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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Law-Breakers and Other Stories + +Author: Robert Grant + + +Release Date: March, 2005 [EBook #7763] +This file was first posted on May 14, 2003 +Last Updated: November 7, 2016 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LAW-BREAKERS AND OTHER STORIES *** + + + + +Text file produced by Charles Franks, Eric Eldred, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE LAW-BREAKERS AND OTHER STORIES + </h1> + <h3> + <i>The American Short Story Series</i> + </h3> + <h4> + Volume 58 + </h4> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Robert Grant + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> THE LAW-BREAKERS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> II </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> AGAINST HIS JUDGMENT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> THE ROMANCE OF A SOUL </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> AN EXCHANGE OF COURTESIES </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> II </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> ACROSS THE WAY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> A SURRENDER </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE LAW-BREAKERS + </h2> + <h3> + I + </h3> + <p> + George Colfax was in an outraged frame of mind, and properly so. + Politically speaking, George was what might be called, for lack of a + better term, a passive reformer. That is, he read religiously the New York + <i>Nation</i>, was totally opposed to the spoils system of party rewards, + and was ostensibly as right-minded a citizen as one would expect to find + in a Sabbath day’s journey. He subscribed one dollar a year to the + civil-service reform journal, and invariably voted on Election Day for the + best men, cutting out in advance the names of the candidates favored by + the Law and Order League of his native city, and carrying them to the + polls in order to jog his memory. He could talk knowingly, too, by the + card, of the degeneracy of the public men of the nation, and had at his + finger-ends inside information as to the manner in which President This or + Congressman That had sacrificed the ideals of a vigorous manhood to the + brass idol known as a second term. In fact, there was scarcely a prominent + political personage in the country for whom George had a good word in + every-day conversation. And when the talk was of municipal politics he + shook his head with a profundity of gloom which argued an utterly hopeless + condition of affairs—a sort of social bottomless pit. + </p> + <p> + And yet George was practically passive. He voted right, but, beyond his + yearly contribution of one dollar, he did nothing else but cavil and + deplore. He inveighed against the low standards of the masses, and went on + his way sadly, making all the money he could at his private calling, and + keeping his hands clean from the slime of the political slough. He was a + censor and a gentleman; a well-set-up, agreeable, quick-witted fellow, + whom his men companions liked, whom women termed interesting. He was apt + to impress the latter as earnest and at the same time fascinating—an + alluring combination to the sex which always likes a moral frame for its + fancies. + </p> + <p> + It was to a woman that George was unbosoming his distress on this + particular occasion, and, as has been already indicated, his indignation + and disgust were entirely justified. Her name was Miss Mary Wellington, + and she was the girl whom he wished with all his heart to marry. It was no + hasty conclusion on his part. He knew her, as he might have said, like a + book, from the first page to the last, for he had met her constantly at + dances and dinners ever since she “came out” seven years before, and he + was well aware that her physical charms were supplemented by a + sympathetic, lively, and independent spirit. One mark of her independence—the + least satisfactory to him—was that she had refused him a week + before; or, more accurately speaking, the matter had been left in this + way: she had rejected him for the time being in order to think his offer + over. Meanwhile he had decided to go abroad for sixty days—a shrewd + device on his part to cause her to miss him—and here he was come to + pay his adieus, but bubbling over at the same time with what he called the + latest piece of disregard for public decency on the part of the free-born + voter. + </p> + <p> + “Just think of it. The fellow impersonated one of his heelers, took the + civil-service examination in the heeler’s name, and got the position for + him. He was spotted, tried before a jury who found him guilty, and was + sentenced to six months in jail. The day he was discharged, an admiring + crowd of his constituents escorted him from prison with a brass band and + tendered him a banquet. Yesterday he was chosen an alderman by the ballots + of the people of this city. A self-convicted falsifier and cheat! A man + who snaps his fingers in the face of the laws of the country! Isn’t that a + commentary on the workings of universal suffrage?” This was a caustic + summing up on George’s part of the story he had already told Miss + Wellington piecemeal, and he looked at her as much as to ask if his + dejection were not amply justified. + </p> + <p> + “It’s a humiliating performance certainly,” she said. “I don’t wonder you + are exercised about it. Are there no extenuating circumstances?” Miss + Wellington appeared duly shocked; yet, being a woman of an alert and + cheery disposition, she reached out instinctively for some palliative + before accepting the affair in all its stark offensiveness. + </p> + <p> + “None which count—none which should weigh for a moment with any one + with patriotic impulses,” he answered. “The plea is that the people down + there—Jim Daly’s constituents—have no sympathy with the + civil-service examination for public office, and so they think it was + rather smart of him than otherwise to get the better of the law. In other + words, that it’s all right to break a law if one doesn’t happen to fancy + it. A nation which nurses that point of view is certain to come to grief.” + </p> + <p> + Mary nodded gravely. “It’s a dangerous creed—dangerous, and a little + specious, too. And can nothing be done about it? About Daly, I mean?” + </p> + <p> + “No. He’s an alderman-elect, and the hero of his district. A wide-awake, + square-dealing young man with no vices, as I heard one of his admirers + declare. By the time I return from my trip to the Mediterranean I expect + they will be booming him for Congress.” + </p> + <p> + Looking at the matter soberly, Mary Wellington perceived that Jim Daly’s + performance was a disreputable piece of business, which merited the + censure of all decent citizens. Having reached this conclusion, she + dismissed George Colfax on his travels with a sense of satisfaction that + he viewed the affair with such abhorrence. For, much as she liked George, + her hesitation to become his wife and renounce the bachelor-girl career to + which, since her last birthday—her twenty-fifth—she had felt + herself committed, was a sort of indefinable suspicion as to the real + integrity of his standards. He was an excellent talker, of course; his + ideals of public life and private ethics, as expressed in drawing-rooms, + or during pleasant dialogues when they were alone together, were + exemplary. But every now and then, while he discoursed picturesquely of + the evils of the age and the obligations of citizenship, it would occur to + her to wonder how consistent he would be in case his principles should + happen to clash with his predilections. How would he behave in a tight + place? He was a fashionable young man with the tastes of his class, and + she thought she had detected in him once or twice a touch of that + complacent egotism which is liable to make fish of one foible and flesh of + another, as the saying is, to suit convention. In short, were his moral + perceptions genuinely delicate? + </p> + <p> + However, she liked him so well that she was anxious to believe her + questionings groundless. Accordingly, his protestations of repugnance at + Jim Daly’s conduct were reassuring. For though they were merely words, his + denunciation appeared heartfelt and to savor of clean and nice + appreciation of the distinction between truth and falsehood. Indeed, she + was half-inclined to call him back to tell him that she had changed her + mind and was ready to take him for better or for worse. But she let him + go, saying to herself that she could live without him perfectly well for + the next sixty days, and that the voyage would do him good. Were she to + become his wife, it would be necessary to give up the Settlement work in + which she had become deeply interested as the result of her activities as + a bachelor-girl. She must be certain that he was all she believed him to + be before she admitted that she loved him and burned her philanthropical + bridges. + </p> + <p> + Returning to her quarters in the heart of the city, Mary Wellington became + so absorbed in her work of bringing cheer and relief to the ignorant and + needy that she almost forgot George Colfax. Yet once in a while it would + occur to her that it would be very pleasant if he should drop in for a cup + of tea, and she would wonder what he was doing. Did she, perchance, at the + same time exert herself with an ardor born of an acknowledged inkling that + these might be the last months of her service? However that may have been, + she certainly was very busy, and responded eagerly to every call upon her + sympathy. + </p> + <p> + Among the cases of distress brought to her attention which interested her + most was that of two children whose mother had just died. Their father was + a drinking man—a reeling sot who had neglected his family for years. + His wife, proud in her destitution, had worked her fingers to the bone to + maintain a tenement-roof over the heads of their two little boys and to + send them neat and properly nourished to school. This labor of love had + been too much for her strength, and finally she had fallen a victim to + consumption. This was shortly after her necessities had become known to + the Settlement to which Mary Wellington belonged. The dying mother + besought her visitor to keep watch over her boys, which Mary promised + faithfully to do. + </p> + <p> + The waifs, Joe and Frank, were two bright-eyed youngsters of eleven and + nine. They stood so well in their classes at school that Mary resolved + that their attendance should not be interrupted during the interval while + a new home was being found for them. She accompanied them to the + school-house, on the morning after the funeral, in order to explain the + situation to their teacher and evince her personal interest. Miss Burke + was a pretty girl two or three years younger than herself. She looked + capable and attractive; a little coquettish, too, for her smile was arch, + and her pompadour had that fluffy fulness which girls who like to be + admired nowadays are too apt to affect. She was just the sort of girl whom + a man might fall desperately in love with, and it occurred to Mary, as + they conversed, that it was not likely she would remain a public-school + teacher long. + </p> + <p> + Miss Burke evidently knew the art of ingratiating herself with her pupils. + Joe and Frank smiled bashfully, but contentedly, under her sympathetic, + sunny welcome. The two young women exchanged a few words, the sequel of + which was that Mary Wellington accepted the invitation to remain and + observe how the youthful mind was inoculated with the rudiments of + knowledge by the honeyed processes of the modern school system. While the + teacher stepped to the blackboard to write some examples before the bell + should ring, Joe, the elder of the two orphans, utilized the occasion to + remark in a low voice intended for Mary’s ear: + </p> + <p> + “She’s Jim Daly’s mash.” + </p> + <p> + Mary, who failed on the instant to grasp the meaning of this piece of + eloquent information, invited the urchin to repeat it, which he did with + the sly unction of one proud of his secret. Mary laughed to herself. Some + girls would have repressed the youthful gossip, but she was human. + Somehow, too, the name sounded familiar. + </p> + <p> + “Who’s Jim Daly, Joe?” + </p> + <p> + “He’s the boss of the Ninth Ward.” + </p> + <p> + “The Daly who has just been elected alderman?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, ma’am.” + </p> + <p> + Then Mary understood. “Really, Joe!” she said in the stage whisper + necessary to the situation. + </p> + <p> + “Maybe she’s going to be married after Easter,” the guileless prattler + continued, to make his confidence complete. + </p> + <p> + “Then you and Frank would lose her.” This was the answer which rose to + Mary’s lips, partly prompted, doubtless, by her own instinctive aversion + to the match. + </p> + <p> + The suggestion of another loss worked upon Joe’s susceptible feelings. + Evidently he had not taken this side of the matter into consideration, and + he put up one of his hands to his eyes. Fortunately the bell for the + opening of the session broke in upon the conversation, and not only + diverted him, but relegated the whole subject to the background for the + time being. Nevertheless, the thought of it continued in Mary’s mind as + she sat listening to the exercises. How could an attractive girl like this + take a fancy to such a trickster? It seemed totally incompatible with the + teacher’s other qualities, for in her attitude toward her pupils she + appeared discerning and conscientious. + </p> + <p> + When the time came to go, Mary referred to her connection with the + Settlement work in the course of the few minutes’ further conversation + which they had together. Miss Burke expressed so lively an interest in + this that it was agreed before they parted that the schoolmistress should + pay Mary a visit some day later in the week, with the twofold object of + taking tea with the two orphans and of being shown the workings of the + establishment. + </p> + <p> + At this subsequent interview, the two young women chatted briskly in a + cosey corner. Each found the other sympathetic, despite Mary’s secret + prejudice; and it happened presently that Miss Burke, whose countenance + now and again had seemed a little pensive, as though she had something on + her mind, said after a pause: + </p> + <p> + “I’d like to ask your advice about something, Miss Wellington, if you + don’t object.” + </p> + <p> + Mary thought she knew what was coming, surprising as it was to be + consulted. She smiled encouragingly. + </p> + <p> + “It’s about a gentleman friend of mine,” continued Miss Burke, with rising + color, “who wishes me to marry him. Perhaps you have heard of him,” she + added with a suggestion of furtive pride. “His name is Jim Daly.” + </p> + <p> + “I know all about him.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Burke was evidently not prepared for such a sweeping answer. “You + know what he did, then?” she asserted after a moment’s hesitation. + </p> + <p> + “He pretended to be some one else, and passed a civil-service examination, + wasn’t it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I can tell by your tone that you think it was disreputable. So do I, + Miss Wellington; though some of my friends say that it was Jim’s desire to + help a friend which led him to do it. But he had to serve his time in + jail, didn’t he?” She looked as though she were going to cry. Then she + said awkwardly: “What I wished to ask was whether you would marry him if + you were I.” + </p> + <p> + Mary frowned. The responsibility was disconcerting. “Do you love him?” she + asked plumply. + </p> + <p> + “I did love him; I suppose I do still; yes, I do.” She jerked out her + answers in quick succession. “But our engagement is broken.” + </p> + <p> + “Because of this?” + </p> + <p> + “Because he has been in jail. None of my family has ever been in jail.” + Miss Burke set in place the loose hairs of her pompadour with a gesture of + severe dignity as she spoke. + </p> + <p> + “And he knows, of course, that his dishonesty is the reason why you feel + that you cannot trust him?” inquired Mary, who, being a logical person, + regarded the last answer as not altogether categorical. + </p> + <p> + “It wasn’t like stealing,” said the girl, by way of resenting the phrase. + </p> + <p> + “It was dishonorable and untrue.” + </p> + <p> + “The people down my way don’t think much of the civil-service laws. They + call them frills, something to get round if you can. That’s how they + excuse him.” She spoke with nervous rapidity and a little warmth. + </p> + <p> + “But they are our country’s laws just the same. And a good man—a + patriotic man—ought not to break them.” Mary was conscious of + voicing George Colfax’s sentiments as well as her own. The responsibility + of the burden imposed on her was trying, and she disliked her part of + mentor. Nevertheless, she felt that she must not abstain from stating the + vital point clearly; so she continued: + </p> + <p> + “Is not the real difficulty, my dear, that the man who could be false in + one thing might be false in another when the occasion arose?” + </p> + <p> + Miss Burke flushed at the words, and suddenly covered her face with her + hands. + </p> + <p> + “That’s it, of course. That’s what haunts me. I could forgive him the + other—the having been in jail and all that; but it’s the possibility + that he might do something worse after we were married—when it was + too late—which frightens me. ‘False in one thing, false in + everything,’ that’s what the proverb is. Do you believe that is true, Miss + Wellington?” + </p> + <p> + Her unmasked conscience revealed clearly the distress caused by its own + sensitiveness; but she spoke beseechingly, as though to invite comfort + from her companion on the score of this adage. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me what sort of a man Mr. Daly is in other respects,” said Mary. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he’s kind!” she answered with enthusiasm. “He has been a good son and + brother; he is always helping people, and has more friends than any one in + the district. I don’t see why he cared for me,” she added with seeming + irrelevance. + </p> + <p> + “It’s a great point in his favor that he does care for you, my dear. Is he + steady at his work?” + </p> + <p> + “When he isn’t too busy with politics. He says that he will give them up, + if I insist; but my doing so might prevent his being chosen to Congress.” + There was again rueful pride in her plaint. + </p> + <p> + Mary sat silent for a moment. “He stands convicted of falsehood.” She + seemed to be speaking to herself. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” gasped the girl, as her mentor paused to let the fell substantive + be weighed. + </p> + <p> + “That seems terrible to me. But you know him better than I do.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Burke’s face lighted at the qualification. Yet her quick intelligence + refused to be thus cajoled. “But what would you do in my place? That’s + what I wish to know.” + </p> + <p> + Mary winced. She perceived the proud delicacy of the challenge, and + recognized that she had condescendingly shirked the real inquiry. + </p> + <p> + “It is so hard to put oneself in another’s place. The excuses you have + given for his conduct seem to me inadequate. That is, if a man gave those + reasons to me—I believe I could never trust him again.” Mary spoke + with conviction, but she realized that she felt like a grandmother. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Miss Burke. “That’s what I wished to know.” She looked + at the floor for an instant. “Suppose you felt that you could trust him?” + </p> + <p> + Mary smiled and reflected. “If I loved him enough for that, I dare say I + should forgive him.” + </p> + <p> + “You really would?” Then Miss Burke perceived that in her elation she had + failed to observe the logical inconsistency which the counsel contained. + “I don’t know that I understand exactly,” she added. + </p> + <p> + Mary smiled again, then shook her head. “I doubt if I can make it any + plainer than that. I mean that—if I were you—I should have to + feel absolutely sure that I loved him; and even then—” She paused + without completing the ellipsis. “As to that, dear, no one can enlighten + you but yourself.’ + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” said poor Miss Burke. Yet she was already beginning to + suspect that the sphinx-like utterance might contain both the kernel of + eternal feminine truth and the real answer to her own doubts. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II + </h2> + <p> + Some two months later the <i>Meteoric</i>, one of the fast ocean + greyhounds, was approaching the port of New York. At sight of land the + cabin passengers, who had been killing time resignedly in one another’s + society, became possessed with a rampant desire to leave the vessel as + soon as possible. When it was definitely announced that the <i>Meteoric</i> + would reach her dock early enough in the afternoon to enable them to have + their baggage examined and get away before dark, they gave vent to their + pent-up spirits in mutual congratulations and adieus. + </p> + <p> + Among those on board thus chafing to escape from the limitations of an + ocean voyage was George Colfax, whose eagerness to land was enhanced by + the hope that his absence had made the heart of his lady-love fonder. His + travels had been restful and stimulating; but there is nothing like one’s + own country, after all. So he reflected as, cigar in mouth, he perused the + newspapers which the pilot had brought, and watched the coast-line + gradually change to the familiar monuments of Manhattan. + </p> + <p> + Yet apparently there was a subconsciousness to his thought, for as he + folded his last newspaper and stretched himself with the languor of a man + no longer harried by lack of knowledge as to what has happened during the + last seven days, he muttered under his breath: + </p> + <p> + “Confound the customs anyway!” + </p> + <p> + A flutter of garments and a breezy voice brought him politely to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “That’s over with, thank Heaven!” The speaker was a charming woman from + Boston, whose society he had found engrossing during the voyage—a + woman of the polite world, voluble and well informed. + </p> + <p> + “I just signed and swore to the paper they gave me without reading it,” + she added, with a gay shrug of her shoulders, as though she were well + content with this summary treatment of a distasteful matter. “Have you + made your declaration yet?” she asked indifferently. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “What I don’t understand is why they should make you take oath to a thing + and then rummage through your trunks as though they didn’t believe you.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s an outrage—an infernal outrage,” said George. “Every time the + Government does it the spirit of American institutions is insulted.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t much with me this time, anyway; they can hardly expect that a + person will go to Europe for six months and not bring back more than one + hundred dollars’ worth of things,” continued Miss Golightly artlessly. + “One might almost as well stay at home. It isn’t as if I bought them to + sell. They are my own ownty donty effects, and I’ve no intention of paying + the Government one cent on them if I can help it. And they charge one for + presents. Of course, I won’t pay on presents I have bought to give other + people. That would simply make them cost so much more.” + </p> + <p> + “The whole thing is a wretched and humiliating farce,” was George’s not + altogether illuminating comment on this naive revelation of the workings + of the female mind. He spoke doggedly, and then hummed the refrain of a + song as though to keep up his courage. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I’ll go and take my turn,” he said, with the air of aristocratic + urbanity which made him a favorite in social circles. + </p> + <p> + Miss Golightly detained him to add: “If you find any better method, I wish + you’d let me know. It seemed the simplest way not to declare anything, and + to trust to luck.” + </p> + <p> + So great was the bustle and confusion that George was not conscious of the + presence of his lively companion again until he heard her voice in his ear + two hours later on the pier or platform where the baggage from the <i>Meteoric</i> + was being inspected. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she said under her breath, “I’m all through. They gave me a jewel + of a man. And you?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve had no trouble.” George spoke with nonchalance as if to imply that + he had expected none. Out of the corner of his eye he was following the + actions of the custom-house official allotted to him who was chalking his + examined trunks with the hieroglyphics which signified that the Government + had released its grip on them. + </p> + <p> + This done, George beckoned to an attendant porter, after which he turned + again to Miss Golightly. + </p> + <p> + “If you’ll wait a moment until I see these things of mine safely in the + hands of the transfer express, I’ll put you into your carriage and take a + fond farewell.” + </p> + <p> + “You needn’t hurry,” was her answer. + </p> + <p> + “My friend, Miss Pilgrim, has declared thirty-four articles, and she + doesn’t know in which of her eight trunks any of them are. She and the + citizen in glasses meted out to her, who insists on finding every one, are + now engaged in ransacking her entire wardrobe. I intend to keep at a safe + distance from the scene of worry. That’s what comes of being + conscientious.” + </p> + <p> + George and the inspector, preceded by the porter wheeling the traveller’s + three trunks, hat-box, and small bags, set out for the other end of the + shed. + </p> + <p> + George returned ten minutes later; he stepped briskly and was beaming. + </p> + <p> + “Still waiting, I see,” he said jocularly. + </p> + <p> + “And in your eyes I read the purple light of love, young man. I wish you + success.” Her words were the rallying outcome of confidences on shipboard + after five days at sea. + </p> + <p> + George blushed, but looked pleased. “You may see her first,” he said, “for + she is constantly at her cousin’s, or was before she took up Settlement + life.” + </p> + <p> + “How much did you give him?” asked Miss Golightly. + </p> + <p> + The reversion to their previous topic was so abrupt and barefaced that the + lover stared for a moment, then tried not to appear confused. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, a mere trifle!” he said with offhand dignity. + </p> + <p> + “I gave mine twenty-five dollars,” she whispered. “Wasn’t that enough?” + </p> + <p> + “Abundant, I should say. But I am not well posted on such matters.” It was + evident he wished to avoid the subject, and was also impatient to get + away, for he took out his watch. “If Miss Pilgrim is really likely to be + detained—” he began. + </p> + <p> + Miss Golightly rose to the occasion and dismissed him. “I understand,” she + exclaimed amiably. “Every minute is precious.” + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, it was not until two days later that he succeeded in finding + Mary Wellington at home. He called that evening, but was told by the + person in charge that she had taken a brief respite from work and would + not return for another twenty-four hours. On the second occasion, as the + first, he brought with him under his arm a good-sized package, neatly done + up. + </p> + <p> + “I am back again,” he said, and he pressed her hand with unmistakable + zeal. + </p> + <p> + Her greeting was friendly; not emotional like his, or unreserved; but he + flattered himself that she seemed very glad to see him. He reflected: “I + don’t believe that it did my cause a particle of harm to let her go + without the constant visits she had grown accustomed to expect.” + </p> + <p> + He said aloud: “I came across this on the other side and took the liberty + of bringing it to you.” + </p> + <p> + Mary undid the parcel, disclosing a beautiful bit of jade; not too costly + a gift for a friend to accept, yet really a defiance of the convention + which forbids marriageable maidens to receive from their male admirers + presents less perishable than flowers or sweetmeats. + </p> + <p> + “It is lovely, and it was very kind of you to remember me.” + </p> + <p> + “Remember you? You were in my thoughts day and night.” + </p> + <p> + She smiled to dispel the tension. “I shall enjoy hearing about your + travels. A friend of yours has told me something of them.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! Miss Golightly. You have seen her, then, at your cousin’s? A + companionable woman; and she knows her Europe. Yes, we compared notes + regarding our travels.” + </p> + <p> + He colored slightly, but only at the remembrance of having confided to + this comparative stranger his bosom’s secret under the spell of an ocean + intimacy. + </p> + <p> + “You brought home other things, I dare say?” Mary asked after a pause, + glancing up at him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes!” The trend of the question was not clear to him, but he was + impelled to add: “For one thing, I ordered clothes enough to last me three + years at least. I bought gloves galore for myself and for my sister. As I + belong to the working class, and there is no knowing how soon I may be + able to get away again, I laid in a stock of everything which I needed, or + which took my fancy. Men’s things as well as women’s are so much cheaper + over there if one knows where to go.” + </p> + <p> + “With the duties?” + </p> + <p> + The words, gently spoken, were like a bolt from the blue. George betrayed + his distaste for the inquiry only by a sudden gravity. “Yes, with the + duties.” He hastened to add: “But enough of myself and my travels. They + were merely to pass the time.” He bent forward from his chair and + interrogated her meaningly with his glance. + </p> + <p> + “But I am interested in duties.” + </p> + <p> + He frowned at her insistence. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Golightly,” continued Mary, “explained to us yesterday how she got + all her things through the custom-house by giving the inspector + twenty-five dollars. She gloried in it and in the fact that, though her + trunks were full of new dresses, she made oath that she had nothing + dutiable.” + </p> + <p> + He suspected now her trend, yet he was not certain that he was included in + its scope. But he felt her eyes resting on him searchingly. + </p> + <p> + “Did she?” he exclaimed, with an effort at airy lightness which seemed to + afford the only hope of escape. + </p> + <p> + “How did you manage?” + </p> + <p> + “I?” He spoke after a moment’s pause with the calm of one who slightly + resents an invasion of his privacy. + </p> + <p> + “Did you pay the duties on your things?” + </p> + <p> + George realized now that he was face to face with a question which, as + lawyers say, required that the answer should be either “yes” or “no.” + Still, he made one more attempt to avert the crucial inquiry. + </p> + <p> + “Does this really interest you?” + </p> + <p> + “Immensely. My whole future may be influenced by it.” + </p> + <p> + “I see.” There was no room left for doubt as to her meaning. Nor did he + choose to lie. “No, I paid no duties.” + </p> + <p> + “I feared as much.” + </p> + <p> + There was a painful silence. George rose, and walking to the mantel-piece, + looked down at the hearth and tapped the ironwork with his foot. He would + fain have made the best of what he ruefully recognized to be a shabby + situation by treating it jocosely; but her grave, grieved demeanor + forbade. Yet he ventured to remark: + </p> + <p> + “Why do you take this so seriously?” + </p> + <p> + “I expected better things of you.” + </p> + <p> + He felt of his mustache and essayed extenuation. “It was—er—unworthy + of me, of course; foolish—pig-headed—tricky, I suppose. I got + mad. I’d nothing to sell, and the declaration is a farce when they examine + after it. So I left them to find what they chose. I’m terribly sorry, for + you seem to hate it so. But it’s an idiotic and impertinent law, anyway.” + </p> + <p> + “In other words, you think it all right to break a law if you don’t happen + to fancy it.” + </p> + <p> + George started visibly and colored. He recognized the aphorism as his, but + for the moment did not recall the occasion of its use. He chose to evade + it by an attempt at banter. “You can’t make a tragedy, my dear girl, out + of the failure to pay duties on a few things bought for one’s personal + use, and not for sale. Why, nearly every woman in the world smuggles when + she gets the chance—on her clothes and finery. You must know that. + Your sex as a class doesn’t regard it as disreputable in the least. At the + worst, it is a peccadillo, not a crime. The law was passed to enable our + native tailors to shear the well-to-do public.” + </p> + <p> + Mary ignored the plausible indictment against the unscrupulousness of her + sex. “Can such an argument weigh for a moment with any one with patriotic + impulses?” + </p> + <p> + Again the parrot-like reminder caused him to wince, and this time he + recognized the application. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” he exclaimed, with sorry yet protesting confusion. + </p> + <p> + “It’s the inconsistency,” she answered without flinching, perceiving that + he understood. + </p> + <p> + George flushed to the roots of his hair. “You compare me with that—er—blatherskite?” + he asked, conscious as he spoke that her logic was irrefutable. Yet his + self-respect cried out to try to save itself. + </p> + <p> + “Why not? The civil-service law seemed a frill to Jim Daly; the customs + law an impertinence to you.” + </p> + <p> + He looked down at the hearth again. There was an air of finality in her + words which was disconcerting. + </p> + <p> + “I’ve been an ass,” he ejaculated. “I’ll give the things up; pay the + duties; go to prison, if you like. The punishment is fine or + imprisonment.” He intended to be sincere in his offer of self-humiliation, + though his speech savored of extravagance. + </p> + <p> + Mary shrugged her shoulders. “If you did, I dare say a bevy of society + women would tender you a banquet when you were released from jail.” + </p> + <p> + He bit his lip and stared at her. “You are taking this seriously with a + vengeance!” + </p> + <p> + “I must.” + </p> + <p> + He crossed the room and, bending beside her, sought to take her hand. “Do + you mean that but for this—? Mary, are you going to let a little + thing like this separate us?” + </p> + <p> + He had captured her fingers, but they lay limp and unresponsive in his. + </p> + <p> + “It is not a little thing; from my standpoint it is everything.” + </p> + <p> + “But you will give me another chance?” + </p> + <p> + “You have had your chance. That was it. I was trying to find out whether I + loved you, and now I know that I do not. I could never marry a man I could + not—er—trust.” + </p> + <p> + “Trust? I swear to you that I am worthy of trust.” + </p> + <p> + She smiled sadly and drew away her hand. “Maybe. But I shall never know, + you see, because I do not love you.” + </p> + <p> + Her feminine inversion of logic increased his dismay. “I shall never give + up,” he exclaimed, rising and buttoning his coat. “When you think this + over you will realize that you have exaggerated what I did.” + </p> + <p> + She shook her head. His obduracy made no impression on her, for she was + free from doubts. + </p> + <p> + “We will be friends, if you like; but we can never be anything closer.” + </p> + <p> + An inspiration seized him. “What would the girl whom Jim Daly loves, if + there is one, say? She has never given him up, I wager.” + </p> + <p> + Mary blushed at his unconscious divination. “I do not know,” she said. + “But you are one person, Jim Daly is another. You have had every + advantage; he is a—er—blatherskite. Yet you condescend to put + yourself on a par with him, and condone the offence on the ground that + your little world winks at it. Remember + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “‘Spirits are not finely touched + But to fine issues.’ +</pre> + <p> + How shall society progress, unless my sex insists on at least that patent + of nobility in the men who woo us? I am reading you a lecture, but you + insisted on it.” + </p> + <p> + George stood for a moment silent. “You are right, I suppose.” He lifted + her hand to his lips and kissed it. Then he turned and left the room. + </p> + <p> + As he passed out, Mary heard the voices of the orphans, Joe and Frank, in + the entry. The former in greeting her held out a letter which had just + been delivered by the postman. + </p> + <p> + “You’ve come back, Miss Wellington,” cried the little boy rapturously. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Joe dear.” + </p> + <p> + Mechanically she opened the envelope. As she read the contents she smiled + faintly and nodded her head as much as to say that the news was not + unexpected. + </p> + <p> + “But <i>noblesse oblige</i>,” she murmured to herself proudly, not + realizing that she had spoken aloud. + </p> + <p> + “What did you say, Miss Wellington?” + </p> + <p> + Mary recalled her musing wits. “I’ve something interesting to tell you, + boys. Miss Burke is going to be married to Jim Daly. That is bad for you, + dears, but partly to make up for it, I wish to let you know that there is + no danger of my leaving you any more.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + AGAINST HIS JUDGMENT + </h2> + <p> + Three days had passed, and the excitement in the neighborhood was nearly + at an end. The apothecary’s shop at the corner into which John Baker’s + body and the living four-year-old child had been carried together + immediately after the catastrophe had lost most of its interest for the + curious, although the noses of a few idlers were still pressed against the + large pane in apparent search of something beyond the brilliant colored + bottles or the soda-water fountains. Now that the funeral was over, the + womenkind, whose windows commanded a view of the house where the dead man + had been lying, had taken their heads in and resumed their sweeping and + washing, and knots of their husbands and fathers no longer stood in gaping + conclave close to the very doorsill, rehearsing again and again the + details of the distressing incident. Even the little child who had been so + miraculously saved from the jaws of death, although still decked in the + dirty finery which its mother deemed appropriate to its having suddenly + become a public character, had ceased to be the recipient of the dimes of + the tender-hearted. Such is the capriciousness of the human temperament at + times of emotional excitement, the plan of a subscription for the victim’s + family had not been mooted until what was to its parents a small fortune + had been bestowed on the rescued child; but the scale of justice had + gradually righted itself. Contributions were now pouring in, especially + since it was reported that the mayor and several other well-known persons + had headed the list with fifty dollars each; and there was reason to + believe that a lump sum of from fifteen hundred to two thousand dollars + would be collected for the benefit of the widow and seven children before + public generosity was exhausted. + </p> + <p> + Local interest was on the wane; but, thanks to the telegraph and the + press, the facts were being disseminated through the country, and every + leading newspaper in the land was chronicling, with more or less + prominence according to the character of its readers, the item that John + Baker, the gate-keeper at a railroad crossing in a Pennsylvania city, had + snatched a toddling child from the pathway of a swiftly moving locomotive + and been crushed to death. + </p> + <p> + A few days later a dinner-company of eight was gathered at a country house + several hundred miles distant from the scene of the calamity. The host and + hostess were people of wealth and leisure, who enjoyed inviting congenial + parties from their social acquaintance in the neighboring city to share + with them for two or three days at a time the charms of nature. The dinner + was appetizing, the wine good, and conversation turned lightly from one + subject to another. + </p> + <p> + They had talked on a variety of topics: of tarpon fishing in Florida; of + amateur photography, in which the hostess was proficient, and of gardens; + of the latest novels and some current inelegancies of speech. Some one + spoke of the growing habit of feeing employés to do their duty. Another + referred to certain breaches of trust by bank officers and treasurers, + which occurring within a short time of one another had startled the + community. This last subject begot a somewhat doleful train of commentary + and gave the lugubrious their cue. Complaints were made of our easygoing + standards of morality, and our disposition not to be severe on anybody; of + the decay of ideal considerations and the lack of enthusiasm for all but + money-spinning. + </p> + <p> + “The gist is here,” reiterated one of the speakers: “we insist on tangible + proof of everything, of being able to see and feel it—to get our + dollar’s worth, in short. We weigh and measure and scrutinize, and discard + as fusty and outworn, conduct and guides to conduct that do not promise + six per cent per annum in full sight.” + </p> + <p> + “What have you to say to John Baker?” said the host, breaking the pause + which followed these remarks. “I take for granted that you are all + familiar with his story: the newspapers have been full of it. There was a + man who did not stop to measure or scrutinize.” + </p> + <p> + A murmur of approbation followed, which was interrupted by Mrs. Caspar + Green, a stout and rather languid lady, inquiring to whom he referred. + “You know I never read the newspapers,” she added, with a decidedly + superior air, putting up her eye-glass. + </p> + <p> + “Except the deaths and marriages,” exclaimed her husband, a lynx-eyed + little stockbroker, who was perpetually poking what he called fun at his + more ponderous half. + </p> + <p> + “Well, this was a death: so there was no excuse for her not seeing it,” + said Henry Lawford, the host. “No, seriously, Mrs. Green, it was a + splendid instance of personal heroism: a gate-keeper at a railway crossing + in Pennsylvania, perceiving a child of four on the track just in front of + the fast express, rushed forward and managed to snatch up the little + creature and threw it to one side before—poor fellow!—he was + struck and killed. There was no suggestion of counting upon six per cent + there, was there?” + </p> + <p> + “Unless in another sphere,” interjected Caspar Green. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be sacrilegious, Caspar,” pleaded his wife, though she added her + mite to the ripple of laughter that greeted the sally. + </p> + <p> + “It was superb!—superb!” exclaimed Miss Ann Newbury, a young woman + not far from thirty, with a long neck and a high-bred, pale, intellectual + face. “He is one of the men who make us proud of being men and women.” She + spoke with sententious earnestness and looked across the table appealingly + at George Gorham. + </p> + <p> + “He left seven children, I believe?” said he, with precision. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, seven, Mr. Gorham—the eldest eleven,” answered Mrs. Lawford, + who was herself the mother of five. “Poor little things!” + </p> + <p> + “I think he made a great mistake,” remarked George, laconically. + </p> + <p> + For an instant there was complete silence. The company was evidently + making sure that it had understood his speech correctly. Then Miss Newbury + gave a gasp, and Henry Lawford, with a certain stern dignity that he knew + how to assume, said—— + </p> + <p> + “A mistake? How so, pray?” + </p> + <p> + “In doing what he did—sacrificing his life to save the child.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Mr. Gorham!” exclaimed the hostess, while everybody turned toward + him. He was a young man between thirty and thirty-five, a lawyer beginning + to be well thought of in his profession, with a thoughtful, pleasant + expression and a vigorous physique. + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me,” he continued, slowly, seeking his words, “if John Baker + had stopped to think, he would have acted differently. To be sure, he + saved the life of an innocent child; but, on the other hand, he robbed of + their sole means of support seven other no less innocent children and + their mother. He was a brave man, I agree; but I, for one, should have + admired him more if he had stopped to think.” + </p> + <p> + “And let the child be killed?” exclaimed Mr. Carter, the gentleman who had + deplored so earnestly the decay of ideal considerations. He was a young + mill-treasurer, with aristocratic tendencies, and a strong interest in + church affairs. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if need be. It was in danger through no fault of his. Its natural + guardians had neglected it.” + </p> + <p> + “What a frightful view to take!” murmured Mrs. Green; and, although she + was very well acquainted with George Gorham’s physiognomy, she examined + him disapprovingly through her glass, as if there must be something + compromising about it which had hitherto escaped detection. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don’t agree with you at all,” said the host, emphatically. + </p> + <p> + “Nor I,” said Mr. Carter. + </p> + <p> + “Nor I, Mr. Gorham,” said Mrs. Lawford, plaintively conveying the + impression that if a woman so ready as she to accept new points of view + abandoned him there could be no chance of his being right. + </p> + <p> + “No, you’re all wrong, my dear fellow,” said Caspar Green. “Such ideas may + go down among your long-haired artistic and literary friends at the + Argonaut Club, but you can’t expect civilized Christians to accept them. + Why, man, it’s monstrous—monstrous, by Jove!—to depreciate + that noble fellow’s action—a man we all ought to be proud of, as + Miss Newbury says. If we don’t encourage such people, how can we expect + them to be willing to risk their lives?” Thereupon the little broker, as a + relief to his outraged feelings, emptied his champagne-glass at a draught + and scowled irascibly. His jesting equanimity was rarely disturbed; + consequently, everybody felt the importance of his testimony. + </p> + <p> + “I’m sorry to be so completely in the minority,” said Gorham, “but that’s + the way the matter strikes me. I don’t think you quite catch my point, + though, Caspar,” he added, glancing at Mr. Green. At a less heated moment + the company, with the possible exception of Mrs. Green, might have tacitly + agreed that this was extremely probable; but now Miss Newbury, who had + hitherto refrained from comment, in order to digest the problem thoroughly + before speaking, came to the broker’s aid. + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me, Mr. Gorham,” she said, “that your proposition is a very + plain one: you claim simply that John Baker had better not have saved the + child if, in order to do so, it was necessary to lose his own life.” + </p> + <p> + “Precisely,” exclaimed Mr. Green, in a tone of some contempt. + </p> + <p> + “Was not Mr. Gorham’s meaning that, though it required very great courage + to do what Baker did, a man who stopped to think of his own wife and + children would have shown even greater courage?” asked Miss Emily Vincent. + She was the youngest of the party, a beautiful girl, of fine presence, + with a round face, dark eyes, and brilliant pink-and-white coloring. She + had been invited to stay by the Lawfords because George Gorham was + attentive to her; or, more properly speaking, George Gorham had been asked + because he was attentive to her. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Miss Vincent: you have expressed my meaning perfectly,” said + Gorham; and his face gladdened. He was dead in love with her, and this was + the first civil word, so to speak, she had said to him during the visit. + </p> + <p> + “Do you agree with him?” inquired Miss Newbury, with intellectual + sternness. + </p> + <p> + “And do you agree with Mr. Gorham?” asked Mrs. Lawford, at the same + moment, caressingly. + </p> + <p> + All eyes were turned on Emily Vincent, and she let hers fall. She felt + that she would give worlds not to have spoken. Why had she spoken? + </p> + <p> + “I understand what he means; but I don’t believe a man in John Baker’s + place could help himself,” she said quietly. + </p> + <p> + “Of course he couldn’t!” cried Mrs. Lawford. “There, Mr. Gorham, you have + lost your champion. What have you to say now?” A murmur of approval went + round the table. + </p> + <p> + “I appreciate my loss, but I fear I have nothing to add to what has been + said already,” he replied, with smiling firmness. “Although in a pitiful + minority, I shall have to stand or fall by that.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, but when it came to action we know that under all circumstances Mr. + Gorham would be his father’s son!” said Mrs. Lawford, with less than her + usual tact, though she intended to be very ingratiating. Gorham’s father, + who was conspicuous for gallantry, had been killed in the Civil War. + </p> + <p> + Gorham bowed a little stiffly, feeling that there was nothing for him to + say. There was a pause, which showed that the topic was getting + threadbare. This prompted the host to call his wife’s attention to the + fact that one of the candles was flaring. So the current of conversation + was turned, and the subject was not alluded to again, thereby anticipating + Mr. Carter, who, having caught Miss Newbury’s eye, was about to + philosophize further on the same lines. + </p> + <p> + During the twelve months following his visit at the Lawfords’ the + attentions of George Gorham to Emily Vincent became noticeable. He had + loved her for three years in secret; but the consciousness that he was not + able to support a wife had hindered him from devoting himself to her. He + knew that she, or rather her father, had considerable property; but Gorham + was not willing to take this into consideration; he would never offer + himself until his own income was sufficient for both their needs. But, on + the other hand, his ideas of a sufficient income were not extravagant. He + looked forward to building a comfortable little house in the suburbs in + the midst of an acre or two of garden and lawn, so that his neighbors’ + windows need not overlook his domesticity. He would have a horse and buggy + wherewith to drive his wife through the country on summer afternoons, and + later, if his bank-account warranted it, a saddle-horse for Emily and one + for himself. He would keep open house in the sense of encouraging his + friends to visit him; and, that they might like to come, he would have a + thoroughly good plain cook—thereby eschewing French kickashaws—and + his library should contain the best new books, and etchings and sketches + luring to the eye, done by men who were rising, rather than men who had + risen. There should be no formality; his guests should do what they + pleased, and wear what they pleased, and, above all, they should become + intimate with his wife, instead of merely tolerating her after the manner + of the bachelor friends of so many other men. + </p> + <p> + Thus he had been in the habit of depicting to himself the future, and at + last, by dint of undeviating attention to his business, he had got to the + point where he could afford to realize his project if his lady-love were + willing. His practice was increasing steadily, and he had laid by a few + thousand dollars to meet any unexpected emergency. His life was insured + for fifty thousand dollars, and the policies were now ten years old. He + had every reason to expect that in course of time as the older lawyers + died off he would either succeed to the lucrative conduct of large suits + or be made a judge of one of the higher tribunals. In this manner his + ambition would be amply satisfied. His aim was to progress slowly but + solidly, without splurge or notoriety, so that every one might regard him + as a man of sound dispassionate judgment, and solid, keen understanding. + His especial antipathy was for so-called cranks—people who went off + at half-cock, who thought nothing out, but were governed by the impulse of + the moment, shilly-shally and controlled by sentimentality. + </p> + <p> + It was with hope and yet with his heart in his mouth that he set out one + afternoon determined to ask Emily Vincent to become his wife. She lived in + the suburbs, within fifteen minutes by the train, or an hour’s walk from + town. Gorham took the cars. It was a beautiful day, almost the counterpart + of that which they had passed together at the Lawfords’ just a year + before. As he sat in the train he analyzed the situation once more for the + hundredth time, taking care not to give himself the advantage of any + ambiguous symptoms. Certainly she was not indifferent to him; she accepted + his attentions without demur, and seemed interested in his interests. But + was that love? Was it any more than esteem or cordial liking, which would + turn to pity at the first hint of affection on his part? But surely she + could not plead ignorance of his intentions; she must long ere this have + realized that he was seriously attentive to her. Still, girls were strange + creatures. He could not help feeling nervous, because so very much was + involved for him in the result. Should she refuse him, he would be and + remain for a long time excessively unhappy. He obliged himself to regard + this alternative, and his heart sank before the possibility. Not that the + idea of dying or doing anything desperate presented itself to him. Such + extravagance would have seemed out of keeping with respect either for her + or for himself. Doubtless he might recover some day, but the interim would + be terribly hard to endure. Rejection meant a dark, dreary bachelorhood; + success, the crowning of his dearest hopes. + </p> + <p> + He found his sweetheart at home, and she came down to greet him with roses + that he had sent her in her bosom. It was not easy for him to do or say + anything extravagant, and Emily Vincent, while she might have pardoned + unseemly effusiveness to his exceeding love for her, was well content with + the deeply earnest though unriotous expression of his passion. When + finally he had folded her in his arms she felt that the greatest happiness + existence can give was hers, and he knew himself to be an utterly blissful + lover. He had won the prize for which he had striven with a pertinacity + like Jacob’s, and life looked very roseate. + </p> + <p> + The news was broken to her family that evening, and received delightedly, + though without the surprise which the lovers expected. They were left + alone for a little while before the hour of parting, and in the sweet + kisses given and taken Gorham redeemed himself in his mistress’s + estimation for any lack of folly he had been guilty of when he had asked + her to be his wife. There was riot now in his eyes and in his embraces, + revealing that he had needed only to be sure of her encouragement to + become as ridiculous as she could desire. He stood disclosed to himself in + a new light; and when he had kissed her once more for the last time he + went tripping down the lawn radiantly happy, turning now and again to + throw back with his fingers a message from his lips to the one being in + all the world for him, who stood on the threshold, adding poetry and grace + to the beautiful June evening. + </p> + <p> + When out of sight of the house, Gorham sped fleetly along the road. He + intended to walk to town, for he felt like glorying in his happiness under + the full moon which was shedding her silver light from a clear heaven. The + air was not oppressive, and it was scented with the perfume of the lilacs + and apple-blossoms, so that Gorham was fain every now and then to draw a + deep breath in order to inhale their fragrance. There was no dust, and + nature looked spruce and trig, without a taint of the frowziness which is + observable in the foliage a month later. + </p> + <p> + Gorham took very little notice of the details; his eyes were busy rather + with mind-problems than with the particular beauties of the night; yet his + rapt gaze swept the brilliant heavens as though he felt their lustre to be + in harmony with the radiance in his own soul. He was imagining the future—his + hearth forever blessed by her sweet presence, their mutual joys and + sorrows sweetened and alleviated through being shared. His efforts to live + worthily would be fortified by her example and counsel. How the pleasures + of walking and riding and reading and travelling—of everything in + life—would be a hundredfold enhanced by being able to interchange + impressions with each other! He pictured to himself the cosey evenings + they would pass at home when the day’s work was done, and the jolly trips + they would take together when vacation-time arrived. How he would watch + over her, and how he would guard her and tend her and comfort her if + misfortune came or ill health assailed her! There would be little ones, + perhaps, to claim their joint devotion, and bid him redouble his energies; + he smiled at the thought of baby fingers about his neck, and there arose + to his mind’s eye a sweet vision of Emily sitting, pale but triumphant, + rocking her new-born child upon her breast. + </p> + <p> + He walked swiftly on the wings of transport. It was almost as light as + day, yet he met but few travellers along the country road. An occasional + vehicle passed him, breaking the silvery stillness with its rumble which + subsided at last into the distance. A pair of whispering lovers, arm in + arm, who slunk into the shadow as he came abreast of them, won from him a + glance of sympathy. Just after he had left them behind the shrill whistle + of a locomotive jarring upon the silence seemed to bring him a message + from the woman he adored. Had he not preferred to walk, this was the train + he would have taken, and it must have stopped not many hundred yards from + her door. As he listened to it thundering past almost parallel to him in + the cut below he breathed a prayer of blessing on her rest. + </p> + <p> + A little beyond this point the road curved and ran at a gradual incline so + as to cross the railroad track at grade about half a mile farther on. This + stretch was lined on each side by horse-chestnut trees set near to one + another, the spreading foliage of which darkened the gravelled foot-path, + so that Gorham, who was enjoying the moonlight, preferred to keep in the + middle of the road, which, by way of contrast, gleamed almost like a + river. He was pursuing his way with elastic steps, when of a sudden his + attention was arrested about a hundred and fifty yards from the crossing + by something lying at the foot of one of the trees on the right-hand side. + At a second glance he saw that it was a woman’s figure. Probably she was + asleep: but she might be ill or injured. It was a lonely spot, so it + occurred to him that it was proper for him to investigate. Accordingly, he + stepped to her side and bent over her. From her calico dress, which was + her only covering, she evidently belonged to the laboring class. She was a + large, coarse-looking woman, and was lying, in what appeared to Gorham to + be drunken slumber, on her bonnet, the draggled strings of which caught + his eye. He hesitated a moment, and then shook her by the arm. She groaned + boozily, but after he had shaken her again two or three times she rolled + over and raised herself on her elbow, rubbing her eyes and staring at him + glassily. + </p> + <p> + “Are you hurt, woman?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + She made a guttural response which might have meant anything, but she + proved that she was uninjured by getting on her feet. She stared at her + disturber bewilderedly, then, perceiving her bonnet, stooped to pick it + up, and stood for a moment trying sleepily to poke it into shape and + readjust its tawdry plumage. But all of a sudden she gave a start and + began looking around her with recovered energy. She missed something, + evidently. Gorham followed the direction of her gaze as it shifted, and as + his glance met the line of the road he perceived a little figure standing + in the middle of the railway crossing. It was a child—her child, + without doubt—and as he said so to himself the roar of an + approaching train, coupled with the sound of the whistle, made him start + with horror. The late express from town was due. Gorham remembered that + there was a considerable curve in the railroad at this point. The woman + had not perceived the situation—she was too far in the shade—but + Gorham from where he stood commanded a clear view of the track. + </p> + <p> + Without an instant’s hesitation, he sprang forward and ran at full speed. + His first thought was that the train was very near. He ran with all his + might and main, his eyes fixed on the little white figure, and shouting to + warn it of its danger. Suddenly there flashed before his mind with + vividness the remembrance of John Baker, and he recalled his argument at + the Lawfords’. But he did not abate his speed. The child had plumped + itself down on one of the sleepers, and was apparently playing with some + pebbles. It was on the farther track, and, startled by his cries and by + the clang of the approaching train, looked up at him. He saw a pale, + besmeared little countenance; he heard behind him the agonizing screams of + the mother, who had realized her baby’s peril; in his ears rang the shrill + warning of the engineer as the engine rounded the curve. Would he be in + time? + </p> + <p> + As he reached the edge of the tracks, thought of Emily and a terrible + consciousness of the sorrow she would feel if anything were to happen to + him compressed his heart. But he did not falter. He was aware of the + jangle of a fiercely rung bell, the hiss of steam, and a blinding glare; + he could feel on his cheek the breath of the iron monster. With set teeth + he threw himself forward, stooped, and reached out over the rail: in + another instant he had tossed the child from the pathway of danger, and he + himself had been mangled to death by the powerful engine. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON + </h2> + <p> + Paul Harrington, the reporter, shifted his eagle glance from one feature + to another of the obsequies with the comprehensive yet swift perception of + an artist. An experience of three years on the staff had made him an + expert on ceremonies, and, captious as he could be when the occasion + merited his scorn, his predilection was for praise, as he was an optimist + by instinct. This time he could praise unreservedly, and he was impatient + to transfer to the pages of his note-book his seething impressions of the + solemn beauty and simplicity of the last rites in the painful tragedy. In + the rustic church into which he had wormed his way he had already found + time to scribble a brief paragraph to the effect that the melancholy event + had “shrouded the picturesque little town of Carver in gloom,” and now as + he stood on the greensward near, though not too near, he hastily jotted + down the points of interest with keen anticipation of working out some + telling description on the way home. + </p> + <p> + Out from the little church where the families of the pair of lovers had + worshipped in summer time for a generation, the two coffins, piled high + with flowers (Harrington knew them reportorially as caskets), were borne + by the band of pall-bearers, stalwart young intimate friends, and lifted + by the same hands tenderly into the hearse. The long blackness of their + frock-coats and the sable accompaniment of their silk hats, gloves, and + ties appealed to the observant faculties of Harrington as in harmony both + with the high social position of the parties and the peculiar sadness of + the occasion. That a young man and woman, on the eve of matrimony, and + with everything to live for, should be hurled into eternity (a + Harringtonian figure of speech) by a railroad train at a rustic crossing, + while driving, was certainly an affair heartrending enough to invite every + habiliment of woe. As he thus reasoned Harrington became aware that one of + the stalwart young men was looking at him with an expression which seemed + to ask only too plainly, “What the devil are you doing here?” + </p> + <p> + As a newspaper man of some years’ standing Harrington was hardened. Such + an expression of countenance was an almost daily experience and slipped + off the armor of his self-respecting hardihood like water off the + traditional duck’s back. When people looked at him like this he simply + took refuge in his consciousness of the necessities of the case and the + honesty of his own artistic purpose. The press must be served faithfully + and indefatigably—boldly, moreover, and at times officiously, in + order to attain legitimate results; yet he flattered himself that no one + could ever say of him that he had “butted in” where others of his craft + would have paused, or was lacking in reportorial delicacy. Was he not + simply doing his professional duty for hire, like any respectable lawyer + or doctor or architect, in order to support his family? Were he to trouble + his head because impetuous people frowned, his wife, Amelia, and infant + son, Tesla, would be the sufferers—a thought which was a constant + stimulus to enterprise. His “job” required “cheek” perhaps, but nine + people out of ten were not sensible enough to realize that he was a modern + necessity, and to ask themselves, “Is this man doing his work creditably?” + There was the essence of the situation for Harrington, and from the + world’s lack of nice perception he had made for himself a grievance which + rendered him indifferent to ill-considered scowls. + </p> + <p> + But, however indifferent his attitude, nothing ever escaped Harrington, + and he noticed that the young man whose eyes met his with the expression + of annoyance was well set up and manly in appearance—a “dude,” in + Harrington’s parlance, but a pleasant-looking dude, with an open and + rather strong countenance. Such was Harrington’s deduction, in spite of + the obvious hostility to himself, and in confirmation of this view he had + the satisfaction of perceiving the tension of the young man’s face relax, + as though he had come to the conclusion, on second thoughts, that + interference was, on the whole, not worth while. + </p> + <p> + “He realizes,” said the reporter to himself approvingly, “that there’s no + sense in being peevish. A swell funeral must be written up like any other + society function.” + </p> + <p> + While he thus soliloquized, the nearest relatives of the deceased victims + issued from the church, seeking the carriages in waiting for them. Among + those who came next was a handsome, spirited-looking girl of twenty-five, + who, though not of the family group, was a sincere mourner. As she stepped + forward with the elasticity of youth, glad of the fresh air on her + tear-stained cheeks, it happened that she also observed the presence of + the reporter, and she paused, plainly appalled. Her nostrils quivered with + horrified distress, and she turned her head as though seeking some one. It + proved to be the young man who had misjudged Harrington a few moments + before. At least, he sprang to her side with an agility which suggested + that his eyes had been following her every movement, thereby prompting + Harrington, who was ever on the alert for a touch of romance amid the + prose of every-day business, to remark shrewdly: + </p> + <p> + “That’s plain as the nose on your face; he’s her ‘steady.’” + </p> + <p> + He realized at the same time that he was being pointed out in no + flattering terms by the young lady in question, who cast a single haughty + glance in his direction by way of identification. He saw her eyes flash, + and, though the brief dialogue which ensued was necessarily inarticulate + to him, it was plain that she was laying her outraged feelings at the feet + of her admirer, with a command for something summary and substantial by + way of relief. + </p> + <p> + At any rate, Harrington jumped at once to this conclusion, for he + murmured: “She’s telling him I’m the scum of the earth, and that it’s up + to him to get rid of me.” He added, sententiously: “She’ll find, I guess, + that this is about the most difficult billet a fair lady ever intrusted to + a gallant knight.” Whereupon, inspired by his metaphor, he proceeded to + hum under his breath, by way of outlet to his amused sensibilities, the + dulcet refrain which runs: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + In days of old, when knights were bold + And barons held their sway, + A warrior bold, with spurs of gold. + Sang merrily his lay, + Sang merrily his lay: + “My love is young and fair, + My love hath golden hair, + And eyes so blue and heart so true + That none with her compare. + So what care I, though death be nigh? + I’ll live for love or die! + So what care I, though death be nigh, + I’ll live for love or die!” + </pre> + <p> + What was going to happen? How would Sir Knight set to work to slay or + expel the obnoxious dragon? Harrington felt mildly curious despite his + sardonic emotions, and while he took mental note of what was taking place + around him he contrived to keep an eye on his censors. He had observed + that the young man’s face while she talked to him had worn a worried + expression, as though he were already meditating whether the situation was + not hopeless unless he had recourse to personal violence; but, having put + his Dulcinea into her carriage, he appeared to be in no haste to begin + hostilities. Indeed, without further ado, or even a glance in Harrington’s + direction, he took his place in the line of mourners which was moving + toward the neighboring cemetery. + </p> + <p> + Harrington was for a moment divided in his own mind between the claims of + reportorial delicacy and proper self-respect. It had been his intention to + absent himself from the services at the grave, out of consideration for + the immediate family. It occurred to him now that it was almost his duty + to show himself there, in order not to avoid a meeting. But the finer + instinct prevailed. Why allow what was, after all, nothing save ignorant + disapproval to alter his arrangements? He had just time to walk leisurely + to the station without overheating himself, and delay would oblige him to + take a later train, as there was no vehicle at his disposal. + </p> + <p> + Consequently, after his brief hesitation, he followed a high-road at right + angles to that taken by the funeral procession, and gave himself up to the + beguilement of his own thoughts. They were concerned with the preparation + of his special article, and he indulged in the reflection that if it were + read by the couple who had looked at him askance they would be put to + shame by its accuracy and good taste. + </p> + <p> + Before Harrington had finished three-quarters of the distance which lay + between the church and his destination, the carriages of those returning + from the cemetery began to pass him. When the dust raised by their wheels + had subsided he looked for an undisturbed landscape during the remainder + of his walk, and had just given rein again to contemplation when a sound + which revealed unmistakably the approach of an automobile caused him to + turn his head. A touring car of large dimensions and occupied by two + persons was approaching at a moderate rate of speed, which the driver, who + was obviously the owner, reduced to a minimum as he ran alongside him. + </p> + <p> + “May I give you a lift?” asked a strong, friendly voice. + </p> + <p> + Before the question was put Harrington had recognized in the speaker the + young man whose mission it had become, according to his shrewd guess, to + call him to account for his presence at the funeral. He had exchanged his + silk hat for a cap, and drawn on a white dust-coat over his other sable + garments, but his identity was unmistakable. Viewing him close at hand + Harrington perceived that he had large, clear eyes, a smooth-shaven, + humorous, determined mouth, and full ruddy cheeks, the immobility of which + suggested the habit of deliberation. Physically and temperamentally he + appeared to be the antipodes of the reporter, who was thin, nervous, and + wiry, with quick, snappy ways and electric mental processes. It occurred + to him now at once that the offer concealed a trap, and he recalled, + knowingly, the warning contained in the classical adage concerning Greeks + who bear gifts. But, on the other hand, what had he to fear or to + apologize for? Besides, there was his boy Tesla to consider. How delighted + the little fellow, who already doted on electricity, would be to hear that + his father had ridden in a huge touring car! He would be glad, too, of the + experience himself, in order to compare the sensation with that of + travelling in the little puffing machines with which he was tolerably + familiar. Therefore he answered civilly, yet without enthusiasm: + </p> + <p> + “I don’t mind if you do, as far as the station.” + </p> + <p> + At his words the chauffeur at a sign made place for him, and he stepped in + beside his pseudo-enemy, who, as he turned on the power, met Harrington’s + limitation as to distance with the remark: + </p> + <p> + “I’m going all the way to New York, if you care to go with me.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington was tempted again. Apart from the peculiar circumstances of the + case he would like nothing better. Then, why not? What had he or his + self-respect to dread from a trip with this accommodating dude? He would + hardly sandbag him, and were he—Harrington grinned inwardly at the + cunning thought—intending to have the machine break down in an + inaccessible spot, and leave him stranded, what difference would it make? + His article was too late already for the evening papers, and he would take + excellent care to see that nothing should interfere with its appearance + the following morning, for at a pinch he was within walking distance of + the city. The thought of such an attempt to muzzle the liberty of the + press was rather an incentive than otherwise, for it savored of real + adventure and indicated that a moral issue was involved. + </p> + <p> + While he thus reflected he appeared not to have heard the observation. + Meanwhile the automobile was running swiftly and smoothly, as though its + owner were not averse to have his guest perceive what a superb machine it + was. + </p> + <p> + “What make?” asked the reporter, wishing to show himself affable, yet a + man of the world. He had come to the conclusion that if the invitation + were repeated he would accept it. + </p> + <p> + His companion told him, and as though he divined that the inquiry had been + intended to convey admiration, added, “She’s going now only at about half + her speed.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington grinned inwardly again. “Springes to catch woodcock!” he said + to himself, quoting Shakespeare, then went on to reflect in his own + vernacular: “The chap is trying to bribe me, confound him! Well, here + goes!” Thereupon he said aloud, for they were approaching the station: “If + you really would like my company on the way to town I’d be glad to see how + fast she can go.” As he spoke he drew out his watch and added with + suppressed humorous intention: “I suppose you’ll guarantee to get me there + in a couple of hours or so?” + </p> + <p> + “If we don’t break down or are not arrested.” The voice was gay and + without a touch of sinister suggestion. + </p> + <p> + “Here’s a deep one, maybe,” thought Harrington. + </p> + <p> + Already the kidnapper—if he were one—was steering the car into + a country way which diverged at a sharp curve from that in which they had + been travelling. It was a smooth, level stretch, running at first almost + parallel with the railroad, and in another moment they were spinning along + at a hair-lifting rate of speed, yet with so little friction that the + reporter’s enthusiasm betrayed itself in a grunt of satisfaction, though + he was reflecting that his companion knew the way and did not intend to + allow him to change his mind. But Harrington was quite content with the + situation, and gave himself up unreservedly to the pleasant thrill of + skimming along the surface of the earth at such a pace that the summer + breeze buffeted his face so that his eyes watered. There was nothing in + sight but a clear, straight road flanked by hedges and ditches, save the + railroad bed, along which after a while the train came whizzing. A pretty + race ensued until it crossed their path at almost a right angle. + </p> + <p> + “Now he thinks he has me,” thought Harrington. + </p> + <p> + It almost seemed so, for in another moment he of the humorous, determined + mouth diminished the power, and after they were on the other side of the + railroad track he proceeded at a much less strenuous pace and opened + conversation. + </p> + <p> + “You’re a reporter, I judge?” + </p> + <p> + Harrington, who was enjoying himself, would have preferred to avoid + business for a little longer and to talk as one gentleman to another on a + pleasure trip. So, in response to this direct challenge, he answered with + dry dignity: + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I have the honor of representing the Associated Press.” + </p> + <p> + “One of the great institutions of the country.” + </p> + <p> + This was reasonable—so reasonable, indeed, that Harrington pondered + it to detect some sophistry. + </p> + <p> + “It must be in many respects an interesting calling.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; a man has to keep pretty well up to date.” + </p> + <p> + “Married or single, if I may be so bold?” + </p> + <p> + “I have a wife and a son nine years old.” + </p> + <p> + “That is as it should be. Lucky dog!” + </p> + <p> + Harrington laughed in approval of the sentiment. “Then I must assume that + you are a bachelor, Mr. ——?” + </p> + <p> + “Dryden. Walter Dryden is my name. Yes, that’s the trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “She won’t have you?” hazarded the reporter, wishing to be social in his + turn. + </p> + <p> + “Exactly.” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Harrington would not the first time I asked her.” + </p> + <p> + “I have offered myself to her six separate times, and she has thus far + declined.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington paused a moment. The temptation to reveal his own astuteness, + and at the same time enhance the personal flavor which the dialogue had + acquired, was not to be resisted. “May I venture to ask if she is the lady + with whom you exchanged a few words this forenoon at the door of the + church?” + </p> + <p> + The young man turned his glance from the road toward his questioner by way + of tribute to such acumen. “I see that nothing escapes your observation.” + </p> + <p> + “It is my business to notice everything and to draw my own conclusions,” + said the reporter modestly. + </p> + <p> + “They are shrewdly correct in this case. Would you be surprised,” + continued Dryden in a confidential tone, “if I were to inform you that I + believe it lies in your power to procure me a home and happiness?” + </p> + <p> + Harrington chuckled in his secret soul. He would dissemble. “How could + that possibly be?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t mind telling you that the last time I offered myself the young + lady appeared a trifle less obdurate. She shook her head, but I thought I + observed signs of wavering—faint, yet appreciable. If now I could + only put her under an obligation and thus convince her of my + effectiveness, I am confident I could win her.” + </p> + <p> + “Your effectiveness?” queried Harrington, to whom the interview was + becoming more psychologically interesting every moment. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, she considers me an unpractical person—not serious, you know. + I know what you consider me,” he added with startling divergence—“a + dude.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington found this searchlight on his own previous thought + disconcerting. “Well, aren’t you one?” he essayed boldly. + </p> + <p> + Dryden pondered a moment. “I suppose so. I don’t wear reversible cuffs and + I am disgustingly rich. I’ve shot tigers in India, lived in the Latin + quarter, owned a steam yacht, climbed San Juan Hill—but I have not + found a permanent niche. There are not places enough to go round for men + with millions, and she calls me a rolling stone. Come, now, I’ll swap + places with you. You shall own this motor and—and I’ll write the + press notice on the Ward-Upton funeral.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington stiffened instinctively. He did not believe that the amazing, + splendid offer was genuine. But had he felt complete faith that the young + man beside him was in earnest, he would have been proof against the lure + of even a touring car, for he had been touched at his most sensitive + point. His artistic capacity was assailed, and his was just the nature to + take proper umbrage at the imputation. More; over, though this was a minor + consideration, he resented slightly the allusion to reversible cuffs. + Hence the answer sprang to his lips: + </p> + <p> + “Can you not trust me to write the notice, Mr. Dryden?” + </p> + <p> + “She would like me to write it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I see! Was that what she whispered to you this morning?” + </p> + <p> + Dryden hesitated. “Certainly words to that effect. Let me ask you in turn, + can you not trust me? If so, the automobile is yours and——” + </p> + <p> + Harrington laughed coldly. “I’m sorry not to oblige you, Mr. Dryden. If + you understood my point of view you would see that what you propose is out + of the question. I was commissioned to write up the Ward-Upton obsequies, + and I alone must do so.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke they were passing at a lively gait through the picturesquely + shaded main street of a small country town and were almost abreast of the + only tavern of the place, which wore the appearance of having been + recently remodelled and repainted to meet the demands of modern road + travel. + </p> + <p> + “Your point of view? What is your point of view?” + </p> + <p> + Before Harrington had time to begin to put into speech the statement of + his principles there was a sudden loud explosion beneath them like the + discharge of a huge pistol, and the machine came abruptly to a stop. So + unexpected and startling was the shock that the reporter sprang from the + car and in his nervous annoyance at once vented the hasty conclusion at + which he arrived in the words: “I see; this is a trap, and you are a + modern highwayman whose stunt will make good Sunday reading in cold + print.” He wore a sarcastic smile, and his sharp eyes gleamed like a + ferret’s. + </p> + <p> + Dryden regarded him humorously with his steady gaze. “Gently there; it’s + only a tire gone. Do you suspect me of trying to trifle with the sacred + liberties of the press?” + </p> + <p> + “I certainly did, sir. It looks very much like it.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you agree that I chose a very inappropriate place for my purpose. + ‘The Old Homestead’ there is furnished with a telephone, a livery-stable, + and all the modern protections against highway robbery. Besides, there is + a cold chicken and a bottle of choice claret in the basket with which to + supplement the larder of our host of the inn. We will take luncheon while + my chauffeur is placing us on an even keel again, and no time will be + lost. You will even have ten minutes in which to put pen to paper while + the table is being laid.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington as a nervous man was no less promptly generous in his impulses + when convinced of error than he was quick to scent out a hostile plot. “I + beg your pardon, Mr. Dryden. I see I was mistaken.” He thrust out a lean + hand by way of amity. “Can’t I help?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, thank you. My man will attend to everything.” + </p> + <p> + “You see I got the idea to begin with and then the explosion following so + close upon your offer——” + </p> + <p> + “Quite so,” exclaimed Dryden. “A suspicious coincidence, I admit.” He + shook the proffered fingers without a shadow of resentment. “I dare say my + dust-coat and goggles give me quite the highwayman effect,” he continued + jollily. + </p> + <p> + “They sort of got on my nerves, I guess.” Under the spell of his generous + impulse various bits of local color flattering to his companion began to + suggest themselves to Harrington for his article, and he added: “I’ll take + advantage of that suggestion of yours and get to work until luncheon is + ready.” + </p> + <p> + Some fifteen minutes later they were seated opposite to each other at an + appetizing meal. As Dryden finished his first glass of claret, he asked: + </p> + <p> + “Did you know Richard Upton?” + </p> + <p> + “The man who was killed? Not personally. But I have read about him in the + society papers.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” There was a deep melancholy in the intonation which caused the + reporter to look at his companion a little sharply. For a moment Dryden + stirred in his chair as though about to make some comment, and twisted the + morsel of bread at his fingers’ ends into a small pellet. But he poured + out another glass of claret for each of them and said: + </p> + <p> + “He was the salt of the earth.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me about him. I should be glad to know. I might——” + </p> + <p> + “There’s so little to tell—it was principally charm. He was one of + the most unostentatious, unselfish, high-minded, consistent men I ever + knew. Completely a gentleman in the finest sense of that overworked word.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s very interesting. I should be glad——” + </p> + <p> + Dryden shook his head. “You didn’t know him well enough. It was like the + delicacy of the rose—finger it and it falls to pieces. No offence to + you, of course. I doubt my own ability to do him justice, well as I knew + him. But you put a stopper on that—and you were right. My kind + regards,” he said, draining his second glass of claret. “The laborer is + worthy of his hire, the artist must not be interfered with. It was an + impertinence of me to ask to do your work.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington’s eyes gleamed. “It’s pleasant to be appreciated—to have + one’s point of view comprehended. It isn’t pleasant to butt in where + you’re not wanted, but there’s something bigger than that involved, the——” + </p> + <p> + “Quite so; it was a cruel bribe; and many men in your shoes would not have + been proof against it.” + </p> + <p> + “And you were in dead earnest, too, though for a moment I couldn’t believe + it. But the point is—and that’s what I mean—that the public—gentlemen + like you and ladies like the handsome one who looked daggers at me this + morning—don’t realize that the world is bound to have the news on + its breakfast-table and supper-table, and that when a man is in the + business and knows his business and is trying to do the decent thing and + the acceptable artistic thing, too, if I do say it, he is entitled to be + taken seriously and—and trusted. There are incompetent men—rascals + even—in my calling. What I contend is that you’d no right to assume + that I wouldn’t do the inevitable thing decently merely because you saw me + there. For, if you only knew it, I was saying to myself at that very + moment that for a funeral it was the most tastefully handled I ever + attended.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the inevitable thing; that’s just it. My manners were bad to begin + to with, and later—” Dryden leaned forward with his elbows on the + table and his head between his hands, scanning his eager companion. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t mention it. You see, it was a matter of pride with me. And now it’s + up to me to state that if there’s anything in particular you’d like me to + mention about the deceased gentleman or lady——” + </p> + <p> + Dryden sighed at the reminder, “One of the loveliest and most pure-hearted + of women.” + </p> + <p> + “That shall go down,” said the reporter, mistaking the apostrophe for an + answer, and he drew a note-book from his side pocket. + </p> + <p> + Dryden raised his hand by way of protest. “I was merely thinking aloud. + No, we must trust you.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington bowed. He hesitated, then by way of noticing the plural + allusion in the speech added: “It was your young lady’s look which wounded + me the most. And she said something. I don’t suppose you’d care to tell me + what she said? It wasn’t flattering, I’m sure of that, but it was on the + tip of her tongue. I admit I’m mildly curious as to what it was.” + </p> + <p> + Dryden reflected a moment. “You’ve written your article?” he asked, + indicating the note-book. + </p> + <p> + “It’s all mapped out in my mind, and I’ve finished the introduction.” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t ask to see it because we trust you. But I’ll make a compact with + you.” Dryden held out a cigar to his adversary and proceeded to light one + for himself. “Supposing what the lady said referred to something which you + have written there, would you agree to cut it out?” + </p> + <p> + Harrington looked gravely knowing. “You think you can tell what I have + written?” he asked, tapping his note-book. + </p> + <p> + Dryden took a puff. “Very possibly not. I am merely supposing. But in case + the substance of her criticism—for she did criticise—should + prove to be almost word for word identical with something in your + handwriting—would you agree?” + </p> + <p> + Harrington shrugged his shoulders. “Against the automobile as a stake, if + it proves not to be?” he inquired by way of expressing his incredulity. + </p> + <p> + “Gladly.” + </p> + <p> + “Let it be rather against another luncheon with you as agreeable as this.” + </p> + <p> + “Done. I will write her exact language here on this piece of paper and + then we will exchange copy.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington sat pleasantly amused, yet puzzled, while Dryden wrote and + folded the paper. Then he proffered his note-book with nervous alacrity. + “Read aloud until you come to the place,” he said jauntily. + </p> + <p> + Dryden scanned for a moment the memoranda, then looked up. “It is all here + at the beginning, just as she prophesied,” he said, with a promptness + which was almost radiant, and he read as follows: “The dual funeral of + Miss Josephine Ward, the leading society girl, and Richard Upton, the + well-known club man, took place this morning at—” He paused and + said: “Read now what you have there.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington flushed, then scowled, but from perplexity. He was seeking + enlightenment before he proceeded further, so he unfolded the paper with a + deliberation unusual to him, which afforded time to Dryden to remark with + clear precision: + </p> + <p> + “Those were her very words.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington read aloud: “‘Look at that man; he is taking notes. Oh, he will + describe them in his newspaper as a leading society girl and a well-known + club man, and they will turn in their graves. If you love me, stop it.’” + </p> + <p> + There was a brief pause. The reporter pondered, visibly chagrined and + disappointed. The silence was broken by Dryden. “Do you not understand?” + he inquired. + </p> + <p> + “Frankly, I do not altogether. I—I thought they’d like it.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course you did, my dear fellow; there’s the ghastly humor of it; the + dire tragedy, rather.” As he spoke he struck his closed hand gently but + firmly on the table, and regarded the reporter with the compressed lips of + one who is about to vent a long pent-up grievance. + </p> + <p> + “He was in four clubs; I looked him up,” Harrington still protested in + dazed condition. + </p> + <p> + “And they seemed to you his chief title to distinction? You thought they + did him honor? He would have writhed in his grave, as Miss Mayberry said. + Like it? When the cheap jack or the social climber dies, he may like it, + but not the gentleman or lady. Leading society girl? Why, every shop-girl + who commits suicide is immortalized in the daily press as ‘a leading + society girl,’ and every deceased Tom, Dick, or Harry has become a + ‘well-known club man.’ It has added a new terror to death. Thank God, my + friends will be spared!” + </p> + <p> + Harrington felt of his chin. “You object to the promiscuity of it, so to + speak. It’s because everybody is included?” + </p> + <p> + “No, man, to the fundamental indignity of it. To the baseness of the metal + which the press glories in using for a social crown.” + </p> + <p> + Harrington drew himself up a little. “If the press does it, it’s because + most people like it and regard it as a tribute.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! But my friends do not. You spoke just now of your point of view. This + is ours. Think it over, Mr. Harrington, and you will realize that there is + something in it.” He sat back in his chair with the air of a man who has + pulled victory out of the jaws of defeat and is well content. + </p> + <p> + Harrington meditated a moment. “However that be, one thing is certain—it + has got to come out. It will come out. You may rest assured of that, Mr. + Dryden.” So saying he reached for his note-book and proceeded to run a + pencil through the abnoxious paragraph. + </p> + <p> + “You have won your bet and—and the young lady, too, Sir Knight, I + trust. You seem to have found your niche.” Which goes to prove that the + reporter was a magnanimous fellow at heart. + </p> + <p> + Dryden forbore to commit himself as to the condition of his hopes as he + thanked his late adversary for this expression of good-will. Ten minutes + later they were sitting in the rehabilitated motor-car and speeding + rapidly toward New York. When they reached the city Dryden insisted on + leaving the reporter at his doorsteps, a courtesy which went straight to + Harrington’s heart, for, as he expected would be the case, his wife and + son Tesla were looking out of the window at the moment of his arrival and + saw him dash up to the curbstone. His sturdy urchin ran out forthwith to + inspect the mysteries of the huge machine. As it vanished down the street + Harrington put an arm round Tesla and went to meet the wife of his bosom. + </p> + <p> + “Who is your new friend, Paul?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + It rose to Harrington’s lips to say—an hour before he would have + said confidently—“a well-known club man”; but he swallowed the + phrase before it was uttered and answered thoughtfully: + </p> + <p> + “It was one of the funeral guests, who gave me a lift in his motor, and + has taught me a thing or two about modern journalism on the way up. I got + stung.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought you knew everything there is to know about that,” remarked Mrs. + Harrington with the fidelity of a true spouse. + </p> + <p> + To this her husband at the moment made no response. When, six months + later, however, he received an invitation to the wedding of Walter Dryden + and Miss Florence Mayberry, he remarked in her presence, as he sharpened + his pencil for the occasion: “Those swells have trusted me to write it up + after all.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE ROMANCE OF A SOUL + </h2> + <p> + When Marion Willis became a schoolmistress in the Glendale public school + at twenty-two she regarded her employment as a transient occupation, to be + terminated presently by marriage. She possessed an imaginative + temperament, and one of her favorite and most satisfying habits was to + evoke from the realm of the future a proper hero, shining with zeal and + virtue like Sir Galahad, in whose arms she would picture herself living + happily ever after a sweet courtship, punctuated by due maidenly + hesitation. This fondness for letting her fancy run riot and evolve + visions splendid with happenings for her own advancement and gladness was + not confined to matrimonial day-dreams. On the morning when she entered + the school-house door for the first time the eyes of her mind saw the + curtain which veils the years divide, and she beheld herself a famous + educator, still young, but long since graduated from primary teaching. She + forgot the vision of her Sir Galahad there. Nor were the circumstances of + her several day-dreams necessarily consistent in other respects. It + sufficed for her spiritual exaltation that they should be merely a + fairy-like manifestation in her own favor. But though she loved to give + her imagination rein, the fairy-like quality of these visions was patent + to Miss Willis, for she possessed a quiet sense of humor as a sort of + east-wind supplementary to the sentimental and poetic properties of her + nature. She had a way of poking fun at herself, which, when exercised, + sent the elfin figures scattering with a celerity suggestive of the + departure of her own pupils at the tinkle of the bell for dismissal. Then + she was left alone with her humor and her New England conscience, that + stern adjuster of real values and enemy of spiritual dissipation. This + same conscience was a vigilant monitor in the matter of her + school-teaching, despite Miss Willis’s reasonable hope that Sir Galahad + would claim her soon. The hope would have been reasonable in the case of + any one of her sex, for every woman is said to be given at least one + opportunity to become a wife; but in the case of Miss Willis nature had + been more than commonly bounteous. She was not a beauty, but she was sweet + and fresh-looking, with clear, honest eyes, and a cheery, gracious manner + such as is apt to captivate discerning men. She was one of those wholesome + spirits, earnest and refined, yet prone to laughter, which do not remain + long unmated in the ordinary course of human experience. But her + conscience did not permit her to dwell on this advantage to the detriment + of her scholars. + </p> + <p> + Miss Willis lived at home with her mother. They owned their small house. + The other expenses were defrayed from the daughter’s salary; hence strict + economy was obligatory, and the expenditure of every five-dollar bill was + a matter of moment. Miss Willis’s father had died when she was a baby. The + meagre sum of money which he left had sufficed to keep his widow and only + child from want until Marion’s majority. All had been spent except the + house; but, as Miss Willis now proudly reflected, she had become a + breadwinner, and her mother’s declining years were shielded from poverty. + They would be able to manage famously until Sir Galahad arrived, and when + he came one of the joys of her surrender would be that her mother’s old + age would be brightened by a few luxuries. + </p> + <p> + Glendale, as its name denotes, had been a rustic village. When Miss Willis + was engaged (to teach school, not to be married) it was a thriving, + bustling, overgrown, manufacturing town already yearning to become a city. + By the end of another five years Glendale had realized its ambition, and + Miss Willis was still a teacher in its crowded grammar-school. How the + years creep, yet how they fly, when one is busy with regular, routine + employment! The days are such a repetition of each other that they + sometimes seem very long, but when one pauses and looks back one starts at + the accumulation of departed time, and deplores the swiftness of the + seasons. + </p> + <p> + Five years had but slightly dimmed the freshness of Miss Willis’s charms. + She was as comely as ever. She was a trifle stouter, a trifle less girlish + in manner, and only a trifle—what shall we call it?—wilted in + appearance. The close atmosphere of a school-room is not conducive to + rosiness of complexion; and the constant strain of guiding over forty + immature minds in the paths of knowledge will weigh upon the flesh, though + the soul be patient and the heart light. Miss Willis’s class comprised the + children whose average age was twelve to thirteen—those who had been + in the school three years. There were both boys and girls, and they + remained with her a year. She had begun with the youngest children, but + promotion had presently established her in this position. + </p> + <p> + Forty immature minds—minds just groping on the threshold of life—to + be watched, shaped, and helped for ten months, and their individual needs + treated with sympathy and patience. For ten months—the school term,—then + to be exchanged for a new batch, and so from year to year. Glendale’s + manufacturing population included several nationalities, so that the + little army of scholars which sat under Miss Willis’s eye included Poles, + Italians, negroes, and now and then a youthful Chinaman, as well as the + sons and daughters of the merchant, the tailor, the butcher, and baker, + and other citizens whose title as Americans was of older date. It was not + easy to keep the atmosphere of such a school-room wholesome, for the + apparel of the poorest children, though often well darned, was not always + clean, and the ventilating apparatus represented a political job. But it + was Miss Willis’s pride that she knew the identity of every one of her + boys and girls, and carried it by force of love and will written on her + brain as well as on the desk-tablets which she kept as a safeguard against + possible lapses of memory. She loved her classes, and it was a grief to + her at first to be obliged to pass them on at the end of the school year. + But habit reconciles us to the inevitable, and she presently learned to + steel her heart against a too sensitive point of view in this respect, and + to supplement the bleeding ties thus rudely severed with a fresh set + without crying her eyes out. Yet though faithful teachers are thus + schooled to forget, they rarely do, and Miss Willis found herself keeping + track, in her mind’s eye, of her little favorites—some of them + youthful reprobates—in their progress up the ladder of knowledge and + out into the world. + </p> + <p> + But what of Sir Galahad? He had dallied, but about this time—the + sixth year of her life as a teacher—he appeared. Not as she had + imagined him—a lover of great personal distinction, amazing talents, + compelling virtues, and large estates; yet, nevertheless, a presentable + being in trousers, whose devotion touched her maidenly heart until it + reciprocated the passion which his lips expressed. He was a young + bookkeeper in a banker’s office, with a taste for literary matters and a + respectable gift for private theatricals. A small social club was the + medium by which they became intimate. Sir Galahad was refined in + appearance and bearing, a trifle too delicate for perfect manliness, yet, + as Miss Willis’s mother justly observed, a gentle soul to live with. He + had a taste for poetry, and a sentimental vein which manifested itself in + verses of a Wordsworthian simplicity descriptive of his lady-love’s + charms. No wonder Marion fell in love with him, and renounced, without + even a sigh of regret, her vision of a husband with lordly means. Sir + Galahad had only his small means, which were not enough for a matrimonial + venture. They would wait in the hope that some opportunity for preferment + would present itself. So for three years—years when she was in the + heyday of her comeliness—they attended the social club as an engaged + couple, and fed their mutual passion on the poets and occasional chaste + embraces. Marion felt sure that something would happen before long to + redeem the situation and establish her Sir Galahad in the seat to which + his merit entitled him. Her favorite vision was of some providential + catastrophe, even an epidemic or wholesale maiming, by which the partners + of the banking-house and all in authority over her lover should be + temporarily incapacitated, and the entire burden of the business be thrown + on his shoulders long enough to demonstrate his true worth. As a sequel + she beheld him promptly admitted to partnership and herself blissfully + married. + </p> + <p> + The course of events did not respect her vision. After they had been + engaged nearly four years Sir Galahad came to the conclusion one day that + the only hope of establishing himself in business on his own account was + (to repeat his own metaphor) to seize the bull by the horns and go West. + Marion bravely and enthusiastically seconded his resolution, and fired his + spirit by her own prophecy as to his rapid success. Western real estate + for Eastern investors was the line of business to which Sir Galahad + decided to fasten his hopes. He set forth upon his crusade protesting that + within a twelvemonth he would win a home for Marion and her mother in the + fashionable quarter of St. Paul, Minn., and carrying in his valise a + toilet-case tastefully embroidered by his sweetheart, in a corner of which + were emblazoned two hearts beating as one. + </p> + <p> + Marion returned to her scholars more than ever convinced that her + employment was but a transient occupation. What followed was this: Sir + Galahad put out his sign as a broker in Western real estate for Eastern + investors, and fifteen months slipped away before he earned more than his + bare living expenses. He had carried with him his poetic tastes and his + gift for private theatricals. The first of these he exercised in his fond + letters home; the second he employed for the entertainment of the social + club in St. Paul, to which he presently obtained admittance. By the end of + the second year he was doing better financially, but his letters to Marion + had become less frequent and less frank in regard to his own circumstances + and doings. There came a letter at last from Sir Galahad—a letter of + eight pages of soul stress and sorrow, as he would have called it, and of + disingenuous wriggling, as the world would call it—in which he + explained as delicately as was possible under the circumstances that his + love for Miss Willis had become the love of a brother for a sister, and + that he was engaged to be married to Miss Virginia Crumb, the only + daughter of Hon. Cephas I. Crumb, owner and treasurer of the Astarte Metal + Works, of Minnesota. Exit Sir Galahad! And following his perfidy Marion’s + imagination evoked a vision of revenge in which she figured as the + plaintiff in a breach-of-promise suit, and had the fierce yet melancholy + joy of confronting him and his new love face to face before a sympathizing + judge and jury. But her New England conscience and her sense of humor + combined disposed of this vision in a summary fashion, so that she let Sir + Galahad off with the assurance that it was a happiness to her that he had + discovered how little he cared before it was too late. Then her New + England conscience bade her settle down to her teaching with a grim + courage, and be thankful that she had never been unfaithful to her work. + Also her sense of humor told her that she must not assume all men to be + false because Sir Galahad had been. It was then, when she needed him + sorely, that destiny introduced on the scene Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy was no Sir Galahad. He was a chunky, round-faced school-boy with + brown hair, which, when it had not been cut for a month, blossomed into + close, curly tangles. At first sight Jimmy was dull-eyed, and in the class + his mental processes were so slow that he had already acquired among his + mates the reputation of being stupid. The teacher who had taught him last + confided to Miss Willis that she feared Jimmy was hopeless. Hopeless! + Somehow the word went to Marion’s heart. Not that she was hopeless; far + from it, she would have told you. But her sense of humor did not conceal + from her that in spite of her grin-and-bear-it mien, she was far from + happy. At any rate, the suggestion that Jimmy was hopeless awoke a + sympathetic chord in her breast, so that she looked at him more tenderly + on the day after she had been told. Jimmy was slow of speech and rather + dirty as to his face. There were warts on his hands, and his sphinx-like + countenance was impassive almost to the point of stolidity. Somehow, + though, Miss Willis said to herself, in her zeal to characterize him + fairly, the little thirteen-year-old product of democracy (Jimmy was the + son of a carpenter and a grocer’s daughter) suggested power; suggested it + as a block of granite or a bull-dog suggests it. His compact, sturdy frame + and well-poised head, with its close, brown curls, seemed a protest in + themselves against hopelessness. On the third day he smiled; it was in + recess that she detected him at it. An organ-grinder’s monkey in the + school-yard called it forth, a sweet, glad smile, which lit up his dense + features as the sun at twilight will pierce through and illuminate for a + few minutes a sullen cloud-bank. Miss Willis saw in a vision on the spot a + refuge from hopelessness. Behind that smile there must be a winsome soul. + That spiritless expression was but a veil or rind hiding the germs of + sensibility and reason. This was discovery number one. After it came + darkness again, so far as outward manifestation was concerned. Jimmy’s + attitude toward his lessons appeared to be one of utter density. He + listened with blank but slightly lowered eyes. When questioned he + generally gurgled inarticulately, as though seeking a response, then broke + down. Occasionally he essayed an answer, which revealed that he had + understood nothing. Oftener he sought refuge in complete silence. But hope + had been stimulated in Miss Willis’s breast, and she relaxed neither + scrutiny nor tenderness. One day matters were brought to a head by the + thoughtless jest of a classmate, a flaxen-haired fairy, who, in the recess + following one of Jimmy’s least successful gurgles, crept up behind him and + planted upon his curls a brown-paper cap, across which the little witch + had painted “DUNCE” in large capital letters. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy did not know what had happened. For a moment he thought, perhaps, + that he had been introduced to some new game. But the jeers of the + children checked the rising smile and led him to pluck at his forehead. As + he gazed at the fool’s-cap in his hand a roar of merciless laughter + greeted his discovery. Miss Willis had realized the fairy’s deed too late + to prevent the catastrophe. The sharp tap of her ruler on the desk + produced a silence interjected with giggles. The fairy was a successful + scholar, and would not have harmed a fly willingly. It was a case of fun—the + rough expression of an indisputable fact. Jimmy was such a dunce that he + ought really to wear the brand as a notice to the world. What Miss Willis + said by way of reproof to the fairy is immaterial. If Jimmy heard it he + gave no sign. He dropped his head upon his desk and was sobbing audibly. + The bewildered children hearkened to the protest against cruelty with that + elfin look which mischievous youth dares assume, while the culprit stood + with a finger in her mouth, not quite understanding the enormity of her + conduct. In a moment more they were in the school-yard, and Miss Willis + was beside Jimmy’s desk patting his tangled head. He wept as though his + heart would break. + </p> + <p> + “No matter, Jimmy; it was only a thoughtless jest. She didn’t mean to hurt + your feelings.” + </p> + <p> + Her words and variations on the same theme called forth successive bursts + of sobs. Only silence diminished their intensity. When at last they had + become only quiverings of his shoulders he looked up and said, with a wail + of fierce despair, but with a grasp upon self which was a fresh + revelation: + </p> + <p> + “It’s true; it’s true! She did it because I’m so stupid!” + </p> + <p> + Thereupon his shoulders shook again convulsively, and he burst into fresh + grief. + </p> + <p> + Marion’s arms were about him in an instant. “Jimmy, Jimmy, it is not true! + You are not stupid! You and I will fight it out together! Will you trust + me, Jimmy?” + </p> + <p> + He sobbed, but she could perceive that he was listening. Had her hope + become his? Surely they were words he had never heard before. + </p> + <p> + “Jimmy, listen to me. I have found out something, and all owing to that + ridiculous dunce-cap. It is I who have been stupid. I never knew until now + how much you wish to learn and to improve. You are not stupid, Jimmy. I am + sure of it. You are slow, but you and I will put our heads together and + make the best of that. Will you try with me, Jimmy?” + </p> + <p> + The curly head was raised again. His tear-stained eyes looked out at her + shyly, but with a beam of astonished gratitude. From his quivering lips + fell a low but resolute “Yes, ma’am!” + </p> + <p> + “We will begin to-day. We need each other, Jimmy.” + </p> + <p> + As a work of art grows slowly from confusion and lack of form to coherence + and symmetry to the moral joy of its maker, so her experience in human + plastic enterprise filled the heart of Miss Willis with a vital happiness. + For two years—day in and day out—she never flagged in her task + of giving sight to the eyes and ears to the mind of the unshaped clay + which fate had put into her hands for making or marring. How patient she + had to be! How ingenious, vigilant, and sympathetic! Through working upon + the souls of Jimmy’s father and mother by pathetic appeal she obtained + permission to keep him an hour after school each day and drill him step by + step, inch by inch. She brought her midday meal and shared it with him. In + the evening she framed cunning devices to lure his budding intelligence. + And from the very first she beheld her figure of human ignorance respond + to her gentle moulding. Jimmy’s soul was first of all a hot-spring of + ambition; the evidences of which, when once recognized, were ever + paramount. But how blocked and intricate were the passages through which + this yearning for fame sought to express itself! Sometimes it seemed even + to her as though she would never dissipate the fog-bank which tortured his + intelligence. But Jimmy was patient, too, and his bull-dog features were + but the reflex of a grim tenacity of purpose. At the end of the first year + she reported that he was unfit to be promoted, in order that she need not + lose him just when he needed her most. She was able to make clear to Jimmy + that this was not a disgrace, but a sign of progress. But when the end of + the second year came she passed him on with only the qualm of love parting + with its own. Her task was done. The dull, clouded brow was clear with the + light of eager reason; the still struggling faculties had begun to + understand that in slowness there was the compensation of power, and were + resolute with hope. + </p> + <p> + “Good-by, Miss Willis. I’m going to be at the head of my class next year; + see if I’m not!” + </p> + <p> + So said Jimmy as he left her. She hesitated a moment, then stooped and + kissed him. It made her blush, for she had never kissed a pupil before, + nor any one but her mother since Sir Galahad. It made Jimmy blush, too, + for he did not know exactly what to make of it. So they parted, and Jimmy + went up the ladder of knowledge for two years more at that school. He was + not the head of his class; he was number five the first year and number + three the second. When he graduated he promised to write; but, boylike, he + never did, so he vanished into the open polar world, and was lost to the + eyes of the woman who had grown gray in his service. + </p> + <p> + Yes, Miss Willis had grown gray. That is, there were more or less becoming + threads of silver in her maiden tresses, and the dignity of middle age had + added inches to her waist and a few interesting lines to her forehead. + There was no new Sir Galahad on the horizon even of her day-dreams, and + her mother was in failing health. Mrs. Willis continued now to fail for + five years—years which taxed her daughter’s strength, though not her + affection. Pupils came and went—pupils to whom she gave herself with + the faithfulness of her New England conscience—but no one exactly + like Jimmy. He remained unique, yet lost in the maze of life. When her + mother died she settled down as an incorrigible old maid, and her + daydreams knew no more the vision of a love coming from the clouds to + possess her. Nor did the years bring with them realization of that other + vision—herself enthroned in the public mind as a wonderful educator + to whom the world should bow. She was only Miss Marion Willis, the next to + the oldest and the most respected teacher of the Glendale grammar-school. + So she found herself at the end of twenty-five years of continuous + service. It did occur to her as a delightful possibility that the + authorities or scholars or somebody would observe this quarter-centennial + anniversary in a suitable manner, and a vision danced before her mind’s + eye of a surprise-party bearing a pretty piece of silver or a clock as a + memorial of her life-work. But the date came and passed without comment + from any source, and Marion’s sense of humor made the best of it by + drinking her own health on the evening of the day in question, and + congratulating herself that she loved her work and was happy. At that + supper there was no guest save Jimmy’s tintype, which she fetched from the + mantelpiece and leaned against the cake-basket on the table. Jimmy stood + now not only for himself, but for a little army of struggling souls upon + whom her patient intelligence had been freely lavished. + </p> + <p> + Of course, Jimmy was found. Miss Willis had always felt sure that he would + be. But ten years more had slipped away before he was brought to light. + One day she discovered his name in the newspaper as a rising political + constellation, and she was convinced, without the least particle of + evidence to support her credulity, that the James in question was her + Jimmy. His name had suddenly become prominent in the political firmament + on account of his resolute conduct as the mayor of a Western city. The + public had been impressed by his strength and pluck and executive ability, + working successfully against a gang of municipal cutthroats, and his name + was being paraded over the country. + </p> + <p> + “I’ve half a mind to write to him and discover if it’s he,” Miss Willis + said to herself. “How surprised he would be to receive a postal card ‘Are + you my Jimmy?’” But somehow she refrained. She did not wish to run the + risk of disappointment, though she was sure it was he. She preferred to + wait and to watch him now that she had him under her eye again. This was + an easy thing to do, for Jimmy the mayor became Jimmy the governor before + two years had passed, and one morning Miss Willis found facing her in the + Daily Dispatch a newspaper cut of large dimensions which set her heart + beating as it had not throbbed since the days of Sir Galahad. It was a + portrait of her Jimmy; Jimmy magnified and grown into a hirsute man, but + the same old Jimmy with the tangled hair, serious brow, and large, + pathetic eyes. Miss Willis laughed and Miss Willis cried, and presently, + after she had time to realize the full meaning of what had happened, she + had a vision of Jimmy in the White House, and herself, a venerable yet + hale old woman, standing beside him in a famous company, and Jimmy was + saying before them all, “I wish to make you acquainted with my dear + teacher—the woman to whom I owe my start in life.” The idea tickled + her imagination, and she said to herself that she would keep the secret + until that happy day arrived. What a delightful secret it was, and how + surprised he would be when she said to him, “I suppose you don’t recognize + me, Jimmy?” Then, perhaps, he would embrace her before everybody, and the + newspapers would have her picture and give the particulars of her life. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + Jimmy was not elected President until four years later, and in the + meantime Miss Willis kept her secret. When he was nominated, and the + details of his career were eagerly sought for, it was announced by the + press that in early life he had attended the Glendale grammar-school, and + the fact was regarded by the authorities as a feather in the school’s cap, + and was commemorated during the campaign by the display in the exhibition + hall of a large picture of the candidate festooned with an American flag. + It was vaguely remembered that he had been under Miss Willis, among other + teachers, but the whole truth was unknown to anybody, and Marion’s New + England conscience shrank from obtaining glory and sympathy through brag. + She hugged her secret, and bore it with her intact when she took her + departure for Washington to attend the inauguration ceremonies. She did + not tell the authorities where she was going when she asked for a short + leave of absence—the first she had ever requested in all her years + of service. She was setting forth on the spree of her life, and her spirit + was jubilant at the thought of Jimmy’s amazement when he found out who she + was. + </p> + <p> + A day came at last, after the new chief magistrate had taken the oaths of + office and was in possession of the White House, when the American public + was at liberty to file past their President and shake his hand in their + might as free men and free women. Miss Willis had not been able to obtain + a location near enough to the inauguration proceedings to distinguish more + than the portly figure of a man, or to hear anything except the roar of + the multitude. But now she was to have the chance to meet Jimmy face to + face and overwhelm him with her secret. Little by little the file of + visitors advanced on its passage toward the nation’s representative, and + presently Miss Willis caught her first glimpse of Sir Galahad—her + real Sir Galahad. Her heart throbbed tumultuously. It was he—her + Jimmy; he, beyond the shadow of a doubt; a strong, grave, resolute man; + the prototype of human power and American intelligence. + </p> + <p> + Her Jimmy! She let her eyes fall, for it would soon be her turn, and her + nerves were all tingling with a happy mixture of pride and diffidence. Her + vision, her dearest vision, was about to be realized. There was no chance + for delusion or disappointment now. So it seemed. Yet, as she stood there + waiting, with her New England conscience and her sense of humor still + active, of a sudden her imagination was seized by a new prospect. Why + should she tell her secret? What was the use? There he stood—her + Jimmy—good, great, and successful, and she had helped to make him + so. Nothing could ever deprive her of that. The truth was hers forever. + She was only an elderly spinster. Perhaps he would have forgotten. He was + but fifteen when he left her, and he had never written to her during all + these years. Very likely he did not realize at all what she had done for + him. Nothing which he could do for her now would add to the joy of her + heart. Secret? To share it with him might spoil all. The chances were it + was her secret only; that only she could understand it. + </p> + <p> + She was close to the President now, and some one at her ear was asking her + name. Suddenly she heard her name called, and stepping forward she was + face to face with her soul’s knight, and he was holding her hand. + </p> + <p> + “I am very glad to see you, Miss Willis,” she heard him say. + </p> + <p> + She had been stepping shyly, with her eyes lowered. At his words, spoken + in a voice which for all its manliness was still the same, she looked up + into his face and murmured, as she pressed his fingers: + </p> + <p> + “God bless you, sir!” + </p> + <p> + She did not even say “Jimmy.” Then she passed, and—and her secret + was safe. + </p> + <p> + Six months later Miss Willis was found one morning dead in her bed. She + had died peacefully in her sleep. When her personal effects were + administered there was noticed on the mantelpiece in her sitting-room a + mounted tintype, on the paper back of which were two inscriptions. Of + these the upper, in faded ink, was dated forty years before and read “From + Jimmy.” The other, recent and written with the pen of an elderly person, + ran as follows: “Portrait of the President of the United States as a + school-boy.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + AN EXCHANGE OF COURTESIES + </h2> + <h3> + I + </h3> + <p> + In the opinion of many persons competent to judge, “The Beaches” was + suffering from an invasion of wealth. Unquestionably it had been + fashionable for a generation; but the people who had established summer + homes there were inhabitants of the large neighboring city which they + forsook during five months in the year to enjoy the ocean breezes and + sylvan scenery, for The Beaches afforded both. Well-to-do New England + families of refinement and taste, they enjoyed in comfort, without + ostentation, their picturesque surroundings. Their cottages were simple; + but each had its charming outlook to sea and a sufficient number of more + or less wooded acres to command privacy and breathing space. In the early + days the land had sold for a song, but it had risen steadily with the + times, as more and more people coveted a foothold. The last ten years had + introduced many changes; the older houses had been pulled down and + replaced by lordly structures with all the modern conveniences, including + spacious stables and farm buildings. Two clubs had been organized along + the six miles of coast to provide golf and tennis, afternoon teas and + bridge whist for the entertainment of the colony. The scale of living had + become more elaborate, and there had been many newcomers—people of + large means who offered for the finest sites sums which the owners could + not afford to refuse. The prices paid in several instances represented ten + times the original outlay. All the desirable locations were held by + proprietors fully aware of their value, and those bent on purchase must + pay what was asked or go without. + </p> + <p> + Then had occurred the invasion referred to—the coming to The Beaches + of the foreign contingent, so called: people of fabulous means, + multi-millionaires who were captains in one or another form of industry + and who sought this resort as a Mecca for the social uplifting of their + families and protection against summer heat. At their advent prices made + another jump—one which took the breath away. Several of the most + conservative owners parted with their estates after naming a figure which + they supposed beyond the danger point, and half a dozen second-rate + situations, affording but a paltry glimpse of the ocean, were snapped up + in eager competition by wealthy capitalists from Chicago, Pittsburg, and + St. Louis who had set their hearts on securing the best there was + remaining. + </p> + <p> + Among the late comers was Daniel Anderson, known as the furniture king in + the jargon of trade, many times a millionaire, and comparatively a person + of leisure through the sale of his large plants to a trust. He hired for + the season, by long-distance telephone, at an amazing rental, one of the + more desirable places which was to let on account of the purpose of its + owners to spend the summer abroad. It was one of the newer houses, large + and commodious; yet its facilities were severely taxed by the Anderson + establishment, which fairly bristled with complexity. Horses by the score, + vehicles manifold, a steam yacht, and three automobiles were the more + striking symbols of a manifest design to curry favor by force of outdoing + the neighborhood. + </p> + <p> + The family consisted of Mrs. Anderson, who was nominally an invalid, and a + son and daughter of marriageable age. If it be stated that they were chips + of the old block, meaning their father, it must not be understood that he + had reached the moribund stage. On the contrary, he was still in the prime + of his energy, and, with the exception of the housekeeping details, set in + motion and directed the machinery of the establishment. + </p> + <p> + It had been his idea to come to The Beaches; and having found a foothold + there he was determined to make the most of the opportunity not only for + his children but himself. With his private secretary and typewriter at his + elbow he matured his scheme of carrying everything before him socially as + he had done in business. The passport to success in this new direction he + assumed to be lavish expenditure. It was a favorite maxim of his—trite + yet shrewdly entertained—that money will buy anything, and every man + has his price. So he began by subscribing to everything, when asked, twice + as much as any one else, and seeming to regard it as a privilege. Whoever + along The Beaches was interested in charity had merely to present a + subscription list to Mr. Anderson to obtain a liberal donation. The + equivalent was acquaintance. The man or woman who asked him for money + could not very well neglect to bow the next time they met, and so by the + end of the first summer he was on speaking terms with most of the men and + many of the women. Owing to his generosity, the fund for the building of a + new Episcopal church was completed, although he belonged to a different + denomination. He gave a drinking fountain for horses and dogs, and when + the selectmen begrudged to the summer residents the cost of rebuilding two + miles of road, Daniel Anderson defrayed the expense from his own pocket. + An ardent devotee of golf, and daily on the links, he presented toward the + end of the season superb trophies for the competition of both men and + women, with the promise of others in succeeding years. In short, he gave + the society whose favor he coveted to understand that it had merely “to + press the button” and he would do the rest. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Andersen’s nearest neighbors were the Misses Ripley—Miss Rebecca + and Miss Caroline, or Carry, as she was invariably called. They were among + the oldest summer residents, for their father had been among the first to + recognize the attractions of The Beaches, and their childhood had been + passed there. Now they were middle-aged women and their father was dead; + but they continued to occupy season after season their cottage, the + location of which was one of the most picturesque on the whole shore. The + estate commanded a wide ocean view and included some charming woods on one + side and a small, sandy, curving beach on the other. The only view of the + water which the Andersons possessed was at an angle across this beach. The + house they occupied, though twice the size of the Ripley cottage, was + virtually in the rear of the Ripley domain, which lay tantalizingly + between them and a free sweep of the landscape. + </p> + <p> + One morning, early in October of the year of Mr. Anderson’s advent to The + Beaches, the Ripley sisters, who were sitting on the piazza enjoying the + mellow haze of the autumn sunshine, saw, with some surprise, Mr. David + Walker, the real-estate broker, approaching across the lawn—surprise + because it was late in the year for holidays, and Mr. Walker invariably + went to town by the half-past eight train. Yet a visit from one of their + neighbors was always agreeable to them, and the one in question lived not + more than a quarter of a mile away and sometimes did drop in at afternoon + tea-time. Certain women might have attempted an apology for their + appearance, but Miss Rebecca seemed rather to glory in the shears which + dangled down from her apron-strings as she rose to greet her visitor; they + told so unmistakably that she had been enjoying herself trimming vines. + Miss Carry—who was still kittenish in spite of her forty years—as + she gave one of her hands to Mr. Walker held out with the other a basket + of seckel pears she had been gathering, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Have one—do.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Walker complied, and, having completed the preliminary commonplaces, + said, as he hurled the core with an energetic sweep of his arm into the + ocean at the base of the little bluff on which the cottage stood: + </p> + <p> + “There is no place on the shore which quite compares with this.” + </p> + <p> + “We agree with you,” said Miss Rebecca with dogged urbanity. “Is any one + of a different opinion?” + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary, I have come to make you an offer for it. It isn’t usual + for real-estate men to crack up the properties they wish to purchase, but + I am not afraid of doing so in this case.” He spoke buoyantly, as though + he felt confident that he was in a position to carry his point. + </p> + <p> + “An offer?” said Miss Rebecca. “For our place? You know that we have no + wish to sell. We have been invited several times to part with it, and + declined. It was you yourself who brought the last invitation. We are + still in the same frame of mind, aren’t we, Carry?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed. Where should we get another which we like so well?” + </p> + <p> + “My principal invites you to name your own figure.” + </p> + <p> + “That is very good of him, I’m sure. Who is he, by the way?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t mind telling you; it’s your neighbor, Daniel Anderson.” David + Walker smiled significantly. “He is ready to pay whatever you choose to + ask.” + </p> + <p> + “Our horses are afraid of his automobiles, and his liveried grooms have + turned the head of one of our maids. Our little place is not in the + market, thank you, Mr. Walker.” + </p> + <p> + The broker’s beaming countenance showed no sign of discouragement. He + rearranged the gay blue flower which had almost detached itself from the + lapel of his coat, then said laconically: + </p> + <p> + “I am authorized by Mr. Anderson to offer you $500,000 for your property.” + </p> + <p> + “What?” exclaimed Miss Rebecca. + </p> + <p> + “Half a million dollars for six acres,” he added. + </p> + <p> + “The man must be crazy.” Miss Rebecca stepped to the honeysuckle vine with + a detached air and snipped off a straggling tendril with her shears. “That + is a large sum of money,” she added. + </p> + <p> + David Walker enjoyed the effect of his announcement; it was clear that he + had produced an impression. + </p> + <p> + “Money is no object to him. I told him that you did not wish to sell, and + he said that he would make it worth your while.” + </p> + <p> + “Half a million dollars! We should be nearly rich,” let fall Miss Carry, + upon whom the full import of the offer was breaking. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; and think what good you two ladies could do with all that money—practical + good,” continued the broker, pressing his opportunity and availing himself + of his knowledge of their aspirations. “You could buy elsewhere and have + enough left over to endow a professorship at Bryn Mawr, Miss Rebecca; and + you, Miss Carry, would be able to revel in charitable donations.” + </p> + <p> + Those who knew the Ripley sisters well were aware that plain speaking + never vexed them. Beating about the bush from artificiality or ignoring a + plain issue was the sort of thing they resented. Consequently, the + directness of David Walker’s sally did not appear to them a liberty, but + merely a legitimate summing up of the situation. Miss Rebecca was the + spokesman as usual, though her choice was always governed by what she + conceived to be the welfare of her sister, whom she still looked on as + almost a very young person. Sitting upright and clasping her elbows, as + she was apt to do in moments of stress, she replied: + </p> + <p> + “Money is money, Mr. Walker, and half a million dollars is not to be + discarded lightly. We should be able, as you suggest, to do some good with + so much wealth. But, on the other hand, we don’t need it, and we have no + one dependent on us for support. My brother is doing well and is likely to + leave his only child all that is good for her. We love this place. + Caroline may marry some day” (Miss Carry laughed protestingly at the + suggestion and ejaculated, “Not very likely”), “but I never shall. I + expect to come here as long as I live. We love every inch of the place—the + woods, the beach, the sea. Our garden, which we made ourselves, is our + delight. Why should we give up all this because some one offers us five + times what we supposed it to be worth? My sister is here to speak for + herself, but so far as I am concerned you may tell Mr. Anderson that if + our place is worth so much as that we cannot afford to part with it.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, it wouldn’t do at all! Our heartstrings are round the roots of + these trees, Mr. Walker,” added the younger sister in gentle echo of this + determination. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be in a hurry to decide; think it over. It will bear reflection,” + said the broker briskly. + </p> + <p> + “There’s nothing to think over. It becomes clearer every minute,” said + Miss Rebecca a little tartly. Then she added: “I dare say it will do him + good to find that some one has something which he cannot buy.” + </p> + <p> + “He will be immensely disappointed, for his heart was set on it,” said + David Walker gloomily. His emotions were not untinged by personal dismay, + for his commission would have been a large one. + </p> + <p> + He returned forthwith to his client, who was expecting him, and who met + him at the door. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Walker, what did the maiden ladies say? Have one of these,” he + exclaimed, exhibiting some large cigars elaborately wrapped in gold foil. + “They’re something peculiarly choice which a friend of mine—a Cuban—obtained + for me.” + </p> + <p> + “They won’t sell, Mr. Anderson.” + </p> + <p> + The furniture king frowned. He was a heavily built but compact man who + looked as though he were accustomed to butt his way through life and sweep + away opposition, yet affable and easy-going withal. + </p> + <p> + “They won’t sell? You offered them my price?” + </p> + <p> + “It struck them as prodigious, but they were not tempted.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got to have it somehow. With this land added to theirs I should have + the finest place on the shore.” + </p> + <p> + The broker disregarded this flamboyant remark, which was merely a + repetition of what he had heard several times already. “I warned you,” he + said, “that they might possibly refuse even this munificent offer. They + told me to tell you that if it was worth so much they could not afford to + sell.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it not enough? They’re poor, you told me—poor as church mice.” + </p> + <p> + “Compared with you. But they have enough to live on simply, and—and + to be able to maintain such an establishment as yours, for instance, would + not add in the least degree to their happiness. On the contrary, it is + because they delight in the view and the woods and their little garden + just as they see them that they can’t afford to let you have the place.” + Now that the chances of a commission were slipping away David Walker was + not averse to convey in delicate language the truth which Miss Rebecca had + set forth. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Anderson felt his chin meditatively. “I seem to be up against it,” he + murmured. “You think they are not holding out for a higher figure?” he + asked shrewdly. + </p> + <p> + David shook his head. Yet he added, with the instinct of a business man + ready to nurse a forlorn hope, “There would be no harm in trying. I don’t + believe, though, that you have the ghost of a chance.” + </p> + <p> + The furniture king reflected a moment. “I’ll walk down there this + afternoon and make their acquaintance.” + </p> + <p> + “A good idea,” said Walker, contented to shift the responsibility of a + second offer. “You’ll find them charming—real thoroughbreds,” he saw + fit to add. + </p> + <p> + “A bit top-lofty?” queried the millionaire. + </p> + <p> + “Not in the least. But they have their own standards, Mr. Anderson.” + </p> + <p> + The furniture king’s progress at The Beaches had been so uninterrupted on + the surface and so apparently satisfactory to himself that no one would + have guessed that he was not altogether content with it. With all his + easy-going optimism, it had not escaped his shrewd intelligence that his + family still lacked the social recognition he desired. People were civil + enough, but there were houses into which they were never asked in spite of + all his spending; and he was conscious that they were kept at arm’s length + by polite processes too subtle to be openly resented. Yet he did resent in + his heart the check to his ambitions, and at the same time he sought + eagerly the cause with an open mind. It had already dawned on him that + when he was interested in a topic his voice was louder than the voices of + his new acquaintances. He had already given orders to his chauffeur that + the automobiles should be driven with some regard for the public safety. + Lately the idea had come to him, and he had imparted it to his son, that + the habit of ignoring impediments did not justify them in driving golf + balls on the links when, the players in front of them were slower than + they liked. + </p> + <p> + On the way to visit the Misses Ripley later in the day the broker’s remark + that they had standards of their own still lingered in his mind. He + preferred to think of them and others along the shore as stiff and what he + called top lofty; yet he intended to observe what he saw. He had been + given to understand that these ladies were almost paupers from his point + of view; and, though when he had asked who they were, David Walker had + described them as representatives of one of the oldest and most respected + families, he knew that they took no active part in the social life of the + colony as he beheld it; they played neither golf, tennis, nor bridge at + the club; they owned no automobile, and their stable was limited to two + horses; they certainly cut no such figure as seemed to him to become + people in their position, who could afford to refuse $500,000 for six + acres. + </p> + <p> + He was informed by the middle-aged, respectable-looking maid that the + ladies were in the garden behind the house. A narrow gravelled path + bordered with fragrant box led him to this. Its expanse was not large, but + the luxuriance and variety of the old-fashioned summer flowers attested + the devotion bestowed upon them. At the farther end was a trellised + summer-house in which he perceived that the maiden ladies were taking + afternoon tea. There was no sign of hothouse roses or rare exotic plants, + but he noticed a beehive, a quaint sundial with an inscription, and along + the middle path down which he walked were at intervals little dilapidated + busts or figures of stone on pedestals—some of them lacking tips of + noses or ears. It did not occur to Mr. Anderson that antiquity rather than + poverty was responsible for these ravages. Their existence gave him fresh + hope. + </p> + <p> + “Who can this be?” said Miss Carry with a gentle flutter. An unknown, + middle-aged man was still an object of curiosity to her. + </p> + <p> + Miss Rebecca raised her eyeglass. “I do believe, my dear, that it’s—yes, + it is.” + </p> + <p> + “But who?” queried Miss Carry. + </p> + <p> + Miss Rebecca rose instead of answering. The stranger was upon them, + walking briskly and hat in hand. His manner was distinctly breezy—more + so than a first meeting would ordinarily seem to her to justify. + </p> + <p> + “Good afternoon, ladies. Daniel Anderson is my name. My wife wasn’t lucky + enough to find you at home when she returned your call, so I thought I’d + be neighborly.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s very good of you to come to see us,” said Miss Rebecca, relenting at + once. She liked characters—being something of one herself—and + her neighbor’s heartiness was taking. “This is my sister, Miss Caroline + Ripley,” she added to cement the introduction, “and I am Rebecca. Sit + down, Mr. Anderson; and may I give you a cup of tea?” + </p> + <p> + Four people were apt to be cosily crowded in the summer-house. Being only + a third person, the furniture king was able to settle himself in his seat + and look around him without fear that his legs would molest any one. He + gripped the arms of his chair and inhaled the fragrance of the garden. + </p> + <p> + “This is a lovely place, ladies,” he asserted. + </p> + <p> + “Those hollyhocks and morning-glories and mignonettes take me back to old + times. Up to my place it’s all roses and orchids. But my wife told me last + week that she heard old-fashioned flowers are coming in again. Seems she + was right.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, but we’ve had old-fashioned flowers for years! Our garden has been + always just like this—only becoming a little prettier all the time, + we venture to hope,” said Miss Carry. + </p> + <p> + “I want to know!” said Mr. Anderson; and almost immediately he remembered + that both his son and daughter had cautioned him against the use of this + phrase at The Beaches. He received the dainty but evidently ancient cup + from Miss Rebecca, and seeing that the subject was, so to speak, before + the house, he tasted his tea and said: + </p> + <p> + “It’s all pretty here—garden, view, and beach. And I hear you + decline to sell, ladies.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Rebecca had been musing on the subject all day, and a heartfelt + response rose promptly to her lips—spoken with the simple grace of a + self-respecting gentlewoman: + </p> + <p> + “Why should we sell, Mr. Anderson?” + </p> + <p> + The question was rather a poser to answer categorically; yet the would-be + purchaser felt that he sufficiently conveyed his meaning when he said: + </p> + <p> + “I thought I might have made it worth your while.” + </p> + <p> + “We are people of small means in the modern sense of the word,” Miss + Rebecca continued, thereby expressing more concretely his idea; “yet we + have sufficient for our needs. Our tastes are very simple. The sum which + you offered us is a fortune in itself—but we have no ambition for + great wealth or to change our mode of life. Our associations with this + place are so intimate and tender that money could not induce us to + desecrate them by a sale.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” said Mr. Anderson. Light was indeed breaking on him. At the same + time his appreciation of the merits of the property had been growing every + minute. It was an exquisite autumn afternoon. From where they sat he could + behold the line of shore on either side with its background of dark green + woods. Below the wavelets lapped the shingle with melodious rhythm. As far + as the eye could see lay the bosom of the ocean unruffled, and lustrous + with the sheen of the dying day. Accustomed to prevail in buying his way, + he could not resist saying, after a moment of silence: + </p> + <p> + “If I were to increase my offer to a million would it make any difference + in your attitude?” + </p> + <p> + A suppressed gurgle of mingled surprise and amusement escaped Miss Carry. + </p> + <p> + Miss Rebecca paused a moment by way of politeness to one so generous. But + her tone when she spoke was unequivocal, and a shade sardonic. + </p> + <p> + “Not the least, Mr. Anderson. To tell the truth, we should scarcely + understand the difference.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II + </h2> + <p> + One summer afternoon two years later the Ripley sisters were again + drinking tea in their attractive summer-house. In the interval the + peaceful current of their lives had been stirred to its depths by + unlooked-for happenings. Very shortly after their refusal of Mr. + Anderson’s offer, their only brother, whose home was on the Hudson within + easy distance of New York, had died suddenly. He was a widower; and + consequently the protection of his only daughter straightway devolved on + them. She was eighteen and good-looking. This they knew from personal + observation at Thanksgiving Day and other family reunions; but owing to + the fact that Mabel Ripley had been quarantined by scarlet fever during + the summer of her sixteenth year, and in Europe the following summer, they + were conscious, prior to her arrival at The Beaches, that they were very + much in the dark as to her characteristics. + </p> + <p> + She proved to be the antipodes of what they had hoped for. Their + traditions had depicted a delicate-appearing girl with reserved manners + and a studious or artistic temperament, who would take an interest in the + garden and like nothing better than to read aloud to them the new books + while they did fancy-work. A certain amount of coy coquetry was to be + expected—would be welcomed, in fact, for there were too many Miss + Ripleys already. Proper facilities would be offered to her admirers, but + they took for granted that she would keep them at a respectful distance as + became a gentlewoman. She would be urged to take suitable exercise; they + would provide a horse, if necessary; and doubtless some of the young + people in the neighborhood would invite her occasionally to play tennis. + </p> + <p> + Mabel’s enthusiasm at the nearness of the sea took precedence over every + other emotion as she stood on the piazza after the embraces were over. + </p> + <p> + “How adorably stunning! I must go out sailing the first thing,” were her + words. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the aunts were observing that she appeared the picture of health + and was tall and athletic-looking. In one hand she had carried a + tennis-racket in its case, in the other, a bag of golf clubs, as she + alighted from the vehicle. These evidently were her household gods. The + domestic vision which they had entertained might need rectification. + </p> + <p> + “You sail, of course?” Mabel asked, noticing, doubtless, that her + exclamation was received in silence. + </p> + <p> + Aunt Rebecca shook her head. “I haven’t been in a sail-boat for twenty + years.” + </p> + <p> + “But whose steam yacht is that?” + </p> + <p> + “It belongs to Mr. Anderson, a wealthy neighbor.” + </p> + <p> + “Anyhow, a knockabout is more fun—a twenty-footer,” the girl + continued, her gaze still fixed on the haven which the indentations of the + coast afforded, along which at intervals groups of yachts, large and + small, floated at their moorings picturesque as sea-gulls on a + feeding-ground. + </p> + <p> + “There is an old rowboat in the barn. I daresay that Thomas, the coachman, + will take you out rowing sometimes after he has finished his work,” said + Aunt Carry kindly. + </p> + <p> + “Do you swim?” inquired Aunt Rebecca, failing to note her niece’s + bewildered expression. + </p> + <p> + “Like a duck. I’m quite as much at home on the water as on land. I’ve had + a sailboat since I was thirteen, and most of our summers have been spent + at Buzzard’s Bay.” + </p> + <p> + “But you’re a young lady now,” said Aunt Rebecca. + </p> + <p> + Mabel looked from one to the other as though she were speculating as to + what these new protectors were like. “Am I?” she asked with a smile. “I + must remember that, I suppose; but it will be hard to change all at once.” + Thereupon she stepped lightly to the edge of the cliff that she might + enjoy more completely the view while she left them to digest this + qualified surrender. + </p> + <p> + “‘No pent-up Utica contracts her powers,’” murmured Miss Rebecca, who was + fond of classic verse. + </p> + <p> + “It is evident that we shall have our hands full,” answered Miss Carry. + “But she’s fresh as a rose, and wide-awake. I’m sure the dear girl will + try to please us.” + </p> + <p> + Mabel did try, and succeeded; but it was a success obtained at the cost of + setting at naught all her aunts’ preconceived ideas regarding the correct + deportment of marriageable girls. The knockabout was forthcoming shortly + after she had demonstrated her amphibious qualities by diving from the + rocks and performing water feats which dazed her anxious guardians. + Indeed, she fairly lived in her bathing-dress until the novelty wore off. + Thomas, the coachman, who had been a fisherman in his day, announced with + a grin, after accompanying her on the trial trip of the hired cat-boat, + that he could teach her nothing about sailing. Henceforth her small craft + was almost daily a distant speck on the horizon, and braved the seas so + successfully under her guidance that presently the aunts forbore to watch + for disaster through a spyglass. + </p> + <p> + She could play tennis, too, with the best, as she demonstrated on the + courts of The Beaches Club. Her proficiency and spirit speedily made + friends for her among the young people of the colony, who visited her and + invited her to take part in their amusements. She was prepared to ride on + her bicycle wherever the interest of the moment called her, and deplored + the solemnity of the family carryall. When her aunts declared that a wheel + was too undignified a vehicle on which to go out to luncheon, she + compromised on a pony cart as a substitute, for she could drive almost as + well as she could sail. She took comparatively little interest in the + garden, and was not always at home at five-o’clock tea to read aloud the + latest books; but her amiability and natural gayety were like sunshine in + the house. She talked freely of what she did, and she had an excellent + appetite. + </p> + <p> + “She’s as unlike the girls of my day as one could imagine, and I do wish + she wouldn’t drive about the country bareheaded, looking like a colt or a + young Indian,” said Miss Rebecca pensively one morning, just after Mabel’s + departure for the tennis-court. “But I must confess that she’s the life of + the place, and we couldn’t get on without her now. I don’t think, though, + that she has done three hours of solid reading since she entered the + house. I call that deplorable.” + </p> + <p> + “She’s a dear,” said Aunt Carry. “We haven’t been much in the way of + seeing young girls of late, and Mabel doesn’t seem to me different from + most of those who visit her. Twenty years ago, you remember, girls pecked + at their food and had to lie down most of the time. Now they eat it. What + I can’t get quite used to is the habit of letting young men call them by + their first names on short acquaintance. In my time,” she added with a + little sigh, “it would have been regarded as inconsistent with maidenly + reserve. I’m sure I heard the young man who was here last night say, ‘I’ve + known you a week now; may I call you Mabel?’” + </p> + <p> + As to young men, be it stated, the subject of this conversation showed + herself impartially indifferent. Her attitude seemed to be that boys were + good fellows as well as girls, and should be encouraged accordingly. If + they chose to make embarrassing speeches regarding one’s personal + appearance and to try to be alone with one as much as possible, while such + favoritism was rather a fillip to existence, it was to be considered at + bottom as an excellent joke. Young men came and young men went. Mabel + attracted her due share. Yet evidently she seemed to be as glad to see the + last comer as any of his predecessors. + </p> + <p> + Then occurred the second happening in the tranquil existence of the maiden + ladies. One day at the end of the first summer, an easterly day, when the + sky was beginning to be obscured by scud and the sea was swelling with the + approach of a storm, Dan Anderson, the only son of his father, was knocked + overboard by the boom while showing the heels of his thirty-foot + knockabout to the hired boat of his neighbor, Miss Mabel Ripley. They were + not racing, for his craft was unusually fast, as became a + multi-millionaire’s plaything. Besides, he and the girl had merely a + bowing acquaintance. The <i>Firefly</i> was simply bobbing along on the + same tack as the <i>Enchantress</i>, while the fair skipper, who had + another girl as a companion, tried vainly, at a respectful distance, to + hold her own by skill. + </p> + <p> + The headway on Dan’s yacht was so great that before the two dazed salts on + board realized what had happened their master was far astern. They bustled + to bring the <i>Enchantress</i> about and to come to his rescue in the + dingy. Stunned by the blow of the—spar, he had gone down like a + stone; so, in all probability, they would have been too late. When he came + up the second time it was on the port bow of the <i>Firefly</i>, but + completely out of reach. Giving the tiller to her friend, and stripping + off superfluous apparel, Mabel jumped overboard in time to grasp and hold + the drowning youth. There she kept him until aid reached them. But the + unconscious victim did not open his eyes until after he had been laid on + the Misses Ripley’s lawn, where, by virtue of brandy from the + medicine-closet and hot-water bottles, the flickering spark of life was + coaxed into a flame. + </p> + <p> + It was an agitating experience for the aunts. But Mabel was none the worse + for the wetting; and though she naturally made light of her performance, + congratulations on her pluck and presence of mind came pouring in. David + Walker suggested that the Humane Society would be sure to take the matter + up and confer a medal upon the heroine. The members of the Anderson family + came severally to express with emotion their gratitude and admiration. The + father had not been there since his previous eventful visit, though once + or twice he had met his neighbors on the road and stopped to speak to + them, as if to show he harbored no malice in spite of his disappointment. + </p> + <p> + Now with a tremulous voice he bore testimony to the greatness of the mercy + which had been vouchsafed him. + </p> + <p> + The third and last happening might be regarded as a logical sequel to the + second by those who believe that marriages are made in heaven. It was to + ponder it again after having pondered it for twenty-four hours that the + Ripley sisters found themselves in their pleached garden at the close of + the day. That the event was not unforeseen by one of them was borne out by + the words of Miss Carry: + </p> + <p> + “I remember saying to myself that day on the lawn, Rebecca, that it would + be just like the modern girl if she were to marry him; because she saved + his life, I mean. If he had saved hers, as used to happen, she would never + have looked at him twice. I didn’t mention it because it was only an idea, + which might have worried you.” + </p> + <p> + “We have seen it coming, of course,” answered Miss Rebecca, who was + clasping the points of her elbows. “And there was nothing to do about it—even + if we desired to. I can’t help, though, feeling sorry that she isn’t going + to marry some one we know all about—the family, I mean. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she added with a sigh, “the Andersons will get our place in the + end, after all, and we shall be obliged to associate more or less with + multi-millionaires for the rest of our days. It’s depressing ethically; + but there’s no use in quarrelling with one’s own flesh and blood, if it is + a modern girl, for one would be quarrelling most of the time. We must make + the best of it, Carry, and—and try to like it.” + </p> + <p> + “He really seems very nice,” murmured Miss Carry. “He gives her some new + jewel almost every day.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Rebecca sniffed disdainfully, as though to inquire if love was to be + attested by eighteen-carat gold rather than by summer blooms. + </p> + <p> + The sound of steps on the gravel path interrupted their confabulation. + </p> + <p> + “It is Mr. Anderson, <i>père</i>” said Miss Carry laconically. + </p> + <p> + “He is coming to take possession,” responded her sister. + </p> + <p> + The crunch of the gravel under his solid, firm tread jarred on their + already wearied sensibilities. Nevertheless they knew that it behooved + them to be cordial and to accept the situation with good grace. Their + niece was over head and ears in love with a young man whose personal + character, so far as they knew, was not open to reproach, and who would be + heir to millions. What more was to be said? Indeed, Miss Rebecca was the + first to broach the subject after the greetings were over. + </p> + <p> + “Our young people seem to have made up their minds that they cannot live + apart,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “So my son has informed me.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Anderson spoke gravely and then paused. His habitually confident + manner betrayed signs of nervousness. + </p> + <p> + “I told him this morning that there could be no engagement until after I + had talked with you,” he added. + </p> + <p> + One could have heard a pin drop. Each of the sisters was tremulous to know + what was coming next. Could he possibly be meditating purse-proud + opposition? The Ripley blue blood simmered at the thought, and Miss + Rebecca, nervous in her turn, tapped the ground lightly with her foot. + </p> + <p> + “The day I was first here,” he resumed, “you ladies taught me a lesson. I + believed then that money could command anything. I discovered that I was + mistaken. It provoked me, but it set me thinking. I’ve learned since that + the almighty dollar cannot buy gentle birth and—and the standards + which go with it.” + </p> + <p> + Unexpectedly edifying as this admission was, his listeners sought in vain + to connect it with the immediate issue, and consequently forebore to + speak. + </p> + <p> + “The only return I can make for opening my eyes to the real truth is by + doing what I guess you would do if you or one of your folk were in my + shoes. I’m a very rich man, as you know. If your niece marries my son her + children will never come to want in their time. He’s a good boy, if I do + say it; and I should be mighty proud of her.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Carry breathed a gentle sigh of relief at this last avowal. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t want her to marry him, though, without knowing the truth, and + perhaps when you hear it you’ll decide that she must give him up.” + </p> + <p> + Thereupon Mr. Anderson blew his nose by way of gathering his faculties for + the crucial words as a carter rests his horse before mounting the final + hill when the sledding is hard. + </p> + <p> + “I’m going to tell you how I made my first start. I was a clerk in a bank + and sharp as a needle in forecasting what was going to happen downtown. I + used to say to myself that if I had capital it would be easy to make money + breed money. Well, one day I borrowed from the bank, without the bank’s + leave, $3,000 in order to speculate. I won on that deal and the next and + the next. Then I was able to return what I’d borrowed and to set up in a + small way for myself in the furniture business. That was my start, ladies—the + nest-egg of all I’ve got.” + </p> + <p> + He sat back in his chair and passed his handkerchief across his forehead + like one who has performed with credit an agonizing duty. + </p> + <p> + There was silence for a moment. Unequivocal as the confession was, Miss + Rebecca, reluctant to believe her ears, asked with characteristic + bluntness: + </p> + <p> + “You mean that you—er—misappropriated the money?” + </p> + <p> + “I was an embezzler, strictly speaking.” + </p> + <p> + “I see.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you wonder why I told you this,” he said, bending forward. + </p> + <p> + “No, we understand,” said Miss Rebecca. + </p> + <p> + “We understand perfectly,” exclaimed Miss Carry with gentle warmth. + </p> + <p> + “It’s very honest of you, Mr. Anderson,” said Miss Rebecca after a musing + pause. + </p> + <p> + “I’ve never been dishonest since then,” he remarked naïvely. “But a year + ago I wouldn’t have told you this, though it’s been in the back of my mind + as a rankling sore, growing as I grew in wealth and respectability. I made + a bluff at believing that it didn’t matter, and that a thing done has an + end. Well, now I’ve made a clean breast of it to the ones who have a right + to know. I should like you to tell Mabel.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke the lovers appeared in the near distance at the edge of the + lawn, coming up from the beach. “But I don’t think it will be necessary to + tell my son,” he added yearningly. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly <i>not</i>” said Miss Rebecca with emphasis. + </p> + <p> + The sisters exchanged glances, trying to read each other’s thoughts. + </p> + <p> + “It’s a blot in the ‘scutcheon, of course,” said Miss Rebecca. “It’s for + our niece to say.” But there was no sternness in her tone. + </p> + <p> + This gave Miss Carry courage. Her hand shook a little as she put down her + teacup, for she was shy of taking the initiative. “I think I know what she + would say. In our time it would probably have been different, on account + of the family—and heredity; but Mabel is a modern girl. And a modern + girl would say that she isn’t to marry the father but the son. She loves + him, so I’m certain she would never give him up. Therefore is it best to + tell her?” + </p> + <p> + Daniel Anderson’s face was illumined with the light of hope, and he turned + to the elder sister, whom he recognized as the final judge. + </p> + <p> + Miss Rebecca sniffed. Her ideas of everlasting justice were a little + disconcerted. Nevertheless she said firmly after brief hesitation: + </p> + <p> + “I was taught to believe that the sins of the fathers should be visited on + the children; but I believe, Carry, you’re right.” + </p> + <p> + “Bless you for that,” exclaimed the furniture king. Then, groping in the + excess of his emotion for some fit expression of gratitude, he bent + forward and, taking Miss Rebecca’s hand, pressed his lips upon her fingers + as an act of homage. + </p> + <p> + Miss Carry would have been justified in reflecting that it would have been + more fitting had he kissed her fingers instead. But she was used to taking + the second place in the household, and the happy expression of her + countenance suggested that her thoughts were otherwise engaged. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACROSS THE WAY + </h2> + <p> + The news that the late Mr. Cherrington’s house on Saville Street had been + let for a school, within a few months after his death, could not have been + a surprise to any one in the neighborhood. Ten years before, when Mr. + Cherrington and those prominent in his generation were in their heyday, + Saville Street had been sacred to private residences from one end to the + other, but the tide of fashion had been drifting latterly. There was + already another school in the same block, and there were scattered all + along on either side of the street a sprinkling of throat, eye, and ear + doctors, a very fashionable dressmaker or two, an up-town bank, and + numerous apartments for bachelors. + </p> + <p> + The news could not have been a surprise even to Mr. Homer Ramsay, but that + crusty old bachelor in the seventies brought down his walking-stick with a + vicious thump when he heard it, and remarked that he would live to be + ninety “if only to spite ‘em.” This threat, however, had reference, not to + Mr. Cherrington’s residence, but his own, which was exactly opposite, and + which he had occupied for more than forty years. It was a conviction of + Mr. Ramsay’s that there was a conspiracy on foot to purchase his house, + and accordingly he took every opportunity to declare that he would never + part with an inch of his land while he was in the flesh. A wag in the + neighborhood had expressed the opinion that the old gentleman waxed hale + and hearty on his own bile. He was certainly a churlish individual in his + general bearing toward his fellow-beings, and violent in his prejudices. + For the last ten years his favorite prophecy had been that the country was + going to the devil. + </p> + <p> + Besides the house on Saville Street, Mr. Ramsay had some bonds and stock—fifty + or sixty thousand dollars in all—which tidy little property would, + in the natural course of events, descend to his next of kin; in this case, + however, only a first cousin once removed. In the eye of the law a living + person has no heir; but blood is thicker than water, and it was generally + taken for granted that Mr. Horace Barker, whose grandmother had been the + sister of Mr. Ramsay’s father, would some day be the owner of the house on + Saville Street. At least, confident expectation that this would come to + pass had long restrained Mr. Barker from letting any one but his better + half know that he regarded his Cousin Homer as an irascible old + curmudgeon; and perhaps, on the other hand, had justified Mr. Ramsay in + his own mind for referring in common parlance to his first cousin once + removed as a stiff nincompoop who had married a sickly doll. Not that Mr. + Horace Barker needed the money, by any means. He was well-to-do already, + and lived in a more fashionable street than Saville Street, where he + occupied a dignified-looking brown-stone house, from the windows of which + his three little people—all girls—peeped and nodded at the + organ-grinder and the street-band. + </p> + <p> + The name of the person to whom Mr. Cherrington’s house had been leased was + Miss Elizabeth Whyte. She was twenty-five, and she was starting a school + because it was necessary for her to earn her own living. She considered + that life, from the point of view of happiness, was over for her; and yet, + though she had made up her mind that she could never be really happy + again, she was resolved neither to mope nor to be a burden on any one. Mr. + Mills, the executor of Mr. Cherrington’s estate, who believed himself to + be a judge of human nature withal, had observed that she seemed a little + overwrought, as though she had lived on her nerves; but, on the other + hand, he had been impressed by her direct, business-like manner, which + argued that she was very much in earnest. Besides, she was vouched for by + the best people, and Mrs. Cyrus Bangs was moving heaven and earth to + procure pupils for her. It was clearly his duty as a business man to let + her have the house. + </p> + <p> + Until within a few months Elizabeth Whyte had lived in a neighboring town—the + seat of a college, where the minds of young men for successive generations + have been cultivated, but sometimes at the expense of a long-suffering + local community. Her father, who at the time of her birth was a clergyman + with a parish, had subsequently evolved into an agnostic and an invalid + without one, and she had been used to plain living and high thinking from + her girlhood. Even parents who find it difficult to keep the wolf at a + respectful distance by untiring economy will devise some means to make an + only daughter look presentable on her first appearance in society. Fine + feathers do not make fine birds, and yet the consciousness of a becoming + gown will irradiate the cheek of beauty. Elizabeth at eighteen would have + been fetching in any dress, but in each of her three new evening frocks + she looked bewitching. She was a gay, trig little person, with snapping, + dark eyes and an arch expression; a tireless dancer, quick and audacious + at repartee; the very ideal of a college belle. The student world had + fallen prostrate at her feet, and Tom Whittemore most conspicuously and + devotedly of all. + </p> + <p> + Tom was, perhaps, the most popular man of his day; a Philadelphian of + reputedly superfine stock, fresh-faced and athletic, with a jaunty walk. + There was no one at the college assemblies who whispered so entrancingly + in her ear when she was all alone with him in a corner, and no one who + placed her new fleecy wrap about her shoulders with such an air of + devotion when it was time to go home. She liked him from the very first; + and all her girl friends babbled, “Wouldn’t it be a lovely match?” But + Tom’s classmates from Philadelphia, when they became confidential in the + small hours of the morning, asked each other what Tom’s mother would say. + Tom was a senior, and it was generally assumed that matters would + culminate on Class-day evening, that evening of all evenings in the + collegiate world sacred to explanation and vows. Elizabeth lay awake all + that night, remembering that she had let Tom have his impetuous say, and + that at the end he had folded her in his arms and kissed her. Not until + the next morning, and then merely as an unimportant fact, did it occur to + her that, though Tom had told her she was dearer to him than all the world + besides, there was no definite engagement between them. It was only when + whispers reached her that Tom, who had gone to Philadelphia to attend the + wedding of a relation, was not coming back to his Commencement, that she + began to think a little. But she never really doubted until the news came + that Tom had been packed off by his mother on a two years’ journey round + the world. + </p> + <p> + What mother in a distant city would be particularly pleased to have her + only son, on whom rested the hopes of an illustrious stock, lose his heart + to a college belle? But Elizabeth can scarcely be blamed for not having + taken the illustrious stock into consideration. She kept saying to + herself, that, if he had only written, she could have forgiven him; and it + was not surprising that the partners with whom she danced at the college + assemblies during the next five years described her to each other as + steely. Indeed, she danced and prattled with such vivacious energy, and + her black eyes shone so like beads, that college tradition twisted her + story until it ran that she had thrown over Tom Whittemore, the most + popular man of his day, and that she had no more heart than a nether + millstone. And all the time, just to prove to herself that she had not + cared for him, she kept the roses that he had given her on that Class-day + evening in the secret drawer of her work-box. It had been all sheer + nonsense, a boy and girl flirtation. So she had taught herself to argue, + knowing that it was untrue, and knowing that she knew it to be so. + </p> + <p> + Then had come the deaths of her father and mother within three months of + each other, and she had awakened one morning to the consciousness that she + was alone in the world, and face to face with the necessity of earning her + daily bread. The gentleman who had charge of the few thousand dollars + belonging to her father’s estate, in announcing that her bonds had ceased + to pay interest, had added that she was in the same boat with many of the + best people; which ought to have been a consolation, had she needed any. + But this loss of the means of living had seemed a mere trifle beside her + other griefs; indeed, it acted as a spur rather than a bludgeon. The same + pride which had prompted her to continue to dance bade her bestir herself + to make a living. Upon reflection, the plan of starting a school struck + her as the most practicable. But it should be a school for girls; she had + done with the world of men. She had loved with all her heart, and her + heart was broken; it was withered, like the handful of dried roses in the + secret drawer of her work-box. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth was fortunate enough to obtain at the outset the patronage of + some of those same “best people” in the adjacent city, who happened to + know her story. Fashionable favor grows apace. It was only after hearing + that Mrs. Cyrus Bangs had intrusted her little girl to the tender mercies + of Miss Whyte that Mrs. Horace Barker subdued the visions of + scarlet-fever, bad air, and evil communications which haunted her, + sufficiently to be willing to send her own darlings to the new + kindergarten. People intimate with Mrs. Barker were apt to say that worry + over her three little girls, who were exceptionally healthy children, kept + her a nervous invalid. + </p> + <p> + “I consider Mrs. Cyrus Bangs a very particular woman,” she said, with + plaintive impressiveness to her husband. “If she is willing to send her + Gwendolen to Miss Whyte, I am disposed to let Margery, Gladys, and Dorothy + go. Only you must have a very clear understanding with Miss Whyte, at the + outset, as to hours and ventilation and Gladys’s hot milk. We cannot move + from the seaside until a fortnight after her term begins, and it will be + utterly impossible for me to get the children to school in the mornings + before half-past nine.” + </p> + <p> + It never occurred to Horace Barker, when one morning about ten o’clock, + some six weeks later, he called at the kindergarten with his precious + trio, that there was any impropriety in breaking in upon Miss Whyte’s + occupations an hour after school had begun. What school-mistress could + fail to be proud of the distinction of obtaining his three daughters as + pupils at any hour of the twenty-four when he saw fit to proffer them? He + expected to find a cringing, deferential young person, who would, in the + interest of her own bread and butter, accede without a murmur to any + stipulations which so important a patroness as Mrs. Horace Barker might + see fit to impose. He became conscious, in the first place, that the + school-mistress was a much more attractive-looking young person than he + had anticipated, and secondly, that she seemed rather amused than + otherwise at his conditions. No man, and least of all a man so consummate + as Mr. Barker—for he was a dapper little person with a closely + cropped beard and irreproachable kid gloves—likes to be laughed at + by a woman, especially by one who is young and moderately good-looking; + and he instinctively drew himself up by way of protest before Elizabeth + spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Really, Mr. Barker,” she replied, after a few moments of reflection, “I + don’t see how it is possible for me to carry out Mrs. Barker’s wishes. To + let the children come half an hour later and go home half an hour earlier + than the rest would interfere with the proper conduct of the school. I + will do my best to have the ventilation satisfactory, and perhaps I can + manage to provide some hot milk for the second one, as her mother desires; + but in the matter of the hours, I do not see how I can accommodate Mrs. + Barker. To make such an exception would be entirely contrary to my + principles.” + </p> + <p> + Horace Barker smiled inwardly at the suggestion that a school-mistress + could have principles which an influential parent might not violate. + </p> + <p> + “When I say to you that it is Mrs. Barker’s particular desire that her + preferences regarding hours should be observed, I am sure that you will + interpose no further objection.” + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth gave a strange little laugh, and her eyes, which were still her + most salient feature, snapped noticeably. “It is quite out of the + question, Mr. Barker,” she said with decision. “Much as I should like to + have your little girls, I cannot consent to break my rules on their + account.” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Barker would be very sorry to be compelled to send her children + elsewhere,” he said solemnly, with the air of one who utters a dire + threat. + </p> + <p> + “I should be glad to teach your little girls upon the same terms as I do + my other pupils,” said Elizabeth, quietly. “But if my regulations are + unsatisfactory, you had better send them elsewhere.” + </p> + <p> + Horace Barker was a man who prided himself on his deportment. He would no + more have condescended to express himself with irate impetuosity than he + would have permitted his closely cropped beard to exceed the limits which + he imposed upon it. He simply bowed stiffly, and turning to the Misses + Barker, who, under the supervision of a nurse, whom they had been taught + to address by her patronymic Thompson instead of by her Christian name + Bridget, had been open-mouthed listeners to the dialogue, said, “Come, + children.” + </p> + <p> + It so happened that as Mr. Horace Barker and the Misses Barker descended + the steps of the late Mr. Cherrington’s house, they came plump upon Mr. + Homer Ramsay, who was taking his morning stroll. The old gentleman was + standing leaning on his cane, glaring across the street; and, by way of + acknowledging that he perceived his first cousin once removed, he raised + the cane, and, pointing in the line of his scowling gaze, ejaculated: + </p> + <p> + “This street is going to perdition. As though it weren’t enough to have a + school opposite me, a fellow has had the impudence to put his doctor’s + sign right next door to my house—an oculist, he calls himself. In my + day, a man who was fit to call himself a doctor could set a leg, or + examine your eyes, or tell what was the matter with your throat, and not + leave you so very much the wiser even then; but now there’s a different + kind of quack for every ache and pain in our bodies.” + </p> + <p> + “We live in a progressive world, Cousin Homer,” said Mr. Barker, placing + his eyeglass astride his nose to examine the obnoxious sign across the + way. “Dr. James Clay, Oculist,” he read aloud, indifferently. + </p> + <p> + “Progressive fiddlesticks, Cousin Horace. A fig for your oculists and your + dermatologists and all the rest of your specialists! I have managed to + live to be seventy-five, and I never had anybody prescribe for me but a + good old-fashioned doctor, thank Heaven! And I’m not dead yet, as the + speculators who have their eyes on my house and are waiting for me to die + will find out.” Mr. Ramsay scowled ferociously; then casting a sweeping + glance from under his eyebrows at the little girls, he said, “Cousin + Horace, if your children don’t have better health than their mother, they + might as well be dead. Do they go there?” he asked, indicating the + school-house with his cane. + </p> + <p> + “I am removing them this morning. Anabel had concluded to send them there, + but I find that the young woman who is the teacher has such hoity-toity + notions that I cannot consent to let my daughters remain with her. In my + opinion, so arbitrary a young person should be checked; and my belief is + that before many days she will find herself without pupils.” Whereupon Mr. + Barker proceeded on his way, muttering to himself, when at a safe + distance, “Irrational old idiot!” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Ramsay stood for some moments mulling over his cousin’s answer; by + degrees his countenance brightened and he began to chuckle; and every now + and then, in the course of his progress along Saville Street, he would + stand and look back at the late Mr. Cherrington’s house, as though it had + acquired a new interest in his eyes. His daily promenade was six times up + and six times down Saville Street; and he happened to complete the last + lap, so to speak, of his sixth time down at the very moment when Miss + Whyte’s little girls came running out on the sidewalk for recess. Behind + them appeared the school-mistress, who stood looking at her flock from the + top of the stone flight. + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth knew the old gentleman by sight but not by name, and she was + therefore considerably astonished to see him suddenly veer from his + ordinary course, and come slowly up the steps. + </p> + <p> + “You’re the school-mistress?” he asked, with the directness of an old man + who feels that he need not mince his words. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. I’m Miss Whyte.” + </p> + <p> + “My name’s Ramsay; Homer Ramsay. I live opposite, and I’ve come to tell + you I admire your pluck in not letting my cousin, Hortace Barker, put you + down. I’ll stand by you, too; you can tell him that. Break up your school? + I should like to see him do it. Had to take his three little girls away, + did he? Ho, ho! A grand good joke that; a grand good joke. What was it he + asked you to do?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Barker wished me to change some of my rules about hours, and I was + not able to accommodate him, that was all,” answered Elizabeth, who found + herself eminently puzzled by the interest in her affairs displayed by this + strange visitor. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll warrant he did. And you wouldn’t make the change. A grand good joke + that. I know him; he’s my first cousin once removed, and the only relation + I’ve left. And he is going to try and break up your school. I’d like to + see him do it.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t believe that Mr. Barker would do anything so unjust,” said + Elizabeth, flushing. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he would. I had it from his own lips. But he shan’t; not while I’m + in the flesh. What did you say your name was?” + </p> + <p> + “Whyte—Elizabeth Whyte.” + </p> + <p> + “And what made you become a school-teacher, I should like to know?” + </p> + <p> + “I had to earn my living.” + </p> + <p> + “Humph! In my day, girls as pretty as you got married; but now the rich + ones are those who get husbands, and those who are poor have to tend shop + instead of baby.” + </p> + <p> + “I know a number of girls who were poor, who have excellent husbands,” + said Elizabeth quietly, spurred into coming to the rescue of the sex she + despised. “But,” she added, “there are many girls nowadays who are poor + who prefer to remain single.” She was amused at having been led into so + unusual a discussion with this queer old gentleman. + </p> + <p> + “Bah! That caps the climax. When pretty girls pretend that they don’t wish + to be married, the world is certainly turned upside down. Well, I like + your spirit, though I don’t approve of your methods. I just dropped in to + say that if Horace Barker does cause you any trouble, you’ve a friend + across the way. Good-morning.” + </p> + <p> + And before Elizabeth could bethink herself to say that she was very much + obliged to him, Mr. Ramsay was gone. + </p> + <p> + That very day after school, while Elizabeth was on her way across the park + which lay between Saville Street and the section of the city where her + rooms were, she dodged the wrong way in a narrow path, so that she ran + plump into the arms of a young man who was walking in the opposite + direction. Most women expect men to look out for them when they dodge, but + Elizabeth’s code did not allow her to put herself under obligations to any + man. To tell the truth, she was in such a brown study over the events of + the morning that she had become practically oblivious of her surroundings. + When she recovered sufficiently from her confusion at her clumsiness to + take in the details of the situation, she realized that the individual in + question was a young man whom she was in the habit of passing daily at + this same hour. Only the day before he had rescued her veil which had been + swept away by a high wind; and here she was again, within twenty-four + hours, forcing herself upon his attention. She, too, of all women, who had + done with men forever! + </p> + <p> + But Elizabeth’s confusion was slight compared with that manifested by her + victim, who, notwithstanding that his hat had been jammed in by her + school-bag (which she had raised as a shield), was so profuse in the + utterance of his apologies and so willing to shoulder all responsibility, + that her own sensibilities were speedily comforted. She found herself, + after they had separated, much more engrossed by the fact that he had + addressed her by name. Although they had been passing each other daily for + over two months, it had never occurred to her to wonder who he might be. + But it was evident that she was not unknown to him. She remembered now + merely that he was a gentleman, and that he had intelligent eyes and a + pleasant, deferential smile. The recollection of his blushing diffidence + made her laugh. + </p> + <p> + On the following day, when they were about to pass as usual, she was + suddenly confronted in her mind by the alternative whether to recognize + him or not. A glance at him as he approached told her that he himself was + evidently uncertain if she would choose to consider their experience of + the previous day as equivalent to an introduction, and yet she noticed a + certain wistfulness of expression which suggested the desire to be + permitted to doff his hat to her. To acknowledge by a simple inclination + of her head the existence of a man whom she was likely to pass every day + seemed the natural thing to do, however unconventional; so she bowed. + </p> + <p> + “Good afternoon, Miss Whyte,” he said, lifting his hat with a glad smile. + </p> + <p> + How completely our lives are often appropriated by incidents which seem at + the time of but slight importance! For the next few months Elizabeth was + buffeted as it were between the persistent persecution of Mr. Horace + Barker and the persistent devotion of Mr. Homer Ramsay. With Mr. Barker + she had no further interview, but not many weeks elapsed before the + influence of malicious strictures and insinuations circulated by him + concerning the hygienic arrangements of her school began to bear their + natural fruit. Parents became querulous and suspicious; and when calumny + was at its height, a case of scarlet-fever among her pupils threw + consternation even into the soul of Mrs. Cyrus Bangs, her chief patroness. + But, on the other hand, she soon realized that she possessed an ardent, if + not altogether discreet, champion in her enemy’s septuagenarian first + cousin once removed, who sang her praises and fought her battles from one + end of Saville Street to the other. Mr. Ramsay no longer railed against + electric cars and specialists; all his fulminations were uttered against + the malicious warfare which his Cousin Horace and that blood relative’s + sickly wife were waging against the charming little Miss Whyte, who had + hired Mr. Cherrington’s house across the way. What is more, he paid + Elizabeth almost daily visits, during which, after he had discussed ways + and means for confounding his vindictive kinsman, he was apt to declare + that she ought to be married, and that it was a downright shame so pretty + a girl should be condemned to drudgery because she lacked a dowry. This + was a point on which the old gentleman never ceased to harp; and Elizabeth + labored vainly to make him understand that teaching was a delight to her + instead of a drudgery, and that she had not the remotest desire for a + husband. And by way of proving how indifferent she was to the whole race + of men, she continued to bow to the unknown stranger of her daily walk + without making the slightest effort to discover his name. + </p> + <p> + Pneumonia, that deadly foe of hale and hearty septuagenarians, carried Mr. + Homer Ramsay off within forty-eight hours in the first week of May. And + very shortly after, Elizabeth received a letter from Mr. Mills, the + lawyer, requesting her to call on a matter of importance. She supposed + that it concerned her lease. Perhaps her enemy had bought the roof over + her head. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Mills ushered her into his private office. Then opening a parchment + envelope on his desk, he turned to her, and said: “I have the pleasure to + inform you, Miss Whyte, that my client, the late Mr. Homer Ramsay, has + left you the residuary legatee of his entire property—some fifty or + sixty thousand dollars. Perhaps,” he added, observing Elizabeth’s + bewildered expression, “you would like to read the will while I attend to + a little matter in the other office. It is quite short, and straight as a + string. I drew the instrument, and the testator knew what he was about + just as well as you or I.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Mills, who, as you may remember, was a student of human nature, + believed that Miss Whyte lived on her nerves, and he had therefore planned + to leave her alone for a few moments to allow any hysterical tendency to + exhaust itself. When he returned, he found her looking straight before her + with the document in her lap. + </p> + <p> + “Is it all plain?” he asked kindly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. But I don’t understand exactly why he left it to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Because he liked you, my dear. He had become very fond of you. And if you + will excuse my saying so,” he added, with a knowing smile, “he was very + anxious to see you well married. He said that he wished to provide you + with a suitable dowry.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” said Elizabeth, coloring. She reflected for a moment, then looked + up and said, “But I am free to use it as I see fit?” + </p> + <p> + “Absolutely. I may as well tell you now as any time, however,” Mr. Mills + added smoothly, “that Mr. Ramsay’s cousin, Mr. Horace Barker, has + expressed an intention to contest the will. He is the next of kin, though + only a first cousin once removed.” + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth started at the name, and drew herself up slightly. + </p> + <p> + “You need not give yourself the smallest concern in the matter,” the + lawyer continued. “If Mr. Barker were in needy circumstances or were a + nearer relative, he might be able to make out a case, but no jury will + hesitate between a first cousin once removed, amply rich in this world’s + goods, and a—a—pretty woman. I myself am ready to testify that + Mr. Ramsay was completely in his right mind,” he added, with professional + dignity; “and as for the claim of undue influence, it is rubbish—sheer + rubbish.” + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth sat for a few moments without speaking. She seemed to pay no + heed to several further reassuring remarks which Mr. Mills, who judged + that she was appalled by the idea of a legal contest, hastened to let + fall. At last she looked straight at him, and said with firmness, “I + suppose that I am at liberty not to take this money, if I don’t wish to?” + </p> + <p> + “At liberty? Bless my stars, Miss Whyte, anybody is at liberty to refuse a + gift of fifty thousand dollars. But when you call to see me again, you + will be laughing at the very notion of such a thing. Go home, my dear + young lady, and leave the matter in my hands. Naturally you are + overwrought at the prospect of going into court.” + </p> + <p> + “It isn’t that, Mr. Mills. I cannot take this money; I have no right to + it. I am no relation to Mr. Ramsay, and the only reason he left it to me + was—was because he thought it would help me to be married. Otherwise + he would have left it to Mr. Barker. I have no intention of marrying, and + I should not be willing to take a fortune under such circumstances.” + </p> + <p> + “The will is perfectly legal, my dear. And as to marrying, you are free to + remain single all your days, if you wish to,” said Mr. Mills, with another + knowing smile. “Indeed, you are overwrought.” + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth shook her head. “I am sure that I shall never change my mind,” + she answered. “I could never take it.” + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth slept little that night; but when she arose in the morning, she + felt doubly certain that she had acted to her own satisfaction. What real + right had she to this money? It was coming to her as the result of the + fancy of an eccentric old man, who, in a moment of needless pity and + passing interest, had made a will in her favor to the prejudice of his + natural heir. Of what odds was it that that heir had ample means already, + or even that he was her bitter enemy? Did not the very fact that he was + her enemy and that she despised him make it impossible for her to take + advantage of an old man’s whim so as to rob him? She would have no + lawsuit; he might keep the fifty thousand dollars, and she would go her + way as though Mr. Homer Ramsay and Mr. Horace Barker had never existed. + Mr. Ramsay had left her his money on the assumption that she would be able + to marry. To have taken it knowing that she intended never to marry would + have been to take it under false pretences. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Mills consoled himself after much additional expostulation with the + reflection that if a woman is bent on making a fool of herself, the wisest + man in the world is helpless to prevent her. He set himself at last to + prepare the necessary papers which would put Mr. Horace Barker in + possession of his cousin’s property; and very shortly the act of signal + folly, as he termed it, was completed. Tongues in the neighborhood wagged + energetically for a few days; but presently the birth of twins in the next + block distracted the public mind, and Elizabeth was allowed to resume the + vocation of an inconspicuous schoolmistress. From the object of her + bounty, Mr. Horace Barker, she heard nothing directly; but at least he had + the grace to discontinue his persecutions. And parental confidence, which, + in spite of scarlet-fever, had never been wholly lost, was manifested in + the form of numerous applications to take pupils for the coming year. For + the first time for many weeks Elizabeth was in excellent spirits and was + looking forward to the summer vacation, now close at hand; during which + she hoped to be able to fit herself more thoroughly for her duties after a + few weeks of necessary rest. + </p> + <p> + One evening, about a fortnight before the date when the school was to + close, she noticed that the print of her book seemed blurred; she turned + the page and, perceiving the same effect, realized that her vision was + impaired. On the following morning at school she noticed the same + peculiarity whenever she looked at a book. She concluded that it was but a + passing weakness, the result of having studied too assiduously at night. + Still, recognizing that her eyes were all-important to her, she decided to + consult an oculist at once. It would be a simple matter to do, for was + there not one directly opposite in the house next to Mr. Ramsay’s? The + sign, Dr. James Clay, Oculist, had daily stared her in the face. She + resolved to consult him that very day after school. To be sure she knew + nothing about him individually, but she was aware that only doctors of the + best class were to be found in Saville Street. + </p> + <p> + She was obliged to wait in an anteroom, as there were three or four + patients ahead of her. When her turn came to be ushered into the doctor’s + office, she found herself suddenly in the presence of the unknown young + man whom she was accustomed to meet daily on her way from school. Her + impulse at recognizing him, though she could not have told why, was to + slip away; but before she could move, he looked up from the table over + which he was bent making a memorandum. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Whyte!” he exclaimed with pleased astonishment and some confusion, + advancing to meet her. “In what way can I be of service to you?” + </p> + <p> + “Dr. Clay? I should like you to look at my eyes; they have been troubling + me lately.” + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth briefly detailed her symptoms. He listened with gravity, and + then after requesting her to change her seat, he examined her eyes with + absorbed attention. This took some minutes, and when he had finished there + was something in his manner which prompted her to say: + </p> + <p> + “Of course you will tell me, Dr. Clay, exactly what is the matter.” + </p> + <p> + “I am bound to do so,” he said, slowly. “I wished to make perfectly sure, + before saying that your eyes are quite seriously affected—not that + there is danger of a loss of sight, if proper precautions are taken—but—but + it will be absolutely necessary for you to abstain from using them in + order to check the progress of the disease.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” she said, quietly, after a brief silence. “Do you mean that I + cannot teach school? I am a school-teacher.” + </p> + <p> + “I knew that; and knowing it, I thought it best to tell you the whole + truth. No, Miss Whyte; you must not use your eyes for at least a year, if + you do not wish to lose your sight.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” said Elizabeth again, with the hopeless air of one from whom the + impossible is demanded. “I thank you, Dr. Clay, for telling me the truth,” + she added, simply. “Have I strained my eyes?” + </p> + <p> + “You have evidently overtaxed them a little; but the disease is primarily + a disease of the nerves. Will you excuse me for asking if at any time + within the last few years you have suffered a severe shock?” + </p> + <p> + “A shock?” Elizabeth hesitated an instant, and replied gently: “Yes; but + it was a number of years ago.” + </p> + <p> + “That would account for the case, nevertheless.” + </p> + <p> + A few minutes later Elizabeth was walking along the street, face to face + with despair. She had not been able to obtain permission from the doctor + to use her eyes even during the ten days which remained before vacation. + He had said that every moment of delay would make the cure more difficult. + She must absolutely cease to look at a book for one whole year. It would + be necessary at first for her to visit him for treatment two or three + times a week. He had said—she remembered his exact words—“I + cannot do a very great deal for you; we can rely only on time for that; + but believe me, I shall endeavor to help you so far as it lies in human + power. I hope that you will trust me—and—and come to me + freely.” Kind words these, but of what avail were they to answer the + embarrassing question how she was to live? She must give up her school at + least for a year; that seemed inevitable. How was she to earn her daily + bread if she obeyed the doctor’s orders? Would it not be better to use her + eyes to the end, and trust to charity to send her to an infirmary when she + became blind? Why had she been foolish enough to refuse Mr. Ramsay’s + property? But for a quixotic theory, she would not now have been at the + world’s mercy. + </p> + <p> + It was the sting of shame which this last thought aroused, following in + the train of her bitter reasoning, that caused her to quicken her pace and + clinch her hands. That same pride, which had been her ally hitherto, had + come to her rescue once more. She said to herself that she had done what + she knew was right, and that no force of cruel circumstances should induce + her to regret that she had not acted differently. She would prove still + that she was able to make her own way without assistance, even though she + were obliged to scrub floors. A shock? The shock of a betrayed faith which + had arrayed her soul in bitterness against mankind. Must she own that she + was crushed? Not while she had an arm to toil and a heart to strive. + </p> + <p> + The next ten days were bitter ones. Elizabeth, after disbanding her + school, began to plan and contrive for the future. Schemes bright with + prospect suggested themselves, and faded into smoke at the touch of + practicability. She had a few hundred dollars, which would enable her to + live until she had been able to devise a plan, and she determined that the + world should not think that she was discouraged. The world, and chiefly at + the moment Dr. Clay, whose kindness and earnest attention during the + visits which she paid him suggested that he felt great pity for her. Pity? + She wished the pity of no man. + </p> + <p> + One evening while she was alone in her parlor, wrestling with her schemes, + the maid entered and said that a gentleman wished to see her. A gentleman? + She could think of none who would be likely to call upon her, but she bade + the girl show him in; and a moment later she was greeting Dr. Clay. + Presently, while she was wondering why he had come, she found herself + listening to these words: “I am a stranger to you to all intents and + purposes, but you are none to me. For months I have dogged your footsteps + unknown to you, and haunted this house in my walks because I knew that you + lived here. The memory of your face has sweetened my dreams, and those + brief moments when we have passed each other daily have been sweeter than + any paradise. I know the story of your struggle with that coward and of + your noble act of renunciation. It cut into my heart like a knife to speak + to you those necessary words the other day, and I have been miserable ever + since. I said to myself at last that I would go to you and tell you that I + could not be happy apart from you; and that your happiness was mine. This + seems presumptuous, intrusive: I wish to be neither. I have merely come to + ask that I may be free to call upon you and to try to make you love me. I + am not rich, but my practice is such that I am able to offer you a home. + Will you allow me to come to see you, at least to be your friend?” + </p> + <p> + The silence which followed this eager question seemed to demand an answer. + Elizabeth, who had been sitting with bent head, looked up presently and + answered with a sweet smile: + </p> + <p> + “I have no friends, Dr. Clay. I think it would be very pleasant to have + one.” + </p> + <p> + A few minutes later when he was gone, Elizabeth sat for some time without + moving, with the same happy smile on her lips. He had asked nothing more + and she had given him no greater assurance. Why was it that at last she + buried her face in her hands and sobbed as though her bosom would break? + Why was it, too, that before she went to bed that night she took a handful + of withered flowers, mere dust and ashes, from the secret drawer of her + work-box, and, wrapping them in the paper which had enclosed them, held + them in the flame of the lamp until they were consumed? Why? Because love, + unwatched for, unbidden had entered her heart, which she thought sere as + the rose-leaves, and restored light to the sunshine and joy to the world. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A SURRENDER + </h2> + <p> + Morgan Russell and I were lolling one day on the beach at Rock Ledge + watching the bathers. We had played three sets of tennis, followed by a + dip in the ocean, and were waiting for the luncheon hour. Though Russell + was my junior by four years, we were old friends, and had prearranged our + vacation to renew our intimacy, which the force of circumstances had + interrupted since we were students together at Harvard. Russell had been a + Freshman when I was a Senior, but as we happened to room in the same + entry, this propinquity had resulted in warm mutual liking. I had been out + of college for eight years, had studied law, and was the managing clerk of + a large law firm, and in receipt of what I then thought a tremendous + salary. Russell was still at Cambridge. He had elected at graduation to + pursue post-graduate courses in chemistry and physics, and had recently + accepted a tutorship. He had not discovered until the beginning of the + Junior year his strong predilection for scientific investigation, but he + had given himself up to it with an ardor which dwarfed everything else on + the horizon of his fancy. It was of his future we were talking, for he + wished to take his old chum into his confidence and to make plain his + ambition. “I recognize of course,” he told me, “that I’ve an uphill fight + ahead of me, but my heart is in it. My heart wouldn’t be in it if I felt + that the best years of my life were to be eaten up by mere teaching. + Nowadays a man who’s hired to teach is expected to teach until his daily + supply of gray matter has run out, and his original work has to wait until + after he’s dead. There’s where I’m more fortunate than some. The fifteen + hundred dollars—a veritable godsend—which I receive annually + under the will of my aunt, will keep the wolf at a respectful distance and + enable me to play the investigator to my heart’s content. I’m determined + to be thorough, George. There is no excuse for superficiality in science. + But in the end I intend to find out something new. See if I don’t, old + man.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t a doubt you will, Morgan,” I replied. “I don’t mind letting on + that I ran across Professor Drayson last winter, and he told me you were + the most promising enthusiast he had seen for a long time; that you were + patient and level-headed as well as eager. Drayson doesn’t scatter + compliments lightly. But fifteen hundred dollars isn’t a very impressive + income.” + </p> + <p> + “It was very good of the old fellow to speak so well of me.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose you marry?” + </p> + <p> + “Marry?” Russell looked up from the sea-shells with which he had been + playing, and smiled brightly. He had a thin, slightly delicate face with + an expression which was both animated and amiable, and keen, strong gray + eyes. “I’ve thought of that. I’m not what is called contemplating + matrimony at the moment; but I’ve considered the possibility, and it + doesn’t appall me.” + </p> + <p> + “On fifteen hundred a year?” + </p> + <p> + “And why not, George?” he responded a little fiercely. “Think of the host + of teachers, clerks, small tradesmen, and innumerable other reputable + human beings who marry and bring up families on that or less. Which do you + think I would prefer, to amass a fortune in business and have my town and + country house and steam yacht, or to exist on a pittance and discover + before I die something to benefit the race of man?” + </p> + <p> + “Knowing you as I do, there’s only one answer to that conundrum,” said I. + “And you’re right, too, theoretically, Morgan. My ancestors in Westford + would have thought fifteen hundred downright comfort, and in admitting to + you that five thousand in New York is genteel poverty, I merely reveal + what greater comforts the ambitious American demands. I agree with you + that from the point of view of real necessity one-half the increase is + sheer materialism. But who’s the girl?” + </p> + <p> + “There is no girl. Probably there never will be. But I’m no crank. I like + a good dinner and a seat at the play and an artistic domestic hearth as + well as the next man. If I were to marry, of course I should retain the + tutorship which I accepted temporarily as a means of training my own + perceptions, though I should try to preserve as at present a considerable + portion of my time free from the grind of teaching. Then much as I despise + the method of rushing into print prematurely in order to achieve a + newspaper scientific reputation, I should expect to eke out my income by + occasional magazine articles and presently a book. With twenty-five + hundred or three thousand a year we should manage famously.” + </p> + <p> + “It would all depend upon the woman,” said I with the definiteness of an + oracle. + </p> + <p> + “If the savants in England, France, and Germany—the men who have + been content to starve in order to attain immortality—could find + wives to keep them company, surely their counterparts are to be found here + where woman is not the slave but the companion of man and is encouraged to + think not merely about him but think of him.” After this preroration + Russell stopped abruptly, then raised himself on one elbow. Attracted by + his sudden interest I turned lazily in the same direction, and after a + moment’s scrutiny ejaculated: “It looks just like her.” + </p> + <p> + As it was nearing the luncheon hour, most of the bathers had retired. Two + women, one of them a girl of twenty-five, in the full bloom of youth and + vigor, with an open countenance and a self-reliant, slightly effusive + smile, were on the way to their bath. They were stepping transversely + across the beach from their bath-house at one end in order to reach the + place where the waves were highest, and their course was taking them + within a few yards of where we lay. For some reason the younger woman had + not put on the oil-skin cap designed to save her abundant hair from + getting wet, but carried it dangling from her fingers, and, just as + Russell noticed her, she dropped it on the beach. After stooping to pick + it up, she waited a moment for her friend to join her, revealing her full + face. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it’s certainly she,” I announced. “I spoke to her on the pier in New + York last autumn, when she was returning from Europe, and it’s either she + or her double.” + </p> + <p> + “You know her?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, the Widow Spaulding.” + </p> + <p> + “Widow? You mean the girl?” + </p> + <p> + There was just a trace of disappointment in the tone of Russell’s + surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I mean the girl. But you needn’t dismiss her altogether from your + fastidiously romantic soul merely because she has belonged to another. + There are extenuating circumstances. She married the Rev. Horace + Spaulding, poor fellow, on his deathbed, when he was in the last stages of + consumption, and two days later she was his widow.” + </p> + <p> + “You seem to know a good deal about her.” + </p> + <p> + “I ought to, for she was born and bred in Westford. Edna Knight was her + name—the daughter of Justin Knight, the local attorney, half-lawyer + and half-dreamer. His parents were followers of Emerson, and there have + been plain living and high thinking in that family for three generations. + Look at her,” I added, as she breasted a giant wave and jubilantly threw + herself into its embrace, “she takes to the water like a duck. I never saw + a girl so metamorphosed in three years.” + </p> + <p> + “What was she like before?” asked Russell. + </p> + <p> + “Changed physically, I mean, and—and socially, I suppose it should + be called. Three years ago, at the time of her marriage to Spaulding, she + was a slip of a girl, shy, delicate, and introspective. She and her lover + were brought up in adjacent houses, and the world for her signified the + garden hedge over which they whispered in the gloaming, and later his + prowess at the divinity school and his hope of a parish. When galloping + consumption cut him off she walked about shrouded in her grief as one dead + to the world of men and women. I passed her occasionally when I returned + home to visit my family, and she looked as though she were going into a + decline. That was a year after her marriage. Solicitous sympathy was + unavailing, and the person responsible for her regaining her grip on life + was, curiously enough, a summer boarder whom old Mrs. Spaulding had taken + into her family in order to make both ends meet. Westford has been saved + from rusting out by the advent in the nick of time of the fashionable + summer boarder, and Mrs. Sidney Dale, whose husband is a New York banker, + and who spent two summers there as a cure for nervous prostration, + fascinated Edna without meaning to and made a new woman of her in the + process. There is the story for you. A year ago Mrs. Dale took her to + Europe as a sort of finishing touch, I suppose. I understand Westford + thinks her affliction has developed her wonderfully, and finds her + immensely improved; which must mean that she has triumphed over her grief, + but has not forgotten, for Westford would never pardon a purely material + evolution.” + </p> + <p> + “I noticed her at the hotel this morning before you arrived, and admired + the earnestness and ardor of her expression.” + </p> + <p> + “And her good looks presumably. I saw you start when she approached just + now. She may be just the woman for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Introduce me then. And her companion?” + </p> + <p> + “Will fall to my lot, of course, but I have no clew as to her identity.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Spaulding enlightened me on the hotel piazza, after luncheon, when, + as a sequence to this persiflage I brought up my friend. The stranger + proved to be Mrs. Agnes Gay Spinney, a literary person, a lecturer on + history and literature. It transpired later that she and Edna had become + acquainted and intimate at Westford the previous spring during a few weeks + which Mrs. Spinney had spent there in the preparation of three new + lectures for the coming season. She was a rather serious-looking woman of + about forty with a straight figure, good features, and a pleasant, but + infrequent smile, suggesting that its owner was not susceptible to + flippancy. However, she naïvely admitted that she had come away for pure + recreation and to forget the responsibilities of life. + </p> + <p> + Morgan and the widow were conversing with so much animation that I, to + whom this remark was addressed, took upon myself to give youth a free + field; consequently I resigned myself to Mrs. Spinney’s dignified point of + view, and, avoiding badinage or irony, evinced such an amiable interest in + drawing her out that by the end of fifteen minutes she asked leave to show + me the catalogue of her lectures, a proof of which she had just received + from the printer. When she had gone to fetch it, I promptly inquired: + </p> + <p> + “Why don’t you two young people improve this fine afternoon by a round of + golf?” + </p> + <p> + A gleam of animation over Morgan’s face betrayed that he regarded the + suggestion as eminently happy. But it was Edna who spoke first. + </p> + <p> + “If Mr. Russell will put up with my poor game, I should enjoy playing + immensely. But,” she added smiling confidently and regarding him with her + large, steady brown eyes, “I don’t intend to remain a duffer at it long. I + see,” she continued after a moment, “from your expression, Mr. Randall, + that you doubt this. I could tell from the corners of your mouth.” + </p> + <p> + “I must grow a mustache to conceal my thoughts, it seems. I was only + thinking, Mrs. Spaulding, that golf is a difficult game at which to + excel.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but they say that care and determination and—and keeping the + eye on the ball will work wonders even for a woman. I shall be only a + moment in getting ready, Mr. Russell.” + </p> + <p> + “But what is to become of you, George?” asked Morgan as she disappeared. + </p> + <p> + “I noticed that a sensitive conscience kept you tongue-tied. This is + probably one of the most self-sacrificing acts which will be performed the + present summer. But you will remember that Mephistopheles on a certain + occasion was equally good-natured.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be absurd. Is she very trying?” + </p> + <p> + “Dame Martha had some humor and no understanding; Mrs. Spinney has some + understanding and no humor. Here she comes with her catalogue of lectures. + There are over fifty of them, and from their scope she must be almost + omniscient. How are you getting on with the widow?” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Spaulding seems to me an interesting woman. She has opinions of her + own, which she expresses clearly and firmly. I like her,” responded Morgan + with a definiteness of manner which suggested that he was not to be + debarred by fear of banter from admitting that he was attracted. + </p> + <p> + It seems that as they strode over the links that afternoon he was + impressed by her fine physical bearing. There were a freedom and an ease + in her movements, essentially womanly and graceful, yet independent and + self-reliant, which stirred his pulses. He had been a close and absorbed + student, and his observation of the other sex had been largely indifferent + and formal. He knew, of course, that the modern woman had sloughed off + helplessness and docile dependence on man, but like an ostrich with its + head in the sand he had chosen to form a mental conception of what she was + like, and he had pictured her either as a hoyden or an unsympathetic + blue-stocking. This trig, well-developed beauty, with her sensible, alert + face and capable manner was an agreeable revelation. If she was a type, he + had neglected his opportunities. But the present was his at all events. + Here was companionship worthy of the name, and a stimulating vindication + of the success of woman’s revolt from her own weakness and subserviency. + When at the conclusion of their game they sat down on a bank overlooking + the last hole and connected conversation took the place of desultory + dialogue between shots, he was struck by her common sense, her enthusiasm, + and her friendliness. He gathered that she was eager to support herself by + some form of intellectual occupation, preferably teaching or writing, and + that she had come to Rock Ledge with Mrs. Spinney in order to talk over + quietly whether she might better take courses of study at Radcliffe or + Wellesley, or learn the Kindergarten methods and at the same time apply + herself diligently to preparation for creative work. Of one thing she was + certain, that she did not wish to rust out in Westford. While her father + lived, of course her nominal home would be there, but she felt that she + could not be happy with nothing but household employment in a small town + out of touch with the movement and breadth of modern life. The substance + of this information was confided to me by Morgan before we went to bed + that night. + </p> + <p> + It is easy and natural for two young people vegetating at a summer resort + to become exceedingly intimate in three or four days, especially when + facility for intercourse is promoted and freedom from interruption + guaranteed by a self-sacrificing accessory. My complicity at the outset + had been pure off-hand pleasantry, but by the end of thirty-six hours it + was obvious to me that Morgan’s interest was that of a man deeply + infatuated. Seeing that the two young people were of marriageable age and + free, so far as I knew, from disqualifying blemishes which would justify + me in putting either on guard against the other, I concluded that it + behooved me as a loyal friend to keep Mrs. Spinney occupied and out of the + way. Consequently Morgan and Mrs. Spaulding were constantly together + during the ensuing ten days, and so skilfully did I behave that the + innocent pair regarded the flirtation which I was carrying on as a superb + joke—a case of a banterer caught in the toils, and Mrs. Spinney’s + manners suggested that she was agreeably flattered. + </p> + <p> + Morgan’s statement that he had never contemplated marriage was true, and + yet in the background of his dream of the future lurked a female vision + whose sympathy and companionship were to be the spur of his ambition and + the mainstay of his courage. Had he found her? He did not need to ask + himself the question more than once. He knew that he had, and, knowing + that he was deeply in love, he turned to face the two questions by which + he was confronted. First, would she have him? Second, in case she would, + was he in a position to ask her to marry him, or, more concretely, could + he support her? The first could be solved only by direct inquiry. The + answer to the second depended on whether the views which he had expressed + to me as to the possibilities of matrimonial content in circumstances like + his were correct. Or was I right, and did it all depend upon the woman? + But what if it did? Was not this just the woman to sympathize entirely + with his ambition and to keep him up to the mark in case the shoe pinched? + There was no doubt of her enthusiasm and interest when in the course of + one of their walks he had confided to her that he had dedicated his life + to close scientific investigation. Well, he would lay the situation + squarely before her and she could give him his answer. If she was the kind + of woman he believed her to be and she loved him and had faith in him, + would the prospect of limited means appall her? He felt sure that it would + not. + </p> + <p> + By the light of subsequent events, being something of a mind reader, I + know the rest of their story as well as though I had been present in the + flesh. + </p> + <p> + Before the end of the fortnight he made a clean breast of his love and of + his scruples. He chose an occasion when they had strolled far along the + shore and were resting among picturesque rocks overlooking the ocean. She + listened shyly, as became a woman, but once or twice while he was speaking + she looked up at him with unmistakable ardor and joy in her brown eyes + which let him know that his feelings were reciprocated before she + confessed it by speech. He was so determined to make clear to her what was + in store for her if she accepted him that without waiting for an answer to + his burning avowal he proceeded to point out and to reiterate that the + scantiest kind of living so far as creature comforts were concerned was + all which he could promise either for the present or for the future. + </p> + <p> + When, having satisfied his conscience, he ceased speaking, Edna turned + toward him and with a sigh of sentiment swept back the low bands of + profuse dark hair from her temples as though by the gesture she were + casting all anxieties and hindrances to the winds. “How strange it is!” + she murmured. “The last thing which I supposed could happen to me in + coming here was that I should marry. But I am in love—in love with + you; and to turn one’s back on that blessing would be to squander the + happiness of existence.” She was silent a moment. Then she continued + gravely, “As you know, I was engaged—married once before. How long + ago it seems! I thought once, I believed once, that I could never love + again. Dear Horace, how wrapped up we were in each other! But I was a + child then, and—and it seems as though all I know of the real world + has been learned since. I must not distrust—I will not refuse the + opportunity to make you happy and to become happier myself by resisting + the impulse of my heart. I love you—Morgan.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank God! But are you sure, Edna, that you have counted the cost of + marrying me?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes! We shall manage very well, I think,” she answered, speaking + slowly and contracting a little her broad brow in the attempt to argue + dispassionately. “It isn’t as if you had nothing. You have fifteen hundred + dollars and your salary, nearly two thousand more. Five years ago that + would have seemed to me wealth, and now, of course, I understand that it + isn’t; and five years ago I suppose I would have married a man if I loved + him no matter how poor he was. But to-day I am wiser—that’s the + word, isn’t it? For I recognize that I might not be happy as a mere + drudge, and to become one would conflict with what I feel that I owe + myself in the way of—shall I call it civilizing and self-respecting + comfort? So you see if you hadn’t a cent, I might feel it was more + sensible and better for us both to wait or to give each other up. But it + isn’t a case of that at all. We’ve plenty to start on—plenty, and + more than I’m accustomed to; and by the time we need more, if we do need + more, you will be famous.” + </p> + <p> + “But it’s just that, Edna,” he interjected quickly. “I may never be + famous. I may be obscure, and we may be poor, relatively speaking, all our + lives,” and he sighed dismally. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, you will, and oh, no, we shan’t!” she exclaimed buoyantly. + “Surely, you don’t expect me to believe that you are not going to succeed + and to make a name for yourself? We must take some chances—if that + is a chance. You have told me yourself that you intended to succeed.” + </p> + <p> + “In the end, yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, then, shouldn’t I believe it, too? It would be monstrous—disloyal + and unromantic not to. I won’t listen to a word more on that score, + please. And the rest follows, doesn’t it? We are marrying because we love + each other and believe we can help each other, and I am sure one of the + reasons why we love each other is that we both have enthusiasm and find + life intensely absorbing and admire that in the other. There’s the great + difference between me now and what I was at eighteen. The mere zest of + existence seems to me so much greater than it used. There are so many + interesting things to do, so many interesting things which we would like + to do. And now we shall be able to do them together, shan’t we?” she + concluded, her eyes lighted with confident happiness, her cheeks mantling + partly from love, partly, perhaps, from a sudden consciousness that she + was almost playing the wooer. + </p> + <p> + Morgan was equal to the occasion. “Until death do us part, Edna. This is + the joy of which I have dreamed for years and wondered if it could ever be + mine,” he whispered, as he looked into her face with all the ardor of his + soul and kissed her on the lips. + </p> + <p> + That evening he hooked his arm in mine on the piazza after dinner and + said, “You builded better than you knew, George. We are engaged, and she’s + the one woman in the world for me. I’ve told her everything—everything, + and she isn’t afraid.” + </p> + <p> + “And you give me the credit of it. That’s Christian and handsome. I’ll say + one thing for her which any one can see from her face, that she has good + looks and intelligence. As to the rest, you monopolized her so that our + acquaintance is yet to begin.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall begin at once,” said Morgan, with a happy laugh. “But what about + you, George?” + </p> + <p> + “I leave for New York to-night. Now that the young lovers have plighted + their troth my presence is no longer necessary. A sudden telegram will + arrive.” + </p> + <p> + “But Mrs. Spinney? We have begun to—er—hope—” + </p> + <p> + “Hope?” + </p> + <p> + “Begun to think—wondered if—” + </p> + <p> + “I were going to marry a woman several years my senior who has the + effrontery to believe that she can lecture acceptably on the entire range + of literary and social knowledge from the Troubadours and the Crusades to + Rudyard Kipling and the Referendum? Such is the reward of disinterested + self-sacrifice!” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, George. I knew at first that you were trying to do me a good + turn, but—but you were so persistent that you deceived us. I’m + really glad there’s nothing in it.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks awfully.” Then bending a sardonic glance on my friend, I murmured + sententiously: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, + And therefore is Winged Cupid painted blind.” + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + “Edna, why don’t you take a more active interest in these club + gatherings?” asked Morgan Russell one afternoon eight years subsequent to + their marriage. He had laid aside his work for the day, and having joined + his wife on the piazza was glancing over a printed notice of a meeting + which she had left on the table. “I’m inclined to think you would get + considerable diversion from them, and the study work at home would be in + your line.” + </p> + <p> + Edna was silent a moment. She bent her head over her work—a child’s + blouse—that he might not notice that she was biting her lip, and she + managed to impart a dispassionate and almost jaunty tone to the indictment + which uttered. + </p> + <p> + “Every now and then, Morgan, you remind me of Edward Casaubon in + ‘Middlemarch.’ Not often, but every now and then lately.” + </p> + <p> + “That selfish, fusty, undiscerning bookworm?” + </p> + <p> + “You’re not selfish and you’re not fusty; but you remind me of him when + you make remarks like your first.” She brushed a caterpillar from her + light summer skirt, and noticing the draggled edge held it up. “There’s + one answer to your question about taking an active interest in clubs. + There are twenty others, but this is one.” + </p> + <p> + Her husband appeared puzzled. He looked well, but pale and thin, as though + accustomed to close application. + </p> + <p> + “I mean I can’t afford it,” she added. + </p> + <p> + “I see. Then it was stupid of me—Casaubonish, I dare say, to have + spoken. I was only trying to put a little more variety into your life + because I realized that you ought to have it.” + </p> + <p> + Edna gave a faint sigh by way of acquiescence. Marriage had changed her + but little in appearance. She looked scarcely older, and her steady eyes, + broad brow, and ready smile gave the same effect of determination and + spirit, though she seemed more sober. + </p> + <p> + “I’m a little dull myself and that makes me captious,” she asserted. Then + dropping her work and clasping her hands she looked up earnestly at him + and said, “Don’t you see the impossibility of my being active in my club, + Morgan? I go to it, of course, occasionally, so as not to drop out of + things altogether, but in order to take a prominent part and get the real + benefit of the meetings a woman needs time and money. Not so very much + money, nor so very much time, but more of either than I have at my + disposal. Of course, I would like, if we had more income—and what is + much more essential—more time, to accept some of the invitations + which I receive to express my ideas before the club, but it is out of the + question. I have a horror of superficiality just as you have.” + </p> + <p> + “A sad fate; a poor man’s wife,” said Morgan with a smile which, though + tranquil, was wan. + </p> + <p> + “And you warned me. Don’t think for a moment I’m complaining or + regretting. I was only answering your question. Do you realize, dear, we + shall have been married eight years day after to-morrow?” + </p> + <p> + “So we have, Edna. And what a blessing our marriage has been to me!” + </p> + <p> + “We have been very happy.” Then, she said, after a pause, as though she + had been making up her mind to put the question, “You are really content, + Morgan?” + </p> + <p> + “Content?” he echoed, “with you, Edna?” + </p> + <p> + “Not with me as me, but with us both together; with our progress, and with + what we stand for as human beings?” + </p> + <p> + “I think so. That is, relatively speaking, and provided I understand + correctly what you mean.” + </p> + <p> + She had not resumed her work, and her eager, resolute expression indicated + that she was preparing to push the conversation to a more crucial point. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose what I mean is, would you, if we were going to start over + again, do just as you have—devote yourself to science?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” Morgan flushed. “I don’t see the use of considering that conundrum. + I have devoted myself to science and there is no help for it, even if I + were dissatisfied.” + </p> + <p> + “No present help.” + </p> + <p> + “No help at any time, Edna. But why resurrect this ghost? We burned our + bridges at the altar.” + </p> + <p> + “We did. And don’t misunderstand me, dear. I’m not flinching, I’m not even + regretting, as I said to you before. Perhaps it may seem to you brutal—which + is worse than Casaubonish—to ask you such a question. Still, we’re + husband and wife, and on an anniversary like this why isn’t it sensible to + look matters squarely in the face, and consider whether we’ve been wise or + not? You ask the use. Are we not both seeking the truth?” + </p> + <p> + “Just as a tradesman takes an account of stock to ascertain whether he is + bankrupt. I suppose you are thinking of the children and—and you + admitted that you are a little tired yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “I wasn’t thinking of any one. I was simply considering the question as an + abstract proposition—by the light, of course, of our experience.” + </p> + <p> + “It is hard for you, Edna; yes, it is hard. I often think of it.” + </p> + <p> + “But I shouldn’t mind its being hard if I were sure we were wise—justified.” + </p> + <p> + Morgan leaned toward her and said with grave intensity, “How, dear, are + the great truths of science to be ascertained unless men—men and + their wives—are willing to delve lovingly, to sacrifice comforts, + and even endure hardships in pursuit of them?” + </p> + <p> + Edna drew a deep breath. “But you must answer me a question. How are + children to be educated, and their minds, bodies, and manners guarded and + formed in the ideal way on a small income such as ours?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought it was the children.” + </p> + <p> + “It isn’t merely the children. It’s myself and you—you, Morgan. It + breaks my heart to see you pale, thin, and tired most of the time. You + like good food and we can’t afford to keep a decent cook. You have to + consider every cent you spend, and the consequence is you have no + amusement, and if you take a vacation, it is at some cheap place where you + are thoroughly uncomfortable. And, of course, it is the children, too. If + you, with your talents had gone into business or followed medicine or the + law, like your friend Mr. Randall, we should have an income by this time + which—well, for one thing, we should be able to keep the children at + the seaside until October, and for another have Ernest’s teeth + straightened.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I can manage both of those, as it is. But, Edna, what’s the + advantage of considering what might have been? Besides, you haven’t + answered my question.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it,” she said slowly. “You mustn’t misunderstand me, Morgan. I’m + very proud of you, and I appreciate fully your talent, your + self-sacrifice, and your modesty. I thought you entirely right the other + day in repulsing that odious reporter who wished to make a public + character of you before you were ready. I’m content to wait—to wait + forever, and I shall be happy in waiting. But, on the other hand, I’ve + never been afraid to face the truth. It’s my way. I’ve done so all my + life; and my growth mentally and morally has come through my willingness + to acknowledge my mistakes. Every one says it is fine for other people to + starve for the sake of discovery, but how few are willing to do it + themselves! If we were in a book, the world would admire us, but sometimes + I can’t help wondering if we would not be happier and more satisfactory + human products if you had done something which brought you rewards more + commensurate with your abilities. I’m merely thinking aloud, Morgan. I’m + intensely interested, as you know, in the problems of life, and this is + one of them.” + </p> + <p> + “But you know foreigners claim that we as a nation are not really + interested in culture and knowledge, but only in their money value. What + becomes of the best scholarship if we are ready to admit it?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! but Professor Drayson told me only the other day that abroad, in + Germany, for instance, they give their learned professors and savants + suitable salaries and make much of them socially, because it is recognized + that otherwise they wouldn’t be willing to consecrate themselves to their + work.” + </p> + <p> + “Then the essential thing for me to do is to invent some apparatus which I + can sell to a syndicate for half a million dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “That would be very nice, Morgan,” she answered, smiling brightly. “But + you know perfectly well that if we go on just as we are to the end, I + shall be thoroughly proud of you, and thoroughly happy—relatively + speaking.” So saying she put her arm around her husband’s neck and kissed + him affectionately. + </p> + <p> + Although this conversation was more definite than any which had taken + place between them, Morgan was not seriously distressed. He knew that it + was his wife’s method to think aloud, and he knew that she would be just + as loyal to him and no less cheerful because of it. She was considering a + problem in living, and one which indisputably had two sides. He had always + been aware of it, and the passage of time without special achievement on + his part had brought it more pointedly before him now that there were two + children and the prospect of a third. He was absorbed in his vocation; and + the lack of certain comforts—necessities, perhaps—though + inconvenient, would not have weighed appreciably in the scale were he the + only one affected. But though he was pursuing his course along the path of + investigation eagerly and doing good work without a shadow of + disappointment, he was aware not merely that he had not as yet made a + concrete valuable discovery, but might never do so. This possibility did + not appall him, but he recognized that it was a part of the circumstances + of his particular case viewed from the standpoint of a contemplative + judgment on his behavior. He was succeeding, but was his success of a + character to justify depriving his wife and children of what might have + been theirs but for his selection? The discussion was purely academic, for + he had made his choice, but he did not question Edna’s privilege to weigh + the abstract proposition, and accordingly was not depressed by her + frankness. + </p> + <p> + It happened a few weeks later that Edna received a letter from Mrs. Sidney + Dale inviting her and Morgan to spend a fortnight at the Dale spring and + autumn home on the Hudson. Edna had seen Mrs. Dale but twice since their + trip abroad. She had been unable to accept a previous similar invitation, + but on this occasion Morgan insisted that she should go. He argued that it + would refresh and rest her, and he agreed to conduct her to Cliffside and + remain for a day or two himself. + </p> + <p> + Cliffside proved to be a picturesque, spacious house artistically situated + at the vantage point of a domain of twenty acres and furnished with the + soothing elegancies of modern ingenuity and taste. Among the attractions + were a terrace garden, a well-accoutred stable, a tennis court, and a + steam yacht. Mrs. Dale, who had prefaced her invitation by informing her + husband that she never understood exactly why she was so fond of Edna and + feared that the Russells were very poor, sat, a vision of successive cool, + light summer garments, doing fancy work on the piazza, and talking in her + engaging, brightly indolent manner. Morgan found Mr. Dale, who was taking + a vacation within telephonic reach of New York, a genial, well-informed + man with the effect of mental strength and reserve power. They became + friendly over their cigars, and a common liking for old-fashioned gardens. + On the evening before he departed, Morgan, in the course of conversation, + expressed an opinion concerning certain electrical appliances before the + public in the securities of which his host was interested. The banker + listened with keen attention, put sundry questions which revealed his own + acuteness, and in pursuance of the topic talked to Morgan graphically + until after midnight of the large enterprises involving new mechanical + discoveries in which his firm was engaged. + </p> + <p> + Morgan was obliged to go home on the following morning, but Edna remained + a full fortnight. On the day of her return Morgan was pleased to perceive + that the trip had evidently done her good. Not only did she look brighter + and fresher, but there was a sparkling gayety in her manner which + suggested that the change had served as a tonic. Morgan did not suspect + that this access of spirits was occasioned by the secret she was + cherishing until she confronted him with it in the evening. + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” she said, “you would never guess what has happened, so I won’t + ask you to try. I wonder what you will think of it. Mr. Dale is going to + ask you—has asked you to go into his business—to become one of + his partners.” + </p> + <p> + “Asked me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. It seems you made a good impression on him from the first—especially + the last evening when you sat up together. It came about through Mrs. + Dale, I think. That is, Mr. Dale has been looking about for some time for + what he calls the right sort of man to take in, for one of his partners + has died recently and the business is growing; and Mrs. Dale seems to have + had us on her mind because she had got it into her head that we were + dreadfully poor. I don’t think she has at all a definite idea of what your + occupation is. But the long and short of it is her husband wants you. He + told me so himself in black and white, and you will receive a letter from + him within a day or two.” + </p> + <p> + “Wants me to become a broker?” + </p> + <p> + “A banker and broker.” + </p> + <p> + “And—er—give up my regular work?” + </p> + <p> + Edna nervously smoothed out the lap of her dress as though she realized + that she might be inflicting pain, but she raised her steady eyes and said + with pleasant firmness: + </p> + <p> + “You would have to, of course, wouldn’t you? But Mr. Dale explained that + you would be expected to keep a special eye on the mechanical and + scientific interests of the firm. He said he had told you about them. So + all that would be in your line of work, wouldn’t it?” + </p> + <p> + “I understand—I understand. It would amount to nothing from the + point of view of my special field of investigation,” he answered a little + sternly. “What reply did you make to him, Edna?” + </p> + <p> + “I merely said that I would tell you of the offer; that I didn’t know what + you would think.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish you had refused it then and there.” + </p> + <p> + “I couldn’t do that, of course. The decision did not rest with me. + Besides, Morgan, I thought you might think that we could not—er—afford + to refuse it, and that as you would still be more or less connected with + scientific matters, you might regard it as a happy compromise. Mr. Dale + said,” she continued with incisive clearness in which there was a tinge of + jubilation, “that on a conservative estimate you could count on ten or + twelve thousand dollars a year, and his manner suggested that your share + of the profits would be very much more than that.” + </p> + <p> + “The scientific part is a mere sop; it amounts to nothing. I should be a + banker, engaged in floating new financial enterprises and selling their + securities to the public.” + </p> + <p> + There was a brief silence. Edna rose and seating herself on the sofa + beside him took his hands and said with solemn emphasis, “Morgan, if you + think you will be unhappy—if you are satisfied that this change + would not be the best thing for us, say so and let us give it up. Give it + up and we will never think of it again.” + </p> + <p> + He looked her squarely in the face. “My God, Edna, I don’t know what to + answer! It’s a temptation. So many things would be made easy. It comes to + this, Is a man justified in refusing such an opportunity and sacrificing + his wife and children in order to be true to his——?” + </p> + <p> + She interrupted him. “If you put it that way, Morgan, we must decline. If + you are going to break your heart—” + </p> + <p> + “Or yours—” + </p> + <p> + “Morgan, whichever way you decide I shall be happy, provided only you are + sure. If you feel that you—we—all of us will be happier and er—more + effective human creatures going on as we are, it is your duty to refuse + Mr. Dale’s offer.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s a temptation,” murmured Morgan. “I must think it over, Edna. Am I + bound to resist it?” + </p> + <p> + “Bound?” + </p> + <p> + “You know I may never be heard of in science outside of a few partial + contemporaries.” His lip quivered with his wan smile. + </p> + <p> + “That has really nothing to do with it,” she asserted. + </p> + <p> + “I think it has, Edna,” he said simply. Then suddenly the remembrance of + the conversation with his friend Randall recurred to him with vivid + clearness. He looked up into his wife’s eyes and said, “After all, dear, + it really rests with you. The modern woman is man’s helpmate and + counsellor. What do you advise?” + </p> + <p> + Edna did not answer for a few moments. Her open, sensible brow seemed to + be seeking to be dispassionate as a judge and to expel every vestige of + prejudice. + </p> + <p> + “It’s a very close question to decide, Morgan. Of course, there are two + distinct sides. You ask me to tell you, as your wife, what I think is + wisest and best. I can’t set it forth as clearly as I should like—I + won’t attempt to give my reasons even. But somehow my instinct tells me + that if you don’t accept Mr. Dale’s offer, you will be sorry three years + hence.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall accept, Edna, dear,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Three years later I took Mrs. Sidney Dale out to dinner at the house of a + common friend in New York. In the course of conversation I remarked, “I + believe it is you, Mrs. Dale, who is responsible for the metamorphosis in + my friend, Morgan Russell.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he a friend of yours?” + </p> + <p> + “An old friend since college days. I never saw any one so spruced up, + shall I call it? He has gained fifteen pounds, is growing whiskers, and is + beginning to look the embodiment of worldly prosperity.” + </p> + <p> + “It is delightful to see them—both him and his wife. Yes, I suppose + I may claim to be responsible for rescuing him from obscurity. My husband + finds him a most valuable man in his business. I’m very fond of Mrs. + Russell. She hasn’t the obnoxious ways of most progressive women, and she + certainly has executive ability and common sense. Being such an indolent + person myself, I have always been fascinated by her spirit and cleverness. + I’m glad she has been given a chance. They are getting on nicely.” + </p> + <p> + “I think she is in her element now. I was at their house the other day,” I + continued blandly. “It seems that Edna is prominent in various educational + and philanthropic bodies, high in the councils of her club, and a leading + spirit in diverse lines of reform. They are entertaining a good deal—a + judicious sprinkling of the fashionable and the literary. The latest + swashbuckler romances were on the table, and it was evident from her tone + that she regarded them as great American literature. Everything was rose + color. Morgan came home while I was there. His hands were full of toys for + his children and violets for his wife. He began to talk golf. It’s a + complete case of ossification of the soul—pleasant enough to + encounter in daily intercourse, but sad to contemplate.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Dale turned in her chair. “I believe you’re laughing at me, Mr. + Randall. What is sad? And what do you mean by ossification of the soul?” + </p> + <p> + Said I with quiet gravity, “Fifteen or twenty thousand dollars a year. + Morgan Russell’s life is ruined—and the world had great hopes of + him.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Dale, who is a clever person, in spite of her disclaimers, was silent + a moment. “I know what you mean, of course. But I don’t agree with you in + the least. And you,” she added with the air of a woman making a telling + point—“you the recently appointed attorney of the paper trust, with + a fabulous salary, you’re the last man to talk like that.” + </p> + <p> + I regarded her a moment with sardonic brightness. “Mrs. Dale,” I said, “it + grieves us to see the ideals of our friends shattered.” + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg’s The Law-Breakers and Other Stories, by Robert Grant + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LAW-BREAKERS AND OTHER STORIES *** + +***** This file should be named 7763-h.htm or 7763-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/7/7/6/7763/ + + +Text file produced by Charles Franks, Eric Eldred, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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