Horace Boyce confided1 this information to Mr. Schuyler Tenney on the forenoon following his scene with Reuben, and though the language in which it was couched was in part unfamiliar2, the hardware merchant had no difficulty in grasping its meaning. He stopped his task of going through the morning’s batch3 of business letters, and looked up keenly at the young man.
“Found out—how do you mean? I told you to tell him—told you the day you came here to talk about the General’s affairs.”
“Well, I didn’t tell him.”
“And why?” Tenney demanded, sharply. “I should like to know why?”
“Because it didn’t suit me to do so,” replied the young man; “just as it doesn’t suit me now to be bullied4 about it.”
Mr. Tenney looked for just a fleeting5 instant as if he were going to respond in kind. Then he thought better of it, and began toying with one of the envelopes before him.
“You must have got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning,” he said, smilingly. “Why, man alive, nobody dreamed of bullying6 you. Only, of course, it would have been better if you’d told Tracy. And you say he is mad about it?”
“Yes, he was deucedly offensive. I daresay it will come to an open row. I haven’t seen him yet to-day, but things looked very dickey indeed for the partnership7 last night.”
“Then the firm hasn’t got any specified8 term to run?”
“No, it is terminable at pleasure of both parties, which of course means either party.”
“Well, there, you can tell him to go to the old Harry9, if you like.”
“Precisely what I mean to do—if—”
“If what?”
“If there is going to be enough in this Minster business to keep me going in the mean while. I don’t think I could take much of his regular office business away. I haven’t been there long enough, you know.”
“Enough? I Should think there would be enough! You will have five thousand dollars as her representative in the Thessaly Manufacturing Company. I daresay you might charge something for acting10 as her agent in the pig-iron trust, too, though I’d draw it pretty mild if I were you. Women get scared at bills for that sort of thing. A young fellow like you ought to save money on half of five thousand dollars. It never cost me fifteen hundred dollars yet to live, and live well, too.”
Horace smiled in turn, and the smile was felt by both to suffice, without words. There was no need to express in terms the fact that in matters of necessary expense a Boyce and a Tenney, were two widely differentiated11 persons. Only perhaps. Horace had more satisfaction out of the thought than did his companion.
“Oh, by the way,” he added, “I ought to tell you, Tracy knows in some way that you are mixed up with me in the thing. He mentioned your name—in that slow, ox-like way of his so that I couldn’t tell how much he knew or suspected.”
Mr. Tenney was interested in this; and showed his concern by separating the letters on his desk into little piles, as if he were preparing to perform a card tricks:
“I guess it won’t matter, much,” he said at last. “Everybody’s going to know it pretty soon, now.” He thought again for a little, and then added: “Only, on second thought, you’d better stick in with him a while longer, if you can. Make some sort of apology to him, if he needs one, and keep in the firm. It will be better so.”
“Why should I, pray?” demanded the young man, curtly13.
Mr. Tenney again looked momentarily as if he were tempted14 to reply with acerbity15, and again the look vanished as swiftly as it came. He answered in all mildness:
“Because I don’t want Tracy to be sniffing16 around, inquiring into things, until we are fairly in the saddle. He might spoil everything.”
“But how will my remaining with him prevent that?”
“You don’t know your man,” replied Tenney. “He’s one of those fellows who would feel in honor bound to keep his hands off, simply because you were with him. That’s the beauty of that kind of chap.”
This tribute to the moral value of his partner impressed Horace but faintly. “Well, I’ll see how he talks to-day,” he said, doubtfully. “Perhaps we can manage to hit it off together a while longer.” Then a thought crossed his mind, and he asked with abruptness17:
“What are you afraid of his finding out, if he does ‘sniff around’ as you call it? What is there to find out? Everything is above board, isn’t it?”
“Why, you know it is. Who should know it better than you?” Mr. Tenney responded.
Horace reasoned to himself as he walked away that there really was no cause for apprehension18. Tenney was smart, and evidently Wendover was smart too, but if they tried to pull the wool over his eyes they would find that he himself had not been born yesterday. He had done everything they had suggested to him, but he felt that the independent and even captious19 manner in which he had done it all must have shown the schemers that he was not a man to be trifled with. Thus far he could see no dishonesty in their plans. He had been very nervous about the first steps, but his mind was almost easy now. He was in a position where he could protect the Minsters if any harm threatened them. And very soon now, he said confidently to himself, he would be in an even more enviable position—that of a member of the family council, a prospective20 son-in-law. It was clear to his perceptions that Kate liked him, and that he had no rivals.
It happened that Reuben did not refer again to the subject of yesterday’s dispute, and while Horace acquiesced21 in the silence, he was conscious of some disappointment over it. It annoyed him to even look at his partner this morning, and he was sick and tired of the partnership. It required an effort to be passing civil with Reuben, and he said to himself a hundred times during the day that he should be heartily22 glad when the Thessaly Manufacturing Company got its new machinery23 in, and began real operations, so that he could take up his position there as the visible agent of the millions, and pitch his partner and the pettifogging law business overboard altogether.
In the course of the afternoon he went to the residence of the Minsters. The day was not Tuesday, but Horace regarded himself as emancipated24 from formal conditions, and at the door asked for the ladies, and then made his own way into the drawing-room, with entire self-possession.
When Mrs. Minster came down, he had some trivial matter of business ready as a pretext25 for his visit, but her manner was so gracious that he felt pleasantly conscious of the futility26 of pretexts27. He was on such a footing in the Minster household that he would never need excuses any more.
The lady herself mentioned the plan of his attending the forthcoming meeting of the directors of the pig-iron trust at Pittsburg, and told him that she had instructed her bankers to deposit with his bankers a lump sum for expenses chargeable against the estate, which he could use at discretion28. “You mustn’t be asked to use your own money on our business,” she said, smilingly.
It is only natural to warm toward people who have such nice things as this to say, and Horace found himself assuming a very confidential29, almost filial, attitude toward Mrs. Minster. Her kindness to him was so marked that he felt really moved by it, and in a gracefully30 indirect way said so. He managed this by alluding31 to his own mother, who had died when he was a little boy, and then dwelling32, with a tender inflection in his voice, upon the painful loneliness which young men feel who are brought up in motherless homes. “It seems as if I had never known a home at all,” he said, and sighed.
“She was one of the Beekmans from Tyre, wasn’t she? I’ve heard Tabitha speak of her often,” said Mrs. Minster. The words were not important, but the look which accompanied them was distinctly sympathetic.
Perhaps it was this glance that affected33 Horace. He made a little gulping34 sound in his throat, clinched35 his hands together, and looked fixedly36 down upon the pattern of the carpet.
“We should both have been better men if she had lived’,” he murmured, in a low voice.
As no answer came, he was forced to look up after a time, and then upon the instant he realized that his pathos37 had been wasted, for Mrs. Minster’s face did not betray the emotion he had anticipated. She seemed to have been thinking of something else.
“Have you seen any Bermuda potatoes in the market yet?” she asked. “It’s about time for them, isn’t it?”
“I’ll ask my father,” Horace replied, determined38 not to be thrown off the trail. “He has been in the West Indies a good deal, and he knows all about their vegetables, and the seasons, and so on. It is about him that I wish to speak, Mrs. Minster.”
The lady nodded her head, and drew down the comers of her mouth a little.
“I feel the homeless condition of the General very much,” Horace went on. “The death of my mother was a terrible blow to him, one he has never recovered from.”
Mrs. Minster had heard differently, but she nodded her head again in sympathy with this new view. Horace had not been mistaken in believing that filial affection was good in her eyes.
“So he has lived all these years almost alone in the big house,” the son proceeded, “and the solitary39 life has affected his spirits, weakened his ambition, relaxed his regard for the part he ought to play in the community. Since I have been back, he has brightened up a good deal. He has been a most loving father to me always, and I would do anything in the world to contribute to his happiness. It is borne in upon me more and more that if I had a cheerful home to which he could turn for warmth and sunshine, if I had a wife whom he could reverence40 and be fond of, if there were grandchildren to greet him when he came and to play upon his knee—he would feel once more as if there was something in life worth living for.”
Horace awaited with deep anxiety the answer to this. The General was the worst card in his hand, one which he was glad to be rid of at any risk. If it should turn out that it had actually taken a trick in the game, then he would indeed be lucky.
“If it is no offence, how old are you, Mr. Boyce?” the lady asked.
“I shall be twenty-eight in April.”
Mrs. Minster seemed to approve the figures. “I never have believed in early marriages,” she said. “They make more than half the trouble there is. The Mauverensens were never great hands for marrying early. My grandfather, Major Douw, was almost thirty, and my father was past that age. And, of course, people married then much earlier than they do nowadays.”
“I hope you do not think twenty-eight too young,” Horace pleaded, with alert eyes resting on her face. He paused only for an instant, and then, just as the tremor41 arising in his heart had reached his tongue, added earnestly, “For it is a Mauverensen I wish to marry.”
Mrs. Minster looked at him with no light of comprehension in her glance. “It can’t be our people,” she said, composedly, “for Anthony has no daughters. It must be some of the Schenectady lot. We’re not related at all. They try to make out that they are, but they’re not.”
“You are very closely and tenderly related to the young lady I have learned to adore,” the young man said, leaning forward on his low chair until one knee almost touched the carpet. “I called her a Mauverensen because she is worthy42 of that historic blood, but it was her mother’s, not her father’s name. Mrs. Minster, I love your daughter Kate!”
“Goodness me!” was the astonished lady’s comment.
She stared at the young man in suppliant43 attitude before her, in very considerable confusion of thought, and for what seemed to him an intolerable time.
“I am afraid it wouldn’t do at all,” she said first, doubtingly. Then she added, as if thinking aloud: “I might have known Kate was keeping something from me. She hasn’t been herself at all these last few weeks.”
“But she has not been keeping this from you, Mrs. Minster,” urged the young man, in his softest voice. “It is my own secret—all my own—kept locked in the inner tabernacle of my heart until this very moment, when I revealed it to you.”
“You mean that Kate—my daughter—does not know of this?”
“She must know that I worship the ground she treads on—she would be blind not to realize that—but I have never said a word to her about it. No, not a word!”
Mrs. Minster uttered the little monosyllable “oh!” with a hesitating, long-drawn-out sound. It was evident that this revelation altered matters in her mind, and Horace hurried on:
“No,” he said; “the relation between mother and child has always seemed to pie the most sacred thing on earth—perhaps because my own mother died so many, many years ago. I would rather stifle44 my own feelings than let an act of mine desecrate45 or imperil that relation. It may be that I am old-fashioned, Mrs. Minster,” the young man continued, with a deprecatory smile, “but I like the old habit of the good families—that of deferring46 to the parents. I say that to them the chief courtesy and deference47 are due. I know it is out of date, but I have always felt that way. So I speak to you first. I say to you with profound respect that you have reared the loveliest and best of all the daughters of the sons of men, and that if you will only entertain the idea of permitting me to strive to win her love, I shall be the proudest and happiest mortal on earth.”
Whatever might betide with the daughter, the conquest of the mother was easy and complete.
“I like your sentiments very much indeed,” she said, with evident sincerity48. “And I like you too. I may as well tell you so. Of course I haven’t the least idea what Kate will say.”
“Oh, leave that to me!” said Horace, with ardent49 confidence. Then, after this rapturous outburst, he went on more quietly: “I would beg of you not to mention the subject to her. I think that would be best. Your favor has allowed me to come and go here on pleasant terms of friendship. Let these terms not be altered. I will not ask your daughter to commit herself until she has had time and chance to know me through and through. It would not be fair to her otherwise. To pick a husband is the one grand, irrevocable step in a young girl’s life. Its success means bliss50, content, sunshine; its failure means all that is the reverse. Therefore, I say, she cannot have too much information, too many advantages, to help her in her choice.”
Thus it came to be understood that Mrs. Minster was to say nothing, and was not to seem to make more of Horace than she had previously51 done.
Then he bowed over her hand and lightly kissed it, in a fashion which the good lady fondly assumed to be European, and was gone.
Mrs. Minster spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in a semi-dazed abstraction of mental power, from time to time fitfully remembering some wealthy young man whom she had vaguely52 considered as a possible son-in-law, and sighing impartially53 over each mustached and shirt-fronted figure as she pushed it out into the limbo54 of the might-have-been. She almost groaned55 once when she recalled that this secret must be kept even from her friend Tabitha.
As for Horace, he walked on air. The marvel56 of his great success surrounded and lifted him, as angels bear the souls of the blessed fleeting from earth in the artist’s dream. The young Bonaparte, home from Italy and the reproduction of Hannibal’s storied feat57, with Paris on its knees before him and France resounding58 with his name, could not have swung his shoulders more proudly, or gazed upon unfolding destiny with a more exultant59 confidence.
On his way homeward an instinctive60 desire to be alone with his joy led him to choose unfrequented streets, and on one of these he passed a milliner’s shop which he had never seen before. He would not have noted61 it now, save that his eye was unconsciously caught by some stray freak of color in the window where bonnets63 were displayed. Then, still unconsciously, his vision embraced the glass door beside this window, and there suddenly it was arrested and turned to a bewildered stare.
In the dusk of the little shop nothing could be distinguished64 but two figures which stood close by the door. The dying light from the western sky, ruddily brilliant and penetrating65 in its final glow, fell full upon the faces of these two as they were framed in profile by the door.
One was the face of Kate Minster, the woman he was to wed12. The other was the face of Jessica Law-ton, the woman whose life he had despoiled66.
Horace realized nothing else so swiftly as that he had not been seen, and, with an instinctive lowering of the head and a quickened step, he passed on. It was not until he had got out of the street altogether that he breathed a long breath and was able to think. Then he found himself trembling with excitement, as if he had been through a battle or a burning house.
Reflection soon helped his nerves to quietude again. Evidently the girl had opened a millinery shop, and evidently Miss Minster was buying a bonnet62 of her. That was all there was of it, and surely there was no earthly cause for perturbation in that. The young man had thought so lightly of the Law-ton incident at Thanksgiving time that it had never since occurred to him to ask Tracy about its sequel.
It came to his mind now that Tracy had probably helped her to start the shop. “Damn Tracy!” he said to himself.
No, there was nothing to be uneasy about in the casual, commercial meeting of these two women. He became quite clear on this point as he strode along toward home. At his next meeting with Kate it might do no harm to mention having seen her there in passing, and to drop a hint as to the character of the girl whom she was dealing67 with. He would see how the talk shaped itself, after the Law-ton woman’s name had been mentioned. It was a great nuisance, her coming to Thessaly, anyway. He didn’t wish her any special harm, but if she got in his way here she should be crushed like an insect. But, pshaw! it was silly to conceive injury or embarrassment68 coming from her.
So with a laugh he dismissed the subject from his thoughts, and went home to dine with his father, and gladdened the General’s heart by a more or less elaborated account of the day’s momentous69 event, in complete forgetfulness of the shock he had had.
In the dead of the night, however, he did think of it again with a vengeance70. He awoke screaming, and cold with frightened quakings, under the spell of some hideous71 nightmare. When he thought upon them, the terrors of his dream were purely72 fantastic and could not be shaped into any kind of coherent form. But the profile of the Lawton girl seemed to be a part of all these terrors, a twisted and elongated73 side-face, with staring, empty eyes and lips down-drawn like those of the Medusa’s head, and yet, strangely enough, with a certain shifting effect of beauty upon it all under the warm light of a winter sunset.
Horace lay a long time awake, deliberately74 striving to exorcise this repellent countenance75 by fixing his thoughts upon the other face—the strong, beautiful, queenly face of the girl who was to be his wife. But he could not bring up before his mind’s eye this picture that he wanted, and he could not drive the other away.
Sleep came again somehow, and there were no more bad dreams to be remembered. In the morning Horace did not even recall very distinctly the episode of the nightmare, but he discovered some novel threads of gray at his temple as he brushed his hair, and for the first time in his life, too, he took a drink of spirits before breakfast.
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