He rose at last and stood looking out his window on the moonlit Square. He began to feel that he had been to blame. Why had he allowed the foolish pride of a lovers' quarrel to keep them apart for two weeks? A clock in a distant tower struck three. The radiance of the massed lights of Broadway still glowed in the sky and dimmed the glory of the moon. The roar of the elevated trains sounded unusually loud and sinister5. Perhaps because Bivens was on their board of directors. The whistle of their air brakes seemed to hiss6 his name. A crowd of revellers passed in a cab, with their feet out the windows, singing a drunken song. There was something sickening in the thought of this swiftly moving remorseless rush of a city's endless life. After all, was Nan worse than others—thousands of others caught in the merciless grip of its eternal spell?
The clock struck five, he looked out the window, startled by the first soft light of the dawn.
He came downstairs, let himself out of the front door and began to walk furiously. When at last he became conscious of his surroundings he had reached Central Park and was seated in the little summer house on a big pile of boulders7 near the Sixth Avenue entrance. The sun was rising. It was the first sunrise he had ever seen in New York. The effect on his imagination was startling. The red rays streaming through the park and the chirp8 of birds in the bushes were magic touches that transformed the world. He was back again in the South, where Nature is the one big fact of life, and the memories of the girl he had learned to love beside its beautiful waters again overwhelmed him.
He rose with a cry of pain, plunged9 into the crowds streaming downtown to their work and, scarcely conscious of anything save the ache within, found himself again in his room. He disarranged his bed that his sleepless10 night might not excite comment. He was just a little ashamed that his loss of poise11 had been so complete and overwhelming.
When he came downstairs he paused at the door. Harriet was playing and singing again, and the soft tones of her voice were healing. He walked gently to the door of the music-room, leaned against the panel, and watched and listened.
She played, not as a schoolgirl practising a lesson, but with a lingering touch of joy in her work caressing12 each note. The thrill of hope and faith in her voice was soothing13. It soothed14 the wounded soul and slowly brought a smile to his face.
At last she stopped reluctantly, tipped her golden head sideways in a coquettish little triumphant16 movement, and in the quaintest17 imitation of a man's voice said:
"I congratulate you, Miss Harriet—I like that very much!"
"Do you, professor? Oh, I'm so glad to please you!"
She shook her curls with genuine delight, and played out the little dialogue with vivid imaginary touches.
Stuart laughed.
The girl leaped to her feet, blushing scarlet18, rushed to his side and seized his hand.
"Did you see me, Jim? Was I very foolish?"
"Certainly not. I quite agree with the professor. You will some day sing before kings and queens, little girl. You sing as the birds, because it's in your soul. And I want to thank you, too. You've helped me again. I had a hard day's work before me, and you've made it easy."
"Then I shall be very happy all day, Jim!"
"Thank you, little pal—au revoir——"
He left her waving and smiling to him from the steps. He walked with new vigour19 and a deepening sense of gratitude20.
Strange what a gracious influence the child had over him. She was always a ray of sunlight. This morning the touch of her hand and the thrill of her voice had brought his dead soul back to life again. His breath deepened and his step grew firm and swift.
He would fight for his own! He would go straight to Nan and laugh at this announcement. He would compel her to hear him. It was an absurd hour to call, but all the better. The more absurd, the deeper impression he would make and the more certain would be his success. He had written a note before—she had easily returned it unopened. She would find it a difficult undertaking21 to get him out of the house!
Mrs. Primrose23's greeting was so cordial, so genuinely friendly, that for a moment he was puzzled. Could it be possible he had misjudged her? Could it be possible that her professions of love and admiration24 had been genuine? His hunger for sympathy was so keen, his sense of loneliness in his fight so utter, he could not help allowing himself the luxury of a momentary25 doubt.
She pressed his hand warmly and lingeringly.
"Oh, Jim, I'm so glad you've come! Why have you stayed away so long? It was so foolish of you. You gave up without a struggle. I'm shocked beyond measure at Nan."
Stuart's heart gave a bound of hope and he looked with fierce earnestness into the mother's face. It was only for an instant. Her eyes roamed and shifted and her tongue went faster.
"I told her that his millions would never bring happiness unless her heart went with them—that her love for you was a thing she couldn't lay aside as a cloak she had worn."
When Mrs. Primrose's eyes blinked and turned away under Stuart's gaze, he knew that she was lying again and ceased to listen.
"Well, I haven't given her up yet, Mrs. Primrose," he said bluntly.
"I knew you wouldn't, Jim. And I told Nan the day she promised to marry Mr. Bivens that you were worth a dozen such men, no matter how many millions he had. You have always been my choice—you know that. How she could throw you over for a little scrap26 of a man like that is beyond me."
Stuart could control himself no longer. He rose and faced Mrs. Primrose with a look which brought her eloquence27 to an abrupt28 end.
"Mrs. Primrose, for once in my life I am going to tell you the truth."
"Why, you always do Jim," she feebly answered.
"I never do. Your example has been contagious29. I've had to play out the farce30 with you. To-day I won't play. I'm too hurt, angry, wounded, sore. You have always been my bitterest foe31. You brought Nan to New York to get her away from me."
The mother's eyes blazed with honest wrath32.
"Yes, I did—and I'm glad I did it—you ungrateful wretch33!"
"And you have always been busy poisoning her mind against me and corrupting34 her imagination with dreams of a life of luxury."
"And thank God I've succeeded at last in bringing her to her senses in time to save her from throwing herself away on you, Jim Stuart!"
"Thank you, mother dear, we understand each other now——"
"Don't you dare call me mother, sir!"
"Why not? I'm going to win in the end, and you're on my side. You know that I'm worth a dozen such fellows as the little scrap of a man on whom she's about to throw herself away."
"How dare you, sir!"
"Because you've just told me. I'm only quoting your words."
As Mrs. Primrose left in speechless anger, Nan quietly entered the room. Her face was set for battle in a proud defiant35 smile. She was totally unprepared for the way in which Stuart met her.
With a quick step he was at her side, seized both her hands in a grip of fierce tenderness and in low tones of vibrant36 passion said:
"This thing don't go with me, Nan. I won't accept it. I'm going to fight—fight for my own—for you are mine—mine by every law of God and man, and you are worth fighting for!"
The hard smile of defiance37 melted from the beautiful face, and a flush of tenderness slowly overspread her cheeks. It was sweet to be loved like that by a strong masterful man. One of the things that had stung her pride deepest during the past weeks was the thought that after all he didn't seem to care. Now that she knew how deeply he cared, her heart went out to him in instinctive38 tender response.
"I suppose, then," she began slowly, "I've nothing to do but agree to your plan of action?"
"That's it exactly," he replied firmly. "How could I dream that you would regard our quarrel so seriously——"
She started to speak, and he raised his hand:
"I know, dear, you said our engagement was broken. I didn't believe you meant it. I couldn't. I was hurt when you returned my note unopened, but I watched and waited every hour of every day for a word. The news of your engagement to Bivens came as a bolt out of the blue sky. I refuse to accept such an act as final. You did it out of pique40. You don't mean it. You can't mean it!"
"And what are your plans?"
"I told you the other day I had a surprise for you—I have. It's worth a day—you promised me one in the country before our foolish quarrel. I want it now. You will come?"
She hesitated a moment and said:
"Yes."
Within an hour they had reached the hills overlooking Gravesend Bay, and the magnificent sweep of water below the Narrows. Nan had scarcely spoken on the way, answering Stuart's questions in friendly nods, smiles, and monosyllables.
"Before we go farther," Stuart said when they had left the car, "I want to show you a model home a friend of mine has built out here. It's my ideal, and I think you'll like it."
Nan nodded and followed his long strides along the narrow path of a single flagstone pavement to the crest42 of the hill which sloped to the water's edge.
As they entered the gate, half hidden in the hedge, the girl exclaimed:
"What a lovely little place!"
A gardener who was watering some flowers, on a sign from Stuart hastened up the gravel43 walk and opened the door.
Every window commanded entrancing views of the bay and ocean. Every ship entering or leaving the harbour of New York must pass close and could be seen for miles going to sea.
When Stuart finally led Nan out on the broad veranda44 of the second floor, she was in a flutter of excitement over the perfection of its details.
"I think it's wonderful, Jim!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm. "I'd like to congratulate your friend on his good taste. And just look at those dear little terraces which lead down to the boathouse—on one of them a strawberry bed, on the other a garden, on the last a grape arbor45, and then the boathouse, the wharf—and look—a lovely little boat tied to the float—it's just perfect!"
"And this outlook over bay and sea and towering hills—isn't it wonderful?" he asked soberly—"the hills and sea with their song of the infinite always ringing in one's soul!"
"It's glorious," she murmured. "I've never seen anything more nearly perfect. Whose is it?"
Stuart looked into her dark eyes with desperate yearning47.
"It's yours, Nan!"
"Mine?"
"Yes, dear, this is my secret. I've been building this home for you the past year. I've put all the little money my father gave me with every dollar I could save. It's paid for and here's the key. I meant to ask you out here to fix our wedding day. I ask you now. Forget the nightmare of the past two weeks and remember only that we love each other!"
The girl's eyes grew dim for a moment and she turned away that the man who watched might not know. Her lips quivered for just an instant, and her hand gripped the rail of the veranda.
When she answered it was with a light banter48 in her tones that cut Stuart's heart with cruel pain.
"If I'd seen it four weeks ago, Jim, I really don't see how I could have resisted it—but now"—she shook her head and laughed—"now it's too late!"
"My God, don't say that, Nan!" he pleaded. "It's never too late to do right. You know that I love you. You know that you love me."
"But I've discovered," she went on with bantering49, half challenging frankness, "that I love luxury, too. I never knew how deeply and passionately50 before—" she paused a moment, looking toward Sea-Gate. "Isn't that the anchorage of the Atlantic Yacht Club?"
"Yes," he answered impatiently.
"Then that's Mr. Bivens's yacht—the big, ugly black one lying close inshore with steam up. He told me he would send her into dry dock to-day. He was talking last night of a wedding cruise in her to the Mediterranean52. I confess, Jim, that I want to shine, to succeed, and dazzle, and reign53. Every ambitious man has this desire. Why shouldn't I? You say I have rare beauty. Well, I wish to express myself. It's a question of common sense. Marriage is my only career. This man's conquest was so easy it startled me and I came down out of the clouds. I don't know a girl in New York to-day who has youth and beauty who does not in her soul of souls aspire54 to the highest rank and the greatest wealth. This is perhaps the one chance of my life——"
"Do you hold yourself so cheap?"
"You see I'm not so prejudiced an observer as you, Jim. I've looked the facts squarely in the face. You can't realize how much the power of millions means to a woman who chafes55 at the limitations the world puts on her sex. My imagination has been set on fire by dreams of splendour and power. It's too late——"
"Don't, don't say it, Nan!"
"Why not be frank? This little cottage is a gem39, I admit. But I've seen a splendid palace set in flowers and gleaming with subdued56 light. Soft music steals through its halls mingled57 with the laughter of throngs58 who love and admire me. Its banquet tables are laden59 with the costliest60 delicacies61, while liveried servants hurry to and fro with plates and goblets62 of gold! And all this wild dream, Jim, seems real, a part of my very life. Perhaps somewhere in another world my spirit lived in such surroundings——"
"Perhaps," Stuart interrupted bitterly, "in the breast of a cruel, merciless half-savage princess who killed her lover to win a throne——"
Nan suddenly grasped his arm.
"What are you saying!"
"Only interpreting your dream."
"You mustn't say horrible things like that to me. It's bad enough, God knows, when I face it. But at least I'm not a murderess."
"I'm not at all sure," he persisted, with desperation. "That a girl who can deliberately64 kill the soul of the man who loves her, might not kill his body if put to the test——"
"For heaven's sake, Jim, if you do love me don't say such things! I'll never forget them! I can't help it—I've got to do this. The spell is on me, and I must——"
Stuart seized her arm with fierce strength that hurt.
"Then I'll break the spell. You shall not do this hideous thing. You are mine, I tell you, and I am bigger than money. I have the power to think, to create ideas, to create beauty—the power that remakes the world. I expect to have all the money we shall need. In the years to come we shall be rich whether we seek it or not. But the sweetest days of all life will be those in which we fight side by side the first battles of life in youth and poverty when we shall count the pennies and save with care for the little ones God may send us! With your sweet face bending above me and the touch of your hand, the highest success is sure. Marry me now. Here is your home. We don't need to be rich to be happy—a loving heart, generous sympathies, comradeship, high ambitions, strong young bodies and clean souls—and the angels will envy us!"
"But life is short, Jim! I can have things now. He has already promised them—a palace in town, another by the sea, a great castle in the heart of the blue southern mountains we used to watch as children, and armies of servants to do my bidding—I can live now!"
"And you call these trappings and tinsel life?"
"I want them."
"My God, Nan, haven't you a soul? Hasn't the life within no meaning for you? To me such luxury is sheer insanity65. The possibilities of personal luxury have been exhausted66 thousands of years ago. It's commonplace, vulgar, and contemptible67. If you wish for power why choose the lowest of all its forms? The way you are entering is worn bare by the feet of millions of forgotten fools whose bodies worms have eaten. Not one of them lives to-day even in a footnote of history. They sailed no unknown seas. They conquered no new worlds. They merely got dollars, spent them and died."
"And yet, Jim, you know as well as I do that money is the sign of success and power; its absence, of failure and weakness."
"To those who see the surface of things only—oh, Nan, why have you let this brood of black-winged bats build their nest in your heart?—this greed, this avarice69, this envy of the rich——"
The girl lifted her hand with a gesture of impatience70.
"You persist in misunderstanding me. Why should your desire for power be called high ambition, and mine a vulgar avarice? If you make a mistake in your career, you can correct it and begin again. Being a woman I cannot, for marriage is my only career. A mistake now would be to me fatal."
"And you are making the one tragic71 mistake no repentance72 can undo73. You are choosing to commit the one unpardonable sin—the sin against the Spirit."
"And what, pray, is that?"
"The deliberate choice of evil, knowing it to be evil. Your heart is mine—mine, I tell you! Do you deny it?"
Again he seized her hand, gripped it fiercely, and looked into her eyes with tender, searching gaze.
Nan looked away.
"Oh, Nan, dear, believe me," he pleaded. "You can't deny this voice within the soul and live! Happiness is inside, not outside, dear. You say you want to own a castle on a mountain side. You can't do it by holding a deed and paying taxes on it. I can own it without a deed. I haven't a million, but I own this great city. This mighty74 harbour is mine. That's why I built our little home nest here on the hill overlooking it. It's all mine—these miles of shining ocean sands, the sea, and these landlocked waters. The great city that stretches northward75, its miles of gleaming lights that will come out to-night and dim the stars, the hum and thrill of its life, the laughter and the tears, the joys and the fears—are all mine because I see and hear and feel and understand! Nor can the tax gatherer put his hand on my wealth. It's beyond his touch."
The girl's spirit was caught at last in the grip of his passionate51 appeal, and her rebellion ceased for the moment as she watched and listened with increasing sympathy.
"Beauty is always a thing of the soul, Nan," he rushed on. "The things we possess are signs of the spirit or we don't possess them—they possess us. The dress you wear expresses something within you when it fits your beautiful body so perfectly76. The mere68 possession of houses and lands and things has no meaning unless they reveal us. If they merely express the labour of an ancestor, the mind of an architect or the genius of a manager, we are only intruders on the scene, not the creator and therefore the possessor of the beauty we aim at. A home, a dress, are symbols, or nothing but goods and chattels77. I have seen you wear dresses made by your own hand that revealed a whole conception of life and hats that were poems. The dress you wear to-day is perfect because it expresses you. The clothes of a millionaire's wife have no meaning except conformity78 to fashion and the expenditure79 of vast sums of money. The poetic80 taste, the subtle mystery of personality which you put into your dress have always been a joy to me."
In spite of her fierce determination to give no response to his appeal her fingers instinctively81 tightened82 on the hand which had seized hers. His own pressed with new courage and he went on.
"Bivens may think he owns that big black hulk lying out there belching83 smoke from her huge funnels84. But he only pays the bills to keep her going. It takes fifty men to run her. I have a little sloop85 with a cabin for two. She cost me fifteen hundred dollars and I own her, because I dreamed every rib63 in her body, every rivet86, every line of her graceful87 form. I created her and gave her a soul. I feel the beat of her proud little heart in the storm and the soft touch of her sleepy wings in the calm. She is part of the rhythm of my life.
"It is not money that gives value or ownership to things. You can only own that which expresses you. For that reason you cannot own the palaces of which you dream. Their service will require a hundred thieving hirelings whose very names you cannot know. This house is mine because I have built it as a work of love and art and expressed myself in it with infinite tenderness and infinite pains. It is not a palace in size, but it is a palace, glorious and wonderful, in a deeper spiritual sense, because it is a poem. Every spar of wood in it is perfect of its kind. Every stone in it is a gem because it is the right thing in the right place. There isn't a shoddy bit of material or a slipshod piece of work from the green tile in its roof to the stone boulders on which it rests. It will last our lives and generations to follow. The very mortar88 between the bricks and the cement between the stones are perfect because they were mixed with tears of joy that bubbled from my heart as I stood here, watched and sang my love for you——"
The lover paused a moment, overcome with his emotion, and he knew by the quick rising and falling of the girl's breast that a battle was raging.
Quick to see his advantage he drew her gently inside.
"See, Nan, there are no cheap imitations in here, no vulgar ornaments89 which mean nothing. There has been no copying of models. These rooms I planned with your spirit, dearest, hovering90 over me, and each one has its little surprise—a nook, a turn, a window opening unexpectedly on its entrancing view. The ornaments on its walls will grow as we grow—pictures we shall find and always love, and tapestries91 your own dear hands shall paint. This home will be a real one because it will have a soul. There can be no coarse or menial tasks within its walls because its work shall be glorified92 by the old immortal93 song of love and life."
Stuart leaned close and spoke41 in a low tense voice:
"And it will always be beautiful, Nan, because it will be penetrated94 with the touch of your hand. Every piece of furniture will glow with that radiance. Gold and precious stones can have no such lustre95. See, here I have planned to place your piano. There will be no music on earth like the songs those throbbing96 strings97 shall make to my soul when they quiver beneath the touch of your hand. Here on this seat I shall lie by the window, looking out over the sea, dream and think great thoughts of life and death and immortality98 while you play for me. And with each passing year, dearest, the songs that you sing will be deeper and richer and more and more full of divine meaning."
The lover slipped his arm gently around the girl's yielding form, her head drooped99 on his shoulder, the great dark eyes blinded with tears. For a moment he held her in silence broken only by a deep sob46. His hand touched her hair with the tenderest gesture as he whispered:
"We can only know a few real friends in this world, dearest—but one great love comes to any human soul, and life is all too short to lose a single day——"
"Hush100—hush! Jim," the girl cried in anguish101, "don't say any more, please!"
"Tell me that it's all right, dear," he urged. "You know you cannot leave me now. You know that you love me and that your love is a deathless thing."
"Yes, yes, I know," she gasped102. "But I'm going to marry him! I can't help it. The spell of his millions is on me and I can't shake it off!"
So sure was Stuart of victory, Nan's outburst made no impression on his mind. He continued to soothe15 her as he would a tired child.
"Of course I know you don't mean that—you are only reproaching the imaginary girl who betrayed her love for money. The real Nan is sobbing103 here in my arms—mine forever——"
With a determined104 effort she drew herself from his embrace and in hard cold tones said:
"No. Jim, you must face the truth. I am going to marry this man, and the most horrible thing I can say about myself is that, deeply as I love you, I know I shall be content with the splendid career that will be mine. I shall never regret my marriage."
The lover looked at her in a dazed way as if unable to grasp the meaning of her words.
"Nan," he cried at last, "you can't mean that!"
"I do."
"But you can't do this vile105 thing. Since the world began I know that vain, weak, ignorant women have sold themselves to men they could not love, for money, rank and luxury. But you are not of that breed, Nan. You are not weak, you are not ignorant. You are strong in body and soul, with high aims and the inheritance of rich blood in your veins106.
"You are the typical American girl, the daughter of the line of men and women who have made this Republic the glory of the world—women whose hearts have been pure, whose lives have been clean, who have kept burning in the hearts of men the great faiths of the soul. Respect for this woman has been one of the foundations of our moral life. In the worship I have paid you, there has been more than the charm of sex, there has been always this instinctive recognition of the divine. Are you going to kill my faith in God? The woman who sells herself to buy bread, stands higher in the moral world than you——" He hesitated.
"Go on, Jim, say the worst. And still I'm going to do it."
"Knowing full well that no ceremony of Church or State, no words of priest or judge, no pealing107 of organ, or pomp or pageantry can make this thing a marriage? There is but one vile word in the English tongue that fits the woman——"
Nan straightened her figure with a smile of defiance:
"Say it!"
The lover dropped in silence to the window seat and buried his face in his hands in a paroxysm of emotion beyond control.
At length he rose and looked at the girl he loved long and tenderly.
"God in heaven! It's inconceivable, when I took into your beautiful face! Have you no pity in your heart?"
The full lips smiled a cruel little smile.
"Men are strong, Jim. They can stand hard blows. You come of fighting stock. I know that you will survive——"
"And the solemn pledge of love and loyalty108 we gave to each other—this means nothing to you?"
"Our engagement was informal. The world knew nothing of it."
"No, but God knew, Nan, and our young souls were their own witness."
"I'm sorry to hurt you, Jim. But I must—it's fate; the big world, I somehow feel I'm akin22 to, is calling me and I'm going——"
"And Bivens is this big world! If you will throw me over for money, can't you wait until a real man goes with it? It wouldn't be so bad if I felt you had chosen one who was my equal physically109 and mentally in culture and breeding—but Bivens!"
"You underestimate his ability. You may hate him—but he is a man of genius."
"He is everything you loathe110, and yet you are going to marry him. Great God! don't you understand what a close, intimate, personal thing marriage is! You are the most fastidious girl I have ever known. The ceremony with which you keep your beautiful body is a religion. Bivens is physically everything you despise. His teeth are yellow with nicotine111, and his lips cracked and stained with tobacco. With every quivering fibre of your delicate and sensitive being you know that you loathe him. And yet you are going to give your body to be his—without reserve—you, the delicate, the exquisite112 beauty—you who worship your dainty body in a mirror daily. God—have you no real reverence113 for your own being?"
"No, Jim," she interrupted at last, with deep pity in her heart for his suffering, "I don't think I have, and it's better so after all. I'll never love another, I shall not try."
"Then if you will sell yourself, Nan, dear, let's make a better bargain—wait! You are giving up too easily. Bivens has only a couple of millions, and he may lose them. Don't hold yourself so cheap. If you were on the block for sale I'd give a million for each dimple in your cheek. That pile of glorious black hair is worth a million—I'd give it without haggling114 at the price! Come, let's have more bids! The smile that plays about your lips should bring millions. The arch of your proud young neck should add another—and your deep dark eyes, I swear are worth a million each."
Stuart's voice had grown husky and sank into a sob as she placed her hand on his arm and gently said:
"Hush, Jim, dear, we must go now. I can't stand any more. I've let you go on like this and say anything you pleased because I'm heartsick to see how cruelly I've hurt you—but there's a limit."
"Yes, I know, forgive me."
Without another word he led her from the place, closed the little gate quietly and returned to her home.
Alone inside the parlour they stood in silence a moment and she took his hand in hers.
"I'm sorry, but it must be good-bye. Your love has been a sweet and wonderful thing in my life——"
"And you throw it aside as a worthless rag."
"No," she answered smiling. "It shall be mine always—good-bye."
She raised her lips to his in a cold kiss.
Dazed with anguish, he turned and left. The door closed on his retreating figure, and Nan sank among the cushions and burst into a flood of passionate tears.
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