Adrian’s cry was a gasp1. He could not believe that he had heard aright; but he felt himself pulled down into his chair and realized that though his spiritual world had been turned upside down, as it were, this extraordinary dinner must go on. There was only one fact for which to rejoice, a trivial one: he had been placed so that he could look directly into that palm-decked alcove2 and upon this convict, Number 526.
Convict! Impossible. The fine head was not debased by the close-cropped hair, and held itself erect3 as one upon which no shadow of guilt4 or disgrace had ever rested. The face was noble, despite its lines and the prison pallor; and though hard labor5 had bowed the [Pg 284]once stalwart shoulders, they neither slouched nor shrunk together as did those of the other poor men in that group.
“Adrian! Remember where you are.”
Even the bouillon choked him and the fish was as ashes in his mouth. Courses came on and were removed, and he tasted each mechanically, prodded6 to this duty by his mother’s active elbow. Her tact7 and volubility covered his silence, though there was nobody at that table, save herself, who did not mentally set the lad down as an ignorant, ill-bred person, oddly unlike the others of his family. Handsome? Oh! yes. His appearance was quite correct and even noticeable, but if a man were too stupid to open his mouth, save to put food into it, his place at a social function were better filled by a plainer and more agreeable person.
But all things end, as even that intolerable dinner finally did, and Adrian was free to rise and in some quieter place try to rearrange his disordered ideas. But he noticed that Kate [Pg 285]signaled her mother to lead the guests from the room while she, herself, remained to exchange a few words with her chief musician. Adrian, also, lingered, unreproved, with an intensity8 of interest which fully9 redeemed10 his face from that dulness which his sister had previously11 assigned to it. She even smiled upon him, reassuringly12:
“You’ll get used to society after a bit, brother. You’ve avoided it so much and lived so among those artists that you’re somewhat awkward yet. But you’ll do in time, you’ll do very well. I mean to make it a point that you shall attend all my little functions.”
But Adrian resolved that he would never grace, or disgrace, another in this place, though he answered nothing. Then the lady turned to Number 526, and the boy’s eyes fixed13 themselves upon that worn face, seeking resemblances, trying to comprehend that this unhappy fellow was the father of his sunny Margot.
[Pg 286]
Kate was speaking now with an accent intended to be kind, even commendatory, but her brother’s ear detected, also, its tone of condescension14. Did the convict notice it, as well? If so, his face showed no sign.
“You did well, my man, very well. I think that there might be a bit more time allowed for practice, and will speak to the warden15 about it. But you, personally, have a remarkable16 gift. I hope you will profit by it to your soul’s good. I shall want you and your men again for a time this evening. I have the warden’s consent in the matter. A few arias17 and dreamy waltzes, perhaps that sonata18 which you and 1001 played the other day at my reception. Just your violin and the piano. You will undertake it? The instruments shall be screened, of course.”
Adrian was leaning forward, his hands clenched19, his lips parted. His gaze became more and more intense. Suddenly the convict raised his own eyes and met the youth’s squarely, unflinchingly. They were blue eyes, [Pg 287]pain-dimmed, but courageous20. Margot’s eyes, in very shape and color, as hers might be when life had brought her sorrow. For a half-minute the pair regarded one another, moved by an influence the elder man could not understand; then Adrian’s hand went out invitingly21, while he said:
“Allow me to thank you for your music. I’ve never heard a violin speak as yours does.”
The convict hesitated, glanced at the warden’s lady, and replied:
“Probably because no other violin has been to any other man what this has been to me.”
But he did not take the proffered22 hand and, with a bow that would have graced a drawing-room rather than a cell, clasped his instrument closely and quietly moved away.
Kate was inured23 to prison sights, yet even she was touched by this little by-play, though she reproved her too warm-hearted brother.
“Your generosity24 does you credit, dear, but [Pg 288]we never shake the hand of a prisoner, except when he is leaving. Not always then.”
“Kate, wait a minute. Tell me all about that man. I thought the prisoners were kept under lock and key. I thought—— Oh! it’s so awful, so incredible.”
“Why, Adrian! How foolish. Your artistic25 temperament26, I suppose, and you cannot help it. No. They are by no means always kept so close. This one is a ‘trusty.’ So were all the orchestra. So are all whom you see about the house or grounds. This man is the model for the whole prison. He is worth more, in keeping order, than a hundred keepers. His influence is something wonderful, and his life is a living sermon. His repentance27 is unmistakably sincere, and his conduct will materially shorten his term, yet it will be a dark day for the institution when he leaves it. I cannot help but like him and trust him; and yet—— Dear, dear! I must not loiter here. I must get back to my guests.”
[Pg 289]
“Wait, wait. There’s something I want to ask you. To tell you, too. Do you know who that man is?”
Kate shivered.
“Do I not? Oh! Adrian, though I have brought myself to look upon him so indulgently now, it was not so at first. Then I hated the sight of his face, and could scarcely breathe in the room where he was. He is under life-sentence for manslaughter and—I wonder if I ought to tell you! But I must. The situation is so dramatic, so unprecedented28. The man whom Number 526 tried to kill, and whom he robbed of many thousands, was—our own father!”
He was not even surprised and her astonishing statement fell pointless, except that he shivered a little, as she had done, and withdrew his hand from her arm, where it had arrested her departure.
“I have heard that already. Mother told me. But I don’t believe it. That man never, never attempted or committed a crime. If he [Pg 290]were guilty could he lift his eyes to mine so steadfastly29, I, the son of my father? There is some horrible, horrible mistake. I don’t know what, nor how, but there is. And I will find it out, will set it right. I must. I shall never know another moment’s peace until I do. Those eyes of his! Why, sister, do you know that it was little Margot, that man’s daughter, who saved me from starvation in the forest? Yes, saved my life; and whose influence has turned me from an idle, careless lad into—a man.”
If any of those critical guests could have seen his face at that moment they would not have called him stupid; and his excitement communicated itself so strongly to his sister, that she passed her hands across her brow as if to clear her startled thoughts.
“Impossible. Fifteen years has Number 526 lived a prison life, and if there had been any mistake, it would, it must, have been found out long ago. Why, the man had friends, rich ones, who spent great sums to prove his [Pg 291]innocence and failed. The evidence was too strong. If he had had his way we two would have long been fatherless.”
Kate turned to leave the room but Adrian did not follow her. The place had become intolerable to him, yet he blessed the chance which had brought him there to see this unhappy fellow-man and to learn this amazing story. Now he could not wait to put distance between himself and the hateful spot, and to begin the unraveling of what he knew, despite all proof, was somebody’s terrible blunder.
As cautiously as any convict of them all, escaping from his fetters30, the lad made his way into the street and thence with all speed to the station. He had picked up a hat somewhere, but was still in full dress, and more than one glance fell with suspicion upon his heated countenance31 and disordered appearance. However, he was too deep in his own thoughts to observe this, and as the train rushed cityward he grew more calm [Pg 292]and better able to formulate32 a plan of action.
“I begin to understand. This yearly visit of the ‘master’ has been to Number 526. They were close friends, and brothers by marriage. This year he has brought Margot with him. Will he, I wonder, will he let her see this convict in stripes? No marvel33 that my question as to her father’s burial place was an unanswerable one. Mother desired me not to mention the names of my forest friends before my father, but in this I must disobey her. I dare not do otherwise. I must get the whole, complete, detailed34 history of this awful affair, and there is nobody who could so well remember it as its victim. But I believe there were two victims, and one is suffering still. I only hope that father’s head will not be troubling him. I can’t think of him without these queer ‘spells’ yet he has always been capable of transacting35 business, and I must get him to talk, even if it does confuse him. Oh! hum! Will we never reach the city! [Pg 293]And where is Margot now? If I knew I should hurry to see her first; but—what a welcome her uncle would give me if I succeeded in clearing her father’s name. No wonder he disliked me—rather I am astonished that he let me stay at all, knowing my name, even if not my parentage. After that, of course, I had to go. Yet he was kind and just to the last, despite his personal feeling, and this poor Number 526 looks just as noble.”
The house on Madison Avenue was dark when Adrian reached it, but he knew that his father’s private room was at the rear of the building and, admitting himself with his latch-key, went directly there.
The banker sat in an attitude familiar to all his family, with his hands locked together, his head bent36, and his gaze fixed upon vacancy37. He might have been asleep for all appearances, but when Adrian entered and bade “Good-evening, father,” he responded promptly38 enough.
[Pg 294]
“Good-evening, Adrian. Has your mother come home?”
“No, father. I left—well, I left rather suddenly. In any case, you know, she was to stop for the night with Kate. But I came, right after dinner, because I want to have a talk with you. Are you equal to it, to-night, sir?”
The banker flashed a suspicious glance upward, then relapsed into his former pose. Memories of previous disagreeable “talks” with this, his only son, arose, but Adrian anticipated his remark.
“Nothing wrong with me, this time, father, I hope. I am trying to learn the business and to like it. I——”
“Have you any money, Adrian?”
“A little. What is left of my salary; more than I should have if mother hadn’t fitted my wardrobe out so well. A clerk even in your bank doesn’t earn a princely sum, you remember; not at first.”
It was a well-known fact, upon the “street,” [Pg 295]that the employees of “Wadislaw’s” received almost niggardly39 payment. Wadislaw, himself had the reputation of penuriousness40, and that his family had lived in the style they had was because Mrs. Wadislaw’s personal income paid expenses.
“Put it away. Put it away where nobody can find it. There are more robbers than honest men in the country. Once I was robbed, myself. Of an enormous sum. I have never recovered from that set-back. We should not have gotten on at all but for your mother. Your mother is a very good woman, Adrian.”
“Why, yes, father. Of course. The very best in the world, I believe. She has only one fault, she will make me go into society, and I dislike it. Otherwise, she’s simply perfect.”
“Yes, yes. But she watches me too closely, boy. Don’t let your wife be a spy upon you, lad.”
“No, I won’t,” laughed he. “But speaking [Pg 296]of robberies, I wish you would tell me about that great one which happened to you. It was when I was too young to know anything about it. I have a particular reason for asking. If you are able, that is.”
“Why shouldn’t I be able? It is never out of my mind, night nor day. There was always a mystery in it. Yet I would have trusted him as I trusted myself. More than I would dare trust anybody now, even you, my son.”
The man was thoroughly41 aroused, at last. Adrian began to question if he had done right in saying what would move him so, knowing that all excitement was apt to be followed by a “spell,” during which he acted like a man in a dream, though never sleeping.
But he resumed the conversation, voluntarily, and Adrian listened intently.
“He was a poor boy from a country farm. Your mother and the girls, were boarding at his home. I went up for Sundays, for I liked his horses. I never felt I could [Pg 297]afford to own one—— Don’t buy a horse, Adrian!”
“No, father. Not yet. I’m rather more anxious to buy a certain moose I know and present it to the city Zoo. King Madoc. You remember I told you about the trained animal, who would swim and tow a boat, and could be harnessed to draw a sleigh?”
“Umm. Indeed? Remarkable. Quite remarkable. But I wouldn’t do it, boy. The gift would not be appreciated. Nobody ever does appreciate anything. It is a selfish world. A selfish world, and an ungrateful one.”
“Not wholly, father, I hope.”
“We were talking. What about? I—my memory—so much care, and the difficulty of keeping secrets. It’s hard to keep everything to one’s self when a man grows old, Adrian.”
“Yes, father dear. But I’m at home now to stay. You must trust me more and rely upon me. Believe me, I will deserve your confidence. But it was the boy from the farm you were telling me of, and the horses.”
[Pg 298]
In all his life Adrian had never drawn42 so near his father’s real self as he was drawing then. He rejoiced in this fact as a part of the reward of his more filial behavior. He meant wholly what he had just promised, but he was still most anxious to hear this old story from this participant’s own lips, while they were together, undisturbed.
“Yes, yes. Well, I thought I could drive a pair of colts as well as any jockey, though I knew no more about driving than any other city business man. Of course, they ran away, and I should have been killed, but that little shaver—— Why, Adrian, that little shaver just sprung on the back of one, from where he’d been beside me in the wagon43, and he held and pulled and wouldn’t let go till they’d quieted down, and then he was thrown off and nearly trampled44 to death. I wasn’t hurt a bit, not a single bit. You’d think I’d befriend such a brave, unselfish little chap as that, wouldn’t you, lad?”
In the interest of his recital45 Mr. Wadislaw [Pg 299]had risen and paced the floor, but he now sat down again, flushed and a bit confused.
“What did you do for him, father?”
“Hmm. What? Oh! yes. Found out he wanted to come to New York and put him to school. Made a man of him. Gave him a place in the bank. Promoted him, promoted him, promoted him. Till he got almost as high as I was myself. Trusted him with everything even more than myself for he never forgot. It would have been better if he had.”
A long silence that seemed intolerable to Adrian’s impatience46.
“Then, father, what next?”
“How curious you are! Well, what could be next? except that I went one night—or day—I don’t remember—he went—— The facts were all against him. There was no hope for him from the beginning. If I had died, he would have hanged, that boy—that little handsome shaver who saved my life. But I didn’t die, and he only tried to kill me. [Pg 300]They found him at the safe—we two, only, knew the lock—and the iron bar in his hand. He protested, of course. They always do. His wife came—— Oh! Adrian, I shall never forget her face. She was a beautiful woman, with such curious, wonderful hair, and she had a little baby in her arms, while she pleaded that I would not prosecute47. The baby laughed, but what could I do? The law must take its course. The money was gone and my life almost. There was no hope for him from the beginning, though he never owned his guilt. But I didn’t die, and—Adrian, why have you asked me all this to-night? I am so tired. I often am so tired.”
The lad rose and stood beside his father’s chair, laying his arm affectionately around the trembling shoulders, as any daughter might have done, as none of this stern father’s daughters dared to do.
“I have asked you, father, and pained you because it was right. I had to ask. To-day I have seen this ‘little shaver,’ a convict in [Pg 301]his prison. I have looked into a face that is still noble and undaunted, even after all these years of suffering and shame. I have heard of a life that is as helpful behind prison bars as the most devoted48 minister’s outside them. And I know that he is innocent. He never harmed you or meant to. I am as sure of this as that I stand here, and it is my life’s task to undo49 this wrong that has been done. You would be glad to see him righted, would you not, father? After all this weary time?”
“I—I—don’t—I am ill, Adrian, I—— Take care! The money, the bonds! My head, Adrian, my head!”
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