Professor Barstow, with a perplexed1 scowl2 ruffling3 the barbette of gray hairs above his keen eyes, shook his head and turning from the young man whose long legs extended over the end of the lean sofa upon which he sprawled4 in one corner of the laboratory, held the test-tube, which he had been studying abstractedly, up to the light. The flickering5 gas was not good for delicate work, and it was only lately that Barstow, spurred on by a glimpse of the end to a long series of experiments, had attempted anything after dark. He squinted6 thoughtfully at the yellow fluid in the tube and then, resuming his discussion, declared emphatically,
"We have no such right, Peter! You 're wrong. I don't know where, because you put it too cleverly for me. But I know you 're dead wrong—even if your confounded old theories are right, even if your deductions7 are sound. You 're wrong where you bring up."
"Man dear," answered the other gently, "you are too good a scientist to reason so. That is purely9 feminine logic10."
"I am too good a scientist to believe that anything so complex as human life was meant to be wasted in a scheme where not so much as an atom is lost. Bah, your liver is asleep! Too much work—too much work! The black dog has pounced11 upon your shoulders!"
"I never had an attack of the blues12 or anything similar in my life, Barstow," Donaldson denied quietly. "You 'll propose smelling salts next."
"Then what the devil does ail13 you?"
"Nothing ails14 me. Can't a man have a few theories without the aid of liver complaint?"
"Not that kind. They don't go with a sound constitution. When a man begins to talk of finding no use for life, he 's either a coward or sick. And—I know you 're not a coward, Peter."
The man on the couch turned uneasily.
"Nor sick either. You are as stubborn and narrow as an old woman, Barstow," he complained.
"Living is n't a matter of courage, physical or moral. It suits you—it doesn't happen to suit me, but that doesn't mean that you are well and moral while I 'm sick and a coward. My difficulty is simple—clear; I haven't the material means to get out of life what I want. I 'll admit that I might get it by working longer, but I should have to work so many years in my own way that there would n't in the end be enough of me left to enjoy the reward. Now, if I don't like that proposition, who the devil is to criticize me for not accepting it?"
"It's quitting not to stay."
"It would be if we elected to come. We don't. Moreover, my case is simplified by circumstances—no one is dependent upon me either directly or indirectly15. I have no relatives—few friends. These, like you, would call me names for a minute after I 'd gone and then forget."
"You 're talking beautiful nonsense," observed Barstow.
"Schopenhauer says—"
"Damn your barbaric pessimists16 and all their hungry tribe!"
Donaldson smiled a trifle condescendingly.
"What's the use of talking to you when you 'll not admit a sound deduction8? And yet, if I said you don't know what results when you put together two known chemicals, you 'd—"
There was a look in Barstow's face that checked Donaldson,—a look of worried recollection.
"I 'd say nothing," he asserted earnestly, "because I don't always know."
For a moment his fingers fluttered over the medley17 of bottles upon the shelves before him. They paused over a small vial containing a brilliant scarlet18 liquid. He picked it out and held it to the light.
"See this?" he asked.
Donaldson nodded indifferently.
"It is a case in point. Theoretically I should have here the innocuous union of three harmless chemicals; as a matter of fact I had occasion to experiment with it and learned that I had innocently produced a vicious and unheard-of poison. The stuff is of no use. It is one of those things a man occasionally stumbles upon in this work,—better forgotten. How do I account for it? I don't. Even in science there is always the unknown element which comes in and plays the devil with results."
"But according to your no-waste theory, even this discovery ought to have some use," commented Donaldson with a smile.
"Well," drawled the chemist whimsically, "perhaps it has; it makes murder very simple for the laity19."
"How?"
Barstow turned back to his test-tube, relieved that the conversation had taken another turn.
"Because of the slowness with which it works. It requires seven days for the system to assimilate it and yet the stomach stubbornly retains it all this while. It is impossible to eliminate it from the body once it is swallowed. It produces no symptoms and leaves no evidence. There is no antidote20. In the end it paralyzes the heart—swiftly, silently, surely."
Donaldson sat up.
"Any pain?" he inquired.
"None."
Barstow ran his finger over a calendar on the wall. Then he glanced at his watch.
"Stay a little while longer and you can see for yourself how it works. I am making a final demonstration21 of its properties."
Barstow stepped into the next room. He was gone five minutes and returned with a scrawny bull terrier scrambling22 at his heels. The little brute23, overjoyed at his release, frisked across the floor, clumsily tumbling over his own feet, and sniffed24 as an overture25 of friendship at Donaldson's low shoes. Then wagging his feeble tail he lifted his head and patiently blinked moist eyes awaiting a verdict. The young man stooped and scratched behind its ears, the dog holding his head sideways and pressing against his ankles. He looked like a dog of the streets, but in his eyes there was the dumb appreciation26 of human sympathy which neutralizes27 breeding and blood. As Barstow returned to his work, the pup followed after him in a series of awkward bounds.
"Poor little pup," murmured Donaldson, sympathetically leaning forward with his arms upon his knees. "What's his name?"
"Sandy. But he 's a lucky little pup according to you; within an hour by the clock he ought to be dead."
"Dead?"
"If my poison works. It was seven days ago to-night that I gave him a dose."
Donaldson's brows contracted. He was big-hearted. This seemed a cruel thing to do. He whistled to the pup and called him by name, "Sandy, Sandy." But the dog only wagged his tail in response and snuggled with brute confidence closer to his master. Donaldson snapped his fingers coaxingly28, leaning far over towards him. Reluctantly, at a nod from Barstow, the dog crept belly29 to the ground across the room. Donaldson picked up the trembling terrier and settling him into his lap passed his hand thoughtfully over the warm smooth sides where he could feel the heart pounding sturdily.
From the dog, Donaldson lifted his eyes to Barstow's back. They were dark brown eyes, set deep below a square forehead. His head, too, was square and drooped30 a bit between loose shoulders. He smiled to himself at some passing thought and the smile cast a pleasant softness over features which at rest appeared rather angular and decidedly intense. The mouth was large and the irregular teeth were white as a hound's. His black hair was cut short and at the temples was turning gray, although he had not yet reached thirty. It was an eager face, a strong face. It hardened to granite32 over life in the abstract and softened33 to the feminine before concrete examples of it.
"It is a bit of a paradox," he resumed, "that so harmless a creature as you, Barstow, should stumble upon so deadly an agent. What do you call it?"
"I have n't reported it yet. I don't know as I care to have my name coupled with it in these days of newspaper notoriety—even though it may be my one bid for fame."
Donaldson drew a package of Durham from his pocket and fumbled34 around until he found a loose paper. He deftly35 rolled a cigarette, his long fingers moving with the dexterity36 of a pianist. He smoked a moment in silence, exhaling37 the smoke thoughtfully with his eyes towards the ceiling. The dog, his neck outstretched on Donaldson's knee, blinked sleepily across the room at his master. The gas, blown about by drafts from the open window, threw grotesque38 dancing shadows upon the stained, worn boards of the floor. Finally Donaldson burst out, ever recurring39 to the one subject like a man anxious to defend himself,
"Barstow, I tell you that merely to cling to existence is not an act in itself either righteous or courageous41. If we owe obligations to individuals we should pay them to the last cent. If we owe obligations to society, we should pay those, too,—just as we pay our poll tax. But life is a straight business proposition—pay in some form for what you get out of it. There are no individuals in my life, as I said. And what do I owe society? Society does not like what I offer—the best of me—and will not give me what I want—the best of it. Very well, to the devil with society. Our mutual42 obligations are cancelled."
Barstow, still busy with his work, shook his head.
"You come out wrong every time," he insisted. "You don't seem to get at the opportunities there are in just living."
The young man took a long breath.
"So?" he demanded between half closed teeth. "No?" he challenged with bitter intensity43. "You are wrong; I know all that it is possible for life to mean! That's the trouble. Oh, I know clear to my parched44 soul! I was made to live, Barstow,—made to live life to its fullest! There isn't a bit of it I don't love,—love too well to be content much longer to play the galley45 slave in it. To live is to be free. I love the blue sky above until I ache to madness that I cannot live under it; I love the trees and grasses, the oceans, the forests and the denizens46 of the forests; I love men and women; I love the press of crowds, the clamor of men; I love silks and beautiful paintings and clean white linen47 and flowers; I love good food, good clothes, good wine, good music, good sermons, and good books. All—all it is within me to love and to desire mightily48. How I want those things—not morbidly—but because I have five good senses and God knows how many more; because I was made to have those things!"
"Then why don't you keep after them?" demanded Barstow coldly.
"Because the price of them is so much of my soul and body that I 'd have nothing left with which to enjoy them afterwards. You can't get those things honestly in time to enjoy them, in one generation. You can't get them at all, unless you sell the best part of you as you did when you came to the Gordon Chemical Company. Oh Lord, Barstow, how came you to forget all the dreams we used to dream?"
Barstow turned quickly. There was the look upon his face as of a man who presses back a little. For a moment he appeared pained. But he answered steadily49,
"I have other dreams now, saner50 dreams."
"Saner dreams? What are your saner dreams but less troublesome dreams,—lazier dreams? Dreams that fit into things as they are instead of demanding things as they should be? You sleep o' nights now; you sleep snugly51, you tread safely about the cage they trapped you into."
"Then let me alone there. Don't—don't poke52 me up."
Donaldson snapped away his cigarette.
"No. Why should I? But I 'll have none of it. That damned Barnum, 'Society,' shall not catch me and trim my claws and file my teeth."
He laughed to himself, his lips drawn53 back a little, rubbing behind the pup's ears. The dog moved sleepily.
"Barstow," he continued more calmly, "this is n't a whine54. I 'm not discouraged—it is n't that. I 'm not frightened, nor despondent55, nor worried, understand. I know that things will come out all right by the time I 'm fifty, but I shall then be fifty. I 'd like a taste of the jungle now—a week or two of roaming free, of sprawling56 in the sunshine, of drinking at the living river, of rolling under the blue sky. I 'd like to slash57 around uncurbed outside the pale a little. I 'd like to do it while I 'm young and strong,—I 'd like to do it now."
"In brief," suggested Barstow, "you desire money."
"Enough so that I might forget there was such a thing."
"Well, you 'll have to sell something of yourself to get it."
"Just so. I won't and there you are. You see I don't fit."
Donaldson paused a moment and then went on.
"You know something of my story, you alone of all this grinding city. You saw me in college and in the law school, where on a coolie diet I did a man's work. But even you don't know how close to hard pan I was during those seven years,—down to crackers58 and water for weeks at a time."
"You don't mean to say you went hungry?"
"Hungry?" laughed Donaldson. "Man dear, there were days when I was starving! I 've been to classes when I was so weak I could n't push my pencil. I was hungry, and cold, and lonesome, but at that time I had my good warm, well-fed dreams, so I did n't mind so much. And always I thought it would be better next year, but it was n't. None of the things that come to some men fell to me; it continued the same old pitiless grind until I began to expect it. Then I said to myself that it would be different when I got through. But it was n't. I finished, and you are the only pleasant recollection I have of all that past. You used to let me sit by your fire and now and then you brought out cake they had sent you from home."
"Good Lord," groaned59 Barstow, "why did n't you let a fellow know?"
"Why should I let you know? It was my fight. But I 've watched by the hour your every move about the room, so hungry that my pulse increased or decreased as you neared or retreated from the closet where you kept that cake. I 'll admit that this condition was a good deal my fault,—I had a cursed false pride that forbade my doing for grub what some of the fellows did. Then, too, I was an optimist60; it was coming out all right in the end. But it did n't and it has n't."
Donaldson paused.
"Am I boring you, old man?"
"No! No! Go on. But if I had suspected—"
"You could not then have been the friend you were to me,—I 'd have cut you dead. And understand, I 'm not recalling this now for the purpose of exciting sympathy. I don't deserve sympathy; I went my own gait and cheerfully paid the cost, content with my dreams of the future. I would n't sell one whit31 of myself. I wouldn't sacrifice one extravagant61 belief. I would n't compromise. And I 'm glad I did n't.
"When I finished my course you lost sight of me, but it was the same old thing over again. I refused to accept a position in a law office, because I would n't be fettered62. I had certain definite notions of how a law practice ought to be conducted,—of certain things a decent man ought not to do. This in turn barred me from a job offered by a street railway company and another by a promoting syndicate. I took a room and waited. It has been a long wait, Barstow, a bitter long wait. Four barren years have gone. I have been hungry again; I have gone on wearing second-hand63 clothes; I have slept in second-class surroundings; my life has resembled life about as much as the naked trees in the Fall resemble those in June. I have existed after a fashion and learned that if I skimp64 and drudge65 and save for twenty years I can then begin to do the things I wish to do. But not before,—not before without compromise. And I 've had enough of the will o' the wisp Future, enough of the shadowy to-morrows. I 've saved a few hundreds and had a few hundreds left me recently by the last relative I had on earth. I 'd like to take this and squander66 it—live a space."
"Why don't you?"
"It's the curse of coming back, and the mere40 fact that your heart continues to tick forces that upon you. There is only one way—one way to dodge67 the mortgage I would place upon my Future by spending these savings68."
"And that?"
"Not to let the heart tick on; to bar the future."
Donaldson moved a bit uneasily. As he did so the pup lost his balance and fell to the floor. The little fellow struck upon his side but instantly regained69 his feet, blinking sleepily at the light. Barstow took out his watch and squatting70 nearer him studied him with interest.
Suddenly the dog's legs crumpled71 beneath him. He tried to stand, to make his way to his master, but instantly toppled over on his side. Donaldson reached for him. That which he lifted was like a limp glove. He drew back from it in horror, glancing up at Barstow.
"You see," exclaimed the chemist with evident satisfaction, "almost to the hour!"
"But he isn't—"
"Dead!"
"Poor Sandy! Poor Sandy!"
Donaldson gingerly passed his fingers over the dog's hair. He was curiously72 unconvinced. There was no responsive lift of the head, no contented73 wagging of the tail, but that was the only difference. A moment ago the dog had been asleep for an hour; now he was asleep for an eternity74. That was the only difference.
"Well," reflected Barstow, "Sandy had his week; beefsteak, bread and milk, all he could eat."
"Is n't that better than being still alive,—hungry in the gutters75?"
"God knows," answered Barstow solemnly, as he picked up the body and carried it into the next room. "You see what is left."
As Barstow went out, Donaldson crossed to the chemist's desk. He fumbled nervously76 among the bottles until he found the little vial Barstow had pointed77 out. He had just time to thrust this into his pocket and reseat himself before Barstow returned. At the same moment there was a firm but decidedly feminine knock upon the outer door. The chemist seemed to recognize it, for instead of his usual impatient shout he went to the door and opened it. And yet, when the feeble light revealed his visitor he evinced surprise.
"What, you, Miss Arsdale?"
"What, you, Miss Arsdale?"
"What, you, Miss Arsdale?"
"Yes, Professor," she answered, slightly out of breath. "I thought that if I hurried I might possibly find you here. I am all out of my brother's medicine and I did not dare wait until to-morrow."
"I 'm glad you did n't," he responded heartily78. "If you will sit down a moment I will prepare it."
Donaldson glanced up, irritated to think he had not left earlier and so escaped the inevitable79 introduction. He saw a young woman of perhaps twenty-two or three, and then—the young woman's eyes. They were dark, but not black, a sort of silver black like gun metal. They were, he noted80 instantly, apparently81 more mature than the rest of her features, as is sometimes true when the soul grows out of proportion to the years. Her hair was of a reddish brown; brown in the shadows, a golden red as she stood beneath the gas-jet. She was a little below medium height, rather slight, and was dressed in a dark blue pongee suit, the coat of which reached to her ankles. One might expect most anything of her, thought Donaldson, child or woman. It would no more surprise one to see her in tears over a trifle than standing82 firm in a crisis; bending over a wisp of embroidery83, or driving a sixty horse-power automobile84. Of one thing Donaldson thought he could be sure; that whatever she did she would do with all her heart.
These and many other fugitive85 thoughts passed through Donaldson's brain during the few minutes he was left here alone with her. What was said he could not remember a minute afterwards; something of the night, something of the brilliant reflections of the gas-light in the varicolored bottles, something of the approaching summer. Her thoughts seemed to be as far removed from this small room as were his own.
"Your patient is better?" Barstow inquired, when he returned with the package.
Her face lightened instantly.
"Yes," she answered, "much better."
"Good." He added, "I should n't think it safe for you to be out alone at night. Have n't there been a good many highway robberies recently in your neighborhood?"
"You have heard?"
"It would be difficult to listen to the newsboys and not hear that. The last one, a week ago, made the fourth, didn't it?"
"I don't know. I seldom read the papers. They are too horrible."
"I will gladly escort you if—"
"I could n't think of troubling you," she protested, starting at once for the door. "I 'm in the machine, so I 'm quite safe. Good night."
With a nod and smile to both men she went out.
Donaldson himself prepared to go at once.
"Well, old man," he apologized nervously to the chemist, "pardon me for boring you so long. It is bad taste I know for a man to air such views as mine, but it has done me good."
"Take my advice and forget them yourself. Go into the country. Loaf a little in the sunshine. Stay a week. I 'm going off for a while myself."
"You leave—"
"Within a few days, possibly. I can't tell."
"Well, s' long and a pleasant trip to you."
Donaldson gripped the older man's hand. The latter gazed at him affectionately, apprehensively86.
"See here, Peter," he broke out earnestly. "There is one thing even better for you than the country, a thing that includes the sunshine and everything else worth while in life. I have hesitated about mentioning it, but this girl who was here made me think of it again. You know I 'm not a sentimental87 man, Peter?"
"Unless you have changed. But your panacea88?"
"Love."
"That's a generic89 term."
"Just plain human love, love for a woman like this one who was here. I wish you knew her. She 'd be good for you; she 'd give your present self-centred life a broader meaning."
Donaldson turned away.
"Barstow," he replied uneasily, "you 're good,—good clear through, but we move in different worlds. It is n't in me to love as you mean. I 'm too critical, which is to say too selfish."
"I think you are selfish, Peter," Barstow agreed frankly90, "but I don't think it's your nature. You 've got into the Slough91 of Despond, and the only thing that will drag you out of that is love, love of something outside yourself. Try it."
Donaldson shook his head.
"You 're as good as gold," he declared, "but the things which content you and me are not the same. Good night."
"Good night. Be sure to drop in again when I get back."
Donaldson went out the door. He groped his way down the stairs into the street. Once he swung abruptly92 on his heel and stared at the pavement behind him. He thought he heard at his heels the scratching padded tread of the pup.
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