CHAPTER XXXIIWhich Is in Some Respects Satisfactory
Which Is in Some Respects Satisfactory
Judith sat in Mr. Fenno's little office, while in the larger room the magnates were slowly gathering. She was deeply interested in the result of the coming meeting, a little anxious as well, on account of the last words which Mr. Fenno had said to her.
"Do you think George will accept?" he had asked.
"Why should he not?" she returned, startled.
"You see no reason?" were his words as he left her.
She puzzled to find a reason until, in the outer office, Mr. Fenno's deep voice began to address the little meeting. Before him sat, in two groups, the financiers and the reform politicians, whose interests were to be reconciled. They had, between them, the power to make a new railway president and a new mayor, but never yet had the two groups of men worked together.
"We all know why we are here," Mr. Fenno began. "A holy crusade is our object—or the protection of our interests."
"It is not your interests that influence you," said one of the reformers. "We are glad to see, Mr. Fenno, that you are moved by righteous indignation. This recent tragedy—" But Mr. Fenno stopped him by a sudden gesture.
"My stenographer," and he emphasised the word, "my stenographer is within hearing. If we require any other agreements than I have prepared, she can copy them." He saw the glances which his friends exchangedat the news of Judith's presence; moved by the sudden reference to her misfortunes, his heavy voice trembled as he proceeded. "We all have our—wrongs to avenge, and a good friend to place in his proper position. Before Mr. Mather comes, suppose we arrive at an understanding."
"Suppose," rejoined the leader of the reformers, "Mr. Fenno makes a statement of his expectations. It seems to me," he said when the explanation was forthcoming, "that the Good Government League is expected to give more than it receives."
"It is more blessed——" quoted Mr. Fenno drily.
"Can't we," put in Pease mildly, "give concessions on either side? I think we need each other."
"It is just this," said Mr. Fenno to the reformers: "Lend us your candidate to straighten out our tangle, and we'll lend him back to straighten yours."
"Is it possible," was the doubtful question, "that a president of the street-railroad can stand for mayor without raising suspicion of his motives?"
"Mather can," answered Pease promptly.
"Certainly with less suspicion than Ellis arouses," supplemented Mr. Fenno. "Come, will you lose a chance to defeat Ellis on his first line of battle? He will be beaten all the easier on his second."
"We are thinking of Mr. Mather's standing before the public," replied the reformers. "He must resign from your presidency as soon as we nominate him."
"Very well."
"That suits you?"
"Yes, if you will release him from his promise to you now."
"We will, if you will support him then."
"Here is an agreement covering these points," said Mr. Fenno. "Shall we put our names to this?"
It was on a scene of paper-signing, then, that Mather entered. Some of the gentlemen looked up and nodded to him; others—they were all his seniors—continued passing the papers around the table. He paused with his hand upon the door-knob.
"Am I in the way?" he asked.
"Everything is decided without you," answered Mr. Fenno. "We have merely disposed of your time for the next eighteen months."
Mather laughed, threw off his coat, and took a chair. They explained matters to him; in her seclusion Judith listened long before she heard him say a word. Then he began to ask questions, deep and far-reaching, but every difficulty had been considered beforehand.
"And my obligations to you, Mr. Pease?" he said once. "I was not to quit the Electrolytic Company until the fall."
"I have arranged all that," Pease replied. "The new Chebasset manager is very satisfactory; we will promote him."
"Well, what do you say?" asked Fenno, when every point had been covered.
Mather sat thoughtful for a while. "I may understand," he asked at length, "that your proposition amounts to approval of my former course as president of the street-railway?"
They assured him that it did.
"I should pursue," he next said, "the same policy. In place of Mr. Ellis's subway bill, which was this morning thrown out of the legislature, I should at once introduce another."
"Different in plan?" some one inquired.
"Quite," Mather answered, smiling. "Having no real estate to condemn at high prices, I have no desire for the privilege of eminent domain."
"Have you any objection," they asked him, "to serving in these two positions in such quick succession?"
He smiled again. "Are you sure you can elect me to either?"
"Suppose we can?" returned Mr. Fenno.
"Supposing you can," began Mather—then stopped to think.
"Well?" demanded Mr. Fenno after a moment's impatience.
Mather roused himself. "Supposing that you can elect me," he said seriously, "there is just one thing I wish to lay before you—a statement of my personal feelings. We all know each other well, we have the same interests, we know and say things which are not given to the public. I wish to define my position exactly." He paused and looked at the attentive faces. In her little office Judith asked herself with sudden alarm: "Will he refuse?"
"The personal element," he went on, "has recently entered into my relations with Mr. Ellis. There are distresses which I and—friends of mine, have suffered through him, by actions which make him morally, if not legally, criminal. Some of you know that what I say is true."
He looked at Pease, who nodded; Fenno did the same, but no one spoke. Mather began again with increasing energy, yet slowly, struggling for an exact statement of his position. "I have," he said, "and acknowledge freely, reason for the bitterest personal dislike of Mr. Ellis. And for that reason, considering the possibility of the proposals which you make to me, it has sometimes seemed to me as if I ought to refuse you——"
"You must consider——" cried Pease, half rising from his chair. But Mather held up a hand to stay him.
"And yet," he said, as Pease sank back again, "Irecognise the situation here. Long ago I expressed my disapproval of Mr. Ellis as a public man, and opposed him before—certain circumstances arose. Besides, I am the man (excuse me if I say it) that best can meet this strike; and again, a successful fight must be made for mayor in the fall. I believe that I can win there for you. So if it comes to a question between my personal feelings and my duties as a citizen, then—if you will believe my honesty in this confession, and in trusting myself to oppose Mr. Ellis without vindictiveness—if you will believe this, and will fight him with me not as a man but as a force, an evil force, then I will sign this document with you."
In her little room Judith found herself trembling in response to the emotion which had vibrated in his voice; but in the larger office the gentlemen rose from their chairs, crowded around Mather, and in enthusiasm promised him their support. No one noticed the noise of the opening of the outer door; it was a full minute before the first of them perceived the figure which, attentive and sneering, watched them. It was Ellis.
He heard their words and knew their purposes, yet he had guessed beforehand what they had gathered there to do. By one of those bold strokes which had so often succeeded for him, he had come among them in the attempt to conciliate a strong minority. He had expected to arouse consternation, yet on perceiving him they looked at each other as if welcoming his presence. Still ignorant of Price's treachery, he did not understand the sign.
"Twelve good men and true," he said, coming forward. "Is this an inquest?"
"A funeral," Mr. Fenno replied. "Some one whom we know is dead and cold. Will you not pronounce the benediction?"
"Ah, I am not qualified," Ellis said. "But learning that you were here in great distress of mind, I came to see if I could not relieve you. I hope you will excuse the interruption?"
"Willingly," Mr. Fenno answered, with much cheerfulness.
Then Ellis changed his tone; dropping the banter, he looked upon them frankly. "Seriously, I understand that you are here to discuss what you regard as mismanagement in the street-railway. I know I come without invitation, yet I wish to make an offer. You have large interests in the road, I dislike to exclude a minority from any voice in affairs, and so I came to say that if you wish more representation on the next board of directors——"
"Then we shall have it?" interrupted Mr. Fenno. "Gentlemen, is not Mr. Ellis very kind?"
Ellis noted the sustained irony, and as those present murmured their responses to the question he saw in them no conciliatory spirit. They looked at him with that inquiring reserve which was not difficult to meet in them singly, but which, thus directed at him by a group of the blue-bloods, became irritatingly oppressive. And there was more in its meaning than ever before. Suddenly he asked himself if these men could be stronger than he had thought. He had been very busy all the morning with messages to and from the capital in regard to his bill, and with the strike. If anything had happened on exchange——
The serious voice of Pease began to speak. "I imagine that Mr. Ellis, in studying the market reports to-day, failed to remark a transfer which was recorded three minutes before the closing time. Otherwise he would scarcely have come here."
The inquiring glances of the others grew keener,pressing upon Ellis almost physically as those present watched for the effect of Pease's words. Standing alone against them, Ellis felt a sudden sense of impending calamity, between his temples a pressure began, and in the silence his voice was scarcely audible as in spite of himself he asked hoarsely: "What do you mean?"
"History," answered Pease slowly—never in his life before had he been deliberately cruel—"history, Mr. Ellis, has taught some valuable lessons, of which I should like to call two to your attention. One is that some great men meet their Waterloo, the other that some little men have their—Price!"
Something flashed before Ellis's eyes, and in that flash he saw the whole treachery. His head dropped, his eyes closed, and his jaw shut convulsively. "Price! Price!" he hissed.
Then in an instant he stood upright and faced them without flinching. Though he saw the whole meaning of the news, though he realised the power of the caste which, so long supine, at last had risen up against him, even though he knew he faced two great defeats, he looked upon his adversaries, and they saw courage in his glance. He turned to Mather.
"Mather," said Ellis, "you think you've got me."
He felt, as that same quiet glance looked down on him, the continual irritation of it, the impossibility of ever attaining that superb indifference. And then the answer: "For the present I have." Would they never boast, these aristocrats—never threaten? First, despising him, they had left him alone; even now when they turned on him they still looked down on him. A torrent of words rushed to his lips, and yet, feeling how powerless he was to impress those silent, attentive spectators, he checked himself.
"For the present!" he repeated, and turned to go.
In his unfamiliar surroundings he mistook the door and opened one leading into a little office where, facing him across a table, he saw—who was that? Pale, intent, startled at his entrance, Judith Blanchard rose and confronted him. For a moment he stared as at a portent.
Then quickly he closed the door and turned to the men at his back. Fenno and Pease had started forward; with Mather, they were the nearest to him. He eyed them one by one. "So," he said, pointing to the little room, "thatis why you are all here!"
They made no answer. "Because I wish to enter your homes, is it," he asked, "that you combine against me? Because I nearly succeeded, I frightened you?"
Mather did not understand, Pease and Fenno had no reply to make, but Ellis, feeling with pain that he had pronounced a truth against himself, waited for no answer. "But wait!" he cried, stamping. "I have avoided you, favoured you at times, but now I am against you in everything. I will go out of my way to meet you. What you wish, I shall oppose; what you build, I shall throw down; what you bring in, I shall throw out! For everything you win, you must pay; I will weary you of fighting. I will plan while you sleep, act while you rest, work while you play. Your virtue shall be a load to you, and I will tire your vigilance!"
He flung his phrases like bombs, to burst among his adversaries; casting his prophecies in their faces, he startled his opponents from their reserve. Then, turning, he rushed from the office, leaving them staring at each other as if a whirlwind had passed.
One by one Mather's supporters left the office, each renewing his promise of assistance, yet each subdued by the thoughts aroused by Ellis's amazing words. Forthey recognised a challenge which would be hard to meet—to be as persistent in their efforts as Ellis should be with his, to meet his subtlety, to foresee his plans, to counteract his influence, to expose his methods. And having businesses, having families, loving repose and pleasure, only the reformers, those modern Puritans, could promise the self-denial necessary to meet Ellis's unceasing activities.
Pease, Fenno, and Mather at last remained in the office. "Tremendous!" sighed Pease, breaking a period of thought which the departure of Ellis had inaugurated for him.
"Tremendous!" repeated Fenno.
"Are we equal to it?" asked Mather seriously.
Mr. Fenno recovered his cynicism. "Sufficient to the day is its weevil," he answered. "Grubs breed fast, but they can be killed. I am going home."
The three put on their coats. "We are going the same way, I suppose?" Mather remarked.
"Pease and I have something to talk over," replied Mr. Fenno. "Yes we have, Pease! None of your confounded straightforwardness. You must give us a start, George; five minutes' law, if you please. And I should like you to wait," he pointed to the door of the inner office, "in that room. Good-evening."
"Good-evening," repeated Pease, and followed Mr. Fenno out.
Thought Mather: "What under the sun——" He opened the door of the little room. "Judith!"
There she sat and looked at him; on her cheeks were traces of tears, but her eyes were bright as they met his. He looked from her to the uncovered typewriter, the pencils and note-book. "So it was you," he said, "that Ellis saw before he turned upon us so?"
She nodded, looking on him silently.
"What is it?" he asked, coming a step nearer. "You look—Judith, are you ill?"
Suddenly she rose and held out her hands to him. "Oh, George," she cried, "I am so glad for you!"
"Oh," he said, relieved, "I was afraid that—Judith, you have been crying. Is anything wrong? Was the work hard?" She shook her head. "Then this meeting has distressed you?"
Unashamed, she wiped her cheeks. "It is not that."
"Come to the window," he said, for the early twilight was falling. But when he studied her in the stronger light he saw nothing in her eyes except a resolute cheerfulness; the unwonted pink in her cheeks might be the reflection of the sunset glow.
"Nothing is wrong with me," she said, and took her jacket from the hook on the wall. "I suppose Mr. Fenno will not want me any more to-day, so I may as well go home." Yet while Mather helped her to put on the jacket, the knowledge that he was studying her set her nerves to trembling, and it was by an effort that she controlled herself.
"You are under some strain," he said with decision. "Did Ellis frighten you?"
She answered, "I have no fear of him." Drawing her gloves from her pocket, she tried to put them on, but her hands trembled visibly. She abandoned the attempt at concealment, and turned to him.
"It's just that I'm glad for you, George, and proud of you, and—I've been making an acknowledgment to myself, that's all. Now shall we go home?"
But he took her hand and kept her face toward the window. "I should like to hear that acknowledgment, if I may?"
Perhaps the colours deepened in the sky; at any rate, her cheeks grew rosier as she looked awayfrom him, out above the roofs. "If you wish to know," she answered.
"I wish it very much."
She folded her hands before her tightly; they showed white against her dress. "No one else will hear," she began uncertainly, "although every one else heard your confession, George. I heard, and somehow you set me thinking of the time we met in the Golf Club, long ago, last April."
"Last April," he repeated, and added with meaning, "Long ago."
Her voice grew stronger. "I will tell you everything," she said. "You will see what a foolish girl I have been—how proud I was. We spoke then of the world, and you warned me of it; you said that it was very big, and strong, and merciless."
"I remember," Mather said.
"But I did not believe," Judith went on. "I thought that you—you had just lost this presidency, George—I thought that you were cowed. And I thought that I was braver than you, and stronger than you, and I believed that I—I, George!—could conquer the world!"
She made a little gesture of amazement at herself; gravely attentive, he did not speak. Then she pointed down at her black dress, swept her hand toward the typewriter, and exclaimed: "And this is the result! But I know myself now, George, and I am glad you made me say this, for I want to beg your pardon."
"There is no need of that," he answered.
"Then," she asked, "shall we go?"
"Not yet," he replied. But he continued looking at her without saying more, and to cover her embarrassment she said:
"Just let me tell you first that Mr. Fenno has engagedme permanently, and I feel that I have started a new life, George."
She was attempting to be gay, a difficult task in the face of his continued serious scrutiny; but to her relief he spoke. "A new life? Why, that leads to an old subject, Judith. And what you have said makes me hope that some day I may begin a new life, too."
"Yours begins next week," she said, "with the stockholders' meeting."
"It begins," he returned, "whenever you say the word." She turned abruptly aside from him and looked out of the window; there could now be no doubt whence came the colour that flooded her face and even touched her ears with coral. He came close to her side.
"See," he said, pointing out the window. "The sun is going down. Shall it not rise again on a new life for us both?"
"George," she answered, "how can I marry any one?"
"You are thinking," he asked, "of your debt to Ellis?"
She nodded. "How can I so burden you?"
He laughed. "I can pay the money out of hand; I can earn it again in three years. Jacob served seven years for Rachel: will you not let me work a little while for you?" He tried to draw her to him. "Judith! Judith!"
Suddenly she turned and nestled to him. "Oh, hold me!" she sobbed. "Take care of me always!"
CHAPTER XXXIIIContains Another Proposal of Marriage, and Settles an Old Score
Contains Another Proposal of Marriage, and Settles an Old Score
The whirling in Ellis's head was ceasing, the blind restlessness was slowly leaving him. Yet still he walked up and down in his library, unmindful of the call of hunger. For as his anger left him there grew in its place the unassuagable yearning which he was coming to know too well, and which he was ashamed that he could not master. For there had never been a desire which he could not crush, or a passion which he could not uproot, if they stood in the way of his purposes. In his courtship of Judith he had taken care to suppress the feelings which, apart from his appreciation of her material value, occasionally threatened to interfere with his entirely deliberate progress in her regard and her father's favour. But now, when all was over, the little pains and longings which he had crushed down were constantly rising, and he who had been so self-sufficing was now lonely, he who had never paused to regret was often bowed with despair. And Judith, Judith was in his mind constantly; it was she who broke his sleep, spoiled his work, and had brought about his defeat. His rage at the disaster was not so deep as the disturbance which the sight of her had caused in him. But even that he would, he must, repress—or where would she, that pale girl, bring him?
Three times in the past month had this confusion of the faculties come upon him. Wherever lay the cause,the result was too costly to be permitted to continue. He recognised the fits now; the next one that came he would meet at its beginning—and this one should end at once. What was he thinking of? His men must have the news already; they had come to the house and he had sent them away, playing the fool here by himself. Well, he would go out and find them now, hearten them, and prepare at once for the long fight with which he had threatened his enemies. Ah—and he ground his teeth with anticipation—he meant all that he had said.
His faculties collected at last, he turned to the door, and met the cautious face of his butler.
"A lady, sir," said the man, prepared to be damned from the room. He was relieved when his master said: "Show her in."
But the lady, having no intention of being turned away, was close behind. "Very wise of you," she said, entering even as he spoke. "Because I meant to come in anyway, Stephen."
"Oh, it's you, Lydia?" asked Ellis, darting a look before which the butler retired. "What brings you?"
Mrs. Harmon unwound the long scarf from her neck, and stood before him smiling. "An errand of mercy, to comfort the broken-hearted. Come, don't scowl." She unbuckled her cloak, swung it from her shoulders, and tossed it on a chair. "There, how do you like me?"
In spite of his mood he caught his breath. For she was dressed in black and adorned with pearls; the dress was cut so low that it more than suggested the charms which it concealed. And those which it revealed were perfect: the full and rosy throat, the shoulders, and the arms. The pearls set off the blackness of the dress, and took to themselves the warmth of her skin. For a moment Ellis looked at her with pleasure, then he recovered himself.
"Full mourning, I see," he grunted.
"Don't be disagreeable," she returned. "It's my best and newest. Come, say I never looked so well before."
"You never did," he agreed. Always Lydia had dressed, he reflected, as much as she dared; now that she was free she evidently intended to go the limit. "It certainly becomes you," he added.
"I may sit down?" she asked. "Thanks. Now, Stephen, I want to talk business."
"Talk," he said, sitting before her. "It's about——"
"This afternoon's news. Oh, yes," as he turned his eyes away, "it's got to me already. Some of your men, not getting in here, came to see me. How did it happen, Stephen?"
"Price," he answered between his teeth. "By God, I——" The curse and the threat died away, and he sat staring at the carpet.
"Oh," she cried, "and I warned you of him!"
"Well," he growled, "it's over. I'm not looking back."
She leaned toward him earnestly. "Are you looking ahead? You're not giving up, are you?"
"No!" he cried scornfully.
"Good!" she responded, relieved, but then she asked: "What has got into you? Three times you've shut yourself up so."
"Never again," he assured her. "It's all over, Lydia. I shall never spend any more time—regretting."
"I thought so," she said. "It's Judith?"
"Yes," he acknowledged savagely. "I've taken a little time to be a fool. Now I'm over it."
"If you are," she replied, "I'll tell you something."
"What next?" he asked, his face darkening.
"I went by the Peases' at half-past five," she beganslowly, watching him. "I was on the other side of the street. You know it's almost dark at that hour?"
"Oh, tell me!" he commanded.
"I saw two people at the door," she went on more rapidly. "They were George Mather and Judith. They opened the door, the hall was lighted inside, and I saw their figures against the light. As they went in—it wasn't much, but he put his arm around her."
Ellis started abruptly from his chair, went to his desk, and stood looking down at it; his back was to her. "I thought you said you were over it," she remarked.
As abruptly he returned and took his seat. "I expected that."
"Well," she asked, "and now what?"
"Work," he replied. "I can always have plenty of that."
"Work?" she repeated. "Like the man in the novel who works to forget?" She pointed her finger at him, teasingly, and laughed. "Stephen, I do believe you were in love with her!"
He scowled his contempt at the weak phrase. In love with her! But then its central word struck home with the force of a new idea, and involuntarily he rose again from his seat. Her laughter stopped; her gayety changed to alarm, for he was looking at her, but he saw nothing.
"What is it?" she asked uneasily.
Love? Love! He understood. "I loved her!" he said, and then added quietly, "I love her!"
She bridled and looked down. "I too have been through that, Stephen."
But he stood staring before him. He loved!—and all was clear to him. Thence came those pains, those harsh distresses, those unappeasable longings; thencethe distraction which caused his failure. Judith had set this poison in his blood. He laughed mirthlessly. How the girl had revenged herself!
But he loved! Relief came to him as he realised that no ordinary weakness, but the higher lot of man (so he had heard it called) was overpowering him. He had never been fond of any one in his life, and yet he loved! Love! That was a passion he had never expected to meet; there was no shame in falling before it—and he felt in his pain even a fierce delight. He loved the girl!
And now he knew he would never be the same man again—never could work so free of soul, never forget those high ideals of hers, nor be as mindless of the consequences of his acts. He smiled with scorn of himself as he saw how the tables had been turned on him. Meaning to win the girl, to buy her, he had instead roused a conscience, and learned that there was purity in the world. This was what they meant, then, those hitherto inexplicable fits of his: that a new nature was trying to assert itself, that a terrible discontent was aroused, that his whole life had changed, and that within an unsuspected recess of his nature there was this open wound, unhealing, draining his strength.
Where then was his boast to his enemies, of what worth his threats? Could he ever fight again as before, ever manage and plan? Again he laughed scornfully.
"You needn't laugh," complained Mrs. Harmon. "I do understand it all."
"I wasn't laughing at you," he answered. "—Well, forget all this, Lydia. What is it I can do for you?"
"Will you forget all this?" she asked with meaning. "Then look ahead with me for a while, Stephen. You won't be president."
"And I've lost my mayor," he added.
"Will it mean so much?" she asked, disappointed.
"It's Mather's year," he said decidedly. "Everything's going his way; it happens so every once in a while in New York. Then Tammany lays low; so shall I. But in the end they come in again; so with me."
"Then, planning for the future," she began, but hesitated, stopped, and started differently. "I've suffered a good deal, in this past year. We haven't got anything we wished, either you or I."
He wondered what brought her. "That is true," he said, not intending to commit himself.
"I've suffered from Judith as well as you," complained Mrs. Harmon. "She insulted me the other day; she isn't what I thought her, Stephen."
"Nor what I thought," he said, waiting.
"And the others," she went on, "turn me down, too. You would suppose that my position, and my loss—but they are colder to me than ever." She looked down.
"Look here," he said, "it isn't like you to be so mild, Lydia. Aren't you just a little mad, underneath?"
"Oh, I hate them all!" she burst out. She looked at him with flashing eyes, then asked directly, "Do you, Stephen?"
"Well, suppose I do; what then?" he asked, wishing her to show her hand.
"I will leave them," said Mrs. Harmon with vigour. "So will you. And we will leave them together."
"It won't be a formal leavetaking," he said, not understanding. "We just leave them, don't we?"
"Oh," she replied, "I can't bear just to drop out. I want them to understand that I've no more use for them." She looked to see if he comprehended, but he remained silent and his face showed nothing. "I've lost my husband," she said.
"Yes," he said, encouraging. "Go on."
She finished with an effort. "And you wanted—a wife?"
"Good God!" he said slowly.
"I could be of use to you," she explained quickly. "More than Judith. See how your men come to me for advice?"
"Your husband is but two months in his grave," he cried. "And you wear Wayne's jewels at your throat!"
"But I don't mean to do it at once," she said, aggrieved. "For a few months it could be—understood."
"I see," he said, mastering his disgust. "Anything more, Lydia?"
"And I should like to leave something to remember us by," she went on, taking confidence. "So that they shall feel that we aren't just beaten."
"How will you do it?"
"They are like a big family," she said. "Hurt one, and the others are against you. I think they combined against you out of revenge for—Judith, as much as to help Mather."
"Perhaps," he commented.
"They think a great deal of those two," she proceeded. "If we could hurt them we could anger all the others."
"How do you propose to do it?" he inquired.
"You have that note of hers," she said. "You said she could pay at her leisure, but——" she eyed him keenly. "Stephen, I never believed that."
"You are quite right," he acknowledged. "I could come down on her to-morrow for the money." He looked at Mrs. Harmon impassively, but she was satisfied.
"Then do!" she urged, rising.
"I see," he said. "If her friends have to make upthe money for her it puts her in the position of a beggar, makes her ridiculous, doesn't it?"
"More than that," she said eagerly. "If people know she has signed a note to you, they will think, don't you see, and say things."
His brows contracted, and from under them his eyes began to glow, characteristically. "What will they say?" he asked.
"Oh, there will be a great to-do, a quiet scandal, and under cover of it you—we retire with credit."
"You have thought it all out very well," he said.
"Haven't I?" she asked complacently.
"And I suppose," he said, "that I might as well begin to-morrow. In fact, I could send some kind of a summons to Miss Blanchard to-night."
"Any day, only soon," she agreed. "Before the stockholders' meeting will be best."
"Now is the time," he said. He went to his desk, stooped over it, and wrote rapidly. Then he brought her the paper. "Will that do?" He had merely written: "With the best wishes of Stephen F. Ellis."
"Why," she began doubtfully. "Oh, I see; you mean to be sarcastic. And what will you inclose with this?"
He took the note from his pocket-book and showed it to her. "For fifteen thousand dollars, you see. And it is in legal form."
"Yes," she said with satisfaction. "You'll just remind her that you have it, and demand immediate payment?"
"I will do this," he replied. He tore the note across, laid the pieces together, and tore them again, and once again. Then he folded them with the paper on which he had written.
"Stephen!" she cried.
He took an envelope from the desk and put thepapers in. "And I send it all to her. Now perhaps you understand?"
His tone was suddenly fierce, and as he approached her she backed away. "Why——" she said, astonished.
"That was a good idea of yours," he sneered, standing close to her. "Between us, we could smirch her name. You to do the talking, of course." He snatched her wrist and pushed his face close to hers. "Have you told any one I held that note?"
"No!" she answered, frightened.
"The truth!" he insisted.
"No one; no one!" she replied.
He cast her hand away, and stepped back. "If you tell any one, with that damned tongue of yours, Lydia, I'll have your blood!"
"I will never tell!" she protested, thoroughly cowed.
He turned away from her. "Let them tell if they wish," he said over his shoulder. "They won't, to save the Colonel's reputation; but if they do—you keep quiet. Fool I was to tell you!" He went to the desk again, and took up his pen to address the envelope. "Good-night, Lydia," he said absently.
"But, Stephen!" she began to plead.
"Don't provoke me," he interrupted, pausing with his pen poised. "Don't provoke me, Lydia." As she did not move, he turned on her. "Confound it, go!"
She dared not say a word to anger him further; she feared even to look her disgust, lest she should cut herself off from him forever. Taking her cloak and scarf, she went to the door; she paused there for an instant, only to see with fury that he had turned again to the desk and was writing. White with rage at her failure, she went away.
But Ellis was at peace with himself, and looked the future in the face. He loved, he would suffer, hedid not even wish to forget. Deliberately he left the house and walked to the Pease homestead. He rang the bell, gave to the servant his missive for Judith, and for a full minute after the door closed he stood on the sidewalk, looking at the lighted windows of the house. But then, shivering, he drew his coat closely around him, and hurried away from that abode of happiness.
Transcriber's Note:Original spelling kept, e.g. marvelled.Original hyphenation has been retained, even where inconsistent; e.g. both "golf-club" and "golf club" occur.The following printer's errors have been corrected:Page 35, "kuckle" changed to "knuckle". (Yet she hated to knuckle to them;)Page 36, "roue" changed to "roué" (Girls more or less innocent danced with men more or less roué;)Page 48, missing period inserted ("But," he explained, "it must have permanently bettered and improved you.")Page 92, quotation marks matched ("Yes, sir.' changed to "Yes, sir.")Page 99, missing period inserted (No, I will try to write without practising.)Page 100, "word" changed to "work" (but when his day's work was over)Page 172, "it's" corrected to "its" (All its beauty conceals a threat) and (its only purpose)Page 181, extra quotation mark removed from middle of quote. ("This lunch was better than I expected. We must meet here again, some day.")Page 252, quotation marks matched ("I thought you loved me?' changed to "I thought you loved me?")Page 258, quotation marks matched ('We have no property ... to him?" changed to "We have no property ... to him?")
Original spelling kept, e.g. marvelled.
Original hyphenation has been retained, even where inconsistent; e.g. both "golf-club" and "golf club" occur.
The following printer's errors have been corrected:
Page 35, "kuckle" changed to "knuckle". (Yet she hated to knuckle to them;)
Page 36, "roue" changed to "roué" (Girls more or less innocent danced with men more or less roué;)
Page 48, missing period inserted ("But," he explained, "it must have permanently bettered and improved you.")
Page 92, quotation marks matched ("Yes, sir.' changed to "Yes, sir.")
Page 99, missing period inserted (No, I will try to write without practising.)
Page 100, "word" changed to "work" (but when his day's work was over)
Page 172, "it's" corrected to "its" (All its beauty conceals a threat) and (its only purpose)
Page 181, extra quotation mark removed from middle of quote. ("This lunch was better than I expected. We must meet here again, some day.")
Page 252, quotation marks matched ("I thought you loved me?' changed to "I thought you loved me?")
Page 258, quotation marks matched ('We have no property ... to him?" changed to "We have no property ... to him?")