Scarcely a day passed without bringing to the young lawyer some reminder2 of Bivens's friendship. Two great lawsuits3 involving the principles on which the structure of the modern business world rested were begun in the Federal courts. At the financier's secret suggestion the more important of these was placed in Stuart's hands. Bivens hoped to beat the Government in this suit, but in case the people should win he wanted the personal satisfaction of knowing that he had helped to make the fame of his best friend.
Stuart could scarcely credit his ears when Bivens said to him with a chuckle4:
"How's your big suit to dissolve the American Chemical Company coming on, Jim?"
"We're going to win, beyond the shadow of a doubt!" was the enthusiastic reply.
"If you do, I want you to know, old boy, that I threw that job into your hands."
"What?"
"I caused the proper man to suggest your name at the right moment, to the right people."
"The American Chemical Company is your original pet, and you put me up against it?"
Stuart paused and looked at Bivens with a scowl5.
"Look here, Cal," he went on angrily, "you didn't think that you could use our friendship to weaken this suit at a critical moment, did you?"
"Jim," the little man cried, in distress6, "you can't believe that I thought you were that sort of a dog, after all that has passed between us?"
"It does seem incredible," Stuart agreed.
"No, my boy," Bivens went on, after a pause, "I don't have to do dirty little things like that. These big issues have been raised. They are bound to come to trial before the Supreme7 Court of the United States—our one great tribunal beyond reproach or suspicion. They will be decided8 on their merits. The issues involved are too big and far-reaching for pettifogging methods. I suggested your name to help you in your career. I couldn't do it any other way. The stock I now own in the American Chemical Company is a mere9 trifle. I'll have a good joke on our crowd if you do win. I'll celebrate with a state dinner and make them all drink to your health. They'll pull ugly faces but they'll do it and fall over one another to do you honour besides."
Stuart broke into a hearty10 laugh.
"What a funny mixture of the devil and the human you are, after all, Cal! The more I see of you, the less I know you. How any man can make a colossal11 fortune as you have, and yet do such things as you've done for me, is incredible. In business you are an oppressor of the weak, cruel and unjust, and yet you are a good husband, a loyal friend, and a member of the church. It beats the devil!"
Bivens smiled cynically12.
"Nothing mysterious about it. I came into a world where I found robbery and murder the foundation of our commercial system. I grappled with my enemies, learned the rules of the game and beat them at their own sport. I'm simply the product of the age—no better, no worse than the principles of modern society by which I live."
"And you expect to win in the end?"
"I have won!"
The young lawyer shook his head thoughtfully.
"There's a text our old preacher at home used to ring the changes on that's been burning into my life of late:
'SIN WHEN IT IS FULL GROWN BRINGETH FORTH13 DEATH.'
"Whatever sin may be, theologically, it is certainly the violation14 of law. Before any man can, in the end, reap good from the seeds of evil, the tides must forget to come in, grass and bud fail to come at the call of spring, and every law of the universe be reversed; because it is the Law—the law of Science, Philosophy, Love, Life, Nature, God."
"I'm afraid you're getting beyond my depth now," Bivens answered, dryly. "I'm not a philosopher or a theologian, only a man of business who takes the world as he finds it and tries to beat it and win out in the scuffle. I suggested your name in this suit, Jim, because I like you and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, if you'd let me."
As the two men drew thus closer and closer together, Stuart's bearing toward Nan became guarded, and at last their relations strained.
She met his new attitude with deep resentment15 and growing wonder. Her firm conviction was that he had become interested in another woman. She pretended to take no notice of the change in his manner or to observe the fact that they were never alone together. With infinite patience she studied his whims16 and watched for the rival she was sure had crossed his life. From the first she had suspected Harriet Woodman, and had inevitably17 linked her coming with Stuart's change of feeling. He had never referred to the Woodmans once since the day of the financier's collapse18. This was, of course, natural, and she grew each day more certain that the influence of this quiet demure19 girl was the secret of the hostile influence that had come between them.
With the liberal use of money she made the acquaintance of a member of the chorus of the grand opera company who agreed to report to her every movement in Harriet's life.
At the beginning of the season the usual quarrelling of the stars gave to the young singer the opportunity of her life, and Nan's friend reported that the little golden-haired understudy was suddenly booked to sing the leading r?le in Faust on account of the illness of the star.
"Of course, the cat's not ill at all," the chorus lady volunteered to inform Nan over the telephone. "She's only pretending, to bring the manager to his knees. He's called her bluff20 and the little one's going on in her part, and she's in the seventh heaven of delight."
"Will she succeed?" Nan broke in, eagerly.
"What? as Marguerite in Faust, that poor little kid? She will—nit! I'm sorry for her. She'll need a friend to take her home to-night. It's a dog mean trick of the manager to make a monkey of her. She's a good little thing; everybody likes her."
"All right, that will do, thank you," Nan interrupted shortly, as she hung up the receiver.
She was not surprised when Stuart accepted her invitation to spend the evening in her box at the opera—the first time he had allowed himself to be alone with her since their return from the cruise.
"Yes, Nan," he answered quickly, "I'll go with pleasure. A little friend of mine is to sing a great r?le to-night. I'm so glad you're going. I want you to hear her and help me applaud."
Now she knew it! For the first time in her life she began to realize what Stuart meant to her; what his refusal to love another woman had meant. For the first time she knew that she had built the foundations of her happiness on the certainty that he could never love another woman and that he would die her devoted21, if unsatisfied, slave.
For the first time she felt the tigress instinct to defend what she held to be her own, right or wrong. She could tear this woman into pieces—the little poverty-stricken nobody, an understudy in an opera troupe22! And yet if she should succeed to-night—the thought was suffocating—to-morrow her name would be on the lips of thousands and a new star would be shining in the musical world.
Stuart took Harriet to the stage door on his way for Nan. As the cab wheeled up Broadway he was in a fever of excitement over the outcome of the night's work.
"It's horribly unfair, little pal23, for them to thrust you into such a position with only a few hours' rehearsal24."
"I'm only too thankful for the chance, Jim," she answered serenely26.
"Let me see if your hand is trembling."
Ho took her hand in his and held it a moment, looking tenderly into her expressive27 eyes.
"I never saw anything like it in my life!" he exclaimed. "You're as cool and unconcerned as if you were going to hear me sing instead of making your first appearance in one of the great r?les of an immortal28 opera. You haven't the slightest fear of failure?"
She smiled with joyous29 eagerness as she replied:
"I know that I can sing to-night, I may not make a deep impression or create the slightest excitement, but I can't fail."
"If you should, dearie," he said, with deep tenderness, "promise me not to take it to heart. Such a trial is not fair to you. Even the greatest star could not do her best under such conditions."
"No, they couldn't be induced to sing under such conditions. But I am divinely happy over it. I promise you that not a tear shall stain my face if I fail. I shall only laugh and try again."
Her faith was so serene25, Stuart was reassured30.
At the stage door he held her hand in parting and whispered:
"My soul and body will be yours to-night, dearie, remember that! I've permission from the manager to meet you behind the scenes after the last curtain. Be sure to wait a moment before you go to your dressing31 room."
"No, I'll see you in my room. I shall be so proud of it—the star's room for one night at least! The maid will show you the way."
"I will be in the Bivens's box, the second from the stage on the right. Don't forget to glance that way, now and then."
A look of pain clouded the fair face, but he could not see it in the shadows, and with a last warm pressure of her hand he was gone.
Harriet found to her joyous surprise her dressing room transformed into a bower32 of roses. A great bouquet33 of three dozen American beauties on her table bore her father's name and all the rest were from Stuart. She had a vague surmise34 that he paid for her father's, too. Every tint35 of rose that blooms he had sent, hiring an artist to arrange them so that their colouring made a veritable song of joy as she entered. There was no card to indicate who had sent these wonderful flowers, but she knew. There was only one man on earth who loved her well enough. Her heart gave a throb36 of daring joy at the thought! Surely such a token meant more than merely the big brotherly tenderness which he assumed so naturally. And then her heart sank with the certainty that he didn't mean it in the deep sense she wished. He called her 'dear,' and 'dearie,' and 'little pal' too glibly37. He had always told her that he loved her too easily. What she wished was the speech that stammered38 and halted and uttered itself in broken, half-articulate syllables39 because there were no words in the human language to express its meaning.
She buried her golden head in a huge bunch of white roses the artist had placed in the centre of the room, drinking their perfume for a moment, closing her eyes and breathing deeply.
"I wonder if he does think of me still as a child?" she mused40. "I wonder if he never suspects the storm within? Well——"
She smiled triumphantly41.
"I'll tell him something to-night in my song!"
Nan was not in an amiable42 mood when Stuart led her to the box in the millionaire's playhouse which New York society built to exhibit its gowns, jewellery and beautiful women.
He had insisted on coming early.
Nan had always entered late and no woman in the magic circle of gilded43 splendour had ever attracted more attention or received it with more queenly indifference44. It was acknowledged on every hand that she was the most beautiful woman in New York's exclusive set.
Northern men had exhausted45 their vocabulary of flattery in paying homage46 to the perfection of her stately Southern type. Those big Northern business fellows had often shown a preference for Southern women. Many of them had married poor girls of the South and they had become the leaders of their set. Nan's opportunity for intrigue47 and flirtation48 had been boundless49, but so far not a whisper about her had ever found its way into the gossip of the scandalmongers of high life.
To-night she was bent50 on creating a mild sensation by entering late and placing Stuart in a position so conspicuous51, the presence of her tall distinguished52 escort would at once command attention, and provoke inquiry53. He had quite innocently frustrated54 this little plan by insisting on the unusual and vulgar procedure of entering the box in time to hear the opera.
"But Jim," Nan protested bitterly, "it's so cheap and amateurish55."
"Come Nan," he answered; "you're too beautiful, too rich, too powerful, and too much envied to be afraid of the opinion of small folks. It's the privilege of the great to do as they please. Only the little people must do as others. As a special favour I ask you to be there at the rise of the curtain. I must see my little friend's entrance and hear the first note she sings."
She had yielded gracefully56 on the outside. Inwardly she was boiling with rage.
They were the first to enter a box. Stuart eagerly scanned his programme. The manager had inserted a slip of paper on which he said:
"Owing to the sudden illness of the prima donna, the audience will have the unexpected privilege this evening of hearing an accomplished57 American girl, a native of New York City, sing for the first time in Grand Opera. Miss Harriet Woodman will appear in the r?le of Marguerite."
The real audience had gathered unusually early to hear the great European prima donna. Every seat in the orchestra and balconies was packed before the rise of the curtain.
Nan had placed Stuart in front of her on purpose to watch closely his expression.
As the moment for Harriet's appearance drew near, his nervous tension became a positive agony. Yet he distinctly felt from the subtle impression, which the intelligent single mind can always receive from the collective mind of a crowd, that the people were in a friendly mood of expectancy58. The fact that she was an American girl and from New York was greatly in her favour.
The audience greeted her appearance with a burst of applause and waited for the first note of her opening song.
Stuart was charmed with the effect of her personality in the character, before she moved. The long, beautiful golden hair, the innocent young face and her simple girlish costume made an instantaneous impression in her favour.
With the first sweet note from her throat every fear vanished. She sang simply, quietly, exquisitely59, without effort, as a bird sings because the song bubbles from within.
A ripple60 of surprised comment swept the audience and burst into vigorous applause at the close of her song.
She looked into Stuart's face and smiled sweetly.
"Isn't she glorious!" he cried, turning his flushed face toward Nan.
"Fine," was the quiet answer, "but please, Jim, don't climb over the rail and try to get on the stage."
Stuart settled back in his seat with a resolution to be more careful. But in a few moments his resolution was forgotten. From start to finish Harriet received a continuous ovation61. In the great songs of the last act her voice swelled62 into a climax63 of thrilling spiritual power. The audience rose in their seats and greeted her with such a tribute of enthusiasm New York had rarely seen. Wave after wave of applause swept the house. Her fellow-singers were compelled to lead her out a half-dozen times before the tumult64 ceased.
The manager, in ecstasies65, fell on his knees, and kisses the tips of her fingers.
When Stuart had fought his way through the crowd and reached the stage, he found her alone with her father in her room. Her head was resting on his breast and he was stroking the fair young forehead with tender caressing66 touch. His eyes were dim with tears and his voice could find no words.
He turned away from the scene and left them alone for a few moments.
He found Nan and asked her to wait for him at the stage door in her automobile67 until he could give Harriet his congratulations.
She consented with a frown, and begged him to hurry.
He heard the muffled68 throb of the big limousine69 draw up at the stage door as he made his way to Harriet's room. Her father was still there and a crowd of musicians, singers, and critics were waiting in a group outside to offer their congratulations.
She was holding them back until his arrival.
When Stuart entered she dropped her father's hand, started toward him with her lips parted in a joyous smile and extended both hands.
Instead of taking them he slipped his arm about her slender waist, drew her quickly to his heart and kissed her. The girl's extended white arms by an instinctive70 impulse found their way around his neck, and her head sank on his breast.
"My glorious little pal!" he whispered, his voice choking with emotion. "I'm the proudest man in the world to-night."
"It's all your work Jim," she said simply. "You suggested and willed it and I've made good under your inspiration. I'd rather see the happiness on your face and hear your words of approval than all the applause of that crowd."
"And you are perfectly71 happy?" he asked with enthusiasm.
"Certainly not!" she cried, emphatically. "No real woman ever does this for the thing itself. It's done only to please her hero that is, or is to be. I shall never be perfectly happy until I've a little nest of my own and the man I love is always by my side."
"He'll be a lucky man, little girl. And he must be a good one to get my consent. You can't marry without it you know."
"I shall not!" she answered with a laugh.
When Harriet drew herself quietly from Stuart's arms he turned and saw Nan standing72 in the doorway73, with a curious smile on her flushed face.
"May I, too, offer my congratulations, Miss Woodman?" she asked. "I hope you have forgotten the lack of appreciation74 you met at the hands of my crowd of thoughtless banqueters in the ovation you have had this evening."
Harriet's little figure suddenly stiffened75 at the sight of Nan, but at the sound of her friendly voice, relaxed, and moved to meet the extended hand.
"Thank you, Mrs. Bivens," she replied cordially. "I couldn't hold a grudge76 against any one in that audience to-night."
And then Stuart did something that sent a shock through every fibre of Nan's being.
As easily and naturally as a big brother, he slipped one of his long arms around Harriet and looked down with frank admiration77 into her eyes.
"You see, Nan, she's mine. I raised her from a wee little mite78. And this was such a cruel and dangerous experiment—she had no chance. It was impossible—but, God bless her, she did it!"
Nan apologized for hurrying away and Stuart was compelled to follow.
As he settled back among the soft cushions of the car by her side and the big machine glided79 swiftly up Broadway toward the Bivens palace, his enthusiasm burst out anew:
"Honestly, Nan, don't you think her a wonderful little girl? And just to think she's my kid——"
"Rather a remarkably80 developed kid, Jim!" was the laughing answer. "She's splendid. The depth and range, power and sweetness of her voice are marvellous. Her fame will fill the world."
"Then you can't wonder that I'm proud of her."
"No," she answered, dreamily. She could afford to be generous. Warned in time and she had made up her mind instantly to act on a plan that had been vaguely81 forming and tempting82 her for the past months. It was her trump83 card; she had hesitated to play it, but she would do it now without delay.
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