Their period of highest recognized activity is from May till September, but before that, vagrant5 breezes, skirmishers sent out in advance, assault the city. They follow on still, sunny mornings, which show not the slightest warning symptom of the riotous6 forces which are designing to seize upon and disrupt the tranquillity7 of the afternoon. Eleven sees them up and stirring; by midday they have begun the attack. The city, in a state of complete unpreparedness, is at their mercy and they sweep through it in arrogant8 triumph, veiled in a flying scud9 of dust. Unsuspecting wayfarers10 meet them at corners, and stand, helpless victims[285] of a playfulness, fierce and disconcerting as that of tigers. Hats, cleverly running on one rim12, career along the sidewalk. Ladies have difficulties with parasols, heretofore docile13 and well-behaved. Articles of dress, accustomed to hang decorously, show sudden ambitions to rise and ride the elements. And those very people who in winter speak gratefully of the winds as “the scavengers of San Francisco” may be heard calling curses down on them.
Such a wind, the first of the season, was abroad on a bright morning in early April, and Cornelia Ryan was out in it. It was a great morning for Cornelia. Even the wind could not ruffle14 her joyousness15. She was engaged. Two evenings before, Jack16 Duffy, who had been hovering17 round the subject for a month, poised18 above it, as a hawk19 above delightful20 prey21, had at last descended22 and Cornelia’s anxieties were at an end. She had been so relieved, elated, and flustered23 that she had not been able to pretend the proper surprise, but had accepted blushing, stammering24 and radiant. She had been blushing, stammering and radiant when she told her mother that night, and to-day, forty-eight hours later, she was still blushing, stammering, and radiant.
It was not alone that she was honestly in love with Jack, but Cornelia, like most maidens25 in California and elsewhere, was in love with being admired, deferred26 to, and desired. And despite[286] her great expectations and her prominent position, she had had rather less of this kind of delightful flattery than most girls. Walking down town in the clear, sun-lit morning, she was, if not handsome, of a fresh and blooming wholesomeness27, which is almost as attractive and generally wears better. The passers-by might readily have set her down as a charming woman, for whom men sighed, and in this surmise28 been far from the mark. She had had few lovers before Jack Duffy. That matter-of-fact sturdiness, that absence of softness and mystery so noticeable in Californian women, was particularly accentuated29 in her case, and had robbed her of the poetic30 charm of which beauty and wealth can never take the place.
But to-day she was radiant, a sublimated31, exultant32 Cornelia, loved at last and by a man of whom she could completely and unreservedly approve. There were times when Cornelia—she was thirty—had feared that she might have to go abroad and acquire a foreign husband, or, worse still, move to New York and make her selection from such relics33 of decayed Knickerbocker families as were in the market. She was woman enough to refuse to die unwed. Now these dark possibilities were dispelled34. In her own state, in her own town, she had found her mate, Jack Duffy, whose father had known her father and been shift boss under Bill Cannon35 in the roaring days of Virginia City. It was like[287] royalty36 marrying into its own order, the royalty of Far Western millions, knowing its own ramifications37 having its own unprinted Almanach de Gotha—deep calling unto deep!
The wind was not yet out in force; its full, steady sweep would not be inaugurated till early in the afternoon. It came now in gusts38 which fell upon Cornelia from the back and accelerated her forward progress, throwing out on either side of her a flapping sail of skirt. Cornelia, who was neat and precise, usually resented this rough handling, but to-day she only laughed, leaning back, with one hand holding her hat. In the shops where she stopped to execute various commissions she had difficulty in suppressing her smiles. She would have liked to delay over her purchases and chat with the saleswomen, and ask them about their families, and send those who looked tired off for a month into the country.
It was after midday when she found herself approaching that particular block, along the edge of which the flower-venders place their baskets and display their wares39. In brilliantly-colored mounds40 the flowers stood stacked along the outer rim of the sidewalk, a line of them, a man behind each basket vociferating the excellence41 of the bouquet42 he held forward to the passer’s inspection43. In the blaze of sun that overlaid them, the piled-up blossoms showed high-colored and variegated44 as a strip of carpeting.
[288]Cornelia never bought flowers at the street corners. The town house was daily supplied from the greenhouses at the country place at Menlo. When sick friends, anniversaries, or entertainment called for special offerings they were ordered from expensive florists45 and came in made-up bunches, decorated with sashes of ribbon. But to-day she hesitated before the line of laden46 baskets. Some of the faces behind them looked so dreary47, and Cornelia could not brook48 the sight of a dreary face on this day of joy. The dark, wistful eyes of an Italian boy holding out a bunch of faded jack roses, stiffly set in a fringe of fern, made a sudden appeal to her and she bought the roses. Then the old man who was selling carnations49 looked so lean and grizzled that he must be cheered, and two bunches of the carnations were added to the roses. The boys and men, seeing that the brilliant lady was in a generous mood, collected about her, shouting out the excellences50 of their particular blossoms, and pressing sample bunches on her attention.
Cornelia, amused and somewhat bewildered, looked at the faces and bought recklessly. She was stretching out her hand to beckon51 to the small boy with the wilted52 pansies, who was not big enough to press through the throng53, when a man’s voice behind her caught her ear.
“Well, Cornelia, are you trying to corner the curb-stone market?”
[289]She wheeled swiftly and saw her brother, laughing and looking at the stacked flowers in the crook54 of her arm.
“Dominick!” she exclaimed, “you’re just the person I want to see. I was going to write to you. I’ve got lots to tell you.”
“Come along then and take lunch with me. I was on my way up to Bertrand’s when I saw you. They’ll give us a good lunch there and you can tell me all your secrets.”
The flower sellers, who had been listening with unabashed eagerness, realized that their prey was about to be ravished from them, and raised their voices in a chorus of wailing55 appeal. As Cornelia moved forward they moved round her, thrusting bouquets56 under her eyes in a last hope, the boy with the wilted pansies, on the brink57 of tears, hanging on the outskirts58 of the crowd. Cornelia might have forgotten him, but her eye, sweeping59 back for an absent moment, saw his face, bereft60 of all hope—a face of childish despair above his drooping61 pansies.
“Here, boy with the pansies,” she called, and sent a silver dollar through the air toward him, “that’s for you. Keep it and the flowers, too. I’ve too many now and can’t carry any more. Maybe he’ll sell them to some one else,” she said to Dominick, as they crossed the street. “He’s such a little boy to be earning his bread!”
They walked up the street toward Bertrand’s,[290] a French restaurant which for years had enjoyed the esteem62 of the city’s gourmets63. The wind was now very high. It tore at Cornelia’s clothes and made it necessary for Dominick to hold his hat on, his hand spread flat on the crown. A trail of blossoms, torn from the flowers each carried, sprinkled the pavement behind them. Cornelia, with her head down and her face toward her brother, shouted remarks at him, every now and then pausing in a stifle64 of laughter to struggle with her draperies, which at one moment rose rebellious65, and at the next were wound about her in an umbrella-like sheath.
They had often met this way in the past, when the elder Mrs. Ryan’s wrath66 had been in its first, untameable freshness, and her son had seen her seldom. In those days of estrangement67, Cornelia had been the tie between Dominick and his home. She loved her brother and was sorry for him, and had felt the bitterness of the separation, not alone as a family misfortune, but as a scandal over which mean people talked. Had it rested with her, she would long ago have overlooked the past and have opened the door to her sister-in-law. Not that she felt any regard or interest in Berny Iverson; her feeling for her was now, and always would be, largely composed of that undying unfriendliness and repugnance69 that the naturally virtuous70 woman feels for her sister with the tache. But Cornelia was of a younger and[291] milder generation than her mother. She had not fought hard for what she had and, like Dominick, there was more of the sunny-tempered, soft-hearted Con11 Ryan in her than of the strong and valiant71 woman who had made him and given him his place in the world.
In the restaurant they found a vacant table in a corner, and Cornelia had to bottle up her good news while Dominick pondered over the bill of fare. She was impatient and drummed on the table with her fingers, while her eyes roamed about the room. Once or twice, she bowed to people that she knew, then let her glance pass in an uninterested survey over the bare walls and the long line of windows that gave on the street. The place had an austerely72 severe, unadorned air. Its bleakness73 of naked wall and uncovered stone floor added to the foreignness that was contributed by the strong French accent of the waiters, and the arrangement of a cashier’s desk near the door, where a pleasant-faced woman sat between a large bouquet of roses and a drowsy74 gray cat.
The orders given and the first stages of lunch appearing, Cornelia could at last claim her brother’s full attention. Planting her elbows on the table and staring at him, she said,
[292]Dominick nodded. He was buttering a piece of bread and showed no particular acceleration76 of curiosity at this query77.
“Well, now, what do you suppose I was going to write about?” asked his sister, already beginning to show a heightened color.
“Can’t imagine. Nothing wrong with mother, I hope?”
Since his marriage Cornelia had been in the habit of communicating frequently with her brother by letter. It was the best way of keeping him informed of family affairs. The telephone at the senior Ryan house was sufficiently78 secluded79 to make it a useful medium of private communication, but the telephone at the junior Ryan house did not share this peculiarity80, and Dominick discouraged his sister’s using it.
“No, mother’s all right,” said Cornelia. “And it’s nothing wrong about anybody. Quite the other way; it’s something about me, and it’s something cheerful. Guess!”
Her brother looked up and his eye was caught by her rosily-blushing cheeks.
“Dear me, Cornie,” he said with a look of slowly-dawning comprehension, “it really isn’t—it really can’t be——?”
The waiter here interrupted further confidence by setting forth81 the lunch with many attentive82 bowings and murmurings. By the time he had presented one dish for Cornelia’s approval,[293] removed it with a flourish and presented another, her impatience83 broke out in an imploring84,
“Yes, Etienne, it’s all perfectly85 lovely. Do put it on the table and let’s eat it. That’s what it’s for, not to hand round and be stared at, as if it were a diamond necklace that I was thinking of buying.”
Etienne, thus appealed to, put the viands86 on the table, and Dominick, deeply interested, leaned forward and said,
“What is it? Go ahead. I’m burning up with curiosity.”
“Guess,” said his sister, bending over her plate.
“Is it that you’re going to be married? Oh, Cornie, it can’t be.”
“And why can’t it be?” looking very much hurt. “What’s there so queer about that?”
“Yes, it is, Dominick Ryan, and I don’t see why you should be so surprised.”
“Surprised! I’m more than surprised. I’m delighted—haven’t been so pleased for years. Who is it?”
“Jack Duffy.”
“Oh, Cornie, that’s the best yet! That’s great! It’s splendid. I wish I could kiss you, but I can’t here in the open restaurant. Why didn’t you tell me somewhere where we would be alone? I’d just like to give you a good hug.”
[294]Cornelia, who had been a little hurt at her brother’s incredulity, was now entirely88 mollified and once again became bashfully complacent89.
“I thought you’d like it,” she said. “I thought you’d think that was just about right. Any girl would be proud of him.”
“He’s one of the best fellows in the state—one of the best anywhere. He’ll make you a first-rate husband. You’re a lucky girl.”
“I know I am. You needn’t tell me. There are not many men anywhere like Jack Duffy. I’ve always said I wouldn’t marry the tag, rag and bobtail other girls are satisfied with. My husband was going to be a gentleman, and if Jack’s anything, he’s that.”
“You’re right there. He’s one of Nature’s gentlemen—the real kind.”
Cornelia thought this savored90 of condescension91, and said, rallying to the defense92 of her future lord,
“Well, that’s all right, but he’s educated too. He’s not one of those men who have good hearts and noble yearnings but look like anarchists93 or sewing-machine agents. Jack graduated high at Harvard. He went there when he was only eighteen. There’s no one’s had a better education or done better by it. His father may have been Irish and worked as shift boss on the Rey del Monte, but Jack’s quite different. He’s just as much of a gentleman as anybody in this country.”
Cornelia’s attitude on matters of genealogy94 was[295] modern and Californian. Ireland was far behind her and Jack, as were also those great days in Nevada of which her mother and Bill Cannon spoke95, as the returned Ulysses might have spoken of the ten years before Troy. She and Jack would eventually regard them as a period of unsophistication and social ferment96 which it were wisest to touch on lightly, and of which they would teach their children nothing.
“And then,” Cornelia went on, determined97 not to slight any detail of her fiance’s worthiness98, “there’s never been anything fast or wild about Jack. He’s always been straight. There’s been no scandalous stories about him, as there have about Terence.”
“Never. Terence committed all the scandals for the family.”
“Well, Terence is in New York, thank Heaven!” said Cornelia with pious99 fervor100, “and we won’t have to have anything to do with him or his wife either. Even if we go to Europe, we need only stay there a few days.”
The irregular career of Terence had been a thorn in the side of the respectable Duffys, he, some years earlier, having married his mistress, a chorus girl in a local theater, and attempted to force her upon the exclusive circles in which his people moved. It was not the least galling101 feature of Terence’s unconventional course that, having doubled his fortune by successful speculations,[296] he had removed to New York where, after several spirited assaults and vigorous rebuffs, his wife had reached social heights toward which other Californians of spotless record and irreproachable102 character had clambered in vain.
“Well,” said Dominick, “mother ought to be satisfied with this marriage. It’s a good thing one of her children is going to settle down the way she likes.”
“Oh, she’s delighted. She’s not been in such good spirits for a long time, and she’s as interested as I am in arranging everything. We want to have a large house wedding; the two families and all their connections, and all our intimate friends, and all the people who’ve entertained us,—and—and—the whole crowd. Of course, it’ll be a lot of people. Mommer said she didn’t see how we could cut it down to less than five or six hundred. But I don’t see why we need to, the house is big enough.”
“Plenty,” said Dominick. He set down his knife and fork and looked at his sister. “Our family don’t take up much room. There’s just three of us.”
“Then you’re coming?” she said quickly, her anxiety flashing out into an almost pained intensity103 of eagerness. “You’ll come? You must, Dominick. You’ve got to give me away.”
He looked away from her in moody104 discomfort105. The eternal discussions created by his marriage[297] were becoming more and more hateful to him. Why should his unloved and unloving wife perpetually stand between him and his own people—his mother and sister—women to whom he owed allegiance, even as he did to her? The call of his home and the binding106 ties of kin1 were growing stronger as the obligation of his marriage had weakened and lost its hold.
Cornelia leaned across the table and spoke with low-toned, almost tremulous earnestness:
“You know that if it were I, I’d ask your wife. You know that all the hard feelings I may once have had against her have gone. If it were for me to say, I’d have received her from the start. What I’ve always said is, ‘What’s the good of keeping up these fights? No one gets anything by them. They don’t do any one any good.’ But you know mommer. The first thing she said when we talked about the house wedding, and I said you’d give me away, was, ‘If he’ll come without his wife.’ Those were her very words, and you know when she says a thing she means it. And, Dominick, you will come? You’re the only brother I’ve got. You’re the only man representative of the family. You can’t turn me down on my wedding day.”
There were tears in her eyes and Dominick saw them and looked down at his plate.
“All right,” he said quietly. “I’ll come. When is it to be?”
[298]“Oh, Dominick,” his sister breathed in an ecstasy107 of relief and gratitude108. “I knew you would. And I’ll do anything for you I can. If mommer wouldn’t get so dreadfully angry, I’d call on your wife, but you know I can’t offend her. She’s my mother, and I can’t stand up against her. But some day I’ll pay you back—I will indeed.”
“Oh, that’s all right, Cornie,” he said, turning to summon the waiter. “I can’t let my sister get married without me. Tell mother I’ll come. You haven’t yet told me when it’s to be.”
“June,” said the prospective109 bride, once more beginning to blush and beam, “early in June. The roses are so fine then, and we can have the house so beautifully decorated. We’ve already begun to plan the trousseau. It’s going to be just stunning110, I tell you; the dresses from New York and all the lingerie and things like that from Paris. Mommer says she’ll give me fifteen thousand dollars for it. And she’s going to give me, besides, a string of pearls that hangs down to here”—Cornelia indicated a point on her person with a proud finger—“or else a house and lot anywhere in town that I like. Which would you take?”
Dominick was saved from the responsibility of stating a preference on this important point by Etienne, the waiter, presenting his hat to him with the low bow of the well-tipped garçon.[299] With a scraping of chair legs, they rose and, threading their way among the now crowded tables, passed out into the wind-swept streets. Here they separated, Cornelia, with her armful of wilting111 flowers, going home, and Dominick back to the bank.
He was entering the building when he met Bill Cannon, also returning to his office from a restaurant lunch at a small Montgomery Street chop-house, where, every day at one, he drank a glass of milk and ate a sandwich. The Bonanza112 King stopped and spoke to the young man, his greeting marked by a simple friendliness68. Their conversation lasted a few minutes, and then Dominick entered the bank.
Two hours later, while he was still bending over his books, in the hushed seclusion113 of the closed building, Bill Cannon was talking to Berny in the parlor114 of the Sacramento Street flat. This interview was neither so long, and (on Berny’s part) did not show the self-restraint which had marked the first one. The offer of one hundred thousand dollars which the old man made her was refused with more scorn and less courtesy than had been displayed in her manner on the former occasion.
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