On this occasion she was unwontedly sweet and gentle, with a new pensiveness1 in her manner more attractive to Devereaux than her usual brilliancy. She made no bids for his attention; she seemed sadly resigned to her fate, as her downcast eyes and stifled2 sighs attested3. It touched him, but he felt too sad at heart to console others, and he soon tore himself away, returning that night to Boston, wondering if it could be possible, that the same city had held Liane all this time that he had supposed her safe at Stonecliff.
He knew that Malcolm Dean was in Philadelphia, and had been there for some time, and he wondered if the artist's love for Liane had failed to realize her confident hopes.
[Pg 188]
"Poor little thing! I pity her, with her sweet love dream blighted4!" he thought generously, as he awakened5 early the next morning, pursuing the same sad train of thought.
A startling surprise awaited him after breakfast, where Lyde was sitting going over the new magazines.
Her dark eyes brightened suddenly, as she exclaimed:
"Upon my word, Jesse, the beautiful face on the outside cover of this magazine resembles perfectly6 the pretty girl from whom I buy my gloves!"
"Really!" he exclaimed, taking the magazine, and flushing and paling alternately, as he saw before him the cover that Dean had designed, with Liane's face for the central figure.
How beautiful it was? How beautiful! His heart leaped madly, then sank again in his breast.
"Do you think it can be accidental, or is it really her portrait? She is lovely, Jesse, with a natural, high-bred air, the darkest eyes, like purple pansies rimmed7 in jet, and the most beautiful chestnut8 hair, all touched with gleams of gold. I have woven quite a romance round her, fancying her some rich girl reduced to poverty."
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His heart was beating with muffled9 throbs10, his eyes flashed with eagerness, but he asked with seeming carelessness:
"What is her name?"
He was not in the least surprised when she answered:
"Miss Lester, and the other girls call her Liane. It is a pretty name, and, oddly enough, I read it once in a novel. She must have been named from it; don't you think, Jesse?"
"Perhaps so."
He could hardly speak, he was so excited, and Lyde rambled11 on:
"We have fallen in love with each other, pretty Liane and I. She always hurries to meet me and show me her gloves. Her eyes smile at me so tenderly, as if she were really fond of me, and I almost believe she is, for when I allow her to try on my gloves for me, she has such a caressing12 way, I almost long to kiss her. But then, perhaps, she has the same manner with all, just to get trade," disappointedly.
Devereaux recalled the caressing touch of her lips on his hand that night by the sea; her pretty, bashful gratitude13, and groaned14 within himself.
"Oh, my lost love, my false love!"
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Aloud he said cynically15:
"I thought you were too proud, Lyde, to notice a pretty salesgirl."
"Oh, Jesse, I like to be kind to them all, poor things! And they appreciate a kind word and smile more than you might think. And many of these girls are so very pretty, too, that really, if I were looking for beauty, I believe I should seek it among the working girls in our stores. This Liane Lester, too, is lovelier than all the rest, and her voice so soft and sweet that, really, I am sure she must be a reduced aristocrat16."
He wondered if he dare tell her the truth about Liane, the story of his love. Smilingly he said:
"You will have me falling in love with your pretty glove girl."
"Oh, not for the world!" she cried, in dismay. "My dear Jesse, never think of loving and marrying out of your own set. One can admire beauty in a poor girl as one admires beauty in a statue, but, lifted above her station, my pretty Liane would not be half so admirable."
"Of course not," he replied cynically, and decided17 not to make her his confidante.
All the same, he determined18 to see for himself again the lovely face that had won Lyde's admiration19.[Pg 191] He knew where she bought her gloves, and that afternoon he was close by when the little army of salesgirls came pouring out into the street.
By and by came two arm in arm, Lizzie White and Liane, and his eyes feasted again on the lovely face beneath the little blue hat, noting with gladness its purity of expression.
"They lied. She is pure and innocent still, in spite of pardonable vanity and girlish coquetry," he thought, with a subtle thrill of joy.
Then he saw Granny Jenks dart20 forward with a skinny, outstretched claw, whining21:
"I came for your wages, Liane. I was afraid you might fool away the money before you got home."
"The old harpy!" he muttered, with irrepressible indignation, as he saw her clutch the money Liane had earned by her week's toil22.
Then he drew back quickly, lest she should see him, a sudden resolve forming in his mind.
He would follow them, and find out where her home was, and if she deserved the cruel things they said of her at Stonecliff. He felt sure that she had been slandered23, poor, pretty Liane, leading her simple, blameless life of toil and poverty.
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He thought with pleasure of Mr. Clarke's interest in Liane, and promised himself to write to that gentleman all he could find out about her, little dreaming of the cruel consequences that would follow on the writing of the letter.
"Poor little girl, it is a shame that evil hearts should malign24 and traduce25 her, living her humble26 life of toil, poverty, and innocence27!" Jesse Devereaux said to himself pityingly, on returning from following Liane to her humble abode28.
He satisfied himself that her surroundings, though poor, were strictly29 respectable, and that she earned a meager30 living for herself and granny by patient, daily toil, and he had turned back to his own life of ease and luxury with a sore heart.
Keen sympathy and pity drove resentment31 from his mind, effacing32 all but divine tenderness.
He longed for an intensity33 that was almost pain to brighten her daily life, so weary, toilsome, and devoid35 of pleasure.
"Had she but loved me, beautiful, hapless Liane, how different her lot in life would have been!" he thought, picturing her as the queen of his splendid home, her graceful36 form clothed in rich attire37, her white throat and her tiny little hands glittering with costly38 gems39, while she[Pg 193] leaned on his breast, happy as a queen, his loving bride.
He wondered what had become of Malcolm Dean, and why his ardent40 admiration of Liane had waned41 so soon.
Almost simultaneously42 with the thought the doorbell rang, and Malcolm Dean's card was presented to him.
"Show the gentleman in."
They stood facing each other, the handsome blond artist and the dark-haired millionaire, and the latter recalled with a silent pang43 that Liane preferred men with fair hair and blue eyes.
They shook hands cordially; then, as Dean sank into a chair, he noted44 that he had grown pale and thin.
"You have been ill?"
"Yes, for weeks, of a low fever that kept me in bed in Philadelphia, while my heart was far away. Can you guess where, Devereaux?"
"Perhaps at Stonecliff?"
"Then you have guessed at my passion for the beautiful prize winner."
"It was patent to all observers that night," Devereaux answered, in a strangled voice, with a fierce thumping45 of the heart. Oh, God, how cruel[Pg 194] it was to discuss her with his fortunate rival, who had only to ask and have.
Dean noticed nothing unusual. He continued earnestly:
"I don't mind owning to the truth, Devereaux. Yes, I lost my heart irretrievably that night to lovely Liane Lester, and I made up my mind to overlook the difference in our position and woo her for my own. But I had to go to Philadelphia the next day, and I was detained there some time getting my design ready for the magazine, and this was followed by a spell of illness. At length, all impatience46, I returned to Stonecliff two days ago to seek the fair girl who had charmed me so. Fancy my dismay when I found her gone, and no clue to her whereabouts!"
Again Devereaux's heart thumped47 furiously.
"You loved her very much?" he asked hoarsely48.
"I adored her. She was to me the incarnation of simple beauty and purity."
"And had you any token of her preference in return?"
"None. She was too shy and bashful to give me the sign the coquette might have deemed befitting. She hid her heart beneath the drooping49 fringe of her dark, curling lashes50. Yet I dared[Pg 195] to hope, and there was one thing in my favor: I did not have a rival."
"You are mistaken!"
"How?"
"I was your rival!"
"You, Devereaux!"
They almost glared at each other, and Devereaux said hoarsely:
"I was in love with Miss Lester before you ever saw her face!"
"After all, that is not strange. Who could see her and not love her? But was your suit successful?"
"No."
"Rejected?"
Devereaux flushed, then answered frankly51:
"Yes."
Malcolm Dean could not conceal52 his joyful53 surprise.
"I cannot comprehend her rejection54 of your suit. I should have thought you irresistible55."
Devereaux struggled a moment with natural pride and selfishness, then answered:
"She preferred you."
"Me? How should you know?"
"By her own confession56 to me."
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Malcolm Dean was frankly staggered by his friend's statement. His blue eyes gleamed with joy and his bosom57 heaved with pride.
"You have made me very happy, but how very, very strange that she should have made such a confession to you," he cried, in wonder.
Again Devereaux had a short, sharp struggle with his better self and his natural jealousy58 of the more fortunate lover of Liane, then his pity for the girl triumphed over every selfish instinct, and he said:
"She was very frank with me—the frankness of innocence that saw no harm in the confidence. On the same principle I see no harm in confiding59 in you, Dean;" and he impulsively60 drew from his breast Liane's letter.
Had he dreamed of the fatal consequences, he would have withheld61 his eager hand.
There is love and love—love that has shallow roots and love that cannot be dragged up from its firm foundations.
"Read!" said Devereaux, generously placing in his rival's hand Liane's letter.
For himself he could have forgiven all her faults of innocence and ignorance could she but have returned his love.
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It did not occur to his mind that the artist could be in any way different; that the ill spelling and the puerile62 mind evinced by the letter would inspire him with keen disgust.
It only seemed to him that all these faults could be remedied by Liane by the influence of a true love. The glamour63 of a strong passion was upon him, blinding him to the truth that instantly became patent to Dean's mind.
The artist, reading the shallow effusion, flung it down in keen disgust.
"Heavens, what a disappointment! Such beauty and apparent sweetness united to shallowness and vanity!" he exclaimed.
"It calls forth64 your pity?" Devereaux said.
"It excites my scorn!" the artist replied hotly.
"Remember her misfortunes—her bringing up by that wretched old relative in want and ignorance. Surely the influence of love will work every desirable change in the fair girl who loves you so fondly," argued Devereaux.
Malcolm Dean was pacing the floor excitedly.
"You could not change the shallow nature indicated by that letter, if you loved her to distraction," he exclaimed. "Mark how she confesses to deliberate coquetry to win you from your betrothed;[Pg 198] how cold-bloodedly she gloats over her triumph. Why, my love is dead in an instant, Devereaux, slain65 by this glimpse at Liane Lester's real nature. Thank fortune, I did not find her at Stonecliff yesterday. I shall never seek her now, for my eyes are opened by that heartless letter. Why are you staring at me so reproachfully, Devereaux? You have even more cause to despise than I have."
"And yet I cannot do it; Heaven help me, I love her still!" groaned the other, bowing his pale face upon his hands.
"But, Devereaux; this is madness! She is not worth your love. Fling the poison from your heart as I do. Forget the light coquette. Return to your first love."
"Never!" he cried; but in all his pain he could not help an unconscious joy that Liane could yet be won.
He had not meant to turn Dean's heart against her, but the mischief66 was done now. Poor little girl! Would she hate him if she knew?
The old pitying tenderness surged over him again, and he longed to take her in his arms and shield her from all the assaults of the cruel world. Vain and shallow she might be; coquette she[Pg 199] might be, yet she had stormed the citadel67 of his heart and held it still against all intruders.
"I am going now," the artist cried; turning on him restlessly. "This is good-by for months, Devereaux. I think I shall join some friends of mine who are going to winter in Italy, to study art, you know. Wish you would come with us."
"I should like to, but my father is lately dead, you know, and Lieutenant68 Carrington, my sister's husband, is ordered to sea with his ship. I cannot leave Lyde alone, poor girl."
"Then good-by, and thank you for showing me that letter. What if I had married her in ignorance?" with a shudder69. "For Heaven's sake, Devereaux, be careful of getting into her toils34 again. Better go back to Miss Clarke, and make up your quarrel. Adieu," and with a hearty70 handclasp, he was gone, leaving his friend almost paralyzed with the remorseful71 thought:
"Would she ever forgive me if she guessed the harm I have done?"
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