She was as oblivious3 to her surroundings as Berny, left motionless on the park bench. Never before in her life had anything like this touched her. Such few troubles as she had known had been those of a sheltered domestic life—the life of a cherished child whose dainty self-respect had never been blurred4 by a coarse breath. Now had come this horrible revelation. It shook the pretty world she had lived in like an earthquake. Idols5 lay broken in the dust. She had often seen her father rough and brutal6 as he was to Gene7, but that was a different thing to her father’s buying that wretched woman’s husband, buying him for her. Berny’s face rose upon the darkness with its pitiful assumption of jaunty8 bravado9, its[414] mean shrewishness under the coating of powder and rouge10.
“How could they do it?” the girl panted to herself. “How could they ever do such a thing?”
She did not suspect Dominick. She could not have believed he was party to such an action unless he had told her so with his own lips. As she hurried on the thought that this was the woman he had bound himself to for the rest of his life mingled11 with the other more poignantly-hateful thoughts, with a last sickening sense of wretchedness. The sudden, aghast consciousness of chaos12, of an abrupt13 demolishing14 of the pleasant, familiar settings of a life that never comes to some, came to Rose that evening as she ran home through the fog.
She entered the house noiselessly and sped up to her room. It was time to dress for dinner, and an old woman-servant who had once been her nurse was waiting to help her. The mistress and maid were on terms of affectionate intimacy15 and the progress of the toilet was generally enlivened by gossip and laughter. To-night the girl was singularly silent, responding with monosyllables and sometimes not at all to the remarks of her assistant. As the woman drew the fastenings of the dress together, she could feel that the body the gown clipped so closely quivered, like the casing of machinery16, vibrating to powerful concussions17 within.
[415]The silence that continued to hold her throughout dinner passed unnoticed, as Gene was there and enlivened the passage of the meal by contributing an almost unbroken stream of talk. The night before he had been to a play, the plot of which, and its development in four acts, he now related with a fullness of detail which testified to the closeness of his attention and the accuracy of his memory. As each course was removed from the table, and the young man could once more give his undivided attention to the matter of discourse18, he leaned back in his chair and took up the dropped thread with a fresh zest19 and some such remarks as:
“In the beginning of the next act, the hero comes in with his hat on, and first he says”—and so on.
With each of these renewals20 of the narrative21 the Bonanza22 King subsided23 against his chair-back in a limp attitude, staring with gloomy fixity at his boy, and expelling his breath in a long audible rush of air, which was sometimes a sigh and sometimes approached the proportions of a groan24.
At the end of dinner, when Gene announced his intention of leaving as he was to attend a vaudeville25 performance, the old man began to show signs of reviving animation26, going so far as politely to ask his son where he was going and with whom. His manner was marked by a warm, hearty27 encouragement, as he said,
[416]“Get the whole vaudeville program down by heart, Gene, and you can tell it to us to-morrow night. There’ll be about twelve parts to it, and Rose can order two extra courses for dinner, and we might hire some men with stringed instruments for an accompaniment.”
“All right, father, I’ll give it my best attention, and if there’s anything especially good, I’ll report to you. You and Rose might like to go some night.”
His father, disappointed that his shaft29 had made no impression upon the young man’s invulnerable amiability30, emitted a scornful snort, and made no further response to Gene’s cheery “Good night.”
“There,” he said, in tones expressing his relief, as the portière dropped behind his son’s departing figure, “he’s gone! Now, Rosey, you and I can have a talk.”
“Yes,” said his daughter, looking at her coffee-cup, “that’s what I wanted. I want to have a long talk with you to-night, papa.”
“Fire away,” said the old man. “I’ve had to listen to that fool for an hour, and it’s broken my spirit. You can say anything you like.”
“Not here,” said his daughter; “in the sitting-room31. I’ll go in there and wait for you.”
“Why not here? What’s the matter with here?[417] I like it better than the sitting-room. I’m more comfortable.”
“No, the servants will want to clear the things away, and I don’t want them to hear what I say.”
“Tell the servants to go to hell,” said the old man, who, relieved by Gene’s departure, was becoming more cheerful.
“No, this is something—something serious. I’ll go into the sitting-room and wait for you. When you’ve finished your coffee, come in.”
She rose from her chair and walked to the door. He noticed that she was unusually unsmiling and it occurred to him that she had been so all through dinner.
“What is it, honey,” he said, extending his hand toward her, “short on your allowance?”
“Oh, no, it’s just—just something,” she said, lifting the portière. “Come when you’re ready, I’ll be there.”
She walked up the hall to the sitting-room and there sat down in a low chair before the chimneypiece. The chill of the fog had penetrated32 the house and a fire had been kindled33 in the grate. On its quivering fluctuation34 of flame she fixed35 her eyes. With her hands pressed between her knees she sat immovable, thinking of what she was going to say, and so nervous that the blood sang in her ears and the palms of her hands, clasped tight together, were damp. She had never in her life shrunk so before an allotted36 task. It sickened[418] her and she was determined37 to do it, to thresh it out to the end. When she heard her father’s step in the passage her heart began to beat like a woman’s waiting for her lover. She straightened herself and drew an inspiration from the bottom of her lungs to try to give herself breath wherewith to speak.
The old man flung himself into an arm-chair at one side of the fireplace, jerked a small table to his elbow, reached creakingly for an ash tray, and, having made himself comfortable, took his cigar from his mouth and said,
“Well, let’s hear about this serious matter that’s making you look like a tragedy queen.”
“It is serious,” she said slowly. “It’s something that you won’t like to hear about.”
“Hit me with it,” he said, wondering a little what it could be. “Gene’s gone and a child could eat out of my hand now.”
Looking into the fire, Rose said,
“I was out walking this afternoon and down in the union Street plaza38 a woman stopped me. I’d never seen her before. She was Mrs. Dominick Ryan.”
The old man’s face became a study. A certain whimsical tenderness that was generally in it when he spoke39 to his daughter vanished as if by magic. It was as if a light had gone out. He continued to look at her with something of blankness in his countenance40, as if, for the first[419] moment of shock, every faculty41 was held in suspense42, waiting for the next words. He held his cigar, nipped between a pair of stumpy fingers, out away from him over the arm of the chair.
“Well,” he said quietly, “and what had she to say to you?”
“The most disagreeable things I think any one ever said to me in my life. If they’re true, they’re just too dreadful——” she stopped, balking43 from the final disclosure.
“Suppose you tell me what they were?” he said with the same almost hushed quietness.
“She said that you and Mrs. Ryan were offering her money—a good deal of money, three hundred thousand dollars was the amount, I think—to leave her husband so that he could get a divorce from her, and then—” she swallowed as if to swallow down this last unbearable44 indignity,—“and then be free to marry me.”
So Berny had told all. If deep, unspoken curses could have killed her, she would have died that moment.
“Is it true?” Rose asked.
“Well, yes,” said the old man in a perfectly45 natural tone of dubious46 consideration, “it’s a fairly accurate statement.”
“Oh, papa,” cried his daughter, “how could you have done it? How could you have done such a thing? Such a hateful, horrible thing.”
[420]“Horrible thing?” he repeated with an air of almost naïve astonishment47. “What’s horrible about it?”
“You know. I don’t have to tell you; you know. Don’t say to me that you don’t think it’s horrible. Don’t make me feel as if we were suddenly thousands of miles apart.”
The Bonanza King knew that in many matters, in most matters involving questions of ethics48, they were more thousands of miles apart than she even now suspected. That was one of the reasons why he would have liked to kill Berny, who, for the first time, had brought this dissimilarity in their points of view to his daughter’s unwilling49 consideration. He spoke slowly and vaguely50 to gain time. He knew it was a critical moment in the relations between himself and the one creature in the world he loved.
“I don’t want you to feel that way, dearie,” he said easily. “Maybe there are things in this matter you don’t know about or understand. And, anyway, what’s there so horrible in trying to separate a man and woman who are unhappily married and can’t bear the sight of each other?”
“You were separating them for me,” she said in a low voice.
“Well, now,” he answered with a slight rocking movement of his shoulders and a manner of almost bluff51 deprecation, “I can say that I wasn’t, but suppose I was?”
[421]She paid no attention to the last part of the sentence, and replied,
“The woman said you were.”
He did not answer for a minute, the truth being that he did not know what it was best to say, and wanted to wait and let her make statements that he could either contradict or seek to justify52.
“What made you think I wanted to marry Dominick Ryan?” she said slowly, her eyes on the fire.
This was a question that went to the core of the subject. He knew now that he could not put her off, or slip from the responsibilities of the occasion. Drawing himself to the edge of his chair, he leaned forward and spoke with a sincerity53 and feeling that made his words very impressive.
“One evening when I was at Antelope54, I came into the sitting-room and saw my daughter in the arms of Dominick Ryan. I knew that my girl wasn’t the woman to let a man do that unless she loved him. That was how I came to know.”
“Oh,” said Rose in a faint tone.
“Afterward I heard from Dominick of what his marriage was. I heard from his mother, too. Then I saw his wife and I got a better idea from her what it was than I did from either of the others. That fellow, the man my daughter cared for, was tied up in a marriage that was hell. He[422] was bound to a woman who could only be managed with a club, and Dominick was not the kind that uses a club to a woman. What liking55 he’d had for her was gone. She stuck to him like a barnacle because she wanted to get money, was ready to hang on, feet and hands, till Delia Ryan was dead and then put up a claim for a share of the estate. Do you think a man’s doing such a horrible thing to break up a marriage like that?”
“Yes,” said Rose, “I do. It was a marriage. They’d taken each other for better or for worse. They’d made the most solemn promises to each other. Neither you nor any one else had a right to interfere56.”
She spoke with a hard determination, with something of an inflexible57, unrelenting positiveness, that was very unusual in her, which surprised and, for the moment, silenced her father. It rose from a source of conviction deeper than the surface emotions of likes and dislikes, of loves and hates, of personal satisfactions and disappointments. At the core of her being, with roots extending through all the ramifications58 of her mental and moral nature, was a belief in the inviolability of the marriage tie. It was a conviction founded on neither tradition, nor reason, nor expediency59, a thing of impulse, of sex, an hereditary60 instinct inherited from generations of virtuous61 women, who, in the days of their defenselessness, as in the days of their supremacy,[423] knew that the most sacred possessions of their lives—their husbands, their children, their homes—rested on its stability. All the small, individual preoccupations of her love for Dominick, her pity for his sufferings, were swept aside by this greater feeling that she did not understand or reason about. She obeyed an instinct, elemental as the instinct of motherhood, when she refused to admit his right to break the bond he had contracted.
Her father stared at her for the moment, chilled by a sense of unfamiliarity62 in her sudden assumption of an attitude of challenge and authority. He had often heard her inveigh63 against the divorces so lightly obtained in the world about them. He had thought it one of those pretty ornamental64 prejudices of hers, that so gracefully65 adorned66 her youth and that he liked her to have when they did not interfere with anything of importance. Now, set up like a barrier in the path, he stopped before this one particular prejudice, perplexed67 at its sudden intrusion, unwilling to believe that it was not a frail68, temporary obstruction69 to be put gently aside.
“Now listen, honey,” said he persuasively70, “that’s all very well. I’ve got no right to interfere, and neither, we’ll admit, has anybody. But sometimes you have to push away these little rights and polite customs. They’re very nice for every-day use, but they’re not for big occasions.[424] I suppose the Good Samaritan didn’t really have any right to stop and bind71 up the wounds of the man he found by the wayside. But I guess the feller he bound up was almighty72 glad that the Samaritan didn’t have such a respect for etiquette73 and wait till he’d found somebody to introduce them.”
“Oh, papa, that was different. Don’t confuse me and make me seem a fool. I can’t talk like you. I can’t express it all clearly and shortly. I only know it’s wrong; it’s a sin. I wouldn’t marry Dominick Ryan if he was divorced that way if it killed me to give him up.”
“So if the woman voluntarily took the money and went away and got Dominick to grant her the divorce, Dominick being, as we know, a man of good record and spotless honor, you’d refuse to marry him?”
“I would, certainly I would. It would be perfectly impossible for me to marry him under those circumstances. I should consider I was committing a sin, a particularly horrible and unforgivable sin.”
“See here now, Rosey, just listen to me for a minute. Do you know what Dominick Ryan’s marriage is? I don’t suppose you do. But you do know that he married his mistress, a woman who lived with him eight months before he made her his wife. She wasn’t an innocent young girl by any means. She knew all right where she was going.[425] She established that relation with him with the intention of marrying him. She’s a darned smart woman, and a darned unscrupulous one. That’s not the kind of woman a man feels any particular respect for, or that a girl like you’d give a lot of sympathy to, is it?”
“I don’t see that that would make any difference,” she said. “I’m not thinking of her character, I’m thinking of her rights.”
“And don’t her character and her rights sort of dovetail into each other?”
“No, I don’t see that they do. The law’s above the character or the person. It’s the law, without any question of the man or the woman.”
“Oh Rosey, dear, you’re talking like a book, not like a girl who’s got to live in a world with ordinary people in modern times. This woman, that you’re arguing about as if she was the mother of the Gracchi, hasn’t got any more morality or principle than you could put on the point of a pin.”
“She’s been quite good and proper since her marriage.”
“Well, now, let’s leave her and look at Dominick’s side. He marries her honorably and lives with her for nearly three years. Every semblance74 of affection that he had for her gets rubbed off in those three years, every illusion goes. He’s tied to a woman that he can’t stand. He went up to Antelope that time because they’d had some sort of a scrap75 and he felt he couldn’t breathe[426] in the same house with her. He told me himself that they’d not lived as man and wife for nearly a year. Now, I don’t know what you’re going to say, but I think to keep on living in that state is all wrong. I’ll borrow your expression, I think it’s a sin.”
“It’s awful, but she’s his wife. Oh, if you’d seen her face when she talked to me, her thin, mean, common face, all painted and powdered and so miserable77!”
He thought she was wavering, that he saw in this unreasonable78, illogical dodging79 of the point at issue a sign of defeat, and he pushed his advantage.
“And you—a girl of heart and feeling like you—would condemn80 that man and woman to go on living that lie, that useless, purposeless lie? I can’t understand it. What good comes of it? What’s the necessity for it? Do you realize what a man Dominick might be if he was married to the right woman, and had a decent home where he could live like a Christian81? Why, he’d be a different creature. He’d have a future. He’d make his place in the community. All the world would be before him, and he’d mount up to where he belongs. And what is he now? Nothing. All the best in him’s paralyzed by this hell of a box he’s got himself into. The man’s just withering82 up with despair.”
[427]It was almost too much. For a moment she did not answer, then said in a small voice like a child’s,
“You’re making this very hard for me, papa.”
“My God, Rosey!” he cried, exasperated83, “you’re making it hard for yourself. It’s you with your cast-iron prejudices, and your obstinacy84, who are making it hard.”
“Well, I’ve got them,” she said, rising to her feet. “I’ve got them, and they’ll stay with me till I die. Nothing’s going to change me in this. I can’t argue and reason about them. They’re part of me.”
She approached the mantelpiece, and, leaning a hand on it, looked down at the fire. The light gilded85 the front of her dress and played on her face, down-drooped and full of stern decision.
“It’s quite true,” she said slowly, “that I love Dominick. I love him with the best I’ve got. It’s true that I would like to be his wife. It would be a wonderful happiness. But I can’t have it, and so there’s no good thinking about it, or trying to bring it about. It can’t be, and we—you too, papa—must give it up.”
He pressed himself back in his chair, looking at her with lowering, somber86 disapprobation—a look he had seldom had cause to level at his daughter.
“So you’re going to condemn this poor devil, who loves you and whom you say you love, to a[428] future that’s going to kill any hope in him? You’re going to say to him, ‘You can be free, and make something of your life, and have the woman you want for your wife, but I forbid all that, and I’m going to send you back to prison.’ I can’t seem to believe that it’s my Rosey who’s saying that, and who’s so hard and inhuman87.”
Rose turned from the fire. He noted88 an expression almost of austerity on her face that was as new to him as the revelation of obstinacy and indifference89 to his will she had shown to-night.
“Papa, you don’t understand what I feel. It’s not what you want, or what I want, or what Dominick wants. It’s not what’s going to please us and make us comfortable and happy. It’s something that’s much more important than that. I can’t make Dominick happy and let him make his life a success at the expense of that woman. I can’t take him out of prison, as you call it, because he’s got a responsibility in the prison, that he voluntarily took on himself, and that he’s got to stand by. A man can’t stay by his marriage only as long as it’s pleasant. He can’t throw down the woman he’s made his wife just because he finds he doesn’t like her. If she’s been disagreeable that’s a misfortune, but it doesn’t liberate90 him from the promises he’s made.”
“Then you think when a man like Dominick Ryan, hardly more than a boy, makes a mistake that ruins his life, he’s got to stay by it?”
[429]“Yes, he must. He’s given a solemn promise. He must keep it. Mistake or sin doesn’t matter.”
The old man was silent. He had presented his case as strongly and persuasively as he knew how, and he had lost it. There was no longer any use in arguing with that unshakable feminine obstinacy, rooted, not in reason but in something rock-like, off which the arguments of reason harmlessly glanced. He had a dim, realizing sense that at the bottom of the woman’s illogical, whim-driven nature, there was that indestructible foundation of blind, governing instincts, and that in them lay her power.
“I guess that lets me out,” he said, turning to knock off the long ash on his cigar. “I guess there’s no use, Rosey, for you and me to try to come to an agreement on this matter.”
“No, there isn’t. And don’t let’s talk about it any more.” She turned from the fire and came toward him. “But you must promise me one thing—that that woman is to be let alone, that no one—you or any one you have any control over—makes any more offers of money to her.”
She came to a stand beside his chair. He wanted to hold out his hand to her as was his custom when she stood near him, but he was afraid that she might not take it.
“Yes, I can promise that,” he said. “I’ll not offer her any more money. I don’t want to see her again, God knows.”
[430]It was an easier promise to make than Rose guessed. The old man, under an air of mild concurrence91 in her demands, experienced a sensation of cynical92 amusement at the thought that the first move for a reopening of negotiations93 must come from Berny.
“Oh, yes, I’ll promise that,” he said amicably94. “You needn’t be afraid that I’m going to go on offering her a fortune. The thing’s been done, the woman’s refused it, and there it stands. I’ve no desire to open it again.”
She leaned down to take his hand. He relinquished95 it to her with an immense lightening of his heart, and peace fell on him as he felt her rub her cheek against his knuckles96.
“So you’re not mad at the old man, after all?” he said almost shyly.
“No,” she murmured, “not at him. I was angry at what he was doing.”
It was a subtly feminine way of getting round the delicate points of the situation—that inconsistently feminine way which separates judgment97 of the individual from judgment of his acts. But it relieved the Bonanza King of the heaviest weight that had lain upon him for many years, and, for once, he gave thanks for the irrationalness of women.
“Well, good-night, honey,” he said, “no matter what crazy notions you’ve got you’re the old man’s girl all right.”
She kissed him.
[431]“And you won’t forget your promise?” she murmured.
“Of course not,” he said stoutly98, not sure just what she was alluding99 to. “Any promise I make to you stands put till the Day of Judgment. Good night.”
When she left him, he lit another cigar, sank lower in his chair and stared at the fire.
It was a deadlock100. In his helplessness, the enraged101 helplessness of the man who had ridden triumphantly102 over all obstacles that fate had set in his path, his prevailing103 thought was how much he would like to kill Berny. She had done all this. This viper104 of a woman, the kind to tread on if she raised her head, had baffled and beaten them all. He could not murder her, but he thought with grim lips of how he could crush and grind her down and let her feel how heavy Bill Cannon’s hand could be.
It seemed for the moment as if everything were over. They had reached a place where a blank wall stretched across the road. Berny’s refusing the money had been a serious obstacle, but not an unconquerable one. Rose to-night had given the whole plot its death blow. With lowering brows he puffed105 at his cigar, groping in his mind for some way that might yet be tried. He could not brook106 the thought of defeat. And yet the more he meditated107 the more impregnable and unscalable appeared the wall that stretched across the way.
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