The mental picture behind those red spots was of the same envelope which was absorbing Adèle’s meditations3. It had lain directly in the line of Miss Frink’s bi-focals when Mrs. Lumbard gave it its final flattening4. Miss Frink crossed the room to where the enlarged portrait of her girlhood’s chum hung on the wall.
“Come on, Alice, let’s talk it over as we used to,” she said, and with a quick movement[162] unhooking the picture, she sat down in the nearest chair with it in her lap, and gazed into the eyes. “I want to look at a friend. I’m seventy-odd, Alice, and you’re still my only one: the only being who has ever loved me.” She paused in her soliloquy to swallow something. “I’m not going to make a tragedy of it. I could have adopted a child after Philip disappointed me. I could have had some one to love me, but I liked business better than domesticity, so I made my own bed and I’m not going to complain of it. You told me I was all wrong about Philip, wrong in not giving him his freedom, wrong to quarrel with him, wrong to cut myself off from him, I remember now everything you said, though I haven’t thought of it for years. The book was closed. Nothing could have surprised me more than to have it opened again. But, Alice”—Miss Frink’s hand pressed the sides of the picture frame until it hurt—“it is only my money. That is the humiliation5. I couldn’t believe that I would feel it so.” The soliloquizing lips quivered. “Your Adèle—if she is yours, something in me cries out all the time that she is not—what interest would she have had in an Aunt Susanna who was old and poor? She fawns6 on me with meek7, loving expressions[163] as if I could be fooled. Forgive me, dear, but you wouldn’t like her, either. There’s Grim, of course; it’s a religion with him to look after me, but he hasn’t any natural, spontaneous interest in his fellow-beings. The calf8 of gold rules his consciousness. He’s narrow, narrow as I am myself. Oh, Alice, if I had you here! If I could only do it over again and do it better.” For the first time in years tears stood in Miss Frink’s eyes. She winked9 them away quietly, and fell into meditation2. Presently, her thoughts seething10 through the past and present, her lips moved again:
“John Ogden is a finished rascal11; polished, suave12, a real society man. Full of charm he is, and I wonder how he ran into the boy, and persuaded him. I’m hurt, Alice. Hugh’s old Aunt Sukey is hurt;—but it’s better to be hurt than dead, and he didn’t know who he was saving, I have that comfort. That was no part of John Ogden’s plan; and it makes the boy more mine than Ogden’s. He hasn’t been happy a minute since he came, and the why is plain. He hates the double-dealing, while Ogden thinks it is the best joke going. I hate lies, Alice”—with sudden heat. “You know I always did; and the humiliation—why does it cut me so that the boy, my own[164] flesh and blood that I’m mightily13 near to loving, has cold-bloodedly entered into some plan that has only my money for its object? I’ve been a dupe; and, of course, any young person would chuckle14 over my sympathy for his delirious15 longing16 for Aunt Sukey. Alice!”—suddenly Miss Frink clutched the picture frame again—“that girl—that photograph—is his mother. He said Aunt Sukey opposed her tooth and nail, and I asked him if I could do anything. He said it was too late.”
Miss Frink let the picture slide down into her lap while she followed this train of thought and looked into space. Presently she propped17 the frame up again between her hands.
“Of course, Alice, that single night in which your much-married granddaughter’s hair turned white might have come before she went over to France. I’m about as mean to the girl in my thoughts as anybody could be, and she has made the boy look really happy for the first time in all these weeks. I ought to give her some credit for that. It was pleasant down in the drawing-room to-night through her means; but the iron had entered into my soul, and I felt inside the way Grim looked outside. Poor Grim, he is not a society man. He doesn’t want our habits changed. Now, I’m up[165] against another fight, Alice, girl. It’s a long time since I’ve had to fight. It’s a temptation to say to them all—Ogden, the boy, and Adèle—‘I know you through and through. I’m not the dupe you think me. Get away all of you and never let me see you again.’ But, Alice, what’s the use of living seventy years unless you’ve learned to do nothing impulsively18? I look right back to my treatment of Philip Sinclair and recall the things you said to me then. I shall let you help me, Alice. I will take the advice that I scorned thirty years ago. Good-night, Alice, girl.”
Miss Frink didn’t sleep much that night, and the next morning, the weather having made a sudden start summerward, she felt a new chapter of her life beginning.
Hugh came down to breakfast with John Ogden, and Adèle was ready with new ideas for her recital19. Miss Frink allowed herself to be carried along on the tide of their talk until breakfast was over.
“What a lovely morning. Your grounds are charming,” said Ogden.
“Everything is blooming,” returned the hostess. “Let us make a little tour of inspection20.”
She led the way through the small conservatory[166] attached to the dining-room, and out upon the lawn.
“How beautifully this place is kept,” said Ogden.
“Thoroughness is your watchword, I’m sure.”
“I believe it is,” she agreed. “Whether I was doing right or wrong, I always seem to have made a clean sweep of it.”
Ogden regarded her in genuine admiration22. “All your thoughts must be of satisfaction, I should think.”
Miss Frink tossed her head with a dissenting23 gesture. “You’d think wrong then, man. Let us sit down here awhile.”
She led the way to a rustic24 seat under an elm tree. “Shan’t I go in and get a wrap for you?” asked Ogden. The prospect25 of a tête-à-tête with his hostess was not without its qualms26.
“No, no. This sun is hot.”
“So is this one,” thought Ogden, but he smiled with his usual air of finding the present situation inspiring.
“I’d like to know how you came to take such an interest in Hugh,” began his companion without prelude27.
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“Eh? His sister?”
“Yes, his sister Carol. She couldn’t see me,” continued Ogden cheerfully. “She married a man named Morrison and went to Colorado. Hugh received word yesterday that her husband has died. She is left with two little children” (Miss Frink began to stiffen30 mechanically, and Ogden saw it), “but she is a young woman after your own heart. Her husband’s illness was a long one, and she learned his business in order to carry it on, and she won’t allow Hugh to come out there or worry himself about her.”
Miss Frink gazed at him with unconscious fixedness31. “Yes. His mother’s name was Carol,” was the thought behind her stiff lips.
“Hugh couldn’t seem to find himself when he came back from France, and was rather down in the mouth when I got hold of him, so I thought. He is so young, it would be better for him to learn a business from the bottom up, and I thought of Ross Graham’s.”
“Oh, you thought of Ross Graham’s.” Miss Frink nodded slowly and continued to meet her companion’s debonair32 look. “I wonder why you thought of Ross Graham’s.”
“I told you in my letter of introduction,”[168] responded Ogden, without hesitation33. “It is just one of the compact pieces of perfection that you have been bringing about all your life.”
Miss Frink nodded acceptance of the compliment and of his self-possession.
“I should say his nerve was one piece of perfection,” she reflected; and then her habit of honest thought questioned how she would have received the frank proposition. If John Ogden had come to her with the information that she had a robust34, handsome, grand-nephew, Philip Sinclair’s son, who needed a boost toward finding his right place in the world, would she have listened to him? Would she have received the boy? She would not, and she knew it.
Ogden was speaking on: “How little I dreamed that I was doing as much for you as for Hugh when I saw him off on that train.”
“Oh, perhaps some other bystander would have saved the old lady,” she replied, with sudden rebellion against Ogden’s making a virtue35 of his duplicity.
“Really?” he returned suavely36. “I have understood that Hugh had the street all to himself just at that time.”
“Well, I think he did,” said Miss Frink brusquely, looking away.
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Ogden’s gray eyes were rather large and prominent, and just now their gaze irritated her.
“You know it is very interesting to me,” he went on, “that the mere37 fact of my choosing Ross Graham’s for Hugh rather than some other concern, should have saved your valuable life. I believe in Providence38, Miss Frink. Don’t you?”
“I believe that Heaven helps those who help themselves,” she retorted; “and that’s you, I’m sure, Mr. Ogden.”
“But we’re not talking about me,” he responded with a gay air of surprise.
“Well, we’re going to,” responded Miss Frink. “I want you to tell me everything you know about Mrs. Lumbard.”
“Why—” he returned, clearing his throat to gain time, “it’s on the surface. She is a very pretty woman who is a fine musician. You can tell by Hugh’s attitude what she meant to the boys over there, and she has a reputation all through the South.”
“Did you know her before her marriage when she was Miss Morehouse?”
“Yes.”
“What was her father like?”
“Why—” Ogden hesitated. “I understood they were your relatives.”
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“No. They’re not. Is her father living?”
“I—I really don’t know; but Mr. Morehouse died only last year.”
“Well, he was her father, wasn’t he?”
Such a strange change passed over Miss Frink that Ogden was startled. She gazed at him out of a face as stiff as parchment.
“Mr. Ogden, I am uncanny. My feelings are uncanny,” she said at last. “You might as well be sitting under an X-ray as by me. I know the whole truth about you. I know all your double-dealings—”
“Oh, Miss Frink, why should you give me heart failure? I don’t know why you should be so excited. I hope I haven’t told any tales.” Ogden flushed to the ears.
“Yes, a great big one, but, oh, the relief it is to me. She has nothing to do with my Alice. Be careful not to let her know that you’ve told me this. Once I had a friend, Mr. Ogden, a real friend. She never tried to get the better of me. She never deceived me. She loved me as herself.”
John Ogden thought he had never looked into such bright eyes, and their strenuous40 gaze seeming, as she had claimed, to see absolutely[171] through him, sent a prickling sensation down his spine41. She seemed to be contrasting him with that single-minded friend, frightfully to his disadvantage.
“She has died,” went on the low voice, “and I never found another. Now Mrs. Lumbard has claimed me through her; claimed to be her granddaughter. I never could believe it, and it seems I was right.”
Ogden frowned and shook his head. “If you’re glad, I suppose I shouldn’t regret my break; but I wouldn’t for anything have thrown a monkey-wrench into Mrs. Re—Lumbard’s machinery42 if I had known.”—“Supposing Miss Frink knew all!” was his reflection.
His companion nodded slowly. “Let me have the truth once in a while, once in a while. Don’t grudge43 it to me. You’ve only clinched44 my feeling that she is a liar45.”
Ogden looked up toward the porch where Adèle and Hugh were laughing.
“That is barely decent,” responded Miss Frink with sudden sharpness. “What is it you want? When a poor young man saves the life of a rich old woman, it is to be expected that[172] she gives him a good plump check as reward, isn’t it?”
Ogden regarded her in surprise. “What the love of money does to people!” was his reflection. “I shan’t tell Hugh you said that,” he replied quietly. “He has had enough to bear. You know whether his attitude toward you is mercenary.”
Miss Frink’s old cheeks flushed in their turn. “Well, I know it isn’t,” she said bluntly; “but you are his manager, aren’t you?”
“My dear lady! Please don’t spoil this beautiful morning.”
“I’m excited, Ogden. I know it,” she said nervously47. She was glad he had trapped her, but how had he dared to do it, and how could she forgive him!
“This is what I was going to say,” he went on. “The last year before Hugh went to France he read law. Since hearing that his sister is alone, he feels that he would like to go on with it. He might be able to help her some day. Yesterday I met Colonel Duane. He is a lawyer and still has a good library. What would you think of Hugh’s working at that, evenings?”
“Why evenings?”
“Because I judge you intend to give him a[173] job in the store that will at least partly pay his board.”
Miss Frink looked off at the fountain where two marble babies were having an unending water duel48, and apparently49 from their expressions having great fun over it.
“That is a very good idea,” she said, “to read law with Colonel Duane.”
Ogden accepted her ignoring of the “job.” There was a change in her since yesterday. She seemed to be smothering50 and controlling some spite against himself. If she suspected anything, he must prepare Hugh. The sudden meeting with Ally and the plan to help her with the recital had changed the boy’s gloomy, rebellious51 mood; and certainly nothing had occurred since last evening, when Miss Frink had been a sufficiently52 complacent53 though passive hostess.
“I will attend to the matter,” she said after a pause, and rose. “I must go in. Grim will wonder if I am forgetting the mail.”
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