She wrote half a dozen letters and tore them up. They lacked simplicity3. The only effective appeal to this man must disarm5 all suspicion of subtlety6. It must be natural, sincere and ring true. She found it a very difficult thing to express in cold written words one thing and mean another, and yet preserve the ring of truth and sincerity7. At last she wrote a letter which seemed to be effective. She read it over and over, and added to the paper the faintest touch of delicate perfume, an old extract of sweet pinks, which she had used the night of their meeting. She laid it aside and waited an hour to carefully read it again. It was too important to risk a failure. Should he once suspect an ulterior purpose of any kind her plan must end in utter defeat. She spent an hour walking through the lawn, returned and read again the letter.
It seemed cold, stiff and artificial, and the touch of perfume obvious and vulgar. It lacked the magnetism8 of personality. She had no power to convey this as yet in words. She must see him face to face, hold him with the deep charm of her great eyes, and enfold him with the spell of her beauty.
“I must see him,” she cried—“or I’ll fail! If I can only touch his hand, stand by his side and look into his face, I’ll win.”
She walked to the window and stood thoughtful a moment. Suddenly her eyes lighted.
“I’ll do it! I’ll go to his dingy9 office and ask for his services as any other client. Why not? His sign is a standing10 invitation to the world. How stupid of me to be wasting paper!”
In five minutes she was on the way. Her dress was a simple girlish pattern of green dimity. A quaint11 bonnet12 of the period, flaring13 wide and high in front, its tiny circular crown tilted14, with ribbon tied under her dainty chin, made a picture no artist could pass without a sigh.
She stopped before the wrought-iron weatherbeaten sign which hung from the doorway15 leading up a flight of stairs to the young lawyer’s office. Her heart fluttered with a moment of uncertainty16 as she felt herself standing on the threshold of the most daring step of her life. The plain gold letters of the sign held her with a strange fascination:=
````JOHN GRAHAM
```ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR
`````AT LAW=
She had never noticed this piece of plain black iron before, and yet somehow it seemed a part of the record of her deep inner life, and, as it moved, gently stirred by the soft breezes of a Southern day, creaking on the rod from which it hung, the sound thrilled her with a feeling of strange terror. She turned quickly away, her heart pounding with excitement, and began to retrace17 her steps.
She walked a block, stopped, flushed red, frowned and turned on her heels.
“I’ll not be a silly coward. I’ll not look back again until it’s done.”
This time she walked firmly up the stairs and gently knocked on his door.
John had just finished his business with Nickaroshinski.
The old Jew had accepted his personal note unsecured by any endorsement18 for the money needed to send Billy north to college. He sat in brooding silence, idly holding between his fingers the paper on which he had recorded the memorandum19 of his new indebtedness. He was not worrying over his ability to pay—of that he felt sure. Butler had answered his suit by removing the order of his disbarment on Larkin’s advice the day of the County Convention. His practice gave promise of a comfortable living.
It was Billy’s flight, which was arranged for the following day, that had focussed his thoughts on the miserable20 tragedy which had raised still another barrier between him and his possible approach to Stella.
The knock on his door had not interrupted the train of his thought. He was looking through his window into the deep blue of the infinite skies, and linking in fancy the mysteries of their changing lights to those which flashed from the fathomless21 depths of the eyes of the woman he loved.
He had mechanically answered the knock without moving and still sat wide-eyed and dreaming when the rustle22 of Stella’s dress and the echo of her soft footfall startled him.
He turned in amazement23, stared, suddenly sprang to his feet, his face flushed with excitement. Surely he was asleep—dreaming! Or had the picture in his soul suddenly stepped from the infinite into the flesh and blood of the finite in answer to the yearning24 call of his heart! A hundred wild thoughts swept his imagination in the brief moment before he could speak.
“I fear I’ve startled you!” she said, drawing back with a timid gesture.
“Why, why—it’s you—Miss Butler! I hadn’t dreamed of seeing you in this dingy office!”
He stammered25 and hesitated, and continued to gaze at her in confusion.
“May I sit down?” she asked softly.
“I beg a thousand pardons,” he answered, springing across the room for a chair. He dumped a pile of law books from it—brushed the dust from the bottom and placed it before her.
“Believe me,” he went on, “I was so astonished at seeing you, I thought I must have fallen asleep—you see it was too beautiful to be true—I thought it must be a dream.”
“Well, there was nothing left but to humble26 myself and call on you—you refused to call on me.”
“I can never tell you how sorry I was to have to write that note,” he said gravely.
“I’m glad, for I refuse to take your letter as final. You said there were many and serious reasons why you could not act as my counsel. I’ve come to hear them.”
“I assure you they are serious enough, Miss Butler. I fear it will not be possible for me to state them.”
“Then I refuse to accept them,” she answered with a smile.
John gazed at her, wondering if she could know what havoc27 her sweet appealing smile was playing with his resolutions.
He tried to speak and couldn’t.
Stella continued, her voice low and musical with childlike tenderness:
“I know that my father was your political foe28, but he had the profoundest respect for your ability and your high sense of honour. His death will doubtless remain one of the unexplained tragedies of the troubles through which the country is now passing.”
She rose and slowly approached John’s chair, her great brown eyes blinding him with their light as she gently laid a white hand on his shoulder.
He started at her touch.
“Mr. Graham,” she said, with exquisite29 tenderness, “life is too short to cherish its bitter feuds30.”
“Yes,” he answered in a whisper barely audible.
“I am utterly31 alone and distressed32 over business affairs I do not understand. I have implicit4 faith in you. I need your help and advice. Will you refuse me what you would grant without question to a stranger who would call at this office and ask?”
John flushed and fumbled33 his hands nervously34.
“Come, you will accept, will you not?” She extended her hand. “Shall we be friends?”
He trembled for a moment and his own hand resistlessly sought hers.
“Yes!” he cried with deep emotion, unconsciously crushing her hand in his.
“You will come to-morrow morning to the house and go over the papers with me?”
“To-morrow afternoon,” he replied, as a momentary35 cloud shadowed his brow. “I have an important engagement for the morning.” And he thought of Billy with a pang36.
“Then to-morrow afternoon,” she cried, with a tender smile that lingered as a caress37 long after she had passed from the door.
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