For ten years he had maintained the work at his own expense, out of the profits of his store. The happiest hours of his life he had spent here ministering to the wants of his neighbours. He had come to be more than consulting physician at the dispensary. He had become the friend and counsellor of thousands.
The waiting room was crowded, and the line extended into the street. On the doctor's entrance the shadows suddenly lifted. Men and women smiled and called his name. He waved a cheerful salutation and hurried to his place beside the assistant.
For two hours Stuart saw him minister with patience and skill to the friendless and the poor. For each a cheerful word, and the warm grasp of his big hand with the prescription1. The young lawyer watched with curious interest the quickened step with which each one left. The medicine had begun to work before the prescription was filled. Waves of healing from a beautiful spirit had entered the soul, and drooping2 heads were suddenly raised.
When the last applicant3 had gone, Stuart turned to the doctor:
"And what is the proposition which the distinguished4 young head of the Chemical Trust has made you?"
"That I sell my business to them at their own valuation and come into the Trust—or get off the earth."
"And you wish my advice?"
"Yes."
"What figure did he name?"
"More than its cash value."
"Then you will accept, of course?"
"I would if there were not some things that can't be reckoned in terms of dollars and cents. If I take stock in the American Chemical Company I am a party to their methods, an heir to their frauds."
"Isn't fraud a rather harsh word, Doctor?"
"No. It's the truth."
Stuart smiled good-naturedly.
"Yet isn't the old régime of the small manufacturer and the retailer5 doomed6? Isn't combination the new order of modern life? Will it pay you to fight a losing battle?"
"The man who fights for the right can't lose."
"Unless they fight trusts!" Stuart said smilingly. "Bivens is not a man of broad culture, but he is a very smooth young gentleman——"
"He's a contemptible7 little scamp!" snapped the older man. "When I took him into my drug store six years ago, he didn't have a change of clothes. Now he's a millionaire. How did he get it? He stole a formula I had used to relieve nervous headaches, mixed it in water with a little poisonous colouring matter, pushed it into the soda-fountain trade, made his first half-million, organized the American Chemical Company and blossomed into a magnate. And now this little soda-fountain pip threatens me with ruin unless I join his gang and help him rob my neighbours. It happens that I like my neighbours. And the more I see of this city, the more thrilling its life becomes, the more wonderful its opportunities. Opportunity means one thing to me—quite another to Bivens. The world he lives in is a small one. I live in God's big world. I belong to no class. I know them all from the lonely multimillionaire on Murray Hill to his equally lonely brother thief who crawls into his lair8 by the river. And I don't envy one more than another. My business is to heal the sick, not merely to make money. Thousands of children die at my very door every summer who could be saved by a single prescription if they could get it. That's the thought that grips me when I begin to figure the profits in this trade. I'm making a fair living. I don't want any more out of my neighbours. I've shown you some of them to-night."
"I'll never forget them," Stuart broke in.
"We used to cry over Uncle Tom's woes," the doctor continued. "And yet there are more than five million white people in America to-day who are the slaves of poverty, cruel and pitiless, who haven't enough clothes to keep warm, enough food to eat, and are utterly10 helpless and forsaken11 in illness. The black slave always had food and shelter, clothes and medicine. My business is to heal the sick—mind you! Shall I give it up to exploit them?"
"But could you not use your greater wealth for greater good if you joined the trust?" the lawyer asked.
"No. What we need to-day is not merely more money given to charity. We need more heart and soul, manhood and womanhood, given in heroic service. We need leaders whose voice shall rouse the conscience of the nation that Justice shall be done."
"But the point is, Doctor, are you sure that you are on the side of Justice in this big business battle that's now on between competition and combination?" asked the younger man, quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"Why, that your building over there has an honourable12 history, but it's old, a little shabby, and, judged by the standards of the new steel structures of the Trust that are rising over the city, out-of-date. Won't they make drugs more economically than you do and drive you to the wall at last? Isn't this new law of co?peration the law of progress—in brief, the law of God?"
"That remains13 to be proven. I don't believe it."
"Well, I do, and I think that if you fight, it will be against the stars in their courses——"
"I'm going to fight," was the firm response.
"And you wanted my advice," Stuart laughed.
The doctor smiled at his own inconsistency.
"Well, I know I'm right, and I wished you to back me up. The law is on my side, isn't it?"
"The written law, yes. But you are facing a bigger question than one of statutory law."
"So I am, boy, so I am! That's why I gave you a glimpse to-night of the world in which I live and work and dream."
"Bivens has put up to you a cold-blooded business proposition——"
"Exactly. And there are things that can't be bought and sold. I am one of them!" The stalwart figure rose in simple dignity, and there was a deep tremor14 in his voice as he paused.
"But I'm keeping you. It's nine o'clock—and somebody's waiting—eh, boy?"
"Yes," Stuart answered apologetically. "I'm afraid I've not been of much use to you to-night."
The doctor bent15 closer, smiling:
"I understand—of course! The angels are singing in your heart this evening the old song of life that always makes the world new and young and beautiful. Over all ugliness the veil of the mystery of Love! The only real things to-night for you—the throb16 of triumph within your heart, the hovering17 presence of a woman's face, the tenderness of her eyes, the tangled18 light in her hair, the smile on her lips, the thrill of her voice, the pride of her step, the glory of her form——"
"Yes," Stuart echoed with elation19.
"And yet—it couldn't be measured in terms of barter20 and sale—could it?" The doctor gripped his hand tenderly in parting.
The smile died from the younger man's face and his answer was scarcely audible:
"No!"
CHAPTER III
A LOVERS' QUARREL
It was half past ten before Stuart reached Gramercy Park. The wind had shifted to the southeast and a cold, drizzling21 rain, mixed with fog enveloped22 the city. Somehow the chill found his heart. The windows of Nan's room were dark. For the first time in his life he had called and found her out. He rang the door-bell in a stupor23 of disappointment. For just a moment the sense of disaster was so complete it was ridiculous.
A maid answered at last and ushered24 him into the dimly lighted parlour.
"Miss Nan is at home, Berta?" he asked eagerly.
The little Danish maid smiled knowingly:
"Na, but Meesis Primrose25——"
With a groan26 Stuart sank to a chair. The maid turned up the lights and left the room. He looked about with astonishment27. Things had been happening with a vengeance28 during his absence. The entire house had been redecorated. An oriental rug of dazzling medallion pattern was on the newly polished floor. Instead of the set of Chippendale mahogany the Primroses29 had brought from the South, a complete outfit30 of stately gilded31 stuff filled the room, and heavy draperies to match hung from the tall windows and folding doors.
On the table in the corner stood a vase filled with gorgeous red roses. The air was heavy with their perfume. It made him sick. The mother's velvet32 hand he saw at once. Of course she had not borrowed the money from Bivens. She was too shrewd for that. But she had borrowed it beyond a doubt, and she had evidently gone the limit of her credit without a moment's hesitation33. He wondered how far she had gotten with Bivens. Could it be possible that Nan was with him to-night? No—preposterous! He heard the rustle34 of Mrs. Primrose's dress and saw the smile of treacherous35 joy slowly working into position on her plausible36 face before she entered the room.
She greeted him with unusual effusion:
"Oh, Jim, this is such a glorious surprise! Nan didn't expect you till morning and she will be heartbroken to have missed you even for a half hour. My dear, dear boy, you have no idea how lonely both of us have been without you the past two weeks."
"You missed me too, Mrs. Primrose?"
"Of course, I missed you, Jim! You've come to be like one of us."
She leaned close and purred the last sentence in the softest feline37 accents. Stuart felt his nerves quiver as the imaginary claws sank into his flesh, but he smiled back his grateful answer.
"It's so nice of you to say that."
"What's more natural? You know I've always loved you next to Nan."
She spoke38 with such fervour that Stuart shivered. It was sinister39. She evidently felt sure of his ruin. He was too much dazed to find a reply, and she went on earnestly:
"We needed you here so much to help us fix up. We've had the good luck to rent our second floor to a young millionaire——"
"Mr. Bivens, yes——"
"Why, how did you know?" she asked with a start.
"Dr. Woodman has just received an important letter from him dated here, and he asked my advice about it."
"Oh——"
"Where's Nan?" Stuart asked, with sudden anger in spite of his effort to keep cool.
"Why, she's giving a little box party at the theatre to-night——"
"And our mutual40 friend, Mr. John C. Calhoun Bivens, is presiding?"
"Why, Jim, how could you be so absurd," she protested indignantly. "I've been saving money for a month to give Nan this chance to return some courtesies she has received from rich friends. I need Mr. Bivens's money to pay the rent of this big house. But any attention on his part to Nan would be disgusting to me beyond measure."
"Yet he's the sensation in high finance just now," Stuart said, with an unconscious sneer41. "They say he's destined42 to become a multi-millionaire."
"Come, come, Jim, it's not like you to be nasty to me. You know as well as I do his origin in North Carolina. His people are the veriest trash. He was at college with you——"
"And how did you know that?"
"Not from you, of course. You've never mentioned his name in your life. He told me."
"Oh, Bivens told you!"
"Yes, when I asked him if he knew you he told me with a touch of genuine pride that you were friends. He thinks you are going to be the greatest lawyer in New York. And I told him we'd known that for a long time."
Stuart turned his head to hide a smile.
"But of course he's not in Nan's social set. I told her the day he came that we would treat him politely but draw the line strictly43 on any efforts he may make to pass the limits of acquaintance. The men who associate with Nan must belong to her father's world—to your world, Jim—the world of good breeding and culture. I've dinned44 this into Nan's ears from babyhood. You know yourself it was the greatest joy of my life the day she told me of your love."
By a supreme45 effort Stuart suppressed a laugh and answered seriously:
"Your approval has always been an inspiration to me, Mrs. Primrose. I hope to prove myself worthy46 of it."
A carriage stopped at the door.
"There's Nan now!" the mother exclaimed, rising to go. "I'll leave you to surprise her, Jim."
Stuart heard the carriage door slam, and in a moment the girl he loved stood in the hall, the joy of an evening's perfect happiness shining in her great dark eyes. He watched her a moment, unobserved, as she laid aside her opera cloak and stood before the big mirror proudly and calmly surveying her figure.
Never had her beauty seemed to him so dazzling. The cream-coloured evening gown fitted her to perfection. She lifted her bare arms and touched an old silver brooch that gleamed in the mass of black hair, and smiled at the picture she saw reflected. The smile was one of conscious power. The corners of the full sensuous47 lips curved the slightest bit as the smile faded and a gleam of something like cruelty flashed from the depths of her eyes, as her head lifted. She turned sidewise to catch the full effect of the shining bare neck and shoulders, and stood an instant with her beautiful bosom48 rising and falling with conscious pride.
Stuart, unable to wait longer, was about to spring to her side when she caught the flash of his laughing face in the mirror and turned.
"Oh! you rascal49! To surprise me like this!" she cried, with joyous50 laughter.
"In all your pride and vanity!"
"Well, need I apologize to-night, sir?" she asked, with a shrug51 of her beautiful shoulders.
"No. You're glorious. I don't blame you."
She seized both his hands, still laughing.
"You know how it is yourself? You do the same thing when your door is locked—now don't you?"
"Of course."
"You can't help being a little vain, Jim, any more than I can. You know you're a stunning-looking fellow. These Yankee girls all love you at first sight—the tall, straight, sinewy52 figure, strong and swift in every movement, the finely chiselled53 face, the deep-set, dark brown eyes under their heavy brows, that big masterful jaw54 and firm mouth——"
Stuart suddenly took her in his arms and kissed her into silence.
"Hush55, Nan. I don't like the way you say that!"
"Why? Am I too modest?"
"No, too deliberate and coldly mistress of yourself. I wish you loved me a little more tumultuously, as I do you."
"Well, let me whisper then that your return to-night has made a perfect ending to a perfect day. Oh, Jim, I've been so happy to-night! Seated in that big stage box, I felt that I was somebody. This is the first really decent dress I've ever had in my life."
"You were just as beautiful in that blue cotton one, the day I first kissed you, Nan."
"I know you thought so, Jim. But the world wouldn't have said it——"
"And to-night?"
"They agreed with you. I could see it in the craning necks, the glances, the whispered comments, and the stare of mannerless men."
"And you were proud and happy!"
"Proud for your sake, Jim,—yes—and happy in your love."
Stuart's face clouded and he turned away, startled for the first time by a strange similarity in the tone of Nan's voice to her mother's.
The painful impression was suddenly broken by a quick touch of Nan's hand on his arm.
"Oh, Jim, I'm glad you came a day earlier. I've something to tell you, something wonderful—something that will bring our happiness near——" Her voice sank to the tenderest accents.
"What on earth——"
"You know Mr. Bivens—John C. Calhoun Bivens?"
"Yes," Stuart answered evenly, controlling himself with an effort.
"Well, he has taken our second floor, I had a long talk with him last week."
"Indeed!"
"But of course, goosie, it was business—all business. By the merest accident I learned that his big Trust, the American Chemical Company, needs another lawyer. They pay an enormous salary with all sorts of chances to get rich. They are making millions on millions. I told him that you were the very man for the place and that you were going to be the greatest lawyer in New York. Imagine my joy—when he not only agreed with me, but said he would double the salary if you would accept it. He thought you wouldn't, merely because you lived in the house of old Woodman with whom the Company may have a fight. I told him it was nonsense—that I knew you would accept. Of course, Jim, dear, I couldn't tell him why—I couldn't tell him what it meant to me, though I felt like screaming it in his face. You'll accept, of course?"
"Emphatically no!"
"You can't be so absurd!"
"Yes I can."
"Why?"
Stuart looked away in moody56 silence.
"Have you been receiving the attentions of this distinguished young millionaire, Nan?"
"I've been cultivating him."
"Cultivating?"
"Yes, for your sake only—you big, handsome, foolish, jealous boy! You can't be in earnest when you say that you will refuse such an offer?"
"I am in earnest," was the grim reply.
"But why, why—why?"
"First, because I will not become the hireling of a corporation, to say nothing of this particular one headed by Mr. Bivens."
"Nonsense, Jim. You wouldn't be a hireling. You would lay the law down for them to follow."
"No. A modern corporation has no soul, and the man who serves this master must sell both body and soul for the wages he receives. I am a lawyer of the old school. My work is illumined by imagination. My business is to enforce justice in the relations of men."
"But some of the greatest lawyers in America are corporation attorneys——"
"All the reason more why I should keep clean. Lawyers once constituted our aristocracy of brain and culture."
"But, Jim, you could prevent injustice57 by your will and ability!"
"Nonsense, Nan. It's the kind of work you have to do. The very nature of it excludes an ideal. Its only standard is gold—hard, ringing metallic58 gold! I can't prostitute my talents to a work I don't believe in. A man's work is a revelation of what he is. And what he is will depend at last on what he does."
A frown of impatience59 had steadily60 grown in the girl's face and the curves of her lips hardened with sudden determination.
"But you mean to be rich and powerful, Jim?"
"If it comes with the growth of manhood and character, yes. But I will not degrade myself with work I hate, or take orders from men I despise. The world is already full of such slaves. I mean to make one less, not one more of them."
"You know I don't wish you to be degraded," Nan broke in, earnestly. "I want you to be great."
"Then, don't forget, sweetheart, that it's the great man who can be content now with a fair share of money. It requires more stamina61, more character, more manhood to live a sane62, decent life in this town to-day than it does to become a millionaire."
"But I want you to be ambitious, Jim!" the girl exclaimed, passionately63.
"I am ambitious—for big things—the biggest things. For that reason it will take more than a child's rattle64 to satisfy me, though it's made of gold. I must have the real thing—the thing inside. I hope to have the applause of the world, but the thing I must have is the approval of my better self—can't you understand, Nan?"
Stuart paused and laid his hand gently on the girl's white round arm, and she turned with a start.
"I didn't hear your last sentence, Jim——"
"Of what were you thinking?"
"Of what a woman is always thinking. Consciously or unconsciously, of my home—whether it shall be a hovel or a palace."
"It all depends on whether Love is the builder——"
"It all depends on the man I marry," was the laughing answer. "I've always dreamed of you as a man of wealth and power. Your splendid talents mean this. When you came to New York I was more sure of you than ever. You've simply got to make money, Jim! Nothing else counts in the world to-day. I hate poverty—I fear it—I loathe65 it! Money is the badge of success, the symbol of power. Nothing else counts."
"And yet," the lover said, drawing closer, "I hold the touch of your little finger of greater value than all the gold on the earth or beneath it."
"Don't interrupt me, please, with irrelevant66 remarks," Nan cried, laughing in spite of herself. "Seriously, Jim—you must listen to me. I'm in dead earnest. There's no virtue67 in riding behind a donkey if you can own a carriage. There can be no virtue in shivering in a thin dress if you can wear furs. Even the saints all dream of a Heaven with streets of gold, chariots to ride in, and gleaming banquet halls! I'm just a practical saint, Jim. I want mine here and now. You must have money, if for no other reason, because I wish it!"
"Even if I enter a career of crime with Bivens as my master?"
"Come! Mr. Bivens is a devout68 member of the church. And you know that he's in dead earnest——"
"About getting to Heaven? Of course. That's simply his insurance policy against fire in the next world."
"Oh, don't talk nonsense, Jim. The possession of money is not a crime."
"No. Crime, Nan, is in the heart and its seed always springs from the soul. Its roots must always strike one soil to live—the selfish will to have what one wants regardless of the cost to others."
"Is it a crime," Nan asked, passionately, "to wish to live a life that's worth the struggle? You must take conditions as you find them."
"That's just it. I won't. I'd rather create new conditions and mould life. I'd rather lead, organize and inspire, than follow. I refuse to become a mere9 money-grubber, because I'm in love with Life."
"And you would be willing," the girl said dreamily, "to sacrifice the happiness of all those you love and all who love you to follow this whim69?"
"Sacrifice your happiness? Why, the one purpose of my life is to make you happy——"
"Well, I can't be happy in poverty. The man I love must be rich. Oh, Jim, you shall be! Wealth is the only road now from the vulgar crowd—the only way to climb on top."
"But, suppose I don't wish to climb on the top of people?"
"You can't be such a fool!"
"But suppose I am? Money is the most obvious sign of success in a new crude world. Ours is no longer new, no longer crude or isolated70. True civilization has always placed manhood above money. The only names in our history worth remembering—are there, because they did something else than make money. Washington was the richest man in America in his day. But nobody remembers this—why? Because it is of no importance. The men you call great would simply reduce life to the terms of a commercial dividend71. Yet nothing pays that's really worth while."
"Jim, are you crazy?"
"It's true, dear. The lover who watches by the side of a stricken loved one and loses time and money—is he crazy? My father gave up his law practice to bend over my mother's bedside for six months. He was a giant in mind and body—she a poor little, broken, withered72 invalid73. He lost money and clients and never regained74 them. Did it pay? Does anything that's born of love pay? Surely not children. I was always a dead expense. The biggest fee I ever received as a lawyer in New York was a shout of joy from a poor woman, whose boy I freed from a false charge of crime. She fell sobbing76 before me and actually kissed my feet."
"Oh, Jim, why can't you be practical? Why are you not willing to fight for a fortune—as other men——"
"Because, dear," he answered quickly and tenderly, "we haven't time—you and I. Life is too short. Love is too sweet. The fields are too green. The birds sing too sweetly. The treasures of earth are already mine, for Love has given me eyes to see, ears to hear, and a heart to feel. Perhaps I'm just a little crazy by the standard of New York, but, dear, I thought you were my mate! Have you forgotten our old day dreams in the fields at home?"
"I've forgotten everything," she answered bitterly, "except that you are failing me when put to the first test. And it would be such a little thing for you to do."
"At the price of my self-respect—and you call this a little thing—great God!"
Nan rose with a sudden gesture of impatience.
"You refuse absolutely to consider this generous offer?"
"Absolutely."
"And you are not willing to let these romantic fancies wait until you've made your fortune?"
The girl spoke with cold deliberation.
"How can I wait to live? I'm twenty-six. I'll never have those glorious days of my young manhood again. My ears will never be so keen again or eyes so clear again. What is the use of years of preparation to live, if at last you don't know how?"
"And you are willing that the woman you love shall live in poverty while her more fortunate sisters laugh and dance in luxury?"
"The one joy of my life will be to gratify every reasonable wish of your body and soul."
"Yet the first reasonable wish I express, you refuse to consider."
"It would be suicide——"
"Oh, Jim, don't talk like a fool! Mr. Bivens says he would make you a millionaire in five years."
The blood suddenly rushed to Stuart's face, and the square jaws77 came together with a snap.
"That's very kind of Mr. Bivens, I'm sure. When I need his patronage78, I'll take my place in line with other henchmen and ask for it. At present I'm paddling my own canoe."
Nan suddenly extended her hand.
"Good-night."
He attempted to draw her into his arms.
"Not like that, Nan."
She repulsed79 him and repeated her cold dismissal:
"Good-night."
"Nan, dear," he pleaded, "we've never parted in anger before. Of all the hours of my life this is one in which I—I—least dreamed of such a thing."
Without a word, she turned toward the stairs.
"Nan!" he called tenderly.
The proud white figure slowly mounted the first step. He seized his hat and coat and grasped the door, fumbling80 at the knob in rage.
A dress rustled81 and he turned, confronting Nan. Her face was scarlet82 and two tears were creeping down her checks. With a sob75 she threw herself into his arms.
"Forgive me, Jim!"
"Forgive me, dear, if I've seemed unreasonable," was the low answer.
"But you will think it over, won't you? just for my sake—just because I ask it—won't you?"
"Just because you ask it—yes, I will, dearest!"
He kissed her tenderly and walked home with a great sickening fear slowly creeping into his heart.
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