lost her balance and slipped down sideways. With the clerk's
+assistance the two girls sat her up again. Apparently she was not
+hurt, but her eyes were closed. She was strangely silent, and her
+hands were very cold. When they laid her head gently back on the back
+of the armchair they noticed that she was very white.</p>
+
+<p>"She's fainted!" cried Fanny excitedly.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia, greatly alarmed, exclaimed anxiously:</p>
+
+<p>"Mother, dear, what's the matter? Speak to me."</p>
+
+<p>Still no answer. The girls, now thoroughly frightened, ran for
+restoratives. Virginia poured out some brandy. Even Jimmie was
+frightened out of his usual levity and self-possession. Quickly taking
+her hand, which hung over the chair limp and lifeless, he put his
+finger on her pulse.</p>
+
+<p>"Please telephone for the doctor, Jim!" cried Virginia, distracted,
+almost in tears.</p>
+
+<p>The young man looked at both girls, his face serious and white. For
+once he controlled the situation. Soberly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"It's too late."</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_5"></a>
+<h2>Chapter IV</h2>
+
+
+<p>In a luxuriously furnished suite on an upper floor of one of New
+York's biggest and most expensive hotels two men sat carelessly
+scanning the morning newspapers before a table still covered with
+breakfast dishes. It was nearly ten o'clock, long past the hour when
+most people begin the day's work, and there was nothing, either in the
+men's dress or manner, to suggest that they belonged to the effete and
+useless idle class. On the contrary, in appearance they were typical
+business men&mdash;energy, prosperity, masterfulness, showing in their
+every word and gesture, in every line of their clean-cut,
+strong-featured faces. On this particular morning they were not
+looking their best, and the reason, as well as the explanation of
+their late rising might possibly be found in the disorder which a
+cursory glance around the room revealed. Dress coats, white ties,
+patent leather pumps and other paraphernalia of evening wear were
+scattered here and there, just as each article had been thrown down
+when they had returned home the night before, while on a side table
+were a couple of champagne bottles&mdash;empty.</p>
+
+<p>They were both comparatively young men. The elder of the two, a big,
+athletic fellow with smooth face and strong jaw, did not appear to be
+much over thirty-five. His companion was about the same age. Both had
+the <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">blasé</span> air of men who had lived and lived hard. All of
+life's fiercer joys they had known to excess, which explained,
+perhaps, why they were tired and disillusionized long before they had
+attained their prime. With a gesture of disgust, the elder man threw
+down his paper, and, snatching up a glass of ice-water, swallowed the
+refreshing contents at a gulp.</p>
+
+<p>"It's no use, Fred!" he exclaimed. "I'm no good for that late bumming.
+I guess I'm getting old. Those midnight orgies never did agree with
+me. Hot birds and cold wine are a barbaric mixture, anyhow. I'm going
+to cut it out&mdash;do you understand?&mdash;cut it out. So don't ask me
+again&mdash;it's no use. I've got a fearful headache this morning&mdash;and I'm
+so sleepy that I'd like to go to bed for a week. It's idiotic for a
+man to make such an infernal ass of himself. It knocks one out and
+renders one unfit for business. How can I go down town and understand
+what I'm doing when I've got such a head on as this? There's a
+directors' meeting to-day, too&mdash;very important. What time was it when
+we got home?"</p>
+
+<p>"About three o'clock, I should say," rejoined his <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">vis-à-vis</span>
+laconically, without looking up from his newspaper.</p>
+
+<p>In the fifteen years that they had been intimate friends Fred Hadley
+had grown so accustomed to these periodical outbursts from his old
+chum Bob Stafford that he seldom paid the slightest heed to his
+protests. Both self-made men, each had started practically in the
+gutter and by sheer dint of grit and energy forged his way to the
+front, the one as a captain of industry, the other as a promoter in
+railroading and finance. Men of exceptional capacity, success had come
+easily to them, and with success had come money and power. Hadley was
+now vice-president of one of the biggest steel concerns in the
+country, and Stafford had been even more successful. Attracted to
+railroading he had found employment with a western road, and soon
+displayed such a positive genius for organization that he quickly
+excited the attention of eastern railroad men. Quick promotion
+followed, until, at the end of ten years, he became himself a power in
+the railroad world. Shrewd deals in Wall Street had already brought
+him wealth, and the age of thirty-eight found him in control of half a
+dozen systems, his fortune already estimated at several millions, and
+his name in the railroad world one to conjure with, not only in Wall
+Street, but from New York to Frisco.</p>
+
+<p>Irritated at his companion's silence, Stafford repeated more loudly:</p>
+
+<p>"Do you hear? I'm going to cut it out!"</p>
+
+<p>At last Hadley, his ire roused, looked up.</p>
+
+<p>"Look here, Bob," he exclaimed impatiently, "you make me tired. You're
+a game sport, I don't think. It wasn't Maude's little party that
+knocked you out." Pointing significantly to the empty bottles of
+champagne on the side tables, he went on: "That's what did you up. Why
+did you soak yourself with champagne when you got home? Do you know
+you got away with two quarts of the stuff?"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford passed a hand over his burning brow.</p>
+
+<p>"The deuce I did! I don't remember. I must have been drunk when I got
+home. I took the 'fizz' to sober up on. Why did you let me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Let you?" echoed Hadley scornfully. "Is there any man alive capable
+of keeping you from the bottle when you've got a thirst on?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," admitted Stafford contritely, "I recall that I was d&mdash;d
+thirsty."</p>
+
+<p>"And instead of drinking ice water, you rang for champagne. You're a
+nice kind of fellow to moralize&mdash;you are!"</p>
+
+<p>Rising from the table, Hadley yawned, stretched himself, and,
+sauntering over to a window, stood looking out upon the busy city
+below. From that elevation the bird's-eye view was wonderful. The
+broad avenues below, teeming with life, the surging, confused mass of
+pedestrians and vehicles, the close network of side-streets filled
+with busy traffic, the silvery Hudson with sailing vessels and
+steamships departing for every port in the world&mdash;all this was a scene
+of which the eye never tired. The young man gazed at it for a moment,
+and then, retracing his steps, threw himself into an arm-chair.
+Lighting a cigar, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"These are bully rooms, all right. The view is splendid. But I don't
+see why you need to come to a hotel when you have your apartment on
+Riverside&mdash;and such an apartment!&mdash;a veritable palace, filled with
+everything one's artistic taste cares for and furnished and decorated
+to suit yourself."</p>
+
+<p>"That's just why," answered his companion dryly.</p>
+
+<p>The railroad man had left the breakfast table, and, seated at a desk
+on the other side of the room, was busy glancing over a huge batch of
+letters which had come with the morning's mail.</p>
+
+<p>"What do you mean by 'that's just why'?" demanded Hadley, puzzled.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford looked up and smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Why&mdash;it's just as you said. My own place is so attractive that I
+can't do any work there. The paintings, statuary, bric-à-brac and
+what-not, distract my attention too much. If I have an important
+letter to draft, I can't think of what I want to say because my eyes
+are fascinated by the Peachblow vases on top of the bookcase. You
+haven't seen the vases, have you, Fred? They're 'peaches,' all right.
+I gave $3,000 for the pair. That's going some for a bit of breakable
+bric-à-brac. Come up to dinner some night and see them. I'll tell Oku
+you're coming, and he'll get up something good&mdash;one of his swell
+Japanese dishes."</p>
+
+<p>"Not on your life," interrupted the other with a grimace. "Japs and
+Chinks eat all kinds of freak things&mdash;nightingale tongues and such
+stuff. No&mdash;thanks. Your Oku's a decent little sort, as Jap butlers go,
+but when it comes to cooking, give me Christian food and a French
+<span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">chef</span> every time."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford laughed heartily.</p>
+
+<p>"Fred&mdash;my boy&mdash;you're shockingly provincial and bourgeois. I'm afraid
+I'll never make a cosmopolite out of you. Well, as I said, there is
+too much art about the place. It seems sacrilege to even think
+business there, so when I'm putting through any big deal, I just slip
+away and come to this hotel for a few days. At home I'm an art lover,
+revelling in the treasures I have succeeded in collecting; here I am a
+vulgar business person, occupied in the undignified task of making
+money. Only last week, when I was home, I got thinking out a plan one
+night in the library for a merger with a road which is cutting pretty
+badly into our business. I had thought out a plan, the details were
+working out nicely in my mind, when suddenly my gaze fell on the Corot
+hung just above my desk. You know the picture. Did you ever see more
+exquisite coloring, a more wonderful composition? Is it surprising
+that the plan for the merger quite slipped out of my head?"</p>
+
+<p>"Talking of exquisite coloring," interrupted Hadley irrelevantly, "did
+you notice how well Maude looked last night? If she's a day, that
+woman is forty, yet no one would take her for more than five and
+twenty. She's a marvel. No wonder Stanton is crazy about her."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford shrugged his shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>"Cosmetics and a clever hairdresser can work miracles," he said dryly.</p>
+
+<p>"She's a wonder, just the same&mdash;especially when you consider the life
+she's led. You know her history&mdash;a morphine fiend with the face of an
+angel. She knocked about for years before Stanton fell into her
+clutches. He's dippy about her&mdash;pays for that apartment and gives her
+a handsome allowance, bought her an automobile, pays her chauffeur,
+and all the rest of it. Did you notice that string of pearls she was
+wearing? It cost him a cool $10,000 in Paris last summer."</p>
+
+<p>"Why doesn't he marry her, if he's got it as bad as all that?"</p>
+
+<p>Hadley looked at his friend in amazement.</p>
+
+<p>"You're not in earnest, are you?" he demanded. "Marry a woman of that
+kind?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why not?" answered Stafford doggedly. "If the man thinks enough of
+her to waste so much time and money upon her let him try and reform
+her by throwing around her a cloak of respectability. Why is the woman
+what she is? Because pleasure-loving blackguards of Stanton's type
+have degraded her and made it impossible for her to hold up her head
+again among decent people."</p>
+
+<p>Hadley laughed outright.</p>
+
+<p>"Say, old man," he exclaimed, "it's easy to see you are out of sorts
+this morning. When did Bob Stafford start in to be a social reformer?
+Who ever expected such advice from the man who could always get away
+with more booze at a sitting than any man I ever knew, and who has
+been the hero of a hundred <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">affaires de coeur</span>, not all as
+respectable as that of Stanton and Maude?"</p>
+
+<p>The railroad man took it good-naturedly.</p>
+
+<p>"That's all right, Fred&mdash;rub it in all you like. It's because I've
+been an ass myself that I can see more plainly than any one, perhaps,
+what cursed folly it is. We spend our time and substance on some
+wretched wanton, who never gives us a thought save how much money she
+can squeeze out of us, and what have we in return? Nothing. The years
+slip quickly by; we find ourselves getting old, and there's no one
+round who really cares a jot whether we live or die&mdash;except, possibly
+our relatives, who look forward to the latter. Genuine affection is
+absolutely foreign to our existence. We have no one to bestow it on;
+no one to bestow it on us. To be quite frank, that is another reason
+why I don't care to spend too much time in my Riverside home. I feel
+lonesome there. The place is quiet; it lacks the life and bustle of a
+hotel, and Oku, decent little Jap as he is, hardly makes an ideal
+companion&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Sending a cloud of tobacco smoke up to the ceiling, Hadley gave vent
+to a low, expressive whistle.</p>
+
+<p>"So&mdash;that's where the land lays, eh? You are lonesome. In other words,
+you want a wife to share with you the artistic treasures of your
+Riverside home. You are tired of being a bachelor&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford laughed&mdash;a resounding, wholesome laugh, that fairly shook the
+room.</p>
+
+<p>"You've guessed it, Fred, you've guessed it. You're a mind-reader. I
+confess I'm tired of bumming. You and Stanton and the rest of the boys
+are a jolly crowd. You've given me many a good time, but, I tell you,
+old man, I'm tired of it all. I want to cut away and settle down. If
+the right girl comes along, I'll marry her&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Hadley was silent for a few moments, and, sitting lazily back in the
+comfortable, deep-seated armchair, contented himself with puffing his
+cigar vigorously and emitting a prodigious quantity of smoke. Finally
+he said:</p>
+
+<p>"All right, Bob&mdash;you know best what you want. Try matrimony, if you've
+a mind to, but remember this&mdash;don't forget I gave you good warning.
+Marriage isn't what it's cracked up to be, by a long shot. The girl
+you're courting will seem to you a very different person after
+marriage. She'll be an old-man-of-the-sea hanging around your neck
+whom you can't shake off. Your trouble will only begin when you take
+to yourself a wife." Rising and picking up his hat and gloves, he
+added: "Now I must be going. I have an appointment at the office at
+11:30. What are you going to do? Coming down town with me?"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford pointed to the mass of papers and letters piled up on his
+desk. Shaking his head he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;I can't go out yet. I must answer all these letters." Helplessly
+he added: "I don't know how I'm going to tackle them. I've an awful
+headache."</p>
+
+<p>"Why not get a stenographer?"</p>
+
+<p>"A stenographer? That's not a bad idea. Where can I get one?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, downstairs. There are two attached to the hotel. They attend to
+the telephone switchboard and do typewriting as well. One is a girl
+with red hair and a squint; the other is dark and rather pretty&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," smiled Stafford. "Send me up the pretty one. I couldn't
+stand the red-haired girl just now. I've got an important deal on
+hand. She might queer my luck. Do that for me, old chap. Tell her as
+you go out, and don't forget&mdash;the pretty one."</p>
+
+<p>"Right you are!" laughed Hadley. "I'll see you to-night at dinner. Ta
+ta!" He was going out when he turned round at the door. "Say&mdash;don't
+forget your virtuous resolution. Don't make love to the pretty
+typewriter."</p>
+
+<p>The door slammed and Stafford was alone.</p>
+
+<p>For some time after his friend disappeared, the railroad man sat idly
+turning over the mass of papers accumulating on the desk. There was a
+busy day before him&mdash;a directors' meeting at 2 o'clock, people to see
+at his office. But just now his thoughts were not on his work. He was
+cogitating on what he had just admitted to Hadley. Yes, that was it.
+The truth was out now. He had never acknowledged it before, even to
+himself. He was tired of his bachelor life. He wanted a wife.</p>
+
+<p>What had all his success been to him? An empty kind of satisfaction,
+after all. He had made money, more money than he knew what to do with,
+but it had not brought him real happiness. How could he be happy, when
+there was no one to share his happiness, his success? His parents were
+dead; he had no brothers or sisters. He was all alone in the world,
+and the older he got the more he was beginning to realize how isolated
+his life was. He had hosts of so-called friends&mdash;jolly good fellows of
+both sexes, who were ready enough to help him spend his money; but
+what was such friendship as that worth?</p>
+
+<p>Yet Fred might be right, after all. He had himself known men,
+confirmed bachelors like himself, who had got married and regretted it
+ever since. Their lives had become a burden to them. They were
+outrageously henpecked, made to dance attendance until all hours of
+the morning upon silly, bridge-loving wives. True, but they were poor,
+weak-minded simpletons, just the kind of men to be dominated, bullied
+by a woman. He would like to see the girl who could coerce him into
+doing anything he did not wish to do. If he ever married, he would
+rule his own household; no woman would venture to dictate to him. He
+would insist on his absolute independence, do as he chose, go where he
+liked. He would be the master. If the husband had not the right to
+command, who had? When a pair of horses was sold, did they not belong
+to the purchaser? A wife was, in a sense, a purchase. The average
+society girl who gets married nowadays practically sells herself. She
+wants a man with money&mdash;a man who will give her jewels and clothes and
+an establishment that will make every other girl of her acquaintance
+green with envy. She gets him&mdash;for a consideration. That, no doubt,
+was the kind of girl he would one day get. She would offer herself,
+and if he liked the look of her he would buy her, and, having bought
+her, she would learn soon enough that there was only one master in the
+Stafford household. It was not necessary that they love each other.
+They would be good friends, chums, and all that, but he would never
+let go of the check-rein. Certainly he would always be the master.</p>
+
+<p>He was thus engrossed in his reflections, when there came a gentle rap
+at the door. Instantly galvanized into action, he called out in
+stentorian tones:</p>
+
+<p>"Come in!"</p>
+
+<p>The door was pushed open, and Virginia Blaine entered, notebook in
+hand. Her face was slightly flushed, and she stood hesitatingly on the
+threshold, as if fearing to enter. She was attired in deep mourning,
+and the simple black dress, relieved only by a little white lace
+collar round the neck, enhanced the natural rich coloring of her face.
+Starting hastily from his seat, Stafford advanced towards her. Timidly
+she said:</p>
+
+<p>"You asked for a stenographer?"</p>
+
+<p>Impressed, as well as surprised by her beauty, at a loss for a moment
+what to say, the railroad promoter stammered confusedly:</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;that is&mdash;yes&mdash;by all means&mdash;won't you sit down?"</p>
+
+<p>She took a seat near the desk, and opening her notebook, got ready to
+take dictation. Stafford looked fixedly at her. He remembered now
+having seen her at the telephone switchboard downstairs in the hotel
+lobby. Smilingly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"What is your name?"</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Blaine," she replied coldly.</p>
+
+<p>"We've met before, haven't we?" he went on.</p>
+
+<p>She colored under his close scrutiny. Why did he stare so? It made her
+very uncomfortable. If he did not cease looking at her, she would
+close her book and walk out. It was much against her will that she had
+come up, alone, to a man's apartment. But she could not afford to lose
+an opportunity of earning a little extra money. Answering his
+question, she said rather curtly:</p>
+
+<p>"I believe I got a long distance for you the other day. I'm on the
+telephone desk, you know. Stenography is only a side issue."</p>
+
+<p>He still gazed at her admiringly, quick to note her well-bred manner,
+her quiet aloofness, unusual in girls of her occupation.</p>
+
+<p>"I remember," he nodded. "We had quite some difficulty in getting in
+touch with Washington."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;there was trouble on the wires."</p>
+
+<p>"But we got it at last, didn't we?" he smiled, making an effort to
+break the ice and be friendly.</p>
+
+<p>But Virginia intended to stick strictly to business. She must make it
+plain that hers was not a social call. Quickly changing the topic, she
+asked:</p>
+
+<p>"Is the dictation ready?"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford would have liked to continue the personal conversation. After
+all, there was no immediate necessity of getting to work; the
+correspondence could wait. But there was an icy haughtiness in the
+girl's demeanor that discouraged any further attempt at getting
+acquainted. Proceeding therefore to business, he picked up a paper
+from the desk and commenced to dictate a letter.</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_6"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter V</h2>
+
+
+<p>The loss of her mother, following so soon after the death of her
+father, had come as a terrible shock to Virginia. She felt it more
+keenly even than Fanny, not only because her nature was more sensitive
+and impressionable, but also because she realized that she had been
+suddenly robbed of a constant and devoted companion. Fanny, who was
+now officially engaged to Mr. Gillie, was nearly always in his
+company, with the result that Virginia, more particular and more
+exacting in the choice of acquaintances than her sister, found the
+world emptier and more lonely than ever.</p>
+
+<p>Graduation day had come and gone and the dress which her poor mother
+had not lived to finish, had to be completed by other hands. At the
+end of her school days and now practically alone, with no one to look
+to for support, Virginia began to think seriously of the future. She
+must get something to do, that was very certain. Fanny would soon have
+Jimmie to look after her, but she herself must depend on her own
+exertion. She was a long time making up her mind what she would do.
+Her education fitted her for a teacher, but she shrank from the idea.
+Never would she have the patience. Then she thought of trying to write
+for the papers or magazines. That, also, was rejected. It was too
+precarious; she had had no experience. There was the stage. No&mdash;that
+would not do. She did not like the environments. There remained only
+the alternative of being a saleswoman in a department store or a
+stenographer. Having taken a course in shorthand, and being fairly
+proficient, she chose the latter, and, thanks to the influence and
+good offices of Dr. Everett, at last succeeded in securing a fairly
+remunerative position.</p>
+
+<p>The first few days of business employment proved a novel and trying
+experience. To a young girl accustomed to the quiet and exclusiveness
+of private life, the noise and promiscuousness of a public hotel
+corridor were singularly distasteful. The men ogled her; the women
+guests tried her patience. A pretty girl, it was only natural that she
+should attract attention from the men, but the persistent manner in
+which they stared, and tried to make acquaintance, annoyed her beyond
+measure. When they spoke to her in the ordinary course of business
+they were courteous enough, but their eyes were bold, and sometimes
+they said things in an undertone which made her face flush scarlet.
+She complained to her associates, but she got no sympathy. The other
+girls&mdash;sorry they were not attractive themselves&mdash;only laughed at her
+for being so particular. They said that the men meant no harm, and
+that she should consider it a compliment to her good looks if they
+took the trouble to address her at all.</p>
+
+<p>Otherwise the work was congenial enough and the hours were not long.
+She still lived with her sister in the same house where their mother
+died. The millinery business had grown sufficiently large to take all
+Fanny's time, and it brought in enough to keep the little household
+going. When her sister married Jimmie, she would, of course, be
+compelled to give the shop up, but meantime it helped defray expenses
+and gave Fanny an occupation.</p>
+
+<p>After that first morning of dictation in Robert Stafford's rooms,
+Virginia saw a good deal of the handsome railroad man. The first
+business interview had been followed by others, and when there was no
+regular correspondence to be answered he would stop at the desk
+downstairs on all sorts of pretexts. Usually it was to telephone;
+sometimes to write a note, and for some reason or other both of these
+operations took up considerably more time than was absolutely
+necessary. On one occasion he was sitting near her desk nearly all
+afternoon. He had asked her to get Chicago on the long distance. There
+was trouble on the wires, as had happened once before with Washington,
+and it was two hours before he got his number. Strangely enough, the
+delay did not seem to annoy him. He sat leisurely near her desk and
+chatted with her about theatres, music, books and art, finding her
+well read and conversant with every topic, especially with art, which
+was his hobby. He seemed sorry when at last he had no longer an excuse
+to stay. All that time he had watched her, quietly noting and admiring
+the calm, skilful way she went about her work.</p>
+
+<p>The girl interested him. Not so much because she was good looking as
+that she was quite different from other women. Her cold, distant air,
+her spirit of self-reliance and independence pleased him. Most women
+he had known had offered themselves shamelessly; this girl had kept
+him at a distance. This in itself would be enough to attract most men.
+The very novelty of it appealed to him. She was exceedingly pretty,
+too, yet hers was not the banal, conventional beauty of every day, but
+something fresher, more fascinating, more lovable, an indefinable,
+elusive charm that kept him guessing, yet always accompanied by a
+quiet dignity that compelled respect. Instead of flirting with him or
+giving him any encouragement, as girls of her class often did, she
+studiously avoided his gaze, seeming not to know he was there,
+serenely indifferent as to whether he came or went. Accustomed as
+he&mdash;the wealthy bachelor&mdash;was to see girls literally throw themselves
+at him, it was a new experience to find himself apparently of so
+little account, and this, perhaps as much as anything else, made him
+all the more determined to force himself upon her attention.</p>
+
+<p>Apart from this, Virginia aroused the man's sensuality, excited his
+imagination. It seemed to him that a girl of her impressionable
+nature, artistic temperament, intellectual aloofness, once her ardor
+was awakened would love more passionately than a woman of commoner
+clay; her caresses, it seemed to him, would have greater zest than
+those of a woman more obviously carnal. Never, in the years during
+which he had sown his wild oats, having learned how to control his
+appetites, nor in his career as a rich man about town, learned to
+respect woman or see in her anything else but an instrument of
+pleasure, it was not surprising that he looked at Virginia with eyes
+of lust. Apart from her spirituality which interested him, she also
+appealed to him physically and with the craving of an epicure, ever
+seeking some gastronomic novelty wherewith to gratify his jaded
+palate, he determined to awaken her virginal emotions and find out in
+what way they differed from those of other women.</p>
+
+<p>He set to work to win her, taking the same keen pleasure in the
+pastime as does a sportsman at the hunt. He realized that it would not
+be easy, and vaguely he foresaw failure, but the difficulties of the
+task only served to spur him on to make the attempt. He began the
+campaign of fascination tactfully, diplomatically, careful not to
+offend, avoiding anything likely to excite her resentment or arouse
+her fears. He lent her books, gave her tickets for concerts and
+picture exhibitions, tried in every way to break down the barrier of
+haughty reserve with which she had surrounded herself and gain her
+confidence.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia appreciated these attentions, and the well-bred ease with
+which she accepted them only made the would-be lover's campaign the
+more difficult. In fact, her very frankness and candor made it
+impossible, and finally disarmed him altogether, leaving him feeling
+very much ashamed of himself. Stafford was not a scoundrel at heart.
+He had gone into the game just for the sport, as many men of his class
+and opportunities had done before him, carelessly, thoughtlessly, and
+without fully realizing that he was committing a crime. And now that
+she had gone through the fire unscathed, he was more in love with her
+than ever. What a fool, what an unspeakable cad he had been to even
+think of her in that way!</p>
+
+<p>Then another thought occurred to him. The girl whom he could never
+have won for a mistress might well be worth making his wife. Why not
+marry her? The idea had never entered his head, but it was not so
+preposterous as it at first seemed. He had jested with Hadley about
+looking for a wife, and at times had even thought seriously about
+getting married. Yet it was not a thing to be undertaken lightly. As
+head of a big railroad system, he had a certain position to keep up.
+This girl was poor&mdash;an obscure stenographer. There was no telling what
+objectionable relatives she might have. When a man marries, he marries
+his wife's family! How society would laugh! Well, what if it did? He
+had boasted to Hadley that he defied the conventions. What did he care
+for society? There was many a woman in society who, if the walls of
+alcoves could talk and it came to a show-down on conduct, would not
+dare hold up her head in presence of Virginia Blaine. He certainly
+liked the girl well enough to marry her. He could hardly say that he
+loved her. One does not love at first sight, no matter what the dime
+novelists say&mdash;and what, perhaps, was more important, he respected
+her. Could every man say as much of the woman he married? Love would
+come later, he had no doubt of that, and after all, he thought to
+himself, it was not so much a question of "should he marry her?" as of
+"would she marry him?"</p>
+
+<p>Once he made up his mind, Robert Stafford was not the kind of man to
+let the grass grow under his feet. He started on a new campaign&mdash;an
+honorable campaign, this time, on which he was willing to stake his
+happiness. He was puzzled, at first, how to go about it. A clever way,
+he thought, would be to get her more interested in himself, in his
+home. He would ask her to visit his Riverside house and see his art
+treasures, his pictures. Of course, it was not likely that she would
+consent to go alone. He would tell her to bring her sister. If he
+invited the sister she could hardly refuse.</p>
+
+<p>One afternoon Virginia was at work on some typewriting in his rooms at
+the hotel. A number of letters had accumulated and they had put in the
+whole afternoon at dictation. Stafford had paid little attention to
+her, being wholly absorbed in business detail, but about four o'clock
+he declared he was tired, even if she were not, and, despite her
+protests, insisted on telephoning downstairs and ordering tea to be
+sent up. When it was brought in, daintily served with cake on a silver
+salver, and the waiter had withdrawn, he courteously drew up a chair
+and asked her to serve. She must be hostess, he said laughingly.</p>
+
+<p>Now the business on hand was over, his manner underwent a complete
+change; in place of the employer, she saw a polished man of the world
+entertaining a social equal. Virginia accepted his hospitality and
+politeness graciously, without awkwardness or false modesty, and
+before long found herself laughing and chatting with him on terms of
+delightful intimacy.</p>
+
+<p>"Had any trouble with long distance lately?" he inquired, as he passed
+her a biscuit.</p>
+
+<p>"Not more than usual," she smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Not even with Chicago?"</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;not even Chicago. It seems to me that I have trouble only when
+you want the wire."</p>
+
+<p>He laughed, a loud, boyish laugh, that shook the room.</p>
+
+<p>"We had a hard struggle the first time we tried it, didn't we?"</p>
+
+<p>"Rather," she replied.</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her for a few moments without speaking, admiring her
+large black eyes, the finely arched eyebrows, the delicately chiselled
+mouth. Then he said:</p>
+
+<p>"You were very patient about it."</p>
+
+<p>"I couldn't do the work if I wasn't patient," she replied quietly.</p>
+
+<p>"But you were exceptionally nice about it," he insisted. "It wasn't
+the usual external, duty-patience, but the real patience that comes
+from within. You know what I mean."</p>
+
+<p>She nodded.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. My mother was the best example of that kind of patience I have
+ever known. She radiated it."</p>
+
+<p>He knew that she had lost her mother, but from feelings of delicacy
+had never asked for particulars. But now circumstances seemed to
+invite confidences. Sympathetically he asked:</p>
+
+<p>"How long has she been&mdash;gone?"</p>
+
+<p>"Six years," she replied slowly, looking away past him out of the
+window, through which she could see the roofs of the big, careless
+city. Her eyes filled with tears, as she went on: "My father was a
+lawyer, but he didn't have a large practice, and when he died he left
+nothing but his insurance. It was very little&mdash;not enough to live on,
+and mother, with us two girls to look after, had to do something
+practical, so she opened a small millinery store."</p>
+
+<p>"The right spirit," he said approvingly.</p>
+
+<p>"It was a grim, hard struggle, particularly at first," she went on.
+"My sister Fanny had left school, and was able to help her, and then
+it wasn't quite so trying. You see, Fanny didn't care for school."</p>
+
+<p>"But you did?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she said with enthusiasm, "I always loved it. Mother knew it,
+and insisted that I should go through High School. I was delighted,
+for I didn't realize then what struggles and sacrifices it meant for
+her, and here is the irony&mdash;the tragedy&mdash;of it all. I was selected as
+the class orator at our graduating exercises, and mother was very
+happy over it. She looked forward to it as one of the days of her
+life, and started to make my graduating dress&mdash;but never finished it!"
+Very softly she murmured: "Poor mother!"</p>
+
+<p>Never had she looked so pretty as at this moment when, her face pale
+and thoughtful, her eyes dimmed with tears, she called up memories of
+the past. Stafford, his gaze intent on her, said gently:</p>
+
+<p>"You have her memory."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she murmured, "it is more to me than anything in the
+world&mdash;except Fanny."</p>
+
+<p>"You love your sister, I know," he said.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I do," she replied quickly. "She took mother's place&mdash;as
+much as any one could&mdash;and, except on our vacations, we have never
+been separated."</p>
+
+<p>"You soon will be though, won't you?"</p>
+
+<p>She looked up at him in surprise, not understanding.</p>
+
+<p>"How?" she demanded.</p>
+
+<p>"Didn't you tell me that your sister was going to be married?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia laughed, a low, musical laugh, which charmed him.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she said, "that's true. They are to be married next month."
+Sadly she added: "I shall miss her very much. Yet I shan't mind that
+kind of separation&mdash;if she's happy."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford smiled. Quietly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"That's the trouble with matrimony&mdash;that great, big little word&mdash;if."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh," she interrupted quickly. "I feel sure they'll be happy. Theirs
+is a marriage for love."</p>
+
+<p>Looking closely at her, he asked: "Do you believe in love?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course," she answered, raising her cup to her face to hide her
+embarrassment.</p>
+
+<p>"What kind of love?" he persisted.</p>
+
+<p>"Real love."</p>
+
+<p>"What do you call real love?"</p>
+
+<p>She opened her eyes wide, as if greatly astonished.</p>
+
+<p>"Why&mdash;why," she stammered, "don't you think there is such a thing as
+real love?"</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly I do," he laughed, amused at her ingenuousness. "But I
+don't think it's what the sentimental schoolgirl feels for the college
+football player. As for love at first sight, I consider that simply
+absurd. To my way of thinking, love isn't a spontaneous combustion.
+It's a slow, steady growth and the soil in which it grows best
+is&mdash;respect."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps you are right," she said hesitatingly.</p>
+
+<p>"I know that I am," he replied positively.</p>
+
+<p>There was a short silence, when suddenly Stafford said:</p>
+
+<p>"Who is this man that your sister is marrying?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia laid down her cup of tea and burst out laughing.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, he's so funny! I'm sure he would amuse you. Such an original! His
+name is James Gillie."</p>
+
+<p>He liked to encourage her to speak of herself and her family. It
+seemed to bring them closer together. Pleasantly he asked:</p>
+
+<p>"What does he do, this Mr. Gillie&mdash;doctor&mdash;lawyer&mdash;business man?"</p>
+
+<p>Amused at his curiosity, Virginia shook her head. Laughingly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing so substantial, I assure you. He's only a shipping
+clerk&mdash;getting about $14 a week&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford stared in amazement. With an incredulous smile, he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Only earning $14 a week and he has the impudence to ask your sister
+to marry him?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia nodded.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, but you don't know Mr. Gillie," she went on. "He's sure he's
+worth far more than that, and he has won sister over to the same
+opinion. I have some doubts myself, but they are both quite convinced
+that before long he will be a multi-millionaire. You see, he has
+ideas. He invents things. He told us about one of his inventions the
+other day. It was something that would help the railroads, and make
+them and him fabulously rich&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"An inventor, eh?" exclaimed Stafford, his business instinct quickly
+aroused at the mention of railroads.</p>
+
+<p>An idea suddenly occurred to him. Here, perhaps, was the opportunity
+he had been seeking, the excuse he had been looking for. Under
+pretence of wishing to meet the inventor, he might be able to induce
+her to bring her prospective brother-in-law to the house, and since
+Mr. Gillie could hardly accept the invitation alone, she would, of
+course, be compelled to accompany him. He said nothing for a moment,
+and then, turning and looking at his companion intently, said with
+great earnestness:</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Blaine, I wonder if you would do me a great favor."</p>
+
+<p>Surprised at the request, and rather startled, Virginia looked up,
+wondering what favor she, poor little stenographer, could possibly
+render the millionaire. Quickly she replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly&mdash;anything in my power."</p>
+
+<p>He bowed and went on:</p>
+
+<p>"As you know, I am in the railroad business. As head of an important
+transcontinental system, it is part of my work to investigate and look
+into anything that may prove of value in improving our equipment. If
+this Mr. Gillie has invented something really valuable, I'd like to
+know what it is. If there is anything in it, I might be able to render
+him a good service in bringing his invention promptly to the attention
+of the right people. You can see yourself how important it is that I
+should meet Mr. Gillie&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia flushed with mingled pleasure and embarrassment. She was
+delighted at the thought that she might be able to advance Fanny's
+interests, but Jimmie was such an impossible person! How could she
+introduce him to a man of Mr. Stafford's polish and distinction? Yet
+for Fanny's sake she ought not to let any opportunity slip by. Seeing
+her hesitate, Stafford went on:</p>
+
+<p>"Why couldn't you and your sister come and dine with me at Riverside
+Drive next Saturday evening at seven o'clock? And bring Mr. Gillie
+with you. I shall be delighted to meet your sister and her fiancé. It
+will also be a good opportunity for you to look over some of my art
+treasures&mdash;quite an interesting collection, I assure you, picked up
+here and there, all over the world. Do come. Don't say no. I'll have
+Oku, my Japanese butler, prepare a little dinner. We'll be merry as
+crickets. Besides I think I can do your future brother-in-law a good
+turn. You will come, won't you?"</p>
+
+<p>He leaned forward, his eyes ardently fixed on hers. There was
+something in his look, in his manner, which brought the color to her
+cheeks, yet it was nothing at which she could take offence. On the
+contrary, she had every reason to feel flattered and pleased. In her
+heart she knew that this sudden anxiety to meet Jimmie was but a
+pretext, and that it was she alone whom he really wanted to go and
+admire the works of art in his beautiful Riverside home. Something
+told her that this man loved her, and the very thought of it, with all
+the possibilities it conjured up, sent through her a thrill of mingled
+pleasure and alarm.</p>
+
+<p>"Won't you?" he said again, in earnest, pleading tones.</p>
+
+<p>There was a brief silence. Then, looking up, she said with a frank
+smile:</p>
+
+<p>"It is very good of you. Yes&mdash;we shall be very pleased. Saturday
+evening, at seven."</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_7"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter VI</h2>
+
+<p>No.&mdash;Riverside Drive, an imposing apartment house of Spanish style of
+architecture, situated in the most select and attractive section of
+that aristocratic thoroughfare, was justly renowned in the
+neighborhood for the size and magnificence of its suites and the ultra
+<span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">chic</span> quality of its exclusive, wealthy patrons. No one ever
+heard of rooms being vacant; people had been on the waiting list for
+years and they were still waiting. Tenants never dreamed of leaving,
+once they had been fortunate enough to secure a lease. It would be
+surprising if they did, for in all New York there were no apartments
+more desirable and comfortable.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Robert Stafford lived on the eighth floor, his rooms facing the
+Hudson and commanding a superb view of the stately river below, which,
+broad and turbulent, rushed by on its way to the sea, its surface
+dotted with all kinds of steam and sailing craft. To the north, away
+past Grant's Tomb, were the highlands of New Jersey and the
+precipitous cliffs of the historic Palisades, which, as far as the eye
+could reach, stretched away in a mist of purplish haze.</p>
+
+<p>The decorations and appointments of the apartment would have brought
+joy into the gloomy heart of the most blasé connoisseur. Entering a
+spacious foyer with a lofty, elaborately decorated ceiling and walls
+of white marble hung all round with tapestries, trophies and oil
+paintings, the visitor passed through a number of wide halls, treading
+on thick Oriental rugs until he reached the salon, a magnificent room
+decorated in blue and gold with heavy gilt furniture to match, which,
+in turn, opened on to the dining room, both looking on the Avenue and
+commanding a fine view of the river. At the far end of the salon was a
+large fireplace with a splendid mantel of beautifully carved marble, a
+rare piece of decorative art from the north of Italy. The dining room,
+panelled with rare woods, and hung with red, with panelled ceiling,
+was separated from the salon by a folding door. The walls of both
+rooms were covered with paintings, water colors and engravings, while
+all about was a picturesque confusion of <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">objets d'art</span> of every
+description&mdash;Japanese ivories, rare porcelains, old English china,
+Indian bronzes, antique watches, snuff boxes and bonbonnières,
+curiously wrought brass and iron work, Peach Blow vases, Mexican
+pottery, Satsuma ware, richly mounted weapons of the middle ages,
+Japanese armor, long daggers from Toledo, delicate lattice work from
+Venice, Florentine carvings, valuable Gobelins tapestries from Paris,
+etc., etc.&mdash;a collection such as an Oriental potentate might envy.
+The fame of the Stafford collection had gone far and wide, and the
+railroad promoter had been criticized more than once because he did
+not open his house more frequently for society's enjoyment. Ambitious
+mothers saw in the wealthy bachelor a great catch for their daughters,
+but it was in vain that they baited their matrimonial nets. Stafford
+declined all invitations and lived himself the life of a hermit. He
+was very seldom at home, the blinds were nearly always drawn, and the
+place looked deserted. The only sign of life was an occasional glimpse
+of faithful Oku, the Japanese butler, who, with downcast eyes and
+stealthy tread, sometimes made a <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">sortie</span> in search of food or
+other household necessity.</p>
+
+<p>A pure-blooded subject of the Mikado, Oku had come to America years
+ago to make his fortunes; but, falling into the hands of the
+Philistines directly he landed, found himself stranded in San
+Francisco. Stafford had run across him there, took a fancy to him and
+attached him to his person as a body servant. He had never regretted
+it. Oku was one of those ideal retainers who, once they have found an
+attachment, would rather die than betray their trust. His command of
+the vernacular was only limited, but he was the very soul of courtesy
+and politeness, and when not otherwise able to make himself
+understood, would content himself by a number of low salaams,
+accompanied by most apologetic exclamations of: "Excuse,
+please&mdash;excuse, please," which original form of salutation, together
+with his Far-Eastern air, was well in harmony with the oriental,
+exotic surroundings of the place.</p>
+
+<p>But this evening things were astir in the Stafford abode. Lights were
+burning recklessly in every room and Oku had been running excitedly
+about since early dawn. Had not his lord and master told him that
+visitors were coming and to prepare dinner for five? Ah, now Oku was
+indeed in his element! Instantly spurred to action, he had run here
+and there, in and out of the shops, in search of the most toothsome
+dainties. He had bought the choicest meats, the finest birds, big
+mushrooms just picked, asparagus such as might make a king's mouth
+water. Then there was the wine. The champagne must go on ice early.
+His master liked it very cold&mdash;almost frozen. Then there were the
+cocktails to get ready, and the cigars and the floral decorations,
+with bouquets for the ladies and <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">boutonnières</span> for the men.
+Altogether, Oku had a busy day.</p>
+
+<p>But he was repaid when at half past six that evening he stood in the
+salon and cast a last glance over the banquet table to make sure that
+nothing had been forgotten. Viewed through the folding doors and
+literally groaning under the load of handsome silver, fine crystal,
+snowy linen, and cut flowers, the table presented a picture calculated
+to fill the heart of any host with pride.</p>
+
+<p>Oku glanced anxiously at the clock. He devoutly prayed that his dear
+master would soon come. It was a terrible responsibility for him to
+bear alone. Another half hour and the company would arrive, and his
+master had still to dress! The minutes sped by and no sign of Mr.
+Stafford. Where could he be? The butler was beginning to worry in
+earnest when the telephone bell suddenly rang. The butler feverishly
+picked up the receiver just in time to hear his master say:</p>
+
+<p>"Is that you, Oku?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;Sir&mdash;Excuse&mdash;please&mdash;Sir!"</p>
+
+<p>"Oku," came Stafford's voice, "I've been held downtown at my club. I'm
+just starting for home. If Miss Blaine and her friends come, make them
+comfortable until I arrive. Understand?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;Sir&mdash;Excuse&mdash;please&mdash;Sir!"</p>
+
+<p>The speaker rang off and Oku, more nervous and excited than ever now
+that he was called upon to act as host as well as caterer, danced
+about the apartment like a man possessed.  Seven o'clock struck and
+the echoes of the last stroke had barely died away when there came a
+discreet ring at the front door bell. Quickly Oku pulled himself
+together and summoning up his most dignified manner, threw the door
+wide open. On the threshold stood Mr. James Gillie, accompanied by
+Virginia and Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"Is this Mr. Stafford's apartment?" inquired Jimmie in his grandest
+manner.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," said Oku with a deep salaam. "Excuse, please, and come in!
+Excuse, please!"</p>
+
+<p>None of the visitors were in evening dress. The girls wore shirt
+waists and Jimmie's chief claims to distinction were a clean shave and
+freshly-pressed pants. At the last moment Virginia had wished not to
+come at all for this reason. She had no evening frock and could not
+afford to get one for a single occasion, and Fanny was in the same
+straits. There had been a long argument over the matter and not a few
+tears, until finally Fanny made it impossible for Virginia to hold out
+any longer by declaring flatly that her whole future&mdash;hers and
+Jimmies&mdash;was at stake. So Virginia surrendered with as good grace as
+she could pretend&mdash;hoping inwardly that Mr. Stafford looked upon it
+only as an informal affair and would be neither dressed himself nor
+expect them to be.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie handed his coat and hat to the butler with as important an air
+as he was able to assume, and, speaking for the ladies, who until now
+had stood motionless in the background, said loftily:</p>
+
+<p>"Tell Mr. Stafford the people he was expecting have come."</p>
+
+<p>Oku salaamed profoundly, but did not budge.</p>
+
+<p>"Excuse! But Mr. Stafford&mdash;he is not here," he said.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie looked blankly at the girls. With a grin at Virginia he
+snickered:</p>
+
+<p>"I told you being late was the proper thing."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia turned to the butler. Anxiously she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't there some mistake?"</p>
+
+<p>Oku shook his head, and throwing open the door of the salon, motioned
+to them to enter.</p>
+
+<p>"Excuse, please, but there is no mistake," he grinned. "Mr. Stafford
+he say to me over telephone he is very sorry, but there is big meeting
+and he not get away. He be here in half an hour."</p>
+
+<p>The girls looked at each other in dismay. Jimmie made a grimace.</p>
+
+<p>"Half an hour! Jumping Jupiter!" he exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"He say he is very sorry," went on Oku apologetically, "but will hurry
+quick as can. He say for you to wait till he come and he tell me to
+say many time, 'Excuse, please! Excuse!'"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia smiled. With quiet dignity she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Very well&mdash;we understand&mdash;we will wait."</p>
+
+<p>Oku put out his hand for their hats and coats.</p>
+
+<p>"Give me hats, please&mdash;excuse, please."</p>
+
+<p>While the girls divested themselves of their outer garments the little
+butler chatted on in his quaint pigeon English:</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Stafford&mdash;he say to ask if you will have cocktail."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie had carelessly strolled over to a table and picked up a book.
+On hearing the invitation to liquid refreshments he closed the volume
+with a bang and turned round like a flash:</p>
+
+<p>"I will," he exclaimed quickly.</p>
+
+<p>A ludicrous expression of renewed interest suddenly replaced the
+shipping clerk's rather disgusted expression. Anything was welcome
+which promised to relieve the monotony of this society stunt, as he
+had termed Mr. Stafford's invitation. It was against his will that he
+had come at all. Why should he do this millionaire the honor of dining
+with him? What was he to him? Because he was rich? Well, he guessed
+not. If he had consented at Fanny's urgent pleadings, it was because
+his fiancée had told him it would help Virginia. Mr. Stafford, Fanny
+said, was simply crazy about her and might propose to her any day.
+After all, it could do no harm to have a millionaire in the family.
+Besides, he was a big railroad man. He might help him to do something
+with his "no stop" idea. But he must be on his guard and not allow
+sentiment to interfere with business. This Stafford must not think
+that because he invited him to dinner and might one day become his
+brother-in-law that he was going to get the "no-stop" invention cheap.
+No, siree&mdash;no one should get the best of him!</p>
+
+<p>Oku had approached Virginia, who, having crossed the room, was gazing
+through the casement windows at the splendid view. Salaaming low, he
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"Miss&mdash;will take cocktail?"</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;thank you," she answered with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>The butler turned to Fanny, who looked significantly at Jimmie as if
+desirous of consulting his wishes in so important a matter.</p>
+
+<p>"Sure!" he said in an aside not intended to reach the butler's ears.</p>
+
+<p>But Oku was nothing if not discreet. He never allowed himself to hear
+anything. When Fanny nodded he merely inquired politely:</p>
+
+<p>"What kind&mdash;please?"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie grinned and licked his lips. Turning to his future wife he
+asked:</p>
+
+<p>"What do you like?"</p>
+
+<p>"What kind do you?" she laughed, anxious to keep him in good humor.</p>
+
+<p>"Martini suits me all right."</p>
+
+<p>Oku bowed to the ground.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, miss. Two Martini cocktails. Excuse, please! Excuse!"</p>
+
+<p>With another profound salaam and retreating backwards towards the door
+as if in the presence of royalty, the Japanese butler made an
+impressive exit.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie had watched Oku's every movement with the greatest amusement.
+When he was out of earshot he remarked with a chuckle:</p>
+
+<p>"Great little chink, that!"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny laughed. Teasingly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"He's not a Chinaman, Jim. Don't you know a Japanese when you see
+one?"</p>
+
+<p>"They all look alike to me," he grinned.</p>
+
+<p>Profiting by the butler's absence, the shipping clerk started on a
+tour of critical inspection of the salon. Looking around, he exclaimed
+with enthusiasm:</p>
+
+<p>"Say&mdash;this is some room, eh?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia had left the window and was admiring some water-colors on the
+walls. Overhearing the exclamation, she looked up, her glance taking
+in the whole room.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;it is beautiful," she said ecstatically.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny, who had been diligently rubbing the back of her magnificent
+gilt chair to see if it was real gold leaf, broke in:</p>
+
+<p>"While this place was being built I read in the paper that Mr.
+Stafford was to pay $15,000 a year for his rooms."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie opened wide his eyes in amazement.</p>
+
+<p>"Fifteen thousand a year&mdash;just for his rooms!" he exclaimed
+incredulously.</p>
+
+<p>He looked at Virginia as if expecting her to confirm the statement.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," insisted Fanny, "$15,000 a year."</p>
+
+<p>The shipping clerk gave a low whistle.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, that's nearly $300 a week!" he cried.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny gave an affirmative nod, and her fiancé, putting on an injured
+air as if Mr. Stafford's expenses had to come out of his own pocket,
+went on:</p>
+
+<p>"Three hundred dollars&mdash;just for his rooms, while I slave a whole
+week, from eight in the morning till six at night for a measly
+fourteen." With a disgusted shrug of his shoulders he added: "I tell
+you there's something rotten in this country."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked around apprehensively. She was afraid the butler might
+have heard the ejaculation, which, considering he was Mr. Stafford's
+guest, was certainly inexecrable taste. Not that she was surprised. By
+this time she had learned not to look to her prospective
+brother-in-law for Chesterfieldian manners. Quickly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Stafford didn't get more than fourteen when he was your age. He
+was poor, too."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," chimed in Fanny with a toss of her head, "and when they raised
+you from twelve at Christmas you thought you were doing great. I
+remember how chesty you were about it."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie grinned. In tones meant to be tender he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Only because I figured that I might be gettin' eighteen pretty soon
+and then we could get married." Eying her sheepishly, he went on: "Do
+we still have to wait till I get eighteen, Fanny?"</p>
+
+<p>"We certainly do," she retorted promptly. "A couple simply can't live
+on less than eighteen."</p>
+
+<p>The shipping clerk thrust his hands in his pockets and began to stride
+up and down the room. Peevishly he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"I know it. That's what makes me so sore when I read about
+millionaires like Stafford having luxurious private yachts, giving
+fifty thousand for a picture and things like that. They have so much
+money they don't know what to do with it, and yet all that stands
+between me and happiness is four dollars a week <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">and I can't get
+it</span>."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia, who was sitting on the sofa, having become interested in a
+cabinet full of curios close by, looked up with a smile. Encouragingly
+she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't worry, Jimmie, your chance will come just as Mr. Stafford's
+did."</p>
+
+<p>"Fine chance I've got," he growled; "third assistant shipping clerk in
+a wholesale grocery. Why, the manager of the department only gets
+thirty and he's been with the house twenty-six years."</p>
+
+<p>"That's a sweet outlook for me, I must say," cried Fanny in dismay.
+"If it takes a man twenty-six years to work up to thirty, I suppose
+you'll be getting eighteen eleven years from the third of next
+January."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie looked closely at both girls. He was not quite sure if they
+were making fun of him. Apparently satisfied that, on the contrary,
+they were in full sympathy with his troubles, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm doing my best and no fellow can do more! That's what makes me so
+sore, I tell you. Here I am slaving away for fourteen a week and he
+spends three hundred just for his rooms. I wonder how many rooms he
+gets for that?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think it's twelve and four baths," said Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"Four baths!" he gasped. "What in God's name can a bachelor do with
+four baths?"</p>
+
+<p>"Is there any reason he shouldn't have them if he can pay for them?"
+demanded Fanny quietly.</p>
+
+<p>"But what good are they to him," insisted her fiancé. "No matter how
+much money he has, he can't be in more than one tub at a time. I
+suppose he uses 'em Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
+Saturday&mdash;and keeps the favorite for the special splash on Sunday."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked at him scornfully.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you realize," she exclaimed, "that Mr. Stafford has servants and
+that he has friends come to stay with him occasionally?"</p>
+
+<p>Abashed, the young man put his hands in his pockets and began to
+whistle. He stood in considerable awe of Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I hadn't thought o' that," he said mildly.</p>
+
+<p>Flushing with vexation at his making such remarks, Fanny said to him
+in a quick undertone:</p>
+
+<p>"Take my advice and do think&mdash;once in a while. And get rid of that
+temper, too. For the first time in our lives we're invited to dine
+with a rich man and I, for one, want to enjoy it."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie opened his mouth as if to make some retort, when suddenly Oku
+re-appeared carrying a tray in which was a tempting spread of
+cocktails, cigarettes and cigars.</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_8"></a>
+<h2>Chapter VII</h2>
+
+<p>While the butler was serving the cocktails, Virginia roamed through
+the splendid suite of rooms, taking keen delight in examining at
+closer range one and all of the art treasures they contained. She went
+into silent ecstasies before a Da Vinci, a Rembrandt and other fine
+examples of the old masters, and was held spellbound by the beautiful
+modelling of a piece of modern French sculpture. She was not enough of
+a connoisseur to be able to estimate each picture, each curio at its
+true value, but she knew enough to realize that it was a very valuable
+collection and one which very few persons were privileged to view. The
+books with their fine bindings were likewise a source of particular
+delight.</p>
+
+<p>How happy, she mused, the possessor of such a paradise ought to be!
+She wondered if he spent much time at home or if he preferred to
+answer the call of the gay metropolis. He looked like a man who
+enjoyed life. Why had he taken all this trouble for such obscure
+persons as themselves? Why had he looked at her in that persistent,
+admiring way? Could it be possible that he was really attracted to her
+and had begun to think of her as a man does of the woman he wants to
+marry? Was it conceivable that she could ever be the mistress of such
+a beautiful home as this? What folly to even dream of such a
+possibility! Possibly, he was attracted to her and liked her company,
+but there was a vast difference between a fleeting whim and wishing to
+make her his wife. And when her glance fell on Jimmie and Fanny
+squabbling in the distance it was with some bitterness that she
+realized the difference in their station, the width of the social
+chasm between her and the set to which their host belonged.</p>
+
+<p>"Excuse&mdash;please&mdash;excuse," spluttered the polite little Jap as he
+gracefully presented the salver to each guest.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny took a glass, followed in turn by Jimmie, who, extending his
+clumsy hand, snatched one of the dainty glasses and put it to his
+lips. The butler, all smiles and civility, placed the tray on a table
+and again bowed low. Pointing to the tray, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Cigarettes and cigars! Is there anything else?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not for me," replied Jimmie, making himself comfortable in a chair on
+the other side of the table.</p>
+
+<p>"Nor for me," smiled Fanny, graciously.</p>
+
+<p>"No, thank you," added Virginia quickly. "We need nothing else."</p>
+
+<p>"Then excuse, please. Excuse&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>The butler salaamed and withdrew, leaving Jimmie and Fanny sipping
+their cocktails, while Virginia, still interested in the hundred and
+one curios scattered about the rooms, strolled around alone.</p>
+
+<p>"Some cocktail, eh?" grinned Jimmie, smacking his lips.</p>
+
+<p>"Fine!" exclaimed his fiancée, emptying her glass and putting it down
+on the table.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly the clerk's eyes, wandering idly around the room, alighted on
+the tray filled with cigar and cigarette boxes which the butler had
+left behind. Rising and going to the table, he stood staring greedily
+at some expensive perfectos. Finally, unable any longer to withhold
+his itching palm, he put out his hand and selected one. He lit it and
+for a few moments puffed away with evident satisfaction. The more he
+puffed and inhaled the weed's fragrant aroma, the more sorry he was
+that he had none of the same brand at home. Acting on a sudden
+impulse, he went back to the table and took half a dozen cigars out of
+the box. He was about to stuff them into his pocket when Virginia,
+stepping quickly forward, interfered:</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie!" she exclaimed indignantly.</p>
+
+<p>He stayed his hand and rather shamefacedly placed the cigars back in
+the box. Looking up, he demanded:</p>
+
+<p>"Why not? He wouldn't mind."</p>
+
+<p>"Just the same, it isn't a gentlemanly thing to do," she said
+severely.</p>
+
+<p>"If it comes to that," he retorted sharply, "I ain't a gentleman&mdash;I'm
+a shipping clerk."</p>
+
+<p>"Then, of course, there's nothing more to say," she answered, turning
+her back. Picking up a book, she dropped into a chair and, ignoring
+him, relapsed into a dignified silence.</p>
+
+<p>But Jimmie was not to be suppressed by a mere rebuff. After a long,
+sulky silence, during which he puffed viciously at his cigar, he
+followed his prospective sister-in-law across the room. After staring
+at her for some time, he inquired:</p>
+
+<p>"How did you first come to know Mr. Stafford?"</p>
+
+<p>At first the girl made no answer, pretending to be absorbed in what
+she was reading. He repeated the question so pointedly that she would
+not ignore it any longer. Looking up, she said rather impatiently:</p>
+
+<p>"How many more times must I tell you? I was at my desk in the hotel
+about three months ago and he came and wanted long distance&mdash;I think
+it was Washington. There was some trouble getting his party and, as
+people will, we got into conversation about it. I had no idea who he
+was&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny, who had come up, listened intently to the conversation, and, to
+encourage her little sister to become confidential, arranged some
+pillows behind her back in motherly fashion. Long before this the
+elder sister had come to conclusions of her own concerning Virginia's
+acquaintance with the millionaire. When a man of his wealth and
+position took the trouble to pay a girl of Virginia's station such
+marked attention, capping the climax with this present invitation to
+dine at his house, either his intentions were not avowable or else he
+was very much in love and wanted to marry her, which last hypothesis
+sent a thrill down the good sister's back. Virgie the wife of a
+millionaire! It seemed incredible&mdash;too good to be true. It would be
+the making of all of them. She was glad Jimmie had brought up the
+subject.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you know then who he was?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia laughed as if the question amused her.</p>
+
+<p>"No," she replied, "to tell you the truth, I didn't much care. A girl
+who handles a telephone desk at our hotel hasn't got much time to
+bother about anything else."</p>
+
+<p>"When <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">did</span> you find out?" inquired Jimmie, suddenly taking a
+lively interest in the conversation.</p>
+
+<p>"About a month later&mdash;that day he sent downstairs for a stenographer.
+I told you all about it at the time. I asked at the desk if it was all
+right to go to his rooms. They told me who he was and explained that
+he often transacted a lot of business there. That's how we got
+acquainted. Since then, as you know, I have seen a great deal of him,
+telephoning and doing copying for him. He has been very kind, indeed.
+One day he asked me to go to dinner with him&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Did you?" demanded Jimmie.</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly not," replied the girl emphatically. "Then he used to come
+nearly every day. One time I&mdash;I think he had been&mdash;drinking."</p>
+
+<p>"He was&mdash;drunk?" exclaimed Fanny in surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no! Not that," said Virginia quickly, "but I could see he had
+been drinking."</p>
+
+<p>"Just lit up a bit to show that he's human, eh?" said Jimmie with a
+grin.</p>
+
+<p>Paying no attention to the interruption, Virginia went on:</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't like him quite so much after that. He asked me again&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"And you wouldn't?" interrupted Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not!"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie chuckled. Crossing his legs and striking the ashes from his
+cigar, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Say, but that was foxy!"</p>
+
+<p>"What was?" demanded Virginia quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"Making him think that he having money made no difference."</p>
+
+<p>"It didn't."</p>
+
+<p>"Sure it didn't," he laughed. "That was the way to play it."</p>
+
+<p>"What do you mean?" cried the girl indignantly. "I wasn't 'playing'
+anything or anybody."</p>
+
+<p>Paying no heed to the frantic signs which Fanny was making for him to
+keep silent, the shipping clerk went on:</p>
+
+<p>"Why not? It's all in the game."</p>
+
+<p>Ignoring him, Virginia continued:</p>
+
+<p>"He finally asked me to dine with him here and to bring you and Jim. I
+had told him about your being engaged."</p>
+
+<p>The young man nodded approvingly. With a patronizing air he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm beginning to think this fellow Stafford's on the level. He might
+even want to marry you."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia flushed scarlet. Confusedly she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't be absurd!"</p>
+
+<p>"But if he did," insisted Fanny, "<span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">would</span> you marry him?"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie laughed loudly:</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">Would</span> she!" he chuckled. "Say, Fanny, are you crazy?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shook her head. Slowly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know that I would."</p>
+
+<p>"What!" exclaimed the clerk, half starting from his chair. "Do you
+mean to say that if any man as rich as Stafford was to ask you on the
+level to be his wife that you wouldn't jump at the chance?"</p>
+
+<p>Quite unmoved by his indignant outburst, the girl replied calmly:</p>
+
+<p>"I've seen men who are twice as rich as Mr. Stafford that I wouldn't
+marry if they gave me half their money as a wedding present."</p>
+
+<p>The shipping clerk made a grimace, but reluctantly nodded approval.
+Carelessly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"In a way I can't say that I blame you. I've seen pictures of a lot of
+these financiers and, believe me, they are the rummiest looking bunch
+I ever set eyes on! But I didn't think Stafford was that kind."</p>
+
+<p>"I thought he was rather distinguished looking," interrupted Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"He is," said Virginia quickly. "What's more&mdash;he's a gentleman."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie rose and walking over to where Virginia was sitting, stood
+looking at her, his hands in his pockets. Almost sarcastically he
+asked:</p>
+
+<p>"Then see here, if&mdash;this&mdash;Mr. Stafford is distinguished looking and a
+gentleman, as well as rich, will you please tell me what kind of a man
+you want?"</p>
+
+<p>The girl made no reply, but with a thoughtful expression on her face,
+gazed through the window. It was now quite dark outside and the river
+below was dotted here and there with the lights of steamboats and
+sailing boats as they made their way up and down the broad stream.
+Jim's chance remark had set her thinking. Others beside herself were
+speculating as to the purport of Mr. Stafford's attentions? That they
+were honorable she had not the slightest doubt, although at one time
+she had been a little afraid of him. Those invitations to dinner and
+his manner on one or two occasions she had rather resented, but for
+some time past now he had quite changed. He was more respectful, more
+sincere. Supposing the impossible were to happen&mdash;supposing he were to
+ask her to be his wife? For all she knew, the proposal might come that
+very evening. It might be part of the plan of this sudden impromptu
+dinner. What would she say to him? Did she love him? Frankly she did
+not&mdash;yet. Could she ever love him? The answer to that was in the
+future. Ought a girl to marry a man whom she knew in her heart she did
+not love? He was rich, the marriage was in every way desirable. She
+would have every comfort, but could real happiness come of a marriage
+which on both sides would be, after all, only a mockery, a hollow
+sham?</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie, impatient, repeated his question.</p>
+
+<p>"Will you kindly tell us what kind of a man you want?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked up. Calmly she answered:</p>
+
+<p>"I&mdash;I want a man I can love."</p>
+
+<p>The clerk gave a low whistle. Sarcastically he said:</p>
+
+<p>"If you can't love a man as rich as Mr. Stafford, take my advice and
+go see a heart specialist."</p>
+
+<p>"A girl can't love a man just because she wants to," replied Virginia
+with dignity. "Love doesn't go where it's sent; it goes where it
+pleases."</p>
+
+<p>"That's right," interrupted Fanny. Turning to her fiancé she said:
+"You don't suppose I loved a fourteen-dollar-a-week shipping clerk
+because I wanted to, do you?"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie squirmed in his chair.</p>
+
+<p>"What?" he exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>Quickly Fanny mended matters. With a conciliatory smile she added:</p>
+
+<p>"I loved him just because I had to."</p>
+
+<p>Immediately placated, the young man rose and, approaching his fiancée
+in a manner intended to suggest the tenderest sentiment, he stuttered:</p>
+
+<p>"Same here. The first time I ever set eyes on you, Fanny, something
+inside o' me said: 'Me for her!'"</p>
+
+<p>The girl laughed. Placing her hand over her heart, she said mockingly:</p>
+
+<p>"And something here said, 'Him for me!'"</p>
+
+<p>He stooped and kissed her and, taking her hand, they sat side by side
+on the sofa together in the manner of all conventional lovers.
+Virginia, who had watched them with amusement, shook her head. Sadly
+she said:</p>
+
+<p>"My heart never said anything like <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">that</span> to <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">me</span>."</p>
+
+<p>"Then perhaps it won't be that way with you," said Jimmie. "Perhaps
+you'll learn to care for him by degrees like you would&mdash;say, for Mr.
+Stafford."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't talk nonsense," cried Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"He's interested in you, and if you play your cards right&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">going</span> to play any cards."</p>
+
+<p>"Let me tell you one thing," he said, rising and going to the table,
+"a chance like this don't come to one girl in a million."</p>
+
+<p>"Please!&mdash;" exclaimed Virginia, putting up her hand to stop his
+talk.</p>
+
+<p>But Jimmie was not so easily suppressed. Earnestly he went on:</p>
+
+<p>"It's a chance of a life time. It means a lot to me and Fanny too."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, that's true," chimed in his fiancée.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia turned and looked at her sister.</p>
+
+<p>"How?" she demanded.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie, as usual, replied for his slower-witted partner:</p>
+
+<p>"Do you think," he said, "I want to be a shipping clerk all my life?
+Well, I don't. I've got ambitions. Yes, and I've got the ability. All
+I need is a chance and I'd be one of 'em, too."</p>
+
+<p>"One of what?"</p>
+
+<p>"A captain of industry, a magnate, a financier."</p>
+
+<p>"You!"</p>
+
+<p>"Me."</p>
+
+<p>"He could do it," exclaimed Fanny admiringly.</p>
+
+<p>"You bet I could," he said positively. Turning to Virginia, he went
+on: "And if you married Mr. Stafford and he gave me a chance, which as
+his brother-in-law he certainly would&mdash;well, if I ever got a flying
+start I'd show 'em a few things. I've got ability, I have."</p>
+
+<p>"Why don't you prove it by getting eighteen dollars a week?" retorted
+Virginia sarcastically.</p>
+
+<p>Turning her back on him, she walked away and took a seat near the
+window, where she could look out on the street. But he followed her:</p>
+
+<p>"I thought you'd say something like that," he said. "It just shows how
+much you know."</p>
+
+<p>"Explain it to her, Jimmy," exclaimed Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the good?" he replied scornfully. "She wouldn't understand.
+But I will say this: If I had an opportunity to show some rich man
+just what I could do, I'd be worth perhaps a million dollars in ten or
+twelve years, and that would mean a swell house for you and me, and
+servants, and automobiles and everything like that. I'd show 'em!"</p>
+
+<p>Overcome by the vivid picture he had drawn, Fanny took his hands.
+Enthusiastically she cried:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Jimmy, wouldn't it be lovely? And perhaps we could get into real
+society, too&mdash;perhaps we might meet the social leaders from Harlem and
+Brooklyn whose pictures are in the papers every Sunday!"</p>
+
+<p>"There'd be nobody we couldn't meet," he cried proudly.</p>
+
+<p>"And fancy!" exclaimed Fanny&mdash;"fancy going to the dressmaker's,
+picking out half a dozen dresses, having them sent home without even
+asking the price, and letting them charge just as much as they like!
+Wouldn't that be heavenly?"</p>
+
+<p>"You can have all that and more," he cried exultingly.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shrugged her shoulders. The topic was becoming distasteful to
+her. Impatiently she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"It's perfectly ridiculous!"</p>
+
+<p>Going over to her sister, Fanny put her arm around her neck:</p>
+
+<p>"All I want is for you to be happy, sis."</p>
+
+<p>"I know it, dear," replied Virginia. "That's the way you've been
+always."</p>
+
+<p>"You're different to me," went on the elder sister.</p>
+
+<p>"No, I'm not."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, you are. You'd do any man credit."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Fanny!"</p>
+
+<p>"But I'd hate to see you try to keep house on eighteen per. That means
+doing your own work, including the cooking&mdash;yes, and the washing&mdash;and
+you weren't made for that."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't worry about me&mdash;I'll be all right."</p>
+
+<p>"I hope so," sighed Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"I will, don't fear," smiled Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>Not yet discouraged the shipping clerk returned to the attack. Folding
+his arms in authoritative fashion and addressing his future
+sister-in-law he said severely:</p>
+
+<p>"Will you give me a straight answer to a plain question? If Mr.
+Stafford does ask you to marry him, will you? Come on, now, will you?"</p>
+
+<p>"I won't talk about such things," retorted the girl.</p>
+
+<p>Her face flushed up. It was easy to see that she was getting angry.
+Shrugging his shoulders, the young man walked away, but sarcastically
+he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Well, if he does and you don't accept him, you'll be the biggest fool
+that ever lived!"</p>
+
+<p>"That's just what I say," laughed Fanny. "Ha! I wish he'd ask me!"</p>
+
+<p>Quickly Virginia turned to her sister.</p>
+
+<p>"Would you accept him?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Would I?" laughed Fanny. "Oh, would I?"</p>
+
+<p>"And throw Jimmie over?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'd throw Jimmie so far and so hard he'd think he was struck by a
+cyclone."</p>
+
+<p>"And I wouldn't blame her," said the young man, scratching his head.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked in amazement from one to the other.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't understand either of you," she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>Never at a loss for an answer the clerk proceeded to explain:</p>
+
+<p>"Why should I expect any girl to stick to me and fourteen per when she
+can have a place like this? Look at this swell furniture, these rugs,
+and them ornaments&mdash;" Going, over to the mantelpiece, he picked up one
+of the costly Peach Blow vases, examined it critically for a moment
+and turned to the girls: "I suppose this is one of them
+peach&mdash;peach&mdash;something or other&mdash;vases I've read about."</p>
+
+<p>"Peach Blow," corrected Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"That's it," he grinned. "I suppose it's worth six or seven thousand
+dollars&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Be careful!" exclaimed Virginia warningly, "or you'll drop it."</p>
+
+<p>The words were hardly uttered when Jimmie's foot caught in the rug and
+he stumbled, dropping the vase, which broke into two pieces.
+Bewildered, horrified, he stood still, surveying with dismay the
+fragments at his feet.</p>
+
+<p>"Now you've done it!" he exclaimed hoarsely.</p>
+
+<p>"I have?" exclaimed Virginia indignantly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;I shouldn't have dropped it if you hadn't shouted at me."</p>
+
+<p>Picking up the pieces, he tried to fit them together.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny, frightened out of her wits, was speechless.</p>
+
+<p>"I think we'd better go home!" she gasped.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia alone remained cool.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't be foolish," she said.</p>
+
+<p>"Wait a bit! Wait a bit!" cried Jimmie; picking up the pieces and
+putting them together. "Look here. How's that for luck? They fit
+perfectly. No one will know the difference." Replacing the mended vase
+where he had found it, he added: "We'll leave it just like that and
+he'll think the Jap did it."</p>
+
+<p>"Fine!" cried Fanny thoughtlessly, grasping at any excuse which
+promised to exonerate them.</p>
+
+<p>But Virginia would not permit it.</p>
+
+<p>"We'll do nothing of the kind," she exclaimed indignantly.</p>
+
+<p>"If we don't, he'll think we've done it," said Jimmie apprehensively.</p>
+
+<p>The girl gave him a look that made him quail.</p>
+
+<p>"He's not only got to think it," she said severely&mdash;"he has got to
+know it."</p>
+
+<p>"But if he does&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>As he spoke the front door bell rang in the outer hall. Quickly he
+added: "I'll bet that's him! Shall you tell him?"</p>
+
+<p>"I certainly shall if you don't," replied Virginia firmly.</p>
+
+<p>Oku passed hurriedly through the room on his way to open the front
+door.</p>
+
+<p>"Excuse, please, excuse&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Nervous at meeting her host, Fanny began to mop her face desperately.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm so nervous!" she said. "Do I shake hands with him when I'm
+introduced or just say 'pleased to meet you?'"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia laughed heartily.</p>
+
+<p>"Behave as you would with anyone else," she said.</p>
+
+<p>"How do you feel, Jimmie?" inquired Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>There was an expression of comical consternation on the shipping
+clerk's face as he pointed to the broken vase.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not worrying about meeting him," he said ruefully. "I'm worrying
+about that&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>The next instant the door leading to the hall opened and Robert
+Stafford entered.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_9"></a>
+<h2>Chapter VIII</h2>
+
+
+<p>Their host advanced, hand extended, his frank, boyish face lit up with
+a cordial smile.</p>
+
+<p>It was hard to realize that this youthful looking man with black hair
+not yet tinged by a suspicion of gray, and whose erect, athletic
+figure suggested the football field rather than the counting room, was
+one of the most influential railroad men in the country, the master of
+a large fortune amassed by his own painstaking efforts, his own
+energy, initiative and ability.</p>
+
+<p>Attired himself in a plain business suit, a quick glance at his
+visitors' dress had already told him that he could dispense with the
+formality of changing for dinner. Shaking hands with Virginia, he said
+in his usual hearty fashion:</p>
+
+<p>"Well, how are you? I'm so sorry I am late. Oku explained, didn't he?"</p>
+
+<p>"Perfectly," smiled Virginia. "He took good care of us."</p>
+
+<p>Turning to Fanny, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"This, I presume, is your sister&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia hastened to make introductions:</p>
+
+<p>"Fanny," she said, "let me introduce Mr. Stafford."</p>
+
+<p>The host bowed and smiled pleasantly, while Fanny, embarrassed, not
+knowing whether to offer her hand, felt awkward and ill at ease, as do
+most people who, going seldom into society, are not in constant
+practice with its civilities.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm very pleased, indeed, to meet you, Miss Blaine," said Stafford,
+bowing.</p>
+
+<p>"And this," went on Virginia, turning to her brother-in-law elect, who
+stood gaping in the background, "is Mr. Gillie&mdash;just 'Jimmie' we call
+him, don't we, Fanny?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;Jimmie&mdash;of course," stammered Fanny, blushing furiously.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford held out his hand and gave the shipping clerk a grip that
+made him wince.</p>
+
+<p>"How do you do, Mr. Gillie?"</p>
+
+<p>"How are you?" returned Jimmie with an indifferent nod as he nursed
+his crushed fingers behind his back.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford beamed good-naturedly on all three. He looked genuinely glad
+to see them, and this immediately set his guests at their ease. He may
+not have really felt the cordial welcome he gave them, but he looked
+as if they were just the people whose society he enjoyed most, a happy
+knack which some men possess of adapting themselves to their
+environments, and which had always been the secret of his popularity
+with men and women both. His manner was so natural, so free from
+restraint and pose, that even Fanny, timid and nervous as she was,
+felt reassured.</p>
+
+<p>But while he was affable with all, he had eyes only for Virginia. The
+others he would willingly have dispensed with, especially the shipping
+clerk, whom he had sized up with one quick glance. He winced as he
+took note of the man's cheap, ready-made clothes and boorish manners.
+Decidedly he was quite impossible, but for the pleasure of a few
+moment's <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">tête-à-tête</span> with Virginia, he was ready to make any
+sacrifice&mdash;even to meet on equal social terms a Mr. Gillie.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you quite sure," he went on apologetically, "that I am forgiven
+for keeping you waiting? Believe me, it was absolutely unavoidable or
+it wouldn't have happened."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes," rejoined Virginia quickly, "we're quite sure of that."</p>
+
+<p>The host turned to the Japanese butler, who was busy at the table,
+placing the empty cocktail glasses on the tray.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you explain thoroughly, Oku?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>The man looked up.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir. I tell you have big meeting and say 'very much excuse,
+please.'"</p>
+
+<p>"That was right," rejoined his master, with a laugh. "Now get me the
+menu."</p>
+
+<p>Oku picked up the tray and made for the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;excuse, please. Excuse."</p>
+
+<p>When his butler had disappeared, Stafford turned to his guests with a
+smile:</p>
+
+<p>"Queer little chap, isn't he? He is very devoted, and I find him very
+useful. You see, being a bachelor, I don't keep house, but if I have a
+little party like this, I generally leave the selection of the dinner
+to Oku and have it served in there&mdash;" He pointed to the dining-room,
+the folding doors of which the butler had closed. With a good-natured
+laugh, he added: "He has shut the doors so we can't see the spread. I
+hope the little beggar has something good."</p>
+
+<p>Jim, who, until now, had remained in the background, trying to summon
+up enough courage to take an aggressive part in the conversation,
+spoke up boldly:</p>
+
+<p>"Nice little place you have here, Mr. Stafford."</p>
+
+<p>There was an amused expression, which did not escape Virginia's
+notice, hovering around the corners of the millionaire's mouth, as he
+replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Glad you like it. Have you seen the other rooms?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," replied the clerk carelessly, as he flecked the ashes from his
+cigar on to the fine Turkish rug. "I'm judging by this one&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>At that moment Oku re-entered the room, bearing in his hand a menu,
+which he handed to his master. Stafford glanced over it and nodded
+approvingly, then, taking out a pencil, he made one correction. This
+done, he handed it back.</p>
+
+<p>"I think that will do nicely. Have dinner served when ready."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;sir&mdash;excuse, please."</p>
+
+<p>The butler was about to leave the room, when his master called him
+back.</p>
+
+<p>"Oku&mdash;just a moment." Turning apologetically to the others, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Will you excuse me?" In an undertone to the butler, he said: "I
+shan't dress to-night&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Oku salaamed.</p>
+
+<p>"Anything else, sir?"</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;you can go."</p>
+
+<p>"Then excuse&mdash;please. Excuse&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>The butler disappeared and the host rejoined his guests. Addressing
+the shipping clerk amiably, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad you like this room, Mr. Gillie."</p>
+
+<p>There was no sarcasm in his voice, nor did he intend any. The railroad
+promoter was in good humor that evening, and he wanted his guests to
+feel perfectly at home, but Jimmie, in his ignorant egotism thought
+that his host was really flattered by his praise. Patronizingly, he
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"I do, for a fact. I think it's all right."</p>
+
+<p>Pointing to the library beyond, the millionaire said carelessly:</p>
+
+<p>"My best things are in that room. But there are some here that are
+rather good, I think. Did you notice this?" He picked up from a table
+a piece of carved ivory and held it so that all might see. "It was
+carved by a Japanese master nearly eight hundred years ago."</p>
+
+<p>"Did he get much for it?" asked Jimmie, opening wide his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Who," smiled Stafford, "the carver?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Probably a few cents a day."</p>
+
+<p>"A few cents a day?" gaped the clerk.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie whistled and walked away. Contemptuously he said:</p>
+
+<p>"He ought to have joined the Carvers' Union."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"There was none in those days," he said. "Even if there had been he
+wouldn't have joined. He was an artist; he worked for the joy of
+working."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie snickered. Sneeringly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"He knew his own business best, I suppose, but I've never seen a man
+who could raise a family on that."</p>
+
+<p>Replacing the ivory back in the cabinet where it belonged, Stafford
+turned to the mantel and pointed to the Peach Blow vase, which only a
+few moments before had met with disaster. But the damage was not
+visible from a distance, and with the natural pride of a collector
+showing one of his most valued possessions, the railroad man said:</p>
+
+<p>"I have one or two Peach Blows that I think are rather good. There is
+one up there which I am particularly fond of."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie more and more nervous gave his fiancée a nudge. In a frightened
+undertone he whispered to her:</p>
+
+<p>"It's coming! It's coming!"</p>
+
+<p>To hide her confusion, Fanny pretended to be very busy with her
+handkerchief. Stafford, meantime, had gone up to the bookcase.
+Reaching up his hand so he could take hold of the vase by its neck,
+the millionaire went on:</p>
+
+<p>"This vase is said to be&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>His hand touched the vase, but, instead of lifting it, he simply
+lifted up the piece which had been broken off. For a moment he stared
+at the fragment in amazement, while the others looked on in silent
+consternation. There was an ominous pause. Jimmie, turning pale, could
+feel his heart thumping violently against his ribs.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, it's broken!" exclaimed their host.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;" said Jimmie quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"Why&mdash;so it is!" gasped Fanny, on the theory that an expression of
+bewilderment on her part would exonerate her from suspicion.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford stood still, trying to fix the two pieces together. He was
+quite cool and to all appearances the least concerned of the four.
+There was not even a note of impatience in his voice as he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Oku must be more careful. I never knew him to do a thing like this
+before."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia approached her future brother-in-law. In a quick undertone
+she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Tell him."</p>
+
+<p>"Not on your life," he answered in the same tragic whisper. "He
+doesn't suspect us. We can get away with it."</p>
+
+<p>Utterly disgusted, Virginia moved toward her host.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Stafford!" she said loudly and firmly.</p>
+
+<p>He looked up, surprised at her manner and tone.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes?" he smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Oku didn't break it."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford stared at her in amazement.</p>
+
+<p>"Didn't he?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Really?"</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;it wasn't Oku." She hesitated a moment; as if still unwilling to
+disclose the real culprit, Finally she said: "We&mdash;we did&mdash;it."</p>
+
+<p>An expression of amused surprise came over his face, as he echoed:</p>
+
+<p>"Did we?"</p>
+
+<p>He looked from one to the other, his glance finally failing on Fanny.
+Alarmed at his scrutiny, she hurriedly pointed to her sister and her
+fiancé:</p>
+
+<p>"Not me! Them!" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford smiled. Although it meant a serious loss, to say nothing of
+the blow to his pride as a collector he was too much the man of the
+world to betray annoyance or to permit a little accident of that kind
+to spoil the evening's enjoyment. Courteously he said:</p>
+
+<p>"It doesn't matter in the least."</p>
+
+<p>Ashamed to hide behind a woman's skirts any longer, Jimmie now came
+forward. In a halfhearted fashion, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I was looking at it when Virginia suddenly addressed me and I dropped
+it." With airy self-assurance, he added: "Of course I'll pay for it."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford shrugged his shoulders. Carelessly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Please don't give it another thought, any of you."</p>
+
+<p>Leaving her companions, Virginia approached her host. Looking up at
+him earnestly, she said in an undertone:</p>
+
+<p>"I can't tell you how sorry I am."</p>
+
+<p>He was so tall that, standing close by she had to look up at him. As
+he stood there, so big and strong, smiling down at her, taking
+good-naturedly what might well have irritated any man, she thought to
+herself how handsome and nice he was. Looking into her eyes with the
+same ardent expression she had so often noticed in his glance, he said
+softly:</p>
+
+<p>"The only thing that I could possibly regret is the fact that the
+incident might throw a little cloud over what I hope will be a very
+pleasant evening. If you want to be really good to me, you will
+promise me you won't even think of it again. Is it a promise?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'll do my best," she murmured.</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you." Turning to Fanny, he said: "And you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course," she replied confusedly; "it wasn't any of my
+affair&mdash;but&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Then it can't bother you," he laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"No," she smiled.</p>
+
+<p>The host turned to the shipping clerk.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Gillie?"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie assumed a ludicrous expression. Hesitatingly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I feel as though I ought to pay for it."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no, no!" laughed Stafford.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," exclaimed the clerk, as if fully prepared to pay out $3,000 at
+a moment's notice, "that's the way I feel, but if you insist&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"And I certainly do," said his host decidedly.</p>
+
+<p>"Then," rejoined the clerk reluctantly, "I suppose I shall have to let
+the matter drop."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Then it is settled. Good!" Turning to Virginia, he said: "I think you
+told me that your sister and Mr. Gillie are engaged."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>Going up to Fanny and her betrothed, he extended a hand to both:</p>
+
+<p>"Congratulations! I hope you'll both be very, very happy."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you," said Fanny, with a little courtesy.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I guess we'll be all right," said Jimmie airily.</p>
+
+<p>Dropping into the easy chair near the table, the clerk helped himself
+uninvited to another cigar. Stafford took another seat near him, while
+Virginia and her sister continued to find pleasure in examining some
+of the art treasures scattered all about them.</p>
+
+<p>"May I ask when the wedding takes place?" inquired the host after a
+pause.</p>
+
+<p>Withdrawing the perfecto from his lips. Jimmie threw back his head and
+blew a ring of smoke up to the ceiling.</p>
+
+<p>"That depends," he replied carelessly, "on how&mdash;a&mdash;a&mdash;business venture
+of mine turns out."</p>
+
+<p>Now at close range, Stafford scrutinized his guest more narrowly.
+Quickly he took note of his ill-fitting clothes, cheap tie, frayed
+linen and shabby shoes. He hardly looked the kind of man likely to be
+burdened with heavy business responsibilities. Nodding sympathetically,
+so as to encourage confidence, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I see. What business are you in, Mr. Gillie?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm a shipping clerk."</p>
+
+<p>"Then you are not in business for yourself?"</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;that is, not now&mdash;though I hope to be some day. You see, I have
+ambitions."</p>
+
+<p>The millionaire nodded approvingly.</p>
+
+<p>"That's right. Every young man should be ambitious."</p>
+
+<p>"I want to do something big," went on his <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">vis-à-vis</span>
+confidently. "I have the ability. All I need is the chance to prove
+it."</p>
+
+<p>"H'm," said Stafford, with a slight tinge of scepticism in his voice.
+"In what direction do you think your talents lie, Mr. Gillie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Finance! Organization!" exclaimed the clerk enthusiastically. "I've
+got ideas, too! For instance, Mr. Stafford, did you ever stop to think
+of the money there would be in a Chewing Gum Trust?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, I must confess I never did," laughed his host.</p>
+
+<p>"Well&mdash;there's big money in it," said Jimmie confidently. "I've
+figured it all out. I'd like to tell you about another scheme of mine,
+which is going to revolutionize railroading in this country&mdash;cut down
+train time one-half. I told the girls about it; they think it's
+great!"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford nodded.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;Miss Virginia mentioned it to me. You must tell me what it is
+some day."</p>
+
+<p>Inflating his chest, Jimmie sat back in his chair and puffed more
+vigorously at his cigar. Decidedly he was getting on. Here he was
+discussing business opportunities with one of the biggest men in New
+York. Carelessly he added: "I've got lots of other good ideas, too,
+but I suppose I'll never be able to work 'em out. What chance has a
+shipping clerk got?"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford looked at his interlocutor for a moment without speaking.
+Then suddenly and emphatically, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Gillie, the business world is actually hunting to-day for men big
+enough to hold big positions. I don't mean mere fifty-thousand-dollar
+men. I mean hundred-thousand-dollar men. There is a better chance now
+for the really big man than there ever was."</p>
+
+<p>"But how is a fellow going to prove he is a big man?" inquired the
+clerk, removing the cigar from his mouth.</p>
+
+<p>"By doing whatever work in which he is engaged in a big way. The man
+who says to himself 'I'm too good for this job,' but only says it,
+will probably have it for the rest of his life. But the man who says
+'I'll show my boss that I'm too good for it,' and does his work in a
+way that proves it&mdash;the feet of such a man are on the road that leads
+to the City of Big Things!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia, who had come near enough to overhear the last few words,
+stood listening, fascinated.</p>
+
+<p>"The City of Big Things!" she echoed.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford laughed. Rising and turning to Virginia, He said courteously:</p>
+
+<p>"But we didn't come here to talk business and such subjects as that."
+Changing the topic, he asked: "Have you read any of the new books,
+Miss Blaine?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm afraid not," she smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Virgie hasn't had much time to read lately," interrupted Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"Busy?" demanded their host.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, it's this way," explained the elder sister, "we've had a lot of
+sewing to do, and three times in the last two weeks she's taken me to
+the art galleries to look at the pictures."</p>
+
+<p>"Really!" exclaimed Stafford.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," broke in Jimmie, with a grin, "one time they took me. Some of
+the pictures were great, but I couldn't stand for those milk chocolate
+Dutch women with the Mellen's Food babies. I like pictures with
+something doing in them for mine&mdash;such as battles and sea pictures."</p>
+
+<p>The millionaire pointed towards the room beyond the salon. He said:</p>
+
+<p>"If you are fond of paintings of battle scenes, I have two
+Meissoniers, which I think rather good. They are in the library
+there&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Can I see them?" demanded the clerk, anxious to pass for a
+connoisseur.</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly," replied his host. Turning to Fanny, he added: "There's
+also a collection of fans. I think it would interest you, too."</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure they will," she smiled. "Will you excuse us?"</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She went towards the library and at the threshold turned and called to
+her fiancé, who was lingering behind.</p>
+
+<p>"Coming, Jimmie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Surest thing you know," he grinned, rising to go and join her.
+Stafford accompanied them as far as the library door. Pointing all
+around, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"The books and the engravings will interest you. You needn't hurry.
+Oku will let you know when dinner is served."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," smiled Fanny. "You and Virginia please excuse us. Jimmie
+and I will just browse in here for a while."</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_10"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter IX</h2>
+
+
+<p>Glad of the opportunity which allowed him a few minutes alone with
+the girl whose personality had taken so strong a hold upon him,
+Stafford gently closed the door, and, returning quickly, took a seat
+near Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Well&mdash;Miss Blaine?" he smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Well&mdash;Mr. Stafford?"</p>
+
+<p>"Here we are all alone," he said, looking at her admiringly.</p>
+
+<p>There was a strange look in his eyes, a longing, appealing look, as if
+he had something on his mind to which he did not dare give expression.
+For a moment the girl regretted that she had not followed her sister.
+It was embarrassing under the peculiar circumstances to be alone there
+with him. There was a long pause, during which neither spoke. At last
+Virginia said:</p>
+
+<p>"Why didn't you let me see the pictures too? You know that I'm
+interested in books and pictures."</p>
+
+<p>She made a movement, as if about to follow the others, but instantly
+he put out his hand to detain her.</p>
+
+<p>"Not yet, please. I have so many things I want to talk to you about."</p>
+
+<p>In spite of herself, Virginia smiled at his boyish earnestness of
+manner.</p>
+
+<p>"What, for instance?"</p>
+
+<p>"Among them is&mdash;myself."</p>
+
+<p>"I know a great deal about you already," she said. "The newspapers and
+magazines have been full of the history of the man who, starting with
+nothing, has become a power in the railroad and financial world. It
+only needed one thing to make it fit for the model young man's
+story-book&mdash;it neglected to say&mdash;'our hero neither drinks nor
+smokes.'"</p>
+
+<p>"It couldn't," he laughed. "I do both."</p>
+
+<p>"Another public idol shattered!" she exclaimed merrily.</p>
+
+<p>He joined in the fun with her, in his frank, boyish way.</p>
+
+<p>"Behave, now!" he laughed.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia grew more serious. Thoughtfully she continued:</p>
+
+<p>"In the last interview which the newspapers had with you&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Probably faked&mdash;" he interrupted.</p>
+
+<p>"You neglected to say, 'making my first thousand dollars was the
+hardest task of all.' All successful men do that; why not you?"</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her for a moment in an amused kind of way. Then
+carelessly he answered:</p>
+
+<p>"Making the first thousand was about the easiest for me. I got hold of
+some information about a certain stock, borrowed a hundred from a
+friend, put it up as margin in a bucket shop, and by pressing my luck,
+made and got my first thousand without any trouble whatever."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked straight at him, admiration as much for his
+personality as for his achievements showing plainly in the expression
+of her large, black eyes. Slowly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"And it was that, I suppose, which started you on the way to the City
+of Big Things. I like that phrase&mdash;The City of Big Things.'"</p>
+
+<p>He nodded as he answered:  "It's a great city&mdash;the only one worth
+living in."</p>
+
+<p>"And you are one of the most prominent inhabitants."</p>
+
+<p>"I wouldn't go so far as to say that," he laughed in an embarrassed
+sort of way. "Still, every one in the city knows I'm living there."</p>
+
+<p>The girl made no reply, but absent-mindedly looked away in the
+direction of the library, where Fanny and her intended were heard
+chattering. For a few moments she sat still, as if engrossed in
+thought. Then suddenly she turned toward him. Impulsively she said:</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder how it must feel to be a man&mdash;and successful!"</p>
+
+<p>He laughed lightly, as he answered:</p>
+
+<p>"It feels great! To know that you've done something; to know that
+you've made a name and a place for yourself; to realize that no one
+dare try to walk over you; to feel that your bitterest enemy respects
+you and your rights because if he doesn't it means a fight to the
+finish&mdash;that makes a man feel good&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"I should think it would!" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"And then," he went on, "success means money, and money means power,
+and luxury and every comfort that the world can give. If a successful
+man wishes to travel by land, he has his private car, if he wishes to
+travel by sea, he has his own yacht, and so it goes."</p>
+
+<p>"It must be wonderful to be like you, and have everything that you
+could wish for."</p>
+
+<p>He smiled at her enthusiasm, and then his manner suddenly became more
+serious. In a tone which had peculiar emphasis, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't say that I had everything I could wish for."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, haven't you?" she demanded, as if surprised that a man so
+wealthy, so successful, could possibly lack anything he really
+desired.</p>
+
+<p>"No," he replied slowly, "I haven't a home."</p>
+
+<p>Still she appeared not to understand. Looking around at the
+magnificence all about her, she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Why, all this is so beautiful&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He shrugged his shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>"This?" he echoed. "This isn't a home. It's merely the place in which
+I live&mdash;sometimes."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" she exclaimed, light beginning to dawn upon her.</p>
+
+<p>He went on:</p>
+
+<p>"Furniture, pictures, tapestries, books&mdash;they don't make a home. Only
+a woman can do that&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He stopped short and looked fixedly at her, a deep, searching look, as
+if he would read her very soul. Their eyes met, and instinctively she
+divined what his words implied and at whom they were directed. The
+moment she had dreaded had come at last. This man was about to ask her
+to marry him. Instead of exulting at this triumph, this conquest which
+would make her the envied wife of a millionaire, she was suddenly
+seized by a nervous dread. With pale face and trembling lips, she
+waited for him to speak, her heart throbbing so furiously that she
+could almost hear the beats. The time had come when she must make up
+her mind. She liked him, but she did not love him. She must either
+refuse this millionaire and voluntarily forego the life of
+independence and luxury such a marriage would mean, or she must be
+false to her most sacred convictions and marry a man she did not love.
+Most girls would not hesitate. It was an opportunity such as rarely
+presented itself. They would marry him first and find out if they
+cared for him afterwards. But she was not that kind of a girl. She
+believed in being true to her principles. She did not love him. She
+admired his strength, his masterful energy; she respected his success
+and achievements in life, but between such regard and real affection
+for the man himself there was a wide gulf. If she was to be true to
+the opinions she had always held concerning the marital relationship,
+she must be candid and honest with herself and with him, no matter
+what material advantages were to be gained by such a union. No
+happiness could come of a marriage that was not based on material
+regard or affection. They had known each other too short a time. He
+might think now that he cared for her very much, yet it might not be
+love which he felt for her at all, but only a horrible counterfeit,
+which goes by the same name and which, like a fierce flame, flares up
+suddenly and then dies down again. She was sufficiently sophisticated
+and world-wise to gauge at its true worth the violent attraction for
+the opposite sex which passion engenders in some men&mdash;an irresistible,
+uncontrollable desire, which must be satisfied at any cost, even at
+the price of their own happiness. Afterwards, when the novelty had
+worn off, he might be sorry and she would be very, very unhappy. Was
+it worth the sacrifice?</p>
+
+<p>Stafford, bending over the arm of the chair on which she was seated,
+came so near that he almost touched her. She could feel his warm
+breath on her cheek. His eyes ardently fixed on hers, he whispered:</p>
+
+<p>"Virginia&mdash;will you make a home for me? Will you be my wife?"</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center"><img src="images/image2.png" alt='"Virginia&mdash;Will You Make A Home For Me?'></p>
+<p style="text-align: center">"Virginia&mdash;Will You Make A Home For Me?"</p>
+
+<p>Startled, the girl drew back as if she had been stung. She had
+expected the proposal, yet when it came she was taken completely by
+surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"Your wife!" she faltered.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;my wife."</p>
+
+<p>She turned and looked straight at him. Agitated as she was within, her
+manner did not betray it. Calmly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"You take me by surprise. I am greatly flattered, but&mdash;is it not
+rather sudden? We know so little of each other&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Impulsively he seized her hand, and held it tight in his. She did not
+attempt to withdraw it. He was so moved that he could scarcely control
+his voice:</p>
+
+<p>"I do not have to know you long to be convinced that you are the only
+woman with whom I could be happy."</p>
+
+<p>"But are you convinced?" she persisted. "Do you really love me?"</p>
+
+<p>Abruptly he released her hand and sat up. In his eyes flashed the same
+ardor as before, but somehow the expression of his face had changed.
+He was no longer the eager unsophisticated lover, ready to do
+anything, say anything, in order to gain his end, but the resourceful,
+masterly man, accustomed to direct and control his own affairs, the
+man who will brook no interference with his will, even from the woman
+who may bear his name. Slowly, almost coldly, he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"You wish for the truth?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>He drew himself up and looked her squarely in the face. There was
+nothing of the lover in his manner now. An observer would have thought
+he was discussing with her some matter of business. And to him it was
+a matter of business&mdash;a matter to be discussed from every point of
+view and, above all, honestly. There must be no misunderstanding from
+the start. In this, he thought as she did. Their opinions on this one
+point were in curious harmony. He would not lie to her. He would make
+her his wife, give her all the money, all the furbelows, all the
+luxuries her heart desired, but he would not pretend something that
+was not. He would play cards upon the table. Guardedly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I feel always that I want to be near you, to be tender to you, to
+look after and guard you, shield you from all trouble and harm&mdash;if
+that is love, then I love you."</p>
+
+<p>"And if I don't consider that&mdash;love?" she demanded, with a little
+nervous laugh.</p>
+
+<p>The millionaire shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>"Then I am afraid that I shall never love any one," he said. "You see,
+life with me has been one long fight. As a boy, I fought for bread; as
+a youth, I fought for an education, as a man, I fought for success.
+Everything I possess to-day I have wrested from the world, and while
+getting it I have been too busy for romance and love-making. But I
+think this will prove what regard I have for you. I have been
+attracted to many women, but you are the only woman I have ever asked
+to marry me. I await your answer. Will you be my wife?"</p>
+
+<p>The girl looked up at him, gazing earnestly Into his eyes, as if
+trying to read there if he was the kind of a man to whom a girl might
+entrust her happiness. Slowly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"You don't even trouble to ask if I love you?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't expect you to&mdash;yet," he answered, with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>"And you would have me marry you, knowing that I do not love you?"</p>
+
+<p>"But I think you like me&mdash;a little. Don't you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Do you wish for the truth?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"I do like you&mdash;more than like you&mdash;but I don't love you&mdash;yet."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you love any other man?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you like any other man more than you like me?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>Once more he bent forward. Eagerly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Then give me a chance&mdash;marry me, and I'll make you love me."</p>
+
+<p>"You'll&mdash;make me&mdash;" she echoed.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he murmured ardently. "I'll make you! And when once I have your
+love, I'll hold it against the world! Be my wife! I'll be a loyal and
+faithful husband. You shan't have a single care. You shall have every
+luxury that money can buy. Virginia&mdash;will you marry me?"</p>
+
+<p>His words, vibrating as they were with passion, sounded to her ears
+like music. Was this, then, the love call which nearly every woman
+heard some time in her life? And even if it was not love, would she
+not be a fool to let slip an opportunity such as came only to a few?
+At least he was as honest as herself. He admitted it was not love he
+felt for her, but in time love would come to bless their union, there
+was no doubt of that. Did any newly married couple really love each
+other at first? It was impossible, yet no one had the courage to admit
+it. She must decide and quickly. Her future was at stake&mdash;Fanny's
+future, too&mdash;for her own prosperity would naturally help her sister.
+Then, besides, he was such a nice, kind man. There was no reason she
+should not be happy. As she looked at him sideways, and noted his
+strong profile, his big, muscular frame, his air of energy and power,
+and thought of his success, his prominent position, his good
+reputation, she wondered to herself what more any girl could ask in a
+husband.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly she felt his hand close upon hers. Gently but firmly he drew
+her to him. She did not resist, but closed her eyes, feeling a
+delicious thrill at the sensation of this big, strong man taking
+possession of her in spite of her will. Her head fell back, and he
+leaned forward until his lips nearly touched hers. But they went no
+further. He held himself in control, as if holding back until his lips
+had the right to seal their troth. Softly he murmured:</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me&mdash;tell me, Virginia&mdash;will you marry me?"</p>
+
+<p>Like a little frightened bird, helplessly fluttering its wings in the
+captor's strong hands, she trembled under his caress.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know what to say," she murmured. "Give me time."</p>
+
+<p>"Say yes," he murmured amorously.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly some one behind them coughed discreetly. Virginia, startled,
+sat up in confusion. She and Stafford had been so completely engrossed
+that they had not heard the entrance of Oku, who had come in to
+announce that dinner was ready.</p>
+
+<p>"Excuse, please! Dinner, it is served!"</p>
+
+<p>His master motioned him to go into the next room.</p>
+
+<p>"Go and tell Miss Blaine and Mr. Gillie," he said in a slightly
+annoyed tone.</p>
+
+<p>The servant disappeared, and Stafford, inwardly cursing Oku for the
+interruption, returned to the attack.</p>
+
+<p>"Won't you say yes?" he pleaded.</p>
+
+<p>But the spell was broken&mdash;for the time at least. Virginia had risen,
+and was busy rearranging her rumpled dress.</p>
+
+<p>Glad of the interruption, she shook her head. It was too serious a
+matter to be settled so quickly. She must have time to think.</p>
+
+<p>"Not now," she murmured.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he persisted, again approaching her.</p>
+
+<p>Her very resistance spurred him on. Like most men, he valued most what
+he could not have. Had she yielded readily, he would have thought less
+of her. She drew back, as if avoiding his embrace.</p>
+
+<p>"You must give me time to consider," she whispered.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford was about to insist, when suddenly the folding doors behind
+them were thrown open, disclosing the elaborately laid dining table.
+At the same instant Fanny and her fiancé reappeared from the library.
+Giving Virginia a quick glance, as if anxious to know what had
+occurred during their absence, the elder sister said:</p>
+
+<p>"Those pictures are lovely, aren't they, Jim?"</p>
+
+<p>"Fine," he exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford bowed in acknowledgment.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad you liked them," he smiled. Turning to the younger sister,
+he added: "Shall we go in to dinner?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia, who had been standing with her back to the dining room, her
+face clouded in deep thought, turned round. An exclamation of surprise
+and delight escaped her lips when she caught sight of the elaborate
+spread made in her honor.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, isn't it beautiful!" she exclaimed rapturously.</p>
+
+<p>The table, with its corbeils of fruit, beautiful silver, floral
+pieces, snowy linen, fine crystal, the whole dominated by a superb
+electrolier, which cast color over all, was indeed a spectacle to
+delight and fascinate the eye. Jimmie was so overcome by the sight,
+that he nearly fell over the chair which the accommodating Oku held
+out for him. At last all were seated, Virginia at the right hand of
+the host, Fanny at the left, the shipping clerk at the other end of
+the table.</p>
+
+<p>"Wine, Oku, the wine!" cried Stafford, while his guests began to
+nibble the dainty appetizers which preceded the more substantial
+dishes.</p>
+
+<p>The little butler, quick as lightning, filled the glasses with
+foaming, hissing champagne. The host, his eyes fixed on Virginia, rose
+to his feet, glass in hand, while Jimmie, unaccustomed to such fine
+surroundings, and feeling rather out of place, looked up and stared.
+Slowly Stafford raised his glass. Impressively he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Before we begin dinner, I have a toast to propose&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny and Jimmie looked up.</p>
+
+<p>"A toast!" they cried in surprise.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford, his eyes still on Virginia, went on:</p>
+
+<p>"I have the honor of proposing the happiness of Virginia&mdash;my future
+bride!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia started and turned pale and red in turn.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center"><img src="images/image3.png" alt='Raising His Glass He Said: To Virginia&mdash;My Future Bride!'></p>
+<p style="text-align: center">Raising His Glass He Said: "To Virginia&mdash;My Future Bride!"</p>
+
+
+<p>Jimmie, with an audible exclamation of satisfaction, nearly choked
+over his champagne. Fanny, overjoyed, took her sister's hand,
+exclaiming:</p>
+
+<p>"Really, Virgie! This is a surprise, and you didn't tell me?"</p>
+
+<p>"It&mdash;isn't&mdash;definite," stammered Virginia helplessly. "I&mdash;haven't&mdash;
+promised."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford laughed&mdash;the low, triumphant laugh of a man who knew he held
+the winning card. Again raising his glass, he said significantly:</p>
+
+<p>"No, dear, but you will. To the future Mrs. Stafford!"</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_11"></a>
+<h2>Chapter X</h2>
+
+
+<p>For some time after the merry dinner in Robert Stafford's beautiful
+apartment Virginia saw but little of her wealthy suitor. In fact, she
+rather avoided him, preferring not to give the appearance of
+encouraging him, firstly because she had not yet made up her mind
+regarding the honor he had done her, secondly because it was not
+always easy to invent excuses for further delay in arriving at a
+decision. Yet, situated as she was, it was not possible to hide from
+him altogether. There were daily duties to be performed; the business
+routine of every day must go on. When in the hotel or its neighborhood
+Stafford never neglected an opportunity to see her, or when he was not
+able to come himself he sent her flowers, books and candy, paying her
+every delicate attention in the nicest and most considerate way
+possible.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as was practicable, she resigned her position at the hotel,
+taking this step not so much to avoid the railroad promoter, but
+because she did not wish to furnish anyone with the slightest pretext
+for criticism. The world is quick to censure. People could not help
+noticing that the millionaire spent a great deal more time at Miss
+Blaine's desk than was necessary to transact legitimate business, and
+it would not be long before the gossips got busy to her disparagement.
+For that reason she preferred to resign. Besides, it would be fairer
+to him. He had not even hinted at her taking such a course, but if she
+was to consider his proposal of marriage seriously&mdash;and each day the
+conviction grew stronger that it was her destiny&mdash;it was only proper
+that she should retire at once into private life and give people time
+to forget what she was before she became Robert Stafford's wife.</p>
+
+<p>But while this judicious step naturally resulted in a serious
+curtailment of her income, she was not idle. She helped Fanny in the
+millinery store, and, in order to keep herself in pocket money, gave
+private lessons to beginners. These tasks kept her fully occupied, and
+what with her studies and household duties the days went by cheerfully
+enough.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford was a regular and welcome caller at the Blaine home. He often
+came to take the sisters out for a spin in his splendid new touring
+car, a forty-horse-power Mercedes, and sometimes he would telephone
+from downtown and arrange for a little theatre party with supper
+afterwards at one of the fashionable night restaurants of the Great
+White Way.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny and Jimmie looked upon the couple as if they were engaged and
+treated Stafford accordingly, addressing him with the easy familiarity
+of a future brother-in-law, an attitude which he himself tactfully
+encouraged. He went out of his way to be amiable to Fanny, flattering
+her and making her presents, and encouraging Jimmie to talk of his
+wonderful ideas. Moreover, he gave him plainly to understand that,
+once Virginia and he were married, the shipping clerk's impecunious
+days would be over and a comfortable berth would be awaiting him in
+his office at a salary commensurate with his exceptional ability.</p>
+
+<p>This semi-promise was enough for Jimmie. From that moment on he was a
+changed man and Virginia knew no peace. He insisted that she was
+treating Stafford unfairly. If she did not want to marry him she
+should say so, and if she did intend to marry him she should be
+willing to name the day. As it was, she was standing in the way of her
+sister's prosperity and happiness. At the same time Fanny also added
+her powers of persuasion. Between the two Virginia felt that she had
+not much will of her own left.</p>
+
+<p>Thus the weeks passed, Stafford respectful and devoted, but daily
+growing more restive and impatient, urging his suit, refusing to be
+discouraged, waiting eagerly for the day when she would respond to his
+passionate pleading and throw herself without restraint into his arms.</p>
+
+<p>Meantime Fanny and Jimmie, having arrived at the conclusion that the
+prospects were bright and that they had been engaged long enough,
+suddenly decided to get married. Fourteen dollars a week&mdash;the weekly
+income of the bridegroom&mdash;did not allow of the setting up of a very
+elaborate establishment, but, as the clerk explained privately to his
+bride, it was only a question of time when Virginia would become Mrs.
+Stafford and then it would be smooth sailing for them all. Stafford
+had promised him a fat job at a salary worth while, and that could not
+possibly mean less than fifty dollars a week.</p>
+
+<p>"He wouldn't have the cheek to offer me less than fifty per," said
+Jimmie confidently.</p>
+
+<p>All of which sounded very hopeful to Fanny, who, however, was shrewd
+enough to make no mention to her sensitive sister of her intended's
+sanguine expectations.</p>
+
+<p>They were married at the little Roman Catholic church in 125th Street,
+Virginia being the solitary bridesmaid, while Stafford&mdash;willing enough
+to enter into the spirit of the occasion and taking a chance that in
+such a remote neighborhood no one would recognize him&mdash;acted as best
+man. The bride looked pretty and self-composed, while Jimmie was a
+picture of masculine magnificence in a new frock coat, patent-leather
+shoes, white tie, silk hat and a collar so high that he could not turn
+his head round. After the ceremony, they all dined gaily at Claremont
+at Stafford's expense and then the newly married couple left for
+Atlantic City, where the brief honeymoon was to be spent&mdash;on slender
+savings which Fanny had carefully hoarded for some time.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia cried bitterly as her sister drove away. It was the first
+time that they had been separated; she felt as if she was losing the
+last friend she had in the world. Stafford, full of kindly sympathy,
+tried to console her. Gently he whispered:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't cry, dear. Don't you see how happy she is? You wouldn't rob her
+of that happiness, would you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, indeed," she sobbed.</p>
+
+<p>He bent down closer and whispered:</p>
+
+<p>"One day&mdash;she will be kissing her hand to you as you drive away in
+your bridal robes."</p>
+
+<p>She made no answer and he pressed for some response.</p>
+
+<p>"Won't she?" he pleaded.</p>
+
+<p>Her eyes still fixed on the cab, now fast disappearing in the
+distance, she murmured:</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps."</p>
+
+<p>"When will that be?" he went on eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>She shook her head, irritated at his persistence at such a moment.</p>
+
+<p>"I do not know," she replied coldly.</p>
+
+<br>
+
+<p>Thus far, Stafford had succeeded in keeping from his friends any
+intimation of his matrimonial plans, but it was hardly possible to
+keep the secret much longer. He and Virginia had been seen together in
+public places; his many visits to her house were known. Her sudden
+resignation from the hotel also had excited comment. People began to
+connect their names in a way unflattering to both. Such slanderous
+rumors must be stopped at any cost, thought Stafford to himself, and
+one evening at Delmonico's, while in a jovial, communicative mood, an
+opportunity came to unbosom himself freely to his friend Hadley. It
+was the latter's birthday and they were duly celebrating the occasion
+as three bottles of <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">Veuve Clicquot</span>, standing empty on the
+table, bore mute witness.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford had been drinking freely. His face was flushed and his voice
+was thick, familiar symptoms when he had imbibed more wine than was
+good for him. The secret came out suddenly owing to a chance remark
+dropped by Hadley, who, sober himself and speaking of women in
+general, argued that girls who were compelled by necessity to earn
+their own living formed a class by themselves. They could not be
+classed with the domesticated girl of good family because they were
+open to temptations and contaminating influences which the latter
+escaped. Coming in close contact with the busy, feverish world,
+associating on terms of daily intimacy with all kinds of men, the
+naturally high moral sense of the virtuous woman must necessarily
+become blunted in her new business surroundings.</p>
+
+<p>"Once the bloom is off a woman's moral sense," he argued, "it is only
+a step to the undermining of her virtue. It's inevitable," he went on
+as he sat back in his chair idly enjoying his cigar. "The home is the
+young girl's only protection. Take her out of it and you expose her to
+the manoeuvres of the first scoundrel who comes along. If she's
+temperamentally cold, she'll resist the seducer successfully; but if
+she's weak and pleasure-loving, she'll succumb and the devil will have
+won over another convert. Take, for instance, those stenographers in
+your hotel. That Miss Blaine&mdash;she's as pretty as&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Crash!</p>
+
+<p>There was a blow of a heavy fist falling on the table. The dishes
+danced, glasses fell in splinters on to the floor. Hadley, startled,
+turned round. Stafford, his handsome face flushed from the champagne,
+but now tense and angry, was looking at him fiercely:</p>
+
+<p>"Take care, old chap, how you talk of Miss Blaine! She's going to be
+my wife!"</p>
+
+<p>"Your wife!" exclaimed Hadley, removing his cigar from his mouth in
+sheer surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, my wife," repeated Stafford grimly. "What about it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing&mdash;nothing at all, my dear fellow," he stammered, looking
+narrowly at his companion to see if he was sober, "allow me to
+congratulate you."</p>
+
+<p>There was an awkward pause. Then suddenly Stafford broke into a loud
+peal of laughter. His momentary ill humor had passed. Unable to
+account for the sudden change of mood, Hadley came to the conclusion
+that the railroad man was enjoying a joke at his expense.</p>
+
+<p>"You were guying me, eh?" he laughed.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford hiccoughed and shook his head. With drunken gravity he
+replied:</p>
+
+<p>"No, siree&mdash;sure as your life&mdash;she's going to marry me."</p>
+
+<p>Calling the waiter, he motioned to him to open another bottle of wine.</p>
+
+<p>"We'll drink to her health, Hadley, old top. Nicest girl in the
+world!"</p>
+
+<p>The champagne was uncorked and the railroad promoter poured out the
+wine with an unsteady hand. Lifting his glass he cried with mock
+sentimentality:</p>
+
+<p>"To Virginia&mdash;my bride!"</p>
+
+<p>The men touched glasses and Stafford, putting his glass to his lips,
+drained it at one gulp. Hadley stared at him in growing amazement. He
+saw his friend was drunk, but this was the first time he had suspected
+him of losing his senses.</p>
+
+<p>"And how long has this been going on?" exclaimed his companion when he
+had recovered somewhat from his amazement.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"Ever since that day you were in my rooms at the hotel," he
+hiccoughed. "Didn't I tell you that I contemplated matrimony? Don't
+you remember?"</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't believe you. I thought you were joking. I never thought you
+were the marrying sort."</p>
+
+<p>"Why not?" spluttered the railroad man in an injured tone.</p>
+
+<p>Hadley looked his friend straight in the face. He was not the kind of
+a man to shrink from telling a friend the truth.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you want the truth?" he said slowly. "Well&mdash;you're too fond of
+your pleasures&mdash;too selfish! That's frank&mdash;but it's the truth.
+Selfishness keeps most men single. They're afraid to lose their
+liberty. When you marry you can say good-bye to your freedom."</p>
+
+<p>"Who said so?" exclaimed Stafford, his face redder than ever, his lips
+tightening.</p>
+
+<p>Hadley carelessly flecked the ash from his cigar. Calmly he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Your wife will expect it. She'll have a right to expect it."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford smiled as he poured out another glass of wine. Grimly he
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"You don't know me, Hadley, not after all these years, or you wouldn't
+talk like that. I'm not the man to be bullied or tyrannized or even
+lectured by a woman. My wife and I will understand each other
+perfectly. I shall make that quite plain from the outset. It's only
+right. I give my wife&mdash;my name, my fortune. I expect in return
+something from my wife. I think I've found just the right kind of
+girl&mdash;unspoiled by society notions, sensible on every point&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Even on that of letting you have your own way?" laughed Hadley.</p>
+
+<p>"Precisely. She is ideal in every particular. Clever, amiable, good
+looking, not too strait-laced&mdash;she's just the girl I want. Don't you
+remember," he hiccoughed, "it was you yourself who recommended her&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"As a secretary," said Hadley dryly.</p>
+
+<p>Once more Stafford emptied his glass. He had already drunk too much,
+but he still had his wits about him. Laughing boisterously at his
+friend's sarcasm, he quickly retorted:</p>
+
+<p>"As a secretary&mdash;precisely&mdash;and I've engaged her&mdash;for life."</p>
+
+<p>Again filling his glass, he went rambling on:</p>
+
+<p>"You and the other fellows at the club may chaff me all you choose.
+I'm going to marry her and that's all there is to it. I'm my own
+master, do you understand? I have no family&mdash;no inquisitive,
+meddlesome relatives, thank God! If this marriage is going to cost me
+what friends I have&mdash;all right&mdash;let them keep away! Such friends are
+not worth having, anyway. My mind is made up and you know me. Once I
+make up my mind, nothing can alter it." Determinedly he added: "I'll
+marry her even if she refuses me&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Refuses you?" smiled Hadley cynically; "surely you don't anticipate
+anything of that sort. Girls don't refuse millionaires nowadays."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford's face clouded again. With an impatient gesture he cried:</p>
+
+<p>"That's just the kind of rot you fellows talk! You don't know
+Virginia. She's not the sort of girl to be influenced in that way. If
+she were, she'd have said 'yes' at once. I understand her perfectly.
+She's still uncertain if she cares enough for me. I respect her all
+the more for her reserve. I'd rather that than have a girl throw
+herself at me merely for my money." Carelessly he added: "Oh, I'm not
+worrying. We're getting along all right. It's only a question of time
+now&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Hadley did not know what to say. Evidently any advice he could have
+given on the subject was now too late. All he could think of was to
+mutter:</p>
+
+<p>"Well&mdash;congratulations&mdash;old sport!"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford, no longer crossed, broke into a smile once more. Leaning
+tipsily over towards his friend, his face flushed, his eyes sparkling,
+he hiccoughed:</p>
+
+<p>"Say, Hadley, she's a winner! Those big black eyes of hers are enough
+to drive any man crazy; and that figure! Can you blame me, Hadley? Can
+you blame me? Here, drink up!"</p>
+
+<p>"No," said his companion, disgusted and pushing his glass away. "I've
+had enough and so have you. It's getting late. Let's go."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford made no reply, but, calling the waiter, proceeded to settle
+for the dinner. While he was thus engaged, Hadley watched him in
+irritated silence.</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">In vino veritas</span>!" he mused to himself. Truly the wine had
+spoken plainly. The cloven hoof was clearly visible. It was not so
+much the congenial companion, the soul-mate which Robert Stafford saw
+in Virginia Blaine as it was a lovely young animal for the
+gratification of his lust, his appetites. What marriage, based on that
+idea, could be a happy one? He felt sorry for the girl. If he knew her
+well or cared enough, he would warn her that his friend was not the
+marrying kind of man. Of course, Stafford would do the honorable
+thing, go through a marriage ceremony, make a handsome settlement and
+all that sort of thing; but when it came to leading a quiet, regular,
+domesticated life, he simply was incapable of it&mdash;that's all. He had
+enjoyed liberty too long to wear the harness now. He was too much of
+the <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">viveur</span>, too fond of his club, his poker parties and little
+midnight suppers with fair ladies. Once the novelty of marriage had
+worn off, he would return to the old life and then there would be the
+devil to pay. The wife would find it out, there would be a row, with
+court proceedings, alimony and all the rest of it. Or perhaps she
+would suffer and say nothing, as so many do. Anyway, he was sorry for
+the girl.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford looked at him and laughed boisterously.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the matter, old top? You're as serious to-day as some
+bewhiskered old college professor. Stop your philosophizing and let's
+have some more wine. I'll match you for another bottle. Come, now."</p>
+
+<p>Hadley shook his head and rose.</p>
+
+<p>"No more for me," he said firmly. "You don't want any, either. Let's
+go."</p>
+
+<p>"Which direction are you going?"</p>
+
+<p>"Up Fifth Avenue. Coming my way?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yesh&mdash;I'm with you&mdash;only I must stop in Forty-second Street first&mdash;at
+a jeweller's&mdash;to get a ring I ordered." Grinning stupidly at Hadley,
+he went on: "Great idea&mdash;diamonds! You can do anything with a woman if
+you give her all the jewels she wants! See, my boy?"</p>
+
+<p>A few minutes more and the two men, the taller one of whom walked
+somewhat unsteadily, were on Fifth Avenue, making their way towards
+Forty-second Street.</p>
+
+<br>
+
+<p>Ten days later there appeared among the society notes of the New York
+<span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">Herald</span> this paragraph:</p>
+
+<div class="display">
+<p>"Robert Stafford, the well-known railroad promoter, was married
+yesterday at St. Patrick's Cathedral to Virginia Blaine, second
+daughter of the late John Blaine, once a well-known lawyer of this
+city. The ceremony was strictly private, the marriage being known only
+to a few intimate friends. The young couple sailed yesterday afternoon
+for Europe on their honeymoon."</p>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_12"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XI</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Stafford wedding was a nine-days' sensation and then people forgot
+all about it. Society mothers with marriageable daughters said that it
+was scandalous for a man of wealth and position to throw himself away
+on a penniless nobody, and malicious tongues freely predicted that
+before long the railroad man would regret the foolish step he had
+taken.</p>
+
+<p>But for the present, at least, Stafford gave no indication of
+regretting anything. On the contrary, he and his young wife had come
+back from Europe in the highest of spirits, and immediately after
+their return to New York the millionaire proceeded to convince his
+critics of their error by throwing open his new house and entertaining
+on a lavish scale. For some time before his marriage Stafford had
+realized that his old apartment, comfortable as it was for the
+bachelor, would be quite inadequate for a married couple; so, getting
+rid of his lease, he had bought further down the Avenue near
+Seventy-second street a fine American basement house. It was a large
+modern residence, exquisitely furnished and supplied with every luxury
+money could buy. Virginia's private suite was particularly beautiful,
+being decorated in white and gold, in imitation of Queen Marie
+Antoinette's apartments at the Little Trianon.</p>
+
+<p>To Virginia this new life of luxury and pleasure was like a chapter
+from the "Arabian Nights." It seemed unreal, like some fantastic dream
+from which, sooner or later, there must be an abrupt awakening. For
+years she had been so accustomed to the gnawing anxieties of poverty
+that this sudden superfluity of wealth fairly stunned and overwhelmed
+her. Stafford, apparently more infatuated every day, took the keenest
+delight in pleasing her. Everything that he thought would add to her
+happiness was done. He showered her with costly presents, giving her
+wonderful diamond tiaras, superb pearl necklaces and other gems until
+her jewels were soon the talk of New York. She had <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">carte
+blanche</span> at Fifth Avenue dressmakers and milliners; she had her
+French maid, her hairdresser, her automobile and her box at the opera.
+He forced open for her the doors of society and, once inside the
+exclusive circle, it was not long before Virginia made friends on her
+own account. People had expected to see a bold, coarse adventuress;
+instead, they were charmed by a modest, refined young woman who,
+intellectually at least, was their superior. Everybody received her
+with open arms. The men classed her as pretty and <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">chic</span>; the
+women declared she dressed divinely and gave exquisite dinners. Before
+long, society arrived at the conclusion that Robert Stafford had not
+made such a mess of his matrimonial venture, after all.</p>
+
+<p>The months went by so gayly and so quickly that it was the greatest
+surprise to Virginia when one day she realized that she would soon
+celebrate the second anniversary of her wedding. She was so taken up
+with one fashionable function after another that she had no time to
+think. Sometimes in the midst of her social activities, she stopped to
+ask herself if she was really happy, if this nerve-racking existence
+of idleness and pleasure&mdash;with its bridge parties, its dinners, its
+opera and theatre-going&mdash;was the kind of life she had dreamed of in
+her girlhood days. Sometimes she felt a longing, a yearning for a more
+useful existence, something nobler, higher.</p>
+
+<p>Then, all at once, there came a change. It seemed to her that Robert's
+manner toward her was not the same. For no apparent cause, he
+gradually grew more cold and distant. At first she thought she herself
+might be to blame and she carefully watched her own actions and
+attitude to see if she was neglectful in any way of wifely duties and
+devotion. But she had nothing with which to reproach herself. She
+managed his household and entertained his friends. When they were
+alone she played and sang for him. But, for some reason that she could
+not explain, she seemed gradually to lose the power of holding him at
+home. Under the pretext of urgent business, he stayed away more and
+more. Usually he telephoned at the last minute, saying he had a
+business dinner to go to or a directors' meeting to attend. It was
+seldom that she could count on his company, and it made her life
+necessarily seem very lonely. It was nice to be rich, but often she
+wished that they might be poorer, that Robert were less successful so
+that their life might be more domesticated, more intimate. She felt
+that even after two years of marriage she did not know her husband any
+better than when she first met him. There seemed to be between them an
+indefinable yet very real barrier which, for some unknown reason, she
+was impotent to tear down. Sometimes, too, she resented him making so
+little of her. Instead of taking her into his confidence in his
+business matters, he treated her as a child, whose opinion on serious
+things was valueless. Instead of coming to her as a comrade to ask
+advice, he preferred to play the ardent lover, as if that were all he
+expected of her. Her womanhood rebelled, but she said nothing. There
+were times, too, when he returned home very late, exhilarated by too
+much wine, and on such occasions his boisterous, passionate kisses
+nauseated her. Often she found herself longing for demonstrations of a
+more sincere and honest affection, but she always excused him on the
+ground that it was the fault of his temperament.</p>
+
+<p>Among all her husband's friends Fred Hadley was the one whose society
+she preferred. She found him sympathetic, kind and yet always
+respectful. He being very fond of music and having considerable
+literary taste, they soon found that they had many interests in
+common. Sometimes he would join them in their box at the opera, or
+when Stafford brought him home to dinner they sat and chatted on all
+kinds of congenial topics while the husband, wholly absorbed in the
+business details of a busy day, paid only scant attention to the
+conversation.</p>
+
+<p>One evening the subject of divorce happened to come up. They were
+discussing the notorious case of a well-known woman in society who had
+submitted to all kinds of cruelties and indignities on the part of her
+husband rather than shame him by bringing the matter into court.
+Stafford, for once becoming interested in the argument, declared
+decisively that the woman was right, that, having entered into a
+matrimonial compact, she was in honor bound to conceal from prying
+outsiders any domestic differences they might have. Virginia promptly
+differed with him and proceeded to give her reasons. Stafford was no
+match for her when it came to sociology and he could only grunt
+disapproval as she went on warmly to defend womankind from the
+ignominy of a degrading marriage, while Hadley, keenly interested,
+smoked his cigar and listened.</p>
+
+<p>"A woman who will suffer in silence while her brutal husband stands
+over her with a whip is a disgrace to her sex," she exclaimed hotly.
+"She is no better than a shackled slave; her position in the man's
+house is that of a concubine."</p>
+
+<p>"What shall she do?" cried Stafford with a shrug of his shoulders and
+a cynical laugh.</p>
+
+<p>"Get a divorce," retorted Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Divorce!" echoed the railroad man mockingly. "The world is full of
+divorcées. Everyone looks down on them. They have a bad name. What
+does she gain by that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Her own self-respect if not that of the world. Divorce is the only
+weapon a defenceless woman has."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford, badly beaten, relapsed into a sulky silence, while Hadley
+nodded approval.</p>
+
+<p>"You are quite right, Mrs. Stafford," he said; "the fear of divorce
+and its attendant publicity makes many a husband behave himself."</p>
+
+<p>Following up her advantage, Virginia picked up a newspaper lying on a
+table close by.</p>
+
+<p>"Here," she said, "is the opinion of a woman on this very question&mdash;a
+woman evidently who has herself suffered. She says:</p>
+
+<p>"'How many beings live together for long years strangers in mind and
+body! How many are the slaves of marriage whose relations are hideous
+with mutual hate! Why, in the name of a religious principle, should
+one make eternal the hell whose torments are as varied as they are
+overwhelming? Why should not reason and the right of the individual
+correct the mistakes of chance, false calculations, and hopes
+deceived? Why should a woman who does not find in her husband the
+necessary moral support suffer the tortures of a long agony in which
+she is defenceless, of a perpetual struggle in which she is miserably
+conquered; and, on the other hand, why should the husband who does not
+find in his wife the hoped-for companion or the desired slave, find
+the road to happiness forever closed to him? Before divorce was
+established, men and women who lived together in misunderstanding
+suffered an agony worse than that of the condemned to death, for
+nothing can be compared to the torture of being tied, body and soul,
+in hatred or scorn, or even indifference.'"</p>
+
+<p>Hadley nodded approvingly.</p>
+
+<p>"I think she puts the case pretty well," he remarked. "It's a strong
+argument in favor of the legal separation."</p>
+
+<p>"I beg to differ," said Stafford dryly. Rising with a yawn, he went
+on: "Half the marital troubles one hears about are the fault of the
+wife. She is often too exacting, too fond of meddling in her husband's
+affairs. A man who respects himself bends to no one&mdash;not even to his
+wife." With another yawn he added: "Will you two excuse me for a few
+minutes? I have a letter to write."</p>
+
+<p>Without waiting for an answer, he turned on his heel and walked into
+the library, closing the door behind him. Hadley puffed away at his
+cigar in silence, while Virginia gazed thoughtfully into the fire.
+Presently Hadley said:</p>
+
+<p>"Bob's in an argumentative mood to-night."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia sighed as she replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;he has not much patience. He always takes the stand that man is
+the master, that women should have no will of their own."</p>
+
+<p>Hadley shook his head as he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Old-fashioned notion that. The quicker he gets rid of it the better."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked at him without speaking. There was an inquiring,
+wistful expression in her face, as if she longed to unbosom herself to
+someone, and yet had no one close enough, intimate enough in whom she
+could confide. Presently she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Hadley, you've known my husband a number of years. Was he always
+as he is now?"</p>
+
+<p>"In what way do you mean?"</p>
+
+<p>"Was he always as dictatorial, as self-centred and self-willed?"</p>
+
+<p>Hadley laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Bob was always inclined that way, and it seems to have grown on
+him as he has grown older."</p>
+
+<p>There was still another question hovering on the young wife's lips.
+Dare she ask it? Why not? This friend was so loyal, so considerate,
+that he would understand. If it worried her at all, it was because her
+happiness, the future of her unborn children, if she had any, might be
+at stake. At last, with an effort, she summoned up courage and
+ventured to give expression to what was on her mind.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Hadley, there's something else. I've intended to ask you for a
+long time&mdash;" Hesitating, she said: "I've quite forgotten what it
+was&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her keenly. He had observed for some time that things
+were not quite as they should be in his friend's home. Stafford seemed
+to be more indifferent to his wife, he stayed out more at nights; she,
+on her side, appeared to be continually on the defensive, as if there
+was constant friction. But by no outward sign could she have guessed
+that he gauged the situation. Carelessly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Is it something about Bob?"</p>
+
+<p>Thus encouraged, she spoke up frankly, just as if she were talking to
+an elder brother:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, that's it. Was&mdash;was my husband fond of wine as a young man? I
+can ask you this&mdash;you've been so intimate with him." Hastily and with
+a forced laugh she added: "I don't mean that he drinks to excess now,
+but I wondered if as a young man he ever took more than was good for
+him. I don't see how he could have done, for it would have interfered
+with his career."</p>
+
+<p>Hadley puffed seriously at his cigar. A kindly man by disposition, he
+really felt sorry for this brave little woman who was trying to make
+light of a tragedy. Slowly he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm sorry to say that Bob has always had a <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">penchant</span> in that
+direction. It has not interfered with his success, but when he's under
+the influence of liquor he's not himself. He seems to quite lose
+self-control." Looking at her closely, he added: "He hasn't been
+drinking since your marriage, has he?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia colored.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no indeed," she replied hastily. "He wouldn't drink now, I'm
+sure, if only out of regard for me."</p>
+
+<p>Hadley was about to say more, when suddenly the library door opened
+and Stafford entered, hat in hand. Addressing his friend and without
+so much as glancing at his wife, he said curtly:</p>
+
+<p>"Coming over to the club, Hadley? There's a poker game on to-night. I
+promised to take a hand."</p>
+
+<p>The two men went away together and that night Virginia sobbed herself
+to sleep.</p>
+
+<p>Another month went by and imperceptibly, almost unnoticed by
+themselves, the coolness between husband and wife grew. There was no
+open quarrel, not even a cross word; but Stafford stayed out nearly
+every night and Virginia, left alone in the great library with only
+books for companions, wondered if this was the happy married life she
+had prayed for.</p>
+
+<p>One night the servants were awakened by a commotion at the front door.
+Their master, returning from the club, had stumbled and fallen down
+the stoop. Oku picked him up, and Stafford, luckily unhurt, staggered
+unaided to his room. Half an hour later the stillness of the night was
+again disturbed&mdash;this time by a woman's shrill scream of fright and a
+man's voice raised in tones of angry command. To the servants it
+seemed as if the sounds came from their mistress' room.</p>
+
+<p>Thus the months passed, and to the outside world, which obtained only
+an occasional glimpse into the Stafford household, the railroad man's
+pretty young wife was one of the most-to-be-envied women in New York.
+Still, there were some who shook their heads. They pointed to the
+young Mrs. Stafford's pale face and melancholy manner. In the last few
+weeks particularly she had lost her good spirits and was only a shadow
+of the girl who two years before had entered Robert Stafford's home a
+bride.</p>
+
+<br>
+
+<p>Meantime Virginia's sister, now Mrs. Gillie, was as happy and
+contented in her married life as circumstances would permit. She was
+not able to live on as grand a scale as her rich sister, but Jimmie's
+income, thanks to Mr. Stafford's generosity, had been increased to an
+amount quite beyond their most sanguine expectations. Beginning at a
+salary of $50 a week, he had been quickly raised to $100, and there
+was every prospect of even better to come. This enabled them to live
+very comfortably and even to save a little money. They had a pretty
+flat in One Hundred and Fortieth Street, where a baby girl had come to
+bless their union. Jimmie was a considerate enough husband, but
+indolent, and, still impressed with his own importance, he was always
+grumbling that his merit was underestimated by the world in general
+and his present employer in particular. Fanny considered it most
+ungrateful, and one morning at breakfast she took him to task:</p>
+
+<p>"How can you speak in that way of Mr. Stafford?" she protested. "We
+owe him everything."</p>
+
+<p>His mouth full of toast, her husband gulped down his scalding coffee.
+Disdainfully he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"That's where you women understand nothing about business. Stafford
+must find me useful or he wouldn't be paying me $100 a week. I'm worth
+more than any other man he's got, that's the size of it. He pays me
+less because I'm one of the family. That's the way it always is. I'm
+no fool. I know what I ought to be getting. He's got to do better by
+me or I'll quit. I'll show him that I'm no $100-a-week piker."</p>
+
+<p>"You've no right to say that, Jim," interrupted his wife. "Just think
+how good he is to Virginia. He's always giving her something. Only
+last week he bought her a diamond necklace which must have cost $5,000
+if a cent."</p>
+
+<p>"Pshaw!" he retorted with a sneer, "what good does Virginia's necklace
+do me? More fool he to throw so much money away on finery. I guess he
+was drunk when he did it."</p>
+
+<p>Her face red with indignation, Fanny rose from the table.</p>
+
+<p>"How dare you say such a thing of Robert?" she cried angrily. "You
+ought to be ashamed of yourself. Really, I've no patience with you!
+Such base ingratitude after all he has done for us! And so uncalled
+for! If ever there was a model husband&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"You don't say so!" he interrupted with a sneer.</p>
+
+<p>There was something peculiar about her husband's manner that made
+Fanny look at him more closely.</p>
+
+<p>"What do you mean?" she demanded uneasily.</p>
+
+<p>He grinned.</p>
+
+<p>"Who told you that he was a model husband? Did Virginia ever say so?"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny stared at him, not understanding.</p>
+
+<p>"She never said he wasn't," she stammered.</p>
+
+<p>He chuckled.</p>
+
+<p>"Say&mdash;but you women are easy marks! Of course she didn't. A girl with
+Virginia's spirit doesn't like to confess she's made a mess of it. I
+guess she knows well enough by this time that her model husband is not
+all that he should be, that he goes on periodical sprees and is apt to
+come home any night dead drunk. All New York knows it."</p>
+
+<p>Speechless with astonishment and consternation, Fanny stood still,
+staring at her husband. Could this be true? Was Virginia unhappy, had
+they made a mistake, after all? Now she came to think of it, she
+recalled some peculiar remarks dropped by her sister from time to
+time; there had been days when she was strangely depressed, as if she
+lived in fear of something or someone. Was it possible that Robert was
+not the man he seemed? Virginia had never even hinted at such a thing
+directly, but one day, she remembered, her sister had brought up the
+subject whether it was a woman's duty to go on living with a husband
+after she had ceased to respect him.</p>
+
+<p>For some days after Jimmie's revelation at the breakfast table, Fanny
+went about her little flat listless and discouraged. Her usual high
+spirits had gone; she felt nervous and ill at ease. If Virginia was
+unhappy it was she alone who was responsible. She had encouraged the
+match and really persuaded her sister into it. The very first
+opportunity she would find out herself if there was any truth in the
+story.</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_13"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XII</h2>
+
+
+<p>The blow had fallen upon Virginia with the unexpectedness and
+appalling swiftness of a bolt from the blue. From a tranquil state of
+contentment and comparative happiness she suddenly awoke to the fact
+that she had made a terrible mistake, and when she realized the full
+significance of her misfortune, she sank nerveless on to a sofa in her
+boudoir and gave way to a wild outburst of hysterical tears. What
+could her life be henceforth? How could she hide from the world her
+shame, her humiliation, her degradation? To be the wife of a drunkard,
+a man given up to the vilest passions, who came to her only when,
+temporarily bereft of his reason, she was no longer able to recognize
+in him the man she had married!</p>
+
+<p>The first time it happened she thought she would go insane from
+fright, horror and disgust. He had been out to dinner and returned
+home very late, and so tipsy that he fell down the front steps. She
+heard nothing of the commotion, having gone to bed and closed her
+door. He knocked and asked her to come into the library and chat a
+little; so, thinking to please him, she slipped on a robe and went in.
+At first she did not notice his condition. He was in high spirits and
+insisted on opening a bottle of champagne. Then she observed that his
+face was flushed, a strange look was in his eyes&mdash;a look she had never
+seen there before&mdash;and his breath smelled strong of drink. He became
+very amorous and clumsily threw his arms around her. She recoiled in
+disgust, but he seized her, overpowered her by sheer brute strength,
+leered at her like some gibbering ape, polluted her lips with
+whiskey-laden kisses, claimed possession of her body with the
+unreasoning frenzy of a beast in rut.</p>
+
+<p>The next day he avoided her, as if ashamed of his conduct, and for
+some time he kept out of her way. Then frankly, candidly, he came to
+her and asked her pardon. It would never happen again, he said, if
+only she would forgive him. She forgave, and a few weeks later the
+same disgraceful scene occurred. Again he professed to be filled with
+remorse. Never again would he touch wine&mdash;if only she would again
+overlook it. A second time was he forgiven, and shortly afterwards she
+was once more the victim of his lust and violence.</p>
+
+<p>Panic-stricken, not knowing where to turn, in whom to confide, she
+went almost insane from anxiety and grief. She could not take
+strangers into her confidence; she even shrank from telling her own
+sister. This, then, was the barrier which her unerring instinct had
+sensed&mdash;her husband was a drunkard! He took pleasure in his wife's
+society only when the champagne aroused his amorous instincts. That
+was why he had married her. This millionaire had covered her with
+jewels, given her a luxurious home, but at what a price! He had said
+he loved her. Love? Such a word was a mockery in the mouth of such a
+voluptuary. The only feeling he had for her was the blind instinct of
+the primeval brute. He had no respect for her; he regarded her as
+something he had a right to force his will upon. She was his
+plaything, his mistress&mdash;not his wife. When, heated with wine, he
+approached her, a horrible, meaning smile on his face, he seemed to
+take possession of her as of something he had a right to, something he
+had bought and paid for and which was his alone to enjoy.</p>
+
+<p>It was impossible to go on living like this. Unless she asserted her
+womanhood he would gradually degrade her to his own level. She
+suffered silently, atrociously, feeling her degradation all the more
+keenly because of her intelligence which rebelled against the
+injustice and ignominy of it. Her womanhood revolted against this
+continual, humiliating subjection to the will of the male, of which
+her sex was the victim. She suffered as thousands of women have done
+before her, as only a woman can suffer when in spite of herself,
+against her own inclination and will, she is forced to submit to the
+unwelcome caresses of a man she no longer loves, a man she can no
+longer respect. There was only one way out. He must either swear never
+again to touch a drop of liquor or she would leave him forever. Yes,
+that was the only way. She would rather suffer any privation than put
+up with his brutality.</p>
+
+<p>Then, in calmer moments, she hesitated. It would not do to be too
+hasty. Perhaps he would never again offend in that way. He had broken
+each promise, it was true, but he seemed so sorry each time, so filled
+with remorse. Ought she to give him another trial? In her dilemma she
+decided to ask counsel of her sister. She would not tell Fanny
+everything, of course; that would be too dreadful, too humiliating.
+She would merely ask her what she herself would do under similar
+provocation.</p>
+
+<p>An opportunity soon presented itself. Frequently during the Winter she
+invited Fanny to go with her to the opera, and sometimes when there
+were to be several outings, her sister would come and stay at the
+Stafford home for several days, bringing her baby with her, a suite
+having been set apart for the Gillies' exclusive use. The house was so
+large that Virginia could well spare the room. Besides, she liked to
+have her sister's companionship.</p>
+
+<p>It was on the last night of one of these protracted visits that Robert
+Stafford's wife found the long-waited-for chance to unburden her
+heart. She and Fanny had been to the opera and just returned home.
+Virginia was in her boudoir, still wearing the magnificent gown and
+wonderful jewels which made her the cynosure of every eye in the
+Metropolitan's aristocratic horse-shoe circle. Fanny had gone to her
+own apartment and Josephine, the French maid, took from her mistress
+her cloak and opera bag. While the girl disposed of the articles she
+chattered in French:</p>
+
+<p>"Je pensais que Madame rentrerait un peu plus tard&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," replied Virginia languidly, "we returned much earlier than we
+expected. The opera was stupid&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Josephine, a born diplomat, stopped short and, going into ecstasies
+over her mistress's gown, exclaimed rapturously:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, que Madame est jolie ce soir, vraiement ravissante!"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad the gown looks well," replied Virginia with an air of weary
+indifference as she sank down on a sofa.</p>
+
+<p>"Mais oui&mdash;Madame n'a jamais été si jolie."</p>
+
+<p>"Donnez moi mes pantoufles," said her mistress with a yawn. She was
+very tired and was glad to change her tight opera slippers for more
+comfortable footwear.</p>
+
+<p>"Oui, Madame!"</p>
+
+<p>Josephine knelt down, took off the dainty slippers, and, going to a
+closet, brought a pair of easy bedroom slippers and put them on.</p>
+
+<p>"Has Mr. Stafford returned?" inquired Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"No, Madame."</p>
+
+<p>"Nor 'phoned?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, Madame. Did not Monsieur go to opera with Madame and Madame
+Gillie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said her mistress hastily, "but he couldn't stay. He had some
+business to attend to. You are quite sure he hasn't 'phoned?"</p>
+
+<p>The girl shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>"No message, Madame. I find out." Picking up the receiver from a
+telephone on the bureau, she spoke downstairs: "Hello! Who is this?
+Madame want to know if any word has come from Monsieur since he went
+away! You are quite sure? Merci!" Replacing the receiver, she shook
+her head and said: "No, Madame."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked away. Her hands were tightly clenched and a hard, set
+expression came into her face. Rising, she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Very well. I'll get into something loose."</p>
+
+<p>"Oui, Madame!"</p>
+
+<p>The girl took off her mistress's jewels and put them away in a drawer
+of the dressing table. This done, she began to unhook her dress.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shivered. She did not feel well; her face was flushed and her
+head ached. She thought that, possibly, she had taken cold. In a tone
+of mild reproach she said:</p>
+
+<p>"The bath was a little cold this morning, Josephine."</p>
+
+<p>The maid looked distressed. Such a calamity was unheard of&mdash;hardly to
+be believed. Apologetically she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Je suis vraiment désolée, Madame. It not happen again&mdash;I see to
+that."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia smiled languidly:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not complaining, Josephine&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"No, Madame is very good and kind."</p>
+
+<p>"There's no reason why I shouldn't be."</p>
+
+<p>"Merci, Madame," said the girl with a courtesy.</p>
+
+<p>At that moment there was a knock at the door and Fanny entered. She,
+also, was in evening dress, but less elegantly attired than her
+sister. Dropping into a chair, while Virginia went on changing her
+gown, she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Baby's all right, thank God! She's sleeping just as sound as can be."</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't that nice?" smiled Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," went on her sister proudly, "she's a perfect darling."</p>
+
+<p>"She's certainly a dear," murmured Virginia, turning to view herself
+in the long mirror.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you ever know a child who behaved better?" demanded the proud
+mother.</p>
+
+<p>"Never. She hasn't been the slightest trouble since you've been
+here&mdash;has she?"</p>
+
+<p>"No!" smiled Fanny. "And she's always that way. It's such a comfort to
+a mother to know her child has a sweet disposition. I wonder whether
+she gets it&mdash;from me or from Jimmie."</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie's coming in say good night, isn't he?" asked Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"You bet!" exclaimed her sister, involuntarily relapsing into slang.
+"I mean&mdash;certainly he is."</p>
+
+<p>"That's right," said Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Shall we see you in the morning before we go?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course."</p>
+
+<p>"I thought perhaps you'd have breakfast in bed."</p>
+
+<p>"And let you and the baby go without saying good-bye? No, indeed."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia had now changed her gown for a loose, clinging robe. With a
+sigh of relief she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, how good it is to be unlaced!"</p>
+
+<p>"That's right," replied Fanny; "make yourself comfortable. I could let
+an inch or so out of mine without doing any violent harm. Oh, I just
+love to be dressed&mdash;décolletée! I got it right that time, didn't I,
+Josephine?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oui, Madame," replied the maid.</p>
+
+<p>"Fine! And say, Virgie&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes?"</p>
+
+<p>"I looked them all over at the opera to-night and you take it from
+me&mdash;nobody had anything on us to-night."</p>
+
+<p>"You certainly looked very well," said Virginia with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny beamed with pleasure.</p>
+
+<p>"You weren't ashamed of your sister, were you?" she said.</p>
+
+<p>"Ashamed! I should say not."  "Of course," went on the elder sister
+proudly, "with my figure I can wear anything! But when it comes to
+evening dress I flatter myself that I'm in the front of the procession
+and very near the band!"</p>
+
+<p>"It certainly is becoming to you."</p>
+
+<p>"You were a dream!" went on her sister enthusiastically. "Did you see
+the look you got from the young woman in the next box&mdash;the one with
+the pushed-in face?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"I did. Prussic acid and vinegar."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Fanny!"</p>
+
+<p>"I saw it. One drink would have meant death mingled with convulsions."</p>
+
+<p>"You imagined it."</p>
+
+<p>"Not much," retorted her sister. "I saw it, I tell you. So did
+Jimmie&mdash;I mean James. You know I'm trying to break myself of this
+habit of calling him Jimmie. It's so common."</p>
+
+<p>"Where is Jimmie?" smiled Virginia, still busy at her dressing table.</p>
+
+<p>"Smoking a cigar and admiring the baby."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia remained silent for a moment. Then, thoughtfully, she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know what I'm going to do for her?"</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;what?" demanded Fanny eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm going to do all I can for her. She'll never have to fight and
+struggle as you and mother did. I'm going to buy her clothes for her,
+see after her education, get a governess when the time comes, send her
+through Vassar or Wellesley if she wants to go, see that she learns
+how to ride and drive. In fact, I'm going to do everything for her
+that money and love can."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny clasped her hands with delight. Enthusiastically and gratefully
+she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"You're a thoroughbred, Virgie! But what would your husband say?"</p>
+
+<p>"Robert would help me. He's as fond of her as I am. And you know the
+size of his heart."</p>
+
+<p>"I should say I do," replied Fanny eagerly. "See what he's done for
+James and me already."</p>
+
+<p>"Anything else, Madame?" inquired Josephine, who had finished her
+duties.</p>
+
+<p>Her mistress shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>"No, Josephine. You needn't wait for me."</p>
+
+<p>"Shall I call Madame in the morning?"</p>
+
+<p>"No. I'll ring when I want you."</p>
+
+<p>"Oui, Madame." Turning round at the door, she said apologetically:
+"Quant au bain, je verrai à ce que cela ne se répète plus."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia smiled good naturedly:</p>
+
+<p>"Very well, Josephine&mdash;that's all right&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Bonne nuit, Madame!"</p>
+
+<p>The girl went out, closing the door behind her. Fanny, laughing,
+mimicked her:</p>
+
+<p>"'Anything else, Madame?' 'No, Josephine, you needn't wait for me.'
+'Shall I call you in the morning, Madame?' 'No, I'll ring when I want
+you.' Gee! That's classy, all right. It's just like one reads about in
+the story books."</p>
+
+<p>"What is?" asked Virginia, who, still seated at the dressing table,
+had begun to arrange her hair for the night.</p>
+
+<p>"You and the way you speak French!"</p>
+
+<p>The younger sister laughed heartily.</p>
+
+<p>"Why shouldn't I? I've studied hard enough in the last year and a
+half."</p>
+
+<p>"And your music!"</p>
+
+<p>"That, too."</p>
+
+<p>"And your German! And your books on literature and art!"</p>
+
+<p>Taking in the entire room with a sweeping gesture of her hand, she
+continued:</p>
+
+<p>"And all this&mdash;and your autos&mdash;and your yacht&mdash;and your box at the
+opera&mdash;and everything that money can buy&mdash;and just think only two
+years ago you were an underpaid telephone girl in a hotel!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, it is wonderful, isn't it?" sighed Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Wonderful!" exclaimed the other. "It makes Laura Jean Libbey look
+like a piker."</p>
+
+<p>"Fanny!" protested her sister.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the matter?"</p>
+
+<p>"Slang!" said Virginia reproachfully.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I just have to blow off steam once in a while," replied Fanny
+carelessly. "And maybe I'm not in it, too. Two years ago I was working
+in our little millinery store. Enter the rich Mrs. Chuddington. She's
+fifty if she's a day, weighs a hundred and ninety and has a&mdash;a double
+chin. She sees a hat that would suit a girl just out of school and
+tries it on. I look at her and say: 'Oh, Mrs. Chuddington, isn't that
+lovely!' Of course, I know it's awful, but I have to say it because
+it's business. I point to the customer and Marie says: 'Oh, Mrs.
+Chuddington, isn't that exquisite!' Then Mrs. Chuddington puts on the
+hat, leaves the store looking a perfect fright. Marie looks at Fanny;
+Fanny looks at Marie, and though we don't say a word, we think&mdash;oh!
+how we do think!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia smiled in spite of herself.</p>
+
+<p>"They try it with me," she laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"But how is it now?" went on Fanny with an attempt at dignity. "Now,
+I'm Mrs. James Gillie, sister of the rich Mrs. Robert Stafford, with
+whom I have just spent an evening at the opera and who I am now
+visiting in her French boudoir! Sometimes I don't believe it's real,
+and I find myself getting ready to wake up just in time to hear the
+alarm go off!"</p>
+
+<p>"It is real enough, Fanny," smiled her sister. After a pause, she
+asked: "And you&mdash;you are happy?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I am," said the other, dropping into a seat. "Why shouldn't
+I be? Haven't I got James and the baby and a pretty flat, and a maid
+to do the work. And isn't James getting a hundred a week from Mr.
+Stafford? Well, I should say I am happy!"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm so glad," murmured Virginia with a sigh.</p>
+
+<p>Looking up quickly, Fanny asked:</p>
+
+<p>"You're happy, too, aren't you?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia made no reply for a moment. Then she said hesitatingly</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny looked closely at her. Was there any foundation for the story
+Jimmie had told her? Was her sister unhappy? Did all this luxury
+conceal an aching heart?</p>
+
+<p>"If you're not," she said tentatively, "I don't know what you want.
+Nobody could be a better husband than Robert. He's just the kindest,
+nicest man; a woman simply couldn't help loving him."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia made no answer and Fanny continued:</p>
+
+<p>"You do love him, don't you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Virginia hesitatingly, "most of the time. In fact, nearly
+all of the time."</p>
+
+<p>"Most of the time&mdash;nearly all the time," exclaimed Fanny. "What do you
+think love is? Off again, on again, Finnigan! You either love a man or
+you don't; at least, that's the way I understand it."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shook her head. Gravely she said:</p>
+
+<p>"The trouble is that you don't understand&mdash;this."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny put her arm round her sister's neck. Sympathetically she said:</p>
+
+<p>"What is it, dear? Tell me&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia turned round and faced her sister. First looking round the
+room to make sure no one was there, she said in a whisper:</p>
+
+<p>"Did Jimmie ever come home&mdash;drunk?"</p>
+
+<p>"I should like to see him try it," exclaimed Fanny indignantly. "Just
+once. I imagine once would be enough."</p>
+
+<p>"Then you can't understand it," said Virginia quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"Does&mdash;Robert?" asked Fanny in a low tone.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia nodded and turned her head away.</p>
+
+<p>"Often?" demanded her sister.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shook her head despondently. Stifling back the sobs that
+choked her utterance, she answered:</p>
+
+<p>"If it were often, I couldn't bear it. I should have left him long
+ago. It's bad enough as it is."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny kissed her.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor girl!" she murmured.</p>
+
+<p>Drying her tears, Virginia went on:</p>
+
+<p>"When he's himself there isn't a finer man in the world, but when he's
+not&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me everything," said Fanny, putting her arm sympathetically
+round her little sister's waist.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia turned away. Confusedly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"I can't&mdash;now."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, you can," said Fanny coaxingly, "me&mdash;your sister."</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;no&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, you can, dear. Does he come home in a nasty temper?"</p>
+
+<p>"He's generally in the best of tempers&mdash;at first."</p>
+
+<p>"And afterwards? You can tell me! What is it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Afterward," said the young wife in a low tone, as if ashamed to tell
+the rest: "it isn't love at all&mdash;he's just a stranger&mdash;inflamed with
+liquor&mdash;who has me in his power!"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny, shocked, clasped her sister the more closely.</p>
+
+<p>"Virgie!" she exclaimed. "Poor little Virgie!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, it's horrible," said Virginia, with difficulty keeping back the
+tears. "Sometimes," she went on, "for days I can hardly look at him!
+And yet, strange as it may seem, I still love him! I love him to-day
+better than I ever loved him. Why? I do not know. If it wasn't for
+just that one thing I could be the happiest woman in the world."</p>
+
+<p>"Poor little girl," murmured Fanny, consolingly.</p>
+
+<p>At that moment there was a sharp rap on the door. The elder sister
+quickly went to open.</p>
+
+<p>"It's James," she said, "shall I let him in?"</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly," replied Virginia.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_14"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XIII</h2>
+
+<p>Mr. James Gillie looked to-day an entirely different person to what he
+had appeared when he first came courting his wife. He had never lacked
+a bold front, at any time, but in those early days his salary of $14
+per did not permit any great latitude in the important matter of
+furnishing his wardrobe. Compelled to be satisfied with the cheapest
+ready-made garments, the knowledge of his sartorial shortcomings had
+always exercised a certain sobering effect on him, especially when in
+presence of his superiors. But now conditions had changed. Thanks to
+his present employer's liberality, he was able to stamp himself with
+the hall mark of success. As Robert Stafford's right-hand man, drawing
+$5,000 a year, self-denial was no longer necessary; he could indulge
+his taste to the limit. Dressed in a fashionably cut evening dress
+coat, with white tie and waistcoat, patent-leather pumps and silk
+socks with embroidered trees, anyone might have easily taken him for a
+gentleman&mdash;until they heard him talk. His speech, crude and slangy as
+ever, seemed to have lagged behind in his climb toward business and
+social recognition.</p>
+
+<p>Nor could it be said that the young man, so fertile in ideas, had
+lived up to all the brilliant promises which he had made. After two
+years rich with opportunities of a kind which fall to the lot of few
+men, he had accomplished nothing that was at all likely to prove of
+lasting or even temporary benefit to his fellow man. Much to his
+astonishment and mortification, his most cherished inventions had been
+openly derided as little better than the ravings of a lunatic, and he
+soon discovered that no one in the railroad office&mdash;not even the
+office boy&mdash;took him seriously. He was tolerated by the office staff
+because he happened to be the husband of the boss' sister-in-law, but
+no one dreamed for an instant of entrusting him with any work
+involving responsibility. He was given an occupation in which he would
+do the least harm, and for his services his millionaire employer,
+anxious to help his sister-in-law in every way possible, humorously
+invented quite a novel rate of remuneration. He decided to pay Jimmie
+exactly ten times what he was actually worth. Thus at first when the
+clerk was actually worth $5 he was given $50; later when he was worth
+$10 he was raised to $100. Being quite unaware of this carefully
+graduated scale of wages, made specially in his honor, Jimmy went to
+the Stafford office every day wearing the same jaunty self-confident
+air, convinced that his employer was underpaying him and that he was a
+very valuable person, indeed.</p>
+
+<br>
+
+<p>As he entered Fanny ran up to him and kissed him impulsively. Jimmie
+looked at her in surprise. Comically he remarked:</p>
+
+<p>"What's that for? A touch?"</p>
+
+<p>She laughed heartily.</p>
+
+<p>"Not this time." Looking admiringly at her husband, she added:</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I guess this was some night for the Gillie family, eh?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;wasn't it!" exclaimed Virginia, still occupied in preparing for
+the night.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie grinned. Good-humoredly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"You were queens&mdash;both of you! The others were only deuces!"</p>
+
+<p>"I'd be sure to think that, anyway!" laughed Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"So would anybody with good eyes," he went on. "Honest&mdash;I never saw so
+much paint on a bunch of women in my life! When it comes to
+complexion, they make the crowd at the French Maids' Ball look like a
+lot of schoolgirls just out of the convent."</p>
+
+<p>"It was pretty bad," assented his wife.</p>
+
+<p>"The funny thing," he continued, "was that the old ones were the
+worst. There was one old party in particular&mdash;the one that wore that
+long fur coat&mdash;what a fur coat!&mdash;I'm not sure what kind of fur it was,
+but it looked to me like unborn plush!"</p>
+
+<p>"James!" exclaimed his wife, scandalized.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," he proceeded, "that dame was so outrageously made up that you
+could have used her face for a danger signal&mdash;on the level you
+could&mdash;and yet I'll bet she was so old it would break a fellow just to
+buy candles for her birthday cake."</p>
+
+<p>"I know the one you mean," laughed Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"Why do they do it?" he demanded with an air of superiority. "Do they
+think folks are blind? Or does each woman imagine that while she can
+spot it on every other woman a mile off, nobody can see it on her?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think you have guessed it!"</p>
+
+<p>"We were all right, weren't we?" interrupted Virginia with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>"That's what you were!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. Then, surveying
+his own clothes in the mirror with great satisfaction, he went on:
+"While we are on the subject, what is the matter with 'yours truly'?"</p>
+
+<p>"Splendid!" cried Virginia, looking him over.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny beamed with pride. Laughingly she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"James got a Tuxedo a year ago, but this is the first time he has worn
+full evening dress."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said her husband ruefully, "I felt all right in it except my
+hands and feet. My hands are no bigger than any other fellow's; but
+while I had on the white kids I felt there was nothing to me but the
+lunch hooks!"</p>
+
+<p>"James!" cried Fanny, shocked at his vulgarity.</p>
+
+<p>"Honest!" he grinned, "they felt so big that every time I put my foot
+down I thought I was going to step on one of 'em!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked admiringly at his silk hose.</p>
+
+<p>"What beautiful socks!" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>Drawing up his trousers, Jimmie showed more of the hose above the
+pump. Grumbling, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, they're all right. But what I object to is the draught that
+comes through the open windows! I wouldn't be a bit surprised if I had
+caught a severe cold in the instep! Pretty good looking suit, though,
+isn't it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, indeed!" exclaimed Fanny, examining the material more closely.</p>
+
+<p>Her husband pointed with pride to his imitation pearl studs.</p>
+
+<p>"And say&mdash;what do you think of my near-pearls?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'll get you some genuine ones," laughed his sister-in-law.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you do it!" he retorted. "I looked the other fellows over and
+you couldn't tell 'em from mine! If you have any money to invest on
+me, put it into something that'll show."</p>
+
+<p>"I will," said Virginia, much amused. "And now tell me, what did you
+really think of the opera, Jimmie?"</p>
+
+<p>First he looked at his sister-in-law to see if she was seriously
+consulting his opinion; then solemnly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I hoped I wouldn't have to mention it."</p>
+
+<p>"Why?" she demanded, laughing.</p>
+
+<p>Making a gesture of protest, he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Won't you please drop the 'Jimmie' and call me 'James'?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm going to be a millionaire some day," he explained, "and when I
+am, 'James Gillie' will be bad enough, but 'Jimmie Gillie'&mdash;Jimmy
+Gillie wouldn't sound as though I had a cent."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia nodded. Smilingly she replied:  "I see! Well, from this time
+on it shall be 'James'."</p>
+
+<p>"Thanks."</p>
+
+<p>"And now, having settled that point, I ask you again&mdash;what did you
+really think of the opera?"</p>
+
+<p>"On the level, or to tell to the neighbors?"</p>
+
+<p>"Is there any difference?"</p>
+
+<p>"You bet there is. To the neighbors I'll say it was 'so delightful'
+and 'extremely artistic,' but if it's on the level I'll say it was
+punk."</p>
+
+<p>"What?" cried Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Punk?" echoed his wife, puzzled.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes! Fancy paying five a throw to hear a sawed-off Italian let go a
+few top notes, when you can have the same seat in a vaudeville theatre
+and get Eva Tanguay and a whole bunch of good acts for a dollar! Five
+a throw to hear a dago yodel something I don't even understand&mdash;not
+for my money!"</p>
+
+<p>"James!" cried Fanny in despair.</p>
+
+<p>But, once started, Jimmie was not to be curbed. With a grin he went
+on:</p>
+
+<p>"And the leading lady&mdash;a human joke if ever there was one. There they
+were all telling about this beautiful maiden of eighteen summers, and
+when she came on&mdash;a beautiful maiden? A milk wagon, believe me, a milk
+wagon!"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny turned to her sister. Apologetically she said:</p>
+
+<p>"You see, dear, James only cares for violin music."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't even care for that," he growled.</p>
+
+<p>"Then why did you take me last week to see that famous violinist?" she
+demanded.</p>
+
+<p>"A mistake, my dear. I didn't know he was a violinist. You see, he was
+flourishing his bow and I thought he was a juggler!"</p>
+
+<p>"You're incorrigible!" laughed Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Musical comedy and vaudeville for mine," he exclaimed. "I've joined
+the ranks of the 'tired business men,' like your husband."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shook her head. "You're wrong there," she said. "Robert is
+very fond of opera."</p>
+
+<p>"Which accounts for his not going to hear it, I suppose."</p>
+
+<p>"No, that was not it," she replied quickly. "He had to see some of his
+associates on a very important business matter."</p>
+
+<p>"That's what I'll be saying soon!" grinned her brother-in-law. "I'm
+already getting a hundred a week. I guess that's not bad for a fellow
+who two years ago was only getting fourteen!"</p>
+
+<p>"It's just splendid!" exclaimed Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"And the best thing about it is that I did it all myself!" said
+Jimmie.</p>
+
+<p>"All?" echoed Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, every bit," he answered impudently.</p>
+
+<p>"Didn't Robert help any?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, of course, he gave me the chance, but how long do you think I'd
+have lasted if I hadn't made good?"</p>
+
+<p>His sister-in-law smiled good-naturedly. Quickly she asked:</p>
+
+<p>"What salary were you getting when Robert gave you your chance?"</p>
+
+<p>"That's got nothing to do with it," he retorted.</p>
+
+<p>"You were getting fourteen dollars a week and he started you at fifty.
+That was some help, wasn't it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, well! what of it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing," she replied. "I mention this only to make you remember that
+Robert is entitled to at least a part of the credit for your
+advancement."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie nodded. Ungraciously he said:</p>
+
+<p>"He gave me my start, I'll admit that. But did he raise me to
+seventy-five and then to a hundred out of charity? Not much! He did it
+because I was worth it."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course," she smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he went on, "and I'm worth more than a hundred now. I'm going
+to strike for a raise pretty soon, and if I don't get it&mdash;if I don't
+get it, I'll put on my coat, walk right out and leave him flat."</p>
+
+<p>"James!" exclaimed Fanny, making frantic signs to him to desist.</p>
+
+<p>"And then? What will you do?" asked Virginia quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"Go to work somewhere else!" he snapped.</p>
+
+<p>"As a shipping clerk?"</p>
+
+<p>"I should say not."</p>
+
+<p>"Then what will you do?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'll find something."</p>
+
+<p>"At a salary of over five thousand dollars a year?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shrugged her shoulders. Curtly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't be foolish."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny nodded approval.</p>
+
+<p>"I think myself you'd better stick to Robert," she said.</p>
+
+<p>Folding his arms, the young man faced the two women. Indignantly he
+cried:</p>
+
+<p>"You two talk as though I was getting my salary out of charity&mdash;as
+though Mr. Stafford was handing me something! Well, I tell you he
+isn't. There's no friendship in business, and if I wasn't worth a
+hundred I wouldn't get it! I'm a valuable man to your husband. I've
+put him onto four or five good things in Wall Street already. Did he
+tell you about 'em?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Virginia, shaking her head.  "I did, just the same," he
+went on exultantly, "and if he followed my advice and played it strong
+he must have made half a million or so just out of my tips! I'm not
+conceited&mdash;not a bit&mdash;but I know what I can do! I know&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Before he had completed the sentence the telephone rang. Virginia
+quickly took the receiver. After listening a moment, she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you!" Replacing the instrument, she turned to the others and
+said quietly:</p>
+
+<p>"Robert has just come in."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie had still grievances to ventilate. Peevishly he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"There's another thing. Why shouldn't I call him Robert the same as
+you and Fanny do?"</p>
+
+<p>"Has he objected?" asked Virginia, a slight smile hovering around her
+mouth.</p>
+
+<p>"No," he answered; "I never tried it! I feel like a fool, though, at
+the office. Everybody knows he's my brother-in-law, and yet I have to
+call him 'Mr. Stafford,' just as though he was no relation at all. Do
+you think he'd mind if I called him Robert?"</p>
+
+<p>"You must be the judge of that," she replied evasively.</p>
+
+<p>Just then there was a rap on the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Come," called out Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>The door opened and Stafford entered.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_15"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XIV</h2>
+
+
+<p>As the millionaire advanced into the room it was easy to see that he
+was not himself. His face was flushed, his eyes brilliant, his gait
+awkward and uncertain. The bosom of his full dress shirt was rumpled
+and his white tie awry. He had every appearance of having just come
+from some midnight orgy, and, like most roysterers who take their wine
+joyously, he was in the highest spirits. Making with his right arm a
+wide sweeping gesture meant to include all present in a general
+salutation, he hiccoughed:</p>
+
+<p>"Ev'ning, everybody!"</p>
+
+<p>He stood still in the centre of the room, maintaining with difficulty
+the centre of gravitation and grinning upon each in turn.</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't he jolly to-night?" laughed Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"Got 'em again," chuckled Jim in an undertone.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia alone was not amused. Her face turned deathly pale. He had
+broken his word again. She looked at him, and shuddered. She saw his
+eyes seek her out and she read there the same expression which had
+always frightened her and which when he was in that condition meant
+only one thing. She could not go on living like this. It was
+unbearable, more than she could endure. It was too humiliating, too
+degrading. As she stood watching him he advanced clumsily towards her.
+Involuntarily she recoiled, but, in a stride, he was beside her and
+placed one arm round her waist. Kissing her, he hiccoughed:</p>
+
+<p>"Hello, honey!" With maudlin admiration he exclaimed: "My, but you
+look sweet to-night!"</p>
+
+<p>Disgusted, nauseated, Virginia turned her head away from his tainted
+breath, and tried to disengage herself. But he held her as in a vice.
+Turning to Jimmie, he said jocularly:</p>
+
+<p>"Do you&mdash;wonder that&mdash;I'm in love with her?"</p>
+
+<p>"I should say not," grinned the clerk.</p>
+
+<p>"She's the prettiest and sweetest girl that ever lived," went on
+Stafford. He still had one arm round his wife's waist and, struggling
+to place his mouth on hers, he insisted: "Kiss me, honey!"</p>
+
+<p>In vain Virginia strove to free herself. She was but a child in his
+strong arms.</p>
+
+<p>"Robert&mdash;Robert&mdash;please!" she protested angrily.</p>
+
+<p>He laughed boisterously.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh&mdash;go on&mdash;you know you love me! Kiss me!"</p>
+
+<p>Reluctantly, realizing it was her only way of escape, she touched his
+cheek with her cold lips.</p>
+
+<p>"That's the girl!" he exclaimed, releasing her.</p>
+
+<p>Deathly white and with a set, determined expression on her face,
+Virginia broke from his embrace and hurried away to join her sister
+who, dreading a scene, had discreetly withdrawn into the bedroom.
+Stafford stood looking after her, a stupid expression on his face as
+if of mild surprise at her resistance. When she had disappeared, he
+turned to his employee. For a few moments he did not speak and the
+younger man was beginning to feel uncomfortable under his close
+scrutiny when Stafford suddenly blurted out:</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"What salary are you getting?"</p>
+
+<p>"A hundred&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford shook his head. Smiling, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"No, you're not&mdash;you're getting a hundred and fifty!"</p>
+
+<p>The clerk stared at his employer, not comprehending. What did he mean?
+Was this the long expected and hoped for raise in his salary, or was
+he the victim of a drunken jest?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm only getting a hundred," he stammered.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford nodded encouragingly. Amiably he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Now you're getting a hundred and fifty&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>The clerk's face broadened into a grin. At last his ability was
+receiving tardy acknowledgment. Hadn't he told Fanny months ago that
+he was worth the money? Well, better late than never! He was about to
+express his thanks when the millionaire interrupted him with a
+careless gesture.</p>
+
+<p>"When you're really worth twenty, I'll make it two hundred&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>The young man's expression fell. Had he heard aright? What could the
+boss mean?</p>
+
+<p>"Twenty?" he echoed, puzzled.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford laughed loudly. Mockingly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I have a system about you. I pay you ten times what I think
+you're worth."</p>
+
+<p>The listener's jaw dropped a few inches more. This did not sound as if
+his employer appreciated his merit any too much. Instinctively, he
+glanced around to see if anyone had overheard. It was just as well
+Fanny was not present.  "Oh, you do?" he exclaimed with a crestfallen
+air.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford seemed to enjoy the young man's discomfiture. Promptly he
+went on to explain:</p>
+
+<p>"When you first came I figured you were worth five dollars, so I gave
+you fifty. When I thought you were worth seven dollars and a half, I
+gave you seventy-five, and when I thought you were really earning ten,
+I raised it to a hundred!"</p>
+
+<p>Utterly unnerved by this unexpected blow to his pride, completely
+cowed, the young man stood staring foolishly at the railroad promoter,
+not daring to raise his voice in protest, completely intimidated by
+his employer's manner.</p>
+
+<p>"And now," he asked timidly, "you think I'm worth fifteen?"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford broke out into boisterous laughter.</p>
+
+<p>"No, I don't, Jimmie! Oh, no, I don't! I raise you the other fifty
+because&mdash;well&mdash;there's a reason!" Coaxingly, he went on: "Jimmie, as a
+favor&mdash;as a favor&mdash;promise me you'll never get to be worth
+twenty-five! The manager of your department gets only two hundred and
+fifty and I couldn't pay you as much as I pay him, could I?"</p>
+
+<p>"I hoped to be manager of the department some day," spoke up the
+clerk, regaining some of his self-assurance.</p>
+
+<p>"What's that?"</p>
+
+<p>"I say I hoped to be manager of the department some day&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford shook his head. With mock solemnity he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie, for all our sakes, let's hope that your hope doesn't come
+out."</p>
+
+<p>The young man was about to make a retort in kind, but at that instant
+his employer's attention was diverted to something more important.
+Virginia and Fanny had re-entered the boudoir from the bed chamber,
+and were standing conversing at the far end of the room.</p>
+
+<p>On seeing his wife, the railroad man seemed to forget aught else. His
+eyes appeared to be fascinated by her; he closely watched her every
+movement. Never, it seemed to him, had Virginia looked so attractive.
+Was it her pale face, with the large appealing black eyes and small
+curved lips that thrilled him, or was it her negligée gown, the
+clinging folds of which imparted suggestive voluptuous lines to her
+slender figure, which set his sensualism aflame?</p>
+
+<p>Virginia was painfully conscious of his steady stare and she trembled.
+Well she knew what it meant. If only she could keep her sister with
+her! But it was late; the Gillies would soon retire. Embarrassed by
+his persistent gaze, she went to the opposite side of the room on
+pretext of getting a photograph from a desk. Before she could reach
+it, her husband had intercepted her. Hoarsely he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"My, but you do look sweet to-night!"</p>
+
+<p>He attempted to lay a hand on her arm and seemed about to bend over
+and kiss her, but she quickly evaded him. In a vexed tone, she
+exclaimed in a low voice:</p>
+
+<p>"Please, Robert, behave yourself. Don't you see that there are others
+present?"</p>
+
+<p>Thus unceremoniously repulsed, Stafford appealed to his sister-in-law,
+who had retreated to a corner on the other side of the room. In a
+maudlin, jocular way he asked:</p>
+
+<p>"You wouldn't mind, would you? You wouldn't mind if a husband kissed
+his own wife."</p>
+
+<p>"No, of course not," she smiled, at a loss what answer to make. She
+was anxious to defend her sister, but at the same time unwilling to
+displease her husband's employer.</p>
+
+<p>The millionaire smiled, and leaving his wife, sauntered over to where
+Fanny was sitting.</p>
+
+<p>"How's the kid?" he inquired affably.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well, thank you."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford shook his head. Dubiously he said:</p>
+
+<p>"When I saw her this morning I thought she looked a little pale. It
+isn't good for kids to look pale. It shows that they don't get enough
+fresh air and sunshine. Do you know what I'm going to do?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," replied the mother, looking up at her brother-in-law in
+surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"In the morning I'm going to send you one of my cars as a present for
+her."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Robert!" she exclaimed breathlessly.</p>
+
+<p>He winked significantly as he went on:</p>
+
+<p>"That's the reason I've just raised Jimmie fifty&mdash;to pay for the
+chauffeur and things. So the kid can have plenty of fresh air. See?"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny clasped her hands in delight.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, you're too good!" she exclaimed gratefully.</p>
+
+<p>"Hush!" he said in an undertone. "It's for the kid! I'm very fond of
+her!" After a pause he added: "Besides, she's named for Virgie!"
+Turning to Jimmie, he asked: "How does the idea strike you?"</p>
+
+<p>"What idea?" demanded the father, who had not been listening.</p>
+
+<p>"I've just made your little daughter&mdash;a present of an auto&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"What make is it?"</p>
+
+<p>The question came so spontaneously and was so characteristic of the
+man that Stafford burst into a roar of merriment. As soon as he had
+regained his composure he said:</p>
+
+<p>"It's a&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He was about to tell him the make when, realizing the colossal
+impudence of the question, he stopped short and burst into laughter.
+"You're always there, aren't you? Honest, Jimmie, you give me many a
+laugh! Don't change your disposition or I'll never forgive you!"</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't know I was so funny!" said the clerk resentfully, quite at a
+loss to see humor in the situation.</p>
+
+<p>"That's the beauty of the whole business!" laughed his employer.</p>
+
+<p>"An auto&mdash;all for ourselves!" exclaimed Fanny, enthusiastically.
+"Isn't that lovely?"</p>
+
+<p>Her husband looked dubious. Doggedly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know that we ought to accept presents from anybody now, not
+even from&mdash;Robert."</p>
+
+<p>The Christian name dropped as gingerly out of his mouth as if it had
+been a hot potato. At last he had summoned up courage enough to do
+what it had long been his ambition to do&mdash;call his employer by his
+first name. He felt it would be a victory for him&mdash;a triumph over the
+other men at the office to be on such terms of intimacy. Besides it
+was his right. Wasn't he in the family?</p>
+
+<p>Stafford turned quickly. There was a limit of endurance even to this
+clown's impudence.</p>
+
+<p>"What's that?" he demanded curtly.</p>
+
+<p>Not abashed and encouraged by the railroad promoter's previous good
+nature, Jimmie stood his ground and spoke up boldly:</p>
+
+<p>"I said, I wasn't sure that we ought to accept presents even from you,
+Robert."</p>
+
+<p>Quickly Stafford raised his hand. Coldly and distantly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Just a minute. To my wife I am&mdash;Robert. To my wife's sister I
+am&mdash;Robert. But to you I am&mdash;Mr. Stafford&mdash;even when I'm drunk."</p>
+
+<p>Somewhat taken aback at this unexpected rebuff, the young man tried to
+bluff it out. Raising his voice, he protested:</p>
+
+<p>"You call me Jimmie&mdash;you don't even call me James!"</p>
+
+<p>"So I do," laughed the millionaire, who never remained in a bad humor
+long. It was beneath him to bandy words with his employee. The fellow
+was impertinent, but what of it? He simply did not know any better.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny, who had been an anxious observer of the little passage at arms,
+spoke up. Turning to her husband, she said quickly:</p>
+
+<p>"That's very different&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"How?" demanded Jimmie, with an air of offended dignity.</p>
+
+<p>"In every way," replied his wife, making dumb signs to him to desist.</p>
+
+<p>But the clerk was not to be silenced so easily.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't see it," he said doggedly.</p>
+
+<p>The master of half a dozen railroad systems made a low bow to his
+employee. With mock courtesy he said:</p>
+
+<p>"You're right! You're quite right! I have been entirely too familiar
+and I beg your pardon. From now on I shall be most careful to address
+you always as&mdash;Mr. Gillie."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie looked considerably crestfallen.</p>
+
+<p>"You needn't rub it in," he said, shifting uneasily on his feet.</p>
+
+<p>"No idea of such a thing," went on the millionaire in the same tone.
+"Just one gentleman to another&mdash;'Mr. Stafford' and 'Mr. Gillie.'
+
+That's perfectly fair." Turning towards his wife, who had apparently
+paid no attention to the discussion, he said: "Don't you think so,
+Virginia?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she answered shortly, without looking around.</p>
+
+<p>Leaving the others, Stafford walked unsteadily over to where his wife
+was sitting. Bending over her, he exclaimed admiringly:</p>
+
+<p>"My! You do look sweet to-night." Appealing to his clerk, he said:
+"Doesn't she? Doesn't she, Jimmie&mdash;James&mdash;I mean Mr. Gillie?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think we had better say good-night," said the young man coldly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, indeed," chimed in Fanny, rising and making preparations to
+retire for the night.</p>
+
+<p>"Must you really go?" said the millionaire in a regretful tone as if
+they would really confer a favor by disturbing still longer the
+privacy of himself and his wife.</p>
+
+<p>The clerk looked hesitatingly at his employer, as if there was still
+something on his mind that was troubling him. Peevishly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, it's late. I want to get to bed. It's nearly one o'clock and
+I've got to be at the office by nine It's different with you. You
+haven't got to be there unless you want to. That makes a difference."</p>
+
+<p>"So it does," said the millionaire carelessly. Abruptly, as if he did
+not wish the conversation prolonged, he said: "Well, good night!"</p>
+
+<p>"Good night," rejoined the other in a surly, dissatisfied tone.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia rose and went towards her sister.</p>
+
+<p>"Good night, dear," she said affectionately.</p>
+
+<p>"Good night."</p>
+
+<p>As she was going out Fanny suddenly turned back. Running to her
+brother-in-law, she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you so much for the auto."</p>
+
+<p>"That's all right!" he said with a good natured laugh, as if the
+giving away of automobiles was an incident of every day. "It's for the
+kid. Kiss her good-night for me, will you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, I will!" exclaimed Fanny gratefully. "Good night."</p>
+
+<p>She followed Virginia out of the room and the two men stood looking at
+each other&mdash;Jimmie somewhat intimidated, Stafford with an amused
+expression on his face as if wondering what demand this extraordinary
+employee of his would make upon him next. There was an awkward pause.
+Finally the clerk said:</p>
+
+<p>"If I don't get a good eight hours' sleep my brain don't work right.
+Would you mind if I was late an hour or so in the morning?"</p>
+
+<p>"I wouldn't," replied Stafford dryly. "But McLaughlin might. He's the
+superintendent of your department and I never interfere with the
+superintendent."</p>
+
+<p>"He'd be sure to call me down," snapped Jimmie sourly. "He's got it in
+for me and don't mind showing it. Some time I'll tell him what I think
+about him."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford shook his head. Warningly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you do it. If you do he might tell you what he really thinks
+about you. So take my advice and don't go out of your class."</p>
+
+<p>"But if I told him that you&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Don't!" said the millionaire curtly. "I never interfere with the
+superintendent."</p>
+
+<p>"Then I suppose I'll have to be there," said Jimmie sulkily: "But
+remember this&mdash;if I don't get a good eight hours' sleep, my brain
+don't work right. So if I'm not up to my usual standard, don't blame
+me."</p>
+
+<p>He turned on his heel and was leaving the room when he bumped into his
+sister-in-law, who was just coming in.</p>
+
+<p>"Good night, Virginia," he mumbled.</p>
+
+<p>"Good night, Jimmie," she replied cordially.</p>
+
+<p>He went out, closing the door behind him.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_16"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XV</h2>
+
+
+<p>As the door slammed, leaving her alone with her husband, Virginia felt
+herself grow hot and cold by turns. Desperate, she looked around to
+see if there was anywhere she could go, but there was no escape
+possible. Practically she was a prisoner, at the mercy of a man who,
+his worst instincts aroused by wine, was temporarily another being.
+His naturally generous impulses, his gentlemanly bearing, his kindly
+consideration for the weaker sex, all that was momentarily cast to the
+winds and like the savage beast, unaccustomed to control his
+appetites, he stopped at nothing in a wild, passionate madness to
+gratify his brutal desires.</p>
+
+<p>It was horrible, revolting, yet what could she do? The law gave this
+man certain rights over her. Was not she herself largely to blame? Had
+she not sold herself to a man she did not love without even the excuse
+of necessity to sanction the disgraceful barter of flesh and honor?
+And what made it the more cruel was that gradually love had come into
+her life. Yes, she was sure of it now. In spite of his neglect, his
+indifference, she loved him and it was just because she loved him that
+it broke her heart to see him degrade his manhood.</p>
+
+<p>The distant sounds of the Gillies and the servants retiring died away.
+The lights throughout the big house were extinguished one by one. A
+heavy silence fell over everything. Growing more nervous each instant,
+Virginia watched her husband furtively. If only he, too, would say
+good-night and go to his room! At present he seemed to be in no hurry
+to depart, and yet he did not appear to be thinking about her, being
+still highly amused by what Jimmie had said. Suddenly bursting into
+laughter, he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"His brain! Ha! ha! Good night! Jimmie's brain! Ah, that's rich!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia went back to her dressing table, where she pretended to be
+busily occupied combing her hair. He followed her, still laughing.
+When his merriment had somewhat subsided, he hiccoughed:</p>
+
+<p>"That boy's more fun to me! I wouldn't lose his company for anything
+in the world! From the very first day he came to work for me he's been
+full of suggestions. They've all been good. One of them&mdash;one of them
+made me laugh for a week. I even laugh now whenever I think of it&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He leaned awkwardly over her chair and Virginia instinctively
+recoiled. His flushed face and tainted breath frightened and disgusted
+her. Each instant she feared that he would take her in his arms. To
+avoid him, she rose from the dressing table and crossing the room, sat
+down on the sofa. He followed her, still laughing.</p>
+
+<p>"You'll enjoy it too&mdash;so listen!" he said. Raising his voice and in a
+tone of command he went on: "Listen now, because you'll enjoy it. He
+wanted me&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He halted again, unable to continue for laughing, as he thought of
+some of his employee's crazy notions. Then, proceeding, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"You'll enjoy it. Such a joke! The man's as mad as a March hare. He
+wanted me&mdash;to put up a factory&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He tried to complete the sentence; but the absurdity of the
+proposition was too much for him. He laughed till his face ached,
+while Virginia sat silent, watching him sideways. When he had calmed
+down, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"It's the funniest thing I ever heard! You'll enjoy it too! He wanted
+me to put up a factory&mdash;to make infants' food out of prickly pears&mdash;"
+Once more he was unable to proceed for laughter. "Infants' food!
+Prickly pears! Isn't that immense? Isn't that the funniest idea
+that&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Noticing that Virginia did not join in his merriment, he stopped and
+asked:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you think it's funny?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear. It probably is," she answered evasively.</p>
+
+<p>"There's no 'probably' about it&mdash;it certainly is," he insisted. "I
+don't think you got it, so I'll tell it again. He wanted me to put up
+a factory&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"I understood," she interrupted coldly.</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her closely, as if unable to understand her cold
+indifference.</p>
+
+<p>"Well&mdash;don't you think it's funny?"</p>
+
+<p>Wearily she answered:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear, it is."</p>
+
+<p>"You don't seem to enjoy it," he grumbled.</p>
+
+<p>She made no reply for a moment, at a loss what to say, anxious to
+avoid saying anything that would furnish him with an excuse for a
+scene. Her only hope was in keeping him in good humor and persuading
+him to retire. It would be terrible if she had to endure the same
+horrible experience with him as on former occasions when he came home
+in this condition. Rising, she said quietly:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm very tired, so I think I'll say good-night, dear."</p>
+
+<p>She went towards her bedroom door, but before she could reach it, he
+had intercepted her. There was a determined, not to be denied look in
+his face as he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Not just yet! Not just yet!"</p>
+
+<p>Trembling in every limb, but endeavoring to remain calm, she looked up
+at him pleadingly:</p>
+
+<p>"Please let me go," she said coaxingly. "Be a nice, good husband and
+say good-night&mdash;won't you, dear, please?"</p>
+
+<p>He put his arm around her waist. Hoarsely, amorously, he whispered:</p>
+
+<p>"Stay with me a little&mdash;I want you here."</p>
+
+<p>"No, dear&mdash;please, dear!" she pleaded, quickly disentangling herself
+from his grasp. "You'll make me so happy if you will! Besides, it's
+quite late, remember, and I'm tired&mdash;I really am&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He stood off a little way, looking more closely at her as if doubtful
+that she was speaking the truth.</p>
+
+<p>"Tired, are you?" he frowned.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear," she pleaded anxiously.</p>
+
+<p>He laughed&mdash;a strange, horrid, artificial laugh which made her
+shudder. She had heard that laugh before and it omened nothing good.
+Quickly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I know the best thing in the world to cure that tired
+feeling&mdash;champagne. We'll have some&mdash;what do you say?"</p>
+
+<p>He leaned towards her, trying to fondle her, but she avoided him and,
+falling back, stood looking at him. Her face was pale. Outwardly she
+was composed, but her heart was beating fast. There must be some
+explanation, after all. It might as well be now as later. Looking him
+straight in the face with an expression of contempt and disdain in her
+eyes that made him wince, she said coldly:</p>
+
+<p>"So you've had some sent to your room&mdash;again?"</p>
+
+<p>He nodded in half defiant, half ashamed fashion and Virginia, her tone
+changing, pleaded with him earnestly:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't touch it now, Robert. Please! Please!"</p>
+
+<p>"Why not?" he demanded defiantly.</p>
+
+<p>"You've had enough already."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, nonsense!" he exclaimed, "I'm all right. I can take twice as much
+as I've had and not even feel it." Going towards the door he added:
+"I'll tell Oku to bring it in here&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She ran quickly to intercept him. That was just what she dreaded. If
+he touched another drop he would be beyond control. It must be
+prevented at any cost.</p>
+
+<p>"No, Robert! No!" she pleaded.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford stopped and stared at her in amazement.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the matter?" he demanded.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't take any more," she said, laying a hand coaxingly on his arm.
+"Please, dear! It isn't good for you."</p>
+
+<p>"Good for me!" he laughed. "Don't you worry about that. I know what's
+good for me!" Determinedly he added: "I want that wine and I'm going
+to have it."</p>
+
+<p>"Then say good-night," she replied with what self-possession she could
+command, "and take it in your own room."</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her stupidly.</p>
+
+<p>"Drink alone?" he hiccoughed. "And you right here? Well, I guess
+not&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He was standing at the door and as he spoke his hand happened to touch
+the key. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. She might try to get away.
+If he had the key, he would command the situation. Unobserved by his
+wife, he noiselessly withdrew the key from the lock and slipped it in
+his pocket. Carelessly he went on:</p>
+
+<p>"Where'd be the fun of that? No, we'll have it in here and we'll have
+a little party&mdash;just you and me! A little party! Eh?"</p>
+
+<p>He went towards her, arms outstretched, his eyes ardent. As he
+advanced she retreated to the farther side of the room.</p>
+
+<p>"Please don't!" she exclaimed, opening her eyes wide in terror.</p>
+
+<p>He halted.</p>
+
+<p>"Why not?" he demanded.</p>
+
+<p>Hesitatingly and in a low tone she answered:</p>
+
+<p>"I remember&mdash;the last time."</p>
+
+<p>"When was that?"</p>
+
+<p>"About a week ago!"</p>
+
+<p>"Well," he demanded in a surly tone, "what about it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you remember?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," he answered sullenly.</p>
+
+<p>She turned away in mute despair. Utterly discouraged, completely in
+his power, she was at a loss what to do or say. There was little use
+in appealing to the better nature of a man, in his present condition.
+She thought of flight, but it was impossible. He barred the way.
+Meanwhile he watched her, as a beast of prey watches its hapless
+victim. His ardent eyes feasted on her white neck, gloated on the
+lines of her body, revealed by the thin gown. He was too intent on his
+lustful purpose to be really conscious of the pain he was inflicting.
+He mistook her resistance for coquettishness. Approaching her, he bent
+over and whispered persuasively in her ear:</p>
+
+<p>"What's the good of thinking about that, anyway? There's no time like
+the present, so I'll have Oku bring it in and I'll drink to your
+pretty eyes. My, but you look sweet to-night! I'll ring for Oku."</p>
+
+<p>He started towards the door and had almost reached it when he heard a
+movement and rustle of skirts behind him. Turning quickly, he saw
+Virginia standing at the entrance to her own bedroom, as if hesitating
+as to whether to go into it or not. Her first impulse had been to take
+refuge in there and bolt herself in. But it seemed so cowardly, so
+undignified. So she stopped on the threshold and just looked at him in
+silence, and for a few moments neither spoke. At last he said:</p>
+
+<p>"You won't run away?"</p>
+
+<p>Slowly, deliberately, he advanced towards her. Virginia, cowed,
+intimidated, stood still as if glued to the spot. Impatiently he
+exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"It wouldn't be a pretty thing for you to run away from your husband!
+So you won't do it, will you?"</p>
+
+<p>She made no answer, and he repeated more loudly:</p>
+
+<p>"Will you?"</p>
+
+<p>She looked up at him bravely. Her face was white, but determined.
+Almost defiantly, she replied:</p>
+
+<p>"No. I won't run away."</p>
+
+<p>"That's the way to talk," he cried and going to the door leading to
+the outside hall, he opened it and called out:</p>
+
+<p>"Oku, open the wine and bring it in here&mdash;two glasses."</p>
+
+<p>Returning, he sat down, waiting for the butler to bring the champagne.
+His face was more flushed than ever. Instead of having a sobering
+effect, his wife's resistance seemed only to inflame him more. But
+just now his thoughts were not so much on her as on her
+brother-in-law.</p>
+
+<p>"Oku's&mdash;a good boy," he hiccoughed. "A very&mdash;good boy. But he isn't
+half as funny as Jimmie. It's worth twice Jimmie's salary just to have
+him around to make me laugh. How he does make me laugh! He doesn't
+know that I'm laughing at him, but I know it. That's what makes it so
+funny&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He was interrupted by the appearance of Oku with wine and glasses,
+which the butler placed on the table.</p>
+
+<p>"Shall I serve?" asked the servant.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, fill 'em up," replied his master.</p>
+
+<p>After he had drawn the cork and filled the glasses with the hissing,
+golden beverage, Stafford stammered thickly:</p>
+
+<p>"That's&mdash;all for you&mdash;to-night."</p>
+
+<p>"I must not wait?" inquired Oku.</p>
+
+<p>"No! I'll ring&mdash;when I want you in the morning."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes! Excuse, please. Excuse!"</p>
+
+<p>The butler bowed himself out of the room and the millionaire, turning
+to his wife, pushed one of the glasses over to her. Then, raising his
+own glass to his lips, he gave her a toast:</p>
+
+<p>"Here's to you, sweetheart!"</p>
+
+<p>He drained the contents and put the glass down. As he did so he
+noticed that her glass was untouched.</p>
+
+<p>"You didn't drink!" he exclaimed in a surprised, aggrieved tone.</p>
+
+<p>"No," she replied firmly.</p>
+
+<p>"Aren't you going to?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, go on&mdash;just a glass," he said coaxingly.</p>
+
+<p>"No," she said again coldly.</p>
+
+<p>"Why not?" he demanded, slightly raising his voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Because I don't wish to," she answered with dignity.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that so?" he said mockingly. Filling another glass and drinking,
+he added: "Suppose I wanted you to? Would you take it then?"</p>
+
+<p>She shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>"No, dear&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Would you?" he persisted.</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"You wouldn't?"  "No, I wouldn't!" she said positively. "I don't like
+it&mdash;I don't want it, and even you couldn't make me take it."</p>
+
+<p>She rose abruptly and turned her back so that he might not see the
+tears in her eyes&mdash;tears of mortification and mental anguish. His face
+more congested than ever, his step uncertain, Stafford stumbled after
+her:</p>
+
+<p>"I couldn't, eh?" he sneered. "Perhaps you'd like to see me try."</p>
+
+<p>She turned around, almost hysterical. Pleadingly she cried:</p>
+
+<p>"Please don't speak to me like that, dear! It hurts me dreadfully. If
+I didn't know that it isn't yourself who is talking&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Not myself? Then, who is it?"</p>
+
+<p>"It's the man who takes your place when&mdash;you are drunk!"</p>
+
+<p>Leaning against a table to steady himself, he stared at her stupidly.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, what about this man?" he sneered. "You don't like him, do you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," she replied quickly and frankly, "I do not."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, what are you going to do about it?"</p>
+
+<p>She turned to go. Pleadingly she cried:</p>
+
+<p>"Please let me go, dear! I'm very unhappy. Good night!"</p>
+
+<p>She started to go towards her room, but he held up his hand and in a
+tone of command, cried:</p>
+
+<p>"Wait!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia paid no heed, and a second time in a louder voice he cried:</p>
+
+<p>"Wait!"</p>
+
+<p>She stopped involuntarily and after a pause he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you like to talk to me? Don't you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I do," she stammered.</p>
+
+<p>"Then come and sit down and do it."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm tired, dear," she pleaded.</p>
+
+<p>But he was pitiless.</p>
+
+<p>"Come and sit down here," he insisted, pointing to a chair near the
+table. "There!" he exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"But, Robert&mdash;" she protested.</p>
+
+<p>He refused to listen.</p>
+
+<p>"There!" he commanded.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia reluctantly retraced her steps and though trembling with
+mingled indignation and fear, obediently sat down on the chair he
+indicated. Stafford, as if suddenly seized by an insatiable thirst for
+champagne, refilled his glass a second time and swallowed the
+contents. Then taking a seat opposite her, he leaned his head on his
+two elbows and stared at her. For several moments he said nothing but
+just stared in a way that made her turn red and white in turn.
+Suddenly he blurted out:</p>
+
+<p>"You looked great with the whole business on, but this fluffy thing&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He leaned across the table and placing his hand on her bare shoulder,
+drew his fingers voluptuously down the arm. Virginia started back,
+feeling repulsion and disgust even at his touch.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! What's the matter?" he exclaimed sarcastically. "Is there
+anything wrong in a man telling his wife she's pretty? Is there?"</p>
+
+<p>She remained silent and, frowning, he repeated his question:</p>
+
+<p>"Is there?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," she said quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"Then why do you want to quarrel with me?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't want to quarrel with you."</p>
+
+<p>"Then we're friends, are we?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>Holding out an unsteady hand, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Then shake hands on it."</p>
+
+<p>She made no response and he said again more commandingly:</p>
+
+<p>"Come on now&mdash;shake hands on it."</p>
+
+<p>Still she made no move.</p>
+
+<p>"If you don't want to quarrel," he said warningly, "shake hands on
+it."</p>
+
+<p>Hesitatingly she put out her hand, which he immediately grasped.</p>
+
+<p>"Good!" he exclaimed, rising. "And now let's kiss and make up!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia started up at the same time, and again turned to go to her
+own room. But he still had hold of her hand and she could not withdraw
+it. Tired out by the unequal struggle, nervous and almost in tears,
+she tried in vain to release herself:</p>
+
+<p>"I tell you I want to go," she cried impatiently.</p>
+
+<p>But he merely laughed at her puny efforts. Soothingly he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Let's kiss and make up! Come on now, kiss me, and that'll show we're
+friends."</p>
+
+<p>"I can't," she said, keeping her face averted.</p>
+
+<p>"Can't&mdash;why?"</p>
+
+<p>"For one thing," she retorted angrily, "the odor of stale wine and
+whiskey isn't pleasant."</p>
+
+<p>"Is there any other reason?" he demanded.</p>
+
+<p>"There is&mdash;and a very important one. I don't want to kiss you."</p>
+
+<p>"That means you don't love me. Is that it?"</p>
+
+<p>For a moment she made no answer, but looked him full in the face, her
+eyes blazing with scorn and anger. Then she spoke and raising her
+voice until it rang with all the anger and bitterness there was pent
+up in her heart she cried:</p>
+
+<p>"I love the man I married&mdash;love him with all my heart and soul and he
+loves me! But you are not the man I married; you are another man. You
+are a stranger, a man inflamed with liquor, a man who comes and talks
+to me of love when it isn't love at all, a man whose every
+protestation of love is an insult. That's the man you are and I hate
+him&mdash;I hate him&mdash;!"</p>
+
+<p>Staggered by her vehemence, intimidated for a moment by her angry
+outburst, Stafford let go her hand. Quick to profit by it, Virginia
+turned, but before she could make a step, he had caught her again by
+the arm.</p>
+
+<p>"So you hate me, do you?" he exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I do!" she cried. "And now will you let me go?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, I won't," he replied determinedly. "Even though you do hate me,
+you're still my wife&mdash;you belong to me&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She stared at him in amazement.</p>
+
+<p>"Robert! What do you mean?" she cried.</p>
+
+<p>Shrugging his shoulders contemptuously, he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Who were you till I married you&mdash;nobody! What were you? A telephone
+girl getting ten dollars a week. And now who are you? You're Mrs.
+Robert Stafford! And what are you? You're the wife of one of the
+richest men in the country. And how did he get you for his wife? He
+bought you and he paid for you."</p>
+
+<p>"You didn't!" she almost screamed, her face white with anger, her
+whole being trembling with nervous excitement.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, I did," he went on coldly. "Did you love me when you married
+me? No. Would you have married me if I'd been poor? No! I bought you
+and I paid for you and anything I've bought and paid for belongs to
+me. And now will you kiss me?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," she cried in desperation, her head thrown back, her hands
+clenched. "I will not!"</p>
+
+<p>He advanced threateningly.</p>
+
+<p>"Then if you won't, I'll&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He stopped abruptly and his manner changed. Shrugging his shoulders,
+he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, what's the use of quarreling? I don't want to be mean to you. I
+want to be nice to you."</p>
+
+<p>Tears were in her eyes, her lips were trembling. Pathetically she
+asked:</p>
+
+<p>"Then why do you insult me? Why do you wish to degrade me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Degrade you?" he echoed, as if surprised. "Why&mdash;you're my wife&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Does that make the degradation any the less?" she demanded. "When I
+married you did I become your property? Do you own me? Have I
+surrendered all rights in myself? When you placed a wedding ring on my
+finger did it mean that I forfeited my free will? If so&mdash;then marriage
+is horrible."</p>
+
+<p>He shrugged his shoulders. Carelessly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"The law says that a husband&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"The law! The law!" she echoed disdainfully. "Always remember
+this&mdash;the minute a husband even mentions his legal rights it shows
+that he has lost his moral rights and the moral rights are the ones
+that count." Changing her tone to one of pleading, she went on: "Let
+me go, dear! Please let me go!"</p>
+
+<p>He smiled significantly at her.</p>
+
+<p>"You just be a nice, good little wife, and in the morning you can go
+down to Tiffany's and buy anything you like, anything&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Ha! ha!" she cried desperately, hopelessly, "no wonder you talk of
+buying me! If I did that where would I be any better than a woman of
+the streets?"</p>
+
+<p>Without stopping to hear his answer she turned quickly and again made
+an effort to reach her room.</p>
+
+<p>"Good night!" she cried.</p>
+
+<p>But once more he intercepted her.</p>
+
+<p>"You're not going to leave me," he said warningly.</p>
+
+<p>"I am, I tell you! I am!" she cried defiantly.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no, you're not," he said determinedly, and approaching as if
+about to lay hands on her.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't touch me!" she cried, recoiling as he advanced.</p>
+
+<p>"At least not till you have given me a kiss&mdash;just one. Then you can
+go."</p>
+
+<p>"You promise that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Just one?"</p>
+
+<p>"Just one," he said.</p>
+
+<p>Thinking to get rid of him the sooner, she put up her face and kissed
+him on the cheek.</p>
+
+<p>"Not that kind," he protested, "a real one."</p>
+
+<p>She shook her head. Wearily she said:</p>
+
+<p>"I can't! I can't!"</p>
+
+<p>"All right then!" he exclaimed with a laugh.</p>
+
+<p>Without further argument he seized hold of her and drew her close to
+him in spite of her struggles to free herself.</p>
+
+<p>"Let me go! Let me go, I say! Let me go!" she screamed.</p>
+
+<p>He paid no heed to her cries, but drawing her closer until her face
+touched his, he stooped suddenly and kissed her full on the mouth.
+Then he released her.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, my God!" she cried.</p>
+
+<p>Directly she felt herself free, she rushed to her room. He tried to
+stop her, but this time she was too quick. She reached the room before
+him and bolted the door in his face. Balked of his prey, he stood for
+a moment looking at the closed door in sullen silence. Then, as if
+seized by a sudden uncontrollable frenzy, he seized the poker in the
+fireplace and rushing to the door, smashed in the panel. Putting his
+arm through the jagged rent, he coolly withdrew the bolt and entered.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_17"></a>
+<h2>Chapter XVI</h2>
+
+
+<p>Daylight filtered slowly through the closed blinds of the palatial
+Stafford home. Through the dark nocturnal hours its inmates&mdash;master,
+guests and servants, had slumbered peacefully, all but one and to her
+sleep refused to come. Hysterical, mentally overwrought, physically
+exhausted from continual weeping, Virginia had tossed feverishly on
+her pillow until at last dawn had mercifully come to dispel the
+terrors of the long night.</p>
+
+<p>As she lay there in the darkness, she had tried to see some way out of
+her misery. The truth was out at last. He had admitted it openly, had
+even boasted of it. He had bought her and paid for her. He considered
+her not as a wife, a companion to respect and love, but as a creature
+whom he had purchased and who must do his bidding at his command. What
+ignominy! There was only one thing a self-respecting woman could do in
+such circumstances. She must boldly assert her independence and leave
+him, no matter at what sacrifice of her comfort and happiness. It
+would be better to undergo any privation rather than endure such
+suffering, such degradation as this.</p>
+
+<p>She could earn her own living. Perhaps she could get back the same
+position at the hotel, and if Fanny and Jim would have her, she could
+go and live with them. It would mean the sacrifice of many luxuries
+and much pride, but at least she would be able to lift up her head and
+look all decent people squarely in the face again. She would give him
+back all his jewels&mdash;every one. Much as she loved them, she would
+return them all&mdash;the diamond sunburst, the pearl necklace, the ruby
+cross&mdash;everything. They were the things he had bought her with. Hadn't
+he said so? Maybe it was true that she had married him only for his
+money. Well, if it was true, this was her punishment, the cross she
+must carry for her wickedness, and it was also why she must leave him.
+She would never give him another opportunity to accuse her of having
+bartered away her self-respect.</p>
+
+<p>What should she say to him at breakfast? No doubt he would be very
+penitent and full of apologies. No matter what he might say, her mind
+was made up. She would listen in silence, and, breakfast over, begin
+to make her preparations for departure. Fanny, of course, must be told
+everything, but not yet. There was plenty of time to tell her. The
+rupture would interfere, no doubt, with Jimmie's prospects, but it
+could not be helped. She could not be expected to go on suffering for
+their sake. They must all try and get along without the assistance of
+the rich Mr. Stafford. He would respect them the more if they did.</p>
+
+<p>Everything occurred just as she had foreseen. Stafford woke with a
+terrific headache and thoroughly ashamed of himself. He had no
+distinct remembrance of the happenings of the evening before, but that
+he was drunk and had made a fool of himself he was pretty well sure.
+If he had not been, Virginia's cold demeanor would have soon
+enlightened him. At the breakfast table he mumbled an apology and
+tried to awaken some sympathy for his headache. But his wife paid no
+attention and beyond the merest commonplaces, made no attempt at
+conversation whatever and the meal ended as it began, in icy silence.</p>
+
+<p>After breakfast she went to her room and, ringing for Josephine,
+ordered her to get out her blue cloth walking suit. The maid opened
+wide her eyes in surprise. Her mistress did not usually go walking so
+early.</p>
+
+<p>"Madame va se promener de si bonne heure?"</p>
+
+<p>"Don't ask questions, Josephine," replied her mistress sharply. "Do as
+I tell you. I'm going out of town. Pack my two trunks at once."</p>
+
+<p>"Oui, Madame."</p>
+
+<p>While the girl hurried to carry out her instructions, Virginia went to
+her safe, opened it, and, taking out the jewel cases one by one,
+carried them into the library, where she piled them high on the table.
+Soon there was quite a large heap of dainty boxes of every shape and
+color, each bearing the trademark of a fashionable jeweller. For a
+full hour the young wife worked steadily, packing and dressing, until
+at last nothing more remained to be done.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that everything?" she asked Josephine, pointing to the boxes of
+jewelry on the table.</p>
+
+<p>"Oui, Madame! All except those in the safe deposit vault, Madame."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes&mdash;I'll give you an order. You will go for them," said her
+mistress, going to a desk.</p>
+
+<p>"Oui, Madame."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia was just writing the order on the Safe Deposit Company when
+there came a knock on the boudoir door. The maid went to answer.</p>
+
+<p>"Shall I open, Madame?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>The girl opened the door and Fanny entered, fresh and buoyant after a
+good night's sleep.</p>
+
+<p>"Good morning!" exclaimed the newcomer cheerfully.</p>
+
+<p>"Good morning, dear," replied Virginia quietly as she finished the
+note and put it in an envelope. Handing it to Josephine, she said
+quietly: "Give that to John."</p>
+
+<p>"Oui, Madame."</p>
+
+<p>The girl took the note and left the room. Fanny looked inquiringly at
+her sister. There was something in her manner which she did not like.
+At last she said hesitatingly:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm so sorry about last night, dear."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't, please!" said Virginia, quickly raising her hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Have you seen him this morning?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Then you don't know how he is?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, I do."</p>
+
+<p>"How do you know?"</p>
+
+<p>"Previous experience," said Virginia bitterly.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny took both her sister's hands in hers and gently drew her to her
+breast as a mother, full of gentle pity, would caress and console an
+unhappy child. For a moment Virginia tried to keep back the flood of
+tears that were choking her utterance, but the effort was too great
+and suddenly, with a stifled moan of distress, she broke into a
+torrent of passionate weeping.</p>
+
+<p>Her sister made no attempt to quiet her. She felt it would be useless.
+All she did was to stroke her beautiful hair and murmur:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't cry, dear, everything will be all right."</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center"><img src="images/image4.png" alt="&quot;I'm So Unhappy, Dear,&quot; Cried Virginia."></p>
+<p style="text-align: center">"I'm So Unhappy, Dear," Cried Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>In broken sentences, interrupted every now and then by renewed
+weeping, Virginia cried:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm so unhappy&mdash;dear&mdash;so unhappy&mdash;you will never know. This thing is
+not of yesterday&mdash;I've endured it so long&mdash;until I could stand it no
+longer. He despises me&mdash;he said he did. He bought me&mdash;and paid for me.
+How can he have anything but contempt for me?"</p>
+
+<p>"What did he do or say?" demanded Fanny, at a loss what to advise.
+"What does he say this morning? Have you spoken to him?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia, more calm, shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;I've scarcely exchanged a word with him. He can't definitely
+recall what he said or did, but he is thoroughly repentant and
+ashamed."</p>
+
+<p>"That's something anyway," said Fanny encouragingly.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shook her head. Doubtfully she asked:</p>
+
+<p>"Is it&mdash;when it gives no guarantee for the future?"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny was silent. There are some crises in a woman's life when even a
+sister cannot advise, when a woman must decide for herself. Slowly she
+said:  "But after all's said and done, dear&mdash;he is your husband and
+that makes everything right, doesn't it?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," retorted Virginia bitterly, "it merely makes it legal."</p>
+
+<p>"Legal?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, lecherous old men of eighty marry girls in their teens&mdash;but does
+that make their relations right? Avaricious young men in their
+twenties marry women in their fifties. Does marriage make their
+relations right? In some States white women can marry black men&mdash;marry
+them just as properly as you and I are married&mdash;but does marriage make
+their relations right? No, marriage merely makes them legal."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you mean to tell me that if a woman has a marriage certificate&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Precisely. She has documentary evidence that she is lawfully entitled
+to live with a man&mdash;that's all. A marriage certificate has nothing to
+do with the morality of marriage! Nothing!"</p>
+
+<p>"Then what has?"</p>
+
+<p>"Love&mdash;and self-respect," said Virginia. "The legal thing isn't always
+the right thing, and if I am ever forced to choose between what is
+legal and what is right I shall choose what is right."</p>
+
+<p>"Are you going to do&mdash;anything?"</p>
+
+<p>"What can I do?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know," stammered Fanny. She was rather afraid of her
+impulsive little sister. She might do something rash&mdash;something that
+would hurt them all. Anxiously she said:</p>
+
+<p>"And yet I feel that you are going to do something. Aren't you?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia made no reply and she repeated:</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me&mdash;whatever it is&mdash;promise that you won't do anything rash."</p>
+
+<p>"I can promise that freely enough," replied Virginia with a sad smile.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm so glad!" exclaimed Fanny with a gesture of relief and starting
+forward to embrace her sister.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia raised her hand. Quickly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"And you&mdash;you too, must promise me something."</p>
+
+<p>"What?"</p>
+
+<p>"Promise me whatever happens, that you will never tell Jimmie
+about&mdash;Robert&mdash;and me."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well."</p>
+
+<p>"If you do, I shall never forgive you! Never!"</p>
+
+<p>"I won't."</p>
+
+<p>"Whatever happens&mdash;remember!"</p>
+
+<p>"Then something is going to happen?" demanded Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"That depends," said Virginia evasively.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I'm so worried!" exclaimed Fanny. "I couldn't sleep last night
+for thinking about you. I was so nervous that I kept James awake too.
+I'm glad you're not going to do anything rash."</p>
+
+<p>Before Virginia could reply there came a loud knock at the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Come in!" cried Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>The door opened and Jimmie entered, cheerful and debonair as usual.</p>
+
+<p>"Morning, Virgie!" he chuckled.</p>
+
+<p>"Good morning," she replied gravely.</p>
+
+<p>"Just dropped in to say good-bye before I hike along."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad you did," she smiled amiably.</p>
+
+<p>"We've had a bully little visit." Turning to his wife, he said:
+"Haven't we, Fanny?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, indeed," she smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Great finish too," he chuckled, "what with my raise and the car."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, isn't that fine?" chimed in his wife.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope it's a late model," he went on, scratching his head. "I hate
+those old-fashioned things!"</p>
+
+<p>"I'll be satisfied with any kind of a car," laughed Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"So will I&mdash;in a way," he said. "But I hate folks to think I'm not up
+to date." Turning to Virginia he added: "If Robert's ready we can go
+down together. Is he?"</p>
+
+<p>Shaking her head, she said quietly:</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think so."</p>
+
+<p>He laughed loudly.</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't expect he would be after last night's illumination! He was
+'full' all right&mdash;circuited from tower to basement! On the level, he
+was so lit up that if every light on his machine had gone out the cops
+couldn't have said a word!"</p>
+
+<p>"James! Keep still!" whispered his wife, giving her sister a
+significant glance.</p>
+
+<p>"Why?" he exclaimed surprised. "Is there anything criminal in a man
+getting tanked up once in a while?"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny colored with vexation. Angrily she said: "Take my advice&mdash;don't
+you ever try it!"</p>
+
+<p>"And if I should," he demanded defiantly, "what can you do about it?"</p>
+
+<p>"The husband's unanswerable question," smiled Virginia sadly, "what
+can you do about it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Sure! What can you?" he repeated.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll tell you what I'd do," cried Fanny, warming up. "I'd leave you
+at once."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia started and looked thoughtfully at her sister, as if her
+words but echoed a determination that was in her own heart.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, you would!" he sneered.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I would," she cried hotly. "I wouldn't stand for any drunken
+husband. I'd leave him so quick that&mdash;that&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She stopped abruptly, realizing what her words meant to one very dear
+to her. Virginia said nothing, but rising, walked to the other side of
+the room.</p>
+
+<p>"That what?" demanded Jimmie.</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing!" replied his wife crossly.</p>
+
+<p>"You needn't worry, anyway," he continued, "I just can't stand the
+stuff. Give me three drinks and next morning my head's full of Roman
+candles. Huh! Not for mine, thank you!"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad of it," said Fanny, with a sigh of relief.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie chuckled. With a side glance at his sister-in-law he exclaimed
+in an undertone: "Gee! But I'd like to be here when he comes in. I
+wonder what he'll say."</p>
+
+<p>"He won't remember anything about it."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, that's the kind, is it&mdash;one of those convenient, witness stand,
+I-have-no-recollection things, eh! Well, you take it from me, that's
+the best kind to have. You can agree to any old thing and not remember
+it, you can make all kinds of promises and then forget 'em. You
+can&mdash;Say!"</p>
+
+<p>The young man suddenly gasped and turned pale. Fanny, alarmed, started
+forward, thinking he was ill.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the matter?" she exclaimed, anxiously.</p>
+
+<p>"Good Lord!" he cried, "suppose he should forget about my raise!"</p>
+
+<p>Reassured, his wife laughed nervously. Crossly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"How you frightened me!" Quickly she said: "Oh, Robert won't forget
+about that."</p>
+
+<p>A determined, defiant expression came into her husband's face as he
+went on:</p>
+
+<p>"You can just bet he won't while I have the power of speech. He won't
+come that 'I&mdash;can't&mdash;recall' gag on me."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not," said Fanny soothingly.</p>
+
+<p>Anxiously he continued:</p>
+
+<p>"I've calculated exactly what I'd do with that extra fifty. I reckoned
+that after we'd paid the chauffeur and for the gasoline and things
+we'd have about twenty left, so I figured we'd be able to leave a
+Hundred and Fortieth Street and move down town to a Hundred and
+Twenty-fifth. Then I'd pictured old McLoughlin's face when he'd heard
+I'd got another raise and what he'd look like every morning when I
+drove to the office in my own car. And I'd picked out the places we'd
+go to for the next four Sundays&mdash;yes, and a lot of other things too."</p>
+
+<p>"How did you find the time?"</p>
+
+<p>"I had plenty of time last night, after we went to bed and you kept me
+awake by doing your grand combined kicking and contortion act. You
+take it from me&mdash;every time you get one of your restless fits, you
+smash all world's records for landing sudden and violent kicks in
+unexpected places."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny laughed good-humoredly.</p>
+
+<p>"Can I help it if I'm a little nervous once in a while?" she said.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not, and I don't blame you for it, but that doesn't give me
+back my sleep, does it?" Taking out his watch he added: "I've got to
+skin. I'll be a bit late as it is and McLoughlin's sure to be there
+waiting for me with a few pleasant words."</p>
+
+<p>He stooped to kiss his wife.</p>
+
+<p>"Good-bye, dear!" he said. "Get home early so as to be sure the
+dinner's all right, won't you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear."</p>
+
+<p>Hurriedly he went on:</p>
+
+<p>"If it's O.K. about the car, have Virgie's chauffeur drive you home
+and leave it in front of the building where the neighbors can get a
+peek at it. I'll arrange about the garage when I get back."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well."</p>
+
+<p>Waving his hand, he made his way toward the door:</p>
+
+<p>"Then good-bye. If we don't get that machine now after it being
+promised to us, after all the figuring I've done on it, it'll be hell,
+that's what it'll be&mdash;just hell!"</p>
+
+<p>He disappeared and Fanny rose from her seat to go in search of her
+sister. She looked for her in the adjoining room but she was not
+there. Wondering where she could be, she went out into the hall and
+called:</p>
+
+<p>"Virgie&mdash;Virgie!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia entered from the bedroom where she had been busy packing some
+things. Running up to her, Fanny said quickly:</p>
+
+<p>"You know I didn't mean what I said about leaving him."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked steadily at her without answering. There was a
+moment's pause during which each sister looked at the other, as if
+trying to read her most secret thoughts. Finally, the younger one
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"You didn't really?"</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;honest, I didn't. I don't think I could leave him, no matter what
+he did. I love him! And you love Robert, don't you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, a woman couldn't deliberately leave the man she loves, could
+she?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia made no reply and, anxiously, Fanny demanded again.</p>
+
+<p>"Could she?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia nodded. Slowly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"I think a woman might&mdash;and be justified in it."</p>
+
+<p>"Even if she loved him?"</p>
+
+<p>"No matter how much she loved him."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny was about to protest when there came a knock at the door, and
+Josephine entered, laden with jewel boxes of all sorts and sizes.</p>
+
+<p>"These are all but the ruby cross, Madame. That is at the jeweller's.
+John showed me the receipt for it."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I remember," said Virginia hurriedly.</p>
+
+<p>The girl placed the boxes on the table near the other jewels.</p>
+
+<p>"Aren't they beautiful!" exclaimed Fanny enthusiastically. Quickly she
+asked: "Which is your favorite?"</p>
+
+<p>"The pearls," replied Virginia quietly.</p>
+
+<p>Going to the table, the elder sister opened some of the boxes and took
+the jewels in her hand admiringly.</p>
+
+<p>"They must have cost a fortune!" she went on ecstatically. "This is
+the first time I've seen them together. They're simply great!"</p>
+
+<p>Josephine turned to address her mistress.</p>
+
+<p>"Will Madame go out this morning?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia nodded.</p>
+
+<p>"Probably."</p>
+
+<p>"What furs will Madame wear?"</p>
+
+<p>"None. Bring my cloth coat and the hat that goes with it."</p>
+
+<p>"Oui, Madame."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny was still standing spellbound before the table, feasting her
+eyes on the valuable collection of costly gems.</p>
+
+<p>"If these were mine," she went on enthusiastically, "I'd have them out
+and count 'em up every day. They'd have no chance to get away from me!
+My, but they're stunning! Robert's very good to you, isn't he?"</p>
+
+<p>"Very," replied her sister dryly.</p>
+
+<p>Picking up a diamond solitaire ring and examining it, Fanny asked:</p>
+
+<p>"This was his first present, wasn't it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you remember how scared we both were that somebody might break
+into the room and steal it and how we used to hide it under the
+mattress every night and take it out again when we got up?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia nodded. With averted face she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;I remember."</p>
+
+<p>"And the morning we were in a hurry and forgot it till we were on the
+car! I can see you now, reaching for the bell and then getting off the
+wrong way. And how you did run! If you had gone in the ladies' race at
+the Shipping Clerks' Annual Picnic and had run as fast as that, you'd
+have won the genuine tortoise-shell side combs sure!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia smiled in spite of herself. Quietly she replied:</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose I was excited. It was the first piece of real jewelry I had
+ever owned."</p>
+
+<p>"And now see what you've got!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia remained silent and her sister opened another box. Taking out
+a superb necklace of pearls, she held it up admiringly.</p>
+
+<p>"This was his wedding present! I remember you tried it on at least
+fifty times the first night you had it! I did the same with Jimmie's.
+It was a horse-shoe&mdash;that big!&mdash;of near-diamonds. I never wear it now,
+but I wouldn't part with it for the world."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie's a pretty good husband, isn't he?" she said.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, indeed. He's stubborn at times&mdash;and cranky&mdash;and selfish&mdash;and
+wants everything his own way, but he's pretty good as husbands go! And
+then&mdash;we've got the baby."</p>
+
+<p>At that moment Josephine re-entered with the coat and hat which she
+put down on a chair near the dressing table.</p>
+
+<p>"Anything else, Madame?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, Josephine, you needn't wait."</p>
+
+<p>"Oui, Madame."</p>
+
+<p>When the girl had left the room Fanny said:</p>
+
+<p>"Josie's an awfully nice girl. Where did you get her?"</p>
+
+<p>Before her sister could answer the question the door opened and the
+master of the house entered.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_18"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XVII</h2>
+
+<p>Stafford smiled pleasantly when he saw the two women and only a close
+observer would have noticed that his greeting lacked its customary
+spontaneity and heartiness. He at once made himself particularly
+agreeable to Fanny; but, while he chatted and laughed with his
+sister-in-law, anyone could see that he studiously avoided addressing
+his wife directly or even meeting her eye. To one who knew him well,
+his manner would have seemed unusually nervous and embarrassed.</p>
+
+<p>The truth was that Robert Stafford felt very much of a fool. If he did
+not dare look Virginia in the face this morning it was because he was
+heartily ashamed of himself. He had only a faint recollection of what
+had happened the previous evening, but Virginia's coolness at
+breakfast had told him enough. It hurt his pride to think that he, who
+prided himself on being able to control thousands of workmen, failed
+utterly when it came to a question of controlling himself. That
+Virginia resented his conduct of the night before was very apparent.
+She was deeply offended and no doubt hated him. What would she do?
+Would this little domestic storm blow over as the others had done
+before or would there be a tremendous row, ending in no one knew what?
+The best plan was to appear as unconcerned as possible and leave
+matters to shape themselves. Looking round he asked:</p>
+
+<p>"Has Jimmie gone?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes!" replied Fanny. Quickly she added: "He was a little bit worried
+though because&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Worried&mdash;why?" he demanded.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, nothing!"</p>
+
+<p>The millionaire looked searchingly at his sister-in-law. Imperatively
+he demanded:</p>
+
+<p>"Why was he worried? Tell me&mdash;I insist!"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, he was afraid you might forget your promises."</p>
+
+<p>"Promises?"</p>
+
+<p>"Those you made last night."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford stared, as if trying to comprehend.</p>
+
+<p>"Promises! Oh, yes&mdash;of course!"</p>
+
+<p>"If you didn't really mean them&mdash;" went on Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"But I did," he interrupted hastily. "Most certainly I did," he
+stammered. He stopped for a moment as if trying to recollect and then
+went on: "I meant everything I said&mdash;but I don't quite remember what
+it was."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shrugged her shoulders. Caustically she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Part of it was a car which you promised to send to-day as a present
+for my little niece."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford's face brightened. If liberality could make amends for the
+night before he was willing to do anything.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course!" he exclaimed quickly. "She's been looking rather pale and
+I wanted her to get out in the open more. Fine! I'll arrange about it
+before I leave!"</p>
+
+<p>"And you raised James' salary fifty dollars a week," said Fanny
+timidly.</p>
+
+<p>"Naturally! Naturally!" he exclaimed, "to pay for the chauffeur and
+the upkeep. If I increase Jimmie's expenses, it's only fair that I
+should fix his salary so that he can meet them."</p>
+
+<p>His sister-in-law went up to him. Eagerly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Then you did mean it really? It wasn't only a&mdash;a&mdash;I mean you didn't
+do it just because you were&mdash;you were&mdash;well&mdash;you did?"</p>
+
+<p>He nodded and with a smile he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"I made up my mind about it early in the week, but I told you a little
+sooner than I expected&mdash;that's all."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny's face was radiant with happiness.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Robert," she cried, "it's just lovely of you! You don't know how
+much we shall enjoy it."</p>
+
+<p>"Is that all I promised?" he laughed. "I didn't agree to make Jimmie
+superintendent or anything?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, that was all. It was enough, too."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford turned to his wife.</p>
+
+<p>"Dearie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she answered coldly.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you mind 'phoning for Oku to bring some ice-water?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not at all."</p>
+
+<p>Going to the 'phone on the wall, she took off the receiver and spoke
+into it.</p>
+
+<p>"Hello! Have Oku bring some ice-water."</p>
+
+<p>"I've got a terrible headache," he went on. "The man who drinks too
+much is a fool&mdash;" Looking towards Virginia, who stood silently by,
+he added:</p>
+
+<p>"You don't have to say anything&mdash;I know you agree with me. And quite
+right too! I'm ashamed of myself."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny discreetly went towards the door.</p>
+
+<p>"I&mdash;I think I'll go," she said timidly.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't go," he pleaded. "Please stay awhile and give me your moral
+support." Glancing at his wife, he added ruefully: "I feel that I'm
+going to need it."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny halted and at that moment there was a knock at the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Come in," said Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>Oku entered with a pitcher o£ ice water and glasses. Salaaming low, he
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"Excuse&mdash;please, Excuse!"</p>
+
+<p>The butler filled a glass and offered it to Virginia, but she shook
+her head. He then offered it to Fanny, who also declined.</p>
+
+<p>"Not them," smiled Stafford, "me!"</p>
+
+<p>Draining the glass he handed it back.</p>
+
+<p>"Anything else?" asked the man politely.</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Then excuse, please! Excuse."</p>
+
+<p>The butler apologetically picked up his tray and started to go when
+his master stopped him.</p>
+
+<p>"Here!"</p>
+
+<p>Oku stopped, and his master made a sign to him to put the tray and
+ice-water on the table again.</p>
+
+<p>"You want me leave water?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes!"</p>
+
+<p>The butler placed the tray on the table.</p>
+
+<p>"Anything else, sir?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Then excuse, please! Excuse!"</p>
+
+<p>Oku withdrew and Fanny approached her sister, who was seated at the
+window idly gazing into the street. Stafford rose and joined them.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, dear?" he stammered nervously.</p>
+
+<p>"Now I&mdash;I must go!" exclaimed Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"Please!" pleaded Stafford, motioning her not to desert him.</p>
+
+<p>"But the baby," exclaimed his sister-in-law.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, come!" he laughed. "Don't desert a comrade in distress."</p>
+
+<p>"But she might need me&mdash;really she might. So&mdash;excuse me."</p>
+
+<p>She hurried away and for some minutes after she had gone there was
+complete silence. Virginia made no movement and Stafford, afraid to
+begin talking, contented himself by watching her. At last, unable to
+keep up the artificial restraint any longer he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Dearie, before you say a word I want to tell you that I'm sorry for
+the condition I was in when I came home last night. I'm dreadfully
+sorry, and ashamed&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She did not turn round and for a moment she made no reply. He thought
+she had not heard. Then, coldly, she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know what you said to me?"</p>
+
+<p>He advanced closer and, in the most apologetic manner possible, went
+on:</p>
+
+<p>"Sweetheart, I was drunk last night and I'm sorry. I'm ashamed&mdash;and I
+apologize! I've got a dreadful head this morning and I'm as nervous as
+I can be! So don't bother me any more than you have to, will you,
+dearie? Be nice to me this morning. Come on now, dearie, be nice to
+me!"</p>
+
+<p>She rose from her chair and confronted him. Her face was pale and
+determined looking. There was no love in it now, nothing but the
+expression of a woman who had been hurt in her most sensitive
+feelings. Slowly, deliberately, in tones that cut him like a knife,
+she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Last night you said that you had <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">bought and paid for me</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>"But I've explained, haven't I?" he protested. "I've said that I'm
+ashamed, and I've apologized. Can I do any more? You don't know how
+nervous I am to-day&mdash;nor how I feel! I can't stand these rackets like
+I used to. Be a dear, good, sweet, little girl and don't scold me.
+Please dearie, please!"</p>
+
+<p>"You said that you had <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">bought</span> and <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">paid</span> for me!" she
+repeated icily, with emphasis on the last words.</p>
+
+<p>"But, sweetheart&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Bitterly she went on:</p>
+
+<p>"It isn't the first time you have said it either. And the dreadful
+thing about it is&mdash;that it's true!"</p>
+
+<p>"But it isn't true," he protested.</p>
+
+<p>She half turned away from him, unwilling that he should see the tears
+that had started to her eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;it is true enough," she said half hysterically. "If you hadn't
+been rich&mdash;I should not have married you&mdash;because I didn't feel
+towards you&mdash;then&mdash;as a girl should feel towards the man she is to
+marry."</p>
+
+<p>"Virginia!" he cried, making a stride forward.</p>
+
+<p>She drew back as she replied coldly:</p>
+
+<p>"You know it, and last night you told me of it."</p>
+
+<p>"But last night&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"And so the fact remains that you did buy me!" Pointing to the boxes
+of jewels heaped high on the table, she went on: "And these are the
+things you bought me with! These are the things you bought me with&mdash;I
+give them all back to you!"</p>
+
+<p>"Virginia!" he cried appealingly.</p>
+
+<p>Calmly she went on:</p>
+
+<p>"You bought me, but you didn't buy my self-respect. And no matter what
+happens I am going to keep that."</p>
+
+<p>"It's the last thing in the world that I'd have you lose," he said
+with some show of emotion.</p>
+
+<p>"Then why do you try to rob me of it? Why did you come to me&mdash;as you
+did last night&mdash;and insult and degrade me?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm sorry, dear."</p>
+
+<p>"So you have told me before! And I've cried&mdash;and suffered&mdash;and
+forgiven you&mdash;and prayed that it would never happen again. And now,
+dear, I'm not going to cry any more, and it won't happen again."</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her inquiringly&mdash;almost apprehensively.</p>
+
+<p>"You&mdash;mean?" he stammered.  She sank into a chair a little distance
+from him. The tears had disappeared from her eyes. She had recovered
+her self-possession. It was only a matter of business which they had
+to discuss now. Calmly she continued:</p>
+
+<p>"I mean that we have got to have a definite and explicit
+understanding. I refuse to remain in a position where you can
+humiliate me as you have done. What must I think of myself if I do? I
+ask you, Robert, what must I think of myself?" He said nothing and
+after a short pause she went on: "A good woman must retain her respect
+for herself&mdash;she must know in her heart that she is sweet and fine; if
+she doesn't what is there left for her? There are just two ways in
+which I can keep my self respect&mdash;and I'm going to keep it&mdash;two and
+only two. One is this&mdash;you must promise me now that you will never
+touch drink again."</p>
+
+<p>He was silent for a moment as if weighing the exact meaning of her
+words and their significance; then gravely he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not sure that I could keep such a promise. I'll agree though to
+try&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>"No, dear&mdash;that won't do. How many times already have you agreed to
+try and how many times have you failed? You can stop if you wish. You
+are not a weakling. You're a big man, a strong man. You can stop if
+you wish and you must promise me that you will or&mdash;I&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Or what?" he demanded.</p>
+
+<p>"Or I shall take the only other course open to me and&mdash;leave you."</p>
+
+<p>"Leave me!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her curiously as if trying to see if she really meant
+what she said. He could hardly believe that she was serious. Rising,
+he went towards her, and bending over her said gravely:</p>
+
+<p>"Let me get this straight. You say I must promise that I will never
+take another drink or you'll leave me. Is that it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Your mind is made up?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Then it's an ultimatum?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"And you want an answer here and now?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well, then, you shall have it. I won't promise."</p>
+
+<p>His answer came upon her like a shock. She Had expected that he would
+agree to anything, but he actually defied her.</p>
+
+<p>"Robert!" she cried despairingly.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't be driven and I won't be bullied," he said doggedly. "No man,
+by holding a revolver to my head, can force me to do anything I don't
+want to do, nor can any woman either&mdash;not even you."</p>
+
+<p>As he spoke, her face grew a little paler, the lines about her mouth
+deepened. If that was the way he chose to look upon their relations,
+the sooner the end came the better.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," she said coldly.</p>
+
+<p>She had turned as if to go to her room when he again spoke:</p>
+
+<p>"Besides, there has to be a head of every family Just as there had to
+be a head of every business, and so long as I have any family I am
+going to be the head of it! If I had a partner and he came to me and
+said 'Do this thing or I quit you,' whether the thing was right or
+wrong, I'd say, 'Go ahead. Quit.' Because if I didn't, from that
+moment on, he, not I, would be the boss! So it is with us."</p>
+
+<p>"Then I&mdash;am to&mdash;go," she said slowly.</p>
+
+<p>"That is for you to say. But if you do go, remember that it is of your
+own volition. I want you to stay&mdash;you understand?"</p>
+
+<p>She made no answer and he went on:</p>
+
+<p>"One thing is certain. You can't think very much of me, or you
+couldn't even think of leaving me like this&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"It is because I do love you," she cried hysterically, "that I must
+leave you. You don't understand that now but, oh! how I hope that some
+day you will. Good-bye!"</p>
+
+<p>She went toward the dressing table as if to get her hat and coat. He
+halted her with a gesture.</p>
+
+<p>"Just a minute, dear."</p>
+
+<p>She stopped.</p>
+
+<p>"Well?"</p>
+
+<p>Approaching her, he said kindly:</p>
+
+<p>"You are doing a very foolish thing."</p>
+
+<p>She shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm doing the right thing."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think so. Aside from marrying her husband, leaving him is the
+most serious step a woman can take. Serious steps should be given
+great consideration."</p>
+
+<p>"I have considered this," she replied gravely.</p>
+
+<p>"But not enough."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, I have."</p>
+
+<p>"In the first place you know that since you came into my life I
+haven't given any other woman even a thought. You know that, don't
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"In the next place you are leaving me! I am not leaving you. My home
+is still open to you and I want you for my wife&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He stopped and looked at her as if expecting her to say something, but
+she was silent and he went on:</p>
+
+<p>"Of course under any circumstances I shall see you are well provided
+for."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia made a gesture of dissent.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no!" she cried.</p>
+
+<p>"You mean that you wouldn't take-any allowance?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes! I came to you with nothing&mdash;that is what I'll take away."</p>
+
+<p>"Now do be a sensible little woman," he said coaxingly. "If you won't
+take anything from me, where are you to go, what are you to do?"</p>
+
+<p>"You seem to forget that I managed to live before I met you!"</p>
+
+<p>"You would try to do as you did then?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why not?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because it's impossible&mdash;absolutely impossible."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think so."</p>
+
+<p>He made an impatient gesture as if any such action were unthinkable.</p>
+
+<p>"Come now, dearie, get all such foolish thoughts out of your head. The
+idea is absurd, ridiculous."</p>
+
+<p>"Why?" she demanded.</p>
+
+<p>"Among other reasons is the fact that I wouldn't let you."</p>
+
+<p>"How can you prevent me? You can't keep me a prisoner here and you
+can't force me to take your money unless I wish to take it. You see?"</p>
+
+<p>"The idea is preposterous, I tell you. You couldn't voluntarily go
+back and live as you did before. It isn't in human nature."</p>
+
+<p>"I can try."</p>
+
+<p>"And if you do, you'll fail. And I'll tell you why! When we met you
+were earning ten or twelve dollars a week."</p>
+
+<p>"Ten," she corrected.</p>
+
+<p>"On that you had to live and provide yourself with everything. You had
+a little room in Harlem and used to hang on to a strap every morning
+and night when you went to and from your work."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"And now you've had the touring car in the summer and the limousine in
+the winter; when the weather was cold you had your furs, when it was
+warm you had the yacht! Since we were married you have had every
+luxury that money could give and luxury gets in the blood, my dear.
+Luxury gets in the blood! It's got into mine! Could I, of my own free
+will, go back and live as I used to live and be satisfied? Certainly
+not! No more can you!"</p>
+
+<p>"I can try," she said doggedly.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't try," he pleaded. "Please don't! You're a dear, fine, sensible,
+high-minded little woman, but you weren't made to fight against such
+odds, and if you try it you'll fail. It's inevitable."</p>
+
+<p>"Just the same I'm going to try it."</p>
+
+<p>Her words were final. There was no recalling them. She was determined
+upon a separation. So be it, he thought to himself. He was as proud,
+as obstinate as she was. If she insisted on leaving him, he would not
+argue with her any longer. Sternly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Then mark my words&mdash;you'll either send for me or you'll come back to
+me."</p>
+
+<p>"I won't, I tell you!" she retorted with spirit.</p>
+
+<p>"That's what you think now."</p>
+
+<p>"And it's what I shall always think!" she cried. "Send for you after
+last night? Come back to you and these same conditions? Never! Never!"</p>
+
+<p>Once more he softened. He could not forget in a moment's anger what
+they had been to each other. Appealingly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Listen to me for just a minute, dear. You don't realize what you are
+undertaking. You don't know what you propose to do. Please, please
+don't do anything that is going to bring you so much misery and
+unhappiness. Think it over a little while and then perhaps&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"My mind is made up," she said firmly.</p>
+
+<p>Going to her dressing table, she picked up her hat and placed it on
+her head. Again he tried to dissuade her.</p>
+
+<p>"Dearie!"</p>
+
+<p>"I am quite decided, I tell you," she said firmly, putting on her hat.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't do it, Virginia, don't do it!" he cried. "Remember, if you
+leave me like this you will have to come to me or it will
+be&mdash;forever."</p>
+
+<p>"Then it will be forever!" she said decisively. "I won't be degraded
+and humiliated! I won't be told that I was bought and paid for! You've
+been able to say it up to now, but you'll never be able to say it
+again!" Pointing to the jewels she added: "There they are! I give them
+all back to you."</p>
+
+<p>She stopped and suddenly noticed the rings she was wearing. They,
+also, were a present from him. With a subdued exclamation she
+muttered:</p>
+
+<p>"I had almost forgotten these!"</p>
+
+<p>Taking the gems off her fingers one by one, she laid them on the table
+before him. Her wedding ring still remained on her finger. That she
+hesitated to remove. She looked from the ring to her husband and made
+a movement as if about to remove it. Stafford, in his distress, made a
+supplicating gesture.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't do that!" he cried</p>
+
+<p>"Why not?" she replied coldly. "Since it's to be forever, why not?"</p>
+
+<p>Taking off the wedding ring she placed it on the table with the others
+and left the room, closing the door behind her.</p>
+
+<p>After she had gone Stafford went to the table, picked up the ring and
+softly read the inscription to himself:</p>
+
+<p>"'<span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">From Robert to Virginia, with eternal love!'</span> Eternal love!"
+he echoed bitterly to himself. "What irony!"</p>
+
+<p>Slipping the ring into his pocket he stood for a time as if in deep
+thought. Then going to the telephone, he quickly unhooked the
+receiver.</p>
+
+<p>"Hello! Give me Madison, 74. Hurry! Hurry! Is this Burley's Detective
+Agency? Is Mr. Burley there? Oh, is that you, Burley? This is Robert
+Stafford. I want the best man you have to meet me at my office in half
+an hour. Yes&mdash;your very best. What? No, no! I don't want him to watch
+anyone; I want him to protect someone. In half an hour, remember."</p>
+
+<p>Replacing the telephone on the desk, he remained seated, and drawing
+from his pocket the wedding ring he gazed at it murmuring to himself:</p>
+
+<p>"With eternal love!"</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center"><img src="images/image5.png" alt="Taking Off The Wedding Ring, She Placed It On The Table"></p>
+<p style="text-align: center">Taking Off The Wedding Ring, She Placed It On The Table</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_19"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XVIII</h2>
+
+
+<p>For the next few days there was an atmosphere of gloom and depression
+at No.&mdash; Riverside Drive. Below stairs consternation reigned. No one
+knew exactly what had occurred, but that the relations between master
+and mistress were badly strained was plainly evident. Mrs. Stafford
+had driven hurriedly away in a taxicab without saying where she was
+going or when she would return, and Mr. Stafford, having locked
+himself in his room and denied himself to all callers, was in such an
+ugly mood that he was absolutely unapproachable. Never before had Oku
+seen his master in such a vicious temper. He had practically kicked
+him out when he had politely inquired how many would be home for
+dinner, and all that evening he heard him striding restlessly up and
+down like a caged lion, raging and fuming, and once it had sounded
+suspiciously to Oku as if his master might be weeping.</p>
+
+<p>The little Japanese butler not only felt hurt at such treatment after
+fifteen years of faithful service, but he was really concerned at the
+protracted and mysterious absence of his dear mistress. In the two
+years that Virginia had been at the head of the household she had
+endeared herself to all her dependents. Always courteous and
+considerate, never unreasonable or exacting, the servants literally
+worshipped her and as the days went by without the least sign of her
+coming back the general gloom deepened. In the evening, after the
+day's work was done, and all hands could sit in the kitchen and take
+things easy, the mistress' strange disappearance was the one topic of
+conversation. The cook, a stout, apoplectic-looking Irishwoman, spoke
+straight up: Her mistress, as nice a lady as she ever worked for, was
+smart enough to know her own mind and if she had left her husband
+there was a mighty good reason for it. The waitress, indignantly
+repudiating the insinuation that she made a practice of listening to
+table conversation as she passed the dishes, admitted that, having
+been provided by nature with ears, she could not help overhearing
+certain things. On the morning of Mrs. Stafford's departure, she had
+noticed a decided coolness at the breakfast table, and later when on
+going down stairs she had heard loud voices she had stopped to listen
+she had distinctly heard her mistress say: "Then I shall leave you!"
+This pointed clearly enough to a serious rupture, especially when
+Josephine, the French maid, told how, at her mistress' orders, she had
+taken from the safe all the boxes of jewelry and piled them up on the
+table where they still remained. Her candid opinion was that the
+master had been drinking again and that madame, disgusted at his
+behavior, had eloped with a tall, handsome stranger who had been seen
+loitering around the house. Oku scoffed at all this gossip. It was
+clear as daylight, he said. His master was tired of being married so
+long to the same woman, and as to madame, she also was weary of being
+married to the same man, so each had decided to try a little change,
+whereupon Lizzie, the second waitress&mdash;a buxom Irish girl who despised
+"furriners" in general and Japanese in particular&mdash;bid Oku hold his
+tongue and not jabber such heathenish nonsense.</p>
+
+<p>But if the situation was productive of much unconscious humor in
+servants' hall, it was different upstairs. To Robert Stafford it was
+all serious enough, a tragedy which had suddenly blasted his life, and
+night after night as he sat alone in the library, making a hollow
+pretence at work, forcing his mind on a book or newspaper when really
+his thoughts were miles away, he wondered how he could have been such
+a fool as to allow his happiness slip through his fingers.</p>
+
+<p>Now that Virginia was really gone, he realized what she had been to
+him and what he had lost. At the outset, he had taken it lightly,
+resentfully. He schooled himself to appear indifferent, afraid that he
+would be surrendering some of his pride if he displayed the slightest
+weakness. To himself he argued that if she chose to quarrel with him
+and disturb the harmony of their home on such a trivial pretext, he
+would be a poor weak fool to permit a woman to bully him and question
+rights which were of the very essence of his manhood. If she preferred
+to make a fuss and go her own way he could not prevent her. But when
+the door had closed behind her, when he saw that she was really in
+earnest, that she had been willing to give up all this comfort, all
+this luxury, to return to a precarious existence, a life of
+humiliation and self-denial, and all this for a mere matter of
+principle, he was startled.</p>
+
+<p>The railroad promoter had never troubled to think deeply on matters
+outside his material interests. Of religion, he had none, and he
+seldom stopped to consider the ethical side of a question. But all at
+once, as by a miracle, the scales fell from his eyes. In a sudden
+flash of illuminating reason he saw himself as he was&mdash;selfish,
+cynical, inconsiderate, brutal. He was astounded at finding himself
+compelled to admit the truth of these self-made charges. He did not
+mean to be all these things. At heart he was a good fellow. It was
+simply the fault of his training. He saw now the truth of what in his
+egotism and cynicism he had always scoffed at before, that some women
+are strong enough morally, brave enough physically to do anything,
+make any sacrifice for the sake of right. How unworthy he had proved
+himself of such a woman! What respect could she have left for him,
+what respect had he left for himself?</p>
+
+<p>And as the days went by without word from her and the full realization
+of what he had lost slowly came to him, he thought he would go mad
+from anxiety and remorse. He did not know where she had gone and his
+pride prevented him from communicating with her sister. James Gillie
+had handed in a haughty resignation the day following Virginia's
+departure, so there was no way of learning anything from that source,
+and the detective he had employed had thus far discovered nothing. She
+might be in difficulties, in actual want and would not ask assistance
+from sheer pride. The thought was maddening and for days Stafford,
+distraught, unable to attend to his affairs, remained in the house,
+hoping, half expecting, she would return until the uncertainty and
+continual disappointment nearly drove him insane. He could not eat; he
+could not sleep. His ears still rang with her reproaches, her stinging
+words of bitter denunciation. At night he would wake up suddenly in a
+cold sweat imagining he saw her standing at the bed, looking at him
+with her large, sorrowful eyes, full of tears and reproach.</p>
+
+<p>If he had never been sure of it before, he knew now that he loved her.
+Everything in the house, now she was gone, told him so. As he wandered
+aimlessly through the deserted rooms, and his glance fell on the
+corners and objects with which she was associated&mdash;the deep easy chair
+in the library in which she would bury herself for hours with an
+interesting book; her baby grand piano, still open with the sheets of
+music scattered about; her private chamber with the bed undisturbed,
+closets empty, furniture arranged in precise order, and already
+beginning to accumulate dust&mdash;he realized for the first time all that
+she had been to him. He had not married young like most men. She had
+come into his life when his habits and opinions were already formed.
+For that reason he had treated his wife like a child, to be petted and
+indulged, but who at no time must be permitted to assert her
+independence or interfere in any way with her husband's mode of
+living. But little by little, even without his being conscious of it,
+she had taken a larger place in his life. Gradually, she had made
+herself necessary to him, to his peace of mind, to his comfort. Not
+only did she fill the house with her youthful enthusiasm and girlish
+laughter, but when business cares weighed heavy on his shoulders and
+he came home tired, glad of someone to whom he could confide his
+troubles, he found in her the most sympathetic of listeners. In the
+evening she would sit at the piano and play for him his favorite
+music. Ah, how divinely she played the Schubert <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">Serenade</span>; its
+sad, mournful melody was even now ringing in his ears, perfectly
+attuned to his present mood. Insensate fool that he had been! He had
+enjoyed all this and yet had deemed it of such little value that he
+had spurned it and driven it away. This woman, his wife, who had
+brought sunshine into his life and home&mdash;this loyal, faithful
+comrade&mdash;he had insulted beyond all forgiveness. When it all came
+clear to him, he thought he would go mad.</p>
+
+<p>Ah, if she would only forgive him and come back! His first impulse was
+to go after her, humiliate himself, go on his knees if necessary, and
+beseech her to return. A dozen times he sat down and wrote her a
+letter, but they were never sent. His pride forbade it, and caused him
+to go about wearing a mask of indifference which he was far from
+feeling. No, he could not go after her. All through his life, he had
+prided himself on his strength of will. It was the keystone of his
+character, both in his relations with his workmen and also in his
+domestic life. If he were to weaken, no matter what the circumstances,
+after once taking a determined stand, he would forfeit not only the
+world's respect, but his own as well. He was as proud and self-willed
+as she. He had told her that he would never go to her unless she sent
+for him. If, therefore, she was as proud and determined as he was,
+they had said good-bye for ever. They would never see each other
+again. If she did not write, it was because she had tired of him and
+did not want to come back. Perhaps she had found someone for whom she
+cared more, and no doubt one of these days some lawyer would be
+serving him with papers in a separation or divorce suit. Thus, his
+brain conjuring up all kinds of possibilities, he began to nourish
+feelings of anger and resentment. Suppose he had been a little rough
+with her, it was far worse for her to abandon him and expose him to
+all kinds of slanderous rumors. Thus, steeling his heart, he tried to
+forget her.</p>
+
+<p>For a time he went back to his old style of life, leading again that
+easy-going, bohemian existence of his bachelor days. He plunged into
+gaieties and dissipations of every kind. He gambled freely, drank
+heavily and gave midnight champagne suppers enlivened by "appetizing"
+vaudeville, to prominent ladies of the demi-monde. Yet even these
+excesses could not drown the prickings of conscience. Sometimes, amid
+one of these nocturnal debauches, and while the drunken revelry was at
+its height, he would suddenly see Virginia's pale, thoughtful face.
+Her eyes, dimmed with tears, and full of reproach, would seem to be
+gazing at him questioningly, wonderingly, that he should have so
+degraded himself. With a cry of disgust, he would spring up from his
+chair and go back to his desolate home.</p>
+
+<p>Gradually the strain told upon him. He grew nervous and depressed. His
+physician warned him against working too hard.</p>
+
+<p>"It's the grave malady of our time," said the doctor, shaking his
+head. "All our successful men fall victims to it. It's this cursed
+race to get rich quick."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford shook his head. With a grim smile he said:</p>
+
+<p>"You are mistaken, doctor. My affairs were never in better shape. I'm
+ashamed to tell you what ails me. It's a schoolboy's complaint. I'm in
+love&mdash;for the first time in my life."</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_20"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XIX</h2>
+
+
+<p>"Mrs. Travers! Mr. Brown! Mr. Travers! Mr. Brown!"</p>
+
+<p>The hotel pages, smart-looking in their tight-fitting uniforms with
+gold braid and buttons, hurried here and there, scurrying through the
+lobbies and drawing-rooms, calling out the names of guests who were
+wanted.</p>
+
+<p>It was five o'clock and the bustle at the hotel was at its height.
+Guests were constantly arriving from train and steamer; others were
+departing, tipping their way out royally. Porters, their backs bent
+under the weight of heavy baggage, and waiters, their trays heaped up
+with silver dishes, pushed unceremoniously through the crowd. Women,
+fashionably gowned, were promenading the halls, or sipping tea in the
+palm garden; others sat in little groups watching the animated scene.
+Men of all conditions&mdash;preachers, actors, politicians, gamblers&mdash;stood
+in the lobbies, chatting and smoking, blocking the way so that it was
+almost impossible to pass. From the open doors of the brilliantly
+illuminated café came the noise and laughter of popping corks, the
+metallic ring of money, and the sound of men's voices in dispute. In
+another corner was heard the click of telegraph instruments and the
+industrious, perpetual rattle of typewriters. At the front entrance a
+doorman, resplendent in gold lace, was having a heated altercation
+with an obstreperous cabman. The desk was literally besieged by a
+pushing, unmannerly mob of persons, each of whom wanted to be waited
+on before the other, while haughty clerks, moving about with languid
+grace, tried to satisfy requests of every conceivable kind. There was
+nothing extraordinary in this apparent commotion. It suggested
+pandemonium; it was really only a rather dull and uneventful day in
+the ordinary routine of a big metropolitan hotel.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia sat back in her chair and stretched herself. Every bone in
+her body ached. She had worked steadily since 8 o'clock that morning,
+with only a brief respite for lunch, and the fatigue was beginning to
+tell upon her. Formerly she could have done twice as much without
+feeling it, but since her marriage she had gotten out of the way of
+it. Her muscles were stiff; her recent luxurious mode of living had
+unfitted her for the strenuous life she used to lead. She had regained
+her independence, but it had not been without a bitter struggle.</p>
+
+<p>It was a great shock to Fanny when her sister walked in on her that
+afternoon now some three months ago and quietly told her that she had
+left Robert for good. At first the elder sister laughed, not believing
+it, and then, when she saw by Virginia's face that it was only too
+true, she broke down and cried. They fell into each others' arms and
+wept together, just as they had done many times before when they were
+children.</p>
+
+<p>When they were somewhat calmer she had told Fanny everything, keeping
+nothing from her, and declaring her intention to go back to the hotel,
+if she could get the position, and earn her own livelihood again.
+Seeing that it was useless, Fanny did not attempt to dissuade her. On
+the contrary, now she was acquainted with all the facts in the case,
+she was indignant herself and gave her sister credit for displaying so
+much spirit. Of course, it meant a serious pecuniary loss to them all.
+Jimmie could not possibly remain in his position, in view of this
+rupture; he would resign his lucrative job and they would be compelled
+to go back to the days when they struggled along on fourteen dollars a
+week. It was hard, but better that, she told Virginia with an
+affectionate hug, than that millionaires should go around thinking
+they could buy and sell women like so many cattle.</p>
+
+<p>So everything was quickly settled. Virginia, of course, would live
+henceforth with them. She applied for her old position at the hotel,
+and after some delay secured it. This was a great relief to her, for
+she would never have consented to being a burden on her sister and it
+assured her a competence as long as she chose to stay.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie, much to his disgust, handed in his resignation, which was
+accepted more promptly than he had secretly hoped, the flat in One
+Hundred and Fortieth street was given up and the Gillies moved into
+one a little less pretentious, but more in keeping with their
+curtailed income. A job of some kind to keep the kettle boiling was
+very necessary, so Jimmie reluctantly applied for his old job and
+became once more a $14 a week shipping clerk. This however was a
+temporary makeshift, he protested. He was chock full of good ideas,
+and now he was rid of Stafford, who he claimed, had really paralyzed
+his efforts, he would be able to give free rein to his inventive
+genius. Fanny listened patiently. By this time she had few illusions
+left concerning her husband's chances of success in life. All she
+asked was that they should get along respectably and happily.</p>
+
+<p>So the time had passed. It was now three months since Virginia had
+left her husband, and in all that time she had made no attempt to
+communicate with him. She had no desire to do so. If, sometimes, she
+had a secret yearning, if she sometimes hoped that he would miss her
+and come and fetch her back, she stifled it instantly. The very fact
+that he had made no attempt to come after her, showed plainly enough
+that he had never really cared for her. She thanked God that they had
+had no children. At least she was spared the torture of having brought
+unhappiness on innocent heads. At times she saw his name mentioned in
+the newspapers, and she smiled bitterly when she read accounts of
+sensational supper parties, scandalous proceedings which had attracted
+the attention of the public in which he had figured prominently. That
+was the kind of life he liked, the only kind he knew. How could she
+ever have dreamed that he was a man who would make her a good husband?</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Brown! Mr. Robinson! Mr. Brown! Mr. Robinson!"</p>
+
+<p>The monotonous, shrill voices of the pages as they wearily made their
+rounds calling out the names of invisible guests, the orders of clerks
+and doormen, the chattering and laughing of the people as they passed
+and re-passed up and down the corridors made a perfect babel of
+conflicting sound. The afternoon was now well advanced. The crowds had
+begun to dispense. There was more breathing space in the passages. For
+the time being the rush was over and Virginia sat back in her chair,
+glad of a moment's respite after the busy day. She saw nothing and
+heard nothing of the commotion all around her. The noise and the
+crowds in the hotel lobby did not exist for her. Her thoughts, in
+spite of herself, were far away, with the man who before God's altar
+had solemnly promised to shield and protect her, and then permitted
+her to go out alone in the cold, unsympathetic world to earn her own
+living as best she could, without even making an effort to find how or
+where she was. With all his faults, she had always thought Robert
+kind-hearted. Why, then, should he have treated her in this cruel,
+heartless, indifferent manner? A man's voice suddenly aroused her from
+her words. In a cold, business-like tone it said:</p>
+
+<p>"Are you busy? I have some letters to dictate."</p>
+
+<p>Instantly aroused to a sense of her duties, Virginia sat up with a
+start. Without looking up, accustomed to be at the beck and call of
+the first stranger who came along, she said wearily:</p>
+
+<p>"No, I'm not busy. I'll take the dictation."</p>
+
+<p>The newcomer sat down at her desk. Virginia slipped a piece of paper
+into her machine and was ready to begin. Suddenly the man uttered an
+exclamation. She looked up and nearly fell from her chair.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Hadley!" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>It was her husband's most intimate friend. Chance had brought him to
+the hotel and having some business letters to write, he had stopped at
+the desk of the first stenographer who appeared to be unoccupied. When
+he saw who the young operator was he could scarcely believe his eyes.
+With a gesture of the greatest concern, he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Stafford! You here?"</p>
+
+<p>She smiled sadly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. I've been here some time, ever since&mdash;" She stopped short, not
+knowing how much he might know of her difference with her husband. As
+yet the world knew nothing of the scandal that had shattered a home
+and as far as she was concerned it never would. After a pause she
+added timidly: "You see I am not rich&mdash;I have to support myself."</p>
+
+<p>Hadley leaned forward and sympathetically grasped her hand. He had
+always liked Virginia. Her womanliness and spirit appealed strongly to
+him. Stafford had treated her like a brute. He ought never to have let
+her go. Many a time he had berated his friend for what he termed his
+pigheaded obstinacy.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Mrs. Stafford!" he went on warmly. "I had no idea you were here.
+How noble and plucky it is of you&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Any self-respecting woman would do the same," she said quietly.</p>
+
+<p>Hadley shrugged his shoulders. Cynically he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Some might, most wouldn't. You don't find women in our set making
+sacrifices even for a principle when it comes to giving up their
+comforts and their luxuries. I think you've acted splendidly and so
+does Bob, only he won't admit it. He's a good fellow at heart. The
+trouble was that he married too late in life. His habits were formed.
+He did not realize that to be happy in married life one must give as
+well as take; in other words, that a really happy marriage is a
+compromise. Always having had his own way, accustomed to imposing his
+will upon that of others, he failed to realize that when he married he
+conferred certain rights on the woman to whom he gave his name. Now it
+is different. He sees his mistake. It has been a bitter lesson to
+him."</p>
+
+<p>A deep flush spread over Virginia's pale face. What did these words
+mean? Could it be true that her husband still loved her?</p>
+
+<p>"You see him sometimes?" she murmured.</p>
+
+<p>"Almost every day. I dined with him at the club last night."</p>
+
+<p>"Is he well?"</p>
+
+<p>Hadley made no answer, but bending forward, looked more closely at his
+friend's wife. He took quick note of her tired-looking eyes, the
+pallor of her face. Slowly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"And you? Are you well? I think that is more important."</p>
+
+<p>She smiled wearily as she answered:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I'm a little tired, that's all. This work is very confining. In
+fact, I've quite gotten out of the way of it."</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her intently for a moment in silence. Then he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I had no idea where you had gone. None of his friends knew. Some
+think you are abroad. Bob has let that impression get about. Even I,
+his most intimate friend, did not know all the particulars! I guessed
+the truth. Yet Bob knew where you were."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia, startled, looked up quickly:</p>
+
+<p>"He knows?" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>Hadley nodded.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;he has employed a man to watch you constantly from a distance.
+Not because he believed you would ever give him cause for divorce&mdash;to
+be fair to him, that has never entered his mind; but he wanted someone
+to watch over you, protect you&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia flushed; her heart was beating violently. In a low tone, she
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"He has done that?" she exclaimed. "Then he has not forgotten me after
+all&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>The young man laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"Forgotten you! I should think not. You are never out of his thoughts.
+He won't admit it, but I know it. He loves you to-day better than he
+ever did."</p>
+
+<p>"Then why, if he knows where I am, doesn't he come to me?"</p>
+
+<p>Hadley clenched his fist. Vehemently, almost angrily, he answered:</p>
+
+<p>"Because he's a fool. He said he wouldn't come to you until you sent
+for him, and he hasn't the moral courage to change his mind&mdash;he's
+afraid to be laughed at."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shook her head. Sadly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Then I'm afraid the breach will never be healed. If he is proud, I am
+not less so. I shall never send for him."</p>
+
+<p>"But you can't go on like this, my dear Mrs. Stafford," he protested.
+"You really can't. You'll make yourself ill. It's not the kind of life
+you're fitted for."</p>
+
+<p>"What else can I do?" she inquired. "Teach? I have not the patience.
+Go into a store? It is too humiliating. No, this is the best I can
+think of. I'm living with my sister. I am comfortable and as happy as
+I can expect to be under the circumstances."</p>
+
+<p>"But won't you change your mind, won't you forgive Bob?" he persisted.
+"Let me go back to him now with a message from you. It is all he is
+waiting for, I know it&mdash;just one word. It will make him the happiest
+of men!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shook her head.</p>
+
+<p>"You are very kind, Mr. Hadley. I know you mean well, and that you are
+my friend. My husband and I understand one another perfectly. Neither
+will consent to send for the other, so the situation will remain
+exactly where it is."</p>
+
+<p>He rose to go.</p>
+
+<p>"Is this final?"</p>
+
+<p>She shook her head decisively.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;it is final."</p>
+
+<p>"You will never go back to him?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not till he comes for me."</p>
+
+<p>He grasped her hand and the next minute was lost to view in the crowd.</p>
+
+<p>All that night, while the Gillies slumbered peacefully, Virginia
+tossed restlessly on her bed, thinking over what Mr. Hadley had told
+her. Try as she would, she was unable to banish thoughts of her
+husband from her mind. If he still cared for her, if he missed her,
+why didn't he come for her? If he himself suffered, why did he let her
+go on weeping out her heart in this way? Why should two human beings
+allow their pride to make them suffer so abominably? She thought she
+would show herself the more generous of the two; and send him a
+message, urging him to come at once. Then, as she recalled his stern,
+merciless words, she again rebelled. No&mdash;no&mdash;it would degrade her in
+his eyes if she weakened! She would not&mdash;she would not! She loved
+him&mdash;yes&mdash;only now she realized how dearly she loved him; but it was
+just because she loved him that she would not forfeit his esteem. When
+morning broke, she was still wide awake, thinking, thinking, her eyes
+red and swollen from countless tears.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_21"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XX</h2>
+
+
+<p>The Gillies' new home was nothing to boast of. In fact they were
+ashamed of its shabbiness and lived in constant dread of some of their
+former acquaintances discovering their whereabouts and coming to see
+them. Yet it was the best they could expect to find for the little
+rent they were able to pay. Situated in one of the cheapest parts of
+Harlem, the flat was in a row of tenement-like buildings, facing a
+street always filled with noisy, unkempt children. The corridors and
+staircases were gaudily decorated and the narrow halls and small
+rooms, shut off from proper light and air, gave one a sense of
+suffocation. The furnishings were of the scantiest. Jimmie having
+incurred certain heavy debts, reckoning that the palmy days would
+always last, had been forced to sell his household effects to satisfy
+pressing creditors, so now they had to be satisfied with as few odd
+cheap pieces as they could manage with&mdash;a plain deal dining-table and
+a few ricketty chairs. Times were indeed hard. The shipping firm had
+also made a cut in Jimmie's salary, reducing him from $14 to $13 a
+week, so even with the $5 which Virginia contributed to the expenses,
+strict economy had to be exercised in order to make both ends meet.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny did her best to look cheerful under these depressing conditions,
+but there were days when her patience was sorely tried and when she
+found herself regretting that Virginia had "taken it so particular"
+with Mr. Stafford. Of course, they all suffered by the sacrifice, but
+most of the burden fell upon her. She certainly had the worst of it.
+Virginia, away all day, at least escaped the household drudgery. It
+was a terrible existence&mdash;scrubbing floors and washing dishes from
+morning till night, seeing nobody, beginning to lose hope that she
+would ever see a change for the better.</p>
+
+<p>To-day she was feeling particularly tired and discouraged. She had
+been kept busy all morning looking after the baby's wants and cleaning
+the kitchen stove, and the exertion required by both duties had
+completely exhausted her. Wiping her grimy hands on her apron, she
+sank listlessly down on a chair in the kitchen to rest a while. It
+could not be for long. The afternoon was well advanced. Jim and
+Virginia would soon be home. She must think presently of getting
+dinner.</p>
+
+<p>The baby slept soundly in her little crib undisturbed by the noise of
+the wintry gale outdoors. Fanny sighed as she fondly gazed on the
+chubby little face. How unfair to bring such an innocent into the
+world, only to inherit trouble and want! What had become of the
+brilliant prospects for her daughter once held out when Virginia was a
+rich man's wife? Instead of improving, their situation grew steadily
+worse. Jim was making no progress. Instead of his salary being
+increased, it was always being reduced. He was the kind of man who
+made progress backwards, like a crab. He was not practical&mdash;that was
+the trouble. If only he had fewer ideas, perhaps he would make more
+money. It was very discouraging. But what good did grumbling ever do?
+The work had to be done and the quicker she finished the stove, the
+better.</p>
+
+<p>Wearily she rose from her seat and with a last look at the baby, was
+going towards the kitchen, when suddenly the doorbell rang violently.
+The baby started in its sleep. Indignant at the noise Fanny went and
+opened.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that you, Jim?" she asked crossly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he called out.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I like your nerve!" she ejaculated. "Couldn't you make less
+noise? You woke the baby!"</p>
+
+<p>Her husband entered, attired in a heavy overcoat, the collar of which
+was turned up. His nose was blue, his eyes red and he was shivering
+with cold.</p>
+
+<p>"Gee! but it's tough weather, all right!"</p>
+
+<p>Taking off his overcoat and muffler, and placing them on a chair
+together with his lunch box, he crossed the room to the radiator to
+warm his hands. Fanny, still fuming, went to the baby carriage, folded
+the blanket and arranged the cushions. Angrily she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Is that why you must ring the bell and wake the baby when you have
+the key? Don't you think I've got enough to do running this flat and
+cooking for three people and looking after the baby without having to
+go and open the door for you? Why didn't you open it yourself?"</p>
+
+<p>Her husband looked at her in a stupid kind of way. With a grin he
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"Well, if you must know, I've lost my key."</p>
+
+<p>"Lost your key?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you know that keys cost twenty-five cents apiece?"</p>
+
+<p>"Sure I do."</p>
+
+<p>"Well," she went on indignantly, "you want to remember that every
+quarter&mdash;yes, and every nickel&mdash;counts these days. You're not working
+for Mr. Stafford at a hundred a week now; you're a shipping clerk
+getting thirteen per! Not even fourteen&mdash;thirteen!"</p>
+
+<p>Her husband squirmed. Shifting his feet uneasily he muttered</p>
+
+<p>"You needn't rub it in."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny held out her hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Hand it over," she commanded.</p>
+
+<p>"What?"</p>
+
+<p>"The thirteen," she said determinedly. "This is pay day. Come
+on!&mdash;come on!&mdash;come on!" she ordered, going up to him threateningly.</p>
+
+<p>With a grimace, he thrust his hand in his trousers' pocket and
+bringing out a small roll of bills, handed it to his wife. She counted
+the money carefully, and then stuffed it inside her dress. He watched
+her, a comic expression of resignation on his face.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't I get any?" he grumbled.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she answered quickly, "you get carfare and cigar money&mdash;twenty
+cents a day and you get it each day&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Saying this, she turned her back and fastening on her apron, made a
+move towards the kitchen. Jimmie, with a gesture of disgust, threw his
+lunch box on the table and dropped into a chair.</p>
+
+<p>"Can't I even have lunch money" he growled.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny turned on him like a tigress. For some time he had been getting
+on her nerves and to-day she was in just the humor to let out what she
+felt. Angrily she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Won't you ever get it into your head that I'm running this flat on
+eighteen dollars a week&mdash;thirteen from you and five from Virginia?
+Lunch money! You're lucky even to get lunch!"</p>
+
+<p>He made no reply, but lapsed into a sulky silence. Presently, with a
+wry face, he growled:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm getting tired of nothing but dry sandwiches and dill pickles."</p>
+
+<p>"What do you expect for thirteen per?" she retorted, "terrapin or paté
+de fois gras? Getting tired of&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She stopped short. Her eyes had just lighted on the lunch box on the
+table. Swooping down on it like an angry vulture she exclaimed
+angrily: "What's that?"</p>
+
+<p>Even in his bluest moments, Jimmie never lost his sense of humor.
+Picking up the box and pretending to examine it, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I think it's a bunch of lilies of the valley."</p>
+
+<p>He grinned, but got no response. Fanny was not in a mood to jest.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, don't get funny," she said crossly. "I know it's your lunch box
+all right, but what's it doing on the table? Put it in the drawer
+where it belongs." He hesitated, still grinning, and she went on
+sternly: "Go on, now! I've got enough to do without putting things
+away after you."</p>
+
+<p>Rising, he took the offending box and placed it in a drawer of the
+sideboard. When this was done Fanny pointed to his hat and coat:</p>
+
+<p>"Now hang them up in the hall," she ordered.</p>
+
+<p>Without another word he picked up the things and left the room.
+Directly he was gone, Fanny took a key from under a vase, opened
+another drawer in the sideboard and put the money in it. Then she
+hastily locked the drawer and replaced the key. No sooner was this
+done than Jimmie reappeared. He was puffing a cheap cigar and judging
+by his expression the flavor was not all that it might be. After a few
+moments, and while Fanny was laying the cloth, he threw it away with
+an exclamation of disgust:</p>
+
+<p>"It's no good! I can't get used to these damned cheap things. I
+suppose I'd be satisfied with 'em if I'd never smoked <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">real</span>
+cigars! But to be educated up to Villa de Villas and then drop to
+them&mdash;punkerinos&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny looked round, saw the cigar on the floor and then looked at him:</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie," she said, "pick that up and let it die outside."</p>
+
+<p>He obeyed her without a word. Opening the window he picked up the
+offending weed and threw it out.</p>
+
+<p>"Ha! ha!" he laughed bitterly. "In three months to parachute from
+first-class cafés to carrying home-made lunches; to go from threes for
+a half to twos for a nickel; instead of having plenty of money in
+pocket to be without even a cent! I tell you, Fanny, the way we're
+living now is&mdash;hell!"</p>
+
+<p>Flopping down on a chair near the table, he presented an abject
+picture of utter despondency. If Fanny had been in better humor she
+would have laughed at him, but in her present mood his complaints only
+irritated her the more. Stopping in her work, she turned on him. Her
+face was flushed; her eyes flashed fire. At last the moment had come
+to give it to him:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you think I know it better than you do?" she cried. "I used to
+be able to pay twenty-five or thirty dollars for a hat, now when I
+want one I'll have to trim it myself; I could have a taxi once in a
+while, now I'm lucky if I can take a car; a seat in the orchestra at
+the matinées was none too good for me, now I think it is great to go
+to the moving pictures; I used to have a nine-room apartment at a
+Hundred and Fortieth street, now I've got a five-room flat at a
+Hundred and Seventy-sixth! My 'friends' don't come to see me because
+it's too far uptown. I used to have a servant to do my work and a
+woman come in to do my washing, now I have to do the work and the
+cooking and the washing into the bargain. Don't talk to me about your
+cigars, and your lunches, and your pocket money! Only a woman can know
+what it means to come down in the world!"</p>
+
+<p>He listened in silence to her tirade, carelessly rocking back and
+forth on the two rear legs of his tilted chair. When finally she
+stopped for sheer want of breath he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I guess you're right, Fanny, I'm sorry I spoke. The woman gets the
+worst of it every time."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;every time, Jimmie," she said emphatically as she proceeded to
+lay the table. "Whether she's right or wrong."</p>
+
+<p>"If Virginia hadn't quit Stafford," he grumbled, "it would have been
+different."</p>
+
+<p>"There's no use talking of that&mdash;she did leave him&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie looked up, an injured expression on his face.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, and what day did she pick out?" he cried indignantly. "The very
+day Stafford raised me to a hundred and fifty!" Jumping up from his
+chair he began to pace the floor nervously. "Great Scott!" he
+exclaimed, "just think of it! I used to get a hundred and fifty! Of
+course I only got it for a day and a quarter&mdash;but I got it!"</p>
+
+<p>His wife stopped in her work. Sharply she demanded:</p>
+
+<p>"And whose fault was it that you only got it for a day and a quarter?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mine, I suppose," he replied gloomily.</p>
+
+<p>"You had no right to try to interfere between Mr. Stafford and
+Virginia&mdash;that was their business."</p>
+
+<p>"So he told me! And when I said that anything that concerned my wife's
+sister was <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">my</span> business and I wouldn't be associated with a man
+who didn't treat her right, and walked out, I thought he'd send a
+messenger after me before I reached the corner. In fact, I waited at
+the corner."</p>
+
+<p>"But the messenger didn't come," she said sarcastically.</p>
+
+<p>"No. But even that didn't bother me much&mdash;then! I thought I'd soon get
+another job just as good."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny shrugged her shoulders. With a sigh she said:</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder if you'll ever have one 'just as good.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course, I will," he said confidently.</p>
+
+<p>"When?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm likely to get a good job most any time."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, till you do," she retorted, "hang on to the one you have. When
+rent day comes, thirteen dollars in real money is a heap sight better
+than a hundred and fifty in hopes."</p>
+
+<p>Jim shifted about uneasily on his feet. Stupidly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I suppose so."</p>
+
+<p>"I know so," she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"Besides," he said with some hesitation, "one of my ideas might turn
+out big."</p>
+
+<p>His wife laughed scornfully.</p>
+
+<p>"Might&mdash;yes," she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I know you don't believe in 'em any more," he went on. "But let
+me tell you this&mdash;I've got one idea right now that would make me five
+hundred dollars just as easy as that&mdash;" He snapped his fingers at her
+as he continued: "Do you hear? As easy as that!" His wife, still
+skeptical, seemed to pay no heed, so petulantly he inquired: "Why
+don't you ask me about it?"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny again stopped in her work and looked up.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it?" she demanded in a resigned tone.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie frowned. He did not like his wife's incredulous attitude.</p>
+
+<p>"That's a fine way to ask!" he exclaimed. Imitating her tone he went
+on: "What is it? You'd show more interest than that if I told you Mrs.
+Brown's canary had died of the croup!"</p>
+
+<p>In spite of herself Fanny smiled. She was too good-natured to remain
+cross very long. After all, it was only natural that her husband
+should confide in her. In a more conciliatory tone, she said:</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't mean anything, Jimmie. What <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">is</span> the idea?"</p>
+
+<p>But he was offended now.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, what's the use?" he exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"Go on, tell me," she coaxed.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the use? You wouldn't think it was any good."</p>
+
+<p>"All right, then, don't!" she exclaimed, turning away. "I know there'd
+be nothing in it, anyway."</p>
+
+<p>He followed her across the room. Airily he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Is that so? Well, just to prove that there is something in it, I
+
+<span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">will</span> tell you. Of course I shouldn't really expect to do
+it&mdash;but the idea's there just the same."</p>
+
+<p>"Well&mdash;what is it?" she asked, stopping in her work to listen.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie took a chair and sat down on it straddle-wise. Hesitatingly he
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"You know the fuss the papers made about Stafford marrying Virginia
+and how the Sunday editions had page after page about it with
+illustrations&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;what about it?" she demanded, impatient to get to the point.</p>
+
+<p>"And you know," he went on, "how clever he's been in keeping this from
+them by sending out the news that she'd gone to Europe for the
+winter&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, if I was to go to one of 'em and tip off the story that instead
+of being in Europe, Virginia was workin' in a hotel for ten dollars a
+week, and I would agree not to tell any other paper about it, don't
+you think I could get five hundred for it? You just bet I could!"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny had listened with growing indignation. When he had finished she
+exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie, if you did anything like that I'd never speak to you
+again&mdash;never!"</p>
+
+<p>Weakening before her outburst, he said evasively:</p>
+
+<p>"I told you I didn't expect to do it."</p>
+
+<p>"Whether I think Virginia's a fool or not," went on his wife, "she's
+my sister. Right or wrong, she's my sister and nobody&mdash;not even
+you&mdash;is going to do anything to hurt her feelings and get away with it
+without a fight from me."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie rose and resumed his nervous pacing of the floor. Hastily he
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"I ain't going to do anything to hurt her feelings! But I must say
+it's pretty tough on a fellow to have all his good ideas spoiled! Take
+the one I had about the auto. I could have sold it for fifteen hundred
+dollars, but Virginia wouldn't let me and made me send it back. There
+was a great idea gone wrong&mdash;" He was silent for a few moments and
+then suddenly he burst out: "I've got another one."</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center"><img src="images/image6.png" alt="&quot;I've Got Another Idea,&quot; Said Jimmie."></p>
+<p style="text-align: center">"I've Got Another Idea," Said Jimmie.</p>
+
+<p>"What&mdash;another idea?" exclaimed his wife sarcastically.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he replied eagerly, "and even you will think this one all
+right."</p>
+
+<p>"What is it?"</p>
+
+<p>He looked round as if to make sure no one was listening. Then, in a
+tragic whisper, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"We must bring Virginia and Stafford together again."</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie!" exclaimed his wife, looking at him in amazement.</p>
+
+<p>"You know she's still in love with him, don't you?" he went on calmly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"And he's just crazy over her. He 'phoned me again to-day asking about
+her."</p>
+
+<p>"Well&mdash;what of it?"</p>
+
+<p>A crafty expression came into her husband's face. He looked wise for a
+moment; then he said solemnly:</p>
+
+<p>"To make two people who are in love forget and forgive, all you have
+to do is to get them into each others' arms. That's the way it would
+be with them! Only stubbornness keeps them apart now&mdash;just
+stubbornness!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;that's true," admitted Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," he said significantly, "it's very simple&mdash;we must get them
+into each others' arms."</p>
+
+<p>"How?" she demanded.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah," he smiled, "that's where my idea comes in."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny looked at him curiously. It was the first time she had ever
+heard her husband say anything sensible.</p>
+
+<p>"Go on&mdash;tell me," she said eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>"If she sent for him," he went on, "he'd break all speed laws getting
+up here, and if he came for her of his own accord&mdash;if she thought he
+did that she'd be in his arms so quick that she'd make a bounding
+antelope look like a plumber's assistant going back for his tools!"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny looked puzzled. She did not quite understand his meaning.</p>
+
+<p>"What do you mean?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>Her husband hesitated for a moment as if not daring to suggest what
+was on his mind; then suddenly he blurted out:</p>
+
+<p>"Suppose I 'phoned him&mdash;right now&mdash;that she had sent for him?"</p>
+
+<p>"'Phone him&mdash;that Virginia&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Sure! He'd think she'd given in and she'd think the same of him. It
+would be a case of a pair of open arms, the rustle of a skirt, a
+little head on a manly chest and then good-bye John, farewell
+everything, and the lid is off! I imagine that is some idea!"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny clasped her hands nervously. Hesitatingly she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh&mdash;I think it's splendid! But&mdash;what if they found out?"</p>
+
+<p>"What would it matter if they'd already made up?" he grinned.</p>
+
+<p>"But do you think it would be right?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no!" he cried mockingly. "Certainly not! It would be a terrible
+crime to unite a husband and wife and fix up a broken home! To say
+nothing of giving me back my regular job at a hundred and fifty. Shall
+I?"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny wrung her hands with excitement. It certainly was a daring plan.</p>
+
+<p>"I&mdash;I'm scared," she stammered, unwilling to commit herself.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not," he said boldly, "I'm never afraid of any game where I can't
+lose! And if it came through, you know what it would mean for us&mdash;good
+clothes, good food, money to spend and nothing to worry about except
+moving down to a Hundred and Twenty-fifth street! What do you say?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know&mdash;" she answered hesitatingly.</p>
+
+<p>"And then," he continued persuasively, "you must think of little
+Virgie. A baby makes a lot of difference&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed it does," she replied warmly. "I bet Virginia would never have
+left Robert if they had had a baby."</p>
+
+<p>"Shall I do it?" he asked tentatively.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm scared. I am&mdash;honest I am!"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, go on! Be game!" he coaxed. "Besides, we have everything to win
+and nothing to lose and for a gamble you can't beat that!"</p>
+
+<p>"But, Jimmie&mdash;" she exclaimed fearfully.</p>
+
+<p>He paid no attention to her objections. All absorbed in his idea, he
+went on eagerly:</p>
+
+<p>"There's no time to lose. Virginia's likely to be back any minute now
+and if we're going to put it through, we must do it quick. Shall I?
+Shall I?"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny, flustered, was at a loss what to say.</p>
+
+<p>"Why do you put the responsibility on to me?" she exclaimed. "You're
+the one to decide. You're the head of the house."</p>
+
+<p>He grinned. The head of the house? Of course he was. Why hadn't he
+thought of it before? That being the case, he need consult no one but
+himself. Swelling up with self-importance, he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Sure I am. I'll do it!"</p>
+
+<p>Going into the hall, he quickly took the receiver off the telephone.</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie!" exclaimed his wife excitedly.</p>
+
+<p>He stayed his hand and looked around.</p>
+
+<p>"What?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think you'd better," she gasped.</p>
+
+<p>He eyed her sternly. If she had always awed him before, it was
+different now. As the originator of an idea that was going to save
+them all, he held the whip hand.</p>
+
+<p>"See here," he exclaimed, "Who is head of this house?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think you'd better," she pleaded.</p>
+
+<p>Shaking his head, he paid no attention to her protests:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm going to just the same," he said firmly. "You've got nothing to
+say about it. I'm the head of this house." Taking off the receiver he
+spoke into the telephone.</p>
+
+<p>"Hello&mdash;hello! Give me River 2540. Is this River 2540? Is Mr. Stafford
+there? Please tell him that Mr. Gillie wishes to talk to him. Yes, his
+brother-in-law, Mr. Gillie! Is that you, Mr. Stafford? This is Jimmie!
+No, not James&mdash;just Jimmie! Virgie told me to 'phone and ask you to
+come for her. Yes&mdash;that's it&mdash;I guess she can't stand being separated
+from you any longer. All right&mdash;I'll tell her. Good-bye!"</p>
+
+<p>Hanging up the receiver he closed the door and exclaimed triumphantly:</p>
+
+<p>"It's done!"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh&mdash;I'm scared to death!" gasped Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"I ain't," he grinned. Proudly he added: "After all, it takes a man to
+rise to the occasion."</p>
+
+<p>"But if it should turn out wrong?" persisted his wife.</p>
+
+<p>He shook his head incredulously as if such a thing were an utter
+impossibility. With a shrug of his shoulders he said:</p>
+
+<p>"It's done now and that's all there is to it. I'll bet that by this
+time Stafford is in his machine and dashing up here like mad. Suppose
+he should get here before Virginia?"</p>
+
+<p>"That would spoil everything!" exclaimed Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"Not necessarily," he replied loftily, as if no problem was so
+difficult that he could not grapple with it. "I'd probably get some
+kind of an idea in time to save the situation. Leave everything to
+me."</p>
+
+<p>Fanny, lost in thought, said nothing, while her husband nervously
+paced the floor. Glancing at the clock, he exclaimed impatiently:</p>
+
+<p>"I wish she'd come. She ought to be here by now&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He stopped and listened, and then going out into the hall, opened the
+front door. No one was there and he came back into the room:</p>
+
+<p>"I thought I heard her key in the door," he said.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm so worried," exclaimed Fanny anxiously.</p>
+
+<p>"What about?" he demanded airily. "I did the 'phoning. If there's any
+worrying to be done, let Jimmie do it!"</p>
+
+<p>"I wish you hadn't," she said timidly.</p>
+
+<p>"But I have," he cried. "Great Scott, ain't that just like a woman!"
+Reassuringly he went on: "Now look here, Fanny, you leave this to me.
+When Virginia comes you make yourself scarce, get busy in the kitchen
+or something and I'll talk to her. You'll see that I&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>As he spoke there was the metallic click of a key turning in the front
+door lock.</p>
+
+<p>"Holy Jupiter!" he exclaimed. "Here she is! Be careful what you say."
+Greeting his sister-in-law amiably he called out: "Hallo, Virgie,
+we're in here!"</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_22"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XXI</h2>
+
+
+<p>Virginia came in tired and worn-looking. Her clothes were soaked
+through from the storm and in her hand she carried a dripping
+umbrella. She smiled wearily as she greeted the others:</p>
+
+<p>"Hello, Fanny! How's this for weather?" Holding out her umbrella to
+her brother-in-law she said: "Here, Jim, please take this."</p>
+
+<p>While he went to put the gingham in the bathtub, Fanny helped to make
+the newcomer comfortable. With concern, she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Poor darling&mdash;you're wet through. You'd better change everything."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia threw off her raincoat and dropped, exhausted, into a seat.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm too tired to do anything but sit down," she exclaimed wearily.</p>
+
+<p>"Was it a hard day?" inquired her sister as she brought a pair of
+comfortable slippers to be exchanged for the wet shoes.</p>
+
+<p>"Very," replied Virginia with a sigh of relief. "There are some days
+when everything goes wrong. This was one of them. People were cranky
+and exacting&mdash;there was a terrific rush. I scarcely had time to lunch
+and tonight the cars were so crowded that I had to stand all the way."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie, re-entering from the bedroom, caught the last few words.
+Anxious in furtherance of his plans to improve every opportunity of
+ingratiating himself in his sister-in-law's good graces he exclaimed
+apologetically:</p>
+
+<p>"That's tough! Was the same fellow on the car?"</p>
+
+<p>She nodded, while Fanny went to see how things were getting on in the
+kitchen.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she said listlessly.</p>
+
+<p>"And going downtown?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Did he speak to you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not!" she exclaimed indignantly.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, if he does or if he gets fresh at all," said her brother-in-law
+with a fierce gesture, "you tell me and I'll punch his head!"</p>
+
+<p>"He won't," she smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"He'd better not."</p>
+
+<p>At that moment Fanny re-entered from the kitchen. Cheerfully she
+exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Dinner's all ready to put on, but I'll get you a cup of tea first!"
+Pointing to the wet rubbers, she made a significant gesture to her
+husband. "Jimmie!"</p>
+
+<p>Docilely he picked up the rubbers and proceeded as before in the
+direction of the bathroom. Virginia looked at her sister gratefully.</p>
+
+<p>"You're very good to me."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't be silly!" exclaimed Fanny, as she busied Herself setting the
+table.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"You're the best sister in the world!" she murmured.</p>
+
+<p>"No, I'm not, you are!" Cheerily, as her husband reappeared, she
+added:</p>
+
+<p>"Now you sit still and talk to Jim while I get the tea ready."</p>
+
+<p>She went out and the clerk carelessly took a chair. This was his
+opportunity. He could hardly hope for a better one. After a brief
+pause he said sympathetically:</p>
+
+<p>"You're not looking well, Virginia. These last three months have told
+on you."</p>
+
+<p>The young woman nodded. With a weary sigh she replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;I know it."</p>
+
+<p>Thus encouraged, he continued:</p>
+
+<p>"I guess you don't like it any better than we do."</p>
+
+<p>"Like it!" she exclaimed. "Like working under tremendous pressure from
+morning till night in a public hotel corridor at the beck and call of
+the first comer, exposed to all kinds of insult and indignity? Like to
+have two dollars a week pocket money out of which I must pay my
+carfare and buy whatever I need? Like to come home every night so
+tired I can scarcely walk and with my head aching till I can hardly
+see? Like it! Like it, indeed!"</p>
+
+<p>Quietly he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Then why don't you quit It? Why don't you go back to your husband?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia started. In spite of herself, her face changed color.
+Abruptly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"I've asked you not to&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"I know you have, but tonight I'm going to talk sense to you if I
+never do it again."</p>
+
+<p>She held out a hand in protest.</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie&mdash;I&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I am," he interrupted. "I hate to see you going on like this.
+You've been away from Stafford for less than three months and, on the
+level, you look five years older. Why don't you go back to him?"</p>
+
+<p>"I've told you why&mdash;it's a matter of principle. You wouldn't have me
+give up my principles, would you?"</p>
+
+<p>He shrugged his shoulders as he replied dryly:</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know about yours, but I can tell you this about mine&mdash;if
+hanging on to 'em meant hard work, tired bones and an empty pocket
+while giving 'em up meant a fine house, a bully time and all the money
+I could spend, then I'd kiss my principles good-bye and pass 'em up
+without a quiver! That's common sense."</p>
+
+<p>She turned her head away.</p>
+
+<p>"We don't see things the same way," she said quietly.</p>
+
+<p>He rose from the chair and began to pace the floor in silence. Then,
+turning on her suddenly he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I never understood why you quit him anyway. Tell me, did he punch
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly not!" she exclaimed indignantly.</p>
+
+<p>"Was he mixed up with another woman?"</p>
+
+<p>"Another woman! Robert? The idea!!"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, if it wasn't one of them, in heaven's name what was it?"</p>
+
+<p>"You wouldn't understand," she replied simply.</p>
+
+<p>He stopped short in front of her and folded his arms. With as severe
+an air as he could muster he said sternly:</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps not, but here's something I can understand. Why did I quit my
+job? Because of you. Who has brought us down to this? You! Who makes
+Fanny work harder than any hired girl in the city? You! Who has ruined
+my career? You! You and your selfishness!"</p>
+
+<p>Taken aback by the suddenness of his denunciation, Virginia stared at
+him in surprise, as if not comprehending.</p>
+
+<p>"My selfishness?" she stammered.</p>
+
+<p>"Just that!" he sneered. With pretended indignation he went on: "And
+the things you were going to do for little Virgie! She was going to
+have a governess; she was going to learn music and painting when she
+grew up; she was going to have a horse. A horse! Ha! ha! The only
+horse she'll ever have will be a clothes-horse!!"</p>
+
+<p>Hurt in her most sensitive nature, Virginia listened to his words,
+each one of which fell on her with the weight of a blow.</p>
+
+<p>"Please, Jimmie, please!" she cried.</p>
+
+<p>But he had no pity; he was ready to inflict any suffering so long as
+it did not hurt himself and it accomplished his object.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he went on, "and she'll have to do the same as Fanny does,
+break her back washing the things to put over it! And why? Because you
+think more of your 'principles' than you do of your relations. Because
+you think only of yourself. Because you're selfish. That's why!"</p>
+
+<p>Almost in tears, Virginia put out her hand, pleading to him to desist.</p>
+
+<p>"Stop, please!" she cried. "Don't you see how nervous and tired I am?"</p>
+
+<p>At that instant Fanny re-entered with the tea things, in time to hear
+her sister's cry of distress. Turning indignantly to her husband, she
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"You behave yourself! What have you been saying to her, anyway?"</p>
+
+<p>He shrugged his shoulders as he replied carelessly:</p>
+
+<p>"I've been telling her things for her own good." Almost viciously he
+added: "And I'm going to keep on telling her."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia rose, her face flushed. With some spirit she cried:</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;you're not!"</p>
+
+<p>"Who's going to stop me?" he demanded.</p>
+
+<p>"I am," she said firmly. "I'm doing what I think is right and you're
+not going to bully me into doing what I think is wrong. If you ever
+mention my going back to my husband again, I'll&mdash;I'll&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose you'll leave us as well?" he said sarcastically.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny, meantime, was making frantic signs to her husband to desist.
+Angrily she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmie&mdash;will you stop?"</p>
+
+<p>She was about to put her hand over her husband's mouth to silence him
+when Virginia interfered. In a resigned tone, she said weakly:</p>
+
+<p>"Let him talk. No, I couldn't leave you. I've got to have some one to
+love. And you know I love you, don't you?"</p>
+
+<p>"I should say so," exclaimed Fanny, embracing her.</p>
+
+<p>Taking her sister's hand Virginia turned towards her brother-in-law.
+The look of anger and defiance had died out of her face. In its place
+was a peaceful expression of patient resignation. Gently she said:</p>
+
+<p>"And I love the baby&mdash;dearly! Yes, and you as well, Jimmie! Oh, you
+don't know how hard this has been for me! You see, I've not only had
+my own sorrows and troubles&mdash;and they've been quite enough for any
+woman&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny tenderly embraced her sister. Placing a cup of tea in front of
+her she said soothingly:</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind, dearie&mdash;everything will come out all right."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shook her head. Mournfully she said:</p>
+
+<p>"But I've had yours as well&mdash;to know Jimmie lost his position because
+of me. To have you come down in the world like this&mdash;because of me; to
+know Jimmie is just where he started! To see you&mdash;breaking your
+back&mdash;at the washing&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Standing over her, Fanny stroked her hair, trying to reassure her.
+Cheerily she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you worry about me. I'm all right."</p>
+
+<p>"It's been dreadfully hard," went on Virginia tearfully. "At times
+I've felt that I just couldn't bear it&mdash;that I should&mdash;have&mdash;to go
+back, because, after all, I'm only human! And I may have to go back
+yet&mdash;I may&mdash;" She stopped abruptly and threw back her head. With
+spirit she exclaimed: "No, I won't go back. I won't!" Then, her tone
+changing again, she said pleadingly: "But please don't talk about it
+any more. I'm so tired!"</p>
+
+<p>She sank listlessly into a chair at the table. Jimmie, judging the
+moment favorable to renew the attack, opened his mouth as if to speak,
+but before he could utter a word Fanny silenced him.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, shut up!" she exclaimed, more forcibly than elegantly.</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't say anything," he protested.</p>
+
+<p>"No, but you were going to!" she retorted. Turning to Virginia and
+pushing the tea-cup before her, she said coaxingly:</p>
+
+<p>"Take your tea, dear, before it gets cold."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie was repulsed, but not beaten. The prize was too important to
+permit of his accepting defeat so easily. Rising from his seat, he
+said in a more conciliatory tone:</p>
+
+<p>"I was only going to say&mdash;suppose he was to send for her&mdash;or come for
+her?"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked up with an expression of mingled surprise and alarm.
+Almost anxiously she exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Robert&mdash;come for me! There isn't the slightest chance in the world."</p>
+
+<p>The clerk grinned knowingly. With the self-important air of a man who
+enjoys the confidence of others, he said significantly:</p>
+
+<p>"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."</p>
+
+<p>"Why what do you know about it?" demanded Fanny in pretended surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"He's crazy in love with her&mdash;that's what I know," he said.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia shook her head despondently.</p>
+
+<p>"Not enough to come for me," she said. "He said he would never do
+it&mdash;and he never will. That's the kind of man he is."</p>
+
+<p>"Per&mdash;perhaps" suggested Fanny, "just perhaps&mdash;he might."</p>
+
+<p>"No," murmured Virginia, "you don't know him as well as I. Once he
+makes up his mind, no one can induce him to change it."</p>
+
+<p>"But if he should," persisted Jimmie craftily, taking a seat near her
+and adopting a cordial, sympathetic tone.</p>
+
+<p>"He won't," replied Virginia sadly. "We'll have to go along just as we
+are! And we might be much worse off, don't forget that. Even as it is,
+we're getting twenty dollars a week between us. I'm getting seven and
+Jimmie's getting thirteen&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"I <span class="hi" style="font-style: italic;">was</span> getting thirteen," interrupted Jimmie ruefully.</p>
+
+<p>Virginia looked at him.</p>
+
+<p>"They've raised you?" she asked quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"No. They've fired me."</p>
+
+<p>"Discharged?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you mean to say you have lost your job?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I have. How could you expect me to keep it? Do you think I
+could work under a man getting thirty dollars a week&mdash;me, who used to
+get a hundred and fifty?"</p>
+
+<p>"Fired!" echoed Fanny, turning pale. "Why&mdash;what's the matter?"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie assumed an injured air. With nonchalance he explained:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I could see that lots of things were wrong with the system. When
+I went to give the manager of the department the benefit of my advice
+and wide experience, instead of taking it and being thankful for it,
+he fired me&mdash;fired me cold. The bonehead!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia stared at him in dismay.</p>
+
+<p>"But what are we going to do now?" she cried.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny had collapsed on to a chair, the picture of utter
+discouragement. Weakly she repeated after her sister:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, what are we going to do now?"</p>
+
+<p>"Don't worry," smiled the young man confidently. "Everything's going
+to be all right."</p>
+
+<p>"But if it shouldn't?" argued his wife.</p>
+
+<p>"It will," he retorted. With a significant glance towards his
+sister-in-law, he added: "You know about my new idea!"</p>
+
+<p>Fanny gave a snort of scornful incredulity.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, you and your ideas!"</p>
+
+<p>He shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. What was the good of arguing
+with a bunch of women? That was just how his ideas had always been
+laughed at, and that was why he had never been able to do anything
+with them. Angrily he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"I know what you think about 'em. Gee, but ain't you women the
+comforting lot!"</p>
+
+<p>With this parting shot he turned on his heel and disappeared into the
+kitchen. Virginia, afraid that she was the cause of this little
+domestic storm, said apologetically:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm sorry you quarrelled. Don't blame him too much, though. Things
+are rather hard for him."</p>
+
+<p>"For him?" echoed Fanny in surprise. "What about you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I'll manage," replied her sister quietly.</p>
+
+<p>"He had no right to lose that job," said Fanny angrily.</p>
+
+<p>"He'll soon find another," said Virginia encouragingly. "Till he does
+we'll get along some way. We've shared the good times together and
+we'll take the hard ones the same way."</p>
+
+<p>"My, but you are a thoroughbred!" exclaimed her sister admiringly. "If
+any girl ever deserved to be happy, you're the one."</p>
+
+<p>"The same to you and many of them," laughed Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>At that moment the front doorbell rang. Fanny half rose to go and
+open, but sat down again.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, it's only the postman. Jimmie will go."</p>
+
+<p>Taking both her sister's hands in hers and bending over, Fanny
+embraced her sister affectionately. Soothingly she said:</p>
+
+<p>"Things ought to turn for you pretty soon, dear. I hope that they
+will. How I hope they do!"</p>
+
+<p>As she spoke the front doorbell rang again, this time more loudly.
+Fanny started to her feet.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought Jimmie was there. He must have gone out."</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder who it is?" murmured Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll go and see," said Fanny. "I hope it isn't company. Our next door
+neighbors have been threatening to call for some time."</p>
+
+<p>In no humor to be bothered by visitors, Virginia rose hastily.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't want to see anyone," she said. "I'll go and lie down."</p>
+
+<p>As her sister went toward the door, Virginia made a quick escape into
+the bedroom.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="page">
+
+<div>
+<a name="toc_23"></a>
+
+<h2>Chapter XXII</h2>
+
+
+<p>When the telephone message had come, telling him that his wife wished
+to see him, Stafford had been instantly raised from the depths of
+gloomy despondency, to dizzy heights of hope and joy. A mere sound
+wave vibrating along a copper wire had made him the happiest and most
+amazed man in New York.</p>
+
+<p>He had come home particularly out of sorts that evening and instead of
+dining at his club as usual, had told Oku to prepare a meal. Since
+Virginia's departure he had seldom had the courage to dine at home.
+The large dining room with the big table set for himself alone only
+served to remind him the more keenly of his loss. Especially empty and
+cheerless they looked that day and his mind was obsessed by thoughts
+of the absent one when suddenly the loud ringing of the telephone bell
+had aroused his reveries. He picked up the receiver thinking it was
+Hadley calling him or possibly someone in his office, when to his
+amazement he heard the voice of Jimmie Gillie.</p>
+
+<p>A thrill ran through him as he listened. At last she had sent for him.
+His life was not to be irretrievably blasted, after all. Virginia was
+ready to forgive him and to come home again. He could scarcely believe
+his ears and in his joy he was ready to embrace the polished surface
+of the telephone. A reconciliation was possible without the sacrifice
+of his self-respect. He did not stop to analyze her motives or to
+question the authenticity of the summons. It was enough that her
+sister's husband said she wanted to see him. Then, suddenly, an idea
+occurred to him, which sent the blood from his face. He felt hot and
+cold in turns. Suppose she were ill, dying and they had sent for him
+because she was on her death-bed. He would not delay a moment.</p>
+
+<p>Touching a few electric bells, he set Oku and other servants running
+with hurry orders that galvanized new life into the sleepy household,
+and half an hour later he was in his motor car, speeding in the
+direction of Harlem.</p>
+
+<p>At the first sound of the bell, instinct had told Fanny who it was.
+She had delayed answering in order not to unduly alarm Virginia, and
+for a few moments she was at a loss what to do. Jimmie had hastily but
+discreetly disappeared, preferring to let his wife now play her role
+in the little comedy intended to bring Robert and Virginia together,
+but it was by no means an easy part to play and it was only when she
+knew that the millionaire was standing outside waiting for admittance
+that she quite realized how difficult was her task. There was no
+telling how the plan would work. A lie had been told, even if it was a
+lie in a good cause. If Stafford found out that he had been imposed
+upon, it might make matters worse, and as to Virginia she would
+certainly never forgive them.</p>
+
+<p>It was not, therefore, without misgivings that Fanny opened the door
+and with a cordial smile on her anxious face bade Robert Stafford
+welcome.</p>
+
+<p>He greeted his sister-in-law in his usual hearty manner, as if nothing
+had occurred to interrupt their intimacy and friendship. But it was
+easy to see that his thoughts were on one person only. Directly he
+came in, his eyes wandered round the apartment in search of her and he
+seemed to be listening intently as if for the sound of her voice.
+Standing still and questioning Fanny with an anxious look he asked in
+a low tone:</p>
+
+<p>"Where is she?"</p>
+
+<p>"Gone to her room, probably."</p>
+
+<p>"You're sure she's not ill?" he demanded anxiously.</p>
+
+<p>"Quite sure," smiled Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"That's the truth, is it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course it is. She&mdash;she's a little tired, that's all."</p>
+
+<p>He gave a deep sigh of relief and taking off his greatcoat, threw it
+together with his chauffeur's cap on the sofa.</p>
+
+<p>"Thank God it's only that!" he exclaimed. "Jimmie said there was
+nothing the matter with her, but all the time I was coming up here I
+was thinking that perhaps suddenly she&mdash;" Pausing abruptly he said:
+"Tell her, please."</p>
+
+<p>Without a word or attempting to enter into any explanations which,
+under cross-examination, might become embarrassing, Fanny went to
+Virginia's room and knocked at the door.</p>
+
+<p>"It's someone to see you, Virgie!" she called out.</p>
+
+<p>"To see me?" echoed Virginia in a surprised tone.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well, I'll be there in just a minute."</p>
+
+<p>Approaching her big brother-in-law Fanny gently laid her hand on his
+arm. There was nothing to be said. Each understood the other.</p>
+
+<p>"Be very kind to her," she said pleadingly.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't worry," he smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"She's had a hard time."</p>
+
+<p>"So have I," he replied with some emotion.</p>
+
+<p>Fanny turned away and without another word left the room. For a few
+moments that seemed like years, Stafford remained alone, his eyes
+fixed on the door through which would presently pass the one woman in
+the whole world. It seemed like an age before she appeared. Would she
+never come? Then, all at once, the door opened and Virginia appeared
+on the threshold. On seeing who the visitor was, she stood like one
+spellbound. The blood went from her cheeks, leaving her deathly pale.
+She made a step forward, but stumbled and nearly fell. He darted
+forward and caught her in his strong arms.</p>
+
+<p>"Darling!" he whispered.</p>
+
+<p>Her head rested on his shoulder as it had done that first time the day
+at his apartment on Riverside Drive when he asked her to be his wife.
+Her pale, weary face was turned upwards, her tired eyes looking
+wonderingly into his. Her lips were within his reach, but he resisted
+the temptation. It was enough to feel that once more she was safe
+within his arms. Slowly she murmured:</p>
+
+<p>"Robert! You did come! You did!"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I did," he said soothingly, as he stroked her hair
+caressingly.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm so happy, dear," she murmured.</p>
+
+<p>"You're not a bit happier than I am," he said, trying to keep back the
+tears that were fast filling his own eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"And you came for me!"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course, dear. Did you think I wouldn't?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, because I thought I knew you and understood you. But I didn't. I
+knew you were fine and big, but you are finer and bigger than ever I
+imagined and I adore you for it! Oh, my darling, you came for me!"</p>
+
+<p>He listened, bewildered, not understanding. Gently he said:</p>
+
+<p>"But, dear&mdash;I&mdash;don't&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She motioned him to a seat.</p>
+
+<p>"Sit down, sweetheart, and let me sit on your knee, just as I used
+to."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, darling&mdash;just as we used to."</p>
+
+<p>He took off his coat, threw it on the sofa and sat on a chair in front
+of the table. Virginia, with a cry of delight, jumped on his knee and
+threw her arm around his neck.</p>
+
+<p>"Let me snuggle up to you in the way I love," she cried. "Hold me
+close&mdash;very, very close&mdash;and don't say a word&mdash;not even one."</p>
+
+<p>Too happy to ask questions, he held her tight in his arms. In a low
+voice she murmured:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm so tired, dear. I'm so tired&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Fondly, tenderly, he caressed her.</p>
+
+<p>"My poor little girl! Come, dear, the machine is outside. We'll go
+home at once."</p>
+
+<p>"Not yet&mdash;please&mdash;I'm too happy. And it's you. It's really, really
+you."</p>
+
+<p>"It really is," he smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she went on, "I've hoped and longed and prayed that you would
+come for me, but I didn't think you would. I imagined that your pride
+wouldn't let you."</p>
+
+<p>"My pride?" he echoed, perplexed.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. You said you wouldn't come unless I sent for you."</p>
+
+<p>Stafford started and stared fixedly at her.</p>
+
+<p>"Virginia!" he exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>He was about to demand explanations when she interrupted him.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not reproaching you, dear. I mention it because it makes your
+coming all the bigger and finer!" Rising she added; "I'm the happiest
+girl in all the world. You came for me. Nothing else matters&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford listened to her in amazement. It was very clear. She had not
+sent for him after all. There had been some misunderstanding. Yet what
+of it? He had found her, he had clasped her once more to his breast.
+That was all he cared about. Not for anything in the world would he
+lose her again. He said nothing, gazing fondly into her dear tired
+face as she went on:</p>
+
+<p>"If you hadn't come, I should probably have had to come to you! And
+that would have robbed me of everything I've been fighting for. But
+now I shall know that I didn't have to do what I knew to be wrong, and
+it makes me so happy, dear! So happy! So very, very happy!"</p>
+
+<p>Sobbing she fell on her knees beside him and covered her face with her
+hands. For a moment or so he made no answer, but continued to caress
+her in silence. Then, slowly, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I came for you! If I had known all that it meant to you I
+should have come long ago&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She looked up at him eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>"Then you did miss me?"</p>
+
+<p>He nodded.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't tell you how lonely I was. You had Fanny and Jimmie and the
+baby, but I had no one. As I sat alone in the house&mdash;the bigness of
+which seemed to make it all the lonelier&mdash;I thought of you, and your
+goodness, and sweetness and there I fought things out&mdash;I fought them
+out, and now I can make you any promise that you ask."</p>
+
+<p>"But I don't ask any," she smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"I give it to you just the same. I shall never, forgive myself either
+for letting you go. But I'll make it all up to you now. Ask for
+anything you please and you shall have it&mdash;to-morrow we'll go to
+Tiffany's and&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Quickly she put her hand over his mouth.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't dear, don't!" she cried. "I don't want you to buy things for
+me&mdash;I just want you to love me, dear! To love me! Love me! Love me!"</p>
+
+<p>He smiled as he clasped her closer."</p>
+
+<p>"No matter how hard I tried I couldn't help loving you."</p>
+
+<p>"That's all I want," she murmured.</p>
+
+<p>Her face was turned upwards and he bent down and kissed her. They were
+still in each others' embrace when the door opened slowly and Jimmie
+cautiously put his head in. He grinned when he saw the good results
+that had come of his work.</p>
+
+<p>"May I come in?" he asked comically.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes and go out again&mdash;that way," laughed Stafford good-humoredly.
+Pointing to the front door he added: "Tell Oku to bring the things out
+of the machine."</p>
+
+<p>"You're on," grinned the clerk.</p>
+
+<p>"And keep your mouth shut," said Stafford in a low tone.</p>
+
+<p>"Tight as a clam!" grinned Jimmie.</p>
+
+<p>As the millionaire turned to Virginia the young man again interrupted
+them.</p>
+
+<p>"There's just one thing more," he said.</p>
+
+<p>"What?"</p>
+
+<p>"When do I go back to work?"</p>
+
+<p>"Tomorrow," laughed Stafford.</p>
+
+<p>"What salary?"</p>
+
+<p>"What salary were you getting?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well&mdash;one hundred and fifty a week."</p>
+
+<p>"You were," laughed his employer, "for about fifteen minutes!
+Well&mdash;one hundred and fifty goes."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie nodded with satisfaction and went towards the door. Before he
+reached it he again turned round:</p>
+
+<p>"And do we get the auto?"</p>
+
+<p>"You do," laughed Stafford.</p>
+
+<p>"Fine!" grinned Jimmie.</p>
+
+<p>He disappeared and Stafford turned to Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"He's still the same old Jimmie!"</p>
+
+<p>"And you're still the same generous Robert!"</p>
+
+<p>He smiled indulgently at her as he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I shall never miss what Jimmie gets."</p>
+
+<p>"And it means so much to them," murmured Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad it does. I'm glad I can make them happy for your&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Before he could complete the sentence, Jimmie reappeared.</p>
+
+<p>"Oku's coming," he grinned.</p>
+
+<p>"You didn't get wet?" laughed Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>"Not while I have my voice. I stood at the door and shouted to him.
+Here he is now."</p>
+
+<p>The door was pushed open and the Japanese butler entered carrying a
+fur coat which he gave to his master. The millionaire turned to him.</p>
+
+<p>"Oku, Mrs. Stafford has finished her visit to her sister and is coming
+home."</p>
+
+<p>"How are you, Oku?" smiled Virginia.</p>
+
+<p>The butler made a low salaam.</p>
+
+<p>"I am big obliged. Anything else, sir?"</p>
+
+<p>"Tell the chauffeur we're coming right out."</p>
+
+<p>"Anything else?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Then excuse, please! Excuse! Oh, I am big obliged."</p>
+
+<p>The butler went out and Stafford hurriedly held up his wife's coat.</p>
+
+<p>"Here it is," he smiled.</p>
+
+<p>At that instant Fanny opened the door and cautiously peeped in.
+Jimmie, seeing her, called out:</p>
+
+<p>"Come in. It's all right."</p>
+
+<p>She entered, looking timidly at her brother-in-law. Apprehensively,
+she said to Virginia:</p>
+
+<p>"Is it?"</p>
+
+<p>Going up to her sister, Virginia threw her arms around her neck.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;and I'm so happy!"</p>
+
+<p>"So am I," laughed Fanny almost hysterically. "One of Jimmie's ideas
+has turned out right at last."</p>
+
+<p>"One of his ideas?" echoed Virginia puzzled.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;about you and Robert," said Fanny, ignoring her husband's dumb
+signals to keep silent.</p>
+
+<p>"Shut up!" he whispered fiercely.</p>
+
+<p>"Didn't she know?" demanded Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>The clerk made a gesture of disgust.</p>
+
+<p>"Know what?" asked Virginia in surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"Why&mdash;why&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"What didn't I know?" insisted Virginia. "What is it about you and
+me&mdash;" She looked to her husband for an explanation, but he was silent.
+Anxiously she said: "Robert, tell me! Tell me!"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford went up to her. Tenderly he replied:</p>
+
+<p>"I will. It probably would have come up some time and perhaps it's
+best that it has come up now. Listen, dear!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes?"</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you think it would be best to start afresh without there being
+even a chance for a misunderstanding between us&mdash;start on a basis of
+absolute truth?"</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly! Aren't we starting that way?"</p>
+
+<p>Stafford shook his head as he replied gravely:</p>
+
+<p>"No, dear."</p>
+
+<p>Startled, she recoiled and looked at him in dismay.</p>
+
+<p>"Robert!" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"There's nothing to be alarmed about," he went on soothingly.
+"Everything is all right."</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me," she insisted firmly.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, dear, now please, please don't be worried about it&mdash;when I came
+I thought you had sent for me."</p>
+
+<p>She looked at him as if bewildered. Unable to comprehend she cried
+wildly:</p>
+
+<p>"You thought I&mdash;Then everything is wrong! Everything!"</p>
+
+<p>"No, dear," he replied firmly, "everything is right. You were fighting
+for a principle. Have you surrendered it?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," she stammered, bewildered.</p>
+
+<p>"You asked for a promise. I gave it and now I repeat it, so that is
+settled, isn't it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she faltered.</p>
+
+<p>"You said you wouldn't send for me and you haven't. Have you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Then don't you see, dear, all along the line you won the victory?"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmie, no longer able to contain himself, gave vent to a loud
+chuckle. Delighted at this successful outcome of his scheming, he
+cried gleefully:</p>
+
+<p>"It's more than a victory! It's a landslide!"</p>
+
+<p>Virginia remained silent. She was trying to understand. It was all a
+mystery. Yet why let it trouble her further? All she knew was that her
+husband had come for her and that her days of suffering were at an
+end. What mattered whose the victory so long as her tears were dried
+and they were reunited? Looking gratefully up at her husband she said
+gravely:</p>
+
+<p>"You thought the victory was yours, but when you found me claiming it
+and realized what it meant to me, you hand it to me without a word.
+That was a big thing to do!"</p>
+
+<p>"What does anything matter?" he said eagerly. "I love you, you love me
+and we are together again. That's everything, isn't it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear, that's everything," she answered, looking up at him fondly
+and proudly. "We can go."</p>
+
+<p>"Let's hurry then," he said quickly, as if still afraid that his
+new-found bride might change her mind.</p>
+
+<p>"Quick, Jimmie&mdash;get Virginia's rubbers!" cried Fanny.</p>
+
+<p>"Sure," he said, disappearing on the run.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford handed the automobile veil to his sister-in-law.</p>
+
+<p>"You can fix this better than I," he smiled.</p>
+
+<p>While Fanny was adjusting the veil, Jimmie re-entered with the rubbers
+and put them on.</p>
+
+<p>Stafford picked up the fur coat.</p>
+
+<p>"Now for the coat," he said. Putting his hand in his waistcoat pocket,
+he added with a significant smile:</p>
+
+<p>"By the way, I've something else for you. It's from Tiffany's."</p>
+
+<p>Virginia made a gesture of protest.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Robert, didn't I tell you that&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Wait! Wait!" he laughed. "You don't know what it is!"</p>
+
+<p>Taking from his pocket the wedding ring which three months before she
+had returned to him, he held it up and solemnly replaced it on her
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+<p>"With eternal love," he said gravely.</p>
+
+<p>Taking her gently in his arms, he kissed her.</p>
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+<p style="text-align: center">THE END</p>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Bought and Paid For, by Arthur Hornblow
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+Title: Bought and Paid For
+       From the Play of George Broadhurst
+
+Author: Arthur Hornblow
+
+Release Date: July 8, 2005 [EBook #16249]
+Last updated: January 3, 2009
+
+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOUGHT AND PAID FOR ***
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+[Illustration: WITHOUT FURTHER ARGUMENT, HE SEIZED HOLD OF HER. PAGE
+234.]
+
+
+
+
+BOUGHT AND
+PAID FOR
+
+_A Story of To-day_
+
+From the Play of
+GEORGE BROADHURST
+by
+ARTHUR HORNBLOW
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS FROM
+SCENES IN THE PLAY
+
+NEW YORK
+GROSSET & DUNLAP
+PUBLISHERS
+
+
+
+
+Copyright, 1912, by
+G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY
+
+_Bought and Paid For_
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER               PAGE
+
+I.                       7
+
+II.                     21
+
+III.                    39
+
+IV.                     52
+
+V.                      67
+
+VI.                     83
+
+VII.                    97
+
+VIII.                  115
+
+IX.                    131
+
+X.                     146
+
+XI.                    160
+
+XII.                   175
+
+XIII.                  191
+
+XIV.                   202
+
+XV.                    216
+
+XVI.                   236
+
+XVII.                  254
+
+XVIII.                 271
+
+XIX.                   280
+
+XX.                    292
+
+XXI.                   312
+
+XXII.                  325
+
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+
+"How is he now, doctor? Don't--don't tell me there is no hope!"
+
+The wife, a tall, aristocratic looking woman who, despite her advanced
+years, her snow-white hair, her eyes now red and swollen from weeping,
+and pallid face seamed with careworn lines from constant vigils, still
+showed traces of former beauty, scanned the physician fearfully,
+trying to read in the expression of his countenance what the friend
+and man of science, out of sheer compassion, was doing his utmost to
+conceal. He had just emerged from the sick chamber; the trained nurse,
+methodical and quick, and singularly attractive looking in her neat
+uniform, had closed the door noiselessly behind him. Two young girls,
+one about eighteen and the other some four years her junior, both
+possessing more than average good looks, stood timidly in the
+background anxiously awaiting, together with their grief-stricken
+mother, to hear the dreaded verdict.
+
+The physician paid no attention to them, but paced up and down the
+room, his manner stern and forbidding, his head inclined in deep
+thought, as if bent under the weight of tremendous responsibilities. A
+noted specialist in pulmonary troubles, Dr. Wilston Everett was well
+past middle age, and his tall, erect figure, massive frame and fine,
+leonine head, crowned by a mass of stubborn, iron-gray hair, made him
+a conspicuous figure everywhere. His expression, stern in repose, was
+that of a profound student; it was a face where lofty thoughts, humane
+feeling and every other noble attribute had left its indelible
+impress.
+
+Mrs. Blaine watched him fearfully, afraid to intrude on his
+reflections. Finally, summoning up courage, she stammered weakly:
+
+"How do you find him--not worse, is he?"
+
+The doctor made no reply, but for a few moments stood looking at the
+three women in silence. He felt sorry for them--so sorry that it was
+only by the exercise of the greatest self-control that he kept his
+eyes from filling with tell-tale tears. Who, better than he, could
+realize the full extent of the misfortune which had suddenly befallen
+these poor people? It was almost the same as if it had happened to
+himself. Was he not, indeed, one of the family? Had he not been
+present at poor Blaine's wedding, brought each of these girls into the
+world and played with them on his knees? Now they had grown up to be
+young women, they looked upon him as their second father.
+
+Blaine, poor fellow, little thought that the end was so near! That's
+what he had got for giving up his life to the most exciting and
+ungrateful profession in the world. He had worked himself to death for
+a pittance, until, giving way under the strain, his constitution
+completely undermined, he proved an easy victim for pneumonia. If he
+had been less scrupulous, more of a grafter, if he had seen in his
+profession only the money to be made out of it, he might have been a
+rich man by this time. But he was honest, honorable to a fault. No
+amount of money could induce him to take tainted money. No matter what
+legal white washing he was promised, he would have nothing to do with
+thieves and perjurers. What was the result? After twenty years of
+legal practice he was still a poor man and here on his deathbed,
+suddenly struck down in the prime of life before he had time to
+properly provide for his dear ones.
+
+Probably there was no insurance. In fact, everyone knew that there was
+not. Blaine had admitted as much to him some time ago. He had said
+then that he had only $2,000 worth, but intended getting more. Now it
+was too late. Only a few paltry dollars--barely enough to bury him.
+
+The comfortably furnished room with its piano, books and pictures and
+other scattered evidence of culture and refinement, showed the manner
+in which the Blaines liked to live. Through the open window, affording
+a fine view of Central Park, with its rolling lawns, winding paths and
+masses of green foliage, came the distant sounds of busy traffic on
+the Avenue, ten stories below. Of course, they would have to give up
+all this. There was not the slightest hope for the patient. He was
+past human aid. It was only a question of a few hours, perhaps only
+minutes, when the end would come. Yet how could he break the terrible
+truth to this poor woman, to these children who now stood watching
+him, their lips not daring to give utterance to the dread question he
+could plainly read in their tired, red eyes?
+
+There was an unnatural silence. When anyone spoke it was in an almost
+inaudible whisper. Each seemed to feel that Death, grim and awful of
+aspect, was stalking invisible through the room. From behind the
+closed door where the father and husband lay dying there came no
+sound. Only an occasional sob from the wife, and the movements of the
+two girls as they endeavored to console her, relieved the oppressive
+stillness. Suddenly the doctor's eye encountered Mrs. Blaine's
+searching, questioning gaze. Averting his head, he said:
+
+"We must wait and hope for the best. You must be brave. He may rally.
+I don't like the heart action. That's what bothers me. If there's
+another sinking spell--"
+
+Mrs. Blaine laid her cold, trembling hand on his. Quickly she said:
+
+"You won't go away?"
+
+He shook his head.
+
+"Of course not. I'll stay until the crisis is past."
+
+The bedchamber door opened softly and the nurse appeared, with a
+worried look on her face.
+
+"What is it, nurse," demanded the physician quickly.
+
+"May I see you a minute, doctor?"
+
+Dr. Everett went towards the bedroom. Mrs. Blaine was about to follow
+when he turned and barred the way.
+
+"Let me see him, doctor. Please let me go in," she pleaded.
+
+The physician shook his head. Kindly but firmly he said:
+
+"Not now. We may have to administer oxygen. You'd only be in the way.
+You are better in here taking care of your daughters. If you are
+needed I'll call you."
+
+He disappeared into the inner room, and Mrs. Blaine, feeling faint
+from anxiety and suspense, sank exhausted into a chair. The two girls,
+nervous and ill at ease, too young to grasp the full significance of
+the calamity that had befallen them, approached timidly. Fanny, the
+elder girl, stood still, alarm and consternation written plainly on
+her face. Her younger sister, bursting into a paroxysm of weeping,
+threw her arms round her mother's neck.
+
+"Oh, mother!" she sobbed. "Surely God won't let papa be taken from us!
+I wouldn't believe in Him any more if He couldn't prevent that!"
+
+Mrs. Blaine raised one hand reprovingly as with the other she caressed
+her daughter's beautiful, long, dark hair.
+
+"Hush! Virginia, dear. It's wicked to talk like that. God does
+everything for the best. If it is His will, we must be resigned."
+
+Clasping her sobbing child to her breast, Mrs. Blaine sat in silence,
+her heart throbbing wildly, straining her ears to hear what was being
+done in the inner room, momentarily expecting to be summoned. As she
+sat there, enduring mental torture, each moment seeming like an hour,
+she rapidly thought over the situation. In spite of her grief, her
+helplessness, her brain worked lucidly enough. She realized that her
+husband was dying. Her life's companion, the father of her children,
+was going away from her--forever. Like a lightning flash, her whole
+life passed suddenly in review: She saw herself a young girl again,
+about Virginia's age, and with the same fondness for gaiety and
+companionship. She, too, had been fond of music, art and literature,
+and she was filled with ambition to make a name for herself. One day
+she met John Blaine, then a young law student. It was a case of love
+at first sight. They did not stop to consider ways and means. They got
+married, and to-day, after thirty years of loving companionship, her
+only regret was that she could not die before him. John had been a
+loyal friend, a faithful companion, both in fair weather and foul, and
+now their life's journey together had come to an abrupt end. It was
+too dreadful to think of. It seemed to her that all these happenings
+of the last few days--this sudden sickness, the coming of the trained
+nurse, Dr. Everett's grave demeanor--was a hideous dream from which
+she would soon awake.
+
+Their situation was, indeed, desperate. It had taken practically all
+John's income to live respectably. Living expenses were high and rents
+exorbitant. What made matters worse, there was practically no life
+insurance. John had intended taking out more, but it had been
+neglected. After the funeral and other expenses what would be left of
+the paltry $2,000? They would have to find a cheaper apartment. The
+girls--she herself--would have to find work of some kind. It would be
+terribly hard on the girls. Not only they lost a loving, devoted
+father, but at an age when a nice home, and comfortable surroundings
+meant everything in ensuring their future, they would find themselves
+penniless and forced to go out into a cold, unsympathetic world to
+earn their living. Fanny, she knew, would not mind. She was fond of
+work and had no artistic aspirations; but the blow would fall heavily
+on poor Virginia, who had set her heart on going to high school.
+
+"Why are you so silent, mother dear?" asked Virginia suddenly. "Of
+what are you thinking?"
+
+"Just thinking--that's all," sighed Mrs. Blaine.
+
+Virginia, not to be put off so easily, was about to insist on an
+answer less vague, when suddenly the bedroom door opened and Dr.
+Everett appeared. He advanced quickly into the room, his coat rumpled,
+his manner strangely agitated. It was so unusual to see the physician
+otherwise than calm and dignified that it seemed incredible that
+anything, no matter how important, could ruffle him. Mrs. Blaine's
+instinct told her the reason. Startled, she sprang to her feet.
+
+"My God!" she exclaimed. "He's not--"
+
+The doctor shook his head.
+
+"No; a weak spell--that's all. You'd better come in. The children can
+remain here."
+
+The next instant the two sisters were alone.
+
+For a few moments the girls, their arms clasped round each other's
+waists, stood still, as if spellbound, staring at the door which
+mercifully veiled from their view the tragedy of life then being
+enacted in the adjoining room. Terror-stricken, too frightened even to
+cry, they sat down and waited, straining their ears to hear what was
+going on. Why had Doctor Everett summoned their mother? If Dad was
+worse, if the crisis had come, why were they, too, not permitted to
+see him? Instinctively they felt that their fears were only too well
+founded. They shuddered, and it seemed to them that they felt a chill
+in the air as if the Angel of Death had already entered the apartment
+and was hovering near them. Virginia, nervous and hysterical, began to
+cry. Fanny, endeavoring to appear brave, but inwardly as nervous, took
+the girl in her arms and spoke consolingly and sensibly to her as
+became an elder sister.
+
+But Virginia obstinately refused to be comforted. Burying her face on
+her sister's shoulder, she gave free vent to the storm of tears which
+had been gathering in her girlish bosom all day. Devoted to her father
+even more than to her mother, the mere thought of losing him was
+intolerable. He was her comrade, her adviser, her mentor. All she had
+undertaken or was about to undertake was to please him. If she had
+excelled in her studies and advanced more rapidly than other girls in
+her class, he was the cause. She needed his praise, his censure to
+spur her on in her work. With him gone, it seemed to her that her own
+life, too, had come to an end, not realizing, in her youthful
+inexperience, that it had not yet commenced.
+
+She was a singularly attractive girl and gave every promise of
+developing into a remarkably handsome woman. Slight and somewhat
+delicate in build, she was of brunette type, with a face oval in
+shape, small features and large, lustrous eyes shaded by unusually
+long lashes. The nose was aristocratic, and when she spoke her mouth,
+beautifully curved, revealed perfect teeth. Her hands were white and
+shapely, and the mass of dark, silky hair which fell luxuriantly over
+her shoulders was the despair of every other girl of her acquaintance.
+
+But it was not the possession of these mere externals that made people
+look twice at Virginia Blaine. If she had had only beauty there would
+have been nothing to particularly distinguish her from the many
+millions of girls to whom Nature has been kind. Beauty _per se_
+has no permanent power to attract. One soon tires of admiring an
+inanimate piece of sculpture, no matter how perfectly chiselled. If a
+woman lacks intelligence, _esprit_, temperament, men soon grow
+weary of her society, even though she have the beauty of a Venus de
+Medici; whereas, even a plain woman, by sheer force of soul and wit,
+can attract friends and make the world forget her ugliness. What made
+John Blaine's younger daughter an especial favorite was that in her
+case good looks were allied with brains. She made friends by her
+natural charm, her vivacity, her keen intelligence and uncommon
+strength of character, which, despite her youth, she had exhibited on
+more than one occasion. She was a merry-hearted, spirited, independent
+kind of a girl with decided views of her own regarding right and wrong
+and with the courage to express them. As the poet wrote:
+
+
+  Her glossy hair was clustered o'er her brow
+  Bright with intelligence and fair and smooth;
+  Her eyebrow's shape was the aerial bow,
+  Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth
+  Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow,
+  As if her veins ran lightning.
+
+
+Two sisters more unlike in character and tastes it would be almost
+impossible to discover. Fanny, the elder, lacked not only Virginia's
+good looks, and also her brains. Yet she was good-natured and
+easy-going, and, as long as she had her own way, managed to get along
+with everybody. She went through the lower grades of public school,
+but did not shine as a particularly bright pupil, evincing little love
+for books, and shirking study when possible. Her fondness for
+amusement and her uncultivated taste also led to her associating
+habitually with companions beneath her socially. She was a thoroughly
+good girl. A vulgar allusion would have shocked her, an impertinence
+she would have quickly resented; yet she seemed of a coarser fibre
+than the rest of the family, the reason for which, seeing that both
+girls had equal advantages and opportunities, only an expert
+psychologist could explain. She had gone through school mechanically
+as an unpleasant task to be gotten over with as soon as possible,
+taking no interest in her work, and when she came out her brain was a
+sluggish and unresponsive as one might expect. Well aware of her
+shortcomings, she made light of them, insisting laughingly that she
+was the dunce of the family and Virginia its genius. She would do the
+drudgery of housekeeping while her sister went to college.
+
+There was no bitterness, no jealousy in this apparent rivalry. Fanny
+was devoted to her little sister and proud of her cleverness. She
+declared that one day Virginia would make a brilliant marriage and
+then she could pay it all back. That Virginia should ultimately go to
+college had been fully determined on. Everything attracted her to a
+liberal education. She was ambitious; she craved knowledge and showed
+talent in almost everything--in music, composition, painting. To her a
+liberal education would mean everything--the widening of her mental
+horizon, the initiation into keen, intellectual delights. No matter
+what sacrifice was to be made, to college the girl should go. So
+declared the parents.
+
+Now all was changed. This blow which robbed her of her father also
+shattered her hopes for the future. All this flashed through
+Virginia's mind as they sat there, waiting. Turning to her sister, she
+said through her tears:
+
+"If the worst happened--Fan--if Dad died--we couldn't go on living
+here, could we?"
+
+Fanny shook her head. Sagely she replied:
+
+"No, I'm afraid not. Father's got no insurance. Mother says we've
+lived up to everything. I guess I'll have to go to work--"
+
+"So will I," said Virginia quickly.
+
+"What nonsense you talk, Virgie!" interrupted her sister almost
+angrily. "As if you were intended for work! Nature intended you to be
+a lady, and a lady you'll be if I have to work all the flesh off my
+bones. Don't you suppose mother and I haven't talked it over already."
+With mock contempt she went on: "You work! What at, I'd like to know.
+Giving music lessons or writing articles for the ten-cent magazines!
+It's different with 'yours truly.' I'm not a highbrow. I never cared
+for books or culture and all that sort of thing. But I guess as a
+saleslady in some store I'll make a hit. Anyway, I'll make enough to
+keep things going--so there'll be enough for you and mother.
+Now--there isn't any use arguing. It's college for yours, Virgie, and
+when you graduate you'll marry a millionaire and we'll all be happy
+and comfy."
+
+Virginia was about to protest when suddenly there was a commotion
+behind them. The bedroom door was abruptly opened and Dr. Everett came
+in, supporting Mrs. Blaine, who was weeping bitterly. The two girls
+sprang to their feet with a startled cry.
+
+"How's father?" they exclaimed.
+
+Staggering to a chair, Mrs. Blaine clasped both her children to her
+breast.
+
+"Your father is in Heaven!" she murmured.
+
+Then she fell prostrate on the sofa, her whole being shaken by
+convulsive sobs. Virginia, panic-stricken, darted forward, but the
+Doctor held out a restraining hand.
+
+"Don't, child--let her cry. It will do her good."
+
+
+
+
+Chapter II.
+
+
+"Fanny! Where are my scissors? Did you take my scissors?"
+
+Seated in the centre of the small parlor, before a round table fairly
+well lighted by an electrolier suspended from the middle of the
+ceiling and littered with chiffons and laces, Mrs. Blaine stopped
+sewing and began a laborious search all over the board for the missing
+article. Finally the scissors were found hidden in the folds of what
+some day would be a graduation dress, but no sooner were they in use
+than something else was missing. Impatiently, the widow called out:
+
+"Fanny! I do wish you'd come here. I'll never get this dress done. Did
+you see the roll of satin ribbon?"
+
+But Fanny, busy just then with a customer in the outer shop, paid no
+attention to the summons. Virginia's new dress could wait--it was a
+whole month to graduation day anyhow--but business was not so good
+that one could afford to neglect a possible purchaser.
+
+Four summers had gone by since John Blaine's death yet in that
+comparatively brief space of time, his widow appeared to have aged ten
+years or more. Now bent, infirm, a chronic invalid, she did not look
+as if she would long survive him. The world goes on just the same no
+matter whose heart is breaking, and time flies so quickly that the
+happenings of a decade seem only of yesterday. But John Blaine was not
+forgotten. The flowers that each week decorated his grave, placed
+there by loving hands, served to keep fresh the father's memory.
+
+As far as was possible, the bereaved wife tried to keep to herself the
+sorrow that had slowly but surely undermined her health and made her
+an old woman before her hour. In her heart she knew that she would not
+long remain after the dear departed one; all she asked was that she
+should live long enough to see her girls happily married and taken
+care of. At first it had seemed as if existence without him was
+impossible, yet the regular routine of life must go on. Besides it was
+not fair to the girls. Her own life was irretrievably wrecked, but
+theirs had barely begun. It would be selfish to allow her grief to
+cast a permanent shadow over their young lives. They loved their
+father very dearly; his death had been a great shock to them. But they
+were young. They had a thousand outside interests to distract their
+attention. And youth, with its gaze still turned upward to the stars,
+soon forgets.
+
+When everything was settled, the widow found herself with a little
+less than $3,000, all she possessed in the world. To attempt to live
+on the interest alone of such a slender capital was obviously an
+impossibility, so it was decided that they would move uptown, where
+they would not be known, and open a little millinery shop. This was a
+bright idea that had occurred to Fanny. She had always been clever at
+trimming hats. Why not put her skill to commercial profit? She and her
+mother could very well attend to such a business, while Virginia
+continued in school. If they were only fairly successful, the income
+would pay expenses, carry them along and help keep their capital
+intact. Dr. Everett heartily approved the plan, not only because it
+might prove a source of steady income, but also because it would be
+distraction for the widow and help her to forget. Mrs. Blaine somewhat
+reluctantly consented, and the girls set out enthusiastically to look
+for a shop.
+
+After no end of running here and there all over New York, they found
+just what they wanted in one of the cheaper and more recently
+developed districts of Harlem. It was a narrow little store, with a
+fair-sized show window on Broadway, and with living rooms in the rear.
+Fanny declared it was just too cute for anything, and as she was the
+prime mover in the enterprise, a lease was signed without further
+delay, and the Blaine family took immediate possession.
+
+At first the girls were as delighted with their new home as are
+children with a new toy. It being Summer time, there was no school for
+Virginia, so she was free to assist in the store. She dressed the
+window and waited on the customers, and after a very busy day, which
+kept her on her feet from morning till night, thought she had never
+had so much fun in her life. For the nonce, books and music were
+forgotten. She was a smart little saleslady, succeeding in selling one
+after the other, for ten dollars, hats which had cost Fanny not more
+than two. But her cooeperation was not to be for long. It was quite
+decided that in the Fall she was to go to High School. This was her
+mother's wish, and it had also been insisted upon by Fanny as a
+condition of their taking the store. Virginia, at heart, was glad
+enough to acquiesce. As they were too poor to keep a maid, she would
+willingly have stayed at home and shouldered her share of the daily
+toil, but an education meant a great deal to her, more than to most
+girls, and she would have relinquished her schooling only with bitter
+regret.
+
+Autumn came with its cooler weather and longer evenings, and when High
+School opened Virginia was sent to resume her studies, while her
+sister and mother, busy in the store, exerted every effort to keep the
+little household going. The younger girl felt keenly the sacrifice
+they were making for her, and determined to prove worthy of it. She
+began to apply herself more energetically than ever. A clever, brainy
+girl, she was highly sensitive to every surrounding influence, with
+ideas and ideals of her own, in full sympathy with the social side of
+life, yet independent and self-reliant, and just beginning to choose
+her own path in the bewildering maze of the world's devious
+thoroughfare. In High School she made astonishing progress. Her fine
+mentality enabled her to grasp quickly the most obtuse scientific and
+economic problems, and her natural taste for _belles lettres_
+making languages and general literature comparatively easy, she soon
+distinguished herself above the other girls of her class. Especial
+talent she showed for public speaking, having a good command of
+English, with forcible delivery and sound logic. So successful,
+indeed, was she in this respect, that in her final year, as graduation
+day drew near, she was picked out from among three hundred and fifty
+girls to deliver the class oration at the graduating exercises.
+
+Mrs. Blaine, overjoyed at this fulfillment of her fondest hopes, at
+once said she would make the graduation dress. Fanny and Virginia,
+knowing well the labor it would involve, demurred. It was too much of
+an undertaking. Their mother was far from strong; the sewing would
+tire her eyes. Besides, they could not spare the time from the store.
+It would be cheaper and quicker to buy the dress ready made. Even Dr.
+Everett, when consulted, shook his head and tried to discourage the
+widow from a task which he was afraid might prove beyond her strength.
+But Mrs. Blaine was not to be put off so easily. Since their father's
+death, she had let the girls have much their own way, but this time
+she was determined. It would be a labor of love, she insisted. Daddie,
+himself, would have wished it. And so, without further ado, work on
+the beloved graduation dress was commenced.
+
+And such work as it entailed! Running down town each instant, to buy
+satin and ribbon and laces and lining, unable to find what was wanted,
+or else purchasing something that did not suit and having to take it
+back and exchange it for something else. The girls literally wore
+their shoes to pieces, but they did not mind. They knew that making
+this graduation dress was the one great joy that had come into their
+mother's life since their father's death, and they were amply rewarded
+when, after a long and arduous shopping tour they returned home with
+the required article and handed it to her as she bent low over her
+work at the board she would look up with a smile and exclaim:
+
+"Oh, isn't it beautiful? That's just what I wanted! Now I can get on
+with Virginia's dress."
+
+Thus, between working and studying, the days passed pleasantly enough.
+The little shop prospered, and all three were happy, each in her own
+way, Fanny in looking after the customers, Virginia in doing her
+lessons, Mrs. Blaine in working on her beloved graduation dress.
+
+It was about this time that a romance came into Fanny's heretofore
+prosaic existence. So far the poor girl had not enjoyed much of life.
+Her time spent between four walls, there was a very narrow horizon to
+her outlook on things. She rarely went out, took no part in the
+pleasures and gaieties of other young women of her age. When not
+waiting on customers, she was cooking. Yet she was always good-natured
+about it. Laughingly she called herself Cinderella, because, while her
+more favored sister might be dressing up to go to recitals, lectures
+or concerts, she would be in the kitchen washing up the dishes. She
+took it amiably, yet there were times when she had a quiet cry all to
+herself, when she thought that her mother, instead of being so much
+engrossed in making a fine graduation dress for sister, might remember
+that she, too, needed something pretty to wear.
+
+When, therefore, one evening at a neighbor's party, she happened to
+meet a young man who went considerably out of his way to pay her
+attention, she was greatly flattered and gratified. The very novelty
+of it startled her. Until now none of the eligible young men had so
+much as looked at her. Virginia, quite innocently, of course, had
+always monopolized their society. But this particular young man, whose
+name was James Gillie, seemed not in the least attracted to Virginia.
+In fact, he rather avoided her, appearing to be somewhat intimidated
+by her well-bred manners and cultured conversation. He made no secret
+of his preference for the homelier virtues of the elder sister, whose
+irrepressible propensity for picturesque, up-to-date slang and
+free-and-easy style put them on a more equal social footing. So began
+an acquaintance which resulted in the young man becoming a frequent
+and intimate visitor at the Blaine home.
+
+Mr. James Gillie was an original in more ways than one, and it was
+some time before either Mrs. Blaine or Virginia could bring themselves
+to approve Fanny's liking for a young man with ways so uncouth and
+vulgar and whose antecedents were obviously so plebeian. Of Irish
+parentage, but American born, James Gillie was a product of the newest
+America, the typical _gamin_ of New York's streets, fresh and
+slangy in speech, keen to the main chance, not over scrupulous, shrewd
+and calculating. Fair and slight in build, he was about twenty-six
+years old and his upper lip was adorned with a few thinly scattered
+hairs, which he proudly termed a moustache. Otherwise he was
+unintelligent and ordinary looking, one of the many thousands of New
+York young men who, graduates of the slums, have been left to shift
+for themselves, and whose chief intellectual pastime has been standing
+on street corners reading baseball returns. Not only had he no
+education, but he was rather proud of the fact, affecting to despise
+bookish people as prigs and "high-brows." Incompetent and lazy,
+without any real ability, he worked only because he had to, and his
+standing grievance was that he was misunderstood, unappreciated and
+underpaid. The one good side to his nature, and the one which,
+perhaps, appealed most to Fanny, was the unconscious possession of a
+rich fund of humor. He was funny without intending to be, and this not
+only made him a diverting companion but ensured him a welcome
+everywhere. With the straightest of faces, he would say funny things
+in so ludicrous a manner that a roomful of people would go into
+convulsions. He laughed with them, not realizing they were laughing at
+him, but ever preening himself on being a very witty and clever person
+indeed. His greatest fault was inordinate vanity. He had the highest
+opinion of his own capacity, and he could never understand why
+capitalists generally did not tumble over each other to secure his
+services. At the present time he was earning the magnificent salary of
+ten dollars a week as shipping clerk, but this, he explained, was only
+a nominal stipend, as a starter. Before very long he would be
+president of the company. His hobby was inventing things. So far he
+had not made enough by his brain to purchase a collar button, but
+ideas were coming thick and fast, and he was convinced that the day
+was not far distant when he would make a great fortune. That is why,
+all things considered, he believed himself, despite his obscure origin
+and lack of education, a desirable match for the proudest girl in the
+land.
+
+"Fanny! Where's my tape measure? I can't find my tape measure."
+
+Once more Mrs. Blaine laid down her work and began to rummage among
+the mass of chiffons and laces piled up before her. In the shop
+outside she could hear her daughter laughing and talking. Impatiently
+the widow called out:
+
+"Can't you come and help me, Fanny? Who are you talking to?"
+
+"It's Mr. Gillie, mother," came the answer. "He's helping me close the
+store."
+
+A look of anxiety crossed Mrs. Blaine's face. It went against the
+grain to entertain a person like Mr. Gillie, but for her child's sake
+she said nothing, and when he called, as he had done very frequently
+recently, she had tried to receive him as cordially as possible. But
+to-night she was very tired. At times she felt dizzy and faint. His
+interminable chatter and boasting would only weary her more. So,
+hoping the visitor would take the hint, she called out again:
+
+"Isn't Virginia home yet? It's getting very late."
+
+"She couldn't be here yet," called out Fanny. "The concert's not over
+till ten. We've all closed up now. I'm coming right in."
+
+A moment later the young girl appeared, followed more leisurely by Mr.
+Gillie.
+
+The shipping clerk entered jauntily, a lighted cigar in his mouth,
+full of self-assurance. He wore a check suit much too small for him, a
+pink tie, and patent-leather shoes. Fanny's face was red and her
+manner somewhat flustered, but this the mother, bent low over her
+work, did not notice.
+
+"Good evening, m'm," said Mr. Gillie, coolly seating himself without
+waiting to be asked. Sitting back, crossing his legs and carelessly
+flecking his cigar ash on the floor, he added in patronizing tones:
+"How's the world using you?"
+
+"Good evening, Mr. Gillie," returned the widow graciously. "How are
+you?"
+
+"Oh, fairly well to middlin'." Glancing at the littered table, he
+said: "Still busy on the graduation dress, I see."
+
+Mrs. Blaine sighed wearily.
+
+"Yes--it's taking me longer than I bargained for. Sometimes I feel
+very tired. I wish Virginia was here to try it on."
+
+Fanny glanced at the clock. With a quick, significant look at Mr.
+Gillie, she said quickly:
+
+"She'll be here any moment now. The concert is usually out by this
+time." There was an awkward pause and then she stammered: "Mr. Gillie
+has something to say to you, mother."
+
+Mrs. Blaine laid down her work and looked up in surprise.
+
+"Something to say to me?" she echoed in amazement, looking inquiringly
+from her daughter to the visitor.
+
+But Fanny, her face crimson, had already bolted into the kitchen,
+while Mr. Gillie, his chair tilted backward, a picture of magnificent
+unconcern, coolly blew smoke rings into the air.
+
+"Something to say to me?" repeated Mrs. Blaine.
+
+"Asch--ooah!"
+
+His chair suddenly returning to the floor level with a thud that shook
+the house, Mr. Gillie sneezed violently, a physiological phenomenon
+which curiously enough never failed to present itself when any
+extraordinary pressure was put upon his brain cells. Wiping his watery
+eyes with a pink-bordered handkerchief--a color he rather affected--he
+began eloquently:
+
+"Mrs. Blaine, you're a sensible woman. I feel I can talk to you plain.
+There comes a time in every man's life when he feels lonesome--when it
+looks good to him to have someone round all the time, looking after
+things--his dinner, his clothes, and so on. Why, sometimes I go around
+for weeks with my suspenders only half fastened, just because I've got
+no one to sew a button on. It gets on a feller's nerves--yes, it
+does--until at last he says to himself: 'Jimmie, my boy, you've
+knocked about alone long enough. You want to hitch up with some girl
+and take it easy a bit.'" He stopped a moment to gauge the effect of
+his words, but as Mrs. Blaine gave no sign that she understood what he
+was driving at, he proceeded: "I'm not much good at speechifying. With
+the frills all cut and to come to the point, this is what it is: Fanny
+seems the kind of girl I'm looking for, and I don't see I could do any
+better. I've just asked her, and now it's kinder up to you--"
+
+The widow took off her spectacles and gasped. Could she have heard
+aright? He was actually asking for Fanny. She was amazed not so much
+at his monumental selfishness and impudence as that Fanny herself
+could have given him the slightest encouragement. She fully realized
+that times had changed since the days when they lifted their heads
+proudly in the world, but to sink as low as this seemed too terrible,
+too humiliating. Yet, after all, could she blame her daughter? What
+was her present life, what would be her future, without education,
+without money--unless she had someone who could take care of her?
+Dissembling her indignation as much as possible, she inquired suavely:
+
+"This takes me very much by surprise, Mr. Gillie. You will, of course,
+allow me leisure to talk it over with my daughter. May I ask if your
+means permit you to provide a comfortable home for Fanny--the kind of
+home to which she has been accustomed?"
+
+The muscles of Mr. Gillie's nostrils contracted and for a moment it
+looked as if his slight frame were again about to be shaken
+convulsively by a mighty sneeze, but the spasm passed. He merely
+coughed loudly to clear his throat. Then, glancing round the room in
+which he was sitting, he said:
+
+"Oh, I guess we'll be able to put on as good a front as this, all
+right, all right." Tilting his chair back until it seemed physically
+impossible that he could maintain his balance, he went on between
+puffs of his cigar:
+
+"You see, m'm, I'm not the kind of man that's satisfied to go on
+working all his life for only just enough to keep body and soul
+together. That's all right maybe for pikers--poor devils that have no
+spunk--but not for 'yours truly.' I'm a pusher, a climber, I am, and,
+what's more, I'm a man with ideas. No one can keep me down in the
+world. One of these days I'll be driving my own automobile and Fanny
+will be riding in it with me. It's no 'guff' I'm giving you. I'm the
+real 'goods.'"
+
+"You are a shipping clerk, I believe," said Mrs. Blaine when she could
+get in a word sideways.
+
+"Yes, m'm," he snapped, "a shipping clerk--what of it?"
+
+"Is that a very--lucrative position?"
+
+He laughed derisively as if it was absurd to imagine he was going to
+remain a shipping clerk all his life.
+
+"Oh, I'm only a clerk now, but I'll be boss some day--see if I don't."
+
+"Might I ask what your present income is?" inquired the widow blandly.
+
+For the first time Mr. Gillie seemed at a loss for an answer.
+Awkwardly shifting his cigar to the other corner of his mouth, he
+stammered:
+
+"I'm not getting much now--ten a week--that's all." Hastily he
+continued: "But it won't be for long. The big men down town know
+me--they know what I'm worth to them. They're just watching me. Any
+day they may make me an offer that would land me in Easy Street.
+Besides, sooner or later I'll astonish people with one of my
+inventions. I'm full of new ideas. Some of them are bound to make
+money. It's a cinch!"
+
+How long he would have continued in this strain there is no telling,
+for, although not talkative usually, he always became extraordinarily
+loquacious when encouraged to speak of his own affairs. Utterly
+exhausted by his chatter and feeling dreadfully tired, Mrs. Blaine
+began to wish that her unwelcome visitor would go. The room was full
+of tobacco smoke and his free-and-easy manner irritated her extremely.
+Of course, his proposal was ridiculous, an impertinence. It was
+Fanny's fault for having encouraged him. But it was best to say
+nothing--to just drop him gently. An awkward pause followed during
+which the widow, fatigued as she was, plied her needle more
+industriously than ever, while the would-be Benedict, nicely balanced
+on his chair, amused himself sending rings of smoke up to the ceiling.
+Happily, at this juncture, Fanny returned from the kitchen. She had
+noticed the strained silence and feared it boded ill. A glance at her
+mother's face was enough. Quickly she exclaimed:
+
+"Now, mother, you must go to bed. Mr. Gillie will excuse you, I'm
+sure. It's getting real late."
+
+Taking the hint, the shipping clerk rose to his feet. With a grin he
+said:
+
+"That's right, m'm--all work and no play don't agree with nobody.
+That's my maxim. Well, good night, ladies!" As he shuffled off,
+accompanied to the door by Fanny, he said in an undertone: "It's O.K.,
+Fan--I put it to her good and hard--it's you for mine, all right!"
+
+As they passed along the dark passage he profited by the opportunity
+to snatch a kiss, and as they bade each other good-bye he said:
+
+"You'd better get after mother. She was for handing me a nice, juicy
+lemon, but I gave her a line of talk that fetched her. Good night,
+sweetheart!"
+
+Just as he was going out at the front door, Virginia came up.
+
+"Good evening, Mr. Gillie," she said politely.
+
+He laughed as he chucked her playfully under the chin.
+
+"Mr. Gillie?" he echoed. "What's the matter with James or Jimmie? Good
+night, little sis!"
+
+With a boisterous laugh he went out into the street and shut the door.
+Virginia, astounded, looked at her sister and laughed.
+
+"What's the matter with him to-night?" she exclaimed. "Is he crazy?"
+Without waiting for an answer, she added quickly: "How's mother?"
+
+Fanny averted her face. She dreaded taking Virginia into her
+confidence; somehow she could not tell her. Briefly she said:
+
+"She's very tired--been working until now. We expected you home
+earlier. She wanted to try on the dress."
+
+Quickly removing her hat and coat which she threw on a convenient
+chair, Virginia answered:
+
+"The concert was out later than usual. Dr. Everett was there. He
+brought me to the corner. How long has Mr. Gillie been here?"
+
+"All evening," replied Fanny. Then suddenly the elder sister flung her
+arms round Virginia's neck.
+
+"Virgie!" she exclaimed, "what do you think? Mr. Gillie has asked me
+to marry him."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+
+Each day brought graduation day nearer, and Mrs. Blaine, becoming more
+and more nervous as the great event approached, made strenuous efforts
+to get the dress finished in time. There were vexatious delays without
+number. It was difficult to find the right material or else something
+went wrong with the measurements and all had to be done over again.
+From morning till night, day after day, the old lady sat in doors, at
+the table piled high with dressmaker's litter, deeply engrossed in her
+self-appointed labor of love.
+
+In vain Virginia and Fanny protested. Their mother refused to listen
+to them. This dress, she insisted, was her one joy in life. It would
+be cruel to deprive her of anything which afforded her so much
+pleasure. They said no more, but they noticed with alarm that each day
+their mother seemed to age a year. Her cheeks became more hollow, her
+face more chalky white. She complained continually of pains in the
+region of the heart, and it was plainly discernible that she was
+rapidly growing more feeble.
+
+One day when Dr. Everett was paying them one of his regular weekly
+visits Virginia took him aside and told him of her anxiety. He seemed
+to know already what she had to say. Taking both her hands in his, in
+that big-hearted, paternal manner so characteristic of him, he said
+impressively:
+
+"Dear child--you must be brave. You cannot expect to have your mother
+always with you. She is tired and world-weary. She has earned that
+beautiful, eternal sleep which alone brings perfect peace. An organic
+disease of the heart, which remained latent up to the time of your
+father's death, has now become very pronounced. Trouble and sorrow
+have aggravated the condition. Your mother may live for years; then
+again she may pass away from us any time. One never can tell what will
+happen when the heart is in that state."
+
+A long spell of weeping followed this confidential chat with the
+doctor, and for days Virginia went about only a shadow of her former
+self.
+
+How cruel was life! she mused. First to lose her father, and now her
+best, her only friend! What would she do when her mother was gone?
+Fanny was hardly a companion. She was so different; her tastes and
+pursuits were not the same. There was not the same bond of sympathy
+between them. If anything happened, they would, of course, go on
+living together as usual, but how different their life would be!
+
+Nothing further had been said regarding Mr. Gillie's proposal. Fanny
+had not mentioned it again, and both Virginia and Mrs. Blaine were
+silent. Instinctively Fanny knew that her mother and sister
+disapproved of the match and inwardly she resented it. Why should they
+interfere with her happiness? She had a right to look after her own
+interests. What better offer could she expect? Suppose James was a
+rough diamond; he might still make a better husband than some other
+man better educated. He had had no advantages, but he was respectable
+and clever. Everyone admitted that he was smart. His ideas were simply
+wonderful. One of these days he would make a lot of money with his
+brains, and then she would be proud to be his wife. Thus she reasoned
+and, once she made up her mind, nothing could alter it. Mr. Gillie
+continued his visits and made himself quite at home until, at last,
+they all called him by his first name and it became quite natural to
+see him there. There was no more talk of marriage, but both Mrs.
+Blaine and Virginia soon arrived at the conclusion that he and Fanny
+were tacitly engaged.
+
+Virginia sometimes wondered if she herself would ever marry, and, if
+so, what kind of man she would choose for a husband. What she knew and
+heard of marriage had not filled her with any keen anxiety to enter
+the married state, or with any profound respect for matrimony as a
+social institution. In theory it was beautiful; in practice it left
+much to be desired. Like any thoughtful girl having a broad, sane
+outlook on life, she fully appreciated the dangers and unhappiness
+that may attend unions entered into lightly and carelessly, without
+such safeguards as regards morals and health, as a paternal State
+should properly control.
+
+Although a girl of high moral principles, she was not innocent. Are
+there any such? Innocence is, of necessity, the sister of ignorance.
+The conditions of modern existence render it impossible for any girl,
+once she has attained the age of fifteen, to continue unacquainted
+with the main facts of life, and some are initiated at an even
+tenderer age. How is it possible for any maiden to remain
+unenlightened in this regard these days when sensational, muck-raking
+prints throw the searchlight of publicity into every boudoir and spicy
+details of society's philandering fill column after column in the
+breakfast table newspaper? No matter how little curiosity a
+healthy-minded girl may have, by reason of a natural coldness of
+temperament, to acquire such knowledge, it becomes, in spite of her,
+part of her daily surroundings and she cannot escape its
+contaminating, demoralizing influence.
+
+Virginia was no fool. Now nearly nineteen, she knew everything about
+life which an intelligent girl should know. What puzzled her most was
+to determine her own mental attitude towards marriage. Not yet having
+met a man for whom she could feel any especial regard, the idea of
+forming with any man as close an association as marriage would mean
+was repellent to her. The intimate relation the marital tie
+pre-supposes frightened and appalled her as it has done many times
+before thousands of passionless, strongly intellectual women who,
+bringing cold analysis to bear on the sexual instinct, rebel at the
+subordinate, humiliating role which the weaker sex is called upon to
+play in Nature's vast and wonderfully complex scheme.
+
+Not that she was passionless or lacking in temperament. The girl in
+"whose veins ran lightning" could hardly be accused of indifference to
+the opposite sex. She liked several young men, but there was not one
+of them whom she could bring herself to think of in the light of a
+husband. Girls often married for other than sentimental reasons. Of
+that she was well aware. Self-interest was at the bottom of most
+marriages. Cupid, guileless as he seems, is often a shrewd,
+calculating little gnome in disguise. If a girl has no means, no
+friends, no way of earning a living, what is going to become of her
+unless she seeks refuge in marriage? Her first instinct is to find a
+husband, a man sufficiently well off to support both. There was, of
+course, only one word with which to brand that sort of thing. It was a
+legalized form of prostitution, an approved system of cohabitation
+which must be horrible and detestable to any girl of decent instincts,
+no matter which way she looked at it, and yet it was a state of white
+slavery which society fully condoned and ever approved. Hundreds of
+virtuous girls thus sold themselves--to the highest bidder. The slums
+had no monopoly of the white slave traffic; it flourished equally well
+on fashionable Fifth Avenue, where its countless victims, for the
+honor of the system, managed to conceal their tears from the world.
+What did bridge-playing mothers care about their daughters' happiness
+so long as they were able to procure for them rich men who could give
+them fine houses, servants, and automobiles? It was all hideous and
+ghastly, when viewed thus sanely, and Virginia shuddered as she
+thought of it. To such degradation as this she would never sink. Never
+would she marry a man whom she did not truly love. If it came to the
+worst she would go as domestic servant or even starve rather than
+surrender her self-respect.
+
+Graduation day was almost at hand, but the dress was still unfinished.
+There was considerable work yet to be done on it. The nearer came the
+important event, the more nervous and exhausted Mrs. Blaine showed
+herself. She had already had several fainting spells and on one
+occasion the girls were so alarmed that they thought the end had come,
+peacefully and suddenly. But the widow rallied and, in spite of her
+daughter's protests, insisted on continuing with her work. Marvelling
+at her determination, touched by this pathetic exhibition of maternal
+devotion, Virginia would sit silently for hours, her eyes filled with
+tears, watching the dear, tired fingers swiftly and skillfully plying
+the needle.
+
+One evening the little family was assembled in the stuffy parlor back
+of the store. Mrs. Blaine, tired after a long day's toil, had sunk
+back in her armchair, dozing. Her head had fallen forward on her
+breast, a piece of hemming on her knee. In order not to disturb her,
+the girls conversed in low tones. Virginia was reading, her favorite
+occupation, while her elder sister, engaged perhaps more usefully, was
+darning stockings.
+
+Suddenly the front door bell rang. With an anxious glance at her
+mother to make sure that the noise had not disturbed her, Fanny
+tip-toed out of the room and presently returned, followed by James
+Gillie. The shipping clerk entered clumsily, in his characteristic,
+noisy style. Jocularly he cried out:
+
+"Good evening, everybody!"
+
+Virginia quickly held up a protesting finger, while Fanny exclaimed
+angrily:
+
+"Don't you see that mother's asleep?"
+
+Throwing his hat and coat on a sofa, the newcomer sat down gingerly on
+a chair. With a glance at the old lady, he demanded:
+
+"What's she sleepin' here for? Why don't she go to bed?"
+
+Virginia, always irritated by his _gaucheries,_ pretended not to
+hear and went on with her book, but Fanny answered him. In a whisper
+she said:
+
+"She's tired out." Anxiously she, added: "I don't like the way she
+looks to-day. I think it's the heart. I'll telephone the doctor
+to-morrow--"
+
+Jimmie gave a snort of disapproval.
+
+"Pshaw! What's the good?" he exclaimed contemptuously. "Those doctors
+can't do nothing; they're the worst kind of fakers. All they do is to
+look wise, scribble on a bit of paper some words no one can read--not
+even the druggist--and charge you a two-spot. It's to laugh!"
+
+"Dr. Everett doesn't charge us anything--so you're wrong for once,"
+interrupted Virginia, glad of the opportunity to give him a dig.
+
+"I ain't talkin' about any particular doctor," went on the shipping
+clerk, unabashed. "I'm agin all doctors. They're a bunch of crooks, I
+tell you. It's you women with your imaginary ailments who keep 'em
+going. If doctors had to depend on men for a living, they'd have to
+take to shovelling snow."
+
+"Hardly in summer time," said Virginia dryly.
+
+"No," he retorted as quickly; "then they could run ice cream parlors."
+
+Fanny, who had resumed darning her socks, smiled. She enjoyed these
+little encounters between her sister and her fiance. Virginia was no
+mean antagonist when it came to an argument, but she was no match for
+Jimmie. However, thinking the sparring had gone far enough, she
+adroitly changed the conversation.
+
+"Well, how's business to-day, Jim?"
+
+"Oh, on the blink--as usual. Nothing doing; I'm sick of the whole
+outfit. But say, girls--!"
+
+"What?" exclaimed Fanny.
+
+"You won't tell anyone if I tell you something?"
+
+Virginia looked up from her book. Even she was interested.
+
+"No," said Fanny, "we won't tell. What is it?"
+
+Jimmie sat up and cleared his throat as if preparing to make some
+highly important communication. Then, leaning forward, he said in an
+impressive tone:
+
+"I've got the greatest idea--"
+
+"Really?" exclaimed Virginia sceptically.
+
+Too full of egotism and self-importance to note her sarcasm, the young
+man beamed with self-satisfaction as he proceeded enthusiastically:
+
+"Greatest thing you ever heard of! There's millions in it. My name
+will ring round the world. If only I can get the backing, my fortune
+is made--"
+
+Fanny's face flushed with pleasure as she bent eagerly forward to hear
+every detail of this scheme which would some day make her a rich
+woman. Even if the dream never came true, the mere hope that it might
+was enough to give her a thrill. Virginia remained cold. She was more
+cynical, having already heard many speeches of the same kind and from
+the same quarter--all dealing with wonderful projects that invariably
+met with a sudden death. This announcement of a new idea, therefore,
+did not even make her look up.
+
+Expanding his chest, Jimmie proceeded with dignity.
+
+"This idea of mine will revolutionize railroad travel in this
+country--do you know that? It will bring Chicago far nearer New York
+than it is now. How? By cutting down the running time of the fastest
+trains. When the railroad men hear of it--and see how simple it
+is--they'll hail me as a public benefactor--"
+
+"But what is it?" interrupted Fanny eagerly. "You haven't told us what
+it is."
+
+Beaming with self-importance, he tilted forward on his chair. Fanny,
+tense with the excitement of suspense, strained her ears. Even
+Virginia deigned to stop reading and pay attention. Clearing his
+throat he began:
+
+"You must first understand that the chief difficulty railroads meet
+with in maintaining a fast schedule is the vexatious delays caused by
+stops at way-stations. My idea does away with all stops. I eliminate
+them entirely, and yet I pick up all the passengers who wish to travel
+by that particular train--"
+
+He stopped and looked at them as if he expected exclamations of wonder
+and demands for further explanation. Virginia looked puzzled. Fanny,
+quite excited, beamed with enthusiasm.
+
+"How do you do it?" exclaimed the elder sister admiringly. Assuredly
+she had made no mistake when she had selected so gifted a life
+partner.
+
+"Yes," demanded Virginia. "How do you pick them up?"
+
+The young man laughed outright. Confidently he went on:
+
+"Pick 'em up? It's so easy that I can't understand why no one ever
+thought of it before. Did you ever see the way the fast expresses pick
+up mail bags? Near the track there is an upright post, from which
+extends an arm. On this arm is suspended the mail bag. The onrushing
+train, which is travelling perhaps at a speed of a mile a minute, is
+fitted on the outside with a sort of hook which catches the mail bag
+and jerks it into the car. Well, that same idea can just as well be
+applied to waiting passengers as to waiting mail bags. The passengers
+would all be gathered together in a car which would wait on a siding
+for the arrival of the express. By some mechanical
+contrivance--exactly what it would be I haven't yet figured out--this
+waiting car would be instantly switched on to the rapidly-moving
+express--would become, so to speak, the rear car. The passengers would
+go forward through the vestibule to take their seats in the train
+proper and the emptied waiting car would then be unswitched and go
+back to the station to begin the performance all over again--all this
+while the train was going at top speed. Isn't that some idea? Isn't it
+a dandy?"
+
+Fanny was silent. Virginia, hardly able to control her merriment, took
+up her book again. Jim was about to enter into further details when
+suddenly there was a noise behind them. Fanny started up with a cry.
+
+"Virginia! Look!" she exclaimed.
+
+Mrs. Blaine had half fallen out of her chair. In her sleep she had
+lost her balance and slipped down sideways. With the clerk's
+assistance the two girls sat her up again. Apparently she was not
+hurt, but her eyes were closed. She was strangely silent, and her
+hands were very cold. When they laid her head gently back on the back
+of the armchair they noticed that she was very white.
+
+"She's fainted!" cried Fanny excitedly.
+
+Virginia, greatly alarmed, exclaimed anxiously:
+
+"Mother, dear, what's the matter? Speak to me."
+
+Still no answer. The girls, now thoroughly frightened, ran for
+restoratives. Virginia poured out some brandy. Even Jimmie was
+frightened out of his usual levity and self-possession. Quickly taking
+her hand, which hung over the chair limp and lifeless, he put his
+finger on her pulse.
+
+"Please telephone for the doctor, Jim!" cried Virginia, distracted,
+almost in tears.
+
+The young man looked at both girls, his face serious and white. For
+once he controlled the situation. Soberly he said:
+
+"It's too late."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+
+In a luxuriously furnished suite on an upper floor of one of New
+York's biggest and most expensive hotels two men sat carelessly
+scanning the morning newspapers before a table still covered with
+breakfast dishes. It was nearly ten o'clock, long past the hour when
+most people begin the day's work, and there was nothing, either in the
+men's dress or manner, to suggest that they belonged to the effete and
+useless idle class. On the contrary, in appearance they were typical
+business men--energy, prosperity, masterfulness, showing in their
+every word and gesture, in every line of their clean-cut,
+strong-featured faces. On this particular morning they were not
+looking their best, and the reason, as well as the explanation of
+their late rising might possibly be found in the disorder which a
+cursory glance around the room revealed. Dress coats, white ties,
+patent leather pumps and other paraphernalia of evening wear were
+scattered here and there, just as each article had been thrown down
+when they had returned home the night before, while on a side table
+were a couple of champagne bottles--empty.
+
+They were both comparatively young men. The elder of the two, a big,
+athletic fellow with smooth face and strong jaw, did not appear to be
+much over thirty-five. His companion was about the same age. Both had
+the _blase_ air of men who had lived and lived hard. All of
+life's fiercer joys they had known to excess, which explained,
+perhaps, why they were tired and disillusionized long before they had
+attained their prime. With a gesture of disgust, the elder man threw
+down his paper, and, snatching up a glass of ice-water, swallowed the
+refreshing contents at a gulp.
+
+"It's no use, Fred!" he exclaimed. "I'm no good for that late bumming.
+I guess I'm getting old. Those midnight orgies never did agree with
+me. Hot birds and cold wine are a barbaric mixture, anyhow. I'm going
+to cut it out--do you understand?--cut it out. So don't ask me
+again--it's no use. I've got a fearful headache this morning--and I'm
+so sleepy that I'd like to go to bed for a week. It's idiotic for a
+man to make such an infernal ass of himself. It knocks one out and
+renders one unfit for business. How can I go down town and understand
+what I'm doing when I've got such a head on as this? There's a
+directors' meeting to-day, too--very important. What time was it when
+we got home?"
+
+"About three o'clock, I should say," rejoined his _vis-a-vis_
+laconically, without looking up from his newspaper.
+
+In the fifteen years that they had been intimate friends Fred Hadley
+had grown so accustomed to these periodical outbursts from his old
+chum Bob Stafford that he seldom paid the slightest heed to his
+protests. Both self-made men, each had started practically in the
+gutter and by sheer dint of grit and energy forged his way to the
+front, the one as a captain of industry, the other as a promoter in
+railroading and finance. Men of exceptional capacity, success had come
+easily to them, and with success had come money and power. Hadley was
+now vice-president of one of the biggest steel concerns in the
+country, and Stafford had been even more successful. Attracted to
+railroading he had found employment with a western road, and soon
+displayed such a positive genius for organization that he quickly
+excited the attention of eastern railroad men. Quick promotion
+followed, until, at the end of ten years, he became himself a power in
+the railroad world. Shrewd deals in Wall Street had already brought
+him wealth, and the age of thirty-eight found him in control of half a
+dozen systems, his fortune already estimated at several millions, and
+his name in the railroad world one to conjure with, not only in Wall
+Street, but from New York to Frisco.
+
+Irritated at his companion's silence, Stafford repeated more loudly:
+
+"Do you hear? I'm going to cut it out!"
+
+At last Hadley, his ire roused, looked up.
+
+"Look here, Bob," he exclaimed impatiently, "you make me tired. You're
+a game sport, I don't think. It wasn't Maude's little party that
+knocked you out." Pointing significantly to the empty bottles of
+champagne on the side tables, he went on: "That's what did you up. Why
+did you soak yourself with champagne when you got home? Do you know
+you got away with two quarts of the stuff?"
+
+Stafford passed a hand over his burning brow.
+
+"The deuce I did! I don't remember. I must have been drunk when I got
+home. I took the 'fizz' to sober up on. Why did you let me?"
+
+"Let you?" echoed Hadley scornfully. "Is there any man alive capable
+of keeping you from the bottle when you've got a thirst on?"
+
+"Yes," admitted Stafford contritely, "I recall that I was d--d
+thirsty."
+
+"And instead of drinking ice water, you rang for champagne. You're a
+nice kind of fellow to moralize--you are!"
+
+Rising from the table, Hadley yawned, stretched himself, and,
+sauntering over to a window, stood looking out upon the busy city
+below. From that elevation the bird's-eye view was wonderful. The
+broad avenues below, teeming with life, the surging, confused mass of
+pedestrians and vehicles, the close network of side-streets filled
+with busy traffic, the silvery Hudson with sailing vessels and
+steamships departing for every port in the world--all this was a scene
+of which the eye never tired. The young man gazed at it for a moment,
+and then, retracing his steps, threw himself into an arm-chair.
+Lighting a cigar, he said:
+
+"These are bully rooms, all right. The view is splendid. But I don't
+see why you need to come to a hotel when you have your apartment on
+Riverside--and such an apartment!--a veritable palace, filled with
+everything one's artistic taste cares for and furnished and decorated
+to suit yourself."
+
+"That's just why," answered his companion dryly.
+
+The railroad man had left the breakfast table, and, seated at a desk
+on the other side of the room, was busy glancing over a huge batch of
+letters which had come with the morning's mail.
+
+"What do you mean by 'that's just why'?" demanded Hadley, puzzled.
+
+Stafford looked up and smiled.
+
+"Why--it's just as you said. My own place is so attractive that I
+can't do any work there. The paintings, statuary, bric-a-brac and
+what-not, distract my attention too much. If I have an important
+letter to draft, I can't think of what I want to say because my eyes
+are fascinated by the Peachblow vases on top of the bookcase. You
+haven't seen the vases, have you, Fred? They're 'peaches,' all right.
+I gave $3,000 for the pair. That's going some for a bit of breakable
+bric-a-brac. Come up to dinner some night and see them. I'll tell Oku
+you're coming, and he'll get up something good--one of his swell
+Japanese dishes."
+
+"Not on your life," interrupted the other with a grimace. "Japs and
+Chinks eat all kinds of freak things--nightingale tongues and such
+stuff. No--thanks. Your Oku's a decent little sort, as Jap butlers go,
+but when it comes to cooking, give me Christian food and a French
+_chef_ every time."
+
+Stafford laughed heartily.
+
+"Fred--my boy--you're shockingly provincial and bourgeois. I'm afraid
+I'll never make a cosmopolite out of you. Well, as I said, there is
+too much art about the place. It seems sacrilege to even think
+business there, so when I'm putting through any big deal, I just slip
+away and come to this hotel for a few days. At home I'm an art lover,
+revelling in the treasures I have succeeded in collecting; here I am a
+vulgar business person, occupied in the undignified task of making
+money. Only last week, when I was home, I got thinking out a plan one
+night in the library for a merger with a road which is cutting pretty
+badly into our business. I had thought out a plan, the details were
+working out nicely in my mind, when suddenly my gaze fell on the Corot
+hung just above my desk. You know the picture. Did you ever see more
+exquisite coloring, a more wonderful composition? Is it surprising
+that the plan for the merger quite slipped out of my head?"
+
+"Talking of exquisite coloring," interrupted Hadley irrelevantly, "did
+you notice how well Maude looked last night? If she's a day, that
+woman is forty, yet no one would take her for more than five and
+twenty. She's a marvel. No wonder Stanton is crazy about her."
+
+Stafford shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"Cosmetics and a clever hairdresser can work miracles," he said dryly.
+
+"She's a wonder, just the same--especially when you consider the life
+she's led. You know her history--a morphine fiend with the face of an
+angel. She knocked about for years before Stanton fell into her
+clutches. He's dippy about her--pays for that apartment and gives her
+a handsome allowance, bought her an automobile, pays her chauffeur,
+and all the rest of it. Did you notice that string of pearls she was
+wearing? It cost him a cool $10,000 in Paris last summer."
+
+"Why doesn't he marry her, if he's got it as bad as all that?"
+
+Hadley looked at his friend in amazement.
+
+"You're not in earnest, are you?" he demanded. "Marry a woman of that
+kind?"
+
+"Why not?" answered Stafford doggedly. "If the man thinks enough of
+her to waste so much time and money upon her let him try and reform
+her by throwing around her a cloak of respectability. Why is the woman
+what she is? Because pleasure-loving blackguards of Stanton's type
+have degraded her and made it impossible for her to hold up her head
+again among decent people."
+
+Hadley laughed outright.
+
+"Say, old man," he exclaimed, "it's easy to see you are out of sorts
+this morning. When did Bob Stafford start in to be a social reformer?
+Who ever expected such advice from the man who could always get away
+with more booze at a sitting than any man I ever knew, and who has
+been the hero of a hundred _affaires de coeur_, not all as
+respectable as that of Stanton and Maude?"
+
+The railroad man took it good-naturedly.
+
+"That's all right, Fred--rub it in all you like. It's because I've
+been an ass myself that I can see more plainly than any one, perhaps,
+what cursed folly it is. We spend our time and substance on some
+wretched wanton, who never gives us a thought save how much money she
+can squeeze out of us, and what have we in return? Nothing. The years
+slip quickly by; we find ourselves getting old, and there's no one
+round who really cares a jot whether we live or die--except, possibly
+our relatives, who look forward to the latter. Genuine affection is
+absolutely foreign to our existence. We have no one to bestow it on;
+no one to bestow it on us. To be quite frank, that is another reason
+why I don't care to spend too much time in my Riverside home. I feel
+lonesome there. The place is quiet; it lacks the life and bustle of a
+hotel, and Oku, decent little Jap as he is, hardly makes an ideal
+companion--"
+
+Sending a cloud of tobacco smoke up to the ceiling, Hadley gave vent
+to a low, expressive whistle.
+
+"So--that's where the land lays, eh? You are lonesome. In other words,
+you want a wife to share with you the artistic treasures of your
+Riverside home. You are tired of being a bachelor--"
+
+Stafford laughed--a resounding, wholesome laugh, that fairly shook the
+room.
+
+"You've guessed it, Fred, you've guessed it. You're a mind-reader. I
+confess I'm tired of bumming. You and Stanton and the rest of the boys
+are a jolly crowd. You've given me many a good time, but, I tell you,
+old man, I'm tired of it all. I want to cut away and settle down. If
+the right girl comes along, I'll marry her--"
+
+Hadley was silent for a few moments, and, sitting lazily back in the
+comfortable, deep-seated armchair, contented himself with puffing his
+cigar vigorously and emitting a prodigious quantity of smoke. Finally
+he said:
+
+"All right, Bob--you know best what you want. Try matrimony, if you've
+a mind to, but remember this--don't forget I gave you good warning.
+Marriage isn't what it's cracked up to be, by a long shot. The girl
+you're courting will seem to you a very different person after
+marriage. She'll be an old-man-of-the-sea hanging around your neck
+whom you can't shake off. Your trouble will only begin when you take
+to yourself a wife." Rising and picking up his hat and gloves, he
+added: "Now I must be going. I have an appointment at the office at
+11:30. What are you going to do? Coming down town with me?"
+
+Stafford pointed to the mass of papers and letters piled up on his
+desk. Shaking his head he replied:
+
+"No--I can't go out yet. I must answer all these letters." Helplessly
+he added: "I don't know how I'm going to tackle them. I've an awful
+headache."
+
+"Why not get a stenographer?"
+
+"A stenographer? That's not a bad idea. Where can I get one?"
+
+"Why, downstairs. There are two attached to the hotel. They attend to
+the telephone switchboard and do typewriting as well. One is a girl
+with red hair and a squint; the other is dark and rather pretty--"
+
+"Very well," smiled Stafford. "Send me up the pretty one. I couldn't
+stand the red-haired girl just now. I've got an important deal on
+hand. She might queer my luck. Do that for me, old chap. Tell her as
+you go out, and don't forget--the pretty one."
+
+"Right you are!" laughed Hadley. "I'll see you to-night at dinner. Ta
+ta!" He was going out when he turned round at the door. "Say--don't
+forget your virtuous resolution. Don't make love to the pretty
+typewriter."
+
+The door slammed and Stafford was alone.
+
+For some time after his friend disappeared, the railroad man sat idly
+turning over the mass of papers accumulating on the desk. There was a
+busy day before him--a directors' meeting at 2 o'clock, people to see
+at his office. But just now his thoughts were not on his work. He was
+cogitating on what he had just admitted to Hadley. Yes, that was it.
+The truth was out now. He had never acknowledged it before, even to
+himself. He was tired of his bachelor life. He wanted a wife.
+
+What had all his success been to him? An empty kind of satisfaction,
+after all. He had made money, more money than he knew what to do with,
+but it had not brought him real happiness. How could he be happy, when
+there was no one to share his happiness, his success? His parents were
+dead; he had no brothers or sisters. He was all alone in the world,
+and the older he got the more he was beginning to realize how isolated
+his life was. He had hosts of so-called friends--jolly good fellows of
+both sexes, who were ready enough to help him spend his money; but
+what was such friendship as that worth?
+
+Yet Fred might be right, after all. He had himself known men,
+confirmed bachelors like himself, who had got married and regretted it
+ever since. Their lives had become a burden to them. They were
+outrageously henpecked, made to dance attendance until all hours of
+the morning upon silly, bridge-loving wives. True, but they were poor,
+weak-minded simpletons, just the kind of men to be dominated, bullied
+by a woman. He would like to see the girl who could coerce him into
+doing anything he did not wish to do. If he ever married, he would
+rule his own household; no woman would venture to dictate to him. He
+would insist on his absolute independence, do as he chose, go where he
+liked. He would be the master. If the husband had not the right to
+command, who had? When a pair of horses was sold, did they not belong
+to the purchaser? A wife was, in a sense, a purchase. The average
+society girl who gets married nowadays practically sells herself. She
+wants a man with money--a man who will give her jewels and clothes and
+an establishment that will make every other girl of her acquaintance
+green with envy. She gets him--for a consideration. That, no doubt,
+was the kind of girl he would one day get. She would offer herself,
+and if he liked the look of her he would buy her, and, having bought
+her, she would learn soon enough that there was only one master in the
+Stafford household. It was not necessary that they love each other.
+They would be good friends, chums, and all that, but he would never
+let go of the check-rein. Certainly he would always be the master.
+
+He was thus engrossed in his reflections, when there came a gentle rap
+at the door. Instantly galvanized into action, he called out in
+stentorian tones:
+
+"Come in!"
+
+The door was pushed open, and Virginia Blaine entered, notebook in
+hand. Her face was slightly flushed, and she stood hesitatingly on the
+threshold, as if fearing to enter. She was attired in deep mourning,
+and the simple black dress, relieved only by a little white lace
+collar round the neck, enhanced the natural rich coloring of her face.
+Starting hastily from his seat, Stafford advanced towards her. Timidly
+she said:
+
+"You asked for a stenographer?"
+
+Impressed, as well as surprised by her beauty, at a loss for a moment
+what to say, the railroad promoter stammered confusedly:
+
+"No--that is--yes--by all means--won't you sit down?"
+
+She took a seat near the desk, and opening her notebook, got ready to
+take dictation. Stafford looked fixedly at her. He remembered now
+having seen her at the telephone switchboard downstairs in the hotel
+lobby. Smilingly he said:
+
+"What is your name?"
+
+"Miss Blaine," she replied coldly.
+
+"We've met before, haven't we?" he went on.
+
+She colored under his close scrutiny. Why did he stare so? It made her
+very uncomfortable. If he did not cease looking at her, she would
+close her book and walk out. It was much against her will that she had
+come up, alone, to a man's apartment. But she could not afford to lose
+an opportunity of earning a little extra money. Answering his
+question, she said rather curtly:
+
+"I believe I got a long distance for you the other day. I'm on the
+telephone desk, you know. Stenography is only a side issue."
+
+He still gazed at her admiringly, quick to note her well-bred manner,
+her quiet aloofness, unusual in girls of her occupation.
+
+"I remember," he nodded. "We had quite some difficulty in getting in
+touch with Washington."
+
+"Yes--there was trouble on the wires."
+
+"But we got it at last, didn't we?" he smiled, making an effort to
+break the ice and be friendly.
+
+But Virginia intended to stick strictly to business. She must make it
+plain that hers was not a social call. Quickly changing the topic, she
+asked:
+
+"Is the dictation ready?"
+
+Stafford would have liked to continue the personal conversation. After
+all, there was no immediate necessity of getting to work; the
+correspondence could wait. But there was an icy haughtiness in the
+girl's demeanor that discouraged any further attempt at getting
+acquainted. Proceeding therefore to business, he picked up a paper
+from the desk and commenced to dictate a letter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+
+The loss of her mother, following so soon after the death of her
+father, had come as a terrible shock to Virginia. She felt it more
+keenly even than Fanny, not only because her nature was more sensitive
+and impressionable, but also because she realized that she had been
+suddenly robbed of a constant and devoted companion. Fanny, who was
+now officially engaged to Mr. Gillie, was nearly always in his
+company, with the result that Virginia, more particular and more
+exacting in the choice of acquaintances than her sister, found the
+world emptier and more lonely than ever.
+
+Graduation day had come and gone and the dress which her poor mother
+had not lived to finish, had to be completed by other hands. At the
+end of her school days and now practically alone, with no one to look
+to for support, Virginia began to think seriously of the future. She
+must get something to do, that was very certain. Fanny would soon have
+Jimmie to look after her, but she herself must depend on her own
+exertion. She was a long time making up her mind what she would do.
+Her education fitted her for a teacher, but she shrank from the idea.
+Never would she have the patience. Then she thought of trying to write
+for the papers or magazines. That, also, was rejected. It was too
+precarious; she had had no experience. There was the stage. No--that
+would not do. She did not like the environments. There remained only
+the alternative of being a saleswoman in a department store or a
+stenographer. Having taken a course in shorthand, and being fairly
+proficient, she chose the latter, and, thanks to the influence and
+good offices of Dr. Everett, at last succeeded in securing a fairly
+remunerative position.
+
+The first few days of business employment proved a novel and trying
+experience. To a young girl accustomed to the quiet and exclusiveness
+of private life, the noise and promiscuousness of a public hotel
+corridor were singularly distasteful. The men ogled her; the women
+guests tried her patience. A pretty girl, it was only natural that she
+should attract attention from the men, but the persistent manner in
+which they stared, and tried to make acquaintance, annoyed her beyond
+measure. When they spoke to her in the ordinary course of business
+they were courteous enough, but their eyes were bold, and sometimes
+they said things in an undertone which made her face flush scarlet.
+She complained to her associates, but she got no sympathy. The other
+girls--sorry they were not attractive themselves--only laughed at her
+for being so particular. They said that the men meant no harm, and
+that she should consider it a compliment to her good looks if they
+took the trouble to address her at all.
+
+Otherwise the work was congenial enough and the hours were not long.
+She still lived with her sister in the same house where their mother
+died. The millinery business had grown sufficiently large to take all
+Fanny's time, and it brought in enough to keep the little household
+going. When her sister married Jimmie, she would, of course, be
+compelled to give the shop up, but meantime it helped defray expenses
+and gave Fanny an occupation.
+
+After that first morning of dictation in Robert Stafford's rooms,
+Virginia saw a good deal of the handsome railroad man. The first
+business interview had been followed by others, and when there was no
+regular correspondence to be answered he would stop at the desk
+downstairs on all sorts of pretexts. Usually it was to telephone;
+sometimes to write a note, and for some reason or other both of these
+operations took up considerably more time than was absolutely
+necessary. On one occasion he was sitting near her desk nearly all
+afternoon. He had asked her to get Chicago on the long distance. There
+was trouble on the wires, as had happened once before with Washington,
+and it was two hours before he got his number. Strangely enough, the
+delay did not seem to annoy him. He sat leisurely near her desk and
+chatted with her about theatres, music, books and art, finding her
+well read and conversant with every topic, especially with art, which
+was his hobby. He seemed sorry when at last he had no longer an excuse
+to stay. All that time he had watched her, quietly noting and admiring
+the calm, skilful way she went about her work.
+
+The girl interested him. Not so much because she was good looking as
+that she was quite different from other women. Her cold, distant air,
+her spirit of self-reliance and independence pleased him. Most women
+he had known had offered themselves shamelessly; this girl had kept
+him at a distance. This in itself would be enough to attract most men.
+The very novelty of it appealed to him. She was exceedingly pretty,
+too, yet hers was not the banal, conventional beauty of every day, but
+something fresher, more fascinating, more lovable, an indefinable,
+elusive charm that kept him guessing, yet always accompanied by a
+quiet dignity that compelled respect. Instead of flirting with him or
+giving him any encouragement, as girls of her class often did, she
+studiously avoided his gaze, seeming not to know he was there,
+serenely indifferent as to whether he came or went. Accustomed as
+he--the wealthy bachelor--was to see girls literally throw themselves
+at him, it was a new experience to find himself apparently of so
+little account, and this, perhaps as much as anything else, made him
+all the more determined to force himself upon her attention.
+
+Apart from this, Virginia aroused the man's sensuality, excited his
+imagination. It seemed to him that a girl of her impressionable
+nature, artistic temperament, intellectual aloofness, once her ardor
+was awakened would love more passionately than a woman of commoner
+clay; her caresses, it seemed to him, would have greater zest than
+those of a woman more obviously carnal. Never, in the years during
+which he had sown his wild oats, having learned how to control his
+appetites, nor in his career as a rich man about town, learned to
+respect woman or see in her anything else but an instrument of
+pleasure, it was not surprising that he looked at Virginia with eyes
+of lust. Apart from her spirituality which interested him, she also
+appealed to him physically and with the craving of an epicure, ever
+seeking some gastronomic novelty wherewith to gratify his jaded
+palate, he determined to awaken her virginal emotions and find out in
+what way they differed from those of other women.
+
+He set to work to win her, taking the same keen pleasure in the
+pastime as does a sportsman at the hunt. He realized that it would not
+be easy, and vaguely he foresaw failure, but the difficulties of the
+task only served to spur him on to make the attempt. He began the
+campaign of fascination tactfully, diplomatically, careful not to
+offend, avoiding anything likely to excite her resentment or arouse
+her fears. He lent her books, gave her tickets for concerts and
+picture exhibitions, tried in every way to break down the barrier of
+haughty reserve with which she had surrounded herself and gain her
+confidence.
+
+Virginia appreciated these attentions, and the well-bred ease with
+which she accepted them only made the would-be lover's campaign the
+more difficult. In fact, her very frankness and candor made it
+impossible, and finally disarmed him altogether, leaving him feeling
+very much ashamed of himself. Stafford was not a scoundrel at heart.
+He had gone into the game just for the sport, as many men of his class
+and opportunities had done before him, carelessly, thoughtlessly, and
+without fully realizing that he was committing a crime. And now that
+she had gone through the fire unscathed, he was more in love with her
+than ever. What a fool, what an unspeakable cad he had been to even
+think of her in that way!
+
+Then another thought occurred to him. The girl whom he could never
+have won for a mistress might well be worth making his wife. Why not
+marry her? The idea had never entered his head, but it was not so
+preposterous as it at first seemed. He had jested with Hadley about
+looking for a wife, and at times had even thought seriously about
+getting married. Yet it was not a thing to be undertaken lightly. As
+head of a big railroad system, he had a certain position to keep up.
+This girl was poor--an obscure stenographer. There was no telling what
+objectionable relatives she might have. When a man marries, he marries
+his wife's family! How society would laugh! Well, what if it did? He
+had boasted to Hadley that he defied the conventions. What did he care
+for society? There was many a woman in society who, if the walls of
+alcoves could talk and it came to a show-down on conduct, would not
+dare hold up her head in presence of Virginia Blaine. He certainly
+liked the girl well enough to marry her. He could hardly say that he
+loved her. One does not love at first sight, no matter what the dime
+novelists say--and what, perhaps, was more important, he respected
+her. Could every man say as much of the woman he married? Love would
+come later, he had no doubt of that, and after all, he thought to
+himself, it was not so much a question of "should he marry her?" as of
+"would she marry him?"
+
+Once he made up his mind, Robert Stafford was not the kind of man to
+let the grass grow under his feet. He started on a new campaign--an
+honorable campaign, this time, on which he was willing to stake his
+happiness. He was puzzled, at first, how to go about it. A clever way,
+he thought, would be to get her more interested in himself, in his
+home. He would ask her to visit his Riverside house and see his art
+treasures, his pictures. Of course, it was not likely that she would
+consent to go alone. He would tell her to bring her sister. If he
+invited the sister she could hardly refuse.
+
+One afternoon Virginia was at work on some typewriting in his rooms at
+the hotel. A number of letters had accumulated and they had put in the
+whole afternoon at dictation. Stafford had paid little attention to
+her, being wholly absorbed in business detail, but about four o'clock
+he declared he was tired, even if she were not, and, despite her
+protests, insisted on telephoning downstairs and ordering tea to be
+sent up. When it was brought in, daintily served with cake on a silver
+salver, and the waiter had withdrawn, he courteously drew up a chair
+and asked her to serve. She must be hostess, he said laughingly.
+
+Now the business on hand was over, his manner underwent a complete
+change; in place of the employer, she saw a polished man of the world
+entertaining a social equal. Virginia accepted his hospitality and
+politeness graciously, without awkwardness or false modesty, and
+before long found herself laughing and chatting with him on terms of
+delightful intimacy.
+
+"Had any trouble with long distance lately?" he inquired, as he passed
+her a biscuit.
+
+"Not more than usual," she smiled.
+
+"Not even with Chicago?"
+
+"No--not even Chicago. It seems to me that I have trouble only when
+you want the wire."
+
+He laughed, a loud, boyish laugh, that shook the room.
+
+"We had a hard struggle the first time we tried it, didn't we?"
+
+"Rather," she replied.
+
+He looked at her for a few moments without speaking, admiring her
+large black eyes, the finely arched eyebrows, the delicately chiselled
+mouth. Then he said:
+
+"You were very patient about it."
+
+"I couldn't do the work if I wasn't patient," she replied quietly.
+
+"But you were exceptionally nice about it," he insisted. "It wasn't
+the usual external, duty-patience, but the real patience that comes
+from within. You know what I mean."
+
+She nodded.
+
+"Yes. My mother was the best example of that kind of patience I have
+ever known. She radiated it."
+
+He knew that she had lost her mother, but from feelings of delicacy
+had never asked for particulars. But now circumstances seemed to
+invite confidences. Sympathetically he asked:
+
+"How long has she been--gone?"
+
+"Six years," she replied slowly, looking away past him out of the
+window, through which she could see the roofs of the big, careless
+city. Her eyes filled with tears, as she went on: "My father was a
+lawyer, but he didn't have a large practice, and when he died he left
+nothing but his insurance. It was very little--not enough to live on,
+and mother, with us two girls to look after, had to do something
+practical, so she opened a small millinery store."
+
+"The right spirit," he said approvingly.
+
+"It was a grim, hard struggle, particularly at first," she went on.
+"My sister Fanny had left school, and was able to help her, and then
+it wasn't quite so trying. You see, Fanny didn't care for school."
+
+"But you did?"
+
+"Yes," she said with enthusiasm, "I always loved it. Mother knew it,
+and insisted that I should go through High School. I was delighted,
+for I didn't realize then what struggles and sacrifices it meant for
+her, and here is the irony--the tragedy--of it all. I was selected as
+the class orator at our graduating exercises, and mother was very
+happy over it. She looked forward to it as one of the days of her
+life, and started to make my graduating dress--but never finished it!"
+Very softly she murmured: "Poor mother!"
+
+Never had she looked so pretty as at this moment when, her face pale
+and thoughtful, her eyes dimmed with tears, she called up memories of
+the past. Stafford, his gaze intent on her, said gently:
+
+"You have her memory."
+
+"Yes," she murmured, "it is more to me than anything in the
+world--except Fanny."
+
+"You love your sister, I know," he said.
+
+"Of course I do," she replied quickly. "She took mother's place--as
+much as any one could--and, except on our vacations, we have never
+been separated."
+
+"You soon will be though, won't you?"
+
+She looked up at him in surprise, not understanding.
+
+"How?" she demanded.
+
+"Didn't you tell me that your sister was going to be married?"
+
+Virginia laughed, a low, musical laugh, which charmed him.
+
+"Yes," she said, "that's true. They are to be married next month."
+Sadly she added: "I shall miss her very much. Yet I shan't mind that
+kind of separation--if she's happy."
+
+Stafford smiled. Quietly he said:
+
+"That's the trouble with matrimony--that great, big little word--if."
+
+"Oh," she interrupted quickly. "I feel sure they'll be happy. Theirs
+is a marriage for love."
+
+Looking closely at her, he asked: "Do you believe in love?"
+
+"Of course," she answered, raising her cup to her face to hide her
+embarrassment.
+
+"What kind of love?" he persisted.
+
+"Real love."
+
+"What do you call real love?"
+
+She opened her eyes wide, as if greatly astonished.
+
+"Why--why," she stammered, "don't you think there is such a thing as
+real love?"
+
+"Certainly I do," he laughed, amused at her ingenuousness. "But I
+don't think it's what the sentimental schoolgirl feels for the college
+football player. As for love at first sight, I consider that simply
+absurd. To my way of thinking, love isn't a spontaneous combustion.
+It's a slow, steady growth and the soil in which it grows best
+is--respect."
+
+"Perhaps you are right," she said hesitatingly.
+
+"I know that I am," he replied positively.
+
+There was a short silence, when suddenly Stafford said:
+
+"Who is this man that your sister is marrying?"
+
+Virginia laid down her cup of tea and burst out laughing.
+
+"Oh, he's so funny! I'm sure he would amuse you. Such an original! His
+name is James Gillie."
+
+He liked to encourage her to speak of herself and her family. It
+seemed to bring them closer together. Pleasantly he asked:
+
+"What does he do, this Mr. Gillie--doctor--lawyer--business man?"
+
+Amused at his curiosity, Virginia shook her head. Laughingly she said:
+
+"Nothing so substantial, I assure you. He's only a shipping
+clerk--getting about $14 a week--"
+
+Stafford stared in amazement. With an incredulous smile, he exclaimed:
+
+"Only earning $14 a week and he has the impudence to ask your sister
+to marry him?"
+
+Virginia nodded.
+
+"Oh, but you don't know Mr. Gillie," she went on. "He's sure he's
+worth far more than that, and he has won sister over to the same
+opinion. I have some doubts myself, but they are both quite convinced
+that before long he will be a multi-millionaire. You see, he has
+ideas. He invents things. He told us about one of his inventions the
+other day. It was something that would help the railroads, and make
+them and him fabulously rich--"
+
+"An inventor, eh?" exclaimed Stafford, his business instinct quickly
+aroused at the mention of railroads.
+
+An idea suddenly occurred to him. Here, perhaps, was the opportunity
+he had been seeking, the excuse he had been looking for. Under
+pretence of wishing to meet the inventor, he might be able to induce
+her to bring her prospective brother-in-law to the house, and since
+Mr. Gillie could hardly accept the invitation alone, she would, of
+course, be compelled to accompany him. He said nothing for a moment,
+and then, turning and looking at his companion intently, said with
+great earnestness:
+
+"Miss Blaine, I wonder if you would do me a great favor."
+
+Surprised at the request, and rather startled, Virginia looked up,
+wondering what favor she, poor little stenographer, could possibly
+render the millionaire. Quickly she replied:
+
+"Certainly--anything in my power."
+
+He bowed and went on:
+
+"As you know, I am in the railroad business. As head of an important
+transcontinental system, it is part of my work to investigate and look
+into anything that may prove of value in improving our equipment. If
+this Mr. Gillie has invented something really valuable, I'd like to
+know what it is. If there is anything in it, I might be able to render
+him a good service in bringing his invention promptly to the attention
+of the right people. You can see yourself how important it is that I
+should meet Mr. Gillie--"
+
+Virginia flushed with mingled pleasure and embarrassment. She was
+delighted at the thought that she might be able to advance Fanny's
+interests, but Jimmie was such an impossible person! How could she
+introduce him to a man of Mr. Stafford's polish and distinction? Yet
+for Fanny's sake she ought not to let any opportunity slip by. Seeing
+her hesitate, Stafford went on:
+
+"Why couldn't you and your sister come and dine with me at Riverside
+Drive next Saturday evening at seven o'clock? And bring Mr. Gillie
+with you. I shall be delighted to meet your sister and her fiance. It
+will also be a good opportunity for you to look over some of my art
+treasures--quite an interesting collection, I assure you, picked up
+here and there, all over the world. Do come. Don't say no. I'll have
+Oku, my Japanese butler, prepare a little dinner. We'll be merry as
+crickets. Besides I think I can do your future brother-in-law a good
+turn. You will come, won't you?"
+
+He leaned forward, his eyes ardently fixed on hers. There was
+something in his look, in his manner, which brought the color to her
+cheeks, yet it was nothing at which she could take offence. On the
+contrary, she had every reason to feel flattered and pleased. In her
+heart she knew that this sudden anxiety to meet Jimmie was but a
+pretext, and that it was she alone whom he really wanted to go and
+admire the works of art in his beautiful Riverside home. Something
+told her that this man loved her, and the very thought of it, with all
+the possibilities it conjured up, sent through her a thrill of mingled
+pleasure and alarm.
+
+"Won't you?" he said again, in earnest, pleading tones.
+
+There was a brief silence. Then, looking up, she said with a frank
+smile:
+
+"It is very good of you. Yes--we shall be very pleased. Saturday
+evening, at seven."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+
+No.--Riverside Drive, an imposing apartment house of Spanish style of
+architecture, situated in the most select and attractive section of
+that aristocratic thoroughfare, was justly renowned in the
+neighborhood for the size and magnificence of its suites and the ultra
+_chic_ quality of its exclusive, wealthy patrons. No one ever
+heard of rooms being vacant; people had been on the waiting list for
+years and they were still waiting. Tenants never dreamed of leaving,
+once they had been fortunate enough to secure a lease. It would be
+surprising if they did, for in all New York there were no apartments
+more desirable and comfortable.
+
+Mr. Robert Stafford lived on the eighth floor, his rooms facing the
+Hudson and commanding a superb view of the stately river below, which,
+broad and turbulent, rushed by on its way to the sea, its surface
+dotted with all kinds of steam and sailing craft. To the north, away
+past Grant's Tomb, were the highlands of New Jersey and the
+precipitous cliffs of the historic Palisades, which, as far as the eye
+could reach, stretched away in a mist of purplish haze.
+
+The decorations and appointments of the apartment would have brought
+joy into the gloomy heart of the most blase connoisseur. Entering a
+spacious foyer with a lofty, elaborately decorated ceiling and walls
+of white marble hung all round with tapestries, trophies and oil
+paintings, the visitor passed through a number of wide halls, treading
+on thick Oriental rugs until he reached the salon, a magnificent room
+decorated in blue and gold with heavy gilt furniture to match, which,
+in turn, opened on to the dining room, both looking on the Avenue and
+commanding a fine view of the river. At the far end of the salon was a
+large fireplace with a splendid mantel of beautifully carved marble, a
+rare piece of decorative art from the north of Italy. The dining room,
+panelled with rare woods, and hung with red, with panelled ceiling,
+was separated from the salon by a folding door. The walls of both
+rooms were covered with paintings, water colors and engravings, while
+all about was a picturesque confusion of _objets d'art_ of every
+description--Japanese ivories, rare porcelains, old English china,
+Indian bronzes, antique watches, snuff boxes and bonbonnieres,
+curiously wrought brass and iron work, Peach Blow vases, Mexican
+pottery, Satsuma ware, richly mounted weapons of the middle ages,
+Japanese armor, long daggers from Toledo, delicate lattice work from
+Venice, Florentine carvings, valuable Gobelins tapestries from Paris,
+etc., etc.--a collection such as an Oriental potentate might envy.
+The fame of the Stafford collection had gone far and wide, and the
+railroad promoter had been criticized more than once because he did
+not open his house more frequently for society's enjoyment. Ambitious
+mothers saw in the wealthy bachelor a great catch for their daughters,
+but it was in vain that they baited their matrimonial nets. Stafford
+declined all invitations and lived himself the life of a hermit. He
+was very seldom at home, the blinds were nearly always drawn, and the
+place looked deserted. The only sign of life was an occasional glimpse
+of faithful Oku, the Japanese butler, who, with downcast eyes and
+stealthy tread, sometimes made a _sortie_ in search of food or
+other household necessity.
+
+A pure-blooded subject of the Mikado, Oku had come to America years
+ago to make his fortunes; but, falling into the hands of the
+Philistines directly he landed, found himself stranded in San
+Francisco. Stafford had run across him there, took a fancy to him and
+attached him to his person as a body servant. He had never regretted
+it. Oku was one of those ideal retainers who, once they have found an
+attachment, would rather die than betray their trust. His command of
+the vernacular was only limited, but he was the very soul of courtesy
+and politeness, and when not otherwise able to make himself
+understood, would content himself by a number of low salaams,
+accompanied by most apologetic exclamations of: "Excuse,
+please--excuse, please," which original form of salutation, together
+with his Far-Eastern air, was well in harmony with the oriental,
+exotic surroundings of the place.
+
+But this evening things were astir in the Stafford abode. Lights were
+burning recklessly in every room and Oku had been running excitedly
+about since early dawn. Had not his lord and master told him that
+visitors were coming and to prepare dinner for five? Ah, now Oku was
+indeed in his element! Instantly spurred to action, he had run here
+and there, in and out of the shops, in search of the most toothsome
+dainties. He had bought the choicest meats, the finest birds, big
+mushrooms just picked, asparagus such as might make a king's mouth
+water. Then there was the wine. The champagne must go on ice early.
+His master liked it very cold--almost frozen. Then there were the
+cocktails to get ready, and the cigars and the floral decorations,
+with bouquets for the ladies and _boutonnieres_ for the men.
+Altogether, Oku had a busy day.
+
+But he was repaid when at half past six that evening he stood in the
+salon and cast a last glance over the banquet table to make sure that
+nothing had been forgotten. Viewed through the folding doors and
+literally groaning under the load of handsome silver, fine crystal,
+snowy linen, and cut flowers, the table presented a picture calculated
+to fill the heart of any host with pride.
+
+Oku glanced anxiously at the clock. He devoutly prayed that his dear
+master would soon come. It was a terrible responsibility for him to
+bear alone. Another half hour and the company would arrive, and his
+master had still to dress! The minutes sped by and no sign of Mr.
+Stafford. Where could he be? The butler was beginning to worry in
+earnest when the telephone bell suddenly rang. The butler feverishly
+picked up the receiver just in time to hear his master say:
+
+"Is that you, Oku?"
+
+"Yes--Sir--Excuse--please--Sir!"
+
+"Oku," came Stafford's voice, "I've been held downtown at my club. I'm
+just starting for home. If Miss Blaine and her friends come, make them
+comfortable until I arrive. Understand?"
+
+"Yes--Sir--Excuse--please--Sir!"
+
+The speaker rang off and Oku, more nervous and excited than ever now
+that he was called upon to act as host as well as caterer, danced
+about the apartment like a man possessed. Seven o'clock struck and
+the echoes of the last stroke had barely died away when there came a
+discreet ring at the front door bell. Quickly Oku pulled himself
+together and summoning up his most dignified manner, threw the door
+wide open. On the threshold stood Mr. James Gillie, accompanied by
+Virginia and Fanny.
+
+"Is this Mr. Stafford's apartment?" inquired Jimmie in his grandest
+manner.
+
+"Yes, sir," said Oku with a deep salaam. "Excuse, please, and come in!
+Excuse, please!"
+
+None of the visitors were in evening dress. The girls wore shirt
+waists and Jimmie's chief claims to distinction were a clean shave and
+freshly-pressed pants. At the last moment Virginia had wished not to
+come at all for this reason. She had no evening frock and could not
+afford to get one for a single occasion, and Fanny was in the same
+straits. There had been a long argument over the matter and not a few
+tears, until finally Fanny made it impossible for Virginia to hold out
+any longer by declaring flatly that her whole future--hers and
+Jimmies--was at stake. So Virginia surrendered with as good grace as
+she could pretend--hoping inwardly that Mr. Stafford looked upon it
+only as an informal affair and would be neither dressed himself nor
+expect them to be.
+
+Jimmie handed his coat and hat to the butler with as important an air
+as he was able to assume, and, speaking for the ladies, who until now
+had stood motionless in the background, said loftily:
+
+"Tell Mr. Stafford the people he was expecting have come."
+
+Oku salaamed profoundly, but did not budge.
+
+"Excuse! But Mr. Stafford--he is not here," he said.
+
+Jimmie looked blankly at the girls. With a grin at Virginia he
+snickered:
+
+"I told you being late was the proper thing."
+
+Virginia turned to the butler. Anxiously she said:
+
+"Isn't there some mistake?"
+
+Oku shook his head, and throwing open the door of the salon, motioned
+to them to enter.
+
+"Excuse, please, but there is no mistake," he grinned. "Mr. Stafford
+he say to me over telephone he is very sorry, but there is big meeting
+and he not get away. He be here in half an hour."
+
+The girls looked at each other in dismay. Jimmie made a grimace.
+
+"Half an hour! Jumping Jupiter!" he exclaimed.
+
+"He say he is very sorry," went on Oku apologetically, "but will hurry
+quick as can. He say for you to wait till he come and he tell me to
+say many time, 'Excuse, please! Excuse!'"
+
+Virginia smiled. With quiet dignity she said:
+
+"Very well--we understand--we will wait."
+
+Oku put out his hand for their hats and coats.
+
+"Give me hats, please--excuse, please."
+
+While the girls divested themselves of their outer garments the little
+butler chatted on in his quaint pigeon English:
+
+"Mr. Stafford--he say to ask if you will have cocktail."
+
+Jimmie had carelessly strolled over to a table and picked up a book.
+On hearing the invitation to liquid refreshments he closed the volume
+with a bang and turned round like a flash:
+
+"I will," he exclaimed quickly.
+
+A ludicrous expression of renewed interest suddenly replaced the
+shipping clerk's rather disgusted expression. Anything was welcome
+which promised to relieve the monotony of this society stunt, as he
+had termed Mr. Stafford's invitation. It was against his will that he
+had come at all. Why should he do this millionaire the honor of dining
+with him? What was he to him? Because he was rich? Well, he guessed
+not. If he had consented at Fanny's urgent pleadings, it was because
+his fiancee had told him it would help Virginia. Mr. Stafford, Fanny
+said, was simply crazy about her and might propose to her any day.
+After all, it could do no harm to have a millionaire in the family.
+Besides, he was a big railroad man. He might help him to do something
+with his "no stop" idea. But he must be on his guard and not allow
+sentiment to interfere with business. This Stafford must not think
+that because he invited him to dinner and might one day become his
+brother-in-law that he was going to get the "no-stop" invention cheap.
+No, siree--no one should get the best of him!
+
+Oku had approached Virginia, who, having crossed the room, was gazing
+through the casement windows at the splendid view. Salaaming low, he
+said:
+
+"Miss--will take cocktail?"
+
+"No--thank you," she answered with a smile.
+
+The butler turned to Fanny, who looked significantly at Jimmie as if
+desirous of consulting his wishes in so important a matter.
+
+"Sure!" he said in an aside not intended to reach the butler's ears.
+
+But Oku was nothing if not discreet. He never allowed himself to hear
+anything. When Fanny nodded he merely inquired politely:
+
+"What kind--please?"
+
+Jimmie grinned and licked his lips. Turning to his future wife he
+asked:
+
+"What do you like?"
+
+"What kind do you?" she laughed, anxious to keep him in good humor.
+
+"Martini suits me all right."
+
+Oku bowed to the ground.
+
+"Yes, miss. Two Martini cocktails. Excuse, please! Excuse!"
+
+With another profound salaam and retreating backwards towards the door
+as if in the presence of royalty, the Japanese butler made an
+impressive exit.
+
+Jimmie had watched Oku's every movement with the greatest amusement.
+When he was out of earshot he remarked with a chuckle:
+
+"Great little chink, that!"
+
+Fanny laughed. Teasingly she said:
+
+"He's not a Chinaman, Jim. Don't you know a Japanese when you see
+one?"
+
+"They all look alike to me," he grinned.
+
+Profiting by the butler's absence, the shipping clerk started on a
+tour of critical inspection of the salon. Looking around, he exclaimed
+with enthusiasm:
+
+"Say--this is some room, eh?"
+
+Virginia had left the window and was admiring some water-colors on the
+walls. Overhearing the exclamation, she looked up, her glance taking
+in the whole room.
+
+"Yes--it is beautiful," she said ecstatically.
+
+Fanny, who had been diligently rubbing the back of her magnificent
+gilt chair to see if it was real gold leaf, broke in:
+
+"While this place was being built I read in the paper that Mr.
+Stafford was to pay $15,000 a year for his rooms."
+
+Jimmie opened wide his eyes in amazement.
+
+"Fifteen thousand a year--just for his rooms!" he exclaimed
+incredulously.
+
+He looked at Virginia as if expecting her to confirm the statement.
+
+"Yes," insisted Fanny, "$15,000 a year."
+
+The shipping clerk gave a low whistle.
+
+"Why, that's nearly $300 a week!" he cried.
+
+Fanny gave an affirmative nod, and her fiance, putting on an injured
+air as if Mr. Stafford's expenses had to come out of his own pocket,
+went on:
+
+"Three hundred dollars--just for his rooms, while I slave a whole
+week, from eight in the morning till six at night for a measly
+fourteen." With a disgusted shrug of his shoulders he added: "I tell
+you there's something rotten in this country."
+
+Virginia looked around apprehensively. She was afraid the butler might
+have heard the ejaculation, which, considering he was Mr. Stafford's
+guest, was certainly inexecrable taste. Not that she was surprised. By
+this time she had learned not to look to her prospective
+brother-in-law for Chesterfieldian manners. Quickly she said:
+
+"Mr. Stafford didn't get more than fourteen when he was your age. He
+was poor, too."
+
+"Yes," chimed in Fanny with a toss of her head, "and when they raised
+you from twelve at Christmas you thought you were doing great. I
+remember how chesty you were about it."
+
+Jimmie grinned. In tones meant to be tender he replied:
+
+"Only because I figured that I might be gettin' eighteen pretty soon
+and then we could get married." Eying her sheepishly, he went on: "Do
+we still have to wait till I get eighteen, Fanny?"
+
+"We certainly do," she retorted promptly. "A couple simply can't live
+on less than eighteen."
+
+The shipping clerk thrust his hands in his pockets and began to stride
+up and down the room. Peevishly he exclaimed:
+
+"I know it. That's what makes me so sore when I read about
+millionaires like Stafford having luxurious private yachts, giving
+fifty thousand for a picture and things like that. They have so much
+money they don't know what to do with it, and yet all that stands
+between me and happiness is four dollars a week _and I can't get
+it_."
+
+Virginia, who was sitting on the sofa, having become interested in a
+cabinet full of curios close by, looked up with a smile. Encouragingly
+she said:
+
+"Don't worry, Jimmie, your chance will come just as Mr. Stafford's
+did."
+
+"Fine chance I've got," he growled; "third assistant shipping clerk in
+a wholesale grocery. Why, the manager of the department only gets
+thirty and he's been with the house twenty-six years."
+
+"That's a sweet outlook for me, I must say," cried Fanny in dismay.
+"If it takes a man twenty-six years to work up to thirty, I suppose
+you'll be getting eighteen eleven years from the third of next
+January."
+
+Jimmie looked closely at both girls. He was not quite sure if they
+were making fun of him. Apparently satisfied that, on the contrary,
+they were in full sympathy with his troubles, he said:
+
+"I'm doing my best and no fellow can do more! That's what makes me so
+sore, I tell you. Here I am slaving away for fourteen a week and he
+spends three hundred just for his rooms. I wonder how many rooms he
+gets for that?"
+
+"I think it's twelve and four baths," said Fanny.
+
+"Four baths!" he gasped. "What in God's name can a bachelor do with
+four baths?"
+
+"Is there any reason he shouldn't have them if he can pay for them?"
+demanded Fanny quietly.
+
+"But what good are they to him," insisted her fiance. "No matter how
+much money he has, he can't be in more than one tub at a time. I
+suppose he uses 'em Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
+Saturday--and keeps the favorite for the special splash on Sunday."
+
+Virginia looked at him scornfully.
+
+"Do you realize," she exclaimed, "that Mr. Stafford has servants and
+that he has friends come to stay with him occasionally?"
+
+Abashed, the young man put his hands in his pockets and began to
+whistle. He stood in considerable awe of Virginia.
+
+"Oh, I hadn't thought o' that," he said mildly.
+
+Flushing with vexation at his making such remarks, Fanny said to him
+in a quick undertone:
+
+"Take my advice and do think--once in a while. And get rid of that
+temper, too. For the first time in our lives we're invited to dine
+with a rich man and I, for one, want to enjoy it."
+
+Jimmie opened his mouth as if to make some retort, when suddenly Oku
+re-appeared carrying a tray in which was a tempting spread of
+cocktails, cigarettes and cigars.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+
+While the butler was serving the cocktails, Virginia roamed through
+the splendid suite of rooms, taking keen delight in examining at
+closer range one and all of the art treasures they contained. She went
+into silent ecstasies before a Da Vinci, a Rembrandt and other fine
+examples of the old masters, and was held spellbound by the beautiful
+modelling of a piece of modern French sculpture. She was not enough of
+a connoisseur to be able to estimate each picture, each curio at its
+true value, but she knew enough to realize that it was a very valuable
+collection and one which very few persons were privileged to view. The
+books with their fine bindings were likewise a source of particular
+delight.
+
+How happy, she mused, the possessor of such a paradise ought to be!
+She wondered if he spent much time at home or if he preferred to
+answer the call of the gay metropolis. He looked like a man who
+enjoyed life. Why had he taken all this trouble for such obscure
+persons as themselves? Why had he looked at her in that persistent,
+admiring way? Could it be possible that he was really attracted to her
+and had begun to think of her as a man does of the woman he wants to
+marry? Was it conceivable that she could ever be the mistress of such
+a beautiful home as this? What folly to even dream of such a
+possibility! Possibly, he was attracted to her and liked her company,
+but there was a vast difference between a fleeting whim and wishing to
+make her his wife. And when her glance fell on Jimmie and Fanny
+squabbling in the distance it was with some bitterness that she
+realized the difference in their station, the width of the social
+chasm between her and the set to which their host belonged.
+
+"Excuse--please--excuse," spluttered the polite little Jap as he
+gracefully presented the salver to each guest.
+
+Fanny took a glass, followed in turn by Jimmie, who, extending his
+clumsy hand, snatched one of the dainty glasses and put it to his
+lips. The butler, all smiles and civility, placed the tray on a table
+and again bowed low. Pointing to the tray, he said:
+
+"Cigarettes and cigars! Is there anything else?"
+
+"Not for me," replied Jimmie, making himself comfortable in a chair on
+the other side of the table.
+
+"Nor for me," smiled Fanny, graciously.
+
+"No, thank you," added Virginia quickly. "We need nothing else."
+
+"Then excuse, please. Excuse--"
+
+The butler salaamed and withdrew, leaving Jimmie and Fanny sipping
+their cocktails, while Virginia, still interested in the hundred and
+one curios scattered about the rooms, strolled around alone.
+
+"Some cocktail, eh?" grinned Jimmie, smacking his lips.
+
+"Fine!" exclaimed his fiancee, emptying her glass and putting it down
+on the table.
+
+Suddenly the clerk's eyes, wandering idly around the room, alighted on
+the tray filled with cigar and cigarette boxes which the butler had
+left behind. Rising and going to the table, he stood staring greedily
+at some expensive perfectos. Finally, unable any longer to withhold
+his itching palm, he put out his hand and selected one. He lit it and
+for a few moments puffed away with evident satisfaction. The more he
+puffed and inhaled the weed's fragrant aroma, the more sorry he was
+that he had none of the same brand at home. Acting on a sudden
+impulse, he went back to the table and took half a dozen cigars out of
+the box. He was about to stuff them into his pocket when Virginia,
+stepping quickly forward, interfered:
+
+"Jimmie!" she exclaimed indignantly.
+
+He stayed his hand and rather shamefacedly placed the cigars back in
+the box. Looking up, he demanded:
+
+"Why not? He wouldn't mind."
+
+"Just the same, it isn't a gentlemanly thing to do," she said
+severely.
+
+"If it comes to that," he retorted sharply, "I ain't a gentleman--I'm
+a shipping clerk."
+
+"Then, of course, there's nothing more to say," she answered, turning
+her back. Picking up a book, she dropped into a chair and, ignoring
+him, relapsed into a dignified silence.
+
+But Jimmie was not to be suppressed by a mere rebuff. After a long,
+sulky silence, during which he puffed viciously at his cigar, he
+followed his prospective sister-in-law across the room. After staring
+at her for some time, he inquired:
+
+"How did you first come to know Mr. Stafford?"
+
+At first the girl made no answer, pretending to be absorbed in what
+she was reading. He repeated the question so pointedly that she would
+not ignore it any longer. Looking up, she said rather impatiently:
+
+"How many more times must I tell you? I was at my desk in the hotel
+about three months ago and he came and wanted long distance--I think
+it was Washington. There was some trouble getting his party and, as
+people will, we got into conversation about it. I had no idea who he
+was--"
+
+Fanny, who had come up, listened intently to the conversation, and, to
+encourage her little sister to become confidential, arranged some
+pillows behind her back in motherly fashion. Long before this the
+elder sister had come to conclusions of her own concerning Virginia's
+acquaintance with the millionaire. When a man of his wealth and
+position took the trouble to pay a girl of Virginia's station such
+marked attention, capping the climax with this present invitation to
+dine at his house, either his intentions were not avowable or else he
+was very much in love and wanted to marry her, which last hypothesis
+sent a thrill down the good sister's back. Virgie the wife of a
+millionaire! It seemed incredible--too good to be true. It would be
+the making of all of them. She was glad Jimmie had brought up the
+subject.
+
+"Did you know then who he was?" she asked.
+
+Virginia laughed as if the question amused her.
+
+"No," she replied, "to tell you the truth, I didn't much care. A girl
+who handles a telephone desk at our hotel hasn't got much time to
+bother about anything else."
+
+"When _did_ you find out?" inquired Jimmie, suddenly taking a
+lively interest in the conversation.
+
+"About a month later--that day he sent downstairs for a stenographer.
+I told you all about it at the time. I asked at the desk if it was all
+right to go to his rooms. They told me who he was and explained that
+he often transacted a lot of business there. That's how we got
+acquainted. Since then, as you know, I have seen a great deal of him,
+telephoning and doing copying for him. He has been very kind, indeed.
+One day he asked me to go to dinner with him--"
+
+"Did you?" demanded Jimmie.
+
+"Certainly not," replied the girl emphatically. "Then he used to come
+nearly every day. One time I--I think he had been--drinking."
+
+"He was--drunk?" exclaimed Fanny in surprise.
+
+"Oh, no! Not that," said Virginia quickly, "but I could see he had
+been drinking."
+
+"Just lit up a bit to show that he's human, eh?" said Jimmie with a
+grin.
+
+Paying no attention to the interruption, Virginia went on:
+
+"I didn't like him quite so much after that. He asked me again--"
+
+"And you wouldn't?" interrupted Fanny.
+
+"Of course not!"
+
+Jimmie chuckled. Crossing his legs and striking the ashes from his
+cigar, he said:
+
+"Say, but that was foxy!"
+
+"What was?" demanded Virginia quickly.
+
+"Making him think that he having money made no difference."
+
+"It didn't."
+
+"Sure it didn't," he laughed. "That was the way to play it."
+
+"What do you mean?" cried the girl indignantly. "I wasn't 'playing'
+anything or anybody."
+
+Paying no heed to the frantic signs which Fanny was making for him to
+keep silent, the shipping clerk went on:
+
+"Why not? It's all in the game."
+
+Ignoring him, Virginia continued:
+
+"He finally asked me to dine with him here and to bring you and Jim. I
+had told him about your being engaged."
+
+The young man nodded approvingly. With a patronizing air he said:
+
+"I'm beginning to think this fellow Stafford's on the level. He might
+even want to marry you."
+
+Virginia flushed scarlet. Confusedly she exclaimed:
+
+"Don't be absurd!"
+
+"But if he did," insisted Fanny, "_would_ you marry him?"
+
+Jimmie laughed loudly:
+
+"_Would_ she!" he chuckled. "Say, Fanny, are you crazy?"
+
+Virginia shook her head. Slowly she said:
+
+"I don't know that I would."
+
+"What!" exclaimed the clerk, half starting from his chair. "Do you
+mean to say that if any man as rich as Stafford was to ask you on the
+level to be his wife that you wouldn't jump at the chance?"
+
+Quite unmoved by his indignant outburst, the girl replied calmly:
+
+"I've seen men who are twice as rich as Mr. Stafford that I wouldn't
+marry if they gave me half their money as a wedding present."
+
+The shipping clerk made a grimace, but reluctantly nodded approval.
+Carelessly he said:
+
+"In a way I can't say that I blame you. I've seen pictures of a lot of
+these financiers and, believe me, they are the rummiest looking bunch
+I ever set eyes on! But I didn't think Stafford was that kind."
+
+"I thought he was rather distinguished looking," interrupted Fanny.
+
+"He is," said Virginia quickly. "What's more--he's a gentleman."
+
+Jimmie rose and walking over to where Virginia was sitting, stood
+looking at her, his hands in his pockets. Almost sarcastically he
+asked:
+
+"Then see here, if--this--Mr. Stafford is distinguished looking and a
+gentleman, as well as rich, will you please tell me what kind of a man
+you want?"
+
+The girl made no reply, but with a thoughtful expression on her face,
+gazed through the window. It was now quite dark outside and the river
+below was dotted here and there with the lights of steamboats and
+sailing boats as they made their way up and down the broad stream.
+Jim's chance remark had set her thinking. Others beside herself were
+speculating as to the purport of Mr. Stafford's attentions? That they
+were honorable she had not the slightest doubt, although at one time
+she had been a little afraid of him. Those invitations to dinner and
+his manner on one or two occasions she had rather resented, but for
+some time past now he had quite changed. He was more respectful, more
+sincere. Supposing the impossible were to happen--supposing he were to
+ask her to be his wife? For all she knew, the proposal might come that
+very evening. It might be part of the plan of this sudden impromptu
+dinner. What would she say to him? Did she love him? Frankly she did
+not--yet. Could she ever love him? The answer to that was in the
+future. Ought a girl to marry a man whom she knew in her heart she did
+not love? He was rich, the marriage was in every way desirable. She
+would have every comfort, but could real happiness come of a marriage
+which on both sides would be, after all, only a mockery, a hollow
+sham?
+
+Jimmie, impatient, repeated his question.
+
+"Will you kindly tell us what kind of a man you want?"
+
+Virginia looked up. Calmly she answered:
+
+"I--I want a man I can love."
+
+The clerk gave a low whistle. Sarcastically he said:
+
+"If you can't love a man as rich as Mr. Stafford, take my advice and
+go see a heart specialist."
+
+"A girl can't love a man just because she wants to," replied Virginia
+with dignity. "Love doesn't go where it's sent; it goes where it
+pleases."
+
+"That's right," interrupted Fanny. Turning to her fiance she said:
+"You don't suppose I loved a fourteen-dollar-a-week shipping clerk
+because I wanted to, do you?"
+
+Jimmie squirmed in his chair.
+
+"What?" he exclaimed.
+
+Quickly Fanny mended matters. With a conciliatory smile she added:
+
+"I loved him just because I had to."
+
+Immediately placated, the young man rose and, approaching his fiancee
+in a manner intended to suggest the tenderest sentiment, he stuttered:
+
+"Same here. The first time I ever set eyes on you, Fanny, something
+inside o' me said: 'Me for her!'"
+
+The girl laughed. Placing her hand over her heart, she said mockingly:
+
+"And something here said, 'Him for me!'"
+
+He stooped and kissed her and, taking her hand, they sat side by side
+on the sofa together in the manner of all conventional lovers.
+Virginia, who had watched them with amusement, shook her head. Sadly
+she said:
+
+"My heart never said anything like _that_ to _me_."
+
+"Then perhaps it won't be that way with you," said Jimmie. "Perhaps
+you'll learn to care for him by degrees like you would--say, for Mr.
+Stafford."
+
+"Don't talk nonsense," cried Virginia.
+
+"He's interested in you, and if you play your cards right--"
+
+"I'm not _going_ to play any cards."
+
+"Let me tell you one thing," he said, rising and going to the table,
+"a chance like this don't come to one girl in a million."
+
+"Please!--" exclaimed Virginia, putting up her hand to stop his
+talk.
+
+But Jimmie was not so easily suppressed. Earnestly he went on:
+
+"It's a chance of a life time. It means a lot to me and Fanny too."
+
+"Yes, that's true," chimed in his fiancee.
+
+Virginia turned and looked at her sister.
+
+"How?" she demanded.
+
+Jimmie, as usual, replied for his slower-witted partner:
+
+"Do you think," he said, "I want to be a shipping clerk all my life?
+Well, I don't. I've got ambitions. Yes, and I've got the ability. All
+I need is a chance and I'd be one of 'em, too."
+
+"One of what?"
+
+"A captain of industry, a magnate, a financier."
+
+"You!"
+
+"Me."
+
+"He could do it," exclaimed Fanny admiringly.
+
+"You bet I could," he said positively. Turning to Virginia, he went
+on: "And if you married Mr. Stafford and he gave me a chance, which as
+his brother-in-law he certainly would--well, if I ever got a flying
+start I'd show 'em a few things. I've got ability, I have."
+
+"Why don't you prove it by getting eighteen dollars a week?" retorted
+Virginia sarcastically.
+
+Turning her back on him, she walked away and took a seat near the
+window, where she could look out on the street. But he followed her:
+
+"I thought you'd say something like that," he said. "It just shows how
+much you know."
+
+"Explain it to her, Jimmy," exclaimed Fanny.
+
+"What's the good?" he replied scornfully. "She wouldn't understand.
+But I will say this: If I had an opportunity to show some rich man
+just what I could do, I'd be worth perhaps a million dollars in ten or
+twelve years, and that would mean a swell house for you and me, and
+servants, and automobiles and everything like that. I'd show 'em!"
+
+Overcome by the vivid picture he had drawn, Fanny took his hands.
+Enthusiastically she cried:
+
+"Oh, Jimmy, wouldn't it be lovely? And perhaps we could get into real
+society, too--perhaps we might meet the social leaders from Harlem and
+Brooklyn whose pictures are in the papers every Sunday!"
+
+"There'd be nobody we couldn't meet," he cried proudly.
+
+"And fancy!" exclaimed Fanny--"fancy going to the dressmaker's,
+picking out half a dozen dresses, having them sent home without even
+asking the price, and letting them charge just as much as they like!
+Wouldn't that be heavenly?"
+
+"You can have all that and more," he cried exultingly.
+
+Virginia shrugged her shoulders. The topic was becoming distasteful to
+her. Impatiently she exclaimed:
+
+"It's perfectly ridiculous!"
+
+Going over to her sister, Fanny put her arm around her neck:
+
+"All I want is for you to be happy, sis."
+
+"I know it, dear," replied Virginia. "That's the way you've been
+always."
+
+"You're different to me," went on the elder sister.
+
+"No, I'm not."
+
+"Yes, you are. You'd do any man credit."
+
+"Oh, Fanny!"
+
+"But I'd hate to see you try to keep house on eighteen per. That means
+doing your own work, including the cooking--yes, and the washing--and
+you weren't made for that."
+
+"Don't worry about me--I'll be all right."
+
+"I hope so," sighed Fanny.
+
+"I will, don't fear," smiled Virginia.
+
+Not yet discouraged the shipping clerk returned to the attack. Folding
+his arms in authoritative fashion and addressing his future
+sister-in-law he said severely:
+
+"Will you give me a straight answer to a plain question? If Mr.
+Stafford does ask you to marry him, will you? Come on, now, will you?"
+
+"I won't talk about such things," retorted the girl.
+
+Her face flushed up. It was easy to see that she was getting angry.
+Shrugging his shoulders, the young man walked away, but sarcastically
+he said:
+
+"Well, if he does and you don't accept him, you'll be the biggest fool
+that ever lived!"
+
+"That's just what I say," laughed Fanny. "Ha! I wish he'd ask me!"
+
+Quickly Virginia turned to her sister.
+
+"Would you accept him?" she asked.
+
+"Would I?" laughed Fanny. "Oh, would I?"
+
+"And throw Jimmie over?"
+
+"I'd throw Jimmie so far and so hard he'd think he was struck by a
+cyclone."
+
+"And I wouldn't blame her," said the young man, scratching his head.
+
+Virginia looked in amazement from one to the other.
+
+"I can't understand either of you," she exclaimed.
+
+Never at a loss for an answer the clerk proceeded to explain:
+
+"Why should I expect any girl to stick to me and fourteen per when she
+can have a place like this? Look at this swell furniture, these rugs,
+and them ornaments--" Going, over to the mantelpiece, he picked up one
+of the costly Peach Blow vases, examined it critically for a moment
+and turned to the girls: "I suppose this is one of them
+peach--peach--something or other--vases I've read about."
+
+"Peach Blow," corrected Virginia.
+
+"That's it," he grinned. "I suppose it's worth six or seven thousand
+dollars--"
+
+"Be careful!" exclaimed Virginia warningly, "or you'll drop it."
+
+The words were hardly uttered when Jimmie's foot caught in the rug and
+he stumbled, dropping the vase, which broke into two pieces.
+Bewildered, horrified, he stood still, surveying with dismay the
+fragments at his feet.
+
+"Now you've done it!" he exclaimed hoarsely.
+
+"I have?" exclaimed Virginia indignantly.
+
+"Yes--I shouldn't have dropped it if you hadn't shouted at me."
+
+Picking up the pieces, he tried to fit them together.
+
+Fanny, frightened out of her wits, was speechless.
+
+"I think we'd better go home!" she gasped.
+
+Virginia alone remained cool.
+
+"Don't be foolish," she said.
+
+"Wait a bit! Wait a bit!" cried Jimmie; picking up the pieces and
+putting them together. "Look here. How's that for luck? They fit
+perfectly. No one will know the difference." Replacing the mended vase
+where he had found it, he added: "We'll leave it just like that and
+he'll think the Jap did it."
+
+"Fine!" cried Fanny thoughtlessly, grasping at any excuse which
+promised to exonerate them.
+
+But Virginia would not permit it.
+
+"We'll do nothing of the kind," she exclaimed indignantly.
+
+"If we don't, he'll think we've done it," said Jimmie apprehensively.
+
+The girl gave him a look that made him quail.
+
+"He's not only got to think it," she said severely--"he has got to
+know it."
+
+"But if he does--"
+
+As he spoke the front door bell rang in the outer hall. Quickly he
+added: "I'll bet that's him! Shall you tell him?"
+
+"I certainly shall if you don't," replied Virginia firmly.
+
+Oku passed hurriedly through the room on his way to open the front
+door.
+
+"Excuse, please, excuse--"
+
+Nervous at meeting her host, Fanny began to mop her face desperately.
+
+"I'm so nervous!" she said. "Do I shake hands with him when I'm
+introduced or just say 'pleased to meet you?'"
+
+Virginia laughed heartily.
+
+"Behave as you would with anyone else," she said.
+
+"How do you feel, Jimmie?" inquired Fanny.
+
+There was an expression of comical consternation on the shipping
+clerk's face as he pointed to the broken vase.
+
+"I'm not worrying about meeting him," he said ruefully. "I'm worrying
+about that--"
+
+The next instant the door leading to the hall opened and Robert
+Stafford entered.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+
+Their host advanced, hand extended, his frank, boyish face lit up with
+a cordial smile.
+
+It was hard to realize that this youthful looking man with black hair
+not yet tinged by a suspicion of gray, and whose erect, athletic
+figure suggested the football field rather than the counting room, was
+one of the most influential railroad men in the country, the master of
+a large fortune amassed by his own painstaking efforts, his own
+energy, initiative and ability.
+
+Attired himself in a plain business suit, a quick glance at his
+visitors' dress had already told him that he could dispense with the
+formality of changing for dinner. Shaking hands with Virginia, he said
+in his usual hearty fashion:
+
+"Well, how are you? I'm so sorry I am late. Oku explained, didn't he?"
+
+"Perfectly," smiled Virginia. "He took good care of us."
+
+Turning to Fanny, he said:
+
+"This, I presume, is your sister--"
+
+Virginia hastened to make introductions:
+
+"Fanny," she said, "let me introduce Mr. Stafford."
+
+The host bowed and smiled pleasantly, while Fanny, embarrassed, not
+knowing whether to offer her hand, felt awkward and ill at ease, as do
+most people who, going seldom into society, are not in constant
+practice with its civilities.
+
+"I'm very pleased, indeed, to meet you, Miss Blaine," said Stafford,
+bowing.
+
+"And this," went on Virginia, turning to her brother-in-law elect, who
+stood gaping in the background, "is Mr. Gillie--just 'Jimmie' we call
+him, don't we, Fanny?"
+
+"Yes--Jimmie--of course," stammered Fanny, blushing furiously.
+
+Stafford held out his hand and gave the shipping clerk a grip that
+made him wince.
+
+"How do you do, Mr. Gillie?"
+
+"How are you?" returned Jimmie with an indifferent nod as he nursed
+his crushed fingers behind his back.
+
+Stafford beamed good-naturedly on all three. He looked genuinely glad
+to see them, and this immediately set his guests at their ease. He may
+not have really felt the cordial welcome he gave them, but he looked
+as if they were just the people whose society he enjoyed most, a happy
+knack which some men possess of adapting themselves to their
+environments, and which had always been the secret of his popularity
+with men and women both. His manner was so natural, so free from
+restraint and pose, that even Fanny, timid and nervous as she was,
+felt reassured.
+
+But while he was affable with all, he had eyes only for Virginia. The
+others he would willingly have dispensed with, especially the shipping
+clerk, whom he had sized up with one quick glance. He winced as he
+took note of the man's cheap, ready-made clothes and boorish manners.
+Decidedly he was quite impossible, but for the pleasure of a few
+moment's _tete-a-tete_ with Virginia, he was ready to make any
+sacrifice--even to meet on equal social terms a Mr. Gillie.
+
+"Are you quite sure," he went on apologetically, "that I am forgiven
+for keeping you waiting? Believe me, it was absolutely unavoidable or
+it wouldn't have happened."
+
+"Oh, yes," rejoined Virginia quickly, "we're quite sure of that."
+
+The host turned to the Japanese butler, who was busy at the table,
+placing the empty cocktail glasses on the tray.
+
+"Did you explain thoroughly, Oku?" he asked.
+
+The man looked up.
+
+"Yes, sir. I tell you have big meeting and say 'very much excuse,
+please.'"
+
+"That was right," rejoined his master, with a laugh. "Now get me the
+menu."
+
+Oku picked up the tray and made for the door.
+
+"Yes--excuse, please. Excuse."
+
+When his butler had disappeared, Stafford turned to his guests with a
+smile:
+
+"Queer little chap, isn't he? He is very devoted, and I find him very
+useful. You see, being a bachelor, I don't keep house, but if I have a
+little party like this, I generally leave the selection of the dinner
+to Oku and have it served in there--" He pointed to the dining-room,
+the folding doors of which the butler had closed. With a good-natured
+laugh, he added: "He has shut the doors so we can't see the spread. I
+hope the little beggar has something good."
+
+Jim, who, until now, had remained in the background, trying to summon
+up enough courage to take an aggressive part in the conversation,
+spoke up boldly:
+
+"Nice little place you have here, Mr. Stafford."
+
+There was an amused expression, which did not escape Virginia's
+notice, hovering around the corners of the millionaire's mouth, as he
+replied:
+
+"Glad you like it. Have you seen the other rooms?"
+
+"No," replied the clerk carelessly, as he flecked the ashes from his
+cigar on to the fine Turkish rug. "I'm judging by this one--"
+
+At that moment Oku re-entered the room, bearing in his hand a menu,
+which he handed to his master. Stafford glanced over it and nodded
+approvingly, then, taking out a pencil, he made one correction. This
+done, he handed it back.
+
+"I think that will do nicely. Have dinner served when ready."
+
+"Yes--sir--excuse, please."
+
+The butler was about to leave the room, when his master called him
+back.
+
+"Oku--just a moment." Turning apologetically to the others, he said:
+
+"Will you excuse me?" In an undertone to the butler, he said: "I
+shan't dress to-night--"
+
+Oku salaamed.
+
+"Anything else, sir?"
+
+"No--you can go."
+
+"Then excuse--please. Excuse--"
+
+The butler disappeared and the host rejoined his guests. Addressing
+the shipping clerk amiably, he said:
+
+"I'm glad you like this room, Mr. Gillie."
+
+There was no sarcasm in his voice, nor did he intend any. The railroad
+promoter was in good humor that evening, and he wanted his guests to
+feel perfectly at home, but Jimmie, in his ignorant egotism thought
+that his host was really flattered by his praise. Patronizingly, he
+said:
+
+"I do, for a fact. I think it's all right."
+
+Pointing to the library beyond, the millionaire said carelessly:
+
+"My best things are in that room. But there are some here that are
+rather good, I think. Did you notice this?" He picked up from a table
+a piece of carved ivory and held it so that all might see. "It was
+carved by a Japanese master nearly eight hundred years ago."
+
+"Did he get much for it?" asked Jimmie, opening wide his eyes.
+
+"Who," smiled Stafford, "the carver?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Probably a few cents a day."
+
+"A few cents a day?" gaped the clerk.
+
+"Yes."
+
+Jimmie whistled and walked away. Contemptuously he said:
+
+"He ought to have joined the Carvers' Union."
+
+Stafford laughed.
+
+"There was none in those days," he said. "Even if there had been he
+wouldn't have joined. He was an artist; he worked for the joy of
+working."
+
+Jimmie snickered. Sneeringly he said:
+
+"He knew his own business best, I suppose, but I've never seen a man
+who could raise a family on that."
+
+Replacing the ivory back in the cabinet where it belonged, Stafford
+turned to the mantel and pointed to the Peach Blow vase, which only a
+few moments before had met with disaster. But the damage was not
+visible from a distance, and with the natural pride of a collector
+showing one of his most valued possessions, the railroad man said:
+
+"I have one or two Peach Blows that I think are rather good. There is
+one up there which I am particularly fond of."
+
+Jimmie more and more nervous gave his fiancee a nudge. In a frightened
+undertone he whispered to her:
+
+"It's coming! It's coming!"
+
+To hide her confusion, Fanny pretended to be very busy with her
+handkerchief. Stafford, meantime, had gone up to the bookcase.
+Reaching up his hand so he could take hold of the vase by its neck,
+the millionaire went on:
+
+"This vase is said to be--"
+
+His hand touched the vase, but, instead of lifting it, he simply
+lifted up the piece which had been broken off. For a moment he stared
+at the fragment in amazement, while the others looked on in silent
+consternation. There was an ominous pause. Jimmie, turning pale, could
+feel his heart thumping violently against his ribs.
+
+"Why, it's broken!" exclaimed their host.
+
+"Yes--" said Jimmie quickly.
+
+"Why--so it is!" gasped Fanny, on the theory that an expression of
+bewilderment on her part would exonerate her from suspicion.
+
+Stafford stood still, trying to fix the two pieces together. He was
+quite cool and to all appearances the least concerned of the four.
+There was not even a note of impatience in his voice as he said:
+
+"Oku must be more careful. I never knew him to do a thing like this
+before."
+
+Virginia approached her future brother-in-law. In a quick undertone
+she said:
+
+"Tell him."
+
+"Not on your life," he answered in the same tragic whisper. "He
+doesn't suspect us. We can get away with it."
+
+Utterly disgusted, Virginia moved toward her host.
+
+"Mr. Stafford!" she said loudly and firmly.
+
+He looked up, surprised at her manner and tone.
+
+"Yes?" he smiled.
+
+"Oku didn't break it."
+
+Stafford stared at her in amazement.
+
+"Didn't he?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Really?"
+
+"No--it wasn't Oku." She hesitated a moment; as if still unwilling to
+disclose the real culprit, Finally she said: "We--we did--it."
+
+An expression of amused surprise came over his face, as he echoed:
+
+"Did we?"
+
+He looked from one to the other, his glance finally failing on Fanny.
+Alarmed at his scrutiny, she hurriedly pointed to her sister and her
+fiance:
+
+"Not me! Them!" she exclaimed.
+
+Stafford smiled. Although it meant a serious loss, to say nothing of
+the blow to his pride as a collector he was too much the man of the
+world to betray annoyance or to permit a little accident of that kind
+to spoil the evening's enjoyment. Courteously he said:
+
+"It doesn't matter in the least."
+
+Ashamed to hide behind a woman's skirts any longer, Jimmie now came
+forward. In a halfhearted fashion, he said:
+
+"I was looking at it when Virginia suddenly addressed me and I dropped
+it." With airy self-assurance, he added: "Of course I'll pay for it."
+
+Stafford shrugged his shoulders. Carelessly he said:
+
+"Please don't give it another thought, any of you."
+
+Leaving her companions, Virginia approached her host. Looking up at
+him earnestly, she said in an undertone:
+
+"I can't tell you how sorry I am."
+
+He was so tall that, standing close by she had to look up at him. As
+he stood there, so big and strong, smiling down at her, taking
+good-naturedly what might well have irritated any man, she thought to
+herself how handsome and nice he was. Looking into her eyes with the
+same ardent expression she had so often noticed in his glance, he said
+softly:
+
+"The only thing that I could possibly regret is the fact that the
+incident might throw a little cloud over what I hope will be a very
+pleasant evening. If you want to be really good to me, you will
+promise me you won't even think of it again. Is it a promise?"
+
+"I'll do my best," she murmured.
+
+"Thank you." Turning to Fanny, he said: "And you?"
+
+"Of course," she replied confusedly; "it wasn't any of my
+affair--but--"
+
+"Then it can't bother you," he laughed.
+
+"No," she smiled.
+
+The host turned to the shipping clerk.
+
+"Mr. Gillie?"
+
+Jimmie assumed a ludicrous expression. Hesitatingly he said:
+
+"I feel as though I ought to pay for it."
+
+"Oh, no, no!" laughed Stafford.
+
+"Yes," exclaimed the clerk, as if fully prepared to pay out $3,000 at
+a moment's notice, "that's the way I feel, but if you insist--"
+
+"And I certainly do," said his host decidedly.
+
+"Then," rejoined the clerk reluctantly, "I suppose I shall have to let
+the matter drop."
+
+Stafford smiled.
+
+"Then it is settled. Good!" Turning to Virginia, he said: "I think you
+told me that your sister and Mr. Gillie are engaged."
+
+"Yes."
+
+Going up to Fanny and her betrothed, he extended a hand to both:
+
+"Congratulations! I hope you'll both be very, very happy."
+
+"Thank you," said Fanny, with a little courtesy.
+
+"Oh, I guess we'll be all right," said Jimmie airily.
+
+Dropping into the easy chair near the table, the clerk helped himself
+uninvited to another cigar. Stafford took another seat near him, while
+Virginia and her sister continued to find pleasure in examining some
+of the art treasures scattered all about them.
+
+"May I ask when the wedding takes place?" inquired the host after a
+pause.
+
+Withdrawing the perfecto from his lips. Jimmie threw back his head and
+blew a ring of smoke up to the ceiling.
+
+"That depends," he replied carelessly, "on how--a--a--business venture
+of mine turns out."
+
+Now at close range, Stafford scrutinized his guest more narrowly.
+Quickly he took note of his ill-fitting clothes, cheap tie, frayed
+linen and shabby shoes. He hardly looked the kind of man likely to be
+burdened with heavy business responsibilities. Nodding
+sympathetically,
+so as to encourage confidence, he said:
+
+"I see. What business are you in, Mr. Gillie?"
+
+"I'm a shipping clerk."
+
+"Then you are not in business for yourself?"
+
+"No--that is, not now--though I hope to be some day. You see, I have
+ambitions."
+
+The millionaire nodded approvingly.
+
+"That's right. Every young man should be ambitious."
+
+"I want to do something big," went on his _vis-a-vis_
+confidently. "I have the ability. All I need is the chance to prove
+it."
+
+"H'm," said Stafford, with a slight tinge of scepticism in his voice.
+"In what direction do you think your talents lie, Mr. Gillie?"
+
+"Finance! Organization!" exclaimed the clerk enthusiastically. "I've
+got ideas, too! For instance, Mr. Stafford, did you ever stop to think
+of the money there would be in a Chewing Gum Trust?"
+
+"No, I must confess I never did," laughed his host.
+
+"Well--there's big money in it," said Jimmie confidently. "I've
+figured it all out. I'd like to tell you about another scheme of mine,
+which is going to revolutionize railroading in this country--cut down
+train time one-half. I told the girls about it; they think it's
+great!"
+
+Stafford nodded.
+
+"Yes--Miss Virginia mentioned it to me. You must tell me what it is
+some day."
+
+Inflating his chest, Jimmie sat back in his chair and puffed more
+vigorously at his cigar. Decidedly he was getting on. Here he was
+discussing business opportunities with one of the biggest men in New
+York. Carelessly he added: "I've got lots of other good ideas, too,
+but I suppose I'll never be able to work 'em out. What chance has a
+shipping clerk got?"
+
+Stafford looked at his interlocutor for a moment without speaking.
+Then suddenly and emphatically, he said:
+
+"Mr. Gillie, the business world is actually hunting to-day for men big
+enough to hold big positions. I don't mean mere fifty-thousand-dollar
+men. I mean hundred-thousand-dollar men. There is a better chance now
+for the really big man than there ever was."
+
+"But how is a fellow going to prove he is a big man?" inquired the
+clerk, removing the cigar from his mouth.
+
+"By doing whatever work in which he is engaged in a big way. The man
+who says to himself 'I'm too good for this job,' but only says it,
+will probably have it for the rest of his life. But the man who says
+'I'll show my boss that I'm too good for it,' and does his work in a
+way that proves it--the feet of such a man are on the road that leads
+to the City of Big Things!"
+
+Virginia, who had come near enough to overhear the last few words,
+stood listening, fascinated.
+
+"The City of Big Things!" she echoed.
+
+Stafford laughed. Rising and turning to Virginia, He said courteously:
+
+"But we didn't come here to talk business and such subjects as that."
+Changing the topic, he asked: "Have you read any of the new books,
+Miss Blaine?"
+
+"I'm afraid not," she smiled.
+
+"Virgie hasn't had much time to read lately," interrupted Fanny.
+
+"Busy?" demanded their host.
+
+"Well, it's this way," explained the elder sister, "we've had a lot of
+sewing to do, and three times in the last two weeks she's taken me to
+the art galleries to look at the pictures."
+
+"Really!" exclaimed Stafford.
+
+"Yes," broke in Jimmie, with a grin, "one time they took me. Some of
+the pictures were great, but I couldn't stand for those milk chocolate
+Dutch women with the Mellen's Food babies. I like pictures with
+something doing in them for mine--such as battles and sea pictures."
+
+The millionaire pointed towards the room beyond the salon. He said:
+
+"If you are fond of paintings of battle scenes, I have two
+Meissoniers, which I think rather good. They are in the library
+there--"
+
+"Can I see them?" demanded the clerk, anxious to pass for a
+connoisseur.
+
+"Certainly," replied his host. Turning to Fanny, he added: "There's
+also a collection of fans. I think it would interest you, too."
+
+"I am sure they will," she smiled. "Will you excuse us?"
+
+"Certainly--"
+
+She went towards the library and at the threshold turned and called to
+her fiance, who was lingering behind.
+
+"Coming, Jimmie?"
+
+"Surest thing you know," he grinned, rising to go and join her.
+Stafford accompanied them as far as the library door. Pointing all
+around, he said:
+
+"The books and the engravings will interest you. You needn't hurry.
+Oku will let you know when dinner is served."
+
+"Very well," smiled Fanny. "You and Virginia please excuse us. Jimmie
+and I will just browse in here for a while."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+
+Glad of the opportunity which allowed him a few minutes alone with
+the girl whose personality had taken so strong a hold upon him,
+Stafford gently closed the door, and, returning quickly, took a seat
+near Virginia.
+
+"Well--Miss Blaine?" he smiled.
+
+"Well--Mr. Stafford?"
+
+"Here we are all alone," he said, looking at her admiringly.
+
+There was a strange look in his eyes, a longing, appealing look, as if
+he had something on his mind to which he did not dare give expression.
+For a moment the girl regretted that she had not followed her sister.
+It was embarrassing under the peculiar circumstances to be alone there
+with him. There was a long pause, during which neither spoke. At last
+Virginia said:
+
+"Why didn't you let me see the pictures too? You know that I'm
+interested in books and pictures."
+
+She made a movement, as if about to follow the others, but instantly
+he put out his hand to detain her.
+
+"Not yet, please. I have so many things I want to talk to you about."
+
+In spite of herself, Virginia smiled at his boyish earnestness of
+manner.
+
+"What, for instance?"
+
+"Among them is--myself."
+
+"I know a great deal about you already," she said. "The newspapers and
+magazines have been full of the history of the man who, starting with
+nothing, has become a power in the railroad and financial world. It
+only needed one thing to make it fit for the model young man's
+story-book--it neglected to say--'our hero neither drinks nor
+smokes.'"
+
+"It couldn't," he laughed. "I do both."
+
+"Another public idol shattered!" she exclaimed merrily.
+
+He joined in the fun with her, in his frank, boyish way.
+
+"Behave, now!" he laughed.
+
+Virginia grew more serious. Thoughtfully she continued:
+
+"In the last interview which the newspapers had with you--"
+
+"Probably faked--" he interrupted.
+
+"You neglected to say, 'making my first thousand dollars was the
+hardest task of all.' All successful men do that; why not you?"
+
+He looked at her for a moment in an amused kind of way. Then
+carelessly he answered:
+
+"Making the first thousand was about the easiest for me. I got hold of
+some information about a certain stock, borrowed a hundred from a
+friend, put it up as margin in a bucket shop, and by pressing my luck,
+made and got my first thousand without any trouble whatever."
+
+Virginia looked straight at him, admiration as much for his
+personality as for his achievements showing plainly in the expression
+of her large, black eyes. Slowly she said:
+
+"And it was that, I suppose, which started you on the way to the City
+of Big Things. I like that phrase--The City of Big Things.'"
+
+He nodded as he answered: "It's a great city--the only one worth
+living in."
+
+"And you are one of the most prominent inhabitants."
+
+"I wouldn't go so far as to say that," he laughed in an embarrassed
+sort of way. "Still, every one in the city knows I'm living there."
+
+The girl made no reply, but absent-mindedly looked away in the
+direction of the library, where Fanny and her intended were heard
+chattering. For a few moments she sat still, as if engrossed in
+thought. Then suddenly she turned toward him. Impulsively she said:
+
+"I wonder how it must feel to be a man--and successful!"
+
+He laughed lightly, as he answered:
+
+"It feels great! To know that you've done something; to know that
+you've made a name and a place for yourself; to realize that no one
+dare try to walk over you; to feel that your bitterest enemy respects
+you and your rights because if he doesn't it means a fight to the
+finish--that makes a man feel good--"
+
+"I should think it would!" she exclaimed.
+
+"And then," he went on, "success means money, and money means power,
+and luxury and every comfort that the world can give. If a successful
+man wishes to travel by land, he has his private car, if he wishes to
+travel by sea, he has his own yacht, and so it goes."
+
+"It must be wonderful to be like you, and have everything that you
+could wish for."
+
+He smiled at her enthusiasm, and then his manner suddenly became more
+serious. In a tone which had peculiar emphasis, he said:
+
+"I didn't say that I had everything I could wish for."
+
+"Well, haven't you?" she demanded, as if surprised that a man so
+wealthy, so successful, could possibly lack anything he really
+desired.
+
+"No," he replied slowly, "I haven't a home."
+
+Still she appeared not to understand. Looking around at the
+magnificence all about her, she exclaimed:
+
+"Why, all this is so beautiful--"
+
+He shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"This?" he echoed. "This isn't a home. It's merely the place in which
+I live--sometimes."
+
+"Oh!" she exclaimed, light beginning to dawn upon her.
+
+He went on:
+
+"Furniture, pictures, tapestries, books--they don't make a home. Only
+a woman can do that--"
+
+He stopped short and looked fixedly at her, a deep, searching look, as
+if he would read her very soul. Their eyes met, and instinctively she
+divined what his words implied and at whom they were directed. The
+moment she had dreaded had come at last. This man was about to ask her
+to marry him. Instead of exulting at this triumph, this conquest which
+would make her the envied wife of a millionaire, she was suddenly
+seized by a nervous dread. With pale face and trembling lips, she
+waited for him to speak, her heart throbbing so furiously that she
+could almost hear the beats. The time had come when she must make up
+her mind. She liked him, but she did not love him. She must either
+refuse this millionaire and voluntarily forego the life of
+independence and luxury such a marriage would mean, or she must be
+false to her most sacred convictions and marry a man she did not love.
+Most girls would not hesitate. It was an opportunity such as rarely
+presented itself. They would marry him first and find out if they
+cared for him afterwards. But she was not that kind of a girl. She
+believed in being true to her principles. She did not love him. She
+admired his strength, his masterful energy; she respected his success
+and achievements in life, but between such regard and real affection
+for the man himself there was a wide gulf. If she was to be true to
+the opinions she had always held concerning the marital relationship,
+she must be candid and honest with herself and with him, no matter
+what material advantages were to be gained by such a union. No
+happiness could come of a marriage that was not based on material
+regard or affection. They had known each other too short a time. He
+might think now that he cared for her very much, yet it might not be
+love which he felt for her at all, but only a horrible counterfeit,
+which goes by the same name and which, like a fierce flame, flares up
+suddenly and then dies down again. She was sufficiently sophisticated
+and world-wise to gauge at its true worth the violent attraction for
+the opposite sex which passion engenders in some men--an irresistible,
+uncontrollable desire, which must be satisfied at any cost, even at
+the price of their own happiness. Afterwards, when the novelty had
+worn off, he might be sorry and she would be very, very unhappy. Was
+it worth the sacrifice?
+
+Stafford, bending over the arm of the chair on which she was seated,
+came so near that he almost touched her. She could feel his warm
+breath on her cheek. His eyes ardently fixed on hers, he whispered:
+
+"Virginia--will you make a home for me? Will you be my wife?"
+
+[Illustration: "VIRGINIA--WILL YOU MAKE A HOME FOR ME?" PAGE 137]
+
+Startled, the girl drew back as if she had been stung. She had
+expected the proposal, yet when it came she was taken completely by
+surprise.
+
+"Your wife!" she faltered.
+
+"Yes--my wife."
+
+She turned and looked straight at him. Agitated as she was within, her
+manner did not betray it. Calmly she said:
+
+"You take me by surprise. I am greatly flattered, but--is it not
+rather sudden? We know so little of each other--"
+
+Impulsively he seized her hand, and held it tight in his. She did not
+attempt to withdraw it. He was so moved that he could scarcely control
+his voice:
+
+"I do not have to know you long to be convinced that you are the only
+woman with whom I could be happy."
+
+"But are you convinced?" she persisted. "Do you really love me?"
+
+Abruptly he released her hand and sat up. In his eyes flashed the same
+ardor as before, but somehow the expression of his face had changed.
+He was no longer the eager unsophisticated lover, ready to do
+anything, say anything, in order to gain his end, but the resourceful,
+masterly man, accustomed to direct and control his own affairs, the
+man who will brook no interference with his will, even from the woman
+who may bear his name. Slowly, almost coldly, he replied:
+
+"You wish for the truth?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+He drew himself up and looked her squarely in the face. There was
+nothing of the lover in his manner now. An observer would have thought
+he was discussing with her some matter of business. And to him it was
+a matter of business--a matter to be discussed from every point of
+view and, above all, honestly. There must be no misunderstanding from
+the start. In this, he thought as she did. Their opinions on this one
+point were in curious harmony. He would not lie to her. He would make
+her his wife, give her all the money, all the furbelows, all the
+luxuries her heart desired, but he would not pretend something that
+was not. He would play cards upon the table. Guardedly he said:
+
+"I feel always that I want to be near you, to be tender to you, to
+look after and guard you, shield you from all trouble and harm--if
+that is love, then I love you."
+
+"And if I don't consider that--love?" she demanded, with a little
+nervous laugh.
+
+The millionaire shook his head.
+
+"Then I am afraid that I shall never love any one," he said. "You see,
+life with me has been one long fight. As a boy, I fought for bread; as
+a youth, I fought for an education, as a man, I fought for success.
+Everything I possess to-day I have wrested from the world, and while
+getting it I have been too busy for romance and love-making. But I
+think this will prove what regard I have for you. I have been
+attracted to many women, but you are the only woman I have ever asked
+to marry me. I await your answer. Will you be my wife?"
+
+The girl looked up at him, gazing earnestly Into his eyes, as if
+trying to read there if he was the kind of a man to whom a girl might
+entrust her happiness. Slowly she said:
+
+"You don't even trouble to ask if I love you?"
+
+"I don't expect you to--yet," he answered, with a smile.
+
+"And you would have me marry you, knowing that I do not love you?"
+
+"But I think you like me--a little. Don't you?"
+
+"Do you wish for the truth?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"I do like you--more than like you--but I don't love you--yet."
+
+"Do you love any other man?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Do you like any other man more than you like me?"
+
+"No."
+
+Once more he bent forward. Eagerly he said:
+
+"Then give me a chance--marry me, and I'll make you love me."
+
+"You'll--make me--" she echoed.
+
+"Yes," he murmured ardently. "I'll make you! And when once I have your
+love, I'll hold it against the world! Be my wife! I'll be a loyal and
+faithful husband. You shan't have a single care. You shall have every
+luxury that money can buy. Virginia--will you marry me?"
+
+His words, vibrating as they were with passion, sounded to her ears
+like music. Was this, then, the love call which nearly every woman
+heard some time in her life? And even if it was not love, would she
+not be a fool to let slip an opportunity such as came only to a few?
+At least he was as honest as herself. He admitted it was not love he
+felt for her, but in time love would come to bless their union, there
+was no doubt of that. Did any newly married couple really love each
+other at first? It was impossible, yet no one had the courage to admit
+it. She must decide and quickly. Her future was at stake--Fanny's
+future, too--for her own prosperity would naturally help her sister.
+Then, besides, he was such a nice, kind man. There was no reason she
+should not be happy. As she looked at him sideways, and noted his
+strong profile, his big, muscular frame, his air of energy and power,
+and thought of his success, his prominent position, his good
+reputation, she wondered to herself what more any girl could ask in a
+husband.
+
+Suddenly she felt his hand close upon hers. Gently but firmly he drew
+her to him. She did not resist, but closed her eyes, feeling a
+delicious thrill at the sensation of this big, strong man taking
+possession of her in spite of her will. Her head fell back, and he
+leaned forward until his lips nearly touched hers. But they went no
+further. He held himself in control, as if holding back until his lips
+had the right to seal their troth. Softly he murmured:
+
+"Tell me--tell me, Virginia--will you marry me?"
+
+Like a little frightened bird, helplessly fluttering its wings in the
+captor's strong hands, she trembled under his caress.
+
+"I don't know what to say," she murmured. "Give me time."
+
+"Say yes," he murmured amorously.
+
+Suddenly some one behind them coughed discreetly. Virginia, startled,
+sat up in confusion. She and Stafford had been so completely engrossed
+that they had not heard the entrance of Oku, who had come in to
+announce that dinner was ready.
+
+"Excuse, please! Dinner, it is served!"
+
+His master motioned him to go into the next room.
+
+"Go and tell Miss Blaine and Mr. Gillie," he said in a slightly
+annoyed tone.
+
+The servant disappeared, and Stafford, inwardly cursing Oku for the
+interruption, returned to the attack.
+
+"Won't you say yes?" he pleaded.
+
+But the spell was broken--for the time at least. Virginia had risen,
+and was busy rearranging her rumpled dress.
+
+Glad of the interruption, she shook her head. It was too serious a
+matter to be settled so quickly. She must have time to think.
+
+"Not now," she murmured.
+
+"Yes," he persisted, again approaching her.
+
+Her very resistance spurred him on. Like most men, he valued most what
+he could not have. Had she yielded readily, he would have thought less
+of her. She drew back, as if avoiding his embrace.
+
+"You must give me time to consider," she whispered.
+
+Stafford was about to insist, when suddenly the folding doors behind
+them were thrown open, disclosing the elaborately laid dining table.
+At the same instant Fanny and her fiance reappeared from the library.
+Giving Virginia a quick glance, as if anxious to know what had
+occurred during their absence, the elder sister said:
+
+"Those pictures are lovely, aren't they, Jim?"
+
+"Fine," he exclaimed.
+
+Stafford bowed in acknowledgment.
+
+"I'm glad you liked them," he smiled. Turning to the younger sister,
+he added: "Shall we go in to dinner?"
+
+Virginia, who had been standing with her back to the dining room, her
+face clouded in deep thought, turned round. An exclamation of surprise
+and delight escaped her lips when she caught sight of the elaborate
+spread made in her honor.
+
+"Oh, isn't it beautiful!" she exclaimed rapturously.
+
+The table, with its corbeils of fruit, beautiful silver, floral
+pieces, snowy linen, fine crystal, the whole dominated by a superb
+electrolier, which cast color over all, was indeed a spectacle to
+delight and fascinate the eye. Jimmie was so overcome by the sight,
+that he nearly fell over the chair which the accommodating Oku held
+out for him. At last all were seated, Virginia at the right hand of
+the host, Fanny at the left, the shipping clerk at the other end of
+the table.
+
+"Wine, Oku, the wine!" cried Stafford, while his guests began to
+nibble the dainty appetizers which preceded the more substantial
+dishes.
+
+The little butler, quick as lightning, filled the glasses with
+foaming, hissing champagne. The host, his eyes fixed on Virginia, rose
+to his feet, glass in hand, while Jimmie, unaccustomed to such fine
+surroundings, and feeling rather out of place, looked up and stared.
+Slowly Stafford raised his glass. Impressively he said:
+
+"Before we begin dinner, I have a toast to propose--"
+
+Fanny and Jimmie looked up.
+
+"A toast!" they cried in surprise.
+
+Stafford, his eyes still on Virginia, went on:
+
+"I have the honor of proposing the happiness of Virginia--my future
+bride!"
+
+Virginia started and turned pale and red in turn.
+
+[Illustration: RAISING HIS GLASS HE SAID: "TO VIRGINIA--MY FUTURE
+BRIDE!" PAGE 144]
+
+Jimmie, with an audible exclamation of satisfaction, nearly choked
+over his champagne. Fanny, overjoyed, took her sister's hand,
+exclaiming:
+
+"Really, Virgie! This is a surprise, and you didn't tell me?"
+
+"It--isn't--definite," stammered Virginia helplessly. "I--haven't--
+promised."
+
+Stafford laughed--the low, triumphant laugh of a man who knew he held
+the winning card. Again raising his glass, he said significantly:
+
+"No, dear, but you will. To the future Mrs. Stafford!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+
+For some time after the merry dinner in Robert Stafford's beautiful
+apartment Virginia saw but little of her wealthy suitor. In fact, she
+rather avoided him, preferring not to give the appearance of
+encouraging him, firstly because she had not yet made up her mind
+regarding the honor he had done her, secondly because it was not
+always easy to invent excuses for further delay in arriving at a
+decision. Yet, situated as she was, it was not possible to hide from
+him altogether. There were daily duties to be performed; the business
+routine of every day must go on. When in the hotel or its neighborhood
+Stafford never neglected an opportunity to see her, or when he was not
+able to come himself he sent her flowers, books and candy, paying her
+every delicate attention in the nicest and most considerate way
+possible.
+
+As soon as was practicable, she resigned her position at the hotel,
+taking this step not so much to avoid the railroad promoter, but
+because she did not wish to furnish anyone with the slightest pretext
+for criticism. The world is quick to censure. People could not help
+noticing that the millionaire spent a great deal more time at Miss
+Blaine's desk than was necessary to transact legitimate business, and
+it would not be long before the gossips got busy to her disparagement.
+For that reason she preferred to resign. Besides, it would be fairer
+to him. He had not even hinted at her taking such a course, but if she
+was to consider his proposal of marriage seriously--and each day the
+conviction grew stronger that it was her destiny--it was only proper
+that she should retire at once into private life and give people time
+to forget what she was before she became Robert Stafford's wife.
+
+But while this judicious step naturally resulted in a serious
+curtailment of her income, she was not idle. She helped Fanny in the
+millinery store, and, in order to keep herself in pocket money, gave
+private lessons to beginners. These tasks kept her fully occupied, and
+what with her studies and household duties the days went by cheerfully
+enough.
+
+Stafford was a regular and welcome caller at the Blaine home. He often
+came to take the sisters out for a spin in his splendid new touring
+car, a forty-horse-power Mercedes, and sometimes he would telephone
+from downtown and arrange for a little theatre party with supper
+afterwards at one of the fashionable night restaurants of the Great
+White Way.
+
+Fanny and Jimmie looked upon the couple as if they were engaged and
+treated Stafford accordingly, addressing him with the easy familiarity
+of a future brother-in-law, an attitude which he himself tactfully
+encouraged. He went out of his way to be amiable to Fanny, flattering
+her and making her presents, and encouraging Jimmie to talk of his
+wonderful ideas. Moreover, he gave him plainly to understand that,
+once Virginia and he were married, the shipping clerk's impecunious
+days would be over and a comfortable berth would be awaiting him in
+his office at a salary commensurate with his exceptional ability.
+
+This semi-promise was enough for Jimmie. From that moment on he was a
+changed man and Virginia knew no peace. He insisted that she was
+treating Stafford unfairly. If she did not want to marry him she
+should say so, and if she did intend to marry him she should be
+willing to name the day. As it was, she was standing in the way of her
+sister's prosperity and happiness. At the same time Fanny also added
+her powers of persuasion. Between the two Virginia felt that she had
+not much will of her own left.
+
+Thus the weeks passed, Stafford respectful and devoted, but daily
+growing more restive and impatient, urging his suit, refusing to be
+discouraged, waiting eagerly for the day when she would respond to his
+passionate pleading and throw herself without restraint into his arms.
+
+Meantime Fanny and Jimmie, having arrived at the conclusion that the
+prospects were bright and that they had been engaged long enough,
+suddenly decided to get married. Fourteen dollars a week--the weekly
+income of the bridegroom--did not allow of the setting up of a very
+elaborate establishment, but, as the clerk explained privately to his
+bride, it was only a question of time when Virginia would become Mrs.
+Stafford and then it would be smooth sailing for them all. Stafford
+had promised him a fat job at a salary worth while, and that could not
+possibly mean less than fifty dollars a week.
+
+"He wouldn't have the cheek to offer me less than fifty per," said
+Jimmie confidently.
+
+All of which sounded very hopeful to Fanny, who, however, was shrewd
+enough to make no mention to her sensitive sister of her intended's
+sanguine expectations.
+
+They were married at the little Roman Catholic church in 125th Street,
+Virginia being the solitary bridesmaid, while Stafford--willing enough
+to enter into the spirit of the occasion and taking a chance that in
+such a remote neighborhood no one would recognize him--acted as best
+man. The bride looked pretty and self-composed, while Jimmie was a
+picture of masculine magnificence in a new frock coat, patent-leather
+shoes, white tie, silk hat and a collar so high that he could not turn
+his head round. After the ceremony, they all dined gaily at Claremont
+at Stafford's expense and then the newly married couple left for
+Atlantic City, where the brief honeymoon was to be spent--on slender
+savings which Fanny had carefully hoarded for some time.
+
+Virginia cried bitterly as her sister drove away. It was the first
+time that they had been separated; she felt as if she was losing the
+last friend she had in the world. Stafford, full of kindly sympathy,
+tried to console her. Gently he whispered:
+
+"Don't cry, dear. Don't you see how happy she is? You wouldn't rob her
+of that happiness, would you?"
+
+"No, indeed," she sobbed.
+
+He bent down closer and whispered:
+
+"One day--she will be kissing her hand to you as you drive away in
+your bridal robes."
+
+She made no answer and he pressed for some response.
+
+"Won't she?" he pleaded.
+
+Her eyes still fixed on the cab, now fast disappearing in the
+distance, she murmured:
+
+"Perhaps."
+
+"When will that be?" he went on eagerly.
+
+She shook her head, irritated at his persistence at such a moment.
+
+"I do not know," she replied coldly.
+
+Thus far, Stafford had succeeded in keeping from his friends any
+intimation of his matrimonial plans, but it was hardly possible to
+keep the secret much longer. He and Virginia had been seen together in
+public places; his many visits to her house were known. Her sudden
+resignation from the hotel also had excited comment. People began to
+connect their names in a way unflattering to both. Such slanderous
+rumors must be stopped at any cost, thought Stafford to himself, and
+one evening at Delmonico's, while in a jovial, communicative mood, an
+opportunity came to unbosom himself freely to his friend Hadley. It
+was the latter's birthday and they were duly celebrating the occasion
+as three bottles of _Veuve Clicquot_, standing empty on the
+table, bore mute witness.
+
+Stafford had been drinking freely. His face was flushed and his voice
+was thick, familiar symptoms when he had imbibed more wine than was
+good for him. The secret came out suddenly owing to a chance remark
+dropped by Hadley, who, sober himself and speaking of women in
+general, argued that girls who were compelled by necessity to earn
+their own living formed a class by themselves. They could not be
+classed with the domesticated girl of good family because they were
+open to temptations and contaminating influences which the latter
+escaped. Coming in close contact with the busy, feverish world,
+associating on terms of daily intimacy with all kinds of men, the
+naturally high moral sense of the virtuous woman must necessarily
+become blunted in her new business surroundings.
+
+"Once the bloom is off a woman's moral sense," he argued, "it is only
+a step to the undermining of her virtue. It's inevitable," he went on
+as he sat back in his chair idly enjoying his cigar. "The home is the
+young girl's only protection. Take her out of it and you expose her to
+the manoeuvres of the first scoundrel who comes along. If she's
+temperamentally cold, she'll resist the seducer successfully; but if
+she's weak and pleasure-loving, she'll succumb and the devil will have
+won over another convert. Take, for instance, those stenographers in
+your hotel. That Miss Blaine--she's as pretty as--"
+
+Crash!
+
+There was a blow of a heavy fist falling on the table. The dishes
+danced, glasses fell in splinters on to the floor. Hadley, startled,
+turned round. Stafford, his handsome face flushed from the champagne,
+but now tense and angry, was looking at him fiercely:
+
+"Take care, old chap, how you talk of Miss Blaine! She's going to be
+my wife!"
+
+"Your wife!" exclaimed Hadley, removing his cigar from his mouth in
+sheer surprise.
+
+"Yes, my wife," repeated Stafford grimly. "What about it?"
+
+"Nothing--nothing at all, my dear fellow," he stammered, looking
+narrowly at his companion to see if he was sober, "allow me to
+congratulate you."
+
+There was an awkward pause. Then suddenly Stafford broke into a loud
+peal of laughter. His momentary ill humor had passed. Unable to
+account for the sudden change of mood, Hadley came to the conclusion
+that the railroad man was enjoying a joke at his expense.
+
+"You were guying me, eh?" he laughed.
+
+Stafford hiccoughed and shook his head. With drunken gravity he
+replied:
+
+"No, siree--sure as your life--she's going to marry me."
+
+Calling the waiter, he motioned to him to open another bottle of wine.
+
+"We'll drink to her health, Hadley, old top. Nicest girl in the
+world!"
+
+The champagne was uncorked and the railroad promoter poured out the
+wine with an unsteady hand. Lifting his glass he cried with mock
+sentimentality:
+
+"To Virginia--my bride!"
+
+The men touched glasses and Stafford, putting his glass to his lips,
+drained it at one gulp. Hadley stared at him in growing amazement. He
+saw his friend was drunk, but this was the first time he had suspected
+him of losing his senses.
+
+"And how long has this been going on?" exclaimed his companion when he
+had recovered somewhat from his amazement.
+
+Stafford laughed.
+
+"Ever since that day you were in my rooms at the hotel," he
+hiccoughed. "Didn't I tell you that I contemplated matrimony? Don't
+you remember?"
+
+"I didn't believe you. I thought you were joking. I never thought you
+were the marrying sort."
+
+"Why not?" spluttered the railroad man in an injured tone.
+
+Hadley looked his friend straight in the face. He was not the kind of
+a man to shrink from telling a friend the truth.
+
+"Do you want the truth?" he said slowly. "Well--you're too fond of
+your pleasures--too selfish! That's frank--but it's the truth.
+Selfishness keeps most men single. They're afraid to lose their
+liberty. When you marry you can say good-bye to your freedom."
+
+"Who said so?" exclaimed Stafford, his face redder than ever, his lips
+tightening.
+
+Hadley carelessly flecked the ash from his cigar. Calmly he replied:
+
+"Your wife will expect it. She'll have a right to expect it."
+
+Stafford smiled as he poured out another glass of wine. Grimly he
+said:
+
+"You don't know me, Hadley, not after all these years, or you wouldn't
+talk like that. I'm not the man to be bullied or tyrannized or even
+lectured by a woman. My wife and I will understand each other
+perfectly. I shall make that quite plain from the outset. It's only
+right. I give my wife--my name, my fortune. I expect in return
+something from my wife. I think I've found just the right kind of
+girl--unspoiled by society notions, sensible on every point--"
+
+"Even on that of letting you have your own way?" laughed Hadley.
+
+"Precisely. She is ideal in every particular. Clever, amiable, good
+looking, not too strait-laced--she's just the girl I want. Don't you
+remember," he hiccoughed, "it was you yourself who recommended her--"
+
+"As a secretary," said Hadley dryly.
+
+Once more Stafford emptied his glass. He had already drunk too much,
+but he still had his wits about him. Laughing boisterously at his
+friend's sarcasm, he quickly retorted:
+
+"As a secretary--precisely--and I've engaged her--for life."
+
+Again filling his glass, he went rambling on:
+
+"You and the other fellows at the club may chaff me all you choose.
+I'm going to marry her and that's all there is to it. I'm my own
+master, do you understand? I have no family--no inquisitive,
+meddlesome relatives, thank God! If this marriage is going to cost me
+what friends I have--all right--let them keep away! Such friends are
+not worth having, anyway. My mind is made up and you know me. Once I
+make up my mind, nothing can alter it." Determinedly he added: "I'll
+marry her even if she refuses me--"
+
+"Refuses you?" smiled Hadley cynically; "surely you don't anticipate
+anything of that sort. Girls don't refuse millionaires nowadays."
+
+Stafford's face clouded again. With an impatient gesture he cried:
+
+"That's just the kind of rot you fellows talk! You don't know
+Virginia. She's not the sort of girl to be influenced in that way. If
+she were, she'd have said 'yes' at once. I understand her perfectly.
+She's still uncertain if she cares enough for me. I respect her all
+the more for her reserve. I'd rather that than have a girl throw
+herself at me merely for my money." Carelessly he added: "Oh, I'm not
+worrying. We're getting along all right. It's only a question of time
+now--"
+
+Hadley did not know what to say. Evidently any advice he could have
+given on the subject was now too late. All he could think of was to
+mutter:
+
+"Well--congratulations--old sport!"
+
+Stafford, no longer crossed, broke into a smile once more. Leaning
+tipsily over towards his friend, his face flushed, his eyes sparkling,
+he hiccoughed:
+
+"Say, Hadley, she's a winner! Those big black eyes of hers are enough
+to drive any man crazy; and that figure! Can you blame me, Hadley? Can
+you blame me? Here, drink up!"
+
+"No," said his companion, disgusted and pushing his glass away. "I've
+had enough and so have you. It's getting late. Let's go."
+
+Stafford made no reply, but, calling the waiter, proceeded to settle
+for the dinner. While he was thus engaged, Hadley watched him in
+irritated silence.
+
+"_In vino veritas_!" he mused to himself. Truly the wine had
+spoken plainly. The cloven hoof was clearly visible. It was not so
+much the congenial companion, the soul-mate which Robert Stafford saw
+in Virginia Blaine as it was a lovely young animal for the
+gratification of his lust, his appetites. What marriage, based on that
+idea, could be a happy one? He felt sorry for the girl. If he knew her
+well or cared enough, he would warn her that his friend was not the
+marrying kind of man. Of course, Stafford would do the honorable
+thing, go through a marriage ceremony, make a handsome settlement and
+all that sort of thing; but when it came to leading a quiet, regular,
+domesticated life, he simply was incapable of it--that's all. He had
+enjoyed liberty too long to wear the harness now. He was too much of
+the _viveur_, too fond of his club, his poker parties and little
+midnight suppers with fair ladies. Once the novelty of marriage had
+worn off, he would return to the old life and then there would be the
+devil to pay. The wife would find it out, there would be a row, with
+court proceedings, alimony and all the rest of it. Or perhaps she
+would suffer and say nothing, as so many do. Anyway, he was sorry for
+the girl.
+
+Stafford looked at him and laughed boisterously.
+
+"What's the matter, old top? You're as serious to-day as some
+bewhiskered old college professor. Stop your philosophizing and let's
+have some more wine. I'll match you for another bottle. Come, now."
+
+Hadley shook his head and rose.
+
+"No more for me," he said firmly. "You don't want any, either. Let's
+go."
+
+"Which direction are you going?"
+
+"Up Fifth Avenue. Coming my way?"
+
+"Yesh--I'm with you--only I must stop in Forty-second Street first--at
+a jeweller's--to get a ring I ordered." Grinning stupidly at Hadley,
+he went on: "Great idea--diamonds! You can do anything with a woman if
+you give her all the jewels she wants! See, my boy?"
+
+A few minutes more and the two men, the taller one of whom walked
+somewhat unsteadily, were on Fifth Avenue, making their way towards
+Forty-second Street.
+
+Ten days later there appeared among the society notes of the New York
+_Herald_ this paragraph:
+
+"Robert Stafford, the well-known railroad promoter, was married
+yesterday at St. Patrick's Cathedral to Virginia Blaine, second
+daughter of the late John Blaine, once a well-known lawyer of this
+city. The ceremony was strictly private, the marriage being known only
+to a few intimate friends. The young couple sailed yesterday afternoon
+for Europe on their honeymoon."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+
+The Stafford wedding was a nine-days' sensation and then people forgot
+all about it. Society mothers with marriageable daughters said that it
+was scandalous for a man of wealth and position to throw himself away
+on a penniless nobody, and malicious tongues freely predicted that
+before long the railroad man would regret the foolish step he had
+taken.
+
+But for the present, at least, Stafford gave no indication of
+regretting anything. On the contrary, he and his young wife had come
+back from Europe in the highest of spirits, and immediately after
+their return to New York the millionaire proceeded to convince his
+critics of their error by throwing open his new house and entertaining
+on a lavish scale. For some time before his marriage Stafford had
+realized that his old apartment, comfortable as it was for the
+bachelor, would be quite inadequate for a married couple; so, getting
+rid of his lease, he had bought further down the Avenue near
+Seventy-second street a fine American basement house. It was a large
+modern residence, exquisitely furnished and supplied with every luxury
+money could buy. Virginia's private suite was particularly beautiful,
+being decorated in white and gold, in imitation of Queen Marie
+Antoinette's apartments at the Little Trianon.
+
+To Virginia this new life of luxury and pleasure was like a chapter
+from the "Arabian Nights." It seemed unreal, like some fantastic dream
+from which, sooner or later, there must be an abrupt awakening. For
+years she had been so accustomed to the gnawing anxieties of poverty
+that this sudden superfluity of wealth fairly stunned and overwhelmed
+her. Stafford, apparently more infatuated every day, took the keenest
+delight in pleasing her. Everything that he thought would add to her
+happiness was done. He showered her with costly presents, giving her
+wonderful diamond tiaras, superb pearl necklaces and other gems until
+her jewels were soon the talk of New York. She had _carte
+blanche_ at Fifth Avenue dressmakers and milliners; she had her
+French maid, her hairdresser, her automobile and her box at the opera.
+He forced open for her the doors of society and, once inside the
+exclusive circle, it was not long before Virginia made friends on her
+own account. People had expected to see a bold, coarse adventuress;
+instead, they were charmed by a modest, refined young woman who,
+intellectually at least, was their superior. Everybody received her
+with open arms. The men classed her as pretty and _chic_; the
+women declared she dressed divinely and gave exquisite dinners. Before
+long, society arrived at the conclusion that Robert Stafford had not
+made such a mess of his matrimonial venture, after all.
+
+The months went by so gayly and so quickly that it was the greatest
+surprise to Virginia when one day she realized that she would soon
+celebrate the second anniversary of her wedding. She was so taken up
+with one fashionable function after another that she had no time to
+think. Sometimes in the midst of her social activities, she stopped to
+ask herself if she was really happy, if this nerve-racking existence
+of idleness and pleasure--with its bridge parties, its dinners, its
+opera and theatre-going--was the kind of life she had dreamed of in
+her girlhood days. Sometimes she felt a longing, a yearning for a more
+useful existence, something nobler, higher.
+
+Then, all at once, there came a change. It seemed to her that Robert's
+manner toward her was not the same. For no apparent cause, he
+gradually grew more cold and distant. At first she thought she herself
+might be to blame and she carefully watched her own actions and
+attitude to see if she was neglectful in any way of wifely duties and
+devotion. But she had nothing with which to reproach herself. She
+managed his household and entertained his friends. When they were
+alone she played and sang for him. But, for some reason that she could
+not explain, she seemed gradually to lose the power of holding him at
+home. Under the pretext of urgent business, he stayed away more and
+more. Usually he telephoned at the last minute, saying he had a
+business dinner to go to or a directors' meeting to attend. It was
+seldom that she could count on his company, and it made her life
+necessarily seem very lonely. It was nice to be rich, but often she
+wished that they might be poorer, that Robert were less successful so
+that their life might be more domesticated, more intimate. She felt
+that even after two years of marriage she did not know her husband any
+better than when she first met him. There seemed to be between them an
+indefinable yet very real barrier which, for some unknown reason, she
+was impotent to tear down. Sometimes, too, she resented him making so
+little of her. Instead of taking her into his confidence in his
+business matters, he treated her as a child, whose opinion on serious
+things was valueless. Instead of coming to her as a comrade to ask
+advice, he preferred to play the ardent lover, as if that were all he
+expected of her. Her womanhood rebelled, but she said nothing. There
+were times, too, when he returned home very late, exhilarated by too
+much wine, and on such occasions his boisterous, passionate kisses
+nauseated her. Often she found herself longing for demonstrations of a
+more sincere and honest affection, but she always excused him on the
+ground that it was the fault of his temperament.
+
+Among all her husband's friends Fred Hadley was the one whose society
+she preferred. She found him sympathetic, kind and yet always
+respectful. He being very fond of music and having considerable
+literary taste, they soon found that they had many interests in
+common. Sometimes he would join them in their box at the opera, or
+when Stafford brought him home to dinner they sat and chatted on all
+kinds of congenial topics while the husband, wholly absorbed in the
+business details of a busy day, paid only scant attention to the
+conversation.
+
+One evening the subject of divorce happened to come up. They were
+discussing the notorious case of a well-known woman in society who had
+submitted to all kinds of cruelties and indignities on the part of her
+husband rather than shame him by bringing the matter into court.
+Stafford, for once becoming interested in the argument, declared
+decisively that the woman was right, that, having entered into a
+matrimonial compact, she was in honor bound to conceal from prying
+outsiders any domestic differences they might have. Virginia promptly
+differed with him and proceeded to give her reasons. Stafford was no
+match for her when it came to sociology and he could only grunt
+disapproval as she went on warmly to defend womankind from the
+ignominy of a degrading marriage, while Hadley, keenly interested,
+smoked his cigar and listened.
+
+"A woman who will suffer in silence while her brutal husband stands
+over her with a whip is a disgrace to her sex," she exclaimed hotly.
+"She is no better than a shackled slave; her position in the man's
+house is that of a concubine."
+
+"What shall she do?" cried Stafford with a shrug of his shoulders and
+a cynical laugh.
+
+"Get a divorce," retorted Virginia.
+
+"Divorce!" echoed the railroad man mockingly. "The world is full of
+divorcees. Everyone looks down on them. They have a bad name. What
+does she gain by that?"
+
+"Her own self-respect if not that of the world. Divorce is the only
+weapon a defenceless woman has."
+
+Stafford, badly beaten, relapsed into a sulky silence, while Hadley
+nodded approval.
+
+"You are quite right, Mrs. Stafford," he said; "the fear of divorce
+and its attendant publicity makes many a husband behave himself."
+
+Following up her advantage, Virginia picked up a newspaper lying on a
+table close by.
+
+"Here," she said, "is the opinion of a woman on this very question--a
+woman evidently who has herself suffered. She says:
+
+"'How many beings live together for long years strangers in mind and
+body! How many are the slaves of marriage whose relations are hideous
+with mutual hate! Why, in the name of a religious principle, should
+one make eternal the hell whose torments are as varied as they are
+overwhelming? Why should not reason and the right of the individual
+correct the mistakes of chance, false calculations, and hopes
+deceived? Why should a woman who does not find in her husband the
+necessary moral support suffer the tortures of a long agony in which
+she is defenceless, of a perpetual struggle in which she is miserably
+conquered; and, on the other hand, why should the husband who does not
+find in his wife the hoped-for companion or the desired slave, find
+the road to happiness forever closed to him? Before divorce was
+established, men and women who lived together in misunderstanding
+suffered an agony worse than that of the condemned to death, for
+nothing can be compared to the torture of being tied, body and soul,
+in hatred or scorn, or even indifference.'"
+
+Hadley nodded approvingly.
+
+"I think she puts the case pretty well," he remarked. "It's a strong
+argument in favor of the legal separation."
+
+"I beg to differ," said Stafford dryly. Rising with a yawn, he went
+on: "Half the marital troubles one hears about are the fault of the
+wife. She is often too exacting, too fond of meddling in her husband's
+affairs. A man who respects himself bends to no one--not even to his
+wife." With another yawn he added: "Will you two excuse me for a few
+minutes? I have a letter to write."
+
+Without waiting for an answer, he turned on his heel and walked into
+the library, closing the door behind him. Hadley puffed away at his
+cigar in silence, while Virginia gazed thoughtfully into the fire.
+Presently Hadley said:
+
+"Bob's in an argumentative mood to-night."
+
+Virginia sighed as she replied:
+
+"Yes--he has not much patience. He always takes the stand that man is
+the master, that women should have no will of their own."
+
+Hadley shook his head as he replied:
+
+"Old-fashioned notion that. The quicker he gets rid of it the better."
+
+Virginia looked at him without speaking. There was an inquiring,
+wistful expression in her face, as if she longed to unbosom herself to
+someone, and yet had no one close enough, intimate enough in whom she
+could confide. Presently she said:
+
+"Mr. Hadley, you've known my husband a number of years. Was he always
+as he is now?"
+
+"In what way do you mean?"
+
+"Was he always as dictatorial, as self-centred and self-willed?"
+
+Hadley laughed.
+
+"Yes, Bob was always inclined that way, and it seems to have grown on
+him as he has grown older."
+
+There was still another question hovering on the young wife's lips.
+Dare she ask it? Why not? This friend was so loyal, so considerate,
+that he would understand. If it worried her at all, it was because her
+happiness, the future of her unborn children, if she had any, might be
+at stake. At last, with an effort, she summoned up courage and
+ventured to give expression to what was on her mind.
+
+"Mr. Hadley, there's something else. I've intended to ask you for a
+long time--" Hesitating, she said: "I've quite forgotten what it
+was--"
+
+He looked at her keenly. He had observed for some time that things
+were not quite as they should be in his friend's home. Stafford seemed
+to be more indifferent to his wife, he stayed out more at nights; she,
+on her side, appeared to be continually on the defensive, as if there
+was constant friction. But by no outward sign could she have guessed
+that he gauged the situation. Carelessly he said:
+
+"Is it something about Bob?"
+
+Thus encouraged, she spoke up frankly, just as if she were talking to
+an elder brother:
+
+"Yes, that's it. Was--was my husband fond of wine as a young man? I
+can ask you this--you've been so intimate with him." Hastily and with
+a forced laugh she added: "I don't mean that he drinks to excess now,
+but I wondered if as a young man he ever took more than was good for
+him. I don't see how he could have done, for it would have interfered
+with his career."
+
+Hadley puffed seriously at his cigar. A kindly man by disposition, he
+really felt sorry for this brave little woman who was trying to make
+light of a tragedy. Slowly he replied:
+
+"I'm sorry to say that Bob has always had a _penchant_ in that
+direction. It has not interfered with his success, but when he's under
+the influence of liquor he's not himself. He seems to quite lose
+self-control." Looking at her closely, he added: "He hasn't been
+drinking since your marriage, has he?"
+
+Virginia colored.
+
+"Oh, no indeed," she replied hastily. "He wouldn't drink now, I'm
+sure, if only out of regard for me."
+
+Hadley was about to say more, when suddenly the library door opened
+and Stafford entered, hat in hand. Addressing his friend and without
+so much as glancing at his wife, he said curtly:
+
+"Coming over to the club, Hadley? There's a poker game on to-night. I
+promised to take a hand."
+
+The two men went away together and that night Virginia sobbed herself
+to sleep.
+
+Another month went by and imperceptibly, almost unnoticed by
+themselves, the coolness between husband and wife grew. There was no
+open quarrel, not even a cross word; but Stafford stayed out nearly
+every night and Virginia, left alone in the great library with only
+books for companions, wondered if this was the happy married life she
+had prayed for.
+
+One night the servants were awakened by a commotion at the front door.
+Their master, returning from the club, had stumbled and fallen down
+the stoop. Oku picked him up, and Stafford, luckily unhurt, staggered
+unaided to his room. Half an hour later the stillness of the night was
+again disturbed--this time by a woman's shrill scream of fright and a
+man's voice raised in tones of angry command. To the servants it
+seemed as if the sounds came from their mistress' room.
+
+Thus the months passed, and to the outside world, which obtained only
+an occasional glimpse into the Stafford household, the railroad man's
+pretty young wife was one of the most-to-be-envied women in New York.
+Still, there were some who shook their heads. They pointed to the
+young Mrs. Stafford's pale face and melancholy manner. In the last few
+weeks particularly she had lost her good spirits and was only a shadow
+of the girl who two years before had entered Robert Stafford's home a
+bride.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Meantime Virginia's sister, now Mrs. Gillie, was as happy and
+contented in her married life as circumstances would permit. She was
+not able to live on as grand a scale as her rich sister, but Jimmie's
+income, thanks to Mr. Stafford's generosity, had been increased to an
+amount quite beyond their most sanguine expectations. Beginning at a
+salary of $50 a week, he had been quickly raised to $100, and there
+was every prospect of even better to come. This enabled them to live
+very comfortably and even to save a little money. They had a pretty
+flat in One Hundred and Fortieth Street, where a baby girl had come to
+bless their union. Jimmie was a considerate enough husband, but
+indolent, and, still impressed with his own importance, he was always
+grumbling that his merit was underestimated by the world in general
+and his present employer in particular. Fanny considered it most
+ungrateful, and one morning at breakfast she took him to task:
+
+"How can you speak in that way of Mr. Stafford?" she protested. "We
+owe him everything."
+
+His mouth full of toast, her husband gulped down his scalding coffee.
+Disdainfully he replied:
+
+"That's where you women understand nothing about business. Stafford
+must find me useful or he wouldn't be paying me $100 a week. I'm worth
+more than any other man he's got, that's the size of it. He pays me
+less because I'm one of the family. That's the way it always is. I'm
+no fool. I know what I ought to be getting. He's got to do better by
+me or I'll quit. I'll show him that I'm no $100-a-week piker."
+
+"You've no right to say that, Jim," interrupted his wife. "Just think
+how good he is to Virginia. He's always giving her something. Only
+last week he bought her a diamond necklace which must have cost $5,000
+if a cent."
+
+"Pshaw!" he retorted with a sneer, "what good does Virginia's necklace
+do me? More fool he to throw so much money away on finery. I guess he
+was drunk when he did it."
+
+Her face red with indignation, Fanny rose from the table.
+
+"How dare you say such a thing of Robert?" she cried angrily. "You
+ought to be ashamed of yourself. Really, I've no patience with you!
+Such base ingratitude after all he has done for us! And so uncalled
+for! If ever there was a model husband--"
+
+"You don't say so!" he interrupted with a sneer.
+
+There was something peculiar about her husband's manner that made
+Fanny look at him more closely.
+
+"What do you mean?" she demanded uneasily.
+
+He grinned.
+
+"Who told you that he was a model husband? Did Virginia ever say so?"
+
+Fanny stared at him, not understanding.
+
+"She never said he wasn't," she stammered.
+
+He chuckled.
+
+"Say--but you women are easy marks! Of course she didn't. A girl with
+Virginia's spirit doesn't like to confess she's made a mess of it. I
+guess she knows well enough by this time that her model husband is not
+all that he should be, that he goes on periodical sprees and is apt to
+come home any night dead drunk. All New York knows it."
+
+Speechless with astonishment and consternation, Fanny stood still,
+staring at her husband. Could this be true? Was Virginia unhappy, had
+they made a mistake, after all? Now she came to think of it, she
+recalled some peculiar remarks dropped by her sister from time to
+time; there had been days when she was strangely depressed, as if she
+lived in fear of something or someone. Was it possible that Robert was
+not the man he seemed? Virginia had never even hinted at such a thing
+directly, but one day, she remembered, her sister had brought up the
+subject whether it was a woman's duty to go on living with a husband
+after she had ceased to respect him.
+
+For some days after Jimmie's revelation at the breakfast table, Fanny
+went about her little flat listless and discouraged. Her usual high
+spirits had gone; she felt nervous and ill at ease. If Virginia was
+unhappy it was she alone who was responsible. She had encouraged the
+match and really persuaded her sister into it. The very first
+opportunity she would find out herself if there was any truth in the
+story.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+
+The blow had fallen upon Virginia with the unexpectedness and
+appalling swiftness of a bolt from the blue. From a tranquil state of
+contentment and comparative happiness she suddenly awoke to the fact
+that she had made a terrible mistake, and when she realized the full
+significance of her misfortune, she sank nerveless on to a sofa in her
+boudoir and gave way to a wild outburst of hysterical tears. What
+could her life be henceforth? How could she hide from the world her
+shame, her humiliation, her degradation? To be the wife of a drunkard,
+a man given up to the vilest passions, who came to her only when,
+temporarily bereft of his reason, she was no longer able to recognize
+in him the man she had married!
+
+The first time it happened she thought she would go insane from
+fright, horror and disgust. He had been out to dinner and returned
+home very late, and so tipsy that he fell down the front steps. She
+heard nothing of the commotion, having gone to bed and closed her
+door. He knocked and asked her to come into the library and chat a
+little; so, thinking to please him, she slipped on a robe and went in.
+At first she did not notice his condition. He was in high spirits and
+insisted on opening a bottle of champagne. Then she observed that his
+face was flushed, a strange look was in his eyes--a look she had never
+seen there before--and his breath smelled strong of drink. He became
+very amorous and clumsily threw his arms around her. She recoiled in
+disgust, but he seized her, overpowered her by sheer brute strength,
+leered at her like some gibbering ape, polluted her lips with
+whiskey-laden kisses, claimed possession of her body with the
+unreasoning frenzy of a beast in rut.
+
+The next day he avoided her, as if ashamed of his conduct, and for
+some time he kept out of her way. Then frankly, candidly, he came to
+her and asked her pardon. It would never happen again, he said, if
+only she would forgive him. She forgave, and a few weeks later the
+same disgraceful scene occurred. Again he professed to be filled with
+remorse. Never again would he touch wine--if only she would again
+overlook it. A second time was he forgiven, and shortly afterwards she
+was once more the victim of his lust and violence.
+
+Panic-stricken, not knowing where to turn, in whom to confide, she
+went almost insane from anxiety and grief. She could not take
+strangers into her confidence; she even shrank from telling her own
+sister. This, then, was the barrier which her unerring instinct had
+sensed--her husband was a drunkard! He took pleasure in his wife's
+society only when the champagne aroused his amorous instincts. That
+was why he had married her. This millionaire had covered her with
+jewels, given her a luxurious home, but at what a price! He had said
+he loved her. Love? Such a word was a mockery in the mouth of such a
+voluptuary. The only feeling he had for her was the blind instinct of
+the primeval brute. He had no respect for her; he regarded her as
+something he had a right to force his will upon. She was his
+plaything, his mistress--not his wife. When, heated with wine, he
+approached her, a horrible, meaning smile on his face, he seemed to
+take possession of her as of something he had a right to, something he
+had bought and paid for and which was his alone to enjoy.
+
+It was impossible to go on living like this. Unless she asserted her
+womanhood he would gradually degrade her to his own level. She
+suffered silently, atrociously, feeling her degradation all the more
+keenly because of her intelligence which rebelled against the
+injustice and ignominy of it. Her womanhood revolted against this
+continual, humiliating subjection to the will of the male, of which
+her sex was the victim. She suffered as thousands of women have done
+before her, as only a woman can suffer when in spite of herself,
+against her own inclination and will, she is forced to submit to the
+unwelcome caresses of a man she no longer loves, a man she can no
+longer respect. There was only one way out. He must either swear never
+again to touch a drop of liquor or she would leave him forever. Yes,
+that was the only way. She would rather suffer any privation than put
+up with his brutality.
+
+Then, in calmer moments, she hesitated. It would not do to be too
+hasty. Perhaps he would never again offend in that way. He had broken
+each promise, it was true, but he seemed so sorry each time, so filled
+with remorse. Ought she to give him another trial? In her dilemma she
+decided to ask counsel of her sister. She would not tell Fanny
+everything, of course; that would be too dreadful, too humiliating.
+She would merely ask her what she herself would do under similar
+provocation.
+
+An opportunity soon presented itself. Frequently during the Winter she
+invited Fanny to go with her to the opera, and sometimes when there
+were to be several outings, her sister would come and stay at the
+Stafford home for several days, bringing her baby with her, a suite
+having been set apart for the Gillies' exclusive use. The house was so
+large that Virginia could well spare the room. Besides, she liked to
+have her sister's companionship.
+
+It was on the last night of one of these protracted visits that Robert
+Stafford's wife found the long-waited-for chance to unburden her
+heart. She and Fanny had been to the opera and just returned home.
+Virginia was in her boudoir, still wearing the magnificent gown and
+wonderful jewels which made her the cynosure of every eye in the
+Metropolitan's aristocratic horse-shoe circle. Fanny had gone to her
+own apartment and Josephine, the French maid, took from her mistress
+her cloak and opera bag. While the girl disposed of the articles she
+chattered in French:
+
+"Je pensais que Madame rentrerait un peu plus tard--"
+
+"Yes," replied Virginia languidly, "we returned much earlier than we
+expected. The opera was stupid--"
+
+Josephine, a born diplomat, stopped short and, going into ecstasies
+over her mistress's gown, exclaimed rapturously:
+
+"Oh, que Madame est jolie ce soir, vraiement ravissante!"
+
+"I'm glad the gown looks well," replied Virginia with an air of weary
+indifference as she sank down on a sofa.
+
+"Mais oui--Madame n'a jamais ete si jolie."
+
+"Donnez moi mes pantoufles," said her mistress with a yawn. She was
+very tired and was glad to change her tight opera slippers for more
+comfortable footwear.
+
+"Oui, Madame!"
+
+Josephine knelt down, took off the dainty slippers, and, going to a
+closet, brought a pair of easy bedroom slippers and put them on.
+
+"Has Mr. Stafford returned?" inquired Virginia.
+
+"No, Madame."
+
+"Nor 'phoned?"
+
+"No, Madame. Did not Monsieur go to opera with Madame and Madame
+Gillie?"
+
+"Yes," said her mistress hastily, "but he couldn't stay. He had some
+business to attend to. You are quite sure he hasn't 'phoned?"
+
+The girl shook her head.
+
+"No message, Madame. I find out." Picking up the receiver from a
+telephone on the bureau, she spoke downstairs: "Hello! Who is this?
+Madame want to know if any word has come from Monsieur since he went
+away! You are quite sure? Merci!" Replacing the receiver, she shook
+her head and said: "No, Madame."
+
+Virginia looked away. Her hands were tightly clenched and a hard, set
+expression came into her face. Rising, she said:
+
+"Very well. I'll get into something loose."
+
+"Oui, Madame!"
+
+The girl took off her mistress's jewels and put them away in a drawer
+of the dressing table. This done, she began to unhook her dress.
+
+Virginia shivered. She did not feel well; her face was flushed and her
+head ached. She thought that, possibly, she had taken cold. In a tone
+of mild reproach she said:
+
+"The bath was a little cold this morning, Josephine."
+
+The maid looked distressed. Such a calamity was unheard of--hardly to
+be believed. Apologetically she exclaimed:
+
+"Je suis vraiment desolee, Madame. It not happen again--I see to
+that."
+
+Virginia smiled languidly:
+
+"I'm not complaining, Josephine--"
+
+"No, Madame is very good and kind."
+
+"There's no reason why I shouldn't be."
+
+"Merci, Madame," said the girl with a courtesy.
+
+At that moment there was a knock at the door and Fanny entered. She,
+also, was in evening dress, but less elegantly attired than her
+sister. Dropping into a chair, while Virginia went on changing her
+gown, she exclaimed:
+
+"Baby's all right, thank God! She's sleeping just as sound as can be."
+
+"Isn't that nice?" smiled Virginia.
+
+"Yes," went on her sister proudly, "she's a perfect darling."
+
+"She's certainly a dear," murmured Virginia, turning to view herself
+in the long mirror.
+
+"Did you ever know a child who behaved better?" demanded the proud
+mother.
+
+"Never. She hasn't been the slightest trouble since you've been
+here--has she?"
+
+"No!" smiled Fanny. "And she's always that way. It's such a comfort to
+a mother to know her child has a sweet disposition. I wonder whether
+she gets it--from me or from Jimmie."
+
+"Jimmie's coming in say good night, isn't he?" asked Virginia.
+
+"You bet!" exclaimed her sister, involuntarily relapsing into slang.
+"I mean--certainly he is."
+
+"That's right," said Virginia.
+
+"Shall we see you in the morning before we go?"
+
+"Of course."
+
+"I thought perhaps you'd have breakfast in bed."
+
+"And let you and the baby go without saying good-bye? No, indeed."
+
+Virginia had now changed her gown for a loose, clinging robe. With a
+sigh of relief she exclaimed:
+
+"Oh, how good it is to be unlaced!"
+
+"That's right," replied Fanny; "make yourself comfortable. I could let
+an inch or so out of mine without doing any violent harm. Oh, I just
+love to be dressed--decolletee! I got it right that time, didn't I,
+Josephine?"
+
+"Oui, Madame," replied the maid.
+
+"Fine! And say, Virgie--"
+
+"Yes?"
+
+"I looked them all over at the opera to-night and you take it from
+me--nobody had anything on us to-night."
+
+"You certainly looked very well," said Virginia with a smile.
+
+Fanny beamed with pleasure.
+
+"You weren't ashamed of your sister, were you?" she said.
+
+"Ashamed! I should say not."
+
+"Of course," went on the elder sister proudly, "with my figure I can
+wear anything! But when it comes to evening dress I flatter myself
+that I'm in the front of the procession and very near the band!"
+
+"It certainly is becoming to you."
+
+"You were a dream!" went on her sister enthusiastically. "Did you see
+the look you got from the young woman in the next box--the one with
+the pushed-in face?"
+
+"No."
+
+"I did. Prussic acid and vinegar."
+
+"Oh, Fanny!"
+
+"I saw it. One drink would have meant death mingled with convulsions."
+
+"You imagined it."
+
+"Not much," retorted her sister. "I saw it, I tell you. So did
+Jimmie--I mean James. You know I'm trying to break myself of this
+habit of calling him Jimmie. It's so common."
+
+"Where is Jimmie?" smiled Virginia, still busy at her dressing table.
+
+"Smoking a cigar and admiring the baby."
+
+Virginia remained silent for a moment. Then, thoughtfully, she said:
+
+"Do you know what I'm going to do for her?"
+
+"No--what?" demanded Fanny eagerly.
+
+"I'm going to do all I can for her. She'll never have to fight and
+struggle as you and mother did. I'm going to buy her clothes for her,
+see after her education, get a governess when the time comes, send her
+through Vassar or Wellesley if she wants to go, see that she learns
+how to ride and drive. In fact, I'm going to do everything for her
+that money and love can."
+
+Fanny clasped her hands with delight. Enthusiastically and gratefully
+she exclaimed:
+
+"You're a thoroughbred, Virgie! But what would your husband say?"
+
+"Robert would help me. He's as fond of her as I am. And you know the
+size of his heart."
+
+"I should say I do," replied Fanny eagerly. "See what he's done for
+James and me already."
+
+"Anything else, Madame?" inquired Josephine, who had finished her
+duties.
+
+Her mistress shook her head.
+
+"No, Josephine. You needn't wait for me."
+
+"Shall I call Madame in the morning?"
+
+"No. I'll ring when I want you."
+
+"Oui, Madame." Turning round at the door, she said apologetically:
+"Quant au bain, je verrai a ce que cela ne se repete plus."
+
+Virginia smiled good naturedly:
+
+"Very well, Josephine--that's all right--"
+
+"Bonne nuit, Madame!"
+
+The girl went out, closing the door behind her. Fanny, laughing,
+mimicked her:
+
+"'Anything else, Madame?' 'No, Josephine, you needn't wait for me.'
+'Shall I call you in the morning, Madame?' 'No, I'll ring when I want
+you.' Gee! That's classy, all right. It's just like one reads about in
+the story books."
+
+"What is?" asked Virginia, who, still seated at the dressing table,
+had begun to arrange her hair for the night.
+
+"You and the way you speak French!"
+
+The younger sister laughed heartily.
+
+"Why shouldn't I? I've studied hard enough in the last year and a
+half."
+
+"And your music!"
+
+"That, too."
+
+"And your German! And your books on literature and art!"
+
+Taking in the entire room with a sweeping gesture of her hand, she
+continued:
+
+"And all this--and your autos--and your yacht--and your box at the
+opera--and everything that money can buy--and just think only two
+years ago you were an underpaid telephone girl in a hotel!"
+
+"Yes, it is wonderful, isn't it?" sighed Virginia.
+
+"Wonderful!" exclaimed the other. "It makes Laura Jean Libbey look
+like a piker."
+
+"Fanny!" protested her sister.
+
+"What's the matter?"
+
+"Slang!" said Virginia reproachfully.
+
+"Oh, I just have to blow off steam once in a while," replied Fanny
+carelessly. "And maybe I'm not in it, too. Two years ago I was working
+in our little millinery store. Enter the rich Mrs. Chuddington. She's
+fifty if she's a day, weighs a hundred and ninety and has a--a double
+chin. She sees a hat that would suit a girl just out of school and
+tries it on. I look at her and say: 'Oh, Mrs. Chuddington, isn't that
+lovely!' Of course, I know it's awful, but I have to say it because
+it's business. I point to the customer and Marie says: 'Oh, Mrs.
+Chuddington, isn't that exquisite!' Then Mrs. Chuddington puts on the
+hat, leaves the store looking a perfect fright. Marie looks at Fanny;
+Fanny looks at Marie, and though we don't say a word, we think--oh!
+how we do think!"
+
+Virginia smiled in spite of herself.
+
+"They try it with me," she laughed.
+
+"But how is it now?" went on Fanny with an attempt at dignity. "Now,
+I'm Mrs. James Gillie, sister of the rich Mrs. Robert Stafford, with
+whom I have just spent an evening at the opera and who I am now
+visiting in her French boudoir! Sometimes I don't believe it's real,
+and I find myself getting ready to wake up just in time to hear the
+alarm go off!"
+
+"It is real enough, Fanny," smiled her sister. After a pause, she
+asked: "And you--you are happy?"
+
+"Of course I am," said the other, dropping into a seat. "Why shouldn't
+I be? Haven't I got James and the baby and a pretty flat, and a maid
+to do the work. And isn't James getting a hundred a week from Mr.
+Stafford? Well, I should say I am happy!"
+
+"I'm so glad," murmured Virginia with a sigh.
+
+Looking up quickly, Fanny asked:
+
+"You're happy, too, aren't you?"
+
+Virginia made no reply for a moment. Then she said hesitatingly
+
+"Yes--"
+
+Fanny looked closely at her. Was there any foundation for the story
+Jimmie had told her? Was her sister unhappy? Did all this luxury
+conceal an aching heart?
+
+"If you're not," she said tentatively, "I don't know what you want.
+Nobody could be a better husband than Robert. He's just the kindest,
+nicest man; a woman simply couldn't help loving him."
+
+Virginia made no answer and Fanny continued:
+
+"You do love him, don't you?"
+
+"Yes," said Virginia hesitatingly, "most of the time. In fact, nearly
+all of the time."
+
+"Most of the time--nearly all the time," exclaimed Fanny. "What do you
+think love is? Off again, on again, Finnigan! You either love a man or
+you don't; at least, that's the way I understand it."
+
+Virginia shook her head. Gravely she said:
+
+"The trouble is that you don't understand--this."
+
+Fanny put her arm round her sister's neck. Sympathetically she said:
+
+"What is it, dear? Tell me--"
+
+Virginia turned round and faced her sister. First looking round the
+room to make sure no one was there, she said in a whisper:
+
+"Did Jimmie ever come home--drunk?"
+
+"I should like to see him try it," exclaimed Fanny indignantly. "Just
+once. I imagine once would be enough."
+
+"Then you can't understand it," said Virginia quickly.
+
+"Does--Robert?" asked Fanny in a low tone.
+
+Virginia nodded and turned her head away.
+
+"Often?" demanded her sister.
+
+Virginia shook her head despondently. Stifling back the sobs that
+choked her utterance, she answered:
+
+"If it were often, I couldn't bear it. I should have left him long
+ago. It's bad enough as it is."
+
+Fanny kissed her.
+
+"Poor girl!" she murmured.
+
+Drying her tears, Virginia went on:
+
+"When he's himself there isn't a finer man in the world, but when he's
+not--"
+
+"Tell me everything," said Fanny, putting her arm sympathetically
+round her little sister's waist.
+
+Virginia turned away. Confusedly she said:
+
+"I can't--now."
+
+"Oh, yes, you can," said Fanny coaxingly, "me--your sister."
+
+"No--no--"
+
+"Yes, you can, dear. Does he come home in a nasty temper?"
+
+"He's generally in the best of tempers--at first."
+
+"And afterwards? You can tell me! What is it?"
+
+"Afterward," said the young wife in a low tone, as if ashamed to tell
+the rest: "it isn't love at all--he's just a stranger--inflamed with
+liquor--who has me in his power!"
+
+Fanny, shocked, clasped her sister the more closely.
+
+"Virgie!" she exclaimed. "Poor little Virgie!"
+
+"Yes, it's horrible," said Virginia, with difficulty keeping back the
+tears. "Sometimes," she went on, "for days I can hardly look at him!
+And yet, strange as it may seem, I still love him! I love him to-day
+better than I ever loved him. Why? I do not know. If it wasn't for
+just that one thing I could be the happiest woman in the world."
+
+"Poor little girl," murmured Fanny, consolingly.
+
+At that moment there was a sharp rap on the door. The elder sister
+quickly went to open.
+
+"It's James," she said, "shall I let him in?"
+
+"Certainly," replied Virginia.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+
+Mr. James Gillie looked to-day an entirely different person to what he
+had appeared when he first came courting his wife. He had never lacked
+a bold front, at any time, but in those early days his salary of $14
+per did not permit any great latitude in the important matter of
+furnishing his wardrobe. Compelled to be satisfied with the cheapest
+ready-made garments, the knowledge of his sartorial shortcomings had
+always exercised a certain sobering effect on him, especially when in
+presence of his superiors. But now conditions had changed. Thanks to
+his present employer's liberality, he was able to stamp himself with
+the hall mark of success. As Robert Stafford's right-hand man, drawing
+$5,000 a year, self-denial was no longer necessary; he could indulge
+his taste to the limit. Dressed in a fashionably cut evening dress
+coat, with white tie and waistcoat, patent-leather pumps and silk
+socks with embroidered trees, anyone might have easily taken him for a
+gentleman--until they heard him talk. His speech, crude and slangy as
+ever, seemed to have lagged behind in his climb toward business and
+social recognition.
+
+Nor could it be said that the young man, so fertile in ideas, had
+lived up to all the brilliant promises which he had made. After two
+years rich with opportunities of a kind which fall to the lot of few
+men, he had accomplished nothing that was at all likely to prove of
+lasting or even temporary benefit to his fellow man. Much to his
+astonishment and mortification, his most cherished inventions had been
+openly derided as little better than the ravings of a lunatic, and he
+soon discovered that no one in the railroad office--not even the
+office boy--took him seriously. He was tolerated by the office staff
+because he happened to be the husband of the boss' sister-in-law, but
+no one dreamed for an instant of entrusting him with any work
+involving responsibility. He was given an occupation in which he would
+do the least harm, and for his services his millionaire employer,
+anxious to help his sister-in-law in every way possible, humorously
+invented quite a novel rate of remuneration. He decided to pay Jimmie
+exactly ten times what he was actually worth. Thus at first when the
+clerk was actually worth $5 he was given $50; later when he was worth
+$10 he was raised to $100. Being quite unaware of this carefully
+graduated scale of wages, made specially in his honor, Jimmy went to
+the Stafford office every day wearing the same jaunty self-confident
+air, convinced that his employer was underpaying him and that he was a
+very valuable person, indeed.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+As he entered Fanny ran up to him and kissed him impulsively. Jimmie
+looked at her in surprise. Comically he remarked:
+
+"What's that for? A touch?"
+
+She laughed heartily.
+
+"Not this time." Looking admiringly at her husband, she added:
+
+"Well, I guess this was some night for the Gillie family, eh?"
+
+"Yes--wasn't it!" exclaimed Virginia, still occupied in preparing for
+the night.
+
+Jimmie grinned. Good-humoredly he said:
+
+"You were queens--both of you! The others were only deuces!"
+
+"I'd be sure to think that, anyway!" laughed Fanny.
+
+"So would anybody with good eyes," he went on. "Honest--I never saw so
+much paint on a bunch of women in my life! When it comes to
+complexion, they make the crowd at the French Maids' Ball look like a
+lot of schoolgirls just out of the convent."
+
+"It was pretty bad," assented his wife.
+
+"The funny thing," he continued, "was that the old ones were the
+worst. There was one old party in particular--the one that wore that
+long fur coat--what a fur coat!--I'm not sure what kind of fur it was,
+but it looked to me like unborn plush!"
+
+"James!" exclaimed his wife, scandalized.
+
+"Well," he proceeded, "that dame was so outrageously made up that you
+could have used her face for a danger signal--on the level you
+could--and yet I'll bet she was so old it would break a fellow just to
+buy candles for her birthday cake."
+
+"I know the one you mean," laughed Fanny.
+
+"Why do they do it?" he demanded with an air of superiority. "Do they
+think folks are blind? Or does each woman imagine that while she can
+spot it on every other woman a mile off, nobody can see it on her?"
+
+"I think you have guessed it!"
+
+"We were all right, weren't we?" interrupted Virginia with a smile.
+
+"That's what you were!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. Then, surveying
+his own clothes in the mirror with great satisfaction, he went on:
+"While we are on the subject, what is the matter with 'yours truly'?"
+
+"Splendid!" cried Virginia, looking him over.
+
+Fanny beamed with pride. Laughingly she exclaimed:
+
+"James got a Tuxedo a year ago, but this is the first time he has worn
+full evening dress."
+
+"Yes," said her husband ruefully, "I felt all right in it except my
+hands and feet. My hands are no bigger than any other fellow's; but
+while I had on the white kids I felt there was nothing to me but the
+lunch hooks!"
+
+"James!" cried Fanny, shocked at his vulgarity.
+
+"Honest!" he grinned, "they felt so big that every time I put my foot
+down I thought I was going to step on one of 'em!"
+
+Virginia looked admiringly at his silk hose.
+
+"What beautiful socks!" she exclaimed.
+
+Drawing up his trousers, Jimmie showed more of the hose above the
+pump. Grumbling, he said:
+
+"Yes, they're all right. But what I object to is the draught that
+comes through the open windows! I wouldn't be a bit surprised if I had
+caught a severe cold in the instep! Pretty good looking suit, though,
+isn't it?"
+
+"Yes, indeed!" exclaimed Fanny, examining the material more closely.
+
+Her husband pointed with pride to his imitation pearl studs.
+
+"And say--what do you think of my near-pearls?"
+
+"I'll get you some genuine ones," laughed his sister-in-law.
+
+"Don't you do it!" he retorted. "I looked the other fellows over and
+you couldn't tell 'em from mine! If you have any money to invest on
+me, put it into something that'll show."
+
+"I will," said Virginia, much amused. "And now tell me, what did you
+really think of the opera, Jimmie?"
+
+First he looked at his sister-in-law to see if she was seriously
+consulting his opinion; then solemnly he said:
+
+"I hoped I wouldn't have to mention it."
+
+"Why?" she demanded, laughing.
+
+Making a gesture of protest, he exclaimed:
+
+"Won't you please drop the 'Jimmie' and call me 'James'?"
+
+"Why?"
+
+"I'm going to be a millionaire some day," he explained, "and when I
+am, 'James Gillie' will be bad enough, but 'Jimmie Gillie'--Jimmy
+Gillie wouldn't sound as though I had a cent."
+
+Virginia nodded. Smilingly she replied: "I see! Well, from this time
+on it shall be 'James'."
+
+"Thanks."
+
+"And now, having settled that point, I ask you again--what did you
+really think of the opera?"
+
+"On the level, or to tell to the neighbors?"
+
+"Is there any difference?"
+
+"You bet there is. To the neighbors I'll say it was 'so delightful'
+and 'extremely artistic,' but if it's on the level I'll say it was
+punk."
+
+"What?" cried Virginia.
+
+"Punk?" echoed his wife, puzzled.
+
+"Yes! Fancy paying five a throw to hear a sawed-off Italian let go a
+few top notes, when you can have the same seat in a vaudeville theatre
+and get Eva Tanguay and a whole bunch of good acts for a dollar! Five
+a throw to hear a dago yodel something I don't even understand--not
+for my money!"
+
+"James!" cried Fanny in despair.
+
+But, once started, Jimmie was not to be curbed. With a grin he went
+on:
+
+"And the leading lady--a human joke if ever there was one. There they
+were all telling about this beautiful maiden of eighteen summers, and
+when she came on--a beautiful maiden? A milk wagon, believe me, a milk
+wagon!"
+
+Fanny turned to her sister. Apologetically she said:
+
+"You see, dear, James only cares for violin music."
+
+"I don't even care for that," he growled.
+
+"Then why did you take me last week to see that famous violinist?" she
+demanded.
+
+"A mistake, my dear. I didn't know he was a violinist. You see, he was
+flourishing his bow and I thought he was a juggler!"
+
+"You're incorrigible!" laughed Virginia.
+
+"Musical comedy and vaudeville for mine," he exclaimed. "I've joined
+the ranks of the 'tired business men,' like your husband."
+
+Virginia shook her head. "You're wrong there," she said. "Robert is
+very fond of opera."
+
+"Which accounts for his not going to hear it, I suppose."
+
+"No, that was not it," she replied quickly. "He had to see some of his
+associates on a very important business matter."
+
+"That's what I'll be saying soon!" grinned her brother-in-law. "I'm
+already getting a hundred a week. I guess that's not bad for a fellow
+who two years ago was only getting fourteen!"
+
+"It's just splendid!" exclaimed Fanny.
+
+"And the best thing about it is that I did it all myself!" said
+Jimmie.
+
+"All?" echoed Virginia.
+
+"Yes, every bit," he answered impudently.
+
+"Didn't Robert help any?"
+
+"Oh, of course, he gave me the chance, but how long do you think I'd
+have lasted if I hadn't made good?"
+
+His sister-in-law smiled good-naturedly. Quickly she asked:
+
+"What salary were you getting when Robert gave you your chance?"
+
+"That's got nothing to do with it," he retorted.
+
+"You were getting fourteen dollars a week and he started you at fifty.
+That was some help, wasn't it?"
+
+"Oh, well! what of it?"
+
+"Nothing," she replied. "I mention this only to make you remember that
+Robert is entitled to at least a part of the credit for your
+advancement."
+
+Jimmie nodded. Ungraciously he said:
+
+"He gave me my start, I'll admit that. But did he raise me to
+seventy-five and then to a hundred out of charity? Not much! He did it
+because I was worth it."
+
+"Of course," she smiled.
+
+"Yes," he went on, "and I'm worth more than a hundred now. I'm going
+to strike for a raise pretty soon, and if I don't get it--if I don't
+get it, I'll put on my coat, walk right out and leave him flat."
+
+"James!" exclaimed Fanny, making frantic signs to him to desist.
+
+"And then? What will you do?" asked Virginia quickly.
+
+"Go to work somewhere else!" he snapped.
+
+"As a shipping clerk?"
+
+"I should say not."
+
+"Then what will you do?"
+
+"I'll find something."
+
+"At a salary of over five thousand dollars a year?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+Virginia shrugged her shoulders. Curtly she said:
+
+"Don't be foolish."
+
+Fanny nodded approval.
+
+"I think myself you'd better stick to Robert," she said.
+
+Folding his arms, the young man faced the two women. Indignantly he
+cried:
+
+"You two talk as though I was getting my salary out of charity--as
+though Mr. Stafford was handing me something! Well, I tell you he
+isn't. There's no friendship in business, and if I wasn't worth a
+hundred I wouldn't get it! I'm a valuable man to your husband. I've
+put him onto four or five good things in Wall Street already. Did he
+tell you about 'em?"
+
+"No," said Virginia, shaking her head.
+
+"I did, just the same," he went on exultantly, "and if he followed my
+advice and played it strong he must have made half a million or so
+just out of my tips! I'm not conceited--not a bit--but I know what I
+can do! I know--"
+
+Before he had completed the sentence the telephone rang. Virginia
+quickly took the receiver. After listening a moment, she said:
+
+"Thank you!" Replacing the instrument, she turned to the others and
+said quietly:
+
+"Robert has just come in."
+
+Jimmie had still grievances to ventilate. Peevishly he exclaimed:
+
+"There's another thing. Why shouldn't I call him Robert the same as
+you and Fanny do?"
+
+"Has he objected?" asked Virginia, a slight smile hovering around her
+mouth.
+
+"No," he answered; "I never tried it! I feel like a fool, though, at
+the office. Everybody knows he's my brother-in-law, and yet I have to
+call him 'Mr. Stafford,' just as though he was no relation at all. Do
+you think he'd mind if I called him Robert?"
+
+"You must be the judge of that," she replied evasively.
+
+Just then there was a rap on the door.
+
+"Come," called out Virginia.
+
+The door opened and Stafford entered.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+
+As the millionaire advanced into the room it was easy to see that he
+was not himself. His face was flushed, his eyes brilliant, his gait
+awkward and uncertain. The bosom of his full dress shirt was rumpled
+and his white tie awry. He had every appearance of having just come
+from some midnight orgy, and, like most roysterers who take their wine
+joyously, he was in the highest spirits. Making with his right arm a
+wide sweeping gesture meant to include all present in a general
+salutation, he hiccoughed:
+
+"Ev'ning, everybody!"
+
+He stood still in the centre of the room, maintaining with difficulty
+the centre of gravitation and grinning upon each in turn.
+
+"Isn't he jolly to-night?" laughed Fanny.
+
+"Got 'em again," chuckled Jim in an undertone.
+
+Virginia alone was not amused. Her face turned deathly pale. He had
+broken his word again. She looked at him, and shuddered. She saw his
+eyes seek her out and she read there the same expression which had
+always frightened her and which when he was in that condition meant
+only one thing. She could not go on living like this. It was
+unbearable, more than she could endure. It was too humiliating, too
+degrading. As she stood watching him he advanced clumsily towards her.
+Involuntarily she recoiled, but, in a stride, he was beside her and
+placed one arm round her waist. Kissing her, he hiccoughed:
+
+"Hello, honey!" With maudlin admiration he exclaimed: "My, but you
+look sweet to-night!"
+
+Disgusted, nauseated, Virginia turned her head away from his tainted
+breath, and tried to disengage herself. But he held her as in a vice.
+Turning to Jimmie, he said jocularly:
+
+"Do you--wonder that--I'm in love with her?"
+
+"I should say not," grinned the clerk.
+
+"She's the prettiest and sweetest girl that ever lived," went on
+Stafford. He still had one arm round his wife's waist and, struggling
+to place his mouth on hers, he insisted: "Kiss me, honey!"
+
+In vain Virginia strove to free herself. She was but a child in his
+strong arms.
+
+"Robert--Robert--please!" she protested angrily.
+
+He laughed boisterously.
+
+"Oh--go on--you know you love me! Kiss me!"
+
+Reluctantly, realizing it was her only way of escape, she touched his
+cheek with her cold lips.
+
+"That's the girl!" he exclaimed, releasing her.
+
+Deathly white and with a set, determined expression on her face,
+Virginia broke from his embrace and hurried away to join her sister
+who, dreading a scene, had discreetly withdrawn into the bedroom.
+Stafford stood looking after her, a stupid expression on his face as
+if of mild surprise at her resistance. When she had disappeared, he
+turned to his employee. For a few moments he did not speak and the
+younger man was beginning to feel uncomfortable under his close
+scrutiny when Stafford suddenly blurted out:
+
+"Jimmie!"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"What salary are you getting?"
+
+"A hundred--"
+
+Stafford shook his head. Smiling, he said:
+
+"No, you're not--you're getting a hundred and fifty!"
+
+The clerk stared at his employer, not comprehending. What did he mean?
+Was this the long expected and hoped for raise in his salary, or was
+he the victim of a drunken jest?"
+
+"I'm only getting a hundred," he stammered.
+
+Stafford nodded encouragingly. Amiably he said:
+
+"Now you're getting a hundred and fifty--"
+
+The clerk's face broadened into a grin. At last his ability was
+receiving tardy acknowledgment. Hadn't he told Fanny months ago that
+he was worth the money? Well, better late than never! He was about to
+express his thanks when the millionaire interrupted him with a
+careless gesture.
+
+"When you're really worth twenty, I'll make it two hundred--"
+
+The young man's expression fell. Had he heard aright? What could the
+boss mean?
+
+"Twenty?" he echoed, puzzled.
+
+Stafford laughed loudly. Mockingly he said:
+
+"Yes, I have a system about you. I pay you ten times what I think
+you're worth."
+
+The listener's jaw dropped a few inches more. This did not sound as if
+his employer appreciated his merit any too much. Instinctively, he
+glanced around to see if anyone had overheard. It was just as well
+Fanny was not present. "Oh, you do?" he exclaimed with a crestfallen
+air.
+
+Stafford seemed to enjoy the young man's discomfiture. Promptly he
+went on to explain:
+
+"When you first came I figured you were worth five dollars, so I gave
+you fifty. When I thought you were worth seven dollars and a half, I
+gave you seventy-five, and when I thought you were really earning ten,
+I raised it to a hundred!"
+
+Utterly unnerved by this unexpected blow to his pride, completely
+cowed, the young man stood staring foolishly at the railroad promoter,
+not daring to raise his voice in protest, completely intimidated by
+his employer's manner.
+
+"And now," he asked timidly, "you think I'm worth fifteen?"
+
+Stafford broke out into boisterous laughter.
+
+"No, I don't, Jimmie! Oh, no, I don't! I raise you the other fifty
+because--well--there's a reason!" Coaxingly, he went on: "Jimmie, as a
+favor--as a favor--promise me you'll never get to be worth
+twenty-five! The manager of your department gets only two hundred and
+fifty and I couldn't pay you as much as I pay him, could I?"
+
+"I hoped to be manager of the department some day," spoke up the
+clerk, regaining some of his self-assurance.
+
+"What's that?"
+
+"I say I hoped to be manager of the department some day--"
+
+Stafford shook his head. With mock solemnity he said:
+
+"Jimmie, for all our sakes, let's hope that your hope doesn't come
+out."
+
+The young man was about to make a retort in kind, but at that instant
+his employer's attention was diverted to something more important.
+Virginia and Fanny had re-entered the boudoir from the bed chamber,
+and were standing conversing at the far end of the room.
+
+On seeing his wife, the railroad man seemed to forget aught else. His
+eyes appeared to be fascinated by her; he closely watched her every
+movement. Never, it seemed to him, had Virginia looked so attractive.
+Was it her pale face, with the large appealing black eyes and small
+curved lips that thrilled him, or was it her negligee gown, the
+clinging folds of which imparted suggestive voluptuous lines to her
+slender figure, which set his sensualism aflame?
+
+Virginia was painfully conscious of his steady stare and she trembled.
+Well she knew what it meant. If only she could keep her sister with
+her! But it was late; the Gillies would soon retire. Embarrassed by
+his persistent gaze, she went to the opposite side of the room on
+pretext of getting a photograph from a desk. Before she could reach
+it, her husband had intercepted her. Hoarsely he exclaimed:
+
+"My, but you do look sweet to-night!"
+
+He attempted to lay a hand on her arm and seemed about to bend over
+and kiss her, but she quickly evaded him. In a vexed tone, she
+exclaimed in a low voice:
+
+"Please, Robert, behave yourself. Don't you see that there are others
+present?"
+
+Thus unceremoniously repulsed, Stafford appealed to his sister-in-law,
+who had retreated to a corner on the other side of the room. In a
+maudlin, jocular way he asked:
+
+"You wouldn't mind, would you? You wouldn't mind if a husband kissed
+his own wife."
+
+"No, of course not," she smiled, at a loss what answer to make. She
+was anxious to defend her sister, but at the same time unwilling to
+displease her husband's employer.
+
+The millionaire smiled, and leaving his wife, sauntered over to where
+Fanny was sitting.
+
+"How's the kid?" he inquired affably.
+
+"Very well, thank you."
+
+Stafford shook his head. Dubiously he said:
+
+"When I saw her this morning I thought she looked a little pale. It
+isn't good for kids to look pale. It shows that they don't get enough
+fresh air and sunshine. Do you know what I'm going to do?"
+
+"No," replied the mother, looking up at her brother-in-law in
+surprise.
+
+"In the morning I'm going to send you one of my cars as a present for
+her."
+
+"Oh, Robert!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
+
+He winked significantly as he went on:
+
+"That's the reason I've just raised Jimmie fifty--to pay for the
+chauffeur and things. So the kid can have plenty of fresh air. See?"
+
+Fanny clasped her hands in delight.
+
+"Oh, you're too good!" she exclaimed gratefully.
+
+"Hush!" he said in an undertone. "It's for the kid! I'm very fond of
+her!" After a pause he added: "Besides, she's named for Virgie!"
+Turning to Jimmie, he asked: "How does the idea strike you?"
+
+"What idea?" demanded the father, who had not been listening.
+
+"I've just made your little daughter--a present of an auto--"
+
+"What make is it?"
+
+The question came so spontaneously and was so characteristic of the
+man that Stafford burst into a roar of merriment. As soon as he had
+regained his composure he said:
+
+"It's a--"
+
+He was about to tell him the make when, realizing the colossal
+impudence of the question, he stopped short and burst into laughter.
+"You're always there, aren't you? Honest, Jimmie, you give me many a
+laugh! Don't change your disposition or I'll never forgive you!"
+
+"I didn't know I was so funny!" said the clerk resentfully, quite at a
+loss to see humor in the situation.
+
+"That's the beauty of the whole business!" laughed his employer.
+
+"An auto--all for ourselves!" exclaimed Fanny, enthusiastically.
+"Isn't that lovely?"
+
+Her husband looked dubious. Doggedly he said:
+
+"I don't know that we ought to accept presents from anybody now, not
+even from--Robert."
+
+The Christian name dropped as gingerly out of his mouth as if it had
+been a hot potato. At last he had summoned up courage enough to do
+what it had long been his ambition to do--call his employer by his
+first name. He felt it would be a victory for him--a triumph over the
+other men at the office to be on such terms of intimacy. Besides it
+was his right. Wasn't he in the family?
+
+Stafford turned quickly. There was a limit of endurance even to this
+clown's impudence.
+
+"What's that?" he demanded curtly.
+
+Not abashed and encouraged by the railroad promoter's previous good
+nature, Jimmie stood his ground and spoke up boldly:
+
+"I said, I wasn't sure that we ought to accept presents even from you,
+Robert."
+
+Quickly Stafford raised his hand. Coldly and distantly he said:
+
+"Just a minute. To my wife I am--Robert. To my wife's sister I
+am--Robert. But to you I am--Mr. Stafford--even when I'm drunk."
+
+Somewhat taken aback at this unexpected rebuff, the young man tried to
+bluff it out. Raising his voice, he protested:
+
+"You call me Jimmie--you don't even call me James!"
+
+"So I do," laughed the millionaire, who never remained in a bad humor
+long. It was beneath him to bandy words with his employee. The fellow
+was impertinent, but what of it? He simply did not know any better.
+
+Fanny, who had been an anxious observer of the little passage at arms,
+spoke up. Turning to her husband, she said quickly:
+
+"That's very different--"
+
+"How?" demanded Jimmie, with an air of offended dignity.
+
+"In every way," replied his wife, making dumb signs to him to desist.
+
+But the clerk was not to be silenced so easily.
+
+"I don't see it," he said doggedly.
+
+The master of half a dozen railroad systems made a low bow to his
+employee. With mock courtesy he said:
+
+"You're right! You're quite right! I have been entirely too familiar
+and I beg your pardon. From now on I shall be most careful to address
+you always as--Mr. Gillie."
+
+Jimmie looked considerably crestfallen.
+
+"You needn't rub it in," he said, shifting uneasily on his feet.
+
+"No idea of such a thing," went on the millionaire in the same tone.
+"Just one gentleman to another--'Mr. Stafford' and 'Mr. Gillie.'
+That's perfectly fair." Turning towards his wife, who had apparently
+paid no attention to the discussion, he said: "Don't you think so,
+Virginia?"
+
+"Yes," she answered shortly, without looking around.
+
+Leaving the others, Stafford walked unsteadily over to where his wife
+was sitting. Bending over her, he exclaimed admiringly:
+
+"My! You do look sweet to-night." Appealing to his clerk, he said:
+"Doesn't she? Doesn't she, Jimmie--James--I mean Mr. Gillie?"
+
+"I think we had better say good-night," said the young man coldly.
+
+"Yes, indeed," chimed in Fanny, rising and making preparations to
+retire for the night.
+
+"Must you really go?" said the millionaire in a regretful tone as if
+they would really confer a favor by disturbing still longer the
+privacy of himself and his wife.
+
+The clerk looked hesitatingly at his employer, as if there was still
+something on his mind that was troubling him. Peevishly he said:
+
+"Yes, it's late. I want to get to bed. It's nearly one o'clock and
+I've got to be at the office by nine It's different with you. You
+haven't got to be there unless you want to. That makes a difference."
+
+"So it does," said the millionaire carelessly. Abruptly, as if he did
+not wish the conversation prolonged, he said: "Well, good night!"
+
+"Good night," rejoined the other in a surly, dissatisfied tone.
+
+Virginia rose and went towards her sister.
+
+"Good night, dear," she said affectionately.
+
+"Good night."
+
+As she was going out Fanny suddenly turned back. Running to her
+brother-in-law, she said:
+
+"Thank you so much for the auto."
+
+"That's all right!" he said with a good natured laugh, as if the
+giving away of automobiles was an incident of every day. "It's for the
+kid. Kiss her good-night for me, will you?"
+
+"Indeed, I will!" exclaimed Fanny gratefully. "Good night."
+
+She followed Virginia out of the room and the two men stood looking at
+each other--Jimmie somewhat intimidated, Stafford with an amused
+expression on his face as if wondering what demand this extraordinary
+employee of his would make upon him next. There was an awkward pause.
+Finally the clerk said:
+
+"If I don't get a good eight hours' sleep my brain don't work right.
+Would you mind if I was late an hour or so in the morning?"
+
+"I wouldn't," replied Stafford dryly. "But McLaughlin might. He's the
+superintendent of your department and I never interfere with the
+superintendent."
+
+"He'd be sure to call me down," snapped Jimmie sourly. "He's got it in
+for me and don't mind showing it. Some time I'll tell him what I think
+about him."
+
+Stafford shook his head. Warningly he said:
+
+"Don't you do it. If you do he might tell you what he really thinks
+about you. So take my advice and don't go out of your class."
+
+"But if I told him that you--"
+
+"Don't!" said the millionaire curtly. "I never interfere with the
+superintendent."
+
+"Then I suppose I'll have to be there," said Jimmie sulkily: "But
+remember this--if I don't get a good eight hours' sleep, my brain
+don't work right. So if I'm not up to my usual standard, don't blame
+me."
+
+He turned on his heel and was leaving the room when he bumped into his
+sister-in-law, who was just coming in.
+
+"Good night, Virginia," he mumbled.
+
+"Good night, Jimmie," she replied cordially.
+
+He went out, closing the door behind him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+
+As the door slammed, leaving her alone with her husband, Virginia felt
+herself grow hot and cold by turns. Desperate, she looked around to
+see if there was anywhere she could go, but there was no escape
+possible. Practically she was a prisoner, at the mercy of a man who,
+his worst instincts aroused by wine, was temporarily another being.
+His naturally generous impulses, his gentlemanly bearing, his kindly
+consideration for the weaker sex, all that was momentarily cast to the
+winds and like the savage beast, unaccustomed to control his
+appetites, he stopped at nothing in a wild, passionate madness to
+gratify his brutal desires.
+
+It was horrible, revolting, yet what could she do? The law gave this
+man certain rights over her. Was not she herself largely to blame? Had
+she not sold herself to a man she did not love without even the excuse
+of necessity to sanction the disgraceful barter of flesh and honor?
+And what made it the more cruel was that gradually love had come into
+her life. Yes, she was sure of it now. In spite of his neglect, his
+indifference, she loved him and it was just because she loved him that
+it broke her heart to see him degrade his manhood.
+
+The distant sounds of the Gillies and the servants retiring died away.
+The lights throughout the big house were extinguished one by one. A
+heavy silence fell over everything. Growing more nervous each instant,
+Virginia watched her husband furtively. If only he, too, would say
+good-night and go to his room! At present he seemed to be in no hurry
+to depart, and yet he did not appear to be thinking about her, being
+still highly amused by what Jimmie had said. Suddenly bursting into
+laughter, he exclaimed:
+
+"His brain! Ha! ha! Good night! Jimmie's brain! Ah, that's rich!"
+
+Virginia went back to her dressing table, where she pretended to be
+busily occupied combing her hair. He followed her, still laughing.
+When his merriment had somewhat subsided, he hiccoughed:
+
+"That boy's more fun to me! I wouldn't lose his company for anything
+in the world! From the very first day he came to work for me he's been
+full of suggestions. They've all been good. One of them--one of them
+made me laugh for a week. I even laugh now whenever I think of it--"
+
+He leaned awkwardly over her chair and Virginia instinctively
+recoiled. His flushed face and tainted breath frightened and disgusted
+her. Each instant she feared that he would take her in his arms. To
+avoid him, she rose from the dressing table and crossing the room, sat
+down on the sofa. He followed her, still laughing.
+
+"You'll enjoy it too--so listen!" he said. Raising his voice and in a
+tone of command he went on: "Listen now, because you'll enjoy it. He
+wanted me--"
+
+He halted again, unable to continue for laughing, as he thought of
+some of his employee's crazy notions. Then, proceeding, he said:
+
+"You'll enjoy it. Such a joke! The man's as mad as a March hare. He
+wanted me--to put up a factory--"
+
+He tried to complete the sentence; but the absurdity of the
+proposition was too much for him. He laughed till his face ached,
+while Virginia sat silent, watching him sideways. When he had calmed
+down, he said:
+
+"It's the funniest thing I ever heard! You'll enjoy it too! He wanted
+me to put up a factory--to make infants' food out of prickly pears--"
+Once more he was unable to proceed for laughter. "Infants' food!
+Prickly pears! Isn't that immense? Isn't that the funniest idea
+that--"
+
+Noticing that Virginia did not join in his merriment, he stopped and
+asked:
+
+"Don't you think it's funny?"
+
+"Yes, dear. It probably is," she answered evasively.
+
+"There's no 'probably' about it--it certainly is," he insisted. "I
+don't think you got it, so I'll tell it again. He wanted me to put up
+a factory--"
+
+"I understood," she interrupted coldly.
+
+He looked at her closely, as if unable to understand her cold
+indifference.
+
+"Well--don't you think it's funny?"
+
+Wearily she answered:
+
+"Yes, dear, it is."
+
+"You don't seem to enjoy it," he grumbled.
+
+She made no reply for a moment, at a loss what to say, anxious to
+avoid saying anything that would furnish him with an excuse for a
+scene. Her only hope was in keeping him in good humor and persuading
+him to retire. It would be terrible if she had to endure the same
+horrible experience with him as on former occasions when he came home
+in this condition. Rising, she said quietly:
+
+"I'm very tired, so I think I'll say good-night, dear."
+
+She went towards her bedroom door, but before she could reach it, he
+had intercepted her. There was a determined, not to be denied look in
+his face as he exclaimed:
+
+"Not just yet! Not just yet!"
+
+Trembling in every limb, but endeavoring to remain calm, she looked up
+at him pleadingly:
+
+"Please let me go," she said coaxingly. "Be a nice, good husband and
+say good-night--won't you, dear, please?"
+
+He put his arm around her waist. Hoarsely, amorously, he whispered:
+
+"Stay with me a little--I want you here."
+
+"No, dear--please, dear!" she pleaded, quickly disentangling herself
+from his grasp. "You'll make me so happy if you will! Besides, it's
+quite late, remember, and I'm tired--I really am--"
+
+He stood off a little way, looking more closely at her as if doubtful
+that she was speaking the truth.
+
+"Tired, are you?" he frowned.
+
+"Yes, dear," she pleaded anxiously.
+
+He laughed--a strange, horrid, artificial laugh which made her
+shudder. She had heard that laugh before and it omened nothing good.
+Quickly he said:
+
+"I know the best thing in the world to cure that tired
+feeling--champagne. We'll have some--what do you say?"
+
+He leaned towards her, trying to fondle her, but she avoided him and,
+falling back, stood looking at him. Her face was pale. Outwardly she
+was composed, but her heart was beating fast. There must be some
+explanation, after all. It might as well be now as later. Looking him
+straight in the face with an expression of contempt and disdain in her
+eyes that made him wince, she said coldly:
+
+"So you've had some sent to your room--again?"
+
+He nodded in half defiant, half ashamed fashion and Virginia, her tone
+changing, pleaded with him earnestly:
+
+"Don't touch it now, Robert. Please! Please!"
+
+"Why not?" he demanded defiantly.
+
+"You've had enough already."
+
+"Oh, nonsense!" he exclaimed, "I'm all right. I can take twice as much
+as I've had and not even feel it." Going towards the door he added:
+"I'll tell Oku to bring it in here--"
+
+She ran quickly to intercept him. That was just what she dreaded. If
+he touched another drop he would be beyond control. It must be
+prevented at any cost.
+
+"No, Robert! No!" she pleaded.
+
+Stafford stopped and stared at her in amazement.
+
+"What's the matter?" he demanded.
+
+"Don't take any more," she said, laying a hand coaxingly on his arm.
+"Please, dear! It isn't good for you."
+
+"Good for me!" he laughed. "Don't you worry about that. I know what's
+good for me!" Determinedly he added: "I want that wine and I'm going
+to have it."
+
+"Then say good-night," she replied with what self-possession she could
+command, "and take it in your own room."
+
+He looked at her stupidly.
+
+"Drink alone?" he hiccoughed. "And you right here? Well, I guess
+not--"
+
+He was standing at the door and as he spoke his hand happened to touch
+the key. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. She might try to get away.
+If he had the key, he would command the situation. Unobserved by his
+wife, he noiselessly withdrew the key from the lock and slipped it in
+his pocket. Carelessly he went on:
+
+"Where'd be the fun of that? No, we'll have it in here and we'll have
+a little party--just you and me! A little party! Eh?"
+
+He went towards her, arms outstretched, his eyes ardent. As he
+advanced she retreated to the farther side of the room.
+
+"Please don't!" she exclaimed, opening her eyes wide in terror.
+
+He halted.
+
+"Why not?" he demanded.
+
+Hesitatingly and in a low tone she answered:
+
+"I remember--the last time."
+
+"When was that?"
+
+"About a week ago!"
+
+"Well," he demanded in a surly tone, "what about it?"
+
+"Don't you remember?"
+
+"No," he answered sullenly.
+
+She turned away in mute despair. Utterly discouraged, completely in
+his power, she was at a loss what to do or say. There was little use
+in appealing to the better nature of a man, in his present condition.
+She thought of flight, but it was impossible. He barred the way.
+Meanwhile he watched her, as a beast of prey watches its hapless
+victim. His ardent eyes feasted on her white neck, gloated on the
+lines of her body, revealed by the thin gown. He was too intent on his
+lustful purpose to be really conscious of the pain he was inflicting.
+He mistook her resistance for coquettishness. Approaching her, he bent
+over and whispered persuasively in her ear:
+
+"What's the good of thinking about that, anyway? There's no time like
+the present, so I'll have Oku bring it in and I'll drink to your
+pretty eyes. My, but you look sweet to-night! I'll ring for Oku."
+
+He started towards the door and had almost reached it when he heard a
+movement and rustle of skirts behind him. Turning quickly, he saw
+Virginia standing at the entrance to her own bedroom, as if hesitating
+as to whether to go into it or not. Her first impulse had been to take
+refuge in there and bolt herself in. But it seemed so cowardly, so
+undignified. So she stopped on the threshold and just looked at him in
+silence, and for a few moments neither spoke. At last he said:
+
+"You won't run away?"
+
+Slowly, deliberately, he advanced towards her. Virginia, cowed,
+intimidated, stood still as if glued to the spot. Impatiently he
+exclaimed:
+
+"It wouldn't be a pretty thing for you to run away from your husband!
+So you won't do it, will you?"
+
+She made no answer, and he repeated more loudly:
+
+"Will you?"
+
+She looked up at him bravely. Her face was white, but determined.
+Almost defiantly, she replied:
+
+"No. I won't run away."
+
+"That's the way to talk," he cried and going to the door leading to
+the outside hall, he opened it and called out:
+
+"Oku, open the wine and bring it in here--two glasses."
+
+Returning, he sat down, waiting for the butler to bring the champagne.
+His face was more flushed than ever. Instead of having a sobering
+effect, his wife's resistance seemed only to inflame him more. But
+just now his thoughts were not so much on her as on her
+brother-in-law.
+
+"Oku's--a good boy," he hiccoughed. "A very--good boy. But he isn't
+half as funny as Jimmie. It's worth twice Jimmie's salary just to have
+him around to make me laugh. How he does make me laugh! He doesn't
+know that I'm laughing at him, but I know it. That's what makes it so
+funny--"
+
+He was interrupted by the appearance of Oku with wine and glasses,
+which the butler placed on the table.
+
+"Shall I serve?" asked the servant.
+
+"Yes, fill 'em up," replied his master.
+
+After he had drawn the cork and filled the glasses with the hissing,
+golden beverage, Stafford stammered thickly:
+
+"That's--all for you--to-night."
+
+"I must not wait?" inquired Oku.
+
+"No! I'll ring--when I want you in the morning."
+
+"Yes! Excuse, please. Excuse!"
+
+The butler bowed himself out of the room and the millionaire, turning
+to his wife, pushed one of the glasses over to her. Then, raising his
+own glass to his lips, he gave her a toast:
+
+"Here's to you, sweetheart!"
+
+He drained the contents and put the glass down. As he did so he
+noticed that her glass was untouched.
+
+"You didn't drink!" he exclaimed in a surprised, aggrieved tone.
+
+"No," she replied firmly.
+
+"Aren't you going to?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Oh, go on--just a glass," he said coaxingly.
+
+"No," she said again coldly.
+
+"Why not?" he demanded, slightly raising his voice.
+
+"Because I don't wish to," she answered with dignity.
+
+"Is that so?" he said mockingly. Filling another glass and drinking,
+he added: "Suppose I wanted you to? Would you take it then?"
+
+She shook her head.
+
+"No, dear--"
+
+"Would you?" he persisted.
+
+"No."
+
+"You wouldn't?"
+
+"No, I wouldn't!" she said positively. "I don't like it--I don't want
+it, and even you couldn't make me take it."
+
+She rose abruptly and turned her back so that he might not see the
+tears in her eyes--tears of mortification and mental anguish. His face
+more congested than ever, his step uncertain, Stafford stumbled after
+her:
+
+"I couldn't, eh?" he sneered. "Perhaps you'd like to see me try."
+
+She turned around, almost hysterical. Pleadingly she cried:
+
+"Please don't speak to me like that, dear! It hurts me dreadfully. If
+I didn't know that it isn't yourself who is talking--"
+
+"Not myself? Then, who is it?"
+
+"It's the man who takes your place when--you are drunk!"
+
+Leaning against a table to steady himself, he stared at her stupidly.
+
+"Well, what about this man?" he sneered. "You don't like him, do you?"
+
+"No," she replied quickly and frankly, "I do not."
+
+"Well, what are you going to do about it?"
+
+She turned to go. Pleadingly she cried:
+
+"Please let me go, dear! I'm very unhappy. Good night!"
+
+She started to go towards her room, but he held up his hand and in a
+tone of command, cried:
+
+"Wait!"
+
+Virginia paid no heed, and a second time in a louder voice he cried:
+
+"Wait!"
+
+She stopped involuntarily and after a pause he said:
+
+"Don't you like to talk to me? Don't you?"
+
+"Of course I do," she stammered.
+
+"Then come and sit down and do it."
+
+"I'm tired, dear," she pleaded.
+
+But he was pitiless.
+
+"Come and sit down here," he insisted, pointing to a chair near the
+table. "There!" he exclaimed.
+
+"But, Robert--" she protested.
+
+He refused to listen.
+
+"There!" he commanded.
+
+Virginia reluctantly retraced her steps and though trembling with
+mingled indignation and fear, obediently sat down on the chair he
+indicated. Stafford, as if suddenly seized by an insatiable thirst for
+champagne, refilled his glass a second time and swallowed the
+contents. Then taking a seat opposite her, he leaned his head on his
+two elbows and stared at her. For several moments he said nothing but
+just stared in a way that made her turn red and white in turn.
+Suddenly he blurted out:
+
+"You looked great with the whole business on, but this fluffy thing--"
+
+He leaned across the table and placing his hand on her bare shoulder,
+drew his fingers voluptuously down the arm. Virginia started back,
+feeling repulsion and disgust even at his touch.
+
+"Oh! What's the matter?" he exclaimed sarcastically. "Is there
+anything wrong in a man telling his wife she's pretty? Is there?"
+
+She remained silent and, frowning, he repeated his question:
+
+"Is there?"
+
+"No," she said quickly.
+
+"Then why do you want to quarrel with me?"
+
+"I don't want to quarrel with you."
+
+"Then we're friends, are we?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+Holding out an unsteady hand, he said:
+
+"Then shake hands on it."
+
+She made no response and he said again more commandingly:
+
+"Come on now--shake hands on it."
+
+Still she made no move.
+
+"If you don't want to quarrel," he said warningly, "shake hands on
+it."
+
+Hesitatingly she put out her hand, which he immediately grasped.
+
+"Good!" he exclaimed, rising. "And now let's kiss and make up!"
+
+Virginia started up at the same time, and again turned to go to her
+own room. But he still had hold of her hand and she could not withdraw
+it. Tired out by the unequal struggle, nervous and almost in tears,
+she tried in vain to release herself:
+
+"I tell you I want to go," she cried impatiently.
+
+But he merely laughed at her puny efforts. Soothingly he exclaimed:
+
+"Let's kiss and make up! Come on now, kiss me, and that'll show we're
+friends."
+
+"I can't," she said, keeping her face averted.
+
+"Can't--why?"
+
+"For one thing," she retorted angrily, "the odor of stale wine and
+whiskey isn't pleasant."
+
+"Is there any other reason?" he demanded.
+
+"There is--and a very important one. I don't want to kiss you."
+
+"That means you don't love me. Is that it?"
+
+For a moment she made no answer, but looked him full in the face, her
+eyes blazing with scorn and anger. Then she spoke and raising her
+voice until it rang with all the anger and bitterness there was pent
+up in her heart she cried:
+
+"I love the man I married--love him with all my heart and soul and he
+loves me! But you are not the man I married; you are another man. You
+are a stranger, a man inflamed with liquor, a man who comes and talks
+to me of love when it isn't love at all, a man whose every
+protestation of love is an insult. That's the man you are and I hate
+him--I hate him--!"
+
+Staggered by her vehemence, intimidated for a moment by her angry
+outburst, Stafford let go her hand. Quick to profit by it, Virginia
+turned, but before she could make a step, he had caught her again by
+the arm.
+
+"So you hate me, do you?" he exclaimed.
+
+"Yes, I do!" she cried. "And now will you let me go?"
+
+"No, I won't," he replied determinedly. "Even though you do hate me,
+you're still my wife--you belong to me--"
+
+She stared at him in amazement.
+
+"Robert! What do you mean?" she cried.
+
+Shrugging his shoulders contemptuously, he exclaimed:
+
+"Who were you till I married you--nobody! What were you? A telephone
+girl getting ten dollars a week. And now who are you? You're Mrs.
+Robert Stafford! And what are you? You're the wife of one of the
+richest men in the country. And how did he get you for his wife? He
+bought you and he paid for you."
+
+"You didn't!" she almost screamed, her face white with anger, her
+whole being trembling with nervous excitement.
+
+"Oh, yes, I did," he went on coldly. "Did you love me when you married
+me? No. Would you have married me if I'd been poor? No! I bought you
+and I paid for you and anything I've bought and paid for belongs to
+me. And now will you kiss me?"
+
+"No," she cried in desperation, her head thrown back, her hands
+clenched. "I will not!"
+
+He advanced threateningly.
+
+"Then if you won't, I'll--"
+
+He stopped abruptly and his manner changed. Shrugging his shoulders,
+he exclaimed:
+
+"Oh, what's the use of quarreling? I don't want to be mean to you. I
+want to be nice to you."
+
+Tears were in her eyes, her lips were trembling. Pathetically she
+asked:
+
+"Then why do you insult me? Why do you wish to degrade me?"
+
+"Degrade you?" he echoed, as if surprised. "Why--you're my wife--"
+
+"Does that make the degradation any the less?" she demanded. "When I
+married you did I become your property? Do you own me? Have I
+surrendered all rights in myself? When you placed a wedding ring on my
+finger did it mean that I forfeited my free will? If so--then marriage
+is horrible."
+
+He shrugged his shoulders. Carelessly he said:
+
+"The law says that a husband--"
+
+"The law! The law!" she echoed disdainfully. "Always remember
+this--the minute a husband even mentions his legal rights it shows
+that he has lost his moral rights and the moral rights are the ones
+that count." Changing her tone to one of pleading, she went on: "Let
+me go, dear! Please let me go!"
+
+He smiled significantly at her.
+
+"You just be a nice, good little wife, and in the morning you can go
+down to Tiffany's and buy anything you like, anything--"
+
+"Ha! ha!" she cried desperately, hopelessly, "no wonder you talk of
+buying me! If I did that where would I be any better than a woman of
+the streets?"
+
+Without stopping to hear his answer she turned quickly and again made
+an effort to reach her room.
+
+"Good night!" she cried.
+
+But once more he intercepted her.
+
+"You're not going to leave me," he said warningly.
+
+"I am, I tell you! I am!" she cried defiantly.
+
+"Oh, no, you're not," he said determinedly, and approaching as if
+about to lay hands on her.
+
+"Don't touch me!" she cried, recoiling as he advanced.
+
+"At least not till you have given me a kiss--just one. Then you can
+go."
+
+"You promise that?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Just one?"
+
+"Just one," he said.
+
+Thinking to get rid of him the sooner, she put up her face and kissed
+him on the cheek.
+
+"Not that kind," he protested, "a real one."
+
+She shook her head. Wearily she said:
+
+"I can't! I can't!"
+
+"All right then!" he exclaimed with a laugh.
+
+Without further argument he seized hold of her and drew her close to
+him in spite of her struggles to free herself.
+
+"Let me go! Let me go, I say! Let me go!" she screamed.
+
+He paid no heed to her cries, but drawing her closer until her face
+touched his, he stooped suddenly and kissed her full on the mouth.
+Then he released her.
+
+"Oh, my God!" she cried.
+
+Directly she felt herself free, she rushed to her room. He tried to
+stop her, but this time she was too quick. She reached the room before
+him and bolted the door in his face. Balked of his prey, he stood for
+a moment looking at the closed door in sullen silence. Then, as if
+seized by a sudden uncontrollable frenzy, he seized the poker in the
+fireplace and rushing to the door, smashed in the panel. Putting his
+arm through the jagged rent, he coolly withdrew the bolt and entered.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+
+
+Daylight filtered slowly through the closed blinds of the palatial
+Stafford home. Through the dark nocturnal hours its inmates--master,
+guests and servants, had slumbered peacefully, all but one and to her
+sleep refused to come. Hysterical, mentally overwrought, physically
+exhausted from continual weeping, Virginia had tossed feverishly on
+her pillow until at last dawn had mercifully come to dispel the
+terrors of the long night.
+
+As she lay there in the darkness, she had tried to see some way out of
+her misery. The truth was out at last. He had admitted it openly, had
+even boasted of it. He had bought her and paid for her. He considered
+her not as a wife, a companion to respect and love, but as a creature
+whom he had purchased and who must do his bidding at his command. What
+ignominy! There was only one thing a self-respecting woman could do in
+such circumstances. She must boldly assert her independence and leave
+him, no matter at what sacrifice of her comfort and happiness. It
+would be better to undergo any privation rather than endure such
+suffering, such degradation as this.
+
+She could earn her own living. Perhaps she could get back the same
+position at the hotel, and if Fanny and Jim would have her, she could
+go and live with them. It would mean the sacrifice of many luxuries
+and much pride, but at least she would be able to lift up her head and
+look all decent people squarely in the face again. She would give him
+back all his jewels--every one. Much as she loved them, she would
+return them all--the diamond sunburst, the pearl necklace, the ruby
+cross--everything. They were the things he had bought her with. Hadn't
+he said so? Maybe it was true that she had married him only for his
+money. Well, if it was true, this was her punishment, the cross she
+must carry for her wickedness, and it was also why she must leave him.
+She would never give him another opportunity to accuse her of having
+bartered away her self-respect.
+
+What should she say to him at breakfast? No doubt he would be very
+penitent and full of apologies. No matter what he might say, her mind
+was made up. She would listen in silence, and, breakfast over, begin
+to make her preparations for departure. Fanny, of course, must be told
+everything, but not yet. There was plenty of time to tell her. The
+rupture would interfere, no doubt, with Jimmie's prospects, but it
+could not be helped. She could not be expected to go on suffering for
+their sake. They must all try and get along without the assistance of
+the rich Mr. Stafford. He would respect them the more if they did.
+
+Everything occurred just as she had foreseen. Stafford woke with a
+terrific headache and thoroughly ashamed of himself. He had no
+distinct remembrance of the happenings of the evening before, but that
+he was drunk and had made a fool of himself he was pretty well sure.
+If he had not been, Virginia's cold demeanor would have soon
+enlightened him. At the breakfast table he mumbled an apology and
+tried to awaken some sympathy for his headache. But his wife paid no
+attention and beyond the merest commonplaces, made no attempt at
+conversation whatever and the meal ended as it began, in icy silence.
+
+After breakfast she went to her room and, ringing for Josephine,
+ordered her to get out her blue cloth walking suit. The maid opened
+wide her eyes in surprise. Her mistress did not usually go walking so
+early.
+
+"Madame va se promener de si bonne heure?"
+
+"Don't ask questions, Josephine," replied her mistress sharply. "Do as
+I tell you. I'm going out of town. Pack my two trunks at once."
+
+"Oui, Madame."
+
+While the girl hurried to carry out her instructions, Virginia went to
+her safe, opened it, and, taking out the jewel cases one by one,
+carried them into the library, where she piled them high on the table.
+Soon there was quite a large heap of dainty boxes of every shape and
+color, each bearing the trademark of a fashionable jeweller. For a
+full hour the young wife worked steadily, packing and dressing, until
+at last nothing more remained to be done.
+
+"Is that everything?" she asked Josephine, pointing to the boxes of
+jewelry on the table.
+
+"Oui, Madame! All except those in the safe deposit vault, Madame."
+
+"Oh, yes--I'll give you an order. You will go for them," said her
+mistress, going to a desk.
+
+"Oui, Madame."
+
+Virginia was just writing the order on the Safe Deposit Company when
+there came a knock on the boudoir door. The maid went to answer.
+
+"Shall I open, Madame?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+The girl opened the door and Fanny entered, fresh and buoyant after a
+good night's sleep.
+
+"Good morning!" exclaimed the newcomer cheerfully.
+
+"Good morning, dear," replied Virginia quietly as she finished the
+note and put it in an envelope. Handing it to Josephine, she said
+quietly: "Give that to John."
+
+"Oui, Madame."
+
+The girl took the note and left the room. Fanny looked inquiringly at
+her sister. There was something in her manner which she did not like.
+At last she said hesitatingly:
+
+"I'm so sorry about last night, dear."
+
+"Don't, please!" said Virginia, quickly raising her hand.
+
+"Have you seen him this morning?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then you don't know how he is?"
+
+"Oh, yes, I do."
+
+"How do you know?"
+
+"Previous experience," said Virginia bitterly.
+
+Fanny took both her sister's hands in hers and gently drew her to her
+breast as a mother, full of gentle pity, would caress and console an
+unhappy child. For a moment Virginia tried to keep back the flood of
+tears that were choking her utterance, but the effort was too great
+and suddenly, with a stifled moan of distress, she broke into a
+torrent of passionate weeping.
+
+Her sister made no attempt to quiet her. She felt it would be useless.
+All she did was to stroke her beautiful hair and murmur:
+
+"Don't cry, dear, everything will be all right."
+
+[Illustration: "I'M SO UNHAPPY, DEAR," CRIED VIRGINIA. PAGE 241]
+
+In broken sentences, interrupted every now and then by renewed
+weeping, Virginia cried:
+
+"I'm so unhappy--dear--so unhappy--you will never know. This thing is
+not of yesterday--I've endured it so long--until I could stand it no
+longer. He despises me--he said he did. He bought me--and paid for me.
+How can he have anything but contempt for me?"
+
+"What did he do or say?" demanded Fanny, at a loss what to advise.
+"What does he say this morning? Have you spoken to him?"
+
+Virginia, more calm, shook her head.
+
+"No--I've scarcely exchanged a word with him. He can't definitely
+recall what he said or did, but he is thoroughly repentant and
+ashamed."
+
+"That's something anyway," said Fanny encouragingly.
+
+Virginia shook her head. Doubtfully she asked:
+
+"Is it--when it gives no guarantee for the future?"
+
+Fanny was silent. There are some crises in a woman's life when even a
+sister cannot advise, when a woman must decide for herself. Slowly she
+said: "But after all's said and done, dear--he is your husband and
+that makes everything right, doesn't it?"
+
+"No," retorted Virginia bitterly, "it merely makes it legal."
+
+"Legal?"
+
+"Yes, lecherous old men of eighty marry girls in their teens--but does
+that make their relations right? Avaricious young men in their
+twenties marry women in their fifties. Does marriage make their
+relations right? In some States white women can marry black men--marry
+them just as properly as you and I are married--but does marriage make
+their relations right? No, marriage merely makes them legal."
+
+"Do you mean to tell me that if a woman has a marriage certificate--"
+
+"Precisely. She has documentary evidence that she is lawfully entitled
+to live with a man--that's all. A marriage certificate has nothing to
+do with the morality of marriage! Nothing!"
+
+"Then what has?"
+
+"Love--and self-respect," said Virginia. "The legal thing isn't always
+the right thing, and if I am ever forced to choose between what is
+legal and what is right I shall choose what is right."
+
+"Are you going to do--anything?"
+
+"What can I do?"
+
+"I don't know," stammered Fanny. She was rather afraid of her
+impulsive little sister. She might do something rash--something that
+would hurt them all. Anxiously she said:
+
+"And yet I feel that you are going to do something. Aren't you?"
+
+Virginia made no reply and she repeated:
+
+"Tell me--whatever it is--promise that you won't do anything rash."
+
+"I can promise that freely enough," replied Virginia with a sad smile.
+
+"I'm so glad!" exclaimed Fanny with a gesture of relief and starting
+forward to embrace her sister.
+
+Virginia raised her hand. Quickly she said:
+
+"And you--you too, must promise me something."
+
+"What?"
+
+"Promise me whatever happens, that you will never tell Jimmie
+about--Robert--and me."
+
+"Very well."
+
+"If you do, I shall never forgive you! Never!"
+
+"I won't."
+
+"Whatever happens--remember!"
+
+"Then something is going to happen?" demanded Fanny.
+
+"That depends," said Virginia evasively.
+
+"Oh, I'm so worried!" exclaimed Fanny. "I couldn't sleep last night
+for thinking about you. I was so nervous that I kept James awake too.
+I'm glad you're not going to do anything rash."
+
+Before Virginia could reply there came a loud knock at the door.
+
+"Come in!" cried Virginia.
+
+The door opened and Jimmie entered, cheerful and debonair as usual.
+
+"Morning, Virgie!" he chuckled.
+
+"Good morning," she replied gravely.
+
+"Just dropped in to say good-bye before I hike along."
+
+"I'm glad you did," she smiled amiably.
+
+"We've had a bully little visit." Turning to his wife, he said:
+"Haven't we, Fanny?"
+
+"Yes, indeed," she smiled.
+
+"Great finish too," he chuckled, "what with my raise and the car."
+
+"Yes, isn't that fine?" chimed in his wife.
+
+"I hope it's a late model," he went on, scratching his head. "I hate
+those old-fashioned things!"
+
+"I'll be satisfied with any kind of a car," laughed Fanny.
+
+"So will I--in a way," he said. "But I hate folks to think I'm not up
+to date." Turning to Virginia he added: "If Robert's ready we can go
+down together. Is he?"
+
+Shaking her head, she said quietly:
+
+"I don't think so."
+
+He laughed loudly.
+
+"I didn't expect he would be after last night's illumination! He was
+'full' all right--circuited from tower to basement! On the level, he
+was so lit up that if every light on his machine had gone out the cops
+couldn't have said a word!"
+
+"James! Keep still!" whispered his wife, giving her sister a
+significant glance.
+
+"Why?" he exclaimed surprised. "Is there anything criminal in a man
+getting tanked up once in a while?"
+
+Fanny colored with vexation. Angrily she said: "Take my advice--don't
+you ever try it!"
+
+"And if I should," he demanded defiantly, "what can you do about it?"
+
+"The husband's unanswerable question," smiled Virginia sadly, "what
+can you do about it?"
+
+"Sure! What can you?" he repeated.
+
+"I'll tell you what I'd do," cried Fanny, warming up. "I'd leave you
+at once."
+
+Virginia started and looked thoughtfully at her sister, as if her
+words but echoed a determination that was in her own heart.
+
+"Yes, you would!" he sneered.
+
+"Yes, I would," she cried hotly. "I wouldn't stand for any drunken
+husband. I'd leave him so quick that--that--"
+
+She stopped abruptly, realizing what her words meant to one very dear
+to her. Virginia said nothing, but rising, walked to the other side of
+the room.
+
+"That what?" demanded Jimmie.
+
+"Nothing!" replied his wife crossly.
+
+"You needn't worry, anyway," he continued, "I just can't stand the
+stuff. Give me three drinks and next morning my head's full of Roman
+candles. Huh! Not for mine, thank you!"
+
+"I'm glad of it," said Fanny, with a sigh of relief.
+
+Jimmie chuckled. With a side glance at his sister-in-law he exclaimed
+in an undertone: "Gee! But I'd like to be here when he comes in. I
+wonder what he'll say."
+
+"He won't remember anything about it."
+
+"Oh, that's the kind, is it--one of those convenient, witness stand,
+I-have-no-recollection things, eh! Well, you take it from me, that's
+the best kind to have. You can agree to any old thing and not remember
+it, you can make all kinds of promises and then forget 'em. You
+can--Say!"
+
+The young man suddenly gasped and turned pale. Fanny, alarmed, started
+forward, thinking he was ill.
+
+"What's the matter?" she exclaimed, anxiously.
+
+"Good Lord!" he cried, "suppose he should forget about my raise!"
+
+Reassured, his wife laughed nervously. Crossly she said:
+
+"How you frightened me!" Quickly she said: "Oh, Robert won't forget
+about that."
+
+A determined, defiant expression came into her husband's face as he
+went on:
+
+"You can just bet he won't while I have the power of speech. He won't
+come that 'I--can't--recall' gag on me."
+
+"Of course not," said Fanny soothingly.
+
+Anxiously he continued:
+
+"I've calculated exactly what I'd do with that extra fifty. I reckoned
+that after we'd paid the chauffeur and for the gasoline and things
+we'd have about twenty left, so I figured we'd be able to leave a
+Hundred and Fortieth Street and move down town to a Hundred and
+Twenty-fifth. Then I'd pictured old McLoughlin's face when he'd heard
+I'd got another raise and what he'd look like every morning when I
+drove to the office in my own car. And I'd picked out the places we'd
+go to for the next four Sundays--yes, and a lot of other things too."
+
+"How did you find the time?"
+
+"I had plenty of time last night, after we went to bed and you kept me
+awake by doing your grand combined kicking and contortion act. You
+take it from me--every time you get one of your restless fits, you
+smash all world's records for landing sudden and violent kicks in
+unexpected places."
+
+Fanny laughed good-humoredly.
+
+"Can I help it if I'm a little nervous once in a while?" she said.
+
+"Of course not, and I don't blame you for it, but that doesn't give me
+back my sleep, does it?" Taking out his watch he added: "I've got to
+skin. I'll be a bit late as it is and McLoughlin's sure to be there
+waiting for me with a few pleasant words."
+
+He stooped to kiss his wife.
+
+"Good-bye, dear!" he said. "Get home early so as to be sure the
+dinner's all right, won't you?"
+
+"Yes, dear."
+
+Hurriedly he went on:
+
+"If it's O.K. about the car, have Virgie's chauffeur drive you home
+and leave it in front of the building where the neighbors can get a
+peek at it. I'll arrange about the garage when I get back."
+
+"Very well."
+
+Waving his hand, he made his way toward the door:
+
+"Then good-bye. If we don't get that machine now after it being
+promised to us, after all the figuring I've done on it, it'll be hell,
+that's what it'll be--just hell!"
+
+He disappeared and Fanny rose from her seat to go in search of her
+sister. She looked for her in the adjoining room but she was not
+there. Wondering where she could be, she went out into the hall and
+called:
+
+"Virgie--Virgie!"
+
+Virginia entered from the bedroom where she had been busy packing some
+things. Running up to her, Fanny said quickly:
+
+"You know I didn't mean what I said about leaving him."
+
+Virginia looked steadily at her without answering. There was a
+moment's pause during which each sister looked at the other, as if
+trying to read her most secret thoughts. Finally, the younger one
+said:
+
+"You didn't really?"
+
+"No--honest, I didn't. I don't think I could leave him, no matter what
+he did. I love him! And you love Robert, don't you?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Well, a woman couldn't deliberately leave the man she loves, could
+she?"
+
+Virginia made no reply and, anxiously, Fanny demanded again.
+
+"Could she?"
+
+Virginia nodded. Slowly she said:
+
+"I think a woman might--and be justified in it."
+
+"Even if she loved him?"
+
+"No matter how much she loved him."
+
+Fanny was about to protest when there came a knock at the door, and
+Josephine entered, laden with jewel boxes of all sorts and sizes.
+
+"These are all but the ruby cross, Madame. That is at the jeweller's.
+John showed me the receipt for it."
+
+"Yes, I remember," said Virginia hurriedly.
+
+The girl placed the boxes on the table near the other jewels.
+
+"Aren't they beautiful!" exclaimed Fanny enthusiastically. Quickly she
+asked: "Which is your favorite?"
+
+"The pearls," replied Virginia quietly.
+
+Going to the table, the elder sister opened some of the boxes and took
+the jewels in her hand admiringly.
+
+"They must have cost a fortune!" she went on ecstatically. "This is
+the first time I've seen them together. They're simply great!"
+
+Josephine turned to address her mistress.
+
+"Will Madame go out this morning?"
+
+Virginia nodded.
+
+"Probably."
+
+"What furs will Madame wear?"
+
+"None. Bring my cloth coat and the hat that goes with it."
+
+"Oui, Madame."
+
+Fanny was still standing spellbound before the table, feasting her
+eyes on the valuable collection of costly gems.
+
+"If these were mine," she went on enthusiastically, "I'd have them out
+and count 'em up every day. They'd have no chance to get away from me!
+My, but they're stunning! Robert's very good to you, isn't he?"
+
+"Very," replied her sister dryly.
+
+Picking up a diamond solitaire ring and examining it, Fanny asked:
+
+"This was his first present, wasn't it?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Do you remember how scared we both were that somebody might break
+into the room and steal it and how we used to hide it under the
+mattress every night and take it out again when we got up?"
+
+Virginia nodded. With averted face she said:
+
+"Yes--I remember."
+
+"And the morning we were in a hurry and forgot it till we were on the
+car! I can see you now, reaching for the bell and then getting off the
+wrong way. And how you did run! If you had gone in the ladies' race at
+the Shipping Clerks' Annual Picnic and had run as fast as that, you'd
+have won the genuine tortoise-shell side combs sure!"
+
+Virginia smiled in spite of herself. Quietly she replied:
+
+"I suppose I was excited. It was the first piece of real jewelry I had
+ever owned."
+
+"And now see what you've got!"
+
+Virginia remained silent and her sister opened another box. Taking out
+a superb necklace of pearls, she held it up admiringly.
+
+"This was his wedding present! I remember you tried it on at least
+fifty times the first night you had it! I did the same with Jimmie's.
+It was a horse-shoe--that big!--of near-diamonds. I never wear it now,
+but I wouldn't part with it for the world."
+
+Virginia smiled.
+
+"Jimmie's a pretty good husband, isn't he?" she said.
+
+"Yes, indeed. He's stubborn at times--and cranky--and selfish--and
+wants everything his own way, but he's pretty good as husbands go! And
+then--we've got the baby."
+
+At that moment Josephine re-entered with the coat and hat which she
+put down on a chair near the dressing table.
+
+"Anything else, Madame?"
+
+"No, Josephine, you needn't wait."
+
+"Oui, Madame."
+
+When the girl had left the room Fanny said:
+
+"Josie's an awfully nice girl. Where did you get her?"
+
+Before her sister could answer the question the door opened and the
+master of the house entered.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XVII
+
+
+Stafford smiled pleasantly when he saw the two women and only a close
+observer would have noticed that his greeting lacked its customary
+spontaneity and heartiness. He at once made himself particularly
+agreeable to Fanny; but, while he chatted and laughed with his
+sister-in-law, anyone could see that he studiously avoided addressing
+his wife directly or even meeting her eye. To one who knew him well,
+his manner would have seemed unusually nervous and embarrassed.
+
+The truth was that Robert Stafford felt very much of a fool. If he did
+not dare look Virginia in the face this morning it was because he was
+heartily ashamed of himself. He had only a faint recollection of what
+had happened the previous evening, but Virginia's coolness at
+breakfast had told him enough. It hurt his pride to think that he, who
+prided himself on being able to control thousands of workmen, failed
+utterly when it came to a question of controlling himself. That
+Virginia resented his conduct of the night before was very apparent.
+She was deeply offended and no doubt hated him. What would she do?
+Would this little domestic storm blow over as the others had done
+before or would there be a tremendous row, ending in no one knew what?
+The best plan was to appear as unconcerned as possible and leave
+matters to shape themselves. Looking round he asked:
+
+"Has Jimmie gone?"
+
+"Yes!" replied Fanny. Quickly she added: "He was a little bit worried
+though because--"
+
+"Worried--why?" he demanded.
+
+"Oh, nothing!"
+
+The millionaire looked searchingly at his sister-in-law. Imperatively
+he demanded:
+
+"Why was he worried? Tell me--I insist!"
+
+"Well, he was afraid you might forget your promises."
+
+"Promises?"
+
+"Those you made last night."
+
+Stafford stared, as if trying to comprehend.
+
+"Promises! Oh, yes--of course!"
+
+"If you didn't really mean them--" went on Fanny.
+
+"But I did," he interrupted hastily. "Most certainly I did," he
+stammered. He stopped for a moment as if trying to recollect and then
+went on: "I meant everything I said--but I don't quite remember what
+it was."
+
+Virginia shrugged her shoulders. Caustically she said:
+
+"Part of it was a car which you promised to send to-day as a present
+for my little niece."
+
+Stafford's face brightened. If liberality could make amends for the
+night before he was willing to do anything.
+
+"Of course!" he exclaimed quickly. "She's been looking rather pale and
+I wanted her to get out in the open more. Fine! I'll arrange about it
+before I leave!"
+
+"And you raised James' salary fifty dollars a week," said Fanny
+timidly.
+
+"Naturally! Naturally!" he exclaimed, "to pay for the chauffeur and
+the upkeep. If I increase Jimmie's expenses, it's only fair that I
+should fix his salary so that he can meet them."
+
+His sister-in-law went up to him. Eagerly she said:
+
+"Then you did mean it really? It wasn't only a--a--I mean you didn't
+do it just because you were--you were--well--you did?"
+
+He nodded and with a smile he replied:
+
+"I made up my mind about it early in the week, but I told you a little
+sooner than I expected--that's all."
+
+Fanny's face was radiant with happiness.
+
+"Oh, Robert," she cried, "it's just lovely of you! You don't know how
+much we shall enjoy it."
+
+"Is that all I promised?" he laughed. "I didn't agree to make Jimmie
+superintendent or anything?"
+
+"No, that was all. It was enough, too."
+
+Stafford turned to his wife.
+
+"Dearie?"
+
+"Yes," she answered coldly.
+
+"Do you mind 'phoning for Oku to bring some ice-water?"
+
+"Not at all."
+
+Going to the 'phone on the wall, she took off the receiver and spoke
+into it.
+
+"Hello! Have Oku bring some ice-water."
+
+"I've got a terrible headache," he went on. "The man who drinks too
+much is a fool--" Looking towards Virginia, who stood silently by,
+he added:
+
+"You don't have to say anything--I know you agree with me. And quite
+right too! I'm ashamed of myself."
+
+Fanny discreetly went towards the door.
+
+"I--I think I'll go," she said timidly.
+
+"Don't go," he pleaded. "Please stay awhile and give me your moral
+support." Glancing at his wife, he added ruefully: "I feel that I'm
+going to need it."
+
+Fanny halted and at that moment there was a knock at the door.
+
+"Come in," said Virginia.
+
+Oku entered with a pitcher oL ice water and glasses. Salaaming low, he
+said:
+
+"Excuse--please, Excuse!"
+
+The butler filled a glass and offered it to Virginia, but she shook
+her head. He then offered it to Fanny, who also declined.
+
+"Not them," smiled Stafford, "me!"
+
+Draining the glass he handed it back.
+
+"Anything else?" asked the man politely.
+
+"No."
+
+"Then excuse, please! Excuse."
+
+The butler apologetically picked up his tray and started to go when
+his master stopped him.
+
+"Here!"
+
+Oku stopped, and his master made a sign to him to put the tray and
+ice-water on the table again.
+
+"You want me leave water?"
+
+"Yes!"
+
+The butler placed the tray on the table.
+
+"Anything else, sir?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then excuse, please! Excuse!"
+
+Oku withdrew and Fanny approached her sister, who was seated at the
+window idly gazing into the street. Stafford rose and joined them.
+
+"Well, dear?" he stammered nervously.
+
+"Now I--I must go!" exclaimed Fanny.
+
+"Please!" pleaded Stafford, motioning her not to desert him.
+
+"But the baby," exclaimed his sister-in-law.
+
+"Oh, come!" he laughed. "Don't desert a comrade in distress."
+
+"But she might need me--really she might. So--excuse me."
+
+She hurried away and for some minutes after she had gone there was
+complete silence. Virginia made no movement and Stafford, afraid to
+begin talking, contented himself by watching her. At last, unable to
+keep up the artificial restraint any longer he said:
+
+"Dearie, before you say a word I want to tell you that I'm sorry for
+the condition I was in when I came home last night. I'm dreadfully
+sorry, and ashamed--"
+
+She did not turn round and for a moment she made no reply. He thought
+she had not heard. Then, coldly, she said:
+
+"Do you know what you said to me?"
+
+He advanced closer and, in the most apologetic manner possible, went
+on:
+
+"Sweetheart, I was drunk last night and I'm sorry. I'm ashamed--and I
+apologize! I've got a dreadful head this morning and I'm as nervous as
+I can be! So don't bother me any more than you have to, will you,
+dearie? Be nice to me this morning. Come on now, dearie, be nice to
+me!"
+
+She rose from her chair and confronted him. Her face was pale and
+determined looking. There was no love in it now, nothing but the
+expression of a woman who had been hurt in her most sensitive
+feelings. Slowly, deliberately, in tones that cut him like a knife,
+she said:
+
+"Last night you said that you had _bought and paid for me_!"
+
+"But I've explained, haven't I?" he protested. "I've said that I'm
+ashamed, and I've apologized. Can I do any more? You don't know how
+nervous I am to-day--nor how I feel! I can't stand these rackets like
+I used to. Be a dear, good, sweet, little girl and don't scold me.
+Please dearie, please!"
+
+"You said that you had _bought_ and _paid_ for me!" she
+repeated icily, with emphasis on the last words.
+
+"But, sweetheart--"
+
+Bitterly she went on:
+
+"It isn't the first time you have said it either. And the dreadful
+thing about it is--that it's true!"
+
+"But it isn't true," he protested.
+
+She half turned away from him, unwilling that he should see the tears
+that had started to her eyes.
+
+"Yes--it is true enough," she said half hysterically. "If you hadn't
+been rich--I should not have married you--because I didn't feel
+towards you--then--as a girl should feel towards the man she is to
+marry."
+
+"Virginia!" he cried, making a stride forward.
+
+She drew back as she replied coldly:
+
+"You know it, and last night you told me of it."
+
+"But last night--"
+
+"And so the fact remains that you did buy me!" Pointing to the boxes
+of jewels heaped high on the table, she went on: "And these are the
+things you bought me with! These are the things you bought me with--I
+give them all back to you!"
+
+"Virginia!" he cried appealingly.
+
+Calmly she went on:
+
+"You bought me, but you didn't buy my self-respect. And no matter what
+happens I am going to keep that."
+
+"It's the last thing in the world that I'd have you lose," he said
+with some show of emotion.
+
+"Then why do you try to rob me of it? Why did you come to me--as you
+did last night--and insult and degrade me?"
+
+"I'm sorry, dear."
+
+"So you have told me before! And I've cried--and suffered--and
+forgiven you--and prayed that it would never happen again. And now,
+dear, I'm not going to cry any more, and it won't happen again."
+
+He looked at her inquiringly--almost apprehensively.
+
+"You--mean?" he stammered. She sank into a chair a little distance
+from him. The tears had disappeared from her eyes. She had recovered
+her self-possession. It was only a matter of business which they had
+to discuss now. Calmly she continued:
+
+"I mean that we have got to have a definite and explicit
+understanding. I refuse to remain in a position where you can
+humiliate me as you have done. What must I think of myself if I do? I
+ask you, Robert, what must I think of myself?" He said nothing and
+after a short pause she went on: "A good woman must retain her respect
+for herself--she must know in her heart that she is sweet and fine; if
+she doesn't what is there left for her? There are just two ways in
+which I can keep my self respect--and I'm going to keep it--two and
+only two. One is this--you must promise me now that you will never
+touch drink again."
+
+He was silent for a moment as if weighing the exact meaning of her
+words and their significance; then gravely he replied:
+
+"I'm not sure that I could keep such a promise. I'll agree though to
+try--"
+
+She shook her head.
+
+"No, dear--that won't do. How many times already have you agreed to
+try and how many times have you failed? You can stop if you wish. You
+are not a weakling. You're a big man, a strong man. You can stop if
+you wish and you must promise me that you will or--I--"
+
+"Or what?" he demanded.
+
+"Or I shall take the only other course open to me and--leave you."
+
+"Leave me!"
+
+"Yes."
+
+He looked at her curiously as if trying to see if she really meant
+what she said. He could hardly believe that she was serious. Rising,
+he went towards her, and bending over her said gravely:
+
+"Let me get this straight. You say I must promise that I will never
+take another drink or you'll leave me. Is that it?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Your mind is made up?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Then it's an ultimatum?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And you want an answer here and now?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Very well, then, you shall have it. I won't promise."
+
+His answer came upon her like a shock. She had expected that he would
+agree to anything, but he actually defied her.
+
+"Robert!" she cried despairingly.
+
+"I can't be driven and I won't be bullied," he said doggedly. "No man,
+by holding a revolver to my head, can force me to do anything I don't
+want to do, nor can any woman either--not even you."
+
+As he spoke, her face grew a little paler, the lines about her mouth
+deepened. If that was the way he chose to look upon their relations,
+the sooner the end came the better.
+
+"Very well," she said coldly.
+
+She had turned as if to go to her room when he again spoke:
+
+"Besides, there has to be a head of every family Just as there had to
+be a head of every business, and so long as I have any family I am
+going to be the head of it! If I had a partner and he came to me and
+said 'Do this thing or I quit you,' whether the thing was right or
+wrong, I'd say, 'Go ahead. Quit.' Because if I didn't, from that
+moment on, he, not I, would be the boss! So it is with us."
+
+"Then I--am to--go," she said slowly.
+
+"That is for you to say. But if you do go, remember that it is of your
+own volition. I want you to stay--you understand?"
+
+She made no answer and he went on:
+
+"One thing is certain. You can't think very much of me, or you
+couldn't even think of leaving me like this--"
+
+"It is because I do love you," she cried hysterically, "that I must
+leave you. You don't understand that now but, oh! how I hope that some
+day you will. Good-bye!"
+
+She went toward the dressing table as if to get her hat and coat. He
+halted her with a gesture.
+
+"Just a minute, dear."
+
+She stopped.
+
+"Well?"
+
+Approaching her, he said kindly:
+
+"You are doing a very foolish thing."
+
+She shook her head.
+
+"I'm doing the right thing."
+
+"I don't think so. Aside from marrying her husband, leaving him is the
+most serious step a woman can take. Serious steps should be given
+great consideration."
+
+"I have considered this," she replied gravely.
+
+"But not enough."
+
+"Oh, yes, I have."
+
+"In the first place you know that since you came into my life I
+haven't given any other woman even a thought. You know that, don't
+you?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"In the next place you are leaving me! I am not leaving you. My home
+is still open to you and I want you for my wife--"
+
+He stopped and looked at her as if expecting her to say something, but
+she was silent and he went on:
+
+"Of course under any circumstances I shall see you are well provided
+for."
+
+Virginia made a gesture of dissent.
+
+"Oh, no!" she cried.
+
+"You mean that you wouldn't take-any allowance?"
+
+"Yes! I came to you with nothing--that is what I'll take away."
+
+"Now do be a sensible little woman," he said coaxingly. "If you won't
+take anything from me, where are you to go, what are you to do?"
+
+"You seem to forget that I managed to live before I met you!"
+
+"You would try to do as you did then?"
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"Because it's impossible--absolutely impossible."
+
+"I don't think so."
+
+He made an impatient gesture as if any such action were unthinkable.
+
+"Come now, dearie, get all such foolish thoughts out of your head. The
+idea is absurd, ridiculous."
+
+"Why?" she demanded.
+
+"Among other reasons is the fact that I wouldn't let you."
+
+"How can you prevent me? You can't keep me a prisoner here and you
+can't force me to take your money unless I wish to take it. You see?"
+
+"The idea is preposterous, I tell you. You couldn't voluntarily go
+back and live as you did before. It isn't in human nature."
+
+"I can try."
+
+"And if you do, you'll fail. And I'll tell you why! When we met you
+were earning ten or twelve dollars a week."
+
+"Ten," she corrected.
+
+"On that you had to live and provide yourself with everything. You had
+a little room in Harlem and used to hang on to a strap every morning
+and night when you went to and from your work."
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And now you've had the touring car in the summer and the limousine in
+the winter; when the weather was cold you had your furs, when it was
+warm you had the yacht! Since we were married you have had every
+luxury that money could give and luxury gets in the blood, my dear.
+Luxury gets in the blood! It's got into mine! Could I, of my own free
+will, go back and live as I used to live and be satisfied? Certainly
+not! No more can you!"
+
+"I can try," she said doggedly.
+
+"Don't try," he pleaded. "Please don't! You're a dear, fine, sensible,
+high-minded little woman, but you weren't made to fight against such
+odds, and if you try it you'll fail. It's inevitable."
+
+"Just the same I'm going to try it."
+
+Her words were final. There was no recalling them. She was determined
+upon a separation. So be it, he thought to himself. He was as proud,
+as obstinate as she was. If she insisted on leaving him, he would not
+argue with her any longer. Sternly he said:
+
+"Then mark my words--you'll either send for me or you'll come back to
+me."
+
+"I won't, I tell you!" she retorted with spirit.
+
+"That's what you think now."
+
+"And it's what I shall always think!" she cried. "Send for you after
+last night? Come back to you and these same conditions? Never! Never!"
+
+Once more he softened. He could not forget in a moment's anger what
+they had been to each other. Appealingly he said:
+
+"Listen to me for just a minute, dear. You don't realize what you are
+undertaking. You don't know what you propose to do. Please, please
+don't do anything that is going to bring you so much misery and
+unhappiness. Think it over a little while and then perhaps--"
+
+"My mind is made up," she said firmly.
+
+Going to her dressing table, she picked up her hat and placed it on
+her head. Again he tried to dissuade her.
+
+"Dearie!"
+
+"I am quite decided, I tell you," she said firmly, putting on her hat.
+
+"Don't do it, Virginia, don't do it!" he cried. "Remember, if you
+leave me like this you will have to come to me or it will
+be--forever."
+
+"Then it will be forever!" she said decisively. "I won't be degraded
+and humiliated! I won't be told that I was bought and paid for! You've
+been able to say it up to now, but you'll never be able to say it
+again!" Pointing to the jewels she added: "There they are! I give them
+all back to you."
+
+She stopped and suddenly noticed the rings she was wearing. They,
+also, were a present from him. With a subdued exclamation she
+muttered:
+
+"I had almost forgotten these!"
+
+Taking the gems off her fingers one by one, she laid them on the table
+before him. Her wedding ring still remained on her finger. That she
+hesitated to remove. She looked from the ring to her husband and made
+a movement as if about to remove it. Stafford, in his distress, made a
+supplicating gesture.
+
+"Don't do that!" he cried
+
+"Why not?" she replied coldly. "Since it's to be forever, why not?"
+
+Taking off the wedding ring she placed it on the table with the others
+and left the room, closing the door behind her.
+
+After she had gone Stafford went to the table, picked up the ring and
+softly read the inscription to himself:
+
+"'_From Robert to Virginia, with eternal love!'_ Eternal love!"
+he echoed bitterly to himself. "What irony!"
+
+Slipping the ring into his pocket he stood for a time as if in deep
+thought. Then going to the telephone, he quickly unhooked the
+receiver.
+
+"Hello! Give me Madison, 74. Hurry! Hurry! Is this Burley's Detective
+Agency? Is Mr. Burley there? Oh, is that you, Burley? This is Robert
+Stafford. I want the best man you have to meet me at my office in half
+an hour. Yes--your very best. What? No, no! I don't want him to watch
+anyone; I want him to protect someone. In half an hour, remember."
+
+Replacing the telephone on the desk, he remained seated, and drawing
+from his pocket the wedding ring he gazed at it murmuring to himself:
+
+"With eternal love!"
+
+[Illustration: TAKING OFF THE WEDDING RING, SHE PLACED IT ON THE
+TABLE. PAGE 270]
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XVIII
+
+
+For the next few days there was an atmosphere of gloom and depression
+at No.-- Riverside Drive. Below stairs consternation reigned. No one
+knew exactly what had occurred, but that the relations between master
+and mistress were badly strained was plainly evident. Mrs. Stafford
+had driven hurriedly away in a taxicab without saying where she was
+going or when she would return, and Mr. Stafford, having locked
+himself in his room and denied himself to all callers, was in such an
+ugly mood that he was absolutely unapproachable. Never before had Oku
+seen his master in such a vicious temper. He had practically kicked
+him out when he had politely inquired how many would be home for
+dinner, and all that evening he heard him striding restlessly up and
+down like a caged lion, raging and fuming, and once it had sounded
+suspiciously to Oku as if his master might be weeping.
+
+The little Japanese butler not only felt hurt at such treatment after
+fifteen years of faithful service, but he was really concerned at the
+protracted and mysterious absence of his dear mistress. In the two
+years that Virginia had been at the head of the household she had
+endeared herself to all her dependents. Always courteous and
+considerate, never unreasonable or exacting, the servants literally
+worshipped her and as the days went by without the least sign of her
+coming back the general gloom deepened. In the evening, after the
+day's work was done, and all hands could sit in the kitchen and take
+things easy, the mistress' strange disappearance was the one topic of
+conversation. The cook, a stout, apoplectic-looking Irishwoman, spoke
+straight up: Her mistress, as nice a lady as she ever worked for, was
+smart enough to know her own mind and if she had left her husband
+there was a mighty good reason for it. The waitress, indignantly
+repudiating the insinuation that she made a practice of listening to
+table conversation as she passed the dishes, admitted that, having
+been provided by nature with ears, she could not help overhearing
+certain things. On the morning of Mrs. Stafford's departure, she had
+noticed a decided coolness at the breakfast table, and later when on
+going down stairs she had heard loud voices she had stopped to listen
+she had distinctly heard her mistress say: "Then I shall leave you!"
+This pointed clearly enough to a serious rupture, especially when
+Josephine, the French maid, told how, at her mistress' orders, she had
+taken from the safe all the boxes of jewelry and piled them up on the
+table where they still remained. Her candid opinion was that the
+master had been drinking again and that madame, disgusted at his
+behavior, had eloped with a tall, handsome stranger who had been seen
+loitering around the house. Oku scoffed at all this gossip. It was
+clear as daylight, he said. His master was tired of being married so
+long to the same woman, and as to madame, she also was weary of being
+married to the same man, so each had decided to try a little change,
+whereupon Lizzie, the second waitress--a buxom Irish girl who despised
+"furriners" in general and Japanese in particular--bid Oku hold his
+tongue and not jabber such heathenish nonsense.
+
+But if the situation was productive of much unconscious humor in
+servants' hall, it was different upstairs. To Robert Stafford it was
+all serious enough, a tragedy which had suddenly blasted his life, and
+night after night as he sat alone in the library, making a hollow
+pretence at work, forcing his mind on a book or newspaper when really
+his thoughts were miles away, he wondered how he could have been such
+a fool as to allow his happiness slip through his fingers.
+
+Now that Virginia was really gone, he realized what she had been to
+him and what he had lost. At the outset, he had taken it lightly,
+resentfully. He schooled himself to appear indifferent, afraid that he
+would be surrendering some of his pride if he displayed the slightest
+weakness. To himself he argued that if she chose to quarrel with him
+and disturb the harmony of their home on such a trivial pretext, he
+would be a poor weak fool to permit a woman to bully him and question
+rights which were of the very essence of his manhood. If she preferred
+to make a fuss and go her own way he could not prevent her. But when
+the door had closed behind her, when he saw that she was really in
+earnest, that she had been willing to give up all this comfort, all
+this luxury, to return to a precarious existence, a life of
+humiliation and self-denial, and all this for a mere matter of
+principle, he was startled.
+
+The railroad promoter had never troubled to think deeply on matters
+outside his material interests. Of religion, he had none, and he
+seldom stopped to consider the ethical side of a question. But all at
+once, as by a miracle, the scales fell from his eyes. In a sudden
+flash of illuminating reason he saw himself as he was--selfish,
+cynical, inconsiderate, brutal. He was astounded at finding himself
+compelled to admit the truth of these self-made charges. He did not
+mean to be all these things. At heart he was a good fellow. It was
+simply the fault of his training. He saw now the truth of what in his
+egotism and cynicism he had always scoffed at before, that some women
+are strong enough morally, brave enough physically to do anything,
+make any sacrifice for the sake of right. How unworthy he had proved
+himself of such a woman! What respect could she have left for him,
+what respect had he left for himself?
+
+And as the days went by without word from her and the full realization
+of what he had lost slowly came to him, he thought he would go mad
+from anxiety and remorse. He did not know where she had gone and his
+pride prevented him from communicating with her sister. James Gillie
+had handed in a haughty resignation the day following Virginia's
+departure, so there was no way of learning anything from that source,
+and the detective he had employed had thus far discovered nothing. She
+might be in difficulties, in actual want and would not ask assistance
+from sheer pride. The thought was maddening and for days Stafford,
+distraught, unable to attend to his affairs, remained in the house,
+hoping, half expecting, she would return until the uncertainty and
+continual disappointment nearly drove him insane. He could not eat; he
+could not sleep. His ears still rang with her reproaches, her stinging
+words of bitter denunciation. At night he would wake up suddenly in a
+cold sweat imagining he saw her standing at the bed, looking at him
+with her large, sorrowful eyes, full of tears and reproach.
+
+If he had never been sure of it before, he knew now that he loved her.
+Everything in the house, now she was gone, told him so. As he wandered
+aimlessly through the deserted rooms, and his glance fell on the
+corners and objects with which she was associated--the deep easy chair
+in the library in which she would bury herself for hours with an
+interesting book; her baby grand piano, still open with the sheets of
+music scattered about; her private chamber with the bed undisturbed,
+closets empty, furniture arranged in precise order, and already
+beginning to accumulate dust--he realized for the first time all that
+she had been to him. He had not married young like most men. She had
+come into his life when his habits and opinions were already formed.
+For that reason he had treated his wife like a child, to be petted and
+indulged, but who at no time must be permitted to assert her
+independence or interfere in any way with her husband's mode of
+living. But little by little, even without his being conscious of it,
+she had taken a larger place in his life. Gradually, she had made
+herself necessary to him, to his peace of mind, to his comfort. Not
+only did she fill the house with her youthful enthusiasm and girlish
+laughter, but when business cares weighed heavy on his shoulders and
+he came home tired, glad of someone to whom he could confide his
+troubles, he found in her the most sympathetic of listeners. In the
+evening she would sit at the piano and play for him his favorite
+music. Ah, how divinely she played the Schubert _Serenade_; its
+sad, mournful melody was even now ringing in his ears, perfectly
+attuned to his present mood. Insensate fool that he had been! He had
+enjoyed all this and yet had deemed it of such little value that he
+had spurned it and driven it away. This woman, his wife, who had
+brought sunshine into his life and home--this loyal, faithful
+comrade--he had insulted beyond all forgiveness. When it all came
+clear to him, he thought he would go mad.
+
+Ah, if she would only forgive him and come back! His first impulse was
+to go after her, humiliate himself, go on his knees if necessary, and
+beseech her to return. A dozen times he sat down and wrote her a
+letter, but they were never sent. His pride forbade it, and caused him
+to go about wearing a mask of indifference which he was far from
+feeling. No, he could not go after her. All through his life, he had
+prided himself on his strength of will. It was the keystone of his
+character, both in his relations with his workmen and also in his
+domestic life. If he were to weaken, no matter what the circumstances,
+after once taking a determined stand, he would forfeit not only the
+world's respect, but his own as well. He was as proud and self-willed
+as she. He had told her that he would never go to her unless she sent
+for him. If, therefore, she was as proud and determined as he was,
+they had said good-bye for ever. They would never see each other
+again. If she did not write, it was because she had tired of him and
+did not want to come back. Perhaps she had found someone for whom she
+cared more, and no doubt one of these days some lawyer would be
+serving him with papers in a separation or divorce suit. Thus, his
+brain conjuring up all kinds of possibilities, he began to nourish
+feelings of anger and resentment. Suppose he had been a little rough
+with her, it was far worse for her to abandon him and expose him to
+all kinds of slanderous rumors. Thus, steeling his heart, he tried to
+forget her.
+
+For a time he went back to his old style of life, leading again that
+easy-going, bohemian existence of his bachelor days. He plunged into
+gaieties and dissipations of every kind. He gambled freely, drank
+heavily and gave midnight champagne suppers enlivened by "appetizing"
+vaudeville, to prominent ladies of the demi-monde. Yet even these
+excesses could not drown the prickings of conscience. Sometimes, amid
+one of these nocturnal debauches, and while the drunken revelry was at
+its height, he would suddenly see Virginia's pale, thoughtful face.
+Her eyes, dimmed with tears, and full of reproach, would seem to be
+gazing at him questioningly, wonderingly, that he should have so
+degraded himself. With a cry of disgust, he would spring up from his
+chair and go back to his desolate home.
+
+Gradually the strain told upon him. He grew nervous and depressed. His
+physician warned him against working too hard.
+
+"It's the grave malady of our time," said the doctor, shaking his
+head. "All our successful men fall victims to it. It's this cursed
+race to get rich quick."
+
+Stafford shook his head. With a grim smile he said:
+
+"You are mistaken, doctor. My affairs were never in better shape. I'm
+ashamed to tell you what ails me. It's a schoolboy's complaint. I'm in
+love--for the first time in my life."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+
+
+"Mrs. Travers! Mr. Brown! Mr. Travers! Mr. Brown!"
+
+The hotel pages, smart-looking in their tight-fitting uniforms with
+gold braid and buttons, hurried here and there, scurrying through the
+lobbies and drawing-rooms, calling out the names of guests who were
+wanted.
+
+It was five o'clock and the bustle at the hotel was at its height.
+Guests were constantly arriving from train and steamer; others were
+departing, tipping their way out royally. Porters, their backs bent
+under the weight of heavy baggage, and waiters, their trays heaped up
+with silver dishes, pushed unceremoniously through the crowd. Women,
+fashionably gowned, were promenading the halls, or sipping tea in the
+palm garden; others sat in little groups watching the animated scene.
+Men of all conditions--preachers, actors, politicians, gamblers--stood
+in the lobbies, chatting and smoking, blocking the way so that it was
+almost impossible to pass. From the open doors of the brilliantly
+illuminated cafe came the noise and laughter of popping corks, the
+metallic ring of money, and the sound of men's voices in dispute. In
+another corner was heard the click of telegraph instruments and the
+industrious, perpetual rattle of typewriters. At the front entrance a
+doorman, resplendent in gold lace, was having a heated altercation
+with an obstreperous cabman. The desk was literally besieged by a
+pushing, unmannerly mob of persons, each of whom wanted to be waited
+on before the other, while haughty clerks, moving about with languid
+grace, tried to satisfy requests of every conceivable kind. There was
+nothing extraordinary in this apparent commotion. It suggested
+pandemonium; it was really only a rather dull and uneventful day in
+the ordinary routine of a big metropolitan hotel.
+
+Virginia sat back in her chair and stretched herself. Every bone in
+her body ached. She had worked steadily since 8 o'clock that morning,
+with only a brief respite for lunch, and the fatigue was beginning to
+tell upon her. Formerly she could have done twice as much without
+feeling it, but since her marriage she had gotten out of the way of
+it. Her muscles were stiff; her recent luxurious mode of living had
+unfitted her for the strenuous life she used to lead. She had regained
+her independence, but it had not been without a bitter struggle.
+
+It was a great shock to Fanny when her sister walked in on her that
+afternoon now some three months ago and quietly told her that she had
+left Robert for good. At first the elder sister laughed, not believing
+it, and then, when she saw by Virginia's face that it was only too
+true, she broke down and cried. They fell into each others' arms and
+wept together, just as they had done many times before when they were
+children.
+
+When they were somewhat calmer she had told Fanny everything, keeping
+nothing from her, and declaring her intention to go back to the hotel,
+if she could get the position, and earn her own livelihood again.
+Seeing that it was useless, Fanny did not attempt to dissuade her. On
+the contrary, now she was acquainted with all the facts in the case,
+she was indignant herself and gave her sister credit for displaying so
+much spirit. Of course, it meant a serious pecuniary loss to them all.
+Jimmie could not possibly remain in his position, in view of this
+rupture; he would resign his lucrative job and they would be compelled
+to go back to the days when they struggled along on fourteen dollars a
+week. It was hard, but better that, she told Virginia with an
+affectionate hug, than that millionaires should go around thinking
+they could buy and sell women like so many cattle.
+
+So everything was quickly settled. Virginia, of course, would live
+henceforth with them. She applied for her old position at the hotel,
+and after some delay secured it. This was a great relief to her, for
+she would never have consented to being a burden on her sister and it
+assured her a competence as long as she chose to stay.
+
+Jimmie, much to his disgust, handed in his resignation, which was
+accepted more promptly than he had secretly hoped, the flat in One
+Hundred and Fortieth street was given up and the Gillies moved into
+one a little less pretentious, but more in keeping with their
+curtailed income. A job of some kind to keep the kettle boiling was
+very necessary, so Jimmie reluctantly applied for his old job and
+became once more a $14 a week shipping clerk. This however was a
+temporary makeshift, he protested. He was chock full of good ideas,
+and now he was rid of Stafford, who he claimed, had really paralyzed
+his efforts, he would be able to give free rein to his inventive
+genius. Fanny listened patiently. By this time she had few illusions
+left concerning her husband's chances of success in life. All she
+asked was that they should get along respectably and happily.
+
+So the time had passed. It was now three months since Virginia had
+left her husband, and in all that time she had made no attempt to
+communicate with him. She had no desire to do so. If, sometimes, she
+had a secret yearning, if she sometimes hoped that he would miss her
+and come and fetch her back, she stifled it instantly. The very fact
+that he had made no attempt to come after her, showed plainly enough
+that he had never really cared for her. She thanked God that they had
+had no children. At least she was spared the torture of having brought
+unhappiness on innocent heads. At times she saw his name mentioned in
+the newspapers, and she smiled bitterly when she read accounts of
+sensational supper parties, scandalous proceedings which had attracted
+the attention of the public in which he had figured prominently. That
+was the kind of life he liked, the only kind he knew. How could she
+ever have dreamed that he was a man who would make her a good husband?
+
+"Mr. Brown! Mr. Robinson! Mr. Brown! Mr. Robinson!"
+
+The monotonous, shrill voices of the pages as they wearily made their
+rounds calling out the names of invisible guests, the orders of clerks
+and doormen, the chattering and laughing of the people as they passed
+and re-passed up and down the corridors made a perfect babel of
+conflicting sound. The afternoon was now well advanced. The crowds had
+begun to dispense. There was more breathing space in the passages. For
+the time being the rush was over and Virginia sat back in her chair,
+glad of a moment's respite after the busy day. She saw nothing and
+heard nothing of the commotion all around her. The noise and the
+crowds in the hotel lobby did not exist for her. Her thoughts, in
+spite of herself, were far away, with the man who before God's altar
+had solemnly promised to shield and protect her, and then permitted
+her to go out alone in the cold, unsympathetic world to earn her own
+living as best she could, without even making an effort to find how or
+where she was. With all his faults, she had always thought Robert
+kind-hearted. Why, then, should he have treated her in this cruel,
+heartless, indifferent manner? A man's voice suddenly aroused her from
+her words. In a cold, business-like tone it said:
+
+"Are you busy? I have some letters to dictate."
+
+Instantly aroused to a sense of her duties, Virginia sat up with a
+start. Without looking up, accustomed to be at the beck and call of
+the first stranger who came along, she said wearily:
+
+"No, I'm not busy. I'll take the dictation."
+
+The newcomer sat down at her desk. Virginia slipped a piece of paper
+into her machine and was ready to begin. Suddenly the man uttered an
+exclamation. She looked up and nearly fell from her chair.
+
+"Mr. Hadley!" she exclaimed.
+
+It was her husband's most intimate friend. Chance had brought him to
+the hotel and having some business letters to write, he had stopped at
+the desk of the first stenographer who appeared to be unoccupied. When
+he saw who the young operator was he could scarcely believe his eyes.
+With a gesture of the greatest concern, he exclaimed:
+
+"Mrs. Stafford! You here?"
+
+She smiled sadly.
+
+"Yes. I've been here some time, ever since--" She stopped short, not
+knowing how much he might know of her difference with her husband. As
+yet the world knew nothing of the scandal that had shattered a home
+and as far as she was concerned it never would. After a pause she
+added timidly: "You see I am not rich--I have to support myself."
+
+Hadley leaned forward and sympathetically grasped her hand. He had
+always liked Virginia. Her womanliness and spirit appealed strongly to
+him. Stafford had treated her like a brute. He ought never to have let
+her go. Many a time he had berated his friend for what he termed his
+pigheaded obstinacy.
+
+"Oh, Mrs. Stafford!" he went on warmly. "I had no idea you were here.
+How noble and plucky it is of you--"
+
+"Any self-respecting woman would do the same," she said quietly.
+
+Hadley shrugged his shoulders. Cynically he replied:
+
+"Some might, most wouldn't. You don't find women in our set making
+sacrifices even for a principle when it comes to giving up their
+comforts and their luxuries. I think you've acted splendidly and so
+does Bob, only he won't admit it. He's a good fellow at heart. The
+trouble was that he married too late in life. His habits were formed.
+He did not realize that to be happy in married life one must give as
+well as take; in other words, that a really happy marriage is a
+compromise. Always having had his own way, accustomed to imposing his
+will upon that of others, he failed to realize that when he married he
+conferred certain rights on the woman to whom he gave his name. Now it
+is different. He sees his mistake. It has been a bitter lesson to
+him."
+
+A deep flush spread over Virginia's pale face. What did these words
+mean? Could it be true that her husband still loved her?
+
+"You see him sometimes?" she murmured.
+
+"Almost every day. I dined with him at the club last night."
+
+"Is he well?"
+
+Hadley made no answer, but bending forward, looked more closely at his
+friend's wife. He took quick note of her tired-looking eyes, the
+pallor of her face. Slowly he said:
+
+"And you? Are you well? I think that is more important."
+
+She smiled wearily as she answered:
+
+"Oh, I'm a little tired, that's all. This work is very confining. In
+fact, I've quite gotten out of the way of it."
+
+He looked at her intently for a moment in silence. Then he said:
+
+"I had no idea where you had gone. None of his friends knew. Some
+think you are abroad. Bob has let that impression get about. Even I,
+his most intimate friend, did not know all the particulars! I guessed
+the truth. Yet Bob knew where you were."
+
+Virginia, startled, looked up quickly:
+
+"He knows?" she exclaimed.
+
+Hadley nodded.
+
+"Yes--he has employed a man to watch you constantly from a distance.
+Not because he believed you would ever give him cause for divorce--to
+be fair to him, that has never entered his mind; but he wanted someone
+to watch over you, protect you--"
+
+Virginia flushed; her heart was beating violently. In a low tone, she
+said:
+
+"He has done that?" she exclaimed. "Then he has not forgotten me after
+all--"
+
+The young man laughed.
+
+"Forgotten you! I should think not. You are never out of his thoughts.
+He won't admit it, but I know it. He loves you to-day better than he
+ever did."
+
+"Then why, if he knows where I am, doesn't he come to me?"
+
+Hadley clenched his fist. Vehemently, almost angrily, he answered:
+
+"Because he's a fool. He said he wouldn't come to you until you sent
+for him, and he hasn't the moral courage to change his mind--he's
+afraid to be laughed at."
+
+Virginia shook her head. Sadly she said:
+
+"Then I'm afraid the breach will never be healed. If he is proud, I am
+not less so. I shall never send for him."
+
+"But you can't go on like this, my dear Mrs. Stafford," he protested.
+"You really can't. You'll make yourself ill. It's not the kind of life
+you're fitted for."
+
+"What else can I do?" she inquired. "Teach? I have not the patience.
+Go into a store? It is too humiliating. No, this is the best I can
+think of. I'm living with my sister. I am comfortable and as happy as
+I can expect to be under the circumstances."
+
+"But won't you change your mind, won't you forgive Bob?" he persisted.
+"Let me go back to him now with a message from you. It is all he is
+waiting for, I know it--just one word. It will make him the happiest
+of men!"
+
+Virginia shook her head.
+
+"You are very kind, Mr. Hadley. I know you mean well, and that you are
+my friend. My husband and I understand one another perfectly. Neither
+will consent to send for the other, so the situation will remain
+exactly where it is."
+
+He rose to go.
+
+"Is this final?"
+
+She shook her head decisively.
+
+"Yes--it is final."
+
+"You will never go back to him?"
+
+"Not till he comes for me."
+
+He grasped her hand and the next minute was lost to view in the crowd.
+
+All that night, while the Gillies slumbered peacefully, Virginia
+tossed restlessly on her bed, thinking over what Mr. Hadley had told
+her. Try as she would, she was unable to banish thoughts of her
+husband from her mind. If he still cared for her, if he missed her,
+why didn't he come for her? If he himself suffered, why did he let her
+go on weeping out her heart in this way? Why should two human beings
+allow their pride to make them suffer so abominably? She thought she
+would show herself the more generous of the two; and send him a
+message, urging him to come at once. Then, as she recalled his stern,
+merciless words, she again rebelled. No--no--it would degrade her in
+his eyes if she weakened! She would not--she would not! She loved
+him--yes--only now she realized how dearly she loved him; but it was
+just because she loved him that she would not forfeit his esteem. When
+morning broke, she was still wide awake, thinking, thinking, her eyes
+red and swollen from countless tears.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX
+
+
+The Gillies' new home was nothing to boast of. In fact they were
+ashamed of its shabbiness and lived in constant dread of some of their
+former acquaintances discovering their whereabouts and coming to see
+them. Yet it was the best they could expect to find for the little
+rent they were able to pay. Situated in one of the cheapest parts of
+Harlem, the flat was in a row of tenement-like buildings, facing a
+street always filled with noisy, unkempt children. The corridors and
+staircases were gaudily decorated and the narrow halls and small
+rooms, shut off from proper light and air, gave one a sense of
+suffocation. The furnishings were of the scantiest. Jimmie having
+incurred certain heavy debts, reckoning that the palmy days would
+always last, had been forced to sell his household effects to satisfy
+pressing creditors, so now they had to be satisfied with as few odd
+cheap pieces as they could manage with--a plain deal dining-table and
+a few ricketty chairs. Times were indeed hard. The shipping firm had
+also made a cut in Jimmie's salary, reducing him from $14 to $13 a
+week, so even with the $5 which Virginia contributed to the expenses,
+strict economy had to be exercised in order to make both ends meet.
+
+Fanny did her best to look cheerful under these depressing conditions,
+but there were days when her patience was sorely tried and when she
+found herself regretting that Virginia had "taken it so particular"
+with Mr. Stafford. Of course, they all suffered by the sacrifice, but
+most of the burden fell upon her. She certainly had the worst of it.
+Virginia, away all day, at least escaped the household drudgery. It
+was a terrible existence--scrubbing floors and washing dishes from
+morning till night, seeing nobody, beginning to lose hope that she
+would ever see a change for the better.
+
+To-day she was feeling particularly tired and discouraged. She had
+been kept busy all morning looking after the baby's wants and cleaning
+the kitchen stove, and the exertion required by both duties had
+completely exhausted her. Wiping her grimy hands on her apron, she
+sank listlessly down on a chair in the kitchen to rest a while. It
+could not be for long. The afternoon was well advanced. Jim and
+Virginia would soon be home. She must think presently of getting
+dinner.
+
+The baby slept soundly in her little crib undisturbed by the noise of
+the wintry gale outdoors. Fanny sighed as she fondly gazed on the
+chubby little face. How unfair to bring such an innocent into the
+world, only to inherit trouble and want! What had become of the
+brilliant prospects for her daughter once held out when Virginia was a
+rich man's wife? Instead of improving, their situation grew steadily
+worse. Jim was making no progress. Instead of his salary being
+increased, it was always being reduced. He was the kind of man who
+made progress backwards, like a crab. He was not practical--that was
+the trouble. If only he had fewer ideas, perhaps he would make more
+money. It was very discouraging. But what good did grumbling ever do?
+The work had to be done and the quicker she finished the stove, the
+better.
+
+Wearily she rose from her seat and with a last look at the baby, was
+going towards the kitchen, when suddenly the doorbell rang violently.
+The baby started in its sleep. Indignant at the noise Fanny went and
+opened.
+
+"Is that you, Jim?" she asked crossly.
+
+"Yes," he called out.
+
+"Well, I like your nerve!" she ejaculated. "Couldn't you make less
+noise? You woke the baby!"
+
+Her husband entered, attired in a heavy overcoat, the collar of which
+was turned up. His nose was blue, his eyes red and he was shivering
+with cold.
+
+"Gee! but it's tough weather, all right!"
+
+Taking off his overcoat and muffler, and placing them on a chair
+together with his lunch box, he crossed the room to the radiator to
+warm his hands. Fanny, still fuming, went to the baby carriage, folded
+the blanket and arranged the cushions. Angrily she exclaimed:
+
+"Is that why you must ring the bell and wake the baby when you have
+the key? Don't you think I've got enough to do running this flat and
+cooking for three people and looking after the baby without having to
+go and open the door for you? Why didn't you open it yourself?"
+
+Her husband looked at her in a stupid kind of way. With a grin he
+said:
+
+"Well, if you must know, I've lost my key."
+
+"Lost your key?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Don't you know that keys cost twenty-five cents apiece?"
+
+"Sure I do."
+
+"Well," she went on indignantly, "you want to remember that every
+quarter--yes, and every nickel--counts these days. You're not working
+for Mr. Stafford at a hundred a week now; you're a shipping clerk
+getting thirteen per! Not even fourteen--thirteen!"
+
+Her husband squirmed. Shifting his feet uneasily he muttered
+
+"You needn't rub it in."
+
+Fanny held out her hand.
+
+"Hand it over," she commanded.
+
+"What?"
+
+"The thirteen," she said determinedly. "This is pay day. Come
+on!--come on!--come on!" she ordered, going up to him threateningly.
+
+With a grimace, he thrust his hand in his trousers' pocket and
+bringing out a small roll of bills, handed it to his wife. She counted
+the money carefully, and then stuffed it inside her dress. He watched
+her, a comic expression of resignation on his face.
+
+"Don't I get any?" he grumbled.
+
+"Yes," she answered quickly, "you get carfare and cigar money--twenty
+cents a day and you get it each day--"
+
+Saying this, she turned her back and fastening on her apron, made a
+move towards the kitchen. Jimmie, with a gesture of disgust, threw his
+lunch box on the table and dropped into a chair.
+
+"Can't I even have lunch money" he growled.
+
+Fanny turned on him like a tigress. For some time he had been getting
+on her nerves and to-day she was in just the humor to let out what she
+felt. Angrily she exclaimed:
+
+"Won't you ever get it into your head that I'm running this flat on
+eighteen dollars a week--thirteen from you and five from Virginia?
+Lunch money! You're lucky even to get lunch!"
+
+He made no reply, but lapsed into a sulky silence. Presently, with a
+wry face, he growled:
+
+"I'm getting tired of nothing but dry sandwiches and dill pickles."
+
+"What do you expect for thirteen per?" she retorted, "terrapin or pate
+de fois gras? Getting tired of--"
+
+She stopped short. Her eyes had just lighted on the lunch box on the
+table. Swooping down on it like an angry vulture she exclaimed
+angrily: "What's that?"
+
+Even in his bluest moments, Jimmie never lost his sense of humor.
+Picking up the box and pretending to examine it, he said:
+
+"I think it's a bunch of lilies of the valley."
+
+He grinned, but got no response. Fanny was not in a mood to jest.
+
+"Oh, don't get funny," she said crossly. "I know it's your lunch box
+all right, but what's it doing on the table? Put it in the drawer
+where it belongs." He hesitated, still grinning, and she went on
+sternly: "Go on, now! I've got enough to do without putting things
+away after you."
+
+Rising, he took the offending box and placed it in a drawer of the
+sideboard. When this was done Fanny pointed to his hat and coat:
+
+"Now hang them up in the hall," she ordered.
+
+Without another word he picked up the things and left the room.
+Directly he was gone, Fanny took a key from under a vase, opened
+another drawer in the sideboard and put the money in it. Then she
+hastily locked the drawer and replaced the key. No sooner was this
+done than Jimmie reappeared. He was puffing a cheap cigar and judging
+by his expression the flavor was not all that it might be. After a few
+moments, and while Fanny was laying the cloth, he threw it away with
+an exclamation of disgust:
+
+"It's no good! I can't get used to these damned cheap things. I
+suppose I'd be satisfied with 'em if I'd never smoked _real_
+cigars! But to be educated up to Villa de Villas and then drop to
+them--punkerinos--"
+
+Fanny looked round, saw the cigar on the floor and then looked at him:
+
+"Jimmie," she said, "pick that up and let it die outside."
+
+He obeyed her without a word. Opening the window he picked up the
+offending weed and threw it out.
+
+"Ha! ha!" he laughed bitterly. "In three months to parachute from
+first-class cafes to carrying home-made lunches; to go from threes for
+a half to twos for a nickel; instead of having plenty of money in
+pocket to be without even a cent! I tell you, Fanny, the way we're
+living now is--hell!"
+
+Flopping down on a chair near the table, he presented an abject
+picture of utter despondency. If Fanny had been in better humor she
+would have laughed at him, but in her present mood his complaints only
+irritated her the more. Stopping in her work, she turned on him. Her
+face was flushed; her eyes flashed fire. At last the moment had come
+to give it to him:
+
+"Don't you think I know it better than you do?" she cried. "I used to
+be able to pay twenty-five or thirty dollars for a hat, now when I
+want one I'll have to trim it myself; I could have a taxi once in a
+while, now I'm lucky if I can take a car; a seat in the orchestra at
+the matinees was none too good for me, now I think it is great to go
+to the moving pictures; I used to have a nine-room apartment at a
+Hundred and Fortieth street, now I've got a five-room flat at a
+Hundred and Seventy-sixth! My 'friends' don't come to see me because
+it's too far uptown. I used to have a servant to do my work and a
+woman come in to do my washing, now I have to do the work and the
+cooking and the washing into the bargain. Don't talk to me about your
+cigars, and your lunches, and your pocket money! Only a woman can know
+what it means to come down in the world!"
+
+He listened in silence to her tirade, carelessly rocking back and
+forth on the two rear legs of his tilted chair. When finally she
+stopped for sheer want of breath he said:
+
+"I guess you're right, Fanny, I'm sorry I spoke. The woman gets the
+worst of it every time."
+
+"Yes--every time, Jimmie," she said emphatically as she proceeded to
+lay the table. "Whether she's right or wrong."
+
+"If Virginia hadn't quit Stafford," he grumbled, "it would have been
+different."
+
+"There's no use talking of that--she did leave him--"
+
+Jimmie looked up, an injured expression on his face.
+
+"Yes, and what day did she pick out?" he cried indignantly. "The very
+day Stafford raised me to a hundred and fifty!" Jumping up from his
+chair he began to pace the floor nervously. "Great Scott!" he
+exclaimed, "just think of it! I used to get a hundred and fifty! Of
+course I only got it for a day and a quarter--but I got it!"
+
+His wife stopped in her work. Sharply she demanded:
+
+"And whose fault was it that you only got it for a day and a quarter?"
+
+"Mine, I suppose," he replied gloomily.
+
+"You had no right to try to interfere between Mr. Stafford and
+Virginia--that was their business."
+
+"So he told me! And when I said that anything that concerned my wife's
+sister was _my_ business and I wouldn't be associated with a man
+who didn't treat her right, and walked out, I thought he'd send a
+messenger after me before I reached the corner. In fact, I waited at
+the corner."
+
+"But the messenger didn't come," she said sarcastically.
+
+"No. But even that didn't bother me much--then! I thought I'd soon get
+another job just as good."
+
+Fanny shrugged her shoulders. With a sigh she said:
+
+"I wonder if you'll ever have one 'just as good.'"
+
+"Of course, I will," he said confidently.
+
+"When?"
+
+"I'm likely to get a good job most any time."
+
+"Well, till you do," she retorted, "hang on to the one you have. When
+rent day comes, thirteen dollars in real money is a heap sight better
+than a hundred and fifty in hopes."
+
+Jim shifted about uneasily on his feet. Stupidly he said:
+
+"Yes, I suppose so."
+
+"I know so," she exclaimed.
+
+"Besides," he said with some hesitation, "one of my ideas might turn
+out big."
+
+His wife laughed scornfully.
+
+"Might--yes," she exclaimed.
+
+"Oh, I know you don't believe in 'em any more," he went on. "But let
+me tell you this--I've got one idea right now that would make me five
+hundred dollars just as easy as that--" He snapped his fingers at her
+as he continued: "Do you hear? As easy as that!" His wife, still
+skeptical, seemed to pay no heed, so petulantly he inquired: "Why
+don't you ask me about it?"
+
+Fanny again stopped in her work and looked up.
+
+"What is it?" she demanded in a resigned tone.
+
+Jimmie frowned. He did not like his wife's incredulous attitude.
+
+"That's a fine way to ask!" he exclaimed. Imitating her tone he went
+on: "What is it? You'd show more interest than that if I told you Mrs.
+Brown's canary had died of the croup!"
+
+In spite of herself Fanny smiled. She was too good-natured to remain
+cross very long. After all, it was only natural that her husband
+should confide in her. In a more conciliatory tone, she said:
+
+"I didn't mean anything, Jimmie. What _is_ the idea?"
+
+But he was offended now.
+
+"Oh, what's the use?" he exclaimed.
+
+"Go on, tell me," she coaxed.
+
+"What's the use? You wouldn't think it was any good."
+
+"All right, then, don't!" she exclaimed, turning away. "I know there'd
+be nothing in it, anyway."
+
+He followed her across the room. Airily he said:
+
+"Is that so? Well, just to prove that there is something in it, I
+_will_ tell you. Of course I shouldn't really expect to do
+it--but the idea's there just the same."
+
+"Well--what is it?" she asked, stopping in her work to listen.
+
+Jimmie took a chair and sat down on it straddle-wise. Hesitatingly he
+said:
+
+"You know the fuss the papers made about Stafford marrying Virginia
+and how the Sunday editions had page after page about it with
+illustrations--"
+
+"Yes--what about it?" she demanded, impatient to get to the point.
+
+"And you know," he went on, "how clever he's been in keeping this from
+them by sending out the news that she'd gone to Europe for the
+winter--"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Well, if I was to go to one of 'em and tip off the story that instead
+of being in Europe, Virginia was workin' in a hotel for ten dollars a
+week, and I would agree not to tell any other paper about it, don't
+you think I could get five hundred for it? You just bet I could!"
+
+Fanny had listened with growing indignation. When he had finished she
+exclaimed:
+
+"Jimmie, if you did anything like that I'd never speak to you
+again--never!"
+
+Weakening before her outburst, he said evasively:
+
+"I told you I didn't expect to do it."
+
+"Whether I think Virginia's a fool or not," went on his wife, "she's
+my sister. Right or wrong, she's my sister and nobody--not even
+you--is going to do anything to hurt her feelings and get away with it
+without a fight from me."
+
+Jimmie rose and resumed his nervous pacing of the floor. Hastily he
+said:
+
+"I ain't going to do anything to hurt her feelings! But I must say
+it's pretty tough on a fellow to have all his good ideas spoiled! Take
+the one I had about the auto. I could have sold it for fifteen hundred
+dollars, but Virginia wouldn't let me and made me send it back. There
+was a great idea gone wrong--" He was silent for a few moments and
+then suddenly he burst out: "I've got another one."
+
+[Illustration: "I'VE GOT ANOTHER IDEA," SAID JIMMIE. PAGE 305]
+
+"What--another idea?" exclaimed his wife sarcastically.
+
+"Yes," he replied eagerly, "and even you will think this one all
+right."
+
+"What is it?"
+
+He looked round as if to make sure no one was listening. Then, in a
+tragic whisper, he said:
+
+"We must bring Virginia and Stafford together again."
+
+"Jimmie!" exclaimed his wife, looking at him in amazement.
+
+"You know she's still in love with him, don't you?" he went on calmly.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And he's just crazy over her. He 'phoned me again to-day asking about
+her."
+
+"Well--what of it?"
+
+A crafty expression came into her husband's face. He looked wise for a
+moment; then he said solemnly:
+
+"To make two people who are in love forget and forgive, all you have
+to do is to get them into each others' arms. That's the way it would
+be with them! Only stubbornness keeps them apart now--just
+stubbornness!"
+
+"Yes--that's true," admitted Fanny.
+
+"Well," he said significantly, "it's very simple--we must get them
+into each others' arms."
+
+"How?" she demanded.
+
+"Ah," he smiled, "that's where my idea comes in."
+
+Fanny looked at him curiously. It was the first time she had ever
+heard her husband say anything sensible.
+
+"Go on--tell me," she said eagerly.
+
+"If she sent for him," he went on, "he'd break all speed laws getting
+up here, and if he came for her of his own accord--if she thought he
+did that she'd be in his arms so quick that she'd make a bounding
+antelope look like a plumber's assistant going back for his tools!"
+
+Fanny looked puzzled. She did not quite understand his meaning.
+
+"What do you mean?" she asked.
+
+Her husband hesitated for a moment as if not daring to suggest what
+was on his mind; then suddenly he blurted out:
+
+"Suppose I 'phoned him--right now--that she had sent for him?"
+
+"'Phone him--that Virginia--"
+
+"Sure! He'd think she'd given in and she'd think the same of him. It
+would be a case of a pair of open arms, the rustle of a skirt, a
+little head on a manly chest and then good-bye John, farewell
+everything, and the lid is off! I imagine that is some idea!"
+
+Fanny clasped her hands nervously. Hesitatingly she exclaimed:
+
+"Oh--I think it's splendid! But--what if they found out?"
+
+"What would it matter if they'd already made up?" he grinned.
+
+"But do you think it would be right?"
+
+"Oh, no!" he cried mockingly. "Certainly not! It would be a terrible
+crime to unite a husband and wife and fix up a broken home! To say
+nothing of giving me back my regular job at a hundred and fifty. Shall
+I?"
+
+Fanny wrung her hands with excitement. It certainly was a daring plan.
+
+"I--I'm scared," she stammered, unwilling to commit herself.
+
+"I'm not," he said boldly, "I'm never afraid of any game where I can't
+lose! And if it came through, you know what it would mean for us--good
+clothes, good food, money to spend and nothing to worry about except
+moving down to a Hundred and Twenty-fifth street! What do you say?"
+
+"I don't know--" she answered hesitatingly.
+
+"And then," he continued persuasively, "you must think of little
+Virgie. A baby makes a lot of difference--"
+
+"Indeed it does," she replied warmly. "I bet Virginia would never have
+left Robert if they had had a baby."
+
+"Shall I do it?" he asked tentatively.
+
+"I'm scared. I am--honest I am!"
+
+"Oh, go on! Be game!" he coaxed. "Besides, we have everything to win
+and nothing to lose and for a gamble you can't beat that!"
+
+"But, Jimmie--" she exclaimed fearfully.
+
+He paid no attention to her objections. All absorbed in his idea, he
+went on eagerly:
+
+"There's no time to lose. Virginia's likely to be back any minute now
+and if we're going to put it through, we must do it quick. Shall I?
+Shall I?"
+
+Fanny, flustered, was at a loss what to say.
+
+"Why do you put the responsibility on to me?" she exclaimed. "You're
+the one to decide. You're the head of the house."
+
+He grinned. The head of the house? Of course he was. Why hadn't he
+thought of it before? That being the case, he need consult no one but
+himself. Swelling up with self-importance, he exclaimed:
+
+"Sure I am. I'll do it!"
+
+Going into the hall, he quickly took the receiver off the telephone.
+
+"Jimmie!" exclaimed his wife excitedly.
+
+He stayed his hand and looked around.
+
+"What?" he asked.
+
+"I don't think you'd better," she gasped.
+
+He eyed her sternly. If she had always awed him before, it was
+different now. As the originator of an idea that was going to save
+them all, he held the whip hand.
+
+"See here," he exclaimed, "Who is head of this house?"
+
+"I don't think you'd better," she pleaded.
+
+Shaking his head, he paid no attention to her protests:
+
+"I'm going to just the same," he said firmly. "You've got nothing to
+say about it. I'm the head of this house." Taking off the receiver he
+spoke into the telephone.
+
+"Hello--hello! Give me River 2540. Is this River 2540? Is Mr. Stafford
+there? Please tell him that Mr. Gillie wishes to talk to him. Yes, his
+brother-in-law, Mr. Gillie! Is that you, Mr. Stafford? This is Jimmie!
+No, not James--just Jimmie! Virgie told me to 'phone and ask you to
+come for her. Yes--that's it--I guess she can't stand being separated
+from you any longer. All right--I'll tell her. Good-bye!"
+
+Hanging up the receiver he closed the door and exclaimed triumphantly:
+
+"It's done!"
+
+"Oh--I'm scared to death!" gasped Fanny.
+
+"I ain't," he grinned. Proudly he added: "After all, it takes a man to
+rise to the occasion."
+
+"But if it should turn out wrong?" persisted his wife.
+
+He shook his head incredulously as if such a thing were an utter
+impossibility. With a shrug of his shoulders he said:
+
+"It's done now and that's all there is to it. I'll bet that by this
+time Stafford is in his machine and dashing up here like mad. Suppose
+he should get here before Virginia?"
+
+"That would spoil everything!" exclaimed Fanny.
+
+"Not necessarily," he replied loftily, as if no problem was so
+difficult that he could not grapple with it. "I'd probably get some
+kind of an idea in time to save the situation. Leave everything to
+me."
+
+Fanny, lost in thought, said nothing, while her husband nervously
+paced the floor. Glancing at the clock, he exclaimed impatiently:
+
+"I wish she'd come. She ought to be here by now--"
+
+He stopped and listened, and then going out into the hall, opened the
+front door. No one was there and he came back into the room:
+
+"I thought I heard her key in the door," he said.
+
+"I'm so worried," exclaimed Fanny anxiously.
+
+"What about?" he demanded airily. "I did the 'phoning. If there's any
+worrying to be done, let Jimmie do it!"
+
+"I wish you hadn't," she said timidly.
+
+"But I have," he cried. "Great Scott, ain't that just like a woman!"
+Reassuringly he went on: "Now look here, Fanny, you leave this to me.
+When Virginia comes you make yourself scarce, get busy in the kitchen
+or something and I'll talk to her. You'll see that I--"
+
+As he spoke there was the metallic click of a key turning in the front
+door lock.
+
+"Holy Jupiter!" he exclaimed. "Here she is! Be careful what you say."
+Greeting his sister-in-law amiably he called out: "Hallo, Virgie,
+we're in here!"
+
+
+
+
+Chapter XXI
+
+
+Virginia came in tired and worn-looking. Her clothes were soaked
+through from the storm and in her hand she carried a dripping
+umbrella. She smiled wearily as she greeted the others:
+
+"Hello, Fanny! How's this for weather?" Holding out her umbrella to
+her brother-in-law she said: "Here, Jim, please take this."
+
+While he went to put the gingham in the bathtub, Fanny helped to make
+the newcomer comfortable. With concern, she exclaimed:
+
+"Poor darling--you're wet through. You'd better change everything."
+
+Virginia threw off her raincoat and dropped, exhausted, into a seat.
+
+"I'm too tired to do anything but sit down," she exclaimed wearily.
+
+"Was it a hard day?" inquired her sister as she brought a pair of
+comfortable slippers to be exchanged for the wet shoes.
+
+"Very," replied Virginia with a sigh of relief. "There are some days
+when everything goes wrong. This was one of them. People were cranky
+and exacting--there was a terrific rush. I scarcely had time to lunch
+and tonight the cars were so crowded that I had to stand all the way."
+
+Jimmie, re-entering from the bedroom, caught the last few words.
+Anxious in furtherance of his plans to improve every opportunity of
+ingratiating himself in his sister-in-law's good graces he exclaimed
+apologetically:
+
+"That's tough! Was the same fellow on the car?"
+
+She nodded, while Fanny went to see how things were getting on in the
+kitchen.
+
+"Yes," she said listlessly.
+
+"And going downtown?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Did he speak to you?"
+
+"Of course not!" she exclaimed indignantly.
+
+"Well, if he does or if he gets fresh at all," said her brother-in-law
+with a fierce gesture, "you tell me and I'll punch his head!"
+
+"He won't," she smiled.
+
+"He'd better not."
+
+At that moment Fanny re-entered from the kitchen. Cheerfully she
+exclaimed:
+
+"Dinner's all ready to put on, but I'll get you a cup of tea first!"
+Pointing to the wet rubbers, she made a significant gesture to her
+husband. "Jimmie!"
+
+Docilely he picked up the rubbers and proceeded as before in the
+direction of the bathroom. Virginia looked at her sister gratefully.
+
+"You're very good to me."
+
+"Don't be silly!" exclaimed Fanny, as she busied Herself setting the
+table.
+
+Virginia smiled.
+
+"You're the best sister in the world!" she murmured.
+
+"No, I'm not, you are!" Cheerily, as her husband reappeared, she
+added:
+
+"Now you sit still and talk to Jim while I get the tea ready."
+
+She went out and the clerk carelessly took a chair. This was his
+opportunity. He could hardly hope for a better one. After a brief
+pause he said sympathetically:
+
+"You're not looking well, Virginia. These last three months have told
+on you."
+
+The young woman nodded. With a weary sigh she replied:
+
+"Yes--I know it."
+
+Thus encouraged, he continued:
+
+"I guess you don't like it any better than we do."
+
+"Like it!" she exclaimed. "Like working under tremendous pressure from
+morning till night in a public hotel corridor at the beck and call of
+the first comer, exposed to all kinds of insult and indignity? Like to
+have two dollars a week pocket money out of which I must pay my
+carfare and buy whatever I need? Like to come home every night so
+tired I can scarcely walk and with my head aching till I can hardly
+see? Like it! Like it, indeed!"
+
+Quietly he replied:
+
+"Then why don't you quit It? Why don't you go back to your husband?"
+
+Virginia started. In spite of herself, her face changed color.
+Abruptly she said:
+
+"I've asked you not to--"
+
+"I know you have, but tonight I'm going to talk sense to you if I
+never do it again."
+
+She held out a hand in protest.
+
+"Jimmie--I--"
+
+"Yes, I am," he interrupted. "I hate to see you going on like this.
+You've been away from Stafford for less than three months and, on the
+level, you look five years older. Why don't you go back to him?"
+
+"I've told you why--it's a matter of principle. You wouldn't have me
+give up my principles, would you?"
+
+He shrugged his shoulders as he replied dryly:
+
+"I don't know about yours, but I can tell you this about mine--if
+hanging on to 'em meant hard work, tired bones and an empty pocket
+while giving 'em up meant a fine house, a bully time and all the money
+I could spend, then I'd kiss my principles good-bye and pass 'em up
+without a quiver! That's common sense."
+
+She turned her head away.
+
+"We don't see things the same way," she said quietly.
+
+He rose from the chair and began to pace the floor in silence. Then,
+turning on her suddenly he said:
+
+"I never understood why you quit him anyway. Tell me, did he punch
+you?"
+
+"Certainly not!" she exclaimed indignantly.
+
+"Was he mixed up with another woman?"
+
+"Another woman! Robert? The idea!!"
+
+"Well, if it wasn't one of them, in heaven's name what was it?"
+
+"You wouldn't understand," she replied simply.
+
+He stopped short in front of her and folded his arms. With as severe
+an air as he could muster he said sternly:
+
+"Perhaps not, but here's something I can understand. Why did I quit my
+job? Because of you. Who has brought us down to this? You! Who makes
+Fanny work harder than any hired girl in the city? You! Who has ruined
+my career? You! You and your selfishness!"
+
+Taken aback by the suddenness of his denunciation, Virginia stared at
+him in surprise, as if not comprehending.
+
+"My selfishness?" she stammered.
+
+"Just that!" he sneered. With pretended indignation he went on: "And
+the things you were going to do for little Virgie! She was going to
+have a governess; she was going to learn music and painting when she
+grew up; she was going to have a horse. A horse! Ha! ha! The only
+horse she'll ever have will be a clothes-horse!!"
+
+Hurt in her most sensitive nature, Virginia listened to his words,
+each one of which fell on her with the weight of a blow.
+
+"Please, Jimmie, please!" she cried.
+
+But he had no pity; he was ready to inflict any suffering so long as
+it did not hurt himself and it accomplished his object.
+
+"Yes," he went on, "and she'll have to do the same as Fanny does,
+break her back washing the things to put over it! And why? Because you
+think more of your 'principles' than you do of your relations. Because
+you think only of yourself. Because you're selfish. That's why!"
+
+Almost in tears, Virginia put out her hand, pleading to him to desist.
+
+"Stop, please!" she cried. "Don't you see how nervous and tired I am?"
+
+At that instant Fanny re-entered with the tea things, in time to hear
+her sister's cry of distress. Turning indignantly to her husband, she
+said:
+
+"You behave yourself! What have you been saying to her, anyway?"
+
+He shrugged his shoulders as he replied carelessly:
+
+"I've been telling her things for her own good." Almost viciously he
+added: "And I'm going to keep on telling her."
+
+Virginia rose, her face flushed. With some spirit she cried:
+
+"No--you're not!"
+
+"Who's going to stop me?" he demanded.
+
+"I am," she said firmly. "I'm doing what I think is right and you're
+not going to bully me into doing what I think is wrong. If you ever
+mention my going back to my husband again, I'll--I'll--"
+
+"I suppose you'll leave us as well?" he said sarcastically.
+
+Fanny, meantime, was making frantic signs to her husband to desist.
+Angrily she exclaimed:
+
+"Jimmie--will you stop?"
+
+She was about to put her hand over her husband's mouth to silence him
+when Virginia interfered. In a resigned tone, she said weakly:
+
+"Let him talk. No, I couldn't leave you. I've got to have some one to
+love. And you know I love you, don't you?"
+
+"I should say so," exclaimed Fanny, embracing her.
+
+Taking her sister's hand Virginia turned towards her brother-in-law.
+The look of anger and defiance had died out of her face. In its place
+was a peaceful expression of patient resignation. Gently she said:
+
+"And I love the baby--dearly! Yes, and you as well, Jimmie! Oh, you
+don't know how hard this has been for me! You see, I've not only had
+my own sorrows and troubles--and they've been quite enough for any
+woman--"
+
+Fanny tenderly embraced her sister. Placing a cup of tea in front of
+her she said soothingly:
+
+"Never mind, dearie--everything will come out all right."
+
+Virginia shook her head. Mournfully she said:
+
+"But I've had yours as well--to know Jimmie lost his position because
+of me. To have you come down in the world like this--because of me; to
+know Jimmie is just where he started! To see you--breaking your
+back--at the washing--"
+
+Standing over her, Fanny stroked her hair, trying to reassure her.
+Cheerily she said:
+
+"Don't you worry about me. I'm all right."
+
+"It's been dreadfully hard," went on Virginia tearfully. "At times
+I've felt that I just couldn't bear it--that I should--have--to go
+back, because, after all, I'm only human! And I may have to go back
+yet--I may--" She stopped abruptly and threw back her head. With
+spirit she exclaimed: "No, I won't go back. I won't!" Then, her tone
+changing again, she said pleadingly: "But please don't talk about it
+any more. I'm so tired!"
+
+She sank listlessly into a chair at the table. Jimmie, judging the
+moment favorable to renew the attack, opened his mouth as if to speak,
+but before he could utter a word Fanny silenced him.
+
+"Oh, shut up!" she exclaimed, more forcibly than elegantly.
+
+"I didn't say anything," he protested.
+
+"No, but you were going to!" she retorted. Turning to Virginia and
+pushing the tea-cup before her, she said coaxingly:
+
+"Take your tea, dear, before it gets cold."
+
+Jimmie was repulsed, but not beaten. The prize was too important to
+permit of his accepting defeat so easily. Rising from his seat, he
+said in a more conciliatory tone:
+
+"I was only going to say--suppose he was to send for her--or come for
+her?"
+
+Virginia looked up with an expression of mingled surprise and alarm.
+Almost anxiously she exclaimed:
+
+"Robert--come for me! There isn't the slightest chance in the world."
+
+The clerk grinned knowingly. With the self-important air of a man who
+enjoys the confidence of others, he said significantly:
+
+"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."
+
+"Why what do you know about it?" demanded Fanny in pretended surprise.
+
+"He's crazy in love with her--that's what I know," he said.
+
+Virginia shook her head despondently.
+
+"Not enough to come for me," she said. "He said he would never do
+it--and he never will. That's the kind of man he is."
+
+"Per--perhaps" suggested Fanny, "just perhaps--he might."
+
+"No," murmured Virginia, "you don't know him as well as I. Once he
+makes up his mind, no one can induce him to change it."
+
+"But if he should," persisted Jimmie craftily, taking a seat near her
+and adopting a cordial, sympathetic tone.
+
+"He won't," replied Virginia sadly. "We'll have to go along just as we
+are! And we might be much worse off, don't forget that. Even as it is,
+we're getting twenty dollars a week between us. I'm getting seven and
+Jimmie's getting thirteen--"
+
+"I _was_ getting thirteen," interrupted Jimmie ruefully.
+
+Virginia looked at him.
+
+"They've raised you?" she asked quickly.
+
+"No. They've fired me."
+
+"Discharged?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Do you mean to say you have lost your job?"
+
+"Of course I have. How could you expect me to keep it? Do you think I
+could work under a man getting thirty dollars a week--me, who used to
+get a hundred and fifty?"
+
+"Fired!" echoed Fanny, turning pale. "Why--what's the matter?"
+
+Jimmie assumed an injured air. With nonchalance he explained:
+
+"Oh, I could see that lots of things were wrong with the system. When
+I went to give the manager of the department the benefit of my advice
+and wide experience, instead of taking it and being thankful for it,
+he fired me--fired me cold. The bonehead!"
+
+Virginia stared at him in dismay.
+
+"But what are we going to do now?" she cried.
+
+Fanny had collapsed on to a chair, the picture of utter
+discouragement. Weakly she repeated after her sister:
+
+"Yes, what are we going to do now?"
+
+"Don't worry," smiled the young man confidently. "Everything's going
+to be all right."
+
+"But if it shouldn't?" argued his wife.
+
+"It will," he retorted. With a significant glance towards his
+sister-in-law, he added: "You know about my new idea!"
+
+Fanny gave a snort of scornful incredulity.
+
+"Oh, you and your ideas!"
+
+He shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. What was the good of arguing
+with a bunch of women? That was just how his ideas had always been
+laughed at, and that was why he had never been able to do anything
+with them. Angrily he exclaimed:
+
+"I know what you think about 'em. Gee, but ain't you women the
+comforting lot!"
+
+With this parting shot he turned on his heel and disappeared into the
+kitchen. Virginia, afraid that she was the cause of this little
+domestic storm, said apologetically:
+
+"I'm sorry you quarrelled. Don't blame him too much, though. Things
+are rather hard for him."
+
+"For him?" echoed Fanny in surprise. "What about you?"
+
+"Oh, I'll manage," replied her sister quietly.
+
+"He had no right to lose that job," said Fanny angrily.
+
+"He'll soon find another," said Virginia encouragingly. "Till he does
+we'll get along some way. We've shared the good times together and
+we'll take the hard ones the same way."
+
+"My, but you are a thoroughbred!" exclaimed her sister admiringly. "If
+any girl ever deserved to be happy, you're the one."
+
+"The same to you and many of them," laughed Virginia.
+
+At that moment the front doorbell rang. Fanny half rose to go and
+open, but sat down again.
+
+"Oh, it's only the postman. Jimmie will go."
+
+Taking both her sister's hands in hers and bending over, Fanny
+embraced her sister affectionately. Soothingly she said:
+
+"Things ought to turn for you pretty soon, dear. I hope that they
+will. How I hope they do!"
+
+As she spoke the front doorbell rang again, this time more loudly.
+Fanny started to her feet.
+
+"I thought Jimmie was there. He must have gone out."
+
+"I wonder who it is?" murmured Virginia.
+
+"I'll go and see," said Fanny. "I hope it isn't company. Our next door
+neighbors have been threatening to call for some time."
+
+In no humor to be bothered by visitors, Virginia rose hastily.
+
+"I don't want to see anyone," she said. "I'll go and lie down."
+
+As her sister went toward the door, Virginia made a quick escape into
+the bedroom.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII
+
+
+When the telephone message had come, telling him that his wife wished
+to see him, Stafford had been instantly raised from the depths of
+gloomy despondency, to dizzy heights of hope and joy. A mere sound
+wave vibrating along a copper wire had made him the happiest and most
+amazed man in New York.
+
+He had come home particularly out of sorts that evening and instead of
+dining at his club as usual, had told Oku to prepare a meal. Since
+Virginia's departure he had seldom had the courage to dine at home.
+The large dining room with the big table set for himself alone only
+served to remind him the more keenly of his loss. Especially empty and
+cheerless they looked that day and his mind was obsessed by thoughts
+of the absent one when suddenly the loud ringing of the telephone bell
+had aroused his reveries. He picked up the receiver thinking it was
+Hadley calling him or possibly someone in his office, when to his
+amazement he heard the voice of Jimmie Gillie.
+
+A thrill ran through him as he listened. At last she had sent for him.
+His life was not to be irretrievably blasted, after all. Virginia was
+ready to forgive him and to come home again. He could scarcely believe
+his ears and in his joy he was ready to embrace the polished surface
+of the telephone. A reconciliation was possible without the sacrifice
+of his self-respect. He did not stop to analyze her motives or to
+question the authenticity of the summons. It was enough that her
+sister's husband said she wanted to see him. Then, suddenly, an idea
+occurred to him, which sent the blood from his face. He felt hot and
+cold in turns. Suppose she were ill, dying and they had sent for him
+because she was on her death-bed. He would not delay a moment.
+
+Touching a few electric bells, he set Oku and other servants running
+with hurry orders that galvanized new life into the sleepy household,
+and half an hour later he was in his motor car, speeding in the
+direction of Harlem.
+
+At the first sound of the bell, instinct had told Fanny who it was.
+She had delayed answering in order not to unduly alarm Virginia, and
+for a few moments she was at a loss what to do. Jimmie had hastily but
+discreetly disappeared, preferring to let his wife now play her role
+in the little comedy intended to bring Robert and Virginia together,
+but it was by no means an easy part to play and it was only when she
+knew that the millionaire was standing outside waiting for admittance
+that she quite realized how difficult was her task. There was no
+telling how the plan would work. A lie had been told, even if it was a
+lie in a good cause. If Stafford found out that he had been imposed
+upon, it might make matters worse, and as to Virginia she would
+certainly never forgive them.
+
+It was not, therefore, without misgivings that Fanny opened the door
+and with a cordial smile on her anxious face bade Robert Stafford
+welcome.
+
+He greeted his sister-in-law in his usual hearty manner, as if nothing
+had occurred to interrupt their intimacy and friendship. But it was
+easy to see that his thoughts were on one person only. Directly he
+came in, his eyes wandered round the apartment in search of her and he
+seemed to be listening intently as if for the sound of her voice.
+Standing still and questioning Fanny with an anxious look he asked in
+a low tone:
+
+"Where is she?"
+
+"Gone to her room, probably."
+
+"You're sure she's not ill?" he demanded anxiously.
+
+"Quite sure," smiled Fanny.
+
+"That's the truth, is it?"
+
+"Of course it is. She--she's a little tired, that's all."
+
+He gave a deep sigh of relief and taking off his greatcoat, threw it
+together with his chauffeur's cap on the sofa.
+
+"Thank God it's only that!" he exclaimed. "Jimmie said there was
+nothing the matter with her, but all the time I was coming up here I
+was thinking that perhaps suddenly she--" Pausing abruptly he said:
+"Tell her, please."
+
+Without a word or attempting to enter into any explanations which,
+under cross-examination, might become embarrassing, Fanny went to
+Virginia's room and knocked at the door.
+
+"It's someone to see you, Virgie!" she called out.
+
+"To see me?" echoed Virginia in a surprised tone.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Very well, I'll be there in just a minute."
+
+Approaching her big brother-in-law Fanny gently laid her hand on his
+arm. There was nothing to be said. Each understood the other.
+
+"Be very kind to her," she said pleadingly.
+
+"Don't worry," he smiled.
+
+"She's had a hard time."
+
+"So have I," he replied with some emotion.
+
+Fanny turned away and without another word left the room. For a few
+moments that seemed like years, Stafford remained alone, his eyes
+fixed on the door through which would presently pass the one woman in
+the whole world. It seemed like an age before she appeared. Would she
+never come? Then, all at once, the door opened and Virginia appeared
+on the threshold. On seeing who the visitor was, she stood like one
+spellbound. The blood went from her cheeks, leaving her deathly pale.
+She made a step forward, but stumbled and nearly fell. He darted
+forward and caught her in his strong arms.
+
+"Darling!" he whispered.
+
+Her head rested on his shoulder as it had done that first time the day
+at his apartment on Riverside Drive when he asked her to be his wife.
+Her pale, weary face was turned upwards, her tired eyes looking
+wonderingly into his. Her lips were within his reach, but he resisted
+the temptation. It was enough to feel that once more she was safe
+within his arms. Slowly she murmured:
+
+"Robert! You did come! You did!"
+
+"Of course I did," he said soothingly, as he stroked her hair
+caressingly.
+
+"I'm so happy, dear," she murmured.
+
+"You're not a bit happier than I am," he said, trying to keep back the
+tears that were fast filling his own eyes.
+
+"And you came for me!"
+
+"Of course, dear. Did you think I wouldn't?"
+
+"Yes, because I thought I knew you and understood you. But I didn't. I
+knew you were fine and big, but you are finer and bigger than ever I
+imagined and I adore you for it! Oh, my darling, you came for me!"
+
+He listened, bewildered, not understanding. Gently he said:
+
+"But, dear--I--don't--"
+
+She motioned him to a seat.
+
+"Sit down, sweetheart, and let me sit on your knee, just as I used
+to."
+
+"Yes, darling--just as we used to."
+
+He took off his coat, threw it on the sofa and sat on a chair in front
+of the table. Virginia, with a cry of delight, jumped on his knee and
+threw her arm around his neck.
+
+"Let me snuggle up to you in the way I love," she cried. "Hold me
+close--very, very close--and don't say a word--not even one."
+
+Too happy to ask questions, he held her tight in his arms. In a low
+voice she murmured:
+
+"I'm so tired, dear. I'm so tired--"
+
+Fondly, tenderly, he caressed her.
+
+"My poor little girl! Come, dear, the machine is outside. We'll go
+home at once."
+
+"Not yet--please--I'm too happy. And it's you. It's really, really
+you."
+
+"It really is," he smiled.
+
+"Yes," she went on, "I've hoped and longed and prayed that you would
+come for me, but I didn't think you would. I imagined that your pride
+wouldn't let you."
+
+"My pride?" he echoed, perplexed.
+
+"Yes. You said you wouldn't come unless I sent for you."
+
+Stafford started and stared fixedly at her.
+
+"Virginia!" he exclaimed.
+
+He was about to demand explanations when she interrupted him.
+
+"I'm not reproaching you, dear. I mention it because it makes your
+coming all the bigger and finer!" Rising she added; "I'm the happiest
+girl in all the world. You came for me. Nothing else matters--"
+
+Stafford listened to her in amazement. It was very clear. She had not
+sent for him after all. There had been some misunderstanding. Yet what
+of it? He had found her, he had clasped her once more to his breast.
+That was all he cared about. Not for anything in the world would he
+lose her again. He said nothing, gazing fondly into her dear tired
+face as she went on:
+
+"If you hadn't come, I should probably have had to come to you! And
+that would have robbed me of everything I've been fighting for. But
+now I shall know that I didn't have to do what I knew to be wrong, and
+it makes me so happy, dear! So happy! So very, very happy!"
+
+Sobbing she fell on her knees beside him and covered her face with her
+hands. For a moment or so he made no answer, but continued to caress
+her in silence. Then, slowly, he said:
+
+"Of course I came for you! If I had known all that it meant to you I
+should have come long ago--"
+
+She looked up at him eagerly.
+
+"Then you did miss me?"
+
+He nodded.
+
+"I can't tell you how lonely I was. You had Fanny and Jimmie and the
+baby, but I had no one. As I sat alone in the house--the bigness of
+which seemed to make it all the lonelier--I thought of you, and your
+goodness, and sweetness and there I fought things out--I fought them
+out, and now I can make you any promise that you ask."
+
+"But I don't ask any," she smiled.
+
+"I give it to you just the same. I shall never, forgive myself either
+for letting you go. But I'll make it all up to you now. Ask for
+anything you please and you shall have it--to-morrow we'll go to
+Tiffany's and--"
+
+Quickly she put her hand over his mouth.
+
+"Don't dear, don't!" she cried. "I don't want you to buy things for
+me--I just want you to love me, dear! To love me! Love me! Love me!"
+
+He smiled as he clasped her closer."
+
+"No matter how hard I tried I couldn't help loving you."
+
+"That's all I want," she murmured.
+
+Her face was turned upwards and he bent down and kissed her. They were
+still in each others' embrace when the door opened slowly and Jimmie
+cautiously put his head in. He grinned when he saw the good results
+that had come of his work.
+
+"May I come in?" he asked comically.
+
+"Yes and go out again--that way," laughed Stafford good-humoredly.
+Pointing to the front door he added: "Tell Oku to bring the things out
+of the machine."
+
+"You're on," grinned the clerk.
+
+"And keep your mouth shut," said Stafford in a low tone.
+
+"Tight as a clam!" grinned Jimmie.
+
+As the millionaire turned to Virginia the young man again interrupted
+them.
+
+"There's just one thing more," he said.
+
+"What?"
+
+"When do I go back to work?"
+
+"Tomorrow," laughed Stafford.
+
+"What salary?"
+
+"What salary were you getting?"
+
+"Well--one hundred and fifty a week."
+
+"You were," laughed his employer, "for about fifteen minutes!
+Well--one hundred and fifty goes."
+
+Jimmie nodded with satisfaction and went towards the door. Before he
+reached it he again turned round:
+
+"And do we get the auto?"
+
+"You do," laughed Stafford.
+
+"Fine!" grinned Jimmie.
+
+He disappeared and Stafford turned to Virginia.
+
+"He's still the same old Jimmie!"
+
+"And you're still the same generous Robert!"
+
+He smiled indulgently at her as he said:
+
+"I shall never miss what Jimmie gets."
+
+"And it means so much to them," murmured Virginia.
+
+"I'm glad it does. I'm glad I can make them happy for your--"
+
+Before he could complete the sentence, Jimmie reappeared.
+
+"Oku's coming," he grinned.
+
+"You didn't get wet?" laughed Virginia.
+
+"Not while I have my voice. I stood at the door and shouted to him.
+Here he is now."
+
+The door was pushed open and the Japanese butler entered carrying a
+fur coat which he gave to his master. The millionaire turned to him.
+
+"Oku, Mrs. Stafford has finished her visit to her sister and is coming
+home."
+
+"How are you, Oku?" smiled Virginia.
+
+The butler made a low salaam.
+
+"I am big obliged. Anything else, sir?"
+
+"Tell the chauffeur we're coming right out."
+
+"Anything else?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then excuse, please! Excuse! Oh, I am big obliged."
+
+The butler went out and Stafford hurriedly held up his wife's coat.
+
+"Here it is," he smiled.
+
+At that instant Fanny opened the door and cautiously peeped in.
+Jimmie, seeing her, called out:
+
+"Come in. It's all right."
+
+She entered, looking timidly at her brother-in-law. Apprehensively,
+she said to Virginia:
+
+"Is it?"
+
+Going up to her sister, Virginia threw her arms around her neck.
+
+"Yes--and I'm so happy!"
+
+"So am I," laughed Fanny almost hysterically. "One of Jimmie's ideas
+has turned out right at last."
+
+"One of his ideas?" echoed Virginia puzzled.
+
+"Yes--about you and Robert," said Fanny, ignoring her husband's dumb
+signals to keep silent.
+
+"Shut up!" he whispered fiercely.
+
+"Didn't she know?" demanded Fanny.
+
+The clerk made a gesture of disgust.
+
+"Know what?" asked Virginia in surprise.
+
+"Why--why--"
+
+"What didn't I know?" insisted Virginia. "What is it about you and
+me--" She looked to her husband for an explanation, but he was silent.
+Anxiously she said: "Robert, tell me! Tell me!"
+
+Stafford went up to her. Tenderly he replied:
+
+"I will. It probably would have come up some time and perhaps it's
+best that it has come up now. Listen, dear!"
+
+"Yes?"
+
+"Don't you think it would be best to start afresh without there being
+even a chance for a misunderstanding between us--start on a basis of
+absolute truth?"
+
+"Certainly! Aren't we starting that way?"
+
+Stafford shook his head as he replied gravely:
+
+"No, dear."
+
+Startled, she recoiled and looked at him in dismay.
+
+"Robert!" she exclaimed.
+
+"There's nothing to be alarmed about," he went on soothingly.
+"Everything is all right."
+
+"Tell me," she insisted firmly.
+
+"Well, dear, now please, please don't be worried about it--when I came
+I thought you had sent for me."
+
+She looked at him as if bewildered. Unable to comprehend she cried
+wildly:
+
+"You thought I--Then everything is wrong! Everything!"
+
+"No, dear," he replied firmly, "everything is right. You were fighting
+for a principle. Have you surrendered it?"
+
+"No," she stammered, bewildered.
+
+"You asked for a promise. I gave it and now I repeat it, so that is
+settled, isn't it?"
+
+"Yes," she faltered.
+
+"You said you wouldn't send for me and you haven't. Have you?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then don't you see, dear, all along the line you won the victory?"
+
+Jimmie, no longer able to contain himself, gave vent to a loud
+chuckle. Delighted at this successful outcome of his scheming, he
+cried gleefully:
+
+"It's more than a victory! It's a landslide!"
+
+Virginia remained silent. She was trying to understand. It was all a
+mystery. Yet why let it trouble her further? All she knew was that her
+husband had come for her and that her days of suffering were at an
+end. What mattered whose the victory so long as her tears were dried
+and they were reunited? Looking gratefully up at her husband she said
+gravely:
+
+"You thought the victory was yours, but when you found me claiming it
+and realized what it meant to me, you hand it to me without a word.
+That was a big thing to do!"
+
+"What does anything matter?" he said eagerly. "I love you, you love me
+and we are together again. That's everything, isn't it?"
+
+"Yes, dear, that's everything," she answered, looking up at him fondly
+and proudly. "We can go."
+
+"Let's hurry then," he said quickly, as if still afraid that his
+new-found bride might change her mind.
+
+"Quick, Jimmie--get Virginia's rubbers!" cried Fanny.
+
+"Sure," he said, disappearing on the run.
+
+Stafford handed the automobile veil to his sister-in-law.
+
+"You can fix this better than I," he smiled.
+
+While Fanny was adjusting the veil, Jimmie re-entered with the rubbers
+and put them on.
+
+Stafford picked up the fur coat.
+
+"Now for the coat," he said. Putting his hand in his waistcoat pocket,
+he added with a significant smile:
+
+"By the way, I've something else for you. It's from Tiffany's."
+
+Virginia made a gesture of protest.
+
+"Oh, Robert, didn't I tell you that--"
+
+"Wait! Wait!" he laughed. "You don't know what it is!"
+
+Taking from his pocket the wedding ring which three months before she
+had returned to him, he held it up and solemnly replaced it on her
+finger.
+
+"With eternal love," he said gravely.
+
+Taking her gently in his arms, he kissed her.
+
+
+THE END.
+
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