i v EVASION EUGENIA BROOKS FROTH INGHAM O / OF CALIF. LIBRARY, LOS AflGELE upnia brooks THE EVASION. i 2 rao, $1.50. THE TURN OF THE ROAD, izmo, $1.50. HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO. BOSTON AND NEW YORK THE EVASION The Evasion BY Eugenia Brooks Frothingham Author of " The Turn of the Road " BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY te$S, <ambrib0e 1906 COPYRIGHT 1906 BY EUGENIA BROOKS FROTHINGHAM ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Published March zqob THIRD IMPRESSION CONTENTS PROLOGUE 3 PART I I. THE FATES IN CONFERENCE 13 II. A WOMAN OF THE WORLD 23 III. GLADYS BEGINS HER EDUCATION . . . .30 IV. THE DEBUTANTE 39 V. THE SOCIALIST 48 VI. ATHEIST AND MYSTIC 57 VII. THE LOVER 65 VIII. DICK AND ARTHUR 70 IX. TRUANCY 79 X. A GAME OF POKER 83 XI. FEET OF CLAY 89 XII. ARTHUR DISQUALIFIED 96 XIII. MOONLIGHT 104 XIV. QUIXOTISM 108 PART II I. A RETURN 121 II. OVER THE TEA-CUPS 129 III. SISTERS 137 IV. THE GAME 145 2129522 vi CONTENTS V. ARTHUR S WOOING 154 VI. A MEETING AT MIDNIGHT .... 164 VII. ANOTHER MEETING 171 VIII. AFTERMATH 182 IX. FLIGHT 191 X. SPRING 197 XI. A WOMAN S DECISION 204 XII. A MAN S RESOLVE 211 XIII. UNCHARTED WATERS 224 XIV. LAYING THE CORNER-STONE .... 235 XV. HUSBAND AND WIFE 248 XVI. ALPHONSE DE CHAVANNES .... 263 XVII. THE PROFESSOR is TROUBLED .... 276 XVIII. AN AUGUST NIGHT 285 XIX. AN AWAKENING 299 XX. REALIZATION 313 XXI. THE PLACE OF MEMORIES 323 XXII. THE ORDEAL OF GLADYS .... 335 XXIII. ARTHUR S RETURN 351 XXIV. DIANA 358 XXV. THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW . . . .366 XXVI. BURNT PAPER 378 XXVII. ON THE CLIFF 390 XXVIII. ON THE SANDS 395 XXIX. RENUNCIATION . 407 PROLOGUE PROLOGUE T HE summer world was full of beauty, beauty that mounted daily as the sap in the trees, as the tides under midsummer moons. Wealth was flung upon wealth, beauty upon beauty, glory upon glory, and Marian Copeland, to whom these things were as the life of her soul, lay dying. The accident had been so swift and terrible that neighbors forgot the disapproval with which they had always regarded her irresponsibility, her pagan love of nature and beauty, and her lack of principle as evinced in the bringing up of her boy, with whom since her husband s death she had been more like a child than a mother. They spoke of her now with awestruck voices, wondering how she could die on a day of so much beauty, how she could die at all, she for whom death seemed so much too still and solemn. Yet Marian Copeland was to die, and on this day, full as it was of the beauty that she loved. " She will not last till evening," said the great spe cialist who had been summoned from Boston. " Then I suppose that some one must tell the boy," suggested the specialist s assistant. But the famous man was indifferent upon the subject. He was, in fact, unaware of the existence of a boy, and 3 PROLOGUE felt that on general principles the less heard of boys the better. The assistant might do as he liked, he said, provided the child could be kept from making a dis turbance ; and then he got into his buggy and drove away. The young physician left in charge of the situation stood for a moment in the sunshine. He had an acute recollection of the little figure he had found the night before, lying asleep outside the door of the sick woman s chamber, and of the dark eyes that had questioned him as the boy started into consciousness. He was not an attractive boy, being neither pretty nor particularly clean. In the suddenness and terror of accident no one had thought to wash or undress him, so that his face was still stained by the blueberries picked and eaten the afternoon before by him and the young mother, little more than a child herself, who now lay dying in the glory of the summer day. " Can I go in to her now?" he had asked; and at intervals during the morning he had repeated the ques tion with the maddening persistency of children. When denied he had gone quietly away, for they told him any noise would disturb her. But as the day wore on his questions were put with increasing frequency, and after each denial there was a longer pause before he turned away, and during which he fixed upon the one in author ity a look of inquiry and deepening suspicion. The young doctor was a coward, as all men are when confronted with emotional responsibility, and while he deliberated as to the course he had best pursue, the 4 PKOLOGUE child stood again before him. His feet were bare, and he carried his boots in his hand. By daylight the blue berry stains about his lips were especially prominent, and the knees of his trousers bore signs of yesterday s frolic. "Can I go in to her now?" he asked. "I will be very quiet. I have taken off my boots on purpose." " I think you had better not go in yet," said the doc tor, anxious to gain time, and hoping that the little questioner would go away as he had gone before. But this time he did not go away. His bare feet were planted firmly in the dust, his eyes were more than usually suspicious, and the pause more than usually long. " Why not? " he asked finally. " Why not, can t I go in to her ? " " Because you would disturb her." There was another pause, and another scrutiny. " I have never disturbed her, never once since I was born," he persisted. " And how do you know that? " asked the doctor, in a light and cheerful tone. " Because she told me so," answered the boy gravely. There is a power in the unconsciousness and direct ness of children which the man may envy ; and it was this power, as much as a distressing duty, which made the young doctor exceedingly uncomfortable. He was conscious of distinct relief when the boy turned away, and, stepping softly, disappeared into the house. So little noise did the bare feet make that the nurse 5 PROLOGUE was not aware of him till he stood by the bed ; and the sick woman s consciousness, struggling through fever and opium, woke, as with a cry his mother caught him in her arms. " Dickie ! Dickie ! " The voice was thick and broken. " Dickie, I am going to die I am too young to die too young ! " And then there were burning kisses, long, laboring sobs, her cheek hot and tear-stained against his, her finger-tips wandering over his brow, his eyelids, his lips, choking words of tenderness, and always the blind kisses, clinging, long-drawn, delirious. In the confusion that followed her inevitable collapse, Dickie was hurried from the room. There are many who pass from youth to middle age before receiving the revelation that life can be a great and a terrible thing ; there are more who never receive it ; but to Dickie the knowledge was given while he was yet a child, and stood in his mother s garden knowing that she was going to die. To die she was going to die ! She was going to leave him alone ; and Dickie flung himself on the ground in agony. Suffering does not measure time, so it might have been a moment or a year before he heard the voice of his nurse, and his head was drawn into her arms. " My darlin ! my darlin ! " She was rocking to and fro in her grief. " She won t be for to die ! she won t be for to lave ye. Pray, dearie, pray ! They say the Lord listens to the prayers of little children. Pray to the Blessed Virgin, the Blessed Mother, who knows the 6 PROLOGUE pain of children ah! what am I after sayin ? She would never learn ye to pray to our Mother in heaven, and if I learned ye now she might be too angered to stay wid us. Pray wid the Lord s Prayer she taught ye wid her own lips ; but pray low, dearie, pray in a whis per, for she s sleepin now, and it s the sleep that will do her good, and the blessed Lord and all the saints will hear if ye so much as whisper." " The Lord listens to the prayers of little children." The words sank deep into Dickie s soul. "Tell me about God, mamma," he had asked her once. And she had said that no one knew much about Him, except that He was good. " God is good, and listens to the prayers of little children." Then surely surely she would not die. Under an apple-tree, far away from his mother s chamber, so that he should not disturb her, Dickie prayed. " Oh, God, save her, save her ! " he whispered, kneeling in a huddled little heap, his head almost on the ground. Above and about him was the quiet sum mer stillness, a golden stillness, broken only by the hum of insects and occasional splashes of music from a song-sparrow. " There are so many mothers in heaven," prayed Dickie. " You cannot need her up there, there are so many mothers in heaven and I have only her. Let her stay, and I will be good oh, I will be good ! " Now and again the whispers were interrupted by sobs, the need of silence was forgotten in the passion 7 PROLOGUE of appeal, and then he would cower down in terror, pressing his hands to his mouth. He sobbed with harsh, gasping sobs too heavy for his small frame, so that finally a merciful exhaustion came to him, and with exhaustion quiet came also, and the dawn of faith. He raised his eyes to the branches above, that were full of shadow and sunlight. " God is good," repeated the child. " He cannot let her die when I have begged so hard." Over the meadows floated the evening song of the wood-thrush, serene, lofty, remote from the passions of men. Dickie felt suddenly that all was well, not as God might will, but as he wished, and he lay on his back with his face to the sky and his arms outstretched, while the song of the thrush came to him again and again through the evening calm. " The Lord listens to the prayers of little children," whispered Dickie, after which there was a smile on his lips, and he slept. When he woke the world had grown dark. He was shivering, and found on standing up that he must steady himself against the tree, for it was many hours since he had eaten. But he was not unhappy, for he knew that his prayer had been answered. The house was still and dark, but a faint light shone from his mother s room into the garden. He crept up the staircase, groping his way, and obliged to sit down now and then because of a dizzy feeling in his head. At these times the stillness of the 8 PROLOGUE thick dark was like a presence, and at any other time he might have been afraid. At the head of the staircase a faint shaft of light came from the half-open door of his mother s room. Very softly the bare feet took him to the door, and he pushed it wide open. Half an hour later they found him lying senseless across the threshold. After the funeral the presiding clergyman felt it necessary to take Dickie aside. " Why did you not kneel with me when the others knelt?" he asked. " Were n t you praying ? " asked the boy. " Of course we were praying." " I thought so," said Dickie. " That is why I did not kneel." He looked at the clergyman with steady, un- childlike eyes. " I will never ask God for anything again," he added. PART I THE EVASION CHAPTER I THE FATES IN CONFERENCE HE fact that he was a notoriously bad boy is rather in his favor than otherwise," said Mrs. Stanwood. " I shall certainly ask him." And Richard Copeland s name and address went down in her notebook. " His guardian is one of my oldest friends," she continued, " and I can hardly refuse to receive his ward at my house because he refused to say his prayers at a funeral when he was ten years old. Why was he expelled from St. Matthew s school?" " Because he would not go to chapel. He said the service was wicked, and the Nicene Creed worse than anything in paganism. I don t blame him much for that myself." And Miss Miranda Lawrence, who was a stanch Unitarian, stabbed her emery bag with an energy suggestive of her readiness for combat. But her sister, Mrs. Stanwood, made no response to this warlike temper, though she was an Episcopalian who would have scorned to occupy any but the most expensive pew in the most expensive church of Boston. " And how about the English schools ? " she asked. 13 THE EVASION " The same difficulty from a religious point of view, added to his unwillingness to stand the fagging. He created quite a scandal in England." " A scandal, you say better and better ! " cried Mrs. Stanwood gayly. " Why, the boy is sure to make a mark ! He will be a radical of some kind, perhaps even an anarchist, and he may found a new Boston religion. In the meantime I wish him to be seen at my parties." " But why ask him just when you are bringing out Gladys ? " " I have n t said that I would bring out Gladys. Wait till I have seen her. You don t tell me she is pretty." " I have said that she is small, and has red hair." " If you are small enough it is a distinction, and red hair is rather an advantage than otherwise if you know how to dress for it." " Humph ! " said Miss Miranda. " I have n t encour aged her to think much about dress so far." " We will change all that," said her sister serenely. " Which any one would feel sure of to look at you," retorted Miss Miranda. " I hope so, indeed," answered Mrs. Stanwood, with great sincerity, and the subject was dropped. There was no ill-feeling between them, but they were more or less unknown quantities to each other. Mrs. Stanwood was a woman of what is known as the grand monde. She had married a fortune and a good- natured man, and made the most of both. For fifteen years the best that Europe could offer of talent and 14 THE FATES IN CONFEKENCE aristocracy had met in her drawing-rooms. She was a so cial influence in London, a power in the Faubourg St. Germain, and in Rome Papist and Royalist had met in her palace. It was for these things that Mrs. Stan wood lived, and she had never been heard to say that life was not worth the living ; for there is a social talent as marked and inevitable as that for any of the arts, and Mrs. Stanwood possessed this talent. It seemed there fore much to her credit when she submitted so grace fully to her husband s suddenly announced intention of returning to his own country. " Yes," she said, in answer to inquiries, " I am taking poor Willie back to Boston. What am I going to do there ? Dieu salt, ma chere ! But he has stayed over here for so long to please me that it is his turn now, for he never liked Europe." Mrs. Stanwood usually spoke of her husband as " poor Willie," with an accent suggestive of kindly tolerance, not unmixed with pity for his shortcomings, and on this occasion the impression conveyed was one of voluntary and charming willingness to subscribe to his unspoken wish. In reality, she knew by a certain expression of her husband s chin that his mind was made up, and that no power of hers could unmake it ; so she accepted his decision with the gay philosophy which was her great charm, and prepared to make the best of it. It was true that Mr. Stanwood had never liked living in Europe. He found it difficult to remember foreign names, he was unable to cope with repartee, nor could 15 THE EVASION he discuss art, love, temperament, or the subleties of European diplomacy. It followed, therefore, that he was at a disadvantage in his wife s drawing-room, and no man may stand this long and keep his self-respect. But it must not be thought that during these fifteen long years Mr. Stanwood had been entirely without consolation. He was known as one of the most eminent beetle collectors in Europe, and in beetles he found his comfort and his pride, for no one could safely contra dict him on the subject of coleopteran specimens, or turn the argument into regions whither he could not follow. He had hoped for quiet in the city of his fathers, but soon discovered his mistake. Though he might, and often did, find peace at his club, he need but enter his own door to be plunged into as gay if not so varied a social atmosphere as he had ever encountered in Europe. Superbly padded army officers were lacking, and highly decorative Catholic prelates, and diplomats of strange countries, who had dark skins and wore gorgeous, un- Christian clothes ; but there was just as much move ment, and quite as many dinners and luncheons, as during the Continental years. He had also hoped for New England simplicity of arrangement in his home ; but he was again mistaken, for his wife had imported madonnas, triptychs, shrines, and images from Catholic countries, porcelain from Sevres, mosaics from Italian palaces, and bric-a-brac from every corner of Europe. " It might be a Continental bazaar," he said mor bidly, but paid custom-house duties without more seri ous protest than an evening of ill-humor. 16 THE FATES IN CONFERENCE His wife found life little more than tolerable in her own city. Of social gayety there was sufficient to satisfy her exactions ; but after the first winter she became conscious of a void. " There is no variety about it," she complained, " and the people are all so young ! " Her forty years had sat lightly upon her in Europe, but, once conscious of the reign of the bud and college youth, which is indigenous to Boston soil, she became anxious. The bud and the college youth bored her, and the presence of slang and absence of ideas in these young people was a natural trial to one who had lived among ambassadors and statesmen. " But one must have a scattering of debutantes and football players at one s parties, even if one finds it impossible to hold rational conversation with them, 7 she said. "I had forgotten Boston was so silly; had n t you, Willie?" Mr. Stanwood, looking at the magnificence of his rooms, and remembering the almost equal magnificence of the houses in which he dined, remarked that Boston had changed incredibly; and then he sought the "Bee- tlery," his place of refuge from disturbing thought. It was about this time that Mrs. Stanwood felt the want of a daughter to " bring out," and bethought her self of her niece, whom she had never seen, and who must be approaching the delectable age. Miranda Lawrence, who was in charge of this niece, had never married. " But what can any one expect who is called Miranda?" asked Mrs. Stanwood of a 17 THE EVASION friend. "Yes, we are sisters stranger things may have been," she added. Miss Lawrence would have disdained to answer airy persiflage about her name. The temper of New Eng land villages is not attuned to persiflage, and Miranda had spent her life in one. Moreover, she was by nature serious, and had not the light touch on life and things, nor the easy philosophy, wherein lay much of her sister s power. But, like her sister, she had chosen her own way of living, and never regretted her choice. To stay in the family mansion and take care of her brother and his three children from the time of his young wife s death had been the destiny of her own choice, from which Miranda never swerved. Her brother was a professor of bacteriology, who studied germs with even more ardor than his brother- in-law expended upon beetles ; and he often wished that Miranda were not so unflinching in her duty. He would have preferred a little less care-taking, a little less de votion as evidenced in the stiffness of his linen, a little less punctuality of meal hours. He sometimes wished to find his hat and stick on the wood-box where he had left them, though Miranda, already worn thin in his service, had been the one to transfer them to a coat closet. He even went so far as to be conscious of im patience that Miranda s sense of duty compelled her to sit with him in the evening, though she was plainly overcome with sleep by half-past nine. But the Professor bore his trouble without protest. Protest and peace could not keep company in a house 18 THE FATES IN CONFERENCE where Miss Miranda was mistress, and above all things in the world the Professor desired peace. Of his three children, two, a boy and a girl, were at boarding-school ; the third and oldest was Gladys, the girl whom Mrs. Stanwood proposed to introduce to the world. Miss Miranda loved Gladys, as indeed she loved each one of her adopted family, but she was one of those whose destiny it is to love without return. The love that is capable of lifelong devotion, of heroic sacrifice ; the love of those who will die for us, or, what is often more difficult, live for us, is not always the love that can command return, and this is one of the saddest things in life. The greater part of living is made up of little things, and those who make the little things pleasant for us, who fill our days with a gracious pre sence, with ease, with sweetness, and with mirth, are those who capture our love. Miranda Lawrence had sacrificed personal happiness for her brother and his children, but she could not make them happy. Her presence was not a gracious one ; she lacked the supple ness that makes sympathy and comprehension possible ; she could not shed mirth and sweetness upon the lives about her ; and so her love was fated to be without re turn. Upright, strong, and pure, living rigidly, loving dumbly, knowing neither hesitation nor compromise, Miranda Lawrence walked the cold and lonely way of many a New England sister. She was not happy at the prospect of surrendering Gladys to the light-hearted cosmopolitan who had come to claim her ; but pride of race was strong within her, 19 THE EVASION and she wished Gladys to occupy the position of social prominence and power which was hers by birth. When the Professor detached himself from his germs sufficiently long to discuss the future of his oldest daughter, and declared himself in favor of her introduction to the Boston world, Miranda made no objection to the plan. It is possible that the Profes sor s ready acquiescence in his daughter s departure from the family mansion may have come from a fear that if Gladys lived too long with her Aunt Miranda she would grow to be like her. But that such a fear would be unfounded, no one looking at the two could doubt. Mrs. Stanwood also reflected uneasily upon the pos sible result of Miranda s education of her niece. " Tell me the worst at once," she exclaimed finally. " Whom does she resemble you or me ? " She asked the question with a pretty gayety at which it would have been impossible to take offense ; but be fore her sister could reply the door opened and a deli cate, spirit-like little person with red hair stood on the threshold. " This is Gladys," said Miranda, and her sister was answered. The girl resembled no one but herself. Her personality was unusual, as Mrs. Stanwood noticed with relief, and she almost forgot to wonder if Gladys could be called pretty she was so much more. She was pale, but her pallor was exquisite ; she was small, but so small as to fail in being insignificant. Her fairness was of a transparency that seemed scarcely tangible; 20 THE FATES IN CONFERENCE and one would have said that her flesh and blood be longed rather among essences than substances. But this spirit-like personality was contradicted by the red of her hair, which was like pale, rebellious flame, and whether she spoke or was silent, moved or was still, this flame seemed the visible expression of some subtle essence that vitalized her entire being, giving her delicate little person a vividness and nervous force that made her very emphatically a creature of this world. " So this is Gladys," Mrs. Stanwood said slowly, holding her hand after the conventional kiss. "And you are Aunt Edith," answered the girl, in a clear, childlike voice, returning her aunt s scrutiny with eyes the color of spring skies. There was a short silence, during which Mrs. Stan- wood tried to classify the girl ; but failing in this, she allowed her eyes to wander over the stiff, unbecoming dress of gray print, which was, of course, Miranda s choice. Gladys saw the look, understood it, and re joiced. "You had better smooth your hair, child," inter rupted Aunt Miranda, in her downright, decided tones. " Nonsense ! " answered Mrs. Stanwood airily, and with a pretty foreign gesture. " We like it rough, don t we, Gladys ? " From that moment Gladys wor shiped at her Aunt Edith s feet. " So you are coming to visit me next summer," con tinued that lady, conscious of her easy victory. " Am I ? " asked Gladys. A sudden and apparently 21 THE EVASION uncalled-for mirth danced in her eyes as she turned them upon Aunt Miranda. " Am I ? " she repeated. " I think your father has given his consent," said Aunt Edith. " Papa oh, yes." A slight upward movement of the chin suggested the trifling importance of such con sent. " And you you are really going to ask me ? " she added, evidently struggling with laughter and some hidden impulse. " So far as I am concerned, it is settled," answered Mrs. Stanwood, and then Gladys s impulse conquered. Laughing, half audacious, half ashamed, she knelt sud denly by her aunt s side, a liberty nothing since her childhood had prompted her to take with Miss Miranda. " Aunt Miranda said you would never ask me if you did not think I was pretty," she said, " and I think I think that if I did not have to wear so many gray checks, I might possibly be a little pretty some times." Mrs. Stanwood laughed, a laugh as fresh and young as Gladys s own. " I see that we shall be excellent friends," she said. CHAPTER II A WOMAN OF THE WORLD IT was only a few weeks later that Gladys Lawrence began a new life. In the dignified colonial mansion of her birth, her delicate, wayward personality had been almost submerged ; but in Mrs. Stanwood s modern house, with its irregular outlines, its gay awnings, its light and space and luxury, Gladys knew herself to be at home. On the tables were the latest books, with alluring titles, and current magazines, with news and pictures of strange lands over the seas ; and everywhere were flowers, flowers that she loved, but which had been denied her in the old house because " they cluttered up things so." The bibelots, pictures, and bits of ancient arras that Mrs. Stanwood had brought from Europe were sufficiently prominent to pervade the atmosphere, and these hints of old-world culture were of infinite and bewildering suggestiveness to Gladys, whose hori zon had been limited by pale New England skies. The new and incredible possibilities they offered were not the least important elements in the roseate atmosphere which surrounded her first days of freedom. Aunt Edith, always exquisitely dressed, fresh, buoy ant, and apparently as full of life as the girl herself, 23 THE EVASION was the fairy godmother of this wonderful world. She appeared to have unlimited resources in the way of new dresses, ribbons, lace, chiffons of all kinds, with which to replace Gladys s village wardrobe, and one might have said she lived but to provide the girl with pleas ure and amusement. But Gladys was of the age when pleasure and amuse ment are only words. She was at the time when the cup of life holds nothing less than happiness, and this cup, full of fragrance and magic, the girl held to her lips with eager, confident hands. Pleasure and amuse ment are things that come later, when our taste for life is dulled, and our days require seasoning, the refuge of jaded palates. An unhappy man or woman may find relief in amusement, and the greater the weariness the more feverish the search for pleasure. But the grays of youth are blue and the yellows golden. In such a world the paltry ring of mere amusement is changed straight way to the tumult of joy bells. Beyond the sheltered beauty and gayety of Mrs. Stanwood s home was the sea, still and beautiful, an immeasurable force, slumbering and remote under the blue of June. Only at night, when the warm scents of earth were spent, a damp, alien breath floated in from the great deeps, and there were solemn whispers along the shore as the tides came up. But Gladys knew nothing of these things as yet. The first few days were largely spent in consultation with the dressmaker, who brought fabulous stuffs from the city for Mrs. Stanwood to choose from, and the 24 choosing was an occupation of absorbing and almost sacred importance. "It is almost too good to be true ! " said Gladys once, with a sigh of deep happiness. " What is?/ inquired her aunt. " Oh, everything ! you most of all." Mrs. Stan wood laughed lightly. "Nonsense, child, there is nothing too good to be true about me, I can assure you." They were in Mrs. Stan wood s boudoir ; and Gladys, for whom most chairs were too large, was indulging a lifelong preference for the floor, cushions, or any other substitute for a formal seat, and had placed herself on a footstool near her aunt, from which position she could look through the long French window at the sea. Mrs. Stanwood felt that it was time to broach an important subject. " There is one thing wanting, and I wonder if you can guess what it is," she said. " What can it possibly be ? " asked Gladys serenely. " A lover, of course." " A lover ? " Gladys laughed and blushed. * C est une enfant delicieuse ! " thought her aunt. " I must take care that my worldly chatter does not spoil her. The want will be supplied soon," she said aloud, " for Willie is to bring down Richard Copeland and Arthur Davenport to-night. Mr. Copeland has been in disgrace of one kind or another ever since he was born, and they tell me he is quite ugly and terribly strong, but very rich and clever. Arthur is tall and handsome 25 THE EVASION and exceedingly poor. I expect him to fall in love with you, which is why I asked him he is an adept in such matters. In fact, I expect them both to be at your feet before the week is over, but I do not suppose you will mind that." Gladys blushed again. " I am afraid I should like it," she acknowledged, " but I suppose it is wrong." " Nonsense ! " said her aunt, much amused. " If you did n t like it, I should be in despair. There is, I believe, a woman who does not like to be loved unless she can love in return ; but such a paradox exists only in New England." "It is wrong to give pain," said Gladys, with her eyes on the sea. " Pain ah, my child, the wound of a man s heart is the least and the most transient of pains. At a cer tain age all men are sure to love, and at all ages certain men are sure to love. That a man loves one woman rather than another, and if that one be yourself, is the least of matters. The boy loves because love he must, or do something less creditable, and if he loves the right girl he is better all his life for it. The man who loves because love he must, because his temperament demands the excitement and stimulus and there are many such men is surely the last to trouble our conscience, even when he loves us rather than the woman across the way, whom it is likely that he will love, in spite of us, next month. And remember one thing, Gladys, nothing is so easy as to influence for his good the man who loves you." 26 A WOMAN OF THE WORLD Mrs. Stanwood prided herself on the last clause of her lecture, which was an inspiration of the moment, and seemed especially adapted to the nature she was seeking to influence. Gladys listened composedly, with her eyes on the sea. " You almost make me feel it my duty to make men love me," she said ; and something in the words and the smile that accompanied them gave a check to her aunt s confidence. "Enough of ethics," she cried gayly, and, opening an inlaid box on the table beside her, she took out a delicate snakeskin purse. " This is for your bridge," she continued, handing it to Gladys. "The lesson is at twelve, and you ought to dress soon. I told Celeste to put in fifty dollars, which should be enough for a start, particularly as you have played before." Gladys took the purse reluctantly. " You said I was to have ten lessons," she said, " but I had no idea they were so expensive. I don t think I ought to let you give them to me." Mrs. Stanwood laughed as she rose. " This is n t for lessons, child, but for play. You will hardly lose that much in a morning, and you may win ; but it is always well to be prepared for emer gencies." The expression of Gladys s face was one of utter dis may. " Do you mean that we are to play for money ? " she asked. " Why, of course ; what else should we play for ? " " But that is gambling ! " 27 THE EVASION " Well, if you wish to call it gambling. We call it bridge." " I don t see what difference the name can make," said the girl slowly. It is trying to have one s badinage taken in such dreadful earnest, and Mrs. Stan wood, in spite of her good temper, was tried. " We must n t be matter-of-fact about these things," she said lightly, " or condemn the use of a thing be cause it is sometimes abused." (" Where did I find such a phrase ? " she asked herself mentally, filled with admiration for her own resource.) " Our bridge lessons are very harmless, and the loss and gain aver age up at the end of a year," she continued aloud, " so no one is hurt and every one has had pleasure. We must give the way of the world a trial before we con demn it. The common criminal has that much mercy. There, dear, run and dress. I must write some notes. And try to remember that there is more discipline to our courage, our good temper, our self-control, in bridge and balls than in the self-denial practiced by the Mi randas of the world." Mrs. Stanwood was never more impressed with her own cleverness than at that moment. But she was not prepared for her niece s resistance. "I can t do it," was Gladys s slow and reluc tant answer. " Please, please, take the money back, Aunt Edith, and don t think me ungrateful. I would do anything for you, anything but this." Mrs. Stanwood was severely tried, but she controlled herself. 28 A WOMAN OF THE WORLD " I see. You don t like losing my money," tshe said pleasantly, turning round with pen in hand. " That is very sweet of you, Gladys, but since I give it to you outright for any purpose you wish " " It is n t that so much - it is n t losing your money," answered Gladys boldly ; " because you give it to me } but to take it from other people, people I don t know, people who don t want me to have it, who may need it themselves oh, Aunt Edith, I can t do it. I can t ! " Mrs. Stanwood hesitated a moment, and then her gay philosophy came to the rescue. With a flash of worldly insight she saw the advantages of the situa tion. A prestige belongs to the unusual, in spite of the world s reputation for conventionality. This prestige should belong to Gladys. The girl had enough position and charm to live out her own individuality, and be the worldly gainer by so doing. So instead of the reproaches for which Gladys waited with a distress only equaled by her resolution, she was given a playful kiss on the forehead. " What an obstinate little puss it is ! " cried her aunt. " Well, dear, you shall not play for money if you don t want to, and I dare say you are right. We won t talk any more about it. No, keep the purse ; you may want it for other things. When people ask me why you won t play I shall tell them ? Oh, I shall find enough to tell them when the time comes, never fear." CHAPTER III GLADYS BEGINS HER EDUCATION AKE up, cherie, it is long after nine, and your lovers breakfasted an hour ago." Gladys sat on the edge of her bed, looking at the sunlight and readjusting bewildered thoughts to the rush of delight that greeted her every waking in this new world. " When did they come?" she asked. " Last night, just after you had gone to bed. Wil lie brought them. They are waiting for you now. If you don t go down soon, he will show them the beetles, and I should like to spare them that the first morn ing. Arthur is handsomer than ever. He left college in a blaze of glory. There, if you stop dressing your hair, I shall have to go away. Be sure you leave it loose behind the ears. Yes, he left Harvard in a blaze of glory, for he was captain of the winning nine, and that is the most important position there is, next to the President s. I want you to appreciate your good fortune in having him here. You see, he is Willie s nephew, and has no family. Richard Copeland is very ugly and very distingue. I don t quite place him yet, and am almost sorry I asked him ; for Mrs. Herbert told me last night that he is always putting somebody in the wrong." 30 GLADYS BEGINS HEK EDUCATION " What a dreadful person ! " exclaimed Gladys, in dismay. " So I fear. He is older than Arthur, but does n t graduate till next year, for he lost several years by being expelled from so many different schools. But he isn t in disgrace at Harvard so far. Now I must run and dress for church. You won t go, I suppose, neither will the boys, so I will leave you all to make friends. If I am not down before you, Willie will introduce them." " But Uncle Willie has n t been down here yet, and I have never seen him," protested the girl. " Oh, never mind that ! You are not shy, and he will know who you are ; but I shall probably be down. Now, don t waste time looking at the sea. I will send your breakfast up, and I think you had better wear your green muslin." A little later, as Gladys came down the wide stair way in her green dress, with a liberty hat of the same color flopping like a lily pad when she moved, she seemed " The smallest lady alive Made in a piece of nature s madness; Too small almost for the life and gladness That over-filled her," and the contrast of the green of her dress and the red of her hair was something an artist would dream of. She paused a moment at the foot of the stairs to look through the wide doorway, beyond which were glimpses of the sea under orange-colored awnings, and 31 THE EVASION a riot of June roses on the terrace garden. The fra grance of flowers met her, mingled with suggestions of cigar smoke, and she heard masculine voices engaged in what often seems to a woman the bored and desul tory conversation into which men relax when left to themselves. They were speculating upon such pro foundly uninteresting subjects as the precise direction of Boston Harbor, and the height of the cliff from summit to sea-line. Gladys was not shy, but she did hesitate a little be fore going in the direction of the voices. To face three strange men all at once without an introduction was an ordeal, even for Mrs. Stanwood s niece. She ad vanced, nevertheless, and suddenly, without being seen, came upon the group. The heavy, middle-aged man in the armchair was Uncle Willie, of course, and the man who spread his graceful length in the hammock, and who seemed to Gladys s unaccustomed eyes as handsome as a young god, must be Arthur Davenport. A disreputable college cap was pulled over his eyes, and it seemed to the girl that this young Adonis, this idol of a university, looked tired and anxious. Lounging on the top step, his back supported by the piazza pillar, and smoking in great content, was another figure. " Very ugly, very distingue" Gladys recalled the words, and would have recognized Richard Copeland by them had there been other men present. The dark face was unusually ugly, " even for a man/ Gladys commented secretly, and his hair seemed al most ruthlessly black for such a morning. While she 32 GLADYS BEGINS HER EDUCATION looked, he took his cigar from his mouth to demonstrate the probable height of the highest tides, as shown by an almost imperceptible mark on the cliffs, and then suddenly he saw her. There was an instant s pause, and that particular sentence about the tides was never finished. As he rose, Arthur, noticing the silence, saw her and rose also, and, before her uncle could speak, was greeting her with the mixture of warmth, deference, and sweetness which did much towards winning him life s success. It was not enough that he was handsome as a young god ; nature had added to simple beauty of outline a radiance of smile and expression that had captured the fancy, if not the heart, of many a young girl be fore bewildering Gladys on this particular June morn ing. " So this is my new cousin," he said, standing above her, six feet two of hearty manhood, fresh, unspoiled, untried, and perfect in beauty from the wave of his thick chestnut hair to the tip of his perfectly shod feet. " We have been waiting for you I don t know how long, and boring each other dreadfully." Her uncle s greeting was none the less frank and hearty because of its delivery in the over-loud voice which had so often and so sorely tried his wife. " We are glad to see you, my dear," he assured her warmly. " And it s time you came, for I dare say we were boring each other, though I had not remarked it myself. I suppose you know my friend Dick Copeland; you both lived in the same place as children." 33 THE EVASION As Richard came forward he tossed his cigar iu among the rose bushes. " I never saw Mr. Copeland before," said Gladys, her hand meeting his, " but I recognized him at once by a description." "A description of me!" He laughed with such evident appreciation of the possibilities of such a de scription, that Gladys, conscious of her false step, was confused. But his eyes, holding hers for a moment, said as plainly as words, " It s all right, I don t mind." Then, as she took the armchair Arthur had pulled forward, Richard went back to his seat on the steps. There was a moment s pause, during which Gladys found herself the focus of three strange pairs of mas culine eyes. She drew a deep breath, and plunged reck lessly into conversation with Dick. " Aunt Edith has been telling me about you," she began, but came to a sudden pause, troubled at hav ing fallen into the same conversational pitfall that had disconcerted her the moment before ; but at that in stant she recognized admiration in the eyes, and, con tinuing with more confidence, included Arthur in her remarks. " She tells me you are very famous people." " That is according to one s view of the case," said Arthur. " I have come to the end of my claims to distinction such as they are. What is a baseball captain, after he has ceased to play baseball ? " " But Aunt Edith tells me you are one of the most famous people in the country next to the President," persisted Gladys. 34 GLADYS BEGINS HEK EDUCATION "That s all rot," answered Arthur, gazing at his toes while he stuck his hands into his pockets, and looked very boyish and modest. " Besides, it is n t true." Gladys laughed. " Is n t it really ? " " I say ! that is unkind, in the first five minutes," he said, but laughed with her. " If you want to see a really distinguished person, you must look at Cope- land," he continued. " He can break curtain wire with his biceps, twist horseshoes with his bare hands, and all that sort of thing." By this time Gladys had gained entire confidence in herself, and she looked at Dick Copeland critically. " Aunt Edith did n t tell me about that," she said. " Perhaps she knew it would n t interest me very much. She told me you were famous for putting people in the wrong." " Is n t that another way of saying that I am famous for putting them in the right ? " asked Dick. Gladys considered him and his remark for a moment before she smiled. " Then it is true," she said. "What?" " That you deliberately try to put people in the wrong your remark is an acknowledgment of it." "Pretty good, by Jove!" exclaimed Uncle Willie, bringing his hand down upon the arm of his chair with a boisterous laugh. He had just realized the point of Dick s answer, and was enjoying it hugely all by him self. " Are you really a reformer ? " asked Gladys, when silence was restored, and still addressing Dick. But 35 THE EVASION he remained silent, and she was conscious of having stumbled upon a vital issue in the boy s life. " So it is really true," she thought, remembering the story of his terrible childish defiance, and the following years filled with more or less of rebellion and disgrace. In this college man of abnormal depth of chest and breadth of shoulder, of a build almost uncouth beside Arthur s grace and length, she saw nothing to suggest the sensitiveness and intellect that would seem to have been the inevitable mainsprings of his past actions. It was only in his deepset eyes, curiously shadowed by over hanging brows, that Gladys seemed to find that for which she was hunting. Dick s eyes lent redeeming dignity to a face toward which nature had been otherwise unkind. Arthur was the first to interrupt her speculation. " Aunt Edith tells me you are not going to church with her," he said. " What would you like to do? " " I think it would be nice to go down to the beach and gather some of that beautiful cobwebby seaweed," said Gladys. " But it will be hot on the beach," protested Arthur, to whom the collection of seaweed did not commend itself as a morning s occupation. " And what do you want of seaweed ? What can you do with it ? " " What do I want of it? What can I do with it? " repeated the girl reproachfully. " Why, papa and Aunt Miranda could n t have asked worse questions than those. Do with it I don t know. Want with it ? I don t know either. Why should I ? It is June, you know, and in June the things we need are 36 GLADYS BEGINS HER EDUCATION not the only things worth while, and the only wise thing is to be foolish. Somebody once spoke of the * transcendent value of the unessential, some delight ful person I have always wanted to know." " Are your father and Aunt Miranda insensible to these transcendent valuables ? " asked Dick. " Why, yes. Papa is a bacteriologist. Did n t you know? He grows germs in bouillon and guinea-pigs, which means that he is scientific, and Science, he says, does not recognize the unessential. As for Aunt Miranda, well, if you saw her you would know at once that she could only value the things she can use. Poor Aunt Miranda! Now I think it is just the practi cally unessential things that are good for the soul." " Seaweed, for instance," suggested Dick. "Yes, and this." She rose and pulled down a spray of the white rose rambler that hung above her. Mr. Stan wood was endeavoring to recall echoes of an article he had once read on the " Psychology of Beetles" which had demonstrated startling analogies between the moral condition of that insect and man. " Some day science may be able to demonstrate the existence of a soul," he said. Gladys swung her branch of roses. " I should not be lieve in a soul that could be demonstrated," she said. When Mrs. Stanwood, a figure of graceful elegance, descended upon the group, she found her niece entire mistress of the situation, and signified her approval by inviting her husband to go to church. The taking of Willie to church was a sacrifice, for he lost his way 37 THE EVASION in the prayer-book and breathed heavily during the sermon ; but Gladys must have a morning of undis puted possession, and Mrs. Stanwood felt that the girl would repay the sacrifice. " I like Uncle Willie," said Gladys, when the victoria had disappeared round the curve. " He seems so so good." Arthur laughed. " That is damning with faint praise, or, more truthfully, praising with faint damns. But he is good," he said more seriously, adding to himself, " and I rather think his wife has often had reason to find him so." Dick stood on the steps, looking at the sea. " We have the whole long morning before us," he began. " What a way of putting it ! " interrupted Arthur, laughing again. " I did n t mean it that way," said Dick quietly. " I did not take it that way," answered Gladys in the same tone. She had already decided that Arthur laughed too much and that she liked Dick the best. " We have the whole long morning before us," re peated Dick. " Where shall we go ? " " What shall we do ? " asked Arthur. " Why do you say do ? " " Why do you say go ? Is n t this pretty good ? " " The beach is pretty good, but the woods are nicest in June," continued Dick. Gladys lifted her head like a bird about to sing. " Let us go to the woods," she said. CHAPTER IV THE DEBUTANTE A FEW evenings later, Mrs. Stan wood opened the season with an evening reception for her niece. The room was cleared for dancing, and in the library card tables were set for " bridge." Before the first guest had arrived, Gladys stood with Arthur and Dick at one end of the empty, brilliantly lighted rooms, and discussed card-playing. She was dressed in billowy white, and appeared more than usually delicate and spirit-like be tween the two powerful men ; but the souls of Puritan ancestors looked aggressively from her eyes. " Are they really going to play for money, to-night ? " she asked. "Of course they are," said Arthur. "Aunt Edith thought at one time of giving it up on your account, but I told her it was no use. No ; society will not stand that sort of thing. But it s all right for a girl," he added, with his radiant smile. The blue flame in Gladys s eyes was pure and stern. It seemed to Dick, suddenly, that high, invisible pre sences walked with her, and that in her keeping was life s holy of holies ; these are dangerous thoughts for the very young man. " It s all right for a girl," repeated Arthur. 39 THE EVASION "Why for a girl?" " Why, because Oh, well, it s right for girls to stand up for things." " What things ?" " The best things. We want the best for you." " I should be ashamed to say that if I were a man," said Gladys. " Do you play for money ? " she asked, turning to Dick. Under the heavy shadow thrown by his brow his eyes looked more than usually formidable. " Do you play for money? " "Yes." Gladys paused, considering him with direct, uncon scious scrutiny. " I had an idea you would not do what you thought was wrong," she said finally. "I do not think it wrong." " Not wrong to gamble ! How can you pretend such a thing ? " " I do not pretend it, I believe it. I believe, not in removing temptation, but in making men strong to resist it." Arthur rattled some loose coins in his pockets and looked bored. If asked his opinion he would have said that he had " no use " for the seriousness with which Copeland took life, and Mrs. Stanwood, who came up in time to hear the last remarks, was of Arthur s opinion. She even doubted if Dick Copeland was the best of in fluences for Gladys at this particular period of her life. " You have come just in time to prevent Gladys from having the woman s last word," cried Arthur, hailing an interruption. 40 THE DEBUTANTE " I notice a man always allows the woman the last word when she has the better of him in an argument," said Gladys, with a lift of her chin, and she was suddenly transformed into a personality for which no Puritan ancestor could have been held responsible. " They have been talking ethics, the rights and wrongs of things, you know," said Arthur. " Children ! Children ! " cried Mrs. Stanwood. " Our guests are arriving, and right and wrong have nothing to do with them." During the evening Mrs. Stanwood explained her niece s eccentricity with her usual ease. " No, my niece does not play with us. The child is such an odd little puss," she said. " I could not per suade her that it was not wicked to play for money. Oh, yes, I suppose she will change, but I am not altogether sure that I wish her to, she is so refreshing just as she is." " Miss Lawrence does not look like a member of the Woman s Social Reform Club," remarked the friend who was particularly questioning Mrs. Stanwood ; and as she spoke she raised a lorgnette and looked over at a table in the corner where Gladys, seated with three men, was playing for black beans. Several other men who had offered their services as teachers were stand ing behind her, and the group was a centre of noisy merriment. " I understand that you have the baseball hero and that Copeland boy staying with you," continued the 41 questioner. " Are not you afraid of her falling in love with the penniless Adonis ? " " With Arthur ? No, I think not," said Mrs. Stan- wood slowly. "There is a great deal of glamour about Arthur, but I suspect Gladys of being an unusually clear-eyed little girl. She would be more likely to care for Richard Copeland." The lady put up her lorgnette again and looked at Dick, who was among the group surrounding Gladys. " He is very rich, they tell me," she said, " but he is also exceedingly ugly, and has an obstinate chin. It would be a risk to marry a man with a chin like that." Mrs. Stanwood laughed. " It is often those deter mined-looking men who are most easily controlled by their wives," she said. " But I don t want Gladys to think of marrying any one yet." To those who questioned Gladys as to her refusal to play for money, a refusal which had already cir culated from end to end of the crowded rooms, the girl gave only laughing answers. Instinct was already teaching her that light touch of grave subjects with which the woman ofjthe world when in the world veils her earnest convictions. " It is entirely a question of ethics with me," she said to one of the interlocutors. "Now why do you look at me that way, Mr. Antson ? " Laying her cards upon the table, face up, Gladys interrogated her part ner. "Does he mean that he doesn t believe I know what ethics are?" 42 THE DEBUTANTE " You don t look as if you did ; upon my word you don t." " Which is probably intended as a compliment, but not taken as one. Aunt Miranda brought me up too well for that. Why, my cards are face side up ! Every one must have seen everything why did n t some one tell me? Aunt Edith says it is not ethics at all, but only a name. If I had not been brought up by some one called Miranda, she thinks I should be earning my pin money now. Why doesn t somebody play?" " We are waiting for you, Miss Lawrence." " We have been waiting for you some time." "And you may as well trump my trick, since you really care about it," concluded her partner resignedly. " As you have so honorably shown your hand, we shall not win a bean this time, however hard we try." "I pretend not to play for money because of high principle," she told one of the later questioners ; " but it is really because of my original sin. Gambling for beans excites me so dreadfully, I feel such awful envy of the person who has a larger pile of beans than mine, that I should grow hopelessly depraved in a single evening if I played for money." Before the evening was over any doubts that may have remained in Mrs. Stanwood s mind concerning the success of her experiment were dispelled. When the dancing began, Gladys seemed in her element. She danced exquisitely, with an almost passionate abandon, and while the music lasted a corner was occupied by a knot of eager youths waiting for their 43 THE EVASION turn with her. It was the kind of success that mounts to a girl s brain like young wine, and Gladys was intoxicated with happiness before the evening ended. Many were the congratulations received by Mrs. Stan- wood as her guests shook hands with her. The young men, of limited college vocabulary, said that Miss Law rence was " great, simply great." Her contemporaries assured her that her niece would be the success of the next season, and would give no end of trouble to the men. " Which is just what I wish her to do," retorted the hostess gayly. One older man, of the kind who have " lived," which means that he had exhausted his vital energies both physical and moral by the dissipation of several con tinents, looked at Gladys with eyes that gave sudden betrayal of his tired spirit. This man was Richard Copeland s trustee, and he had known Mrs. Stanwood for many years. He was usually, though in an appar ently casual and accidental way, to be met with in the drawing-rooms of whichever European capital she was occupying at the time, and society had grown weary of asking itself whether this juxtaposition was as casual and accidental as it appeared. He was present on the evening of Gladys s debut, and approached his hostess with more than his usual deliberation. Leslie Aldrich s movements were increas ingly deliberate, but whether this was a result of con scious reserve power engendered by his years of expe rience, or from gout, or simple ennui, it would have been difficult to say. 44 THE DEBUTANTE " I have enjoyed the evening " he began. " After your own fashion, Leslie." " Precisely." " Which is not a happy one these days." He bowed acquiescence, and continued. " I was about to say that I have enjoyed the evening even less than usual. Your niece troubles me." Mrs. Stanwood laughed. " Are you not a trifle old for her?" she asked. Leslie Aldrich colored. " You misunderstand me. Your niece " He paused, this time of his own accord. "My niece?" "You are always the most charming of women, Adele." " I took your opinion on that subject for granted many years ago. You say it now when you want to scold me. My niece you were remarking ? " "Troubles me. She is an exquisite child. Do not spoil her, Adele, do not ruin her life " " My dear Leslie ! you are flattering to-night." " You who have so successfully ruined mine." Mrs. Stanwood laughed easily. " You are so gener ous, you sons of Adam. The woman tempted me ! No, Leslie, my conscience is easy with regard to you. You would have ruined yourself quite successfully without any intervention of mine." Leslie Aldrich bowed low and took his departure. When the last guest had gone, Gladys bounded across the room, and flung her arms about her aunt s neck. 45 THE EVASION " Oh, Aunt Edith ! I am so happy ! I never thought any one could be so happy. And it is all you! you! you ! " she cried. After the girl had gone to bed Mrs. Stanwood sought her husband in his dressing-room. It was an unusual occurrence, and he rose eagerly to receive her, starting to toss aside his cigar as he did so. " Never mind about that," she said, stopping him. " I am only going to stay a minute," and she sat pro visionally on the chair he brought forward, for tete-a- tetes with Willie were among the few almost unendur able occasions in her life. "You are looking pretty fit to-night," he said, grinning at her delightedly. She smiled with absent-minded kindness. Unless forced by relentless circumstance, she was always kind to Willie. " I want to speak to you about Arthur," she said. " Did you notice him ? " "He seemed in better spirits than usual." " Nonsense, Willie, that is not what I mean." Mr. Stanwood waited for enlightenment. " He played bridge as though it were rouge et noir at Monte Carlo," continued his wife ; " and would not leave the tables, even to dance, so long as there was any one to play with him. I saw you standing by him once in the smoking-room. Did he play for high stakes ? " " Yes," admitted Mr. Stanwood, with evident reluc tance. 46 THE DEBUTANTE Did he win ? " "Yes." " Did any one person lose heavily to him ? " "Only young Copeland." " Ah ! I do not mind him ; he can afford it, and will not be obliged to pass the night on a haystack as those foolish boys did who played at the Athertons till they had no money to go home with. I only wanted to know if there were to be a scandal of that sort at my house." Mrs. Stanwood s lips curved in lines of scorn. Her cool, fastidious senses revolted at the violent form of social excitement which is offered by the modern de velopment of " bridge." " Arthur is your nephew," she continued, " and I think he ought to be looked after, unless you want to find yourself forced to pay large sums to keep him out of disgrace." " I never heard of any one who did not love and re spect Arthur," said Mr. Stanwood. " Fiddlesticks ! " answered his wife lightly. " I am glad Gladys does not seem inclined to fancy him." Mr. Stanwood removed the cigar from his mouth, and looked at it reflectively. " I hope you will not spoil her," he said. Mrs. Stanwood tapped her foot impatiently, for this was becoming tiresome. " Why should I spoil her ? " she asked. Mr. Stanwood continued to gaze at his cigar, but, failing to draw enlightenment therefrom, he replaced it in his mouth, and offered no further suggestions. CHAPTER V THE SOCIALIST D AYS of ease and pleasure succeeded each other, and in the future Gladys seemed to behold gleaming and bewildering stretches of pure delight. Her aunt was to take her to Paris in the autumn, after which would come the winter in Boston, to which this summer s gayety was but a prelude. No disillusion came to mar the perfection of these first months. Her friends were as young as herself, nor did she find among them the frivolity and worldliness against which Aunt Miranda had warned her. She even found those who, like her self, refused to play cards for money, and she carried the discovery to Mrs. Stanwood with undisguised triumph. " Of course, there are many who have such scruples," admitted Aunt Edith, " and you will find them among some of our oldest families, but rarely among the ac knowledged leaders of our gay life." " If I were an acknowledged leader, I should force people to follow me," said Gladys proudly. " Are you not doing it now, more or less, little girl ? " asked her aunt good-naturedly. Under a personality of exquisite delicacy, Gladys held suggestions of an unquenchable and indomitable 48 THE SOCIALIST vitality, of an untrammeled spirit that was carelessly and easily aloof from the ultimate influence of those about her. Her aunt had recognized and regretted this power during the first days of her companionship, and her new friends were unconsciously influenced by it. " She talks well, and what she says has a quality of its own," said an older man, in speaking of her. " But the most unusual thing about Miss Lawrence is that she dares to stop talking. Girls of her age usually regard a pause in the conversation as a social disaster hardly to be retrieved in life, and act accordingly." " That is probably why Miss Lawrence sometimes gives a fellow the feeling that she is t other side of the world when she is sitting in the same canoe with him," said one of the men who had been piqued and charmed by her moments of serene detachment. But moments of detachment were rare, for into the abandon of music and dancing, the iridescent brilliancy of ballrooms, the excitement of opposing tempera ments, the intoxication of conquest, and the rush of gay and shifting experience, Gladys flung herself with a passionate ardor. " She shows something more than the effervescence of average girlhood ; it is a vocation Gladys has a vocation for the social world. She is my own niece," commented Mrs. Stanwood, with great satisfaction. During July neither Arthur nor Dick had reap peared. Of the former she thought but little, but her strong and inevitable liking for Dick was not forgotten in the gay and exciting experience that followed her first 49 THE EVASION meeting with him. The sense of his existence lay in the background of her consciousness unrecognized for days, but always returned with a sense of comfort and reliance during the rare moments when she experienced fatigue or disappointment. " I don t want Gladys to be engaged to any one just now, but Richard Copeland is very rich, and it is a pity to lose sight of him," Mrs. Stanwood told her hus band. " So bring him up the next time you run across him." A few days later Mr. Stanwood did meet Dick in Boston and brought him up on the late train, after Gladys, who was tired from an exceptionally gay week, had gone to her room for the night. Nor had she ap peared the next morning at the hour when her aunt, ready for church, met Dick on the piazza. Mrs. Stan- wood was exquisitely dressed in ecru lace, and carried a prayer-book which had been illuminated for her at a fabulous price by a Florentine artist. " No, Gladys does not go to church," she told Dick, after greeting him cordially. " She is a Unitarian, you know. I had hoped she would come to hear our bishop when the season was in full swing and she was inter ested in seeing people ; but she says she would be ashamed to go to church for such a reason as that. She is such a queer little puss ! " Mrs. Stanwood laughed her gay young laugh as she pressed the button to summon her victoria. " It is a beautiful little church," she continued, " one of the best copies of fourteenth-century Gothic in the 50 THE SOCIALIST country, and La Farge did a window for us. It is so crowded every Sunday that people stand outside to hear the service." Dick held his pipe in his hand as he leaned against the piazza railing, and watched Mrs. Stanwood. He was quick to seize the significance of the ecru lace, the illuminated prayer-book, the Gothic church, and the bishop. In these things he saw the religion that is the luxury of fastidious senses, and there was the scorn of youth in his eyes, that violent, uncompromising scorn which is unalloyed by tolerance, pity, or humor. When Mrs. Stanwood s victoria had disappeared round the curve of the avenue, Dick flung himself prone in the shadow of the copper beech, for he was very tired after the hot summer of work in Cambridge. And it was not long before Gladys came into the garden. She also was tired, and her face in its relaxation and languor seemed more transparent than before, and more especially alluring. Unconscious of his presence, she wandered listlessly through the garden paths, between waxen lilies that lifted cups of fragrance nearly as high as her head, and sentinel-like rows of hollyhocks, the tops of which her hand could not have reached. Dick rose, but did not speak as he watched her mov ing through the flowers that were taller than herself and seemed less flowerlike. She was dressed in white, and to him the red nimbus of her hair was as the spirit of flame, while beside her the hollyhocks became rustic 51 THE EVASION and primitive, the asters commonplace, the dahlias coarse and boisterous, the heavily perfumed lilies op ulent and sensuous. A vagrant breath from the sea passed through the garden, and as Gladys lifted her face to meet it she saw Dick. " I had no idea that you were here," she said, as her hand rested for a moment in his. " I have been watching you for some time," he an swered. " What were you thinking about as you walked through the garden ? " A dancing light came into her eyes. " I was thinking of you," she said. But Dick set his face sternly and turned it seaward. " I had rather you did not say those things to me unless you mean them." His voice was low and hard. Gladys for one brief instant caught her breath, but she answered him almost at once. " I do mean it. I was wondering how long it was since you first came, and if you were coming again." She spoke sincerely, but with a disarming lightness of tone, and they moved to the edge of the terrace., below and beyond which stretched the sea. " How good it smells," she said, " better than the lilies, I think. I wish Uncle Willie had a yacht. Aunt Edith says that she would never have married him if she had known he did not care for yachting or fast horses." " It seems a pity one should not find out those little things before going to the altar," said Dick dryly. 52 THE SOCIALIST They sat on the Italian balustrade of white plaster that bordered the edge of the terrace, and were silent for a while. Gladys kept her face turned from the garden, and lifted her head a little to feel the sea breeze on her face and in her hair, and Dick watched her. " You are tired," he said finally. " A little, but last week was worth it." "You care, then, for all this sort of thing? " "What sort of thing?" "The sort of thing that is filling your life this summer." " Yes, I love it," said Gladys defiantly ; but then she laughed. "I forgot your vocation for the mo ment," she added. " My vocation ? " " Yes ; that of putting people in the wrong." "You mean putting them right," corrected Dick, smiling. The smile changed his face so suddenly that Gladys forgot to answer. " What is that?" she asked, pointing to a shame fully misused book that he had stuffed into his pocket on rising to meet her. As he handed it to her, she gave an exclamation. " Do you read Voltaire ? " she cried. " Whenever I can." " But was n t he an atheist? " " He was not an atheist. But even if he had been " His eyes sought the sea, and into them came the light 53 THE EVASION of a smouldering and most bitter memory, the memory of that which had made his boyhood a dark place, where there was a great sorrow, but neither faith in God nor help in man. " Even if he had been an atheist great men, good men have been atheists," he continued. "Voltaire was a great liberating force. He gave his splendid intellect to the work of abolishing shams and defending the oppressed." " That sounds like something I read once in a socialistic tract," interrupted Gladys. " Was Voltaire a socialist?" " Not exactly," said Dick, smiling. " Perhaps you are." She had not seriously believed it; but something in Dick s face as he returned the book to his pocket surprised her. " Are you ? " she asked. " Yes," said Dick ; " that is, I hope to become one when I have learned enough of the lives of the op pressed to be worthy to stand with them in fighting the oppressors." Gladys gasped. In her mind socialists, anarchists, and nihilists were confused together with all forces of disorder, violence, and terror, and here stood Dick, making his declaration solemnly, as a man answers for the high faith of his soul. " Tell me about it," she commanded him ; so very willingly Dick told her, and was transformed in the telling. There was flame in his eyes, his unwieldy frame became spirited and expressive, and his voice 54 THE SOCIALIST wide-ranged, powerful, warm, in spite of occasional harshness, had the qualities that fire and haunt. To the knowledge gained from books he added the crudely moulded ideas of his own youth, and he had the dangerous power of vitalizing worn phrases with life and glamour. It was more the structure of a dreamer than of a thinker that he reared before the girl s be wildered eyes, but she was only conscious of standing in the presence of one of the world s great issues, for which men fight and suffer and die, and knew her first thrill of response to the world s passion. While under the spell of his voice and words she almost caught the consuming flame, almost dedicated herself with him to the cause. But when he had finished speaking, when silence was restored to the garden, and over the bit of high road that wound near the foot of the terrace was to be seen the home-coming of fashionable church-goers, she brushed the hair from her eyes with an impetuous movement which seemed at the same time to clear her brain. " You almost made a disciple of me," she said ; " I was nearly ready to give up society and start a second Brook Farm ; nearly not quite. But you are not consistent. They tell me you are rich. How can a friend of the oppressed be rich ? " " The money is not mine any more than it is the street-sweeper s," said Dick soberly. " It is only in my keeping to be used where it is most needed. Unfortu nately it is not even in my keeping until I am thirty." " So you have years in which to change your mind ? " 55 THE EVASION " I shall never change." Gladys laughed. " Hear him," she cried, apostro phizing the hollyhocks. " He says that he will never change, and he is only twenty-three." At that moment Mrs. Stanwood s carriage swept up the curve of the avenue, and Gladys ran to meet her. Dick remained where he was, pacing slowly to and fro, thinking as much of the girl who laughed as of the cause to which he was to give his life. Suddenly she came back to him. " I have just thought of a story you might like to hear," she said. "What is it?" " A man said to a girl, Mary, I wonder what God is. And the girl said to the man, When you first went to college you would n t have wondered, you would have known. Now if you think the cap fits, you may wear it." CHAPTER VI ATHEIST AND MYSTIC T HE next day was exceptionally gay, and Dick s only communication with Gladys was to hand her a manuscript. " What is it? " she asked curiously. "Nothing but one of the daily themes I am doing ahead for the English department next winter. But I wish you would read it. This evening I will tell you why." Gladys made an almost immediate excuse to be alone, and, tucking herself into the corner of a large armchair she read : " Faith and Doubt met in one of the great spaces between the worlds. "In the eyes of Faith was light and joy; but the shadowy eyes of Doubt spoke of broken hearts, and a great courage. " I had not thought to meet you again, she said. What message have you brought the century ? " I have brought the search for knowledge, and bitterness beyond the bitterness of death, said Doubt, and for a moment the joy in Faith s eyes was dimmed. " Where I build you destroy, she cried. Where I 57 THE EVASION bring peace you torment. You tear the veil from reverent eyes " No veiled eyes are truly reverent. " And burn the image in the shrine. Yet you claim your mission to be greater than mine. " Since the beginning men have feared and hated me, said Doubt. But through me they have come to knowledge, and though it has often destroyed their faith and broken their hearts, it has brought them into their greatest heritage which is truth. " The light had returned to the eyes of Faith. It must be all for the best, she said. Some day you and your evil works will die. " There was almost a smile in the solemn eyes of Doubt, as she answered, Can you not see that the cen turies need you less and less ? Can you not guess that you are only a crutch men are learning to live with out? " That evening Gladys and Dick sat together on the steps that led down to the sea. The sky was veiled. There were no stars in the dim, vast night, and they seemed suspended between the echoless vault above them and the pit of darkness below, out of which came the occasional wash and sigh of a falling wave. "I have read your theme," said Gladys, speaking to the almost invisible figure beside her, "and I liked it. Why did you want me to read it?" " I wanted you to know how I felt about things." " You mean the things one believes." 58 ATHEIST AND MYSTIC " Or does not believe." " We have to believe in some things that we do not know," said the girl. " We have to believe in God." Dick was silent. " Don t you believe in God? " " How is it possible ? " Gladys was silent in her turn. " It is terrible ! " she whispered at last. " I thought every one believed in God." " There have been wise men, good men, great men, who did not believe in Him." " But faith does that prove nothing ? " "What faith?" " The faith of the world since the world began." " Since the world began man has shown infinite capacity for illusion. There are millions to-day who have faith that a wooden statue will give them the wish of their souls, or find their hat-pin. If their faith is not evidence of truth, how should we regard our own?" " But the Bible " " There are so many books of revelation, the Vedas, the Koran, and the Upanishads ; and they are all dif ferent, and all claiming to be direct revelations of the only reality; and modern criticism has proved these documents to have come down to us so bungled, dis torted, and inaccurate in text, and uncertain as to ori gin, that it would be impossible to accept them as evidence, even if the so-called revelations were any thing but convictions generated in the consciousness of 59 THE EVASION ordinary man, generated by his own act independently of the supernatural, at a time of the world s history when the nations had not stepped into the light of ac curate knowledge." " I am not sure that I have any particular respect for accurate knowledge," said Gladys. " Papa has de voted his life to obtaining it, and I do not see that it has taught him anything about life. It is more impor tant to know how to deal with people on this earth than to know whether the world turns round the sun, or the sun round the world. The mystery is so great, so beyond our understanding " " That is what they all say," broke in Dick passion ately. " As if the fact that no man can understand a thing were any sort of a reason for believing it. In other words, I am to kick my intelligence behind me, and accept a ready-made theory evolved from a world of erring men, the separate parts of which world are only agreed in calling the other parts deluded. Have I shocked you? " " You know that you have not." "Yes, for I believe that you are one of those who dare to doubt." "How did you begin to doubt?" asked Gladys. And then Dick told her the story of his mother s death. He told it with pauses between his words, and when he had finished he remained motionless with his head in his hands, and suddenly the girl shivered. " Your story is terrible ! How could you live ? How could you bear life afterwards ? " 60 ATHEIST AND MYSTIC " At first I came near losing my mind," continued Dick. " I had not only lost my mother, who had filled my world, but felt that I had been betrayed by the maker and ruler of worlds. He had held in his hand that which was dearer to me than life, and had withheld it ; He had let me trust, and cheated me ; He had been cruel and false as few human beings could be ; and yet He was the one from whom I came, and to whom I should return, and without whom there was no life at all. One thing I knew during that time, which was that I hated God. I said so openly, and it was like de claring myself to be a leper. The boys left me out of their games and pointed me out as the child who hated God. But I spent hours meditating as to what God was ; and as I grew up I came to see what a flimsy edifice the so-called religions are ; and then I saw the truth. As I grew older still, I found there were great and good men who believed as I did. I read their books, and learned from them of the cosmic process which is better than jealous gods, and how nature had worked patiently and grandly through the ages, bring ing higher from lower, and turning very evil into good. I saw that if there was no invisible greatness and good ness, it was here in this world, which made living and striving worth while. And then I began to think of the greatest good of the greatest number, and of what was the best way to help sickness, and sin, and sor row." " But that is not enough ! " cried Gladys, with a passion that surprised herself. " One must believe in 61 THE EVASION God. Without Him there has never been enough in this world to satisfy man." "Then we must learn to go hungry," said Dick. " It is better to possess a grain of truth than a world of lies. It is better to starve, and suffer, and die, than to be comforted by an illusion." His voice rang with a proud enthusiasm for disbelief, an enthusiasm which was woven of the same substance as that mystical, ex alted essence which has inspired men to die for faith. "But what has it all come from your disbelief ?" asked the girl. " From the fact that a prayer was not answered. I could not believe in God if prayers were answered. The prayer that asks for things is an im pertinence to divine wisdom. The angels must laugh, I think, when ministers of Christian churches read from their pulpits that Moses went on the mountain-top and argued with the Lord, and made Him change His mind ! " " At any rate, I wanted you to know," he continued, and because of a subtle change in his voice Gladys caught her breath. " I wanted you to know, and I hoped that you would not hate me for it because " he paused a moment "because I want you to love me," he said. His voice was very low, and a great tenderness strove with the harshness of it till it wavered and almost broke. " I want you to love me. Do you think that you could?" " I do not know. How can I tell so soon ? " Gladys faltered breathlessly. 62 ATHEIST AND MYSTIC " I shall keep on loving you all my life," continued the boy, " so I thought you had better know it at once, and I will wait till you are ready, however long a time that may be but I hope you will love me soon I hope that it will be soon." Gladys realized suddenly that it was a wonderful thing to be loved, and the thrill and the passion of it so overwhelmed her that it was some moments before she could speak. " I have not said that I could love you at all, I have not even thought of it," she said at last. " Will you begin to think of it now ? " " I do not know. I cannot promise. I do not even know that I want to." Dick paused. "You will have to think of it now, whether you want to or not," he said finally, and though she answered nothing, she knew that he was right. " I have loved you since the first moment I saw you," he continued. " But I did not know it till this morning when you came into the garden." " Only since then! " exclaimed Gladys. If Dick had been a little older, or a little less in love, he would have heard disappointment in her voice. " It seems as though I had loved you all my life," he answered. " I do not see how any one can be sure of loving at all if they have known about it only one day," pro tested Gladys. "I was sure of it when I had only known it one 63 THE EVASION second. Don t you believe it ? Don t you believe that I love you ? " he insisted, as she remained silent. " I do not see how I can, so soon," she said. " It seems impossible that you should not believe it when I love you so much," said the boy slowly, with a note of grave wonder in his voice, and then he rose. " If you do not believe me, we will not talk any more about it yet. I will wait, and I shall keep on loving you. Shall we go in now ? " He held out his great hand to help her rise, and as she did so she felt that the hand trembled. CHAPTER VH THE LOVER 0, NE foggy afternoon in the middle of the week Dick arrived suddenly and claimed Gladys for a walk. He was pale with the unhealthy pallor that belongs to those who spend summer days working indoors, and his eyes seemed more deeply sunken than she remembered them. " I only have two hours," he said, " and the fog will not hurt us. Will you come ? " Gladys looked into his eyes, and, finding them formi dable, she was half tempted and half afraid ; but even tually she went with him. " I read your theme again, and I like it," she began, " and I wish that you would take a summer course of poetry instead of political economy." But Dick was not thinking of his theme or of his summer courses, and he turned his eyes on her with that in them which a woman understands though she see it for the first time, and can never forget, though she see it but once. " I love you," he said suddenly. For a long time neither of them spoke again. On and on they walked through the fog, till the silence be tween them became to Gladys vital, eloquent, tumultu ous, almost unbearable. She feared the words he would 65 THE EVASION answer to any words that she might speak; but she feared more to meet his eyes, heavy with pain and mystery, and his presence at her side in this dim world of phantoms gave her a sense of suffocation. " I love you," he said again. Gladys bent her head, and quickened her pace in unconscious effort to escape him. " You believe it now ? " " Yes." " When did you first believe ? " " I think I have always believed it." " Have you thought of me during the week ? " " Yes, often. I have thought that I did not love you." " No," he said, " I see that you do not." There followed another silence, longer than the first. Last week he told her gravely that he had loved her since the morning, and should go on loving her all his life ; and she had laughed at him, but believed in spite of her laughter. The fact of being loved seemed sweet and wonderful, and she longed for the time when Dick should come again, and perhaps tell her more of it. But when he came he was no longer her friend and companion, but a stern-lipped person of dreadful silences. His love that was to her as incense, mystical and sweet, had become a flood that menaced her secret strongholds. She felt the stress of his silence to be greater than that of his speech, and neither a thing to be endured. Suddenly they found themselves on a beach. The sound and the smell of the sea came to them through 66 THE LOVER the fog, and a wave licked upon the sand at their feet, and withdrew into mystery. Dick looked down at her, and saw that her face was damp with mist and had grown pallid as a storm-beaten flower. " I have tired you," he exclaimed quickly, " I have been a brute. You look done up you look afraid of me." Never had she seemed so fragile, and never had he been so conscious of his own brute power. " I am not afraid," she answered, with spirit. " At least, I should not be afraid if I loved you nothing could make me afraid then. But I do not, I cannot. There is something in me that will not yield. A woman must pay a heavy price for loving." " What price ? I do not understand." " Neither do I understand ; but I feel that it is so." She paused, looking seaward, and from out of the fog the sea seemed to speak with strange, deep voices. " I do not understand, but I think the price is freedom," she said. " I would never wish to take that from you." " If I loved I could never be quite free again. I would pay the price gladly, if I loved, but I cannot ! I cannot ! There is something I do not know what it is, but it is something free and untamed that is ours that is a woman s until she loves, and I do not want you or any man to take that from me yet. I want to make the laws of my own life sing my own songs for myself a while longer." 67 THE EVASION " But I would never wish you to sing any but your own songs." The girl shook her head. "You could not help it. If I loved you, all my songs would be for you. Cannot you understand ? " " It seems not," answered Dick wearily, passing his hand over his forehead. " You talk as though it were a question of going into slavery, because I offer you the work of my hands and brain, and the devotion of my heart while I live." He looked down at her with haggard eyes. "I very much fear that this last is yours for the rest of my life, whether you want it or not," he added. With a quick, unconscious gesture she touched his arm. " You are unhappy," she said. " Oh, I am sorry ! I cannot bear it ! I cannot bear to have you unhappy about me. I am going," she added unsteadily, as she turned from him. " I must be alone. I will go home by the shore, and you must not follow me. I must be alone." In another moment she was lost in the fog. Dick stood where she had left him, and looked down at the place on his sleeve where her hand had been. On her way home the wind rose, and while she strug gled against it and bent her head to escape the oncom ing rain, her breath was caught in short, gasping sobs, for the pain in Dick s eyes haunted her, and in this hour was first given her the knowledge that life is a profound, a passionate, and possibly a terrible thing. She seemed to have walked a long time when a 68 THE LOVER familiar cliff loomed through the fog. A narrow strip of sand separated it from the sea, and there she found Dick waiting for her with umbrella and waterproof. " The rain came on almost directly after you left, so I hurried to get these," he said, and helped her into her ulster without further words. When he had handed her the open umbrella, he stood well beyond its shelter, and, with the rain dripping from the rim of his hat and trickling down his dark features, he put his hands in his pockets and started to explain matters. " I thought it over as I came along," he began, " and I see that I have been a brute to let myself go as I did. I am ashamed and sorry for it. You should n t be bothered, however much a man might love you, and I will try not to bother you again until you are ready. Then there is another thing." He paused before con tinuing. " You were sorry for me a little while ago," he went on, with something of an effort. " Oh, don t think I misunderstand ! Don t think I hope you are beginning to love me because you are sorry for me. I know you would be sorry for any beggar that was hurt. But you mustn t waste time that way for me. I am not sorry for myself. I have never been so happy as during some of the hours since I knew that I loved you ; and as for the rest of the hours, when perhaps I am not so happy why, they are my affair. But I shall keep on loving you whether I talk about it or not. I want you to know that, and I shall never stop trying to make you love me, till I hear from your own lips that you care for some one else." CHAPTER VIII DICK AND ARTHUR HE next time Dick came to visit her, Mrs. Stan- wood deemed it important to have a few words with him about Gladys, and she approached the subject with her usual directness. " Of course you know that I do not wish Gladys to engage herself to any one before the end of next win ter," she said. "I shall do everything I can to pre vent such an occurrence." " Then, as long as I am accepting your hospitality, I suppose I ought to say that I shall do all in my power to persuade her to engage herself to me at the earliest possible date." " If you could wait," she continued, " I would do everything I could to help you after next winter." "I don t think I care to wait," said Dick, slowly and with great deliberation. "So we are avowed antagonists," answered Mrs. Stanwood, with a charming smile. " But this does not mean that you are not always welcome more than welcome here, provided you can make up your mind not to pass so much time with Gladys." The result of these few words was that Dick took his dress suit case down to the inn that afternoon, 70 DICK AND ARTHUR but met Gladys on a moonlight sailing party in the evening. " I was a fool," said her aunt to Leslie Aldrich, who had come to pass the night. She spoke to him on the subject, not because he would give her sympathy, but because he would understand. " I was a fool, and my methods absolutely crude. I might have known that I could not influence him, and it is as important to know when you cannot influence as to know when you can." " The Emperor of Austria failed to influence his own son in a love affair," observed Mr. Aldrich. " I like the boy," he added. " So do I, and he has so much money that I should have no objection to his marrying her, if he would only wait. But to have an engaged girl to bring out is hardly what I planned for. Then there are his social theories. Perhaps, being a socialist, he would not allow himself to keep money." " As nearly as I can make out," said Mr. Aldrich, " the socialist would take money away from the rich, who know how to use it, and give it to the poor, who do not, thereby reversing the rule of life, and of the Scriptures, which say that to him who hath shall be given, and from him who hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath. " " It seems such a very uncomfortable doctrine, so very inconvenient and ill-fitting, that he may give it up," suggested Mrs. Stanwood. " He does not look like the kind of person who 71 THE EVASION gives things up," observed Mr. Aldrich. " One would say, on the contrary, that he was one to lead forlorn hopes." " I don t feel sure that any money could make up for a husband who led forlorn hopes." Mr. Aldrich made no reply, for the reason that he was not listening. He looked out on the moonlit water, and saw the days of his youth. " On the whole," he said dreamily, " I do not pity the leader of forlorn hopes." " I was speaking of his wife," Mrs. Stanwood re minded him. " I led one myself once," said Mr. Aldrich, still not hearing her. " You, Leslie, nonsense ! " " It was before I met you, Edith." Mrs. Stanwood deliberately ignored the significance of his remark. Leslie was growing old, and had the gout, and quarreling was disagreeable. " I remember, it was in one of our Indian raids," she said pleasantly; "and you were successful, were you not ? " " I believe so," he answered, " though that is hardly what matters." A little later he spoke of Gladys. " I like the girl, too," he said. " She is a creature of flame and nerves. Life will speak to her with many voices. Some women with that temperament have creative power, and then they are geniuses ; some prey upon themselves, con suming their own powder, and they become nervous in- 72 DICK AND ARTHUK valids. Few are happy, though endowed with the most exquisite capacity for happiness." Before the end of the week, Dick had finished his work in Cambridge, and went again to see Gladys. On coming out of the smoking-car, the sight of Arthur emerging from the other end, gave him an unpleasant shock, for he knew at once that Davenport must be going to the Stanwoods. Not being intimate or partic ularly friendly, the young men greeted each other with a solemn handshake instead of the blows on the back or chest, and the abusive language, which is the college form of affectionate greeting. There followed a pause which women would have found embarrassing, and dur ing which Dick took comfort from the fact that Arthur was not as handsome as he had been in the middle of the summer, while Arthur was saying to himself, with the surprise born of sudden encounter, " What an ugly brute Copeland is ! " " I suppose they have sent something to take us up," he said aloud, looking vaguely in the direction of the carriages. " I am staying at the club," said Dick. " How absurd ! " exclaimed Arthur. " My aunt won t like it. While you are here, you ought to be with us. I will answer for you." "Mrs. Stan wood might be glad to see me if I could answer for myself," said Dick, knowing that Arthur could not understand. "That is all nonsense," persisted Arthur. "But 73 THE EVASION hang it all ! I am not going to drive up alone with that English automaton who sits on the box. I will walk part of the way with you. It will give me some exer cise." As they fell into step on the road, Dick wondered at Arthur s cordiality, and it occurred to him then and several times during the walk, that the boy wished to ask him for something. But very soon he ceased to wonder about him at all, for he was thinking of Gladys. Lights came deep into his eyes, and his lips smiled. He was looking, at that vision of mystery, beauty, and rapture which is love, and the light of it was on his face. In this moment the ecstasy of poets was his, as it has been the heritage of lovers since the beginning. But gradually Arthur s words forced themselves upon his attention. " It is all very well for you chaps with money," he was saying gloomily. "Money? " repeated Dick vaguely. " Yes. I say it s all very well for you chaps with money. You can look round and take time. But what is a poor beggar like me to do ? Uncle Will is a brick. He put me through college ; but after this he says I must make my own way as he did. And a man must live ; if he is a gentleman he must have money for cer tain things." "You mean such things as cigars and club dues," observed Dick. " No, I don t. I mean a decent roof over his head, and food to keep him alive. I mean money enough to keep 74 DICK AND ARTHUK him out of jail without taking the poor debtor s oath," said Arthur, with unexpected passion. " I tell you, life s pretty rough, in ways you fellows with money don t dream of." Dick was silent. He knew now that Arthur must be in serious money difficulties, but was so little intimate with him that an offer of help would have seemed a liberty. Neither spoke for a time, and Dick s mind was again straying among elysian fields, when they came upon a village exhibition of jugglery presided over by an Irishman from the Bowery, who by a certain ar rangement of hair and beard had changed his Hiber nian countenance into a ludicrous semblance of Indian mystery. Both young men stopped on the outskirts of the crowd, as much to relieve the tension of their silence as to see what was going on. There was nothing un usual in the performance. The impossible was demon strated with teasing facility. Space and time were transcended. Live stock, in the shape of rabbits and crowing roosters, was produced from a teacup of dry sawdust. Yards of sausages were drawn from the waist coat of an indignant bookkeeper, and Arthur s own immaculate shirt front yielded an unexpected harvest in the form of eggs. But to both men these things were an old and weari some story, and Dick was moving away when Arthur put a hand on his arm. " I say ! look at this, it is worth while," he exclaimed, as the juggler drew out a pack of cards and began to 75 THE EVASION explain and illustrate the tricks by which professional gamblers won their game. The performance was so clever that as the entertainment broke up Dick re marked that had a warrant been out for a gambler and were an officer present, their entertainer s liberty would have been worth little more than the fleetness of his heels. After his momentary excitement, Arthur relapsed into gloom. " I don t see why one should n t envy those chaps who are clever enough to be dishonest with safety, and under no obligations of conscience or the opinion of their social world to be honest," he said. "If they get into a scrape, and want some extra plug, there s a turn of the wrist, and the world is their own again." They had come to the crossroads, and paused before going in different directions. Arthur stood with his hands in his pockets, a frown on his handsome brow, and something more than discontent in the eyes beneath. Dick looked at him with awakened curiosity, in which there was also sympathy. He seemed too handsome, too finely fibred, too genial, and altogether too lovable a creature to be harassed by the sordid and coarse grained seams of life; and unfit, in spite of his six feet two of brawn and muscle, to grapple with issues that have an ugly and loutish inevitableness of result. " I suppose we shall see you at the club this even ing," Arthur continued, with an unsuccessful attempt to throw off his depression. "I may look in," said Dick; and then they paused, 76 DICK AND ARTHUR lingering still at the crossroads, as though there were something more to say. Dick shifted his bag to the other hand, and his face was more than usually harsh and uncompromising, be cause he was trying to make Arthur an offer of help. " I say " began Arthur himself suddenly. " Yes ? " answered Dick. " I say you won t repeat anything I have said about the poor debtor s oath, and all that, to Uncle Will?" His smile as he asked the favor was lacking in its habitual radiance. "Of course I won t say anything," Dick assured him. " Why don t you ? " he suggested. "Oh, because he would ask questions." " Why not tell some one who won t ask questions ? " Arthur shrugged his shoulders. " If he means to help me out, why does n t he say so ? " he thought ; while Dick told himself that Arthur must now under stand that help was there, supposing it were agreeable to him to accept it. They stood a little longer, and then Arthur said: " Well, so-long. See you at the club." But still he seemed hesitating, while Dick wondered if he should offer plainly and Arthur if he should ask frankly ; but the sum was a shameful one. " And hang it all," he told himself, " a fellow can t ask a thing like money of a man he hardly knows, particularly when he is after the girl you may decide to go in for yourself ! " 77 THE EVASION Appreciation of his own moral fastidiousness restored his confidence, and before Dick could speak Arthur straightened his shoulders, said " So-long " again with considerable cheerfulness, and swung along the road with erect head, every motion expressive of a splendid, perfectly balanced strength that was good to see. He went up towards the dwellings of those who lived for ease and pleasure, and, remembering that he would find Gladys there, Dick sighed unconsciously before he turned and went down to the village. CHAPTER IX TRUANCY T HAT afternoon there was a concert at the club. It was a country club, and neither money nor talent had been spared to ensure its success. The grounds were spacious, the clubhouse low-gabled and picturesque, and it was a centre of growing popularity for the gay life within a radius of several miles. Private tennis courts, billiard rooms, smoking rooms, and even din ing rooms were being deserted for those of the club. " Which is simply one of the unfortunate inelegancies of this over-blown, over-restless, superficially active American life," said Mrs. Stanwood ; but she paid its subscriptions and attended its entertainments, like every one else. This afternoon the lawns and golf grounds lay almost deserted under the August sun, while a large audience of fashionable and unwilling listeners filled the club parlors, and overflowed on to the piazzas. They had come because one of their own set was per forming, and, though he performed but poorly, it was necessary to buy his tickets and be present when he played. Gladys sat in a corner of the piazza, and was exceed ingly bored. Fashionable life seemed a profitless affair, 79 THE EVASION and sea wind blowing in over the meadows made her restless for wide spaces. " I thought you were young enough to know bet ter," said Dick s voice suddenly, almost at her ear. She started, and turned to find him standing just outside the piazza rail against which she was leaning. The color flooded her face, and she knew that she was very glad to see him. Dick knew it, too, but he knew also that she was not yet glad in the way he wished. " Only those who have lived long enough to forget what is worth while are willing to pass an August afternoon in such a way as this," he continued. " I thought you were young enough to know better." " I thought people were usually old enough to know better." " That is a mistake," said Dick, " discovered only by the young." She laughed, conscious of being well pleased with him. "I haven t looked at the programme," said Dick, " but I think I know who it is;" and he mentioned the name. " Yes. How did you know ? " " I have heard him before. When he left college, he tried State Street as a means of support, but the office hours were bad, and he had n t the stock exchange in stinct, and altogether it seemed degrading work ; so he took to music, for which he had always shown a tal ent, having led the glee club four years at Harvard, and his fashionable relations helped to support him 80 TKUANCY during a course of study at a German conservatory; since then his fashionable relations, aided by his fash ionable friends, have continued to support him by buy ing tickets for his concerts, and paying the prices for them that they would pay to hear great artists." " But after all," said Gladys, " you are here your self." " Because you are." He made the statement as a simple matter of plain fact. " He will not play any thing in a way that you could enjoy, so you had better come away with me." " No," said Gladys, " I am going to stay. I won t pretend to like it, but I regard it as a charity. You, as a socialist, ought to help charity." "I, as a socialist, do not approve of charity. I see that I must give you a lecture on socialism, but this is neither the time nor the place. Will you come ? " " Poor fellow ! " continued Gladys. " He must do something. What can he do ? " " I don t know," said Dick. " Certainly not music, possibly typesetting." " Hush," she said, " I think he is going to play again." "It is highly probable. He will play industriously for an hour or so. He will play industriously and con scientiously through several sonatas of Beethoven " " We have had one already," interrupted Gladys. " Good, that will be one less. He will continue with a Brahms variation or two, some Schumann and Bach, and he may give us a nocturne or so from Chopin, 81 THE EVASION which, he would have us understand, are thrown in purely to satisfy those who crave the sensuous and sen sational." " How do you know so much about music ? " asked Gladys, surprised. " There is a beach not far away," continued Dick ; " they call it the Singing Beach because it has golden sands that sing when you walk on them. It is an in comparable beach, lonely, and solemn, and beautiful. It is bounded by strange rocks, and looks out over measureless horizons of waters; and grand, stately breakers from mid-ocean come up on it with every tide." " I have wanted Aunt Edith to drive me there all summer," said Gladys. " Will you come with me now ?" She was silent, picturing to herself the beach as he described it. " What might not happen on a singing beach ? " he urged. She turned to him quickly, about to speak, but he prevented her. " I promise to be perfectly good if you will go with me," he assured her calmly. "But you know," she said, "that I do not love you." " Never mind about that now. Will you come ? " And Gladys went. CHAPTER X A GAME OF POKER JL HAT evening Gladys went again to the club, this time to a dinner, and on the way there she leaned back in the gloom of the carriage and thought of Dick, and of the afternoon with him on the " Singing Beach." He had been " perfectly good," according to his pro mise. Lying at her feet, with his head supported by his hand, he never spoke once of his love, but asked her of her own life, and listened to what she told him with steady, deep-lit eyes on her face, smiling now and then, a sensitive smile of rare sweetness. It was his smile, and the change it wrought in his face remained with her now more clearly than the golden sands, and the solemn roll of the breakers coming in upon them. She remembered something Mr. Aldrich had once said of Dick. " His face gives the impression of mere brute force," he had remarked, "until you look again and see that his lips are sensitive, pitifully sensitive for a man. He will try, and blunder, and fail, as most men do, but I think he will try more desperately than most, and blun der more for he is not one to consider expediencies and, with those lips, suffer abominably." Leaning back with closed eyes, Gladys wondered if 83 THE EVASION Mr. Aldrich were right. Dick s love had grown to be a sacred thing in her life, a thing that made her at once humble and proud. He had captured her imagi nation, and in these flushed, untried hours of her youth, she might well have mistaken this for love, as millions have done before her, and will do again. But Gladys possessed an unexpected power of clear and level vision. She knew that she did not love Dick, but she knew also that she might some day learn to do so. The dinner was as other dinners. She sat next to Arthur, who had temporarily banished care. His smile was as radiant, his eyes as unclouded, as ever. Gladys looked at the smile, and told herself that she preferred Dick s. She looked also, and often, into his eyes and his handsome face, and told herself again that she preferred to look at Dick. She listened to his easy, amiable remarks, and compared them to Dick s con versation, which was brilliant, sarcastic, and warm by turns. " One could fill a woman s world if he chose, but the other could never occupy more than a corner," she told herself. And having decided these things, she proceeded to devote herself to her cousin with a willingness that deceived every one at table save himself and her aunt. The cool, detached spirit that looked out behind the laughter in her eyes was not that which Arthur was accustomed to find in the glances of the women to whom it seemed worth his while to be agreeable. But 84 A GAME OF POKER he was as little vain as it was possible for a man to be under the circumstances, and accepted his cousin s indifference with perfect good humor, and without lessening the attitude of devotion it was so natural for him to assume. But after the dinner was over, and as soon as it was possible to do so with courtesy, he sought some men in the billiard room and started a game of cards. Not long afterwards Mrs. Stanwood and her niece, passing along the piazza on their way to the carriage, paused to look in upon him. The men they had dined with were sitting at a large table upon which were cards and chips and glasses of whiskey, while on a smaller table near at hand were fresh packs of cards and unopened bottles of whiskey. Mrs. Stan- wood noted these things with an experienced eye. " I shall not expect Arthur or Willie home before morning," she said carelessly. " It is n t bridge, is it ? " asked Gladys, watching the scene wonderingly. " No, it is poker ; but if bridge turns out as it pro mises, it will not be long before our private houses look as much like a gambling saloon as this does," she said contemptuously, and was passing on when Dick entered the room from the door facing them, and she paused, thinking the sight of him at a card table might be a salutary lesson for her niece. He moved deliberately toward the players, and stood looking on with his hands in his pockets, and Mrs. Stanwood became suddenly aware that he was watching Arthur, who sat with his back to the window. Then 85 THE EVASION he came round to his side, and, putting a hand on his shoulder, said something to him. It seemed to Mrs. Stanwood that he was asking him to come away, but Arthur shook him off impatiently, and after a moment s pause, Dick, in answer to a sign from one of the other men, seated himself at the table and took a hand. The whole thing had taken only an instant, but the incidents stamped themselves forever upon the girl s consciousness. " Was that just an ordinary game of cards for men ? " she asked, on the way home. Her aunt shrugged her shoulders. " They usually look like that when they play," she said. "I do not believe that was an ordinary game," Gladys insisted a little later, but she offered no expla nation for her conviction. The last thing she remem bered, before falling asleep, was the flushed, excited face that Arthur had shown her as he turned to answer Dick. At midnight, the group of men still sat round the card table. They were silent now, and rather grim. Several of them had taken off their collars, for the night was warm, and their shirts were tumbled and soiled with cigar ashes. The air was thick with tobacco smoke, and one or two of the whiskey bottles were empty. Dick had been winning steadily, and the flush was gone from Arthur s face, which was very pale. Once he took the cigar from his mouth and turned slowly to stare at Dick from under lowered brows. The last 86 A GAME OF POKES three hours had swept all refinement and beauty from his features, which had grown haggard, sullen, and brutalized. "You learned those card tricks well," he said de liberately. From that moment the luck shifted, and Arthur won phenomenally. Gladys was right, this was not an ordinary game. A few hours later, the six men still sat at the card tables. They were hollow-eyed and disheveled, for the fiercest passion known to civilization had been at work among them all night. The room was foul with stale tobacco smoke and the fumes of whiskey, when sud denly the dawn, wan and solemn, came into it. One of the players, looking up and seeing the gray light at the window, stopped his deal. " It is day ! " he exclaimed. One by one, they lifted their eyes to the eastern window, and the spell of the night slipped from them, leaving with each man a feel ing of degradation, and the sense of possessing a name less but violent grudge against his neighbor. One of them rose stiffly, and stretched himself. " Seems like a dream a bad one," he said. " I guess it won t seem a dream after breakfast, when you look at the cold figures," said another, straight ening his collar as he spoke, and brushing some cigar ashes from his cuff. He looked about the dim, evil- smelling room with as much disgust as though he had just come into it. " You may wash us, and shave us, and clothe us as you will, but we are all brutes at the 87 THE EVASION bottom," he muttered discontentedly, staring at his companions with sullen suspicion, as though they were severally responsible for his discomfort. " Oh ! shut up, Morrison ! You make me tired ! Don t you suppose we have enough to stand without a moral at this hour of the day ? " grunted another. " The devil himself was in those cards last night, and it s a deuced queer thing " " We would not mind being brutes all the time. It s being brutes part of the time that hurts," cut in Dick, looking at Arthur, who, still seated, was facing the brightening windows with unseeing eyes. Suddenly a man, who had been examining the loose cards, rose with an oath, and, pouring some whiskey into a tumbler, lifted it above his head. "It is day, and I have to propose a toast," he cried. " Good Lord ! " groaned Morrison. " Have n t we had enough whiskey for one time ? " " A thing of beauty is a joy and so forth," quoted some one thickly, reaching for a tumbler. " Have n t the quotation right, but you get my idea." " If you are trying to say, One can t have enough of a good thing, say it, you infernal idiot, and shut up," cried Morrison, in tones of strong disgust. " Bah ! you had better get under the pump," he added. The man who had proposed the toast still stood with the glass raised above his head. " It is day," he repeated, " and I drink to the dis covery of the scoundrel among us who has been play ing with cards up his sleeve. Curse him ! " CHAPTER XI FEET OF CLAY .RTHUR let himself into the house with a shaking hand. As the gloom of the empty hall struck him, he turned to face the east just as the sun, blazing, jubi lant, mighty, came out of the sea, flinging gold far on the waters and searching the land with flaming shafts of light. Arthur s spirit, shrinking and devitalized, could not meet the dominant splendor of the scene, so, turning to the house again, he entered and went into the dimness of it, closing the door behind him. In his own room he sat on the edge of the bed with his head bowed on his hands, and tried to think. From time to time he asked himself if the thing were true. Yesterday he had been the idol of a uni versity. In him had seemed embodied the qualities of knighthood. Courage, gentleness, honor, and perfect physical beauty, were the things he had stood for yesterday, and to-day ? Less than an hour ago a man, excited by wine, maddened by serious loss, had pro posed a toast to the destruction of a scoundrel who had cheated him, and Arthur knew himself to be that scoundrel. The memory of the word struck him as a physical blow under which his frame shrunk visibly. 89 THE EVASION He pictured the consequences of his act were it dis covered, and the picture scorched him like flame. He thought of the friends and the honors which had been his, and which he must lose ; of the doors which had been opened, and which would be closed. The clubs would expect him to resign, his name would be struck off the lists of the Harvard societies where he had been a hero. He thought of the four splendid years at college, and then he thought of the squad, the nine uncouth giants who had loved him, and whom he had led to battle and victory. Tears stood in his miserable eyes as he imagined what they would feel when they heard of his act. How could he bear these things? He told himself that he could not bear them. On starting the game he intended nothing save to win the money he needed ; but instead of winning, he had lost steadily. He had staked what he had, and had lost it. Then he had staked more than he had, and lost that. It was not merely the passion of a gambler that pos sessed him, he told himself now, but the desperation of loss. Then came the temptation, and he had gone down under it, as do those wretches who people prisons and penitentiaries. " I had to have that money I had to have it ! " he groaned, seeking some justification for his act. Well, he had the money, and as yet no one knew how he had come by it. He had the money, and though it was not sufficient to clear him of debt, it would tem porarily free him from creditors who had been his tor ment. It would give him time to lift his head above 90 FEET OF CLAY the waters, and take measures to keep it there. " A fellow must have time to breathe," he told himself, and, lifting his head from his hands, he did breathe with cpnsiderable relief. The anxiety which had not left him for months was gone. He was free, he assured himself, trying thereby to smother the memory of the thing he had done. But the memory could not be smothered just yet, particularly with the fear of dis covery hounding it into life. The man who had lost most heavily, and proposed the toast, was the president of the club ; and it was said by those who knew him that he possessed an unpleas antly rough side. Arthur felt sure that he would not allow the episode to pass without investigation. Gradually a distant opening and shutting of doors, steps in the parlors beneath him, and a sweeping of staircases forced itself upon his consciousness. The hour had come when he must begin the day. A shower bath and a shave restored him to some measure of confidence and self-respect, and there was no one to face at his early breakfast. But in spite of physical well-being, the memory of what he had done grew more and more insistent. After having tried in vain to forget it in a few words with Gladys, who came downstairs just as he left the dining-room, he began to hate and dread it as some evil gift of fate for which he was in no sense respon sible. Sitting in the sunny morning room, watching his cousin pour out her coffee, and passing her the things 91 THE EVASION she needed with a deference that was not less charm ing for being more quiet than usual, his face wore a becoming pallor, and by some strange alchemy seemed incapable of registering an unworthy thought or emo tion. He was ashamed and badly frightened, but he appeared wistful, and dangerously appealing. Look ing at him, it would have been hard to believe him one who had yielded to sordid temptation. He seemed rather as some heroic and chivalric being caught de fenseless by a malignant fate. His uncle had passed what remained of the night at the club, and on his return he summoned Arthur to the " Beetlery," that being the one spot where he was secure from interruption. " This is a bad business," he began, seating himself, and looking older and heavier than usual. The proximity of these coleopteran specimens in glass cases was apt to get on Arthur s nerves, and this morn ing the place seemed one of torture. " A bad business," repeated his uncle slowly. " You wish to speak to me about it?" Arthur man aged to say respectfully. " Yes. I have been talking with the president sit down, my boy." Arthur obeyed him. " I have been talking with the president, who insists upon an investigation of some kind." There was a pause. " The investigation will be strictly private, of course," he added. 92 FEET OF CLAY " Of course," repeated Arthur mechanically. He no ticed that Mr. Stanwood avoided meeting his eyes, and fear ran through his veins like a consuming acid. Mr. Stanwood took a valuable microscope from the table beside him, and toyed with it recklessly. " The unfortunate part of it is," he continued, " that the only two men who won anything out of the game are my nephew and the man who has been my guest all summer." " Do you suspect me, sir ? " asked Arthur faintly. " God forbid, my boy, God forbid ! " Arthur recognized the exclamation as one of sorrow rather than of trust ; and as he sat there he felt his manhood leaving him drop by drop, for he knew that his world would more easily forgive the man who steals his friend s wife than his friend s money. "I should be sorry to think you ever wanted money without turning to me," continued his uncle, with appar ent irrelevance. He spoke still with averted eyes, and recklessly fingered his most cherished possession. " Are you in need of money now ? " he asked. " No," answered Arthur truthfully. " You are very kind," he murmured. Beads of perspiration began to roll down his face, and the room, with its thousands and thousands of hideous insects, seemed a chamber of horrors. If he could ever get out of it, and away from his uncle s shamefaced, averted gaze, he thought that his guilt would weigh less upon him, and that he could find some way of shuffling off its consequences. 93 THE EVASION " Is there anything else you wish to say to me about it? "he asked. " Yes, one more thing. It is remembered that during the night, at the time Copeland was winning so heavily, you made a remark to him about having learned the card tricks well. Can you explain that remark ? " " I believe he once saw a fellow show up some gam bling tricks," answered Arthur evasively. He thought he began to see a way out of the difficulty. "Was it yesterday when you were with him that he saw those tricks ? There was, I believe, a jug gler in the village during the afternoon." So it was known that they had been together, but not certain that they had witnessed the exposition of trick ery. Arthur was thinking hard now, and the way out was widening. " Don t you think it would be better fairer to Copeland and me if I answered no questions about him behind his back ? " he suggested. " He will, I take it, be present at the investigation." But as he spoke Arthur knew that Dick must be prevented from ap pearing. Mr. Stanwood met his nephew s eyes for the first time, and drew a heavy breath of relief. " You are right, Arthur, you are right," he said heartily. " I think that will be all for the moment." And Arthur made his escape with all possible expe dition. His brain was clearing, and he felt a man again, with events under his hand. Sitting on the rocks, he tried to think it out. It was known that he and Cope- 94 FEET OF CLAY land were together in the afternoon. The coachman had probably told of it ; but it was not known that they had witnessed the exhibition of trickery, and Copeland must be prevented from testifying to this fact. But how was he to be prevented ? It would be useless to suggest that such an admission would tend to incriminate himself. When questioned he would undoubtedly tell exactly what he had done, even though it might involve another man, and that the man he himself suspected of guilt. That Copeland did suspect him, Arthur knew well, and his face burned now at the memory of the look Dick had given him just as the game broke up. The perspiration started out on his forehead at the thought of it, and by this time he had ceased to feel shame. There was no room in his consciousness for anything but the instinct of an animal at bay. Escape from the consequences of his act was a desperate need, and in his panic he did not stop to question the cost of escape. Dick must be pre vented from testifying, that was the first thing to be accomplished; and after several hours of agonized searching he rose suddenly, looked at his watch, and went swiftly down to the club. CHAPTER XII ARTHUR DISQUALIFIED N the excited and ominous ending to the night s game, Dick had gone straight to his room, and after a few hours of heavy slumber he awoke feeling consider ably ashamed of himself. It seemed as though demons had taken possession of him the night before, and it is the pride of self-controlled manhood to subjugate de mons. Disgust and shame were with him all the morn ing, and considerable anxiety as to the outcome of Arthur s tampering with the cards. He liked the boy, as did nearly every one who came in contact with him, nor did he bear any serious ill will for the insulting words with which Arthur had addressed him at midnight, for he knew that the remark had been wrung from him in a moment of dreadful stress, and had no foundation in belief. But he despised Arthur, with the scorn that came to him so easily. He told himself that the fellow who could do a thing like that was rotten to the core. Before luncheon he went to the beach for a swim, and when he came out from the bathing-house, Arthur con fronted him with a pale and desperate face. " I want to speak to you," he said humbly. Dick did not answer as he turned to lock the bath ing-house. 96 ARTHUR DISQUALIFIED "I want to apologize for saying what I did last night," continued Arthur, " I did not mean a word of it." " I never thought you did," answered Dick shortly. " Don t say anything more about it." Arthur had suspected Dick s knowledge of his guilt. Now he was sure of it. " Would you mind coming out on the rocks where we need not be interrupted?" he continued. " I have something to say." There was nothing to do but to go with Arthur to the rocks, and Dick went, with all imaginable reluctance. Arthur did not speak at once, but sat doubled over with his head in his hands. " I did it ! " he said suddenly, without lifting his head. There did not seem any appropriate answer to the confession, and Dick made none. " I did it," repeated Arthur. " I cheated at cards. I did the lowest down, meanest thing a man can do, and I feel as if I should go off the hooks if I did n t tell somebody." At this moment Arthur quite believed what he said. " But I had to have the money ! You believe that I had to have the money ? " Here was a chance for Dick s scorn to find expres sion, but he found himself suddenly and most unex pectedly moved to pity. " Why did n t you ask me for it yesterday ? " he de manded. " I tried to, but you shied off." 97 THE EVASION " I tried to offer, but you would n t let me. Makes me feel as though the infernal business were all my fault," thought Dick miserably. " God ! how did it happen ! " continued Arthur, with his hands hanging limply between his knees. " I thought I was a gentleman the fellows they would n t have left much of any one who doubted me. What will they do when they hear I am just a cad ? I believed in myself last night, and then I did it easily did the thing no one will ever forget about me. I can t believe in myself again, no one will believe in me. They won t want me at their clubs, and when I try for a business who will want to take in a fellow who is known to have cheated at cards ? He cheated at cards ! I can hear them say it of me whenever I enter a room. How can I bear it? How can a man bear things like that?" " It won t be as bad as that," answered Dick. " Is any one on to you yet ? " " No, but there is going to be a sort of investigation this afternoon." "It s lucky you needn t wait for it. You will find the president, Mr. Murray, at the club now if you go at once." " Good Lord, man ! Do you think I am anxious to hurry it ? " " The sooner the better. He is mad right through, for he promised to take his wife to Newport next week, and he lost so much money last night that he can t do it. But if you give him back what you took, I will 98 AETHUK DISQUALIFIED be your banker, and do the same by the others who owe you anything " " But that would be confessing that I did it," cried Arthur, lifting a startled face. Dick looked grave, and paused for a moment. " It is the only decent thing to do," he said at last, and the sympathy had gone out of his voice. " It is the only decent thing to do, and the only way out of the mess." " I don t call it a way out of the mess ; I call it get ting into it with both feet." " It is no business of mine," said Dick coldly, be ginning to skip pebbles into the water. " But I think you will be an awful fool if you don t make a clean breast of it. If you give back the money, you will not only have restored their good humor, but have taken a big step towards restoring their good opinion of you, and there is n t one who would tell. But if you wait to be found out " " I am hoping not to be found out." Dick threw pebbles in silence. " There s the money I owe them," said Arthur, as if discerning the other s thoughts. " That is rather an important item," admitted Dick dryly. " What do you propose to do about it if you are not found out ? " "I could deposit it to their accounts in the bank. They need n t know whom it comes from. But I can t confess. I can t do it," he groaned. " Another fellow might. I can t. I tell you, I am no good! There is something wrong about me ! I went down under temp- 99 THE EVASION tation this time, and I 11 do it again some day, however hard I try." Dick ceased to throw pebbles. " That s rot," he said. " Stop it." Arthur looked at the sea with desperate eyes. " What was that in the Rubaiyat, " he continued, " about the pot that was damaged in the making be cause the hand of the potter trembled? The hand of the potter must have trembled when he made me, or else I was made of poor clay, and I guess that is it I guess I am just poor clay. But that was the potter s fault not mine." It seemed to Dick that he was confronted by the most pitiful of things. Here was a man not fighting for a desperate chance, or one who could fight and would not ; but a man who would fight and could not ; one who was morally unable to do so, a vessel of poor clay, in the making of which the hand of the potter had trembled. But he made another effort. " You were all right fighting Yale on the diamond," he said ; " you can fight this if you want." " It s easy work fighting on the diamond," answered Arthur, "because there are the fellows straining at your elbow, and the music and cheers, and flags, and the girl on the bench. Besides, I have given in, in spite of those things, when the game was going too much against me. No, I can t confess. Another might, but I can t. I tell you, I can t ! " and there was panic in Arthur s voice. " But, man alive ! don t you see that it is the only 100 ARTHUR DISQUALIFIED way out? You not only atone for an act that isn t square by one that is, but you choke the whole thing off. Don t be such an infernal idiot as to crouch like a dog under a cane. Stand up and strike out from the shoulder. Give it a blow between the eyes. You can do it. The way is open, which it is n t for every poor devil that has slipped. Pull yourself up pull yourself up by the roots if need be ; never mind if it hurts. Pull yourself up and start again. You can wipe it out and be nearly as good a man as you ever were. It is only for you to say how it turns out." Tramping about on the slippery rock in momen tary danger of falling, he continued to exhort Arthur in this vein, with increasing variety and confusion of metaphor. But the culprit sat huddled and shivering helplessly till at last Dick realized the uselessness of his task and sat down again by his side. " What are you going to do about it when you are found out ? " he asked. " But I may not be found out," said Arthur, remem bering suddenly that the need of sympathy was not the object of his confession. "It stands this way," he continued. "They know you and I were together yesterday afternoon. They know there was a juggler in the village who taught card tricks, but they do not know that we were at the show. We stood outside, and I don t believe any one turned round to look at us. Now how are they going to find out if we don t tell? " " But how are we going to help telling if they ask 101 THE EVASION us ? And if you are in such a funk at the idea of any one s finding it out, why did you tell me ? " " I could n t help it," murmured Arthur. " I had to tell some one, and you are one of the kind who can be trusted." He was now thoroughly conscious of the part he had intended to play when he planned the in terview, and would have played the part but poorly had not every tone of his voice and every line of his body expressed his genuine distress. " You are one of the kind who can be trusted," he said, and rose heav ily. " I am I am a thousand times obliged to you, old man, for listening and trying to help me out." And then he stood crushing his old college cap between his hands and looking at Dick with piteous, entreating eyes. "I can t bear being found out," he whispered hoarsely, and then he turned away. " The examination is to be this afternoon," he added. " See here ! " Dick almost shouted. " I can t be pre sent at your infernal examination. If I do, I shall have to answer questions, and since some power of darkness prompted you to tell me this thing, I can t give it away. I had better not even go back to the club. I ve got to hook it. I ve got to have important business in town. But I have important business here ! " he groaned, remembering an engagement with Gladys, and using vigorous language under his breath. " It was one thing to suspect him on my own evidence, but now that he has confided in me, I am tied hand and foot," he told himself. 102 ARTHUR DISQUALIFIED Arthur paused, but did not turn. " You had better not do anything you don t want to do on my account ; I am not worth it," he said. Sin cerity and shame were in his voice ; but there would have been little of either had he been less sure that the day was won. CHAPTER XIII MOONLIGHT ICK had postponed his engagement with Gladys till the evening ; and, waiting for him on the terrace, the magic of the night fell upon her. In the garden were moonlight, and mystical shadows, and the perfume of lilies drenched in dew. Beyond the garden great tides swung full and rapturous under the August moon. The still night listened. It seemed to Gladys that the world had been waiting like this waiting and worshiping for millions of years. The lilies standing in rows were waiting, while they held stately chalices pallid as starlight to the skies, and these other listening Presences, motionless, expectant, of unsubstantial essence that would be only trees and shrubs to-morrow. She stretched out her hand and touched one of them slowly, wonderingly, as a child will try the unknown, for she felt a stranger in the garden she knew so well. This dim, tenebrous shape with its drooping meshes of shadow was it the weep ing beech under which she had breakfasted that morn ing? With every breath, she drew the beauty and mystery of the scene deep into her being, and it became an ec stasy and a pain. The faith that is betrayed and lives ; 104 MOONLIGHT the hope that is too high for earth, and endures ; the passion that is in the uplift of crucified hearts, of these things she could know nothing, but the sense of them was with her, pulsing upward through the deep and tranquil night as from the world s heart ; and because of them tears lay on her face. Dick was coming through this garden to meet her. It was well, she told herself, that he should come to-night of all nights that ever had been or would be. What she should say to him she could not yet tell herself ; but never doubted that when he came she would know. All that a girl s first lover can mean to her of ro mance and glamour Dick had meant for Gladys. Un der the spell of his love, possibilities that were wonder ful, sacred, and holy had stirred within her as sleepers stir at dawn. Sometimes she paused to listen by the hushed chamber wherein they dwelt, and then she seemed to hear them speaking in whispers of poignant tenderness tenderness that hurt. Was Dick to lead her within this chamber to-night ? She waited for him on a seat built by the terrace wall, just where a path dropped to the road. By this path he should come, and she placed herself in the shadow, for she wanted to see him, unseen herself, as he came up out of the darkness. There was a step below, and she leaned forward, lis tening eagerly, but silence fell almost at once, and she was glad the steps passed on, for her heart beat sud denly to suffocation. But very soon she began to listen 105 THE EVASION again, with elbows on the stone parapet and chin in hands. Now and then she closed her eyes, and with her face turned to the stars she tried to imagine how he would look and speak when he saw her. Because of the great patience and content of the listening world, she waited without impatience herself, as still waters must have waited the coming of the first dawn. But moments went by, and the night changed subtly. There came a wind on the sea, and under it the rhyth mic swing of the tide was broken. There were rustling murmurs through the garden which had been so still, and withered leaves on a bush near her began to chat ter inquisitively of paltry things. Suddenly she knew that she had been waiting long. He would not come now. He had failed her for the second time that day ; and she rose swiftly, with tears of bitterness and disappointment in her eyes. The magic of the night was shattered. " He need not come at all," she told herself. " He need never come again. It is too late. His hour has gone." Then it was that Mrs. Stanwood s voice called her. " Gladys, where are you ? " She obeyed the call, and found her aunt standing in a stream of light that came from the open hallway. " Gladys, where are you ? " "Here, Aunt Edith." "You had better come in," said her aunt. "Dick Copeland cannot come to-night. He is in the library now." 106 MOONLIGHT " In the library now," repeated the girl, pausing at the foot of the steps. " Yes, with your uncle and the president of the club. Come in, dear, the night has grown cold." CHAPTER XIV QUIXOTISM Gi fLADYS, dazed and bewildered with the reaction from her hour of exaltation, knelt by the fire, pretend ing to warm her hands, while Mrs. Stan wood explained the situation. Her serenity was ruffled, and there was distinct annoyance in her voice and manner. " It is all very foolish and disagreeable," she said. " Why could n t they leave things alone ? Men are fools. The worst of it is that the case seems to stand between Arthur and Dick Copeland." Gladys laughed scornfully. " How absurd to accuse Dick of cheating ! " she said. " I should be ashamed to think such a thing for a moment." " We have to think a good many things as we grow older," answered her aunt dryly, " and we might as well learn in the beginning not to be ashamed of them." She walked to and fro on the polished floor, pausing now and then to listen to the voices that came from the library. " I should suspect Arthur of cheating far sooner than Dick, though Arthur is my cousin," said Gladys. " So should I," answered her aunt frankly. " For one of your years you have an unusual gift of seeing 108 QUIXOTISM through the glamour of people. Je vous cnfelicite, mon enfant. But in this case it does not seem to have been Arthur." " Why should it have been either of them there were other men playing ? " " But they were the only two who won anything. The first part of the night Copeland won phenomenally, and at midnight Arthur turned to him before them all, and remarked that he had learned his card tricks well." " How did Dick answer the insult ? " " He told Arthur not to make an idiot of himself ; but he won no more that night, except spasmodically. All the winnings were for Arthur till the game broke up at dawn. Some of the men had thought things looked strangely, and then they found the cards had been tampered with, and some one remembered Arthur s remark to Dick, and the fact that Dick s winnings ceased from that moment." " The idea being, I suppose, that Dick was afraid to go on," said Gladys quietly, still warming her hands. " Obviously." "Is that all?" asked Gladys, still speaking with quiet scorn. " No. There was to have been an examination this afternoon, and one man avoided it." " Ah ! " breathed the girl. " The man was Dick," said her aunt. There was a silence. " It is true that he broke his appointment with me 109 THE EVASION this afternoon," she said at last. " But there might have been many reasons for that." " Did he give you one ? " There was another and a longer pause before Gladys answered. " He wrote unavoidable circumstance, " she said. " Ah ! " breathed Mrs. Stanwood, in her turn. " He did not know there was to be an examination," said Gladys. " That is one of the things they are trying to find out in the library." "A man who does not believe in God." The words repeated themselves mechanically within her. Her aunt paused by the girl s side, and watched her face in the firelight. " You did not love him, Gladys ? " "No," she answered aloud, adding to herself, "I should have loved him had he come to me in the garden to-night." " I thought not ; but in any case it seemed better to risk telling you everything." " Much better." " You are fortunate, my child, in that you have the power to see things clearly." Gladys was silent. " And that you will not take this man or any other in blind trust." " If I had more trust, I might see more clearly," said the girl, though she could have given no reason for so speaking. 110 QUIXOTISM Mrs. Stanwood resumed her walk. "He may or may not have had important business this afternoon," she continued, " but he was evidently anxious to avoid being seen to-night, for he did not stop at the club on his way here, but sent a man to get his things and leave them at the station." Gladys remembered Dick s writing that he would come to her in the garden because meeting people first in the house was a nuisance. She had fallen from her high places, fallen among garish things, to meet this intolerable, incredible suspicion. That it was neither tolerable nor credible she knew, and fought it as one fights the flapping wings of a bat. But in her, as in many highly conscious, complex natures, there was a cool, questioning spirit, which was an alien to emotional extravagance or unreasoning, whole-hearted trust, and Dick had hurt her bitterly that night. Because of him she had seemed ridiculous in her own eyes. So, though she was tortured and ashamed, she knelt on by the fire which had ceased to warm, and weighed the evidence. In the library Dick had immediately and most un wisely lost his temper. Impatient as only a lover can be at being stopped on his way to the woman he loves, conscious that he must not betray Arthur, and tried to the limit of his endurance by the thought of Gladys waiting in the garden, he answered the first questions with indignant evasions. " I deny the right of any unofficial person to ques tion me on any subject whatever," he said. " Moreover, I have an appointment which I intend to keep." Ill THE EVASION " You have a great many appointments, Mr. Cope- land," said the president. "There was one this after noon which prompted you to evade the investigation of this affair. We shall be glad of your assurance that you did not receive my summons." Then, turning to Arthur, who sat in the shadow with a bowed head, " I believe you told me, Davenport, that, so far as you were aware, Mr. Copeland did not know of the proposed investigation." There was a pause, while Dick realized the possible cost of possessing Arthur s secret. " I am sure that Copeland did not know of the in vestigation," said Arthur, and Dick felt as though a frightened cur had licked his boot. " You confirm Mr. Davenport s statement ? " asked Mr. Murray. There was a sneer in his voice, and under the impli cation of that sneer anger and contempt entered into Dick, and took possession. "You confirm Mr. Davenport s statement?" "The statement is untrue," he answered. " You knew of the investigation ? " "I did." " Before leaving for the city ? " "Yes." The line of Dick s sensitive lips hardened, and from time to time he looked at Arthur with growing wonder in his eyes. " Were you and Mr. Davenport present yesterday when a juggler exposed some card tricks?" 112 QUIXOTISM " I refuse to answer any questions connected with Davenport." " Were you present yourself ? " "I was." When accused of dishonor, Dick s ancestors had not deigned to give other reply than the flinging of the glove of challenge, and it was in the same spirit that Dick flung his damaging answers at the president. He had never been so angry in his life. Mr. Murray, who was almost startled by such direct success, tried to exchange a glance with Mr. Stanwood, but that gentleman was looking at Dick with surprise and incredulity. Mr. Murray turned to Dick with the look one man may not endure from another, and ugly, savage things leaped to Dick s eyes in answer. " You have made several damaging statements," said Mr. Murray. " I suppose you are aware of their import in connection with last night s game." At this point Mr. Stanwood interrupted for the first time. " When I allowed you to question Mr. Copeland in my house, I stipulated that there should be nothing but questions, and no accusations of an insulting nature." "My enforced presence here is an insult," said Dick. " I have no doubt," continued Mr. Stanwood, " but that my friend can give a satisfactory explanation of his absence this afternoon." 113 THE EVASION "We shall be glad to hear it," said Mr. Murray, tapping the table with his fingers. " I decline to give any explanation," answered Dick. The president leaned back in his chair. "You have evaded certain things, and admitted others," he said. "The inference" he controlled himself with difficulty " out of deference to our host s wishes I will only ask you if you have anything to say for yourself ? " " Nothing," said Dick. Arthur in his corner moved like one on the rack. " Why don t you tell em you did n t do it ? " he said, in a strained voice. Dick looked at him with amazed contempt. He began to suspect that Arthur would let him bear the blame rather than confess his guilt. "Davenport is right," commented Mr. Murray. "We are waiting to have you declare your inno cence. * " Do you think that I should deign to declare any thing of the sort to you ? " asked Dick. And then for one instant he met Arthur s eyes with their burden of shame, panic, and entreaty. If the boy had clung to his knees, confessing his inability to act the part of a man, while imploring him to withhold the contempt which scorched like a blow, his degradation and help lessness could not have seemed more complete. Dick paused, with his hand on the door, and for one moment the voices of his anger and outraged pride ceased their clamor. 114 QUIXOTISM " It is not too late," his eyes said to Arthur. " Come, out with it now, and I will stand by," but Arthur shook his head; his lips moved, but no sound came forth, and the moment passed. Incredulous contempt came into Dick s face, and he opened the library door. In his anger he had forgotten that Gladys was wait ing, but coming upon her suddenly, while she knelt in the rosy firelight looking more than ever a miracle of flame, spirit, and bewildering sweetness, words crowded eagerly to his lips. He would have told her of the sus picion he was under, and expected her to sympathize and laugh at it with him, believing in her faith as in his own. But something in her face stopped him, and then Dick s heaven was riven as by a thunderbolt, for he saw that the girl doubted him. Immediately after Dick came the president, followed by Mr. Stanwood and his nephew. While Mrs. Stan- wood and Gladys greeted their guest as though nothing had happened, Arthur touched Dick s arm. " For God s sake, Copeland ! why don t you tell em you did n t do it ? " he whispered harshly. " I ve tried, but I can t. I tell you, I can t." But Dick seemed not to hear. It was all over, then ! She believed he could do this ugly, sordid thing. It was all over, for Dick knew that he would never ex plain, would never sue for her confidence, or say to her, " I am not a thief." He turned blindly to find his hat, and at the door Mr. Murray faced him. 115 THE EVASION " I shall have to ask for your resignation," he said, in an undertone. " My resignation," repeated Dick vaguely. He stood still and massive, with a face denuded of all expression ; but his eyes had the look of a dumb creature that is maimed and stricken. " I think you can hardly fail to understand. Your resignation to the club." " Ah, my resignation to the club yes. You shall have it, of course." The words fell with weary carelessness ; and then he saw Gladys, who had come up in time to hear the conversation. She was oblivious of the presence of a stranger, and she was trembling, but Dick did not know this. " Tell me," she said, in a strained whisper, " tell me why it was that you did not come to me this after noon?" Dick looked at her with an expressionless face, and then he answered, from the depths of his pride and his mortal hurt. " I did not come because I wished to avoid the in vestigation," he said, and left her. Out on the moonlit sands he strove for the second time with the powers that destroy, and for the second time the powers had their way with him, so that he lay on the ground and rolled over on his face, as he had done on that long-distant day of his childhood. This time he did not pray. 116 QUIXOTISM The sea wind was rising ; it came into the hall where Gladys was standing as Dick had left her, and she shivered as it struck her. Mr. Murray was taking his leave. " We have settled it more easily than I expected," he said. Gladys shivered again. " I think some one just walked over my grave," she said, in answer to her aunt s inquiry. " It has been a shameful scene," said Mrs. Stanwood. "No wonder that we are all upset. Shut the door, Arthur. The weather has changed." PART II CHAPTER I A RETURN three years Mrs. Stanwood and her niece re mained in Europe, while Mr. Stanwood divided his time between the house in Beacon Street with its shrouded furniture, and different parts of his own country, from which he returned with important additions to the beetle collection. At the end of the first six months, Mrs. Stanwood had written a sufficiently definite explanation of her continued absence. " The treachery of her friend made such a painful impression upon Gladys," she wrote, " that she dislikes the idea of returning to Boston, where she would be liable to meet him at any time. In the meanwhile, she is quite happy here, where the social atmosphere is more congenial to both of us than it could be at home. You had better not come over, Willie, you would be wretched, as you have always been in Europe, and now that we have transported all our property to America, some one ought to stay and look after it." So Mr. Stanwood stayed, but, during those two years, neither his property nor his beetle collection was the principal object of his thought. He had been born with certain convictions, and during the fifty-odd years 121 THE EVASION of his life he had slowly and painfully acquired a few more. But, if he was slow to arrive at an idea, few things short of disintegration could have dislodged it when once imbedded in his brain ; and the idea over which Mr. Stanwood worked, during the absence of his wife, was the problem of Dick Copeland s " treachery." He thought of it deliberately and painfully for one year, at the end of which time he arrived at his un alterable conclusion, which was that the man who had taken the blame was not the man who had cheated. Before the first half of the second year, he arrived at his second conclusion, which was that Arthur Daven port had been the actual culprit ; and the discovery gave him so much bitterness and shame that when the time arrived for his wife s return he had not decided whether or not to tell his niece the truth. In the meantime he had tried to find Copeland, with a dim idea that he would like to shake hands with him ; but since the night of the disastrous game, there was scarcely a trace of the boy. He had not returned to finish his last year s course at Harvard, and there were rumors to the effect that he had gone West, and was working in a Colorado mine. Later on his name was mentioned in connection with a serious strike in the gold regions, and it was suspected that he had been partly responsible for violence and loss of property. Over these rumors Mr. Stanwood shook his head, but they did not alter his conviction. Arthur he never saw, or wished to see, and the memory that the boy was his sister s only child became a bitterness of which 122 A RETURN only death could relieve him. Arthur, on his part, had no wish to seek his uncle. He had seen him only a few times since the night of the game, and on each of these occasions Mr. Stanwood had contrived to make him exceedingly uncomfortable. The mere presence of his uncle was a reminder of the event which the hap piness of Arthur s life required him to forget, and he strove to forget it, with all the ardor of which he was capable. During the first few days the thing had been a night mare to him. What he had done was bad enough, he told himself, and allowing another man to assume the fclame of it was worse. For a time he almost longed to hear that Dick had told the truth, and relieved him from his shameful burden of gratitude. But very soon he began to fear that Dick would tell, and to suffer the consequences of his act seemed the one intolerable alternative. Remorse, shame, and fear had their way with Arthur during these days, and they fought him and one another till his consciousness became a place of tumult and misery. But time went on and no word came from Dick; moreover, Arthur s world continued to smile on him, and the smile of the world is the best of salves for a bruised conscience. He had one of the temperaments which ignore unpleasant memory. Shame, remorse, or sorrow could not dwell long with him, nor yet the sense of evil doing. With easy impulses toward good and bad, he much preferred the good, and ignored or forgot his wrong and unworthy actions as speedily as 123 THE EVASION possible. He liked the people about him to be as happy as himself, and in the gracious acts of daily life was charmingly courteous and generous. Months passed, and still no betrayal came from Dick. Increased security brought lessened remorse, and gradually Arthur warmed into his genial, expan sive self, and was almost persuaded that no great wrong had been done. Dick could not have cared for the girl, or he would have explained the situation to her at once ; and though it was true that ugly rumors were spreading in connection with his disappearance, the opinion of fashionable people in an Eastern city could matter little to a man who had elected to live in another part of the world and stir up labor unions. Then, quite suddenly, fortune opened her hands wide to Arthur. An unmarried woman much older than himself loved him for two years, after which she died, leaving him her large property with no heirs to dispute it. The occurrence was much discussed, but it was generally admitted that Arthur s behavior in connec tion with it had been perfect. He spent a week in the Maine woods hunting up a distant connection of his benefactress, and made him independent for life. He had also given generous sums to various charities, and then, quite secretly, through a third person, he de posited certain sums of money to the credit of the men he had defrauded on the night of the game. After this transaction Arthur saw the page of his life fair and spotless before him, and almost forgot that it had been anything else. Outwardly he wore his 124 A RETURN honors with becoming soberness, and spent his money as lavishly upon his friends as upon himself. But underneath his happiness was a deposit of bit terness. In the depths of his consciousness he knew that he was worthless, and with this knowledge grew an unsuspected cynicism. He had gone down once, and he knew that he would go down again under suf ficient pressure ; but when the end came, what differ ence could it all make? Eternal punishment was a fetich of the past, and it was probable that on the last day the good would lie down with the evil. If he was made of poor clay on whom was the blame ? So did Arthur reason in the secret chambers of his mind, for in very truth the rust was in his gold, and the moth in his garment. The only outward result of his experience was an eagerness for praise, and an almost feverish satisfac tion in such tribute as he won by good behavior, for apart from a residue of cynical bitterness was his win ning and affectionate self, which yearned to stand justi fied and virtuous in the eyes of his friends. He could have married often in the course of the next few months, but held his hand and his heart till such time as he was to see his cousin Gladys again. The girl had held a somewhat thorny charm for him, but the memory of her would not altogether subside, and he waited the hour for her return with a half- formed intention of falling in love with her and win ning her for his wife. He heard from friends that Mrs. Stan wood had re- 125 THE EVASION opened her salon in Rome, where Gladys had a social success which gratified her aunt s most severe exac tions. One spring she was presented at the London drawing-room, and at last in the following autumn, about the middle of November, Mrs. Stanwood brought her home. Mr. Stanwood was forbidden to meet his wife and niece on the steamer s arrival. " He will only be in the way," was her explanation, " and sit about on the boxes, looking helpless." So he waited for them in the Beacon Street house, which had been hastily denuded of its white shrouds, and put in order by a competent housekeeper. With him waited also his niece s father, the professor of bac teriology, and Molly, her younger sister. The professor was almost as delicately built as Gladys herself. His thick hair and beard were snow white, but his near sighted blue eyes looked at the world with the candor of a child. His manner was gentle and uncertain, and his attitude toward practical and worldly things one of deprecating detachment and incompetency, but he was almost invariably beloved. Molly was a good-looking young athlete of seventeen summers ; tall and straight of limb, with shoulders as broad and chest as deep in proportion to her size as those of any man. Her mane of crisply curling hair was brown, as were her eyes and skin, and her large, well-bred hands. She was competent in the use of slang, and what she did not know about golf and golf clubs was not worth knowing. When she entered a 126 A RETURN room boisterous breezes from open fields seemed to enter with her. Molly characterized her sister s career on the Conti nent as " effete," but waited her arrival with a resent ment born of a tiny unacknowledged fear of her. She felt it just possible that Gladys might look down on her clothes, so she had donned her manliest suit and hat and boots in self-defense. The professor had given up a meeting of the com missioners on the latest poultry disease in order to be present at his daughter s arrival, and this neglect of a duty which was also his pleasure, caused him some mild annoyance. But as the time drew near for expecting her he was conscious of unusual emotions, and once or twice he took off his near-sighted glasses to wipe them. " The steamer was at the dock two hours ago. Is n t it almost time for them to be here ? " he asked ner vously. " They have sixteen trunks," said Mr. Stanwood. " Sixteen trunks ! " cried Molly contemptuously. " What could anything short of a traveling theatrical show want of sixteen trunks ? " Mr. Stanwood shook his head. " They are probably full. They always used to be," he said patiently. " Then there will be the baggage of the English maids. I had forgotten them." " Maids ! Is there more than one ? " " They have one apiece, I believe." Molly threw up her head with much the movement of an indignant colt. 127 THE EVASION " A maid apiece ! " she said. " If Gladys is n t ashamed, she must have grown effeminate ! " " Here she is ! " cried the professor from the window, and Molly looked out just in time to see what appeared to be a tiny duchess, clad in dull green and sables, run up the steps. CHAPTER II OVER THE TEA-CUPS _RS. Stanwood followed her niece slowly, but her appearance was equally bewildering to the two whose visions of raiment were limited by Aunt Miranda s standards. The professor and his daughter scarcely knew Gladys in the exquisite little mondaine, whose greet ings, though warm, were inevitably limited by her Gainsborough hat. " Papa, dear, you have n t changed an atom, nor you either, Uncle Willie. Is it germs and beetles, I won der, that keeps you both young when the rest of us don t laugh ; I was twenty-one last month and I feel as if oceans of time oceans and oceans of it had gone over me since I went away. As for Molly, stoop down, Molly, or I cannot reach you. You have become a grenadier. I thought at first you were Harold dressed as a girl ; though, if it comes to that, you are not dressed so very much like a girl, either. You might almost be one of the mountain-climbing Englishwomen one meets." "If I thought I looked like the English, I would buy a dress like yours at once," answered Molly. " You could n t get one, my child, not in this hemi- 129 THE EVASION sphere," interrupted Mrs. Stan wood, kissing her niece lightly on the forehead, and reflecting with dismay upon this latest development of American girlhood. " Have you ordered tea for us, Willie ? We are almost starved." The tea arrived at that moment, and Gladys seated herself behind the silver service. " Have you really a prejudice against the English ? " she asked, measuring out the hot water. " I don t call it a prejudice," answered Molly hotly, " but I have n t forgotten the Stamp Act and Bunker Hill." " Dear me, Molly, it was so long ago," murmured Gladys, " and they have forgotten." "Who? The English?" Molly laughed shortly. " I rather think they forgot as soon as they could," she said, adding, " They say you are going to marry one of them." " Which one ? " asked Gladys, serenely pouring out a cup of tea. " I am making this strong for you, Aunt Edith." " I hope that it is not true," said the professor deprecatingly. He was a little afraid of his eldest daughter, who appeared to him as an alien of dazzling species. " I hope that it is not true ? " "What, papa? That I am giving Aunt Edith a strong cup of tea ? It is not good for her. I have often said so." Molly was growing more and more resentful of her sister s delicate, indifferent ease. 130 OVER THE TEA-CUPS " Don t pretend, Gladys," she said bluntly. " You never used to." "Didn t I? Well, I do now," answered Gladys easily. " Papa, I have forgotten how you like yours." "Is it true about the Englishman?" persisted Molly. "I suppose she means Sir Kenneth," suggested Gladys, appealing to her aunt, who, teacup in hand, was inspecting the condition of her bibelots. " Then you do know whom I mean," cried Molly tri umphantly. " Are you going to marry him ? " " My dear Molly ! " protested Aunt Edith. " How bluntly you put things! " " Do you like him, Gladys ? " " Sometimes." " It might be rather dangerous to marry a man whom you only liked sometimes," suggested the professor timidly. " That is just what I told him, papa," answered Gladys. " So you did n t pretend with him ? " " I have never yet found it worth while to pretend with a man." " Then it is not true." " That I am going to marry an Englishman ? No, indeed." " But you let him give you flowers," protested Molly, only half appeased, and alluding to a bunch of violets that Gladys wore on her dress. She put down her cup and laughed. " Dear Molly ! 131 THE EVASION do you think one must marry every man whose flowers one wears ? And if you will think again, you will see that violets could scarcely keep fresh during a week at sea. No, Arthur gave me these." "Ah," said Molly, with real respect in her voice, for the glamour of his baseball days still made Arthur worshipful in the eyes of the athletic girl. " The flowers came out with the custom-house offi cers, and Arthur met us on the wharf," said Mrs. Stan- wood. " He was very useful in helping us through with our boxes. Don t you think that he has improved, Wil lie?" " I have scarcely seen him since you left," answered Mr. Stanwood, looking suddenly at Gladys. " I thought he had improved immensely," she said. " He seems quite too good to be true now, with his beauty and his charm and his money." " I suppose you will see a great deal of him this winter," suggested Molly enviously. " Perhaps so. He was never very interesting as a conversationalist, but I think he would be a most orna mental attendant at balls and other places where a male attachment is necessary to one s self-respect." In spite of her sister s white hands and exquisite dress, Molly acknowledged reluctantly that it would be impossible to look down on one who dared to speak so casually of a baseball hero. " Did you know him well that first summer you went away?" asked Molly. "We had an idea that Dick Copeland was the one you liked." 132 OVER THE TEA-CUPS At the sound of Dick s name Gladys s hand paused on its way to the sugar-bowl, and in the sudden arresta- tion of her movement there was a suggestion of breath- lessness. An almost imperceptible pause followed, but before her aunt could come to the rescue the girl was speaking quietly for herself. " I did like him," she said. " I never could imagine why," continued Molly, unconsciously ruthless. " I used to see him sometimes when he came to look after his own place. Why did you like him, Gladys ? " " Oh ! I do not know. Why does one like a man ?" Her voice was light and languid. " I think I remember liking the way he passed the salt and shook hands." Mr. Stanwood leaned back in his chair, much relieved, and content that he need not reveal his nephew s dis grace, since Gladys spoke so carelessly of the man who had assumed it. " That is almost as ridiculous as what he said about you," said Molly, in answer to her sister s last re mark. " About me " - A close observer might have again noticed a breathlessness in the perfectly poised little figure at the tea-table. " When did you see him to talk about me ? " " It was that summer before he went West. I met him at his own gateway, and Mr. Blake introduced us, and I asked him if he saw much of you, and why it was people said you were so different from other people. He smiled in a queer way, and then he said that if I 133 THE EVASION could tell him what charm was, or why violets were sweeter than cornstalks, he would tell me why you were different from other people." At this moment Mrs. Stanwood came firmly into the middle of the room. " That was a very pretty compliment," she said. " And now, Gladys, it is time we took a rest, for there is a full day before us to-morrow." Gladys rose as her aunt spoke, and the little party broke up. In the hall alone with her father she clung to him unexpectedly ; and her voice when she spoke was as forlorn and wistful as a lonely child s. " Are you at all glad to see me, papa ? I mean, really glad? " she asked. She had removed the Gainsborough hat, and as his arms came about her she leaned against him in complete relaxation. " My daughter ! Of course I am glad ! " said the professor, embarrassed but happy, for it seemed to him that his little girl, the child of fifteen years ago, lay again in his arms. " Really glad, papa ? " " Yes, dear, really glad." "It is so nice," continued Gladys, nestling closer into his arms, " it is so nice to be with some one you love." " Don t you love your Aunt Edith ? " " Aunt Edith ? Dear me, no ! It would worry her dreadfully. But Aunt Edith and I understand each other perfectly, and that is the most important thing, if two people are to live together. Don t you think 134 OVEK THE TEA-CUPS so ? Don t you think that after all the best thing is to understand ? " " I think it might be better to love." "I wonder" said Gladys, still lying in his arms. " If you understand about a person from the beginning you know what to expect, and then they could not break your heart ; but if you loved them and did not understand Do you believe a heart can be broken, papa ? " " I do not know, my child. What a strange ques tion! " The professor began to wonder if he had done quite right in allowing his children to pass so entirely under Miranda s control as they had done since their mother s death. " I was wondering if I could not come out and stay with you a little while this autumn, before the season begins," she continued. " I might help you about things. I might hold a germ while you examined it Oh, no! that isn t the way things are done, is it? I had forgotten." She laughed a little. " Do you think they would like to have me ? I am afraid I irritated Molly this afternoon, but I didn t mean to. Molly is handsome, but oh, papa! why do you let her wear such boots ? " " Boots ! " repeated the professor, startled. " Yes, boots. Look at them the next time you see her. They are shameful; they might be a man s. I wonder if Molly would like me to come out ? " " It would be a pleasure a happiness for us all to have you back for good if you are not content." 135 THE EVASION " No ! Oh, no ! I could never go back to live. I did not mean that, for I am content here. It is just the kind of life I want. Of course, I thought it all over while I was away thought over the best way for me to be happy, I mean ; and it is people, all kinds of people, that I care for, and the things they bring. But I was thinking that just for a little while it would be nice to go back. How is Aunt Miranda?" " Miranda is well. She did not come to-day, because she thought there would be quite enough of the rest of us ; but she sent her love." Gladys kissed her father, and slipped out of his arms with a change of manner. Her eyes danced suddenly as she helped him into his coat. " Give my love to Aunt Miranda," she said, " and tell her that I have improved so much that I have really learned to enjoy doing those things which I ought not to do." CHAPTER III SISTERS LATI ?E the next afternoon Molly went again to see her sister, and was sent to Mrs. Stanwood s boudoir, where she found Gladys sitting on the floor in front of the fire with her hands clasped about her knees. She was dressed in a kimono of white India silk, embroid ered with a single flock of green birds in diminishing sizes. The tendrils of bright hair nestled lovingly about her neck. The loose garment left her throat and arms partially bare, and in the firelight her flesh was rosy and transparent. Firelight was wondrously becoming to Gladys, and in the glow of it she seemed infused with essences of flame and spirit. Molly was dimly conscious of these things as she looked at her sister, but her own militant spirit remained undaunted. " What is that thing you have on ? " she asked dis approvingly. Gladys looked down at her wide sleeve. " A kimono ; don t you like it? I brought you one." Molly sat down very hard upon a spiderlike chair. " Good gracious, Gladys ! " she exclaimed. " What do you expect me to do with it ? " " I thought when you were tired " " I am never tired ; and when I am, I go to sleep." 137 THE EVASION She rose again dutifully to kiss her aunt, who en tered at that moment dressed in a neglige of white lace, and in spite of herself she was penetrated by a sense of discomfort in the manliness of her own attire ; but it was a discomfort which she would never have acknowledged. " I only came in for a moment to bring you the tickets," she said. " It is lucky that you came back in time for the game." " The game ! " " What game ? " " Whose game ? " " She is probably speaking of football," said Mrs. Stanwood, suddenly enlightened by past experience. " Perhaps you don t remember what football is." Molly spoke with bitter sarcasm. " Oh, yes, I do. It is something like baseball. In one game the object is to run as fast as you can, and in the other the object is to prevent any one else from running ; but I can t remember which is which." Molly paused indignantly. " I am afraid that you are entirely given over to vanities," she said finally. " So are you, Molly, only to different kinds of vani ties," observed her aunt. " Gladys is proud of her white hands ; you are proud of your brown ones. It is her vanity to look as well as she can ; it is yours to look as athletic. Where she would care to be the controlling force in a roomful of clever men and women, you would wish to win a golf tournament and stride over the fields in a short skirt and unwieldy boots, with a 138 SISTERS hundred or so of sporting admirers trailing after you in company with several newspaper reporters and a camera fiend. Some women are proud of their wit, others are proud of their biceps, but it is vanity all the same. You can t blame Gladys for her lack of interest in football when she has dined with ambas sadors, talked with cardinals, danced with descendants of Gruelphs and Ghibellines." " And been spoiled for all the real, strenuous, whole some American things," answered Molly, rising to take her leave. " Well, so long," she said. " Oh, Molly ! " protested Gladys, " I thought only boys said so long. " Molly laughed good-naturedly. "You have really grown effeminate," she said. " I suspected it as soon as I heard of the sixteen trunks and the two maids." When the last sound of her boots fell silent, Gladys and her aunt looked at each other. " Effeminate ! " said Mrs. Stanwood. " Effeminate ! " echoed Gladys softly, and they both laughed. " And I must bring her out." " I suppose so. In the meantime, we must try to make her as * effeminate as we can." Aunt Edith turned to her desk, while Gladys sat on in the firelight, and for a time there was silence. Then Gladys sighed. " I wonder if she is right," she said. "Who?" "Molly." 139 THE EVASION " Right in what ? " " In saying that I am spoiled. Aunt Edith, do you remember the night in Rome " Mrs. Stanwood turned, pen in hand. " The night in Rome, when the heads of the two great factions the prince of the Church and the prince of the State met in your salon ? " " Ah," said Mrs. Stanwood, laying down her pen. With a little challenging laugh, Gladys lifted her arms and clasped them behind her head. "That was a moment worth living for," she said. " It made you draw in your breath like the first shock of a steel blade. Do you remember the sudden silence in the room ? It needed all your nerve, Aunt Edith, all your daring and charm, to carry it through. But you did carry it, and I think I helped a little with one or two of the secretaries." " You did help," her aunt admitted generously. "You were a splendid support that night. You and I might go far together, Gladys. The difficulty is, that I should end by being jealous of you ; for if I have what you call charm and daring, you have more." "Oh, Aunt Edith! how can you say that? If I know anything, it is because you have taught me." " You are an apt pupil, my child." " There was another time," continued Gladys, " a day when I worried a diplomatic secret out of that foolish secretary, and the minister suspected it, and passed the entire evening at the Sciarra reception 140 with me, trying to find out how much I knew. I held the minister in the palm of my hand that night, and I made the most of him." She laughed again, and a light that did not come from the fire danced and leapt in her eyes. " Ah, those were days ! days ! days ! " she cried, stretching her arms high above her head and then letting them fall. " And we have come back to football. Yes, it is true, Aunt Edith, you have spoiled me." " It is very different here," admitted her aunt. " There are plenty of balls and dinners and recep tions, but no society worthy of the name. However, such as it is, we shall make the most of it. There are clever men here, whom it is difficult to force from their fireside, but between us I think we can make it worth their while to come. Then there are the artists and musicians. We will have them, or such of them as are presentable and do not wear their hair too long, though I should not make long hair an absolute barrier to receiving them. I think we might have something of a salon in the end, something that is different, at any rate, from what every one else has. And we will not have bridge, Gladys. We will not turn our drawing- rooms into a combination of gambling and drinking saloon, as most prominent women are doing to-day. Our business shall be with men and women rather than with games, with ideas rather than aces. We both have wit enough for something higher and more subtle than bridge, thank Heaven ! But I doubt if I could have found another girl in Boston who could support me 141 THE EVASION as you can. You are my own niece, child, in spite of Miranda. And you will make a success of things, as I have done." "I intend to make a success of life," said Gladys quietly. " Then you must find out what you want, and the way to get it, my dear." "I am not so much afraid of being unable to get what I want as of not knowing what I want, or of being unhappy when I have it," said Gladys. " Mak ing a success of life will not be so simple for me as for you, Aunt Edith." "Why not, cherie?" " Because I can suffer, and I do not believe that you can." Mrs. Stan wood laughed easily. " What a curious notion ! And if it comes to that, what do you know about suffering ? " Gladys paused, and the delicate lines of her mouth grew almost stern. " I stood on the edge of it one night, and looked in," she said slowly. " I looked in, and I shall never for get." Lifting her hand to her forehead, she pushed back her hair, and stared into the fire as though the vision were there. What she really saw was the face of a boy, a dark, strong face with deep-lit eyes. " At one moment it seemed as though I were going to fall in, and then I went by I went by, and I was saved ; but I can never forget. There will always be the knowledge of the dark place with its awful undertow 142 J SISTEES sounding in my ears ! " She shivered and dropped her arm. " I went by, and I was saved," she repeated. " But it has made a coward of me ever since, and that is why I am so determined not to make mistakes, so that my life can be a success. I will not suffer as I might have suffered that night. I will not ! and yet I know that I am a fool as I say it a fool ! a fool ! I know that things might happen to me at any moment which would ruin my life take all joy out of it for ever and ever, and I must be very careful to keep out of the way of those things. But I know also that if they came knocking at my door and calling to me I should go out to meet them, and nothing would stop me." Her head fell back a little, and her face with its closed eyes was white and passionate. " I should go out to meet them, though I knew they would lead me to the dark place and the floods " Mrs. Stanwood rose decisively. "My child, you must be exceedingly tired, and I insist upon your lying down before you dress for dinner," she said. " Come." Standing by Gladys, she held out her hand ; and as the girl opened her eyes a more normal color came into her face, she even smiled faintly. " Aunt Edith, you are good for me, you are so serene, so calm, so cool. You would not go out to meet any dangerous persons who knocked at your door, would you?" " My dear, no dangerous persons would ever knock 143 THE EVASION at my doors," answered Mrs. Stanwood, with cheerful candor. " If they did, I should not hear them. I have not that temperament. And now you must lie down. Wilson will call you in time to dress." Gladys rose and stood a moment without moving. " But what I have been saying is true," she said. " True, even though it is well to laugh at it." CHAPTER IV THE GAME _LN spite of herself, Gladys was drawn into enthu siasm for the game, and early in the afternoon of the day when the great rival colleges were to meet on the gridiron, a party consisting of Mrs. Stanwood and both of her nieces, with Mr. Stanwood and Leslie Aldrich (who had come on to Boston for the occasion) were assembled in the hall, waiting for Arthur s automobile, which was to take them to Cambridge. Arthur himself had long since been in private retirement with the " squad " for which he was one of the coaches. Considerable excitement was caused at the outset of the occasion by the appearance of Gladys in a costume of blue velvet. " I won t go with you. I won t be seen with any one wearing Yale colors," declared Molly stormily. " Is it, then, a disgrace to wear Yale colors ? " asked Mr. Aldrich gently, putting up his monocle to look at the offending garment. "I think Miss Gladys looks exceedingly well." Peace was restored when the butler handed Gladys a box of crimson roses which Arthur had sent her ; and when she had fastened two or three of them in her dress and consented to carry a crimson flag, her 145 THE EVASION sister was comforted. Molly had purchased a large quantity of flags, Harvard badges, and tiny footballs, and it was while pinning several of the latter on to her uncle s coat that Mr. Aldrich, who had been observ ing her with mild curiosity, spoke to her for the first time. " I feel a disorganized and most unexpected desire to possess a flag or a football. May I not have one, Miss Molly?" Molly looked at him suspiciously. "Why are you going to the game ? " she asked. " I was told that it would give me emotions," he said, " and I thought I would try the receipt." " You may have a flag," she answered grudgingly, after considering his explanation, "but you must promise to wave it." " I will wave it whenever you tell me to," answered Mr. Aldrich meekly. " Indeed, I feel that the waving of a flag at proper moments might have emotional pos sibilities which it would be a crime to neglect." " The whole city seems quite, quite mad," said Gladys. " The shops are iridescent with Harvard and Yale colors, there are crimson pills and blue pills in the druggists windows, there are crimson and blue hats in the milliners . No florist would dare to display any thing but crimson and blue flowers, or a confectioner expect to be patronized unless he could offer crimson and blue candies. And as for the crowds pouring into the city " - " I had to stand for half an hour in the train," inter- 146 THE GAME rupted Mr. Aldrich feelingly. " I have never seen any thing like it since the Queen s jubilee." At this moment Molly gave a great shout. " The automobile has come," she cried ; and as it was one of the earliest of its kind, the excitement of entering it was intense. Mr. Aldrich looked at the thundering, quiver ing monster with assumed dismay. " I understand these things to be the abode of the strange and the unexpected," he said. "Is it really wise to entrust ourselves and our flags and our possible emotions to its mercy ? " Molly emitted something between a shout and a war- whoop as they sped on their thundering way through the crowded, noisy streets, and Gladys began to wonder if there were not something in American life, after all. The throng of people and carriages flowing in one direc tion was so great that Arthur s car could soon go no faster than the slowest hack-horse, and Mr. Aldrich took advantage of the pace to remark upon the things about him. " A city of cold-blooded business men as drunk with enthusiasm as a southern race with spring sunshine," he said. " Seven thousand students who have thought and worked and dreamed for weeks of this one crowded hour, forty thousand people sitting on hard benches with no backs, on a cold day, and cheering and shout ing because twenty-two young ruffians are trying to carry a ball over a line. While such things can be, there is hope for the nation. Troy is not yet fallen." " Troy is not yet half built," cried Molly, who was 147 THE EVASION fresh enough from her school-books to understand the allusion. " America and Harvard forever ! " She rose as she spoke, and, recognizing some friends in an adjacent landau, unfolded a crimson banner that streamed several feet behind her on the breeze. Mr. Aldrich looked at the handsome and aggressively assertive figure. " Young America," he murmured, " young America incarnate. It is a trifle noisy, and might be fatiguing if one had a headache, but it is mettlesome and sure to get there. " Mrs. Stanwood did not tell her niece to sit down, or to make herself less conspicuous, for she was sufficiently alive to the dramatic values of the situation to see that Molly was entirely in harmony with them. Gladys was unusually silent, but her eyes sparkled, and she was conscious of having lost for the first time that cold and sluggish feeling which had been at her heart ever since her return to America. Once a year, on the occasion of the great ball game, Boston, the city of workers, forsakes its duties, and, dis daining practical issues, flings its gates wide to a huge and joyous enthusiasm which can neither be ignored nor despised. Clouds of dust rose in the still air from the feet of multitudes, and in the sunlight of a Novem ber afternoon this dust seemed as a golden mist, while through it, to the movement of streaming banners, and cheers and song, a great people went as to a national event. But still the girl was conscious of a sense of detachment, of being an observer rather than a partaker of the vital currents about her, and it was not 148 THE GAME till seated in the vast amphitheatre, among forty thou sand spectators, all more or less drunk with excitement, that she gave herself unreservedly into the arms of this monster enthusiasm. The benches were swept by sounding waves of the cheers that stir elemental forces, the forces that have made nations eager to go forth to battle and victory and death. Enclosed in the arms of the amphitheatre was a field where twenty-two uncouth giants fought for the ball which was their symbol of glory. Arthur was there consulting, encouraging, and advising, con spicuous, in the grace and symmetry of his perfectly tailored person, among the players, who were disfigured by nose-guards and portentous paddings at knees and shoulders. He was one of the observed of observers, as much for his height and aristocratic profile as for memory of his past honors. " Is n t he handsome ? " said a girl to her friend on the bench below Gladys. "My sister knows him to bow to." Gladys looked down at her roses, and was not above a thrill of triumph. Shortly after that a cheer was given with Arthur Davenport s name at the end of it ; and while the ring of it was still in her ears, and the excitement of it tingling in her veins, Arthur himself shouldered a difficult way towards her. He spoke to his aunt, arranging a place of meeting after the game, and then stood below Gladys with his head bared in the golden sunlight, while he talked to her alone. Had she thought his mouth weak? It was hid- 149 THE EVASION den now by a yellow mustache. The radiance of suc cess and happiness was on his face, the glamour of this splendid hour and his share in it was about him, so that he seemed to her a victor and hero ; and al ready she knew herself to be the woman he had chosen. When he went back to the field, people turned to stare at and envy her, and again she felt the thrill of her triumph. Of the game itself she knew little enough in spite of Molly s explanations ; but she could follow it sufficiently to understand that victory was with the crimson, and whenever her own college smashed the enemy s lines, and the serried ranks of spectators rose as one man to cheer, the drama of the situation swayed her tumultuously. Mr. Aldrich, with his monocle in his eye and his chin on the hands folded over his cane, surveyed the battle field to a running commentary of reflections. " I understand that one of the players was operated upon for appendicitis a few weeks ago, and is practi cally risking his life to play," he said. " I am also told that any worthy member of the team would consent to being disfigured or maimed for life rather than not do his share to support the honor and glory of his col lege. Are these young men fools or heroes ? Is this a ball game or a national event ? Is it very silly or very fine?" " I think it is very fine," said Gladys. " It is certainly very cold," said her aunt, " and I am inclined to think it very silly. Dreadful accidents happen sometimes." 150 THE GAME Even as Mrs. Stanwood spoke the players separated, and one of them lay stretched on the field, visibly writh ing with pain. Time was called, and a doctor, a pail of water, and a score of anxious sympathizers were brought into action. It was some minutes before the injured man struggled to his feet supported by two friends, and after staggering about the field, gained control of him self and returned to the battle, accompanied by hearty applause from both sections. The ready tears stood in Gladys s eyes. " How can he possibly go back ? " she asked. " Of course he went back," answered Molly. " Any of them would go back while they could move." " It seems as if so much enthusiasm and self-sacrifice might be given in a better cause," remarked Mrs. Stan- wood. " It is n t the cause that matters," returned Mr. Al- drich. " This enthusiasm and self-sacrifice is the same that led the Greeks to die at Thermopylae, the same uncomfortable and indomitable spirit that has made the greatness of nations since the beginning." As the game progressed several occurrences of this sort caused Gladys to hold her breath and suffer keenly, and she was not the only one exhausted with excite ment when the last great run was made by the Harvard full-back, at a time when there remained only one min ute in which to play. It was then that enthusiasm be came a delirium, leaping from tier to tier like flame. Hats, scarfs, muffs, and banners were flung into the air, and cheer rolled upon cheer in crashing avalanches of 151 THE EVASION sound. Molly stood on the bench, and lifting her chest, gave a cry that would have done credit to a Valkyrie maiden. Gladys stood beside her cheering also, waving her flag in a frenzy, caught up and out of herself by the splendid tumult, and tears of exultation stood in her eyes. Five minutes later she was passing out of the arena with the great audience. "It is better than tormenting the ambassador at Borne," she told her aunt. " It is better and finer than anything I have ever known. I am glad I am an American. I am glad you brought me home when you did, Aunt Edith." There was blue fire in her eyes, and her cheeks flamed. Molly clapped her on the back. " Bravo, Gladys ! You are the right sort, after all," she cried. Gladys laughed and restrained an impulse to clap her sister in turn. She buried her face in her roses instead, and because it was an hour of victory she thought happily of her personal conquest of one who had been conspicuous in the glory of this day. It was then that she noticed a letter that was falling from the pocket of Mr. Aldrich, who walked beside her. " You are losing something," she said. He looked at the letter, and then he looked at her. " Thank you," he said ; " I should have been sorry to have lost it. It is from Richard Copeland." " Ah ! " Mr. Aldrich had reasons of his own for regretting the growing darkness which began to hide her face. 152 THE GAME " Is he in Boston ? " asked Gladys, and Mr. Aldrich also regretted the noise about them, which prevented him from hearing the undertones of her voice. " No, he is not in Boston, he is out West, working in a mine like any laborer." " Ah ! " she said again. " I have only seen him once in two years," he con tinued, "and he only writes to me when he wants money. He seems to want a great deal of money," Mr. Aldrich pursued reflectively. Gladys drew her furs about her face. " I suppose so," she said, and even through the tumult he could hear her voice grow hard and cold. " So she believes it," he thought. " The question is does she care ? " Aloud he added, " He needs a great deal of money ; but I am bound to say that, judging by the looks of his clothes, very little of it goes on to his back." CHAPTER V ARTHUR S WOOING JjEFORE returning to New York, where the social life was more pungent and suited to his tastes than anything he could find in Boston, Mr. Aldrich had some words with Mrs. Stanwood about Dick Copeland. "I spoke to your niece about him," he said, "and it is evident that she believes him to be the man who cheated." " Don t you ? " " I do not know," said Mr. Aldrich slowly. " I have lived long enough to know that one does not know, nine cases out of ten." " But he confessed it practically." " Which means that he did not confess it actually. He was very young at the time, and when we are young and unjustly accused, supposing him to have been unjustly accused, we are also very angry ; and when we are young and very angry there is no knowing what foolishness we may not commit. It would be just like Copeland to scorn to defend himself under such circum stances. He has done a sufficient number of foolish things since then to prove himself capable of almost anything in that line." " I understand that he is working in a mine." 154 ARTHUR S WOOING " It was a mine the last time I heard from him. Be fore that it was a railroad, and in a short time it is to be mills. He has a notion that one can only under stand labor conditions by living them, so he is living them, and creating considerable disturbance all along the line. I expect that some day I shall have to get him out of jail. In the meantime the process is not becoming to him. The last time I saw him " Mr. Aldrich shook his head as he watched the smoke rings of his cigar. " He is getting rid of a lot of money just as much as I will give him, and when he comes into the whole of it, I don t know what will happen." " When does he have his fortune outright ? " " It is in trust my trust till he is thirty. If you ask me why thirty was fixed upon as his year of prob able discretion, I can only answer that I do not know. It was a whim of his father s." " When you saw him did you make any reference to his disgrace ? " " Not the slightest. He never gave me a chance to refer to anything, evidently taking it for granted that I believed him guilty. He only saw me in order to sign a necessary paper, which he did in perfect silence, and went out again without so much as offering to shake hands. I am in the dark as to what he is doing with his income, and he may be no end of a scoundrel, but I don t believe it." Mr. Aldrich spoke vigorously, for getting his customary caution. " I don t believe it," he added. Mrs. Stanwood was growing tired of the subject. 155 THE EVASION " He is quite out of the game now," she said. " So I do not know that we need agitate ourselves about him. Only I would not speak of him to Gladys. His name acts like a corrosive acid on any enjoyment she may be having. The strange thing about it all is, that if he did not cheat, Arthur did, and that seems almost impossible." "Arthur, the darling of the gods and women," murmured Mr. Aldrich, looking at the point of his cigar. " Do you think your niece will marry him ? " " I hope so." " Ah ! " Mr. Aldrich contemplated his cigar a little longer, and then replaced it in his mouth. " It is none of my business," he said. " Not in the slightest degree, Leslie, and I beg that you will not make it so." " Copeland is coming to this part of the world soon," he added, after a pause. " I do not see how that can concern Gladys or my self." " He is coming to work in Massachusetts factories." " It is scarcely likely that my niece will meet him there, and should she come across him anywhere else, why," Mrs. Stan wood shrugged her shoulders, "he has put himself quite effectively beyond the pale of recognition." " Are n t you putting it a bit strong ? There are fel lows who have done what he is supposed to have done without being socially ostracized." " But it s the man s reputation in other ways, and 156 ARTHUK S WOOING then there are the immense sums of money he gets rid of no one knows how. And how about the factory girl?" " So you have heard that ? " " Certainly I have." " As a matter of fact, I believe that he is paying for her education in an art school. Voila tout! " Mrs. Stanwood laughed. " Leslie ! Leslie ! I believe that you have really permitted yourself to be interested in him." " I have," he admitted ruefully. " I liked the boy. I like the man, worse luck ! " Gladys s autumn visit to her old home had been aban doned in view of the early festivities at which it seemed necessary that she should appear. Only one night did she spend in the little room which had sheltered her early girlhood, and that was in order to eat a Sunday dinner with her family, which on this day included her brother Harold, who was on leave from boarding- school. Harold looked his sister over with the critical and discerning eye of eighteen, and expressed himself frankly on the subject to Molly. " I tell you what, Molly, you and girls like you who go in for muscle and manliness are off the trolley. Gladys can teach you a thing or two, and you could n t do better than learn what she teaches. When it comes to real things, such as making other people do what you like, having power over men and women, and taking 157 THE EVASION laurels generally all along the line, Gladys can give you all the go-by ; though 1 suppose you could swing her over a five-barred fence with your left hand. She is as delicate as a bit of Dresden china, and her deli cacy is more powerful than all the muscles in your body. I am glad I am her brother, for if I were any one else I should be in love with her way over my head, and she would n t look at me. It is the feminine women men fall in love with, not the ones who can match them on the tennis courts and golf links, and don t you forget it." " You are talking like a fool," answered Molly, with natural resentment. " One would suppose that the only thing worth a girl s while was to please men. Gladys is old-fashioned. We are finding things more impor tant to reckon with than men." " And that s another rum thing about some of you modern women," continued Harold. " It s those of you who are most scornful of man who take the great est pains to imitate him. Look at your boots, your coat, your hat, your stride. They are a direct imitation of the creature you pretend to despise." This was a home thrust which reduced Molly to the verge of indignant tears, and would have done much towards antagonizing her towards Gladys had not grati fied pride at Arthur s attentions to her, and admiration of the coolness and ease with which she received them, more than offset the disapproval of her general person ality. An enthusiasm for the ways of her own land which 158 ARTHUR S WOOING had been generated by the football game, launched Gladys happily upon the season s gayeties. " It is not exactly an intellectual satisfaction, and lacks in under-currents," she told her aunt. " It is just boys and girls together having a good time, but a good time we certainly have, and it is all fresh and frank and clean." As an offset to the younger element in her niece s winter, Mrs. Stanwood made her house a musical and artistic centre as far as it is possible to do in this time and place, and Gladys was content as she had not be lieved it possible to be in her own city when she had surveyed it from the European point of view. "I am still young enough to enjoy a romp," she told herself happily, as though she had made a discovery ; for she knew that on the night following Dick s dis grace she had taken leave of her first girlhood. To him had gone the best of her youth s high faith, and he had betrayed it. " I came so near to loving him. A little more, and I would have given up all and gone with him down into the ugly and sordid places to help the people ; and then he cheated at a game of cards ! He cheated, and ran away to leave another man to take the blame ! I gave him the best I had, except love, and I almost gave him that. Some day I suppose he will become a demagogue of the people, a leader of the raw, disorderly masses, perhaps even a prisoner." She repeated these things to herself during the un welcome moments when Dick s image intruded itself 159 THE EVASION upon her ; and when she thought of them she felt old, and knew that with her faith in him other things had gone out of her life never to return, while in their place was the realization of possible suffering, black and hopeless, that might be waiting for her beyond the shel ter of her present existence. So for this winter she rejoiced consciously in being light-hearted, which is rare, for deliberate consciousness of a mental condition is apt to destroy it. Gladys was not above enjoying attention from the most sought-after man in the city, and it was many months since her aunt had listened to any ethical pro tests against allowing men to love her. What she called Arthur s habit of devotion had kept her in some doubt as to his actual feeling, and she was not satisfied till convinced that love for her was the first serious passion of his life. After this discovery she became remorseful, and wondered what she should do with him; though this last difficulty was not one that troubled her seriously or often. " You do not care for me at all," he said one even ing, while they " sat out " the two sets of dances that he had begged from her. " Yes, I do," she answered, " I do care ; but not in the way you want." "Any other way is nothing." He sat opposite to her with his elbows on his knees, and looking down at the fan he held, shut and opened it slowly. " Any other way is nothing," he repeated, in a low, halting voice. " Don t you think you can ever love me ? " 160 ARTHUR S WOOING " I am fond of you, more fond of you than of any man I know," she said, trying to speak gently. " But I shall never love you." There was a pause, and still he did not look up. " What is there you do not like about me ? " he asked finally. " There is nothing I do not like about you." " Then why " - " Oh, please, please, Arthur, do not let us talk any more about it." " That is asking too much," he said, with some bit terness. " A fellow is crazy about a girl. He dreams of her all night, and thinks of her all day, and is so wretched he hates life and himself and everybody else during every moment he is not with her, and then she tells him not to talk to her about it." " But does any good come from talking about it ? " " I must win you. I cannot bear living if I don t," he said, and as he lifted his eyes to her face they shone heavy and dark through a man s difficult tears. "I must win you." He crushed her fan between his hands as he spoke. Many men had looked at her so since the first one, and suddenly a wave of utter weariness swept over her. She told herself she was tired of seeing love in men s eyes. It amounted to so little, and it was all so much alike since that first love. She pressed the back of her clasped hands to her eyes. Arthur was talking again, but she did not hear. What was life for? she asked herself. What was left in life 161 THE EVASION for a woman who was tired of seeing love in men s eyes ? " Is there anything I can do that I do not do ? " she heard him saying, and then she looked at him to find that her fan was in danger of destruction at his hands. She bent over and rescued it quietly. " It is very valuable," she explained. " Is there anything you would like me to do ? " "Yes." " What is it ? " he asked eagerly. " I should like you to do something" "Something?" he repeated vaguely. " Yes. I don t care what it is, provided you do some thing, even if it is only going into a broker s office and cleaning out bottles." " But they do not have bottles in brokers offices. At least, they ought not to have them," he answered, with an unwilling smile. "Well, wastebaskets then. They must have waste- baskets. I know you do not need to work for your living, but you ought to work for your character." " I see. You want me to go into business." " I want you to want to go into business." " I will begin to-morrow ! " he cried enthusiastically, springing to his feet. " But you don t understand," she protested. " I do not want you to do it for me." " I cannot pretend I am doing it for any one else. But I know what you mean, and you need n t think I take it that you are making my work a condition of 162 ARTHUR S WOOING your loving me. Only I shall feel that I am pleasing you. You did mean that it would please you?" he asked anxiously. " Yes, Arthur, but " - " Oh, that s all right. It s enough to give all my time just to pleasing you. And I shall keep on hop ing for the best. I think it will all come right in the end." His buoyant temperament asserted itself triumph antly at the new prospect, and his face was radiant as he offered her his arm. " We must have this waltz," he said. " Who knows that it will not be my last, if I am to buckle down to cleaning wastebaskets for my character and you ! " CHAPTER VI A MEETING AT MIDNIGHT O N this occasion Arthur was as good as his word. It was several days before Gladys heard from him, and then late one afternoon he came to say that he had taken a position in a prominent note broker s office, and would be at work there daily from nine until six o clock. " What is a note broker ? " she asked. " As near as I can make it, he stands between the people who borrow and the people who lend; he se cures collateral " " That is enough," she interrupted quickly. " Col lateral is a dreadful word, and I am sure that I could never understand anything about it. What are you going to do in the office?" " I shall know more in a few days. I begin to-mor row. Are you glad ? " he asked. There was wistful- ness in his eyes and voice as he stood above her with his back to the fire, and put his question. " Yes, I am very glad," she assured him warmly. " I think it will make a man of you, Arthur, and it is n t manly to be always leading cotillions and giving dinners and talking to pretty women." 164 A MEETING AT MIDNIGHT " I have not had much to say to more than one of them all winter," he said. So Arthur went to work, and with the thought of Gladys in his heart he worked most faithfully, often sacrificing late hours at night for early ones in the morning. Leaving a dance early, he could not take a partner for the cotillion, and evening after evening stood among the ballroom derelicts, those partnerless men who block the doorways, while he waited for the one hour de voted to supper, which he always took with Gladys. Seeing him pale from forced work, seeing the look in his eyes that followed her constantly, and the radi ance of the smile that met hers, Gladys was touched. " I am very fond of Arthur," she told her aunt. " I do not see how any one could help being so, and I wish oh, I wish that I could say yes." " Cannot you, cherie ? " " No." " Why not ? He seems to have everything." " I know. But I simply cannot, that is all." " Then do you think it quite fair " " Oh, Aunt Edith ! This from you ! " Gladys rallied her gayly. " Must I explain things to you in your own words ? My dear, a man s love is the least of things to worry about. Do you remember telling me that long ago ? I have found out that it is true. I am making a man of Arthur by putting him to work, and by the time he is a man he will be ready to love some one else, who will benefit by my efforts." 165 THE EVASION Arthur was too ingenuous to hide his condition, and it was known and commented on by his world. " There are so many men who can grub in a State Street office ; there is not another man in Boston who can be so decorative and useful in a ballroom. Why couldn t you have left him to us, Miss Lawrence?" an older man asked one evening, just after Arthur had left her at the entrance of a grove of evergreens, where he had brought her ices and talked of love. The girl s social triumph seemed at its zenith that night. When the cotillion ended, at four, two of the ushers helped in carrying her flowers and favors to the carriage, and at her own door the footman lifted an armload of them into the house. She found the hall less faintly lighted than was usual at that hour, and the still fragrant odor of cigar smoke pervaded the atmosphere. " Uncle Willie must have had a late visitor," she thought, dropping into one of the big armchairs that was drawn close to a smouldering fire. Her fur-lined evening cloak slipped from her shoul ders, making a nest from which her little person, that was incased in pale satin and silver, gleamed dimly through the gloom. She nestled back with a sigh of relaxed content, and the warm, still solitude of the house enveloped her like a benign -presence. By the faint glow of the fire lay her flowers and cotillion favors in a confused, gayly colored profusion, and she smiled drowsily as her eyes fell upon them. They sig nified the triumph of her personal charm. They were 166 A MEETING AT MIDNIGHT a symbol of the adulation, the brilliant ease and lux ury, of her present existence. Her thoughts roamed idly and happily through the events of the evening as well as of evenings past and to come, and the conscious ness of Arthur s chivalrous devotion drifted through these thoughts like a fragrance, for she had suffered no recurrence of the temporary fatigue caused by see ing love in a man s eyes. His roses lay at her breast, and detaching one of them she passed it over her cheek, which was still warm from dancing; but she was very sleepy, and almost immediately turned her head, pillowing it upon her hand. In another moment she would have been asleep, but a sudden noise broke the silence. At first she wondered if she could have been dreaming, and then she heard it again, the moving of a chair in the library above her, followed by muffled footsteps on heavily carpeted floors. It was not her uncle s footstep, and there should be no other man in the house. Kecalling every burglar story she had ever heard, she sprang to her feet with the intention of slipping into the telephone-room which was near at hand, and where, after securely locking the door, she could call the police. But it was too late. A man was coming down the shadowy stair case, and, while she could only stand motionless, he advanced toward her through the hall. She was ex ceedingly frightened, but she was even more angry, and her hand was on the bell when he paused sud denly and saw her. The man was Dick. 167 THE EVASION Her heart seemed to stop, while, breathless and wide- eyed, she looked at him. In the dim light he appeared unsubstantial, pale, his heavy features more prominent, his eyes more deeply set than when she had last seen him ; but with his face before her a wave of memo ries swept her mercilessly. She could almost have cried aloud with the pain of it, during what seemed the timeless period in which they faced each other, motion less and silent. And then, without a word, he passed into the dark ness at the other end of the hall. There was an inrush of cold air as he opened the front door, and she heard it close behind him. She did not think that she had seen a vision, or dreamed a dream, but knew clearly that Dick Copeland in the flesh had passed by her, and gone again into the night. It was then that a sus picion came to her, a suspicion hideous, grotesque, wounding as a blow. There was another sound in the house, the grating of another chair on the library hearthstone, and a step, unmistakably her uncle s this time, in the hallway above. In another moment, she had passed up the wide stairway, and was at his side. " You knew he was here, Uncle Willie ? Then you knew he was here ? " she whispered breathlessly. " My dear ! how pale you are ! " "But Dick Copeland you knew he was in the house ? He was visiting you ? " " He passed the evening with me," answered Mr. Stanwood, with an unusual gravity on his heavy face. 168 A MEETING AT MIDNIGHT "Oh! I thought I thought" She felt an im pulse to hysterical laughter which was controlled with difficulty. " Why did he come here ? " " He is working in one of my mills, and wished to speak to me of a threatened strike. I saw him by acci dent last week, and asked him to visit me here." He paused uneasily, evidently wishing to say some thing more, and was still struggling with the impulse when his niece mounted the stairway leading to her room, and her threatened disappearance in the gloom above demanded desperate measures. " Gladys," he called, " Gladys, I want to speak to you, my dear." She hesitated, and leaned over the banisters to listen. Poised in her gleaming dress between the shadows above and the uncertain light beneath, with her pale face, and her eyes with the desperate laughter in them, she appeared as some bright but unhappy sprite. " What is it, Uncle Willie ? " At this point, Mr. Stanwood made a superhuman effort to overcome his shyness. " Did you care about Copeland enough to marry him before " Gladys had started visibly under the bluntness of his attack. " No, I did not," she answered hastily. " No ! no ! How can you ask such a thing ? " " I wanted to know," he answered, fingering his collar uneasily. " Sometimes a girl does not answer quite 169 THE EVASION truly when she is questioned on these subjects at least, so I have been told. Sometimes they deceive themselves as well as others. Are you quite sure, my dear, that you are not deceiving yourself, or me, upon this subject ? " " I am not one of the women who deceive myself, or others." " No, I suppose not ! Of course not ! " he assured her hastily. " I was foolish to think it, only there are some things one must be very sure of very sure in deed. There is one more question I should like to ask you"- " I hope it is not a long one, Uncle Willie, because I am very sleepy," she said, with over-brilliant, sleep less eyes. " I am very sleepy, and it must be nearly day." " Are you going to marry Arthur ?" asked her uncle. " Am I going to marry Arthur ! " she repeated blankly. " Am I going to marry Arthur ! I think the world is mad mad as the March hare s tea-party to-night. No, I am not going to marry Arthur. No ! A thousand times no ! Shall I say it again ? Do you think I am still deceiving myself and you ? I am not going to marry Arthur. I was not going to marry Dick Copeland, and I thank God I thank God for that ! And now I hope you are satisfied, Uncle Willie, for if you ask me one more question I believe that I shall sit down on the stairs and have hysterics." CHAPTER VII ANOTHER MEETING JL DON T suppose you have any real objection to meeting Richard Copeland, have you ? " Gladys was taking afternoon tea with a friend when the question was put to her. " You know there are queer stories about him," whispered her hostess. " I know," answered Gladys, stirring her tea. She was dressed in lilac velvet with a gray fur collar that had slipped from her shoulders, and there were fresh Parma violets in the lace at her breast. Her per sonality, rare, exquisite, and vivid, was as usual the controlling force in the room ; and she felt sufficiently well-poised on a wave of social ascendency to bear with the mention of Dick, and, if necessary, with his presence. The other night, unsupported by companionship or the excitement of adulation and conquest, in the dark ness wherein there was no sound but the voices of her own memory, she had been caught defenseless. " How does he happen to be coming here ? " she asked. " Well, you know he was Phil s great friend all through college, and he never would believe one single 171 THE EVASION word against him. So since his accident Phil s ac cident, I mean Mr. Copeland has been here to see him often, and since the big strikes are on he has come every day because, you see, he is out of work. Does n t it seem simply too absurd for words that any one with all that money should work in a mill ! " Gladys s hostess, Mary Whiteside, was a colorless little girl with amiable and tremulous ideas. Her flickering conversation bristled with superlatives that seemed an unconscious defense against her lack of per sonal emphasis. " You know he has heaps and heaps of money, and it seems as if he must be terribly mean to work for a dollar or two a day, but Phil says " " Do you expect him here, Mary ? " " Oh, I hope you don t mind," said Mary almost tearfully. " Because, you see, the doctor is here now, and Phil said that if Mr. Copeland came before he went, I was to ask him ask Mr. Copeland, I mean in here and give him some tea, and I don t dare not to. The other people are strangers, and probably never heard of him. But if you won t speak to him What shall I do?" " I should be perfectly willing to speak to him, only I am not likely to have a chance, for it is time I went home," said Gladys, rising as she spoke, but Mary held her by the sleeve. " Don t go. Don t leave me to do it all alone," she entreated. " I can t talk to strange men, and Mr. Copeland makes me nervous because I never know 172 ANOTHER MEETING what I think about him. Besides, he is here now. I hear him in the hall with mamma." Gladys heard him also, and, with an impulse she could not have analyzed, she sat down again. " You are very kind, Mrs. Whiteside, but I am hardly dressed for an afternoon tea." His vibrant and compelling voice was speaking just beyond the portieres, and Gladys drew in her breath sharply, for it was the voice of the man she had honored above all other men, of the man she had nearly loved ; and it held memo ries of the highly wrought, expectant hours of her girl hood. " This is not an afternoon tea," protested Mrs. Whiteside, still invisible, "and Mary is expecting you." " It is only the loss of the man I thought he was that hurts," Gladys assured herself. " He is deserving only of contempt." " No one is here but one or two of Mary s Philadel phia friends, and Miss Lawrence," continued Mrs. Whiteside. There was a pause. " He was born a gentleman, so perhaps he will not come in now," Gladys told herself ; but the next mo ment Dick had followed his hostess into the room. Mary introduced him to her friends with a more than usually palpitating manner, and then turned to Gladys with a look that confessed her inability to deal with the social emergency, and implored aid. The instinct to save an awkward situation is a point of honor with the 173 THE EVASION woman of the world, and Gladys responded to the de mand of the moment. " I think you must have met Mr. Copeland," said Mary timidly, after which she felt what she described later as a desire for the ground to open and swallow her up, for she remembered a report to the effect that Miss Lawrence and Richard Copeland had been engaged just before he fell into disgrace and disap peared. But Gladys began to speak easily in answer to her introduction, and Mary s suspicions were calmed. " Why, yes, Mr. Copeland and I met some years ago," Gladys was saying, in her lightest and easiest manner, " and curiously enough " she had been looking at some distant spot over Dick s shoulder, and now turned from him to address the man on her right " curiously enough, we met about a month ago, one night after I came home from a dance. He had been spending the evening with my uncle, but I did not know that, and when he came through the hall " she paused to give a light touch of arrangement to the flowers at her breast "I was afraid, because when I saw him I thought he must be a thief," she added deliberately, with her delicate smile. Dick received the insult without a change in the impassivity of his face, nor was there a trace of flinch ing or discomposure in his attitude. Mary, who was one of the three who understood the hidden allusion, laughed hysterically. " How perfectly absurd ! " she cried. 174 ANOTHER MEETING " It was perfectly natural," said Dick, in a tone as deliberate as Gladys s own. The tone startled her. How had he dared ? For one brief, unwilling instant she looked at him, realizing that he seemed to have grown ten years older, and was rough and strong and stern as she had not remembered him. Then the hand, knotted and scarred, that held his hat arrested her attention. She had seen such hands on the man who drove her father s plough. An invisible force seemed to drag her eyes upward till they met his, and there they found an incredible thing, for Dick was looking at her with something akin to grave scorn. Had this man, who was a proven scoundrel, who had fled from honorable society, and found refuge among the raw and crude masses of those who labor, come back to her world in his rough clothes, bearing on his person the marks of a brutalizing toil, to stand in her presence unashamed and look at her with scorn in his eyes ? She told herself that she must be mad or dreaming ; but she knew that she was neither, and that Dick Cope- land, whom all honorable men must despise, stood be fore her a more vital and dominating fact than any that had come into her life. " Won t you have a cup of tea, Mr. Copeland ? " she heard Mary ask, and her consciousness underwent a swift and mechanical readjustment to the demands of the moment. "Thank you," answered Dick; "I will." He merci fully moved away from her, and the man on her right claimed her attention. 175 THE EVASION " I wish you would go on with what you were telling us before Mr. Copeland came in," he said. " What was I telling you ? " " Why, about those people you met in Rome, those popes and kings, and the descendants of the Guelphs and Ghibellines." " I only met one pope and one king," said Gladys. " Mary, will you give me another cup of tea ? As for those descendants of the Guelphs and Ghibellines "- she gave a graceful foreign gesture of disparagement, " my sister would call them effete," she added. " All the same, Gladys, every one thought you were going to marry one of them," said Mary, from the tea- table. " I am very tired of hearing about being married," said Gladys. " Why should a woman marry ? What can marriage give her that she has not already ? Save a husband, and that would be such a doubtful gift." " Oh, I say, Miss Lawrence ! " " You are not qualified to say anything, Mr. Kings- ley, because you never had a husband, and never will have one. The nearest you can ever come to a husband is being one, in which case you would be less than ever entitled to judge of him." Gladys felt that she was breathing as though she had been running hard. " Miss Lawrence s tea is ready. Will you take it to her ? " said Mary, and Dick approached Gladys again, carrying teacup and sugar bowl. "I wish I could think it was a nightmare," she 176 ANOTHER MEETING thought. On taking the cup from his coarsened fingers her hand shook so that some of the tea spilled into the saucer. " One lump or two ? " he asked. " None, thank you," she answered, putting her cup hastily on the table. " After all, every girl must marry sometime," con tinued Mr. Kingsley. "Why?" asked Gladys. " Oh, well, because why, you would find life so beastly dull without it. Particularly if you live in Boston, where most single women go out of society after their second year, and take to kindergarten or discus sion clubs." " But one could get used to discussion clubs just as one does to Boston east winds and baked beans. In fact, I have already begun to get used to them. I went to an Ibsen drama the other day, and discussed it at a lunch club which exists for the sole purpose of en abling people to say what they think, and why they think it." " By Jove, Miss Lawrence ! I would not have thought it of you." " But you see, I am already at the end of my first season." By this time Gladys felt sufficiently composed to hold her teacup. " After all, I am going to ask Mr. Copeland to give me some sugar," she said, to prove that she was her own mistress again. 177 THE EVASION He was standing at no great distance, with change less eyes on her face, and he handed her the sugar as she spoke. This time her hand did not shake. " I am already at the end of my first season," she continued, " so I thought I must begin to educate my self by hearing an Ibsen play." " What did you make of it ? " " Nothing," she said. " There was a man in it who built nurseries for the children of men. If you ask me why he built nurseries, I cannot tell you, unless it was because there were no children to occupy them. He also built high towers, for no appreciable reason but because he was afraid to climb them. I made nothing of it nothing at all." At this point Dick spoke for the first time. " Do you think the childless never build nurseries, and that men have never reached for heights beyond their grasp ? " he asked slowly, in his grave voice. Gladys did not lift her head, and she seemed to hear more than he had spoken, though she could not have told what it was. A little pause followed ; then she rose. " I must go, Mary," she said, " it is late." " But your carriage has not been announced." " When it comes, say that I have gone. Good-by, Mr. Kingsley, though that is not exactly the word, for we shall probably meet about midnight at the Allisons . Good-by." Dick Copeland was vaguely included in a general farewell, and Gladys left the room. Mary followed her into the hall. 178 ANOTHER MEETING " I never can thank you enough for staying," she said, helping her into her coat. " And the worst is over, for I think the doctor must come down directly." " But I said a hateful thing, Mary." " You mean about about the thief." " Don t. The word hurts. It was a hateful thing. I wonder why I said it. It was rude to you and brutal and unwomanly, and he looked as if he thought so. The only comfort about that is that it cannot possibly matter what he thought or looked. Where is my muff? Can t you find it ? No, I cannot stay and talk things over. There is nothing to talk over, and I want to go home." The portieres separated again, and Dick came into the hall. " I beg your pardon, Miss Whiteside, but did I understand Miss Lawrence to say that she was going to walk home alone ? " "I cannot make her wait for the carriage," said Mary. " You must not go alone," he continued, addressing Gladys directly. " The streets are unsafe at this hour. Unemployed men are about, and a woman was sand bagged near a back alley only last night." Gladys lifted her eyebrows as she fastened the fur at her throat. "lam not afraid," she said. " Good-night, Mary," and she passed swiftly from the house. " Is it really and truly unsafe ? " asked Mary tremu lously. " Oh, what shall I do ? Gladys is so so " " Phil is not ready to see me yet," interrupted Dick, 179 THE EVASION picking up his hat. "I shall be back in half an hour." Gladys walked rapidly, forgetful of unemployed men and the possible sandbaggers, though the streets were lonely and empty, as it is characteristic of Boston s fashionable quarter to be. " He was trying to make an excuse to walk home with me," she told herself. " He is bold and unashamed. Everything I find out about him seems to make it worse. He deserved what I said, and yet he looked at me as though he were ashamed for me rather than for himself. And then he dared he dared to try and walk with me ! He used to be kind. I remember the time he car ried a hurt puppy for two miles. Perhaps he would be kind now ; dishonest people sometimes are, and if he knew how it tortured me to see him, if he knew I wonder if he would keep away." She looked at the stars, unconscious that the tears lay on her face. " It seems as though there could be no good in all this world, in any God or any man unless there were some good in Dick " she whispered. At that moment she passed one of those back alleys which split the blocks of handsome residences in two with a narrow space of perilous darkness, and from it a figure darted to her side. " You come along with me," a man said, in a thick voice ; but before he could touch her or she could cry out, another man stood in his place. The whole inci dent occurred so quickly and noiselessly that her pace was hardly interrupted, and she found herself walking 180 ANOTHER MEETING as she had walked before, with the difference that Dick Copeland was at her side. " By what right did you follow me ? " she said, in a stifled voice. " It was impossible for you to walk home alone." " A policeman would have come." " Did a policeman ever come when he was needed ? " He spoke evenly ; almost, it seemed, as though he were sorry for her and wanted to make the situation as easy as possible. Fortunately for Gladys, she was not far from home, and a few minutes of silence brought them to her own door, where he mounted the steps to ring the bell for her. " I will wait until the door is answered," he said, for the house was on the corner of another alley. " If he knew how his presence tortured me, I wonder if he would go away," she repeated to herself. But, forced to recognize that he had done her a real service, she spoke to him with uncertain, unwilling lips. " I thank you, Mr. Copeland." The door opened at the other end of the vestibule. Dick lifted his hat, and for one instant as he stood facing her in the stream of light, the control of his well- guarded face gave way. For one instant before leaving he looked at her with his naked soul in his eyes, and under the sadness and the love and the power of that look Gladys turned suddenly faint. She knew that he loved her as he had years ago, and her strength seemed to be leaving her utterly as she passed up the vestibule steps and into the house. CHAPTER VIII AFTERMATH THAT evening, while waiting till it was time to dress for the ball, Mrs. Stanwood reproached her niece for not having come home in the carriage. " They say it is not safe for women to walk alone after dark, now that there are so many unemployed men about," she said. " I did not walk alone," answered the girl, adding, with a bitter and unhappy smile, " Dick Copeland came with me." " Dick Copeland ! I am very sorry. You should not have been subjected to such an annoyance." " It was the most serious annoyance I have ever been subjected to in my life," said Gladys. Toying with the paper-cutter on the table beside her she looked at it with half -open, brilliant eyes. " But I found out certain things about myself that it is well to know," she continued, with the same smile. " He had changed grown rougher, sterner, bigger. He was dressed Heaven knows how. His hands were the hands of a day laborer rough, scarred, and broken down at the nails. He was unashamed. He did not show the delicacy one would expect even from a dishonest man who was born a gentleman and I liked him ! Think of that, Aunt 182 AFTERMATH Edith ! I liked Dick Copeland, the dishonest man, the people s demagogue ! I did not think I was one to like that sort of a person, did you ? But you see, that is what I learned this afternoon. I knew that I liked him as soon as I heard his voice outside of the room, and when he came in I liked him more. I liked the things he said and the way he said them, and all the time I despised him. What is a woman to think of herself who feels like that ? What is a woman to think, except that she is utterly contemptible ? " " My dear child, it is all perfectly natural. You liked what you believed him to be, and not having seen him since his disgrace you still confuse what you thought he was with what he is. There is nothing to agitate yourself about." But Gladys was not listening, and suddenly she turned her cheek against the back of the chair with the movement of a child in pain. When she spoke her voice was low and pitiful. " If you could have seen his hands," she said. " I do not see how they can ever look like a gentleman s hands again. There was one scar he must have had a cut that nearly took his thumb off to make a scar like that. I wonder if he if people who are hurt have to go on working just the same. I suppose they cannot afford to stop just because they are tired, or ill. Of course this does n t apply to him, because he has thousands in the bank, and can stop any moment he chooses. But he looked as though he had worked hard ; his hands were knotted and coarse. I can t forget them. I do 183 THE EVASION not feel as if I could ever forget them. Not because they belong to to any one I know, but because they make me think of the millions of others of the honest hands that look like his. It does n t seem fair, does it ? It does n t seem fair that part of the world should have hands like his, while the other part look at mine ! " She held her palm against the light. "It is so delicate the light shines through. It might have been nourished on dew and flowers. I am ashamed, and if I were God I should be ashamed to have made such a world. I think I will give up luxuries. It is n t fair for one to have them if another does n t. I think seeing Dick Copeland s hands has made a socialist of me. I think Aunt Edith!" she exclaimed, in a different voice, " I am talking like a fool ! Why don t you stop me ? " " I have been waiting for a chance, cherie. It is time the season ended, for I think you are tired and over wrought." " Yes, that is probably it," answered the girl, sud denly grown pale and listless. " I am tired." " Your moods tire you ; you have so many of them. And I occasionally notice in you a tendency to being dramatic, as to-night, for instance. You should avoid it as much as possible, for it will make you old before your time, and is of no use to yourself or any one. Nothing that life can bring is worth being dramatic about." Gladys thought languidly for a while, and then she rose. 184 AFTEKMATH " It is time to dress for the ball. I am tired, but I think I shall go. There is so much less chance of being dramatic at the dance than in staying at home and trying to rest." A few days after this episode Mr. Aldrich made one of his monthly visits to Boston, and took tea with his old friend ; though during the winter each had become conscious of an intangible cause of irritation against the other. "I wish that you could keep your ward where he belongs," she said on this occasion. " It is so very difficult to know where that is," said Leslie Aldrich. " Where would you suggest ? " " I should not suggest a drawing-room." " Has he been seen in any lately ? I am glad to think he may be coming to his senses." Mrs. Stanwood related, in part, the meeting at the Whitesides , while Mr. Aldrich listened attentively. " And he annoyed your niece ? Too bad ! too bad ! But you can hardly expect me to do anything about it. I never see the fellow, and if I did I could no more prevent his handing Miss Lawrence a cup of tea and making inappropriately intelligent remarks, than I can his attempts to turn the established order of society topsy-turvy, or his theories for making himself uncom fortable. I have no objection to theories, as such. I have known successful men who made collections of them. It amuses them as it does your husband to col lect beetles, and it amuses their friends considerably 185 THE EVASION more. A man may hold as wayward and pretty an as sortment of theories as one can find in a well-bred luna tic asylum without inconvenience to himself, provided he does not live his theories. But Copeland lives his and wants every one else to live them. He is a practical romanticist, so to speak. He believes in a working ideal. Que voulez-vous ? " Leslie Aldrich shrugged his shoul ders with a nervous gesture of irritation. " What can one do with a man like that ? He is one of the star- gazers who will trip over a dung heap, and there is no knowing where he will bring up. It may be in prison, and then the world will call him a law-breaker; or he may die in want and neglect, and the world will dub him a fool and a failure. On the other hand, he may go down to history as a reformer and martyr. Who can tell ? Best or worst, it will all be a trick of fortune. In the meantime I have allowed my cigar to go out in order to talk about him, and it annoys me exceedingly to have my cigar go out. Whichever way I look at it, the fellow annoys me." Striking a match on the sole of his boot, and com forted by his next smoke wreath, Mr. Aldrich took a more cheerful view of the situation. " After all, he is very young, and though youth is the most dangerous of diseases, it is one that is sure to be outgrown. He may marry and settle down in his own station before he is thirty." Mrs. Stanwood held the fire-screen before her face, and yawned slightly. " I am tired of hearing about him," she said. 186 AFTERMATH Leslie Aldrich puffed silently at his cigar for a few moments. " Let us then talk of something, or some one, more agreeable," he answered. " Let us talk of Arthur Davenport. It would be quite impossible to forget one s cigar in discussing that young man. He strikes me as possessing unusual capabilities for collapsing under pressure. How is his suit progressing ? " "His suit?" " My dear Edith, you should be far too clever a woman to try evasion with me. However, I am an swered. Your niece has not yet accepted him. I met her in the hall," he continued. "We had a few words." " How did you think she was looking ? " Mr. Aldrich paused before answering. "I do not know," he said at last. " Dear Leslie, you are growing positively oracular." " My cigar has gone out again," he remarked. " It must be, in some way or other, a very poor cigar." " Try one of Willie s," she suggested. "Thank you, but I can never endure any brand but my own." He selected another from a silver case in his pocket, and lit it carefully. "Miss Gladys was very gay," he continued, "but she has lost the poise, careless and true as a bird s, which was hers three years ago. She looks as though life had got hold of her somewhere, and I think it pos sible that life will hold her pretty hard before she gets 187 THE EVASION through with it. She will never be happy with any thing that you can give, Edith." Mrs. Stanwood mused for a while behind the fire screen. " Sometimes I think that you almost hate me," she said at last. " Men sometimes do end by hating the women they" "Exactly," he finished. "But I do not hate you, though I have loved you long and well, and because of you I stand to-day at the end of my life with utterly empty hands and heart." " If they are empty, it is your own fault. What do you complain of ? " " You have ruined my life." "My dear Leslie! that is so exceedingly fool ish." " You have ruined my life," he continued, as quietly and dispassionately as though he were discussing a microbe. "I was not what you call a high type of man in the beginning, but I had some ability, and I was, to a certain degree, affectionate. I could have gone far in the diplomatic career, but I gave it up because it did not leave me at liberty to follow you. I could have married and loved my wife. I do not say that I should have been faithful to her, but I should have loved her and my children. For you I gave up my career. For you I gave up the woman who would have been my wife, and any possibility of better things that was in my nature!" A bitter intensity had crept under the calm of his manner, just as the 188 AFTERMATH sluggish blood was creeping under his withered skin. " Because of you I am a cynical, useless, lonely old man to-day." "I am sorry, Leslie, I am sorry," she answered softly. " You plucked the grapes. Is it my fault that they were poison?" He looked at her with a twisted smile. "Have you a bit of heart tucked away anywhere?" he asked. She looked at him with her singularly girlish smile. " Is that my fault, either ? " she returned. " I gave you what I had." He had risen, and stood looking down at her with his back to the fireplace. " In the meantime, why do you continue to come and see me ? " she asked. " I suppose you have formed the habit of it." " I think that is it," he admitted. " And then we speak the same language up to a certain point." He was breathing more heavily than usual, and the blood was still in his face. "It is n t always a pleasant habit these days, is it, my friend ? Neither pleasant for you nor for me," she said sweetly, though she was almost as angry as it was possible for her to be. " I have just thought of another grudge against this most charming of women," he said. " And that is ? " " It is because of you that I have suffered a lifelong shame." 189 THE EVASION She rose with a slight laugh. Neither of them saw Gladys standing just within the threshold. "Now, at last, you have surprised me," said Mrs. Stanwood. " Surprised you ! You are surprised that I should speak to you of feeling shame to you, whose husband has been my lifelong friend ? " At that moment they both saw Gladys, and, more than that, they saw that she had heard, and understood. CHAPTER IX FLIGHT Ti HAT evening Gladys received by her aunt s side at the entrance of the great drawing-room, and the next morning she returned to her old home. In the recoil of this intolerable revelation she knew that it would be impossible for her to share Mrs. Stanwood s home, or to accept more of her favor and kindness. It often happens that the aliens of humanity are not those who sin from overmuch life, but those who remain virtuous from too little ; and because there was lawless blood in the girl her heart might have sought some excuse for Mrs. Stanwood, had this serenely cold wo man been capable of a feeling sufficiently vital to cause her to suffer and to dare. But Gladys had seen much of the world ; open-eyed, fearless, inviolate, she had passed through a corrupt and decayed civilization, and she recognized her aunt as one of those for whom right and wrong hold no sig nificance, but who are controlled by policy to preserve the semblance of convention, and are rewarded there fore with respect and homage. She announced her proposed departure quietly, for she did not wish a quarrel or ill feeling. " I have decided that I had better go home," she 191 THE EVASION told Mrs. Stanwood ; and for a moment astonishment deprived that lady of speech ; but her ready and supple brain surveyed the situation rapidly, saw its hopeless ness, and adjusted itself to circumstances. " I think you are right, cherie," she said, after her moment of silence. " You have been looking tired for some time, and a good rest in the country is just what you need." But Gladys knew that her aunt understood. In the eyes of her world she went home to rest ; but it was difficult to continue the deception with her family. " I do not see why you came back, Gladys," said Miranda Lawrence ; " it was evidently not because you wanted to come." " I thought I had explained it," answered the girl with dreary patience. " Did you, indeed ? If you thought that, you must have less intelligence than I ever gave you credit for." " I did not feel like living with Aunt Edith any longer." " Yet you liked the life you led with her, and you liked her." Gladys admitted for the hundredth time that both of these things were true. She had been sewing all the morning in the mahogany fastnesses of the sitting-room, while her aunt mended a pair of Molly s golf stockings. The spring rain was gorging every water-spout, streaming from the edge of 192 FLIGHT a colonial porch, and guttering the avenue. Gladys was making herself a dress. In her girlhood there had been money enough to employ a village dressmaker ; but during the last months Professor Lawrence had lost property to a serious extent, a circumstance which caused the homecoming of his oldest and most extrava gant child to be looked upon in the light of a financial burden. " And there was no quarrel," continued Miss Mi randa, " yet you left her house suddenly, you have held no communication with her since, and brought with you nothing of either the clothes or the presents she had loaded you with during the three years since you first saw her. I never believed in Edith," she added firmly. " Aunt Edith has always been more than generous and kind to me," said Gladys. "And I should be with her now but for my own wish. I will take any blame there is. I owe her the happiest years of my life." " Then why not owe her some more of them ? You make it quite plain to us all that you are not happy here." " I am sorry, Aunt Miranda. You see, it is very dif ferent. I shall get used to it I must get used to it, for I shall probably live here all my life all my life ! " she repeated, with poignant emphasis that was in startling contrast to the listlessness of her former manner. Her sewing dropped to the ground. "You might pick it up," said her aunt, "but you 193 THE EVASION had better not go on with it. The more you do the more there will be for me to undo." Gladys controlled herself quickly. " I am doing it most vilely," she admitted ; " but if papa has lost so much money that we cannot afford to buy clothes, I must learn to make them. The next time I go to town I will get some Butterick patterns." " It is n t any harder for you to make your clothes than for Harold to give up going to college." " It may not be so hard," said Gladys. In the silence that followed Miss Miranda reflected upon the irony of a fate that had taken the luxurious member of the family off their hands during the time of comparative wealth, and brought her back at this moment of poverty. Gladys, sewing her seam " most vilely," looked from time to time at her aunt s face, which was thin and long, lacking in gracious lines, and at her aunt s hair, parted in the middle and drawn primly back into the old-fash ioned knot at the top of her head. Then she tried to recall the name of this knot, and it seemed to her that in some far-off dead existence she had heard it called a " P u g-" The lines of Miranda s figure were angular and uncompromising. Had she ever lounged ? It was inevitable that another figure should come before the eye of her mind, the figure of a woman graceful, elegant, luxuriously moulded, satisfying in every detail to sensuous demands and aesthetic taste. Every few days Arthur sent her flowers, opulent flowers, nourished in hothouses, and every Sunday he 194 FLIGHT came himself, bringing with him something of excite ment from the world that she had loved. He was puz zled and disturbed by Gladys s flight to the country, and begged an explanation from his aunt. "There is no quarrel," she told him. "We simply differed in a point of view. Think of parting company at the end of the nineteenth century because of a dif ference in a point of view ! Gladys is a very silly little girl. At the same time, she is one of the few women I was ever able to like, and I shall be glad to have her back." " I went out to see her yesterday, and she was mak ing a dress for herself," continued Arthur, with grave astonishment. " It does n t seem like you, Aunt Edith" he paused. " My dear boy ! she is more than welcome to her wardrobe, and it is much in the way here. But that child can no more live without pretty clothes than I can. Few things could bring her to her senses sooner than wearing a home-made gown or two, for to a woman with her genius for dress no amount of grati fied ideal could compensate for a badly hanging skirt. You see, I am playing directly into your hands." All that spring Gladys continued to make her clothes, and she was loyal in her application to such household duties as were thrown upon her by the dismissal of half the family servants. But while dusting the shelves containing old china, or darning stockings, she thought with bitter longing of the traffic of ideas, the inspira tion of the arts, the exercise of personal power, and the 195 THE EVASION men who had loved her while she lived out in the world. She looked into the years to come and saw them filled with nondescript, eventless days. She saw the wrinkles grow in her face and the gray in her hair, and life com ing to her with futile, empty, and withered hands. CHAPTER X SPRING spite of Gladys s efforts to be cheerful, her discon tent was sufficiently palpable to reach the perception of her absent-minded father. " She does n t look well," he told Molly one day. " I should think not," answered his browned and vigorous younger daughter. " Gladys never had flesh like any one else s, and now she is almost transparent. If she swallowed claret or anything bright, I think you could see it passing through her throat." This remark troubled the professor seriously, and was in his mind one day when, coming in from a morn ing walk, he found Gladys on her knees beside a flower bed. " I am afraid that my little girl is lonely," he said. She looked up and brushed the hair from her eyes with the back of her hand. " Of course it is quiet," she admitted. " Harold is away, and Molly is busy with spring examinations, and you are busy with germs, and Aunt Miranda never talks unless she has something to say. After all, there are so few things that are worth saying, but one need not stop talking because of that. Sit down, papa, on that stone. It is quite warm, and we can talk a little, 197 THE EVASION even though we say nothing. You don t mind my buy ing the flower-seeds, do you ? They cost hardly any thing. I used to love the garden, and I thought I would try to love it again." " But you are not very successful at loving it yet, eh, Gladys?" She looked off over the brown earth stretched pa tiently under the quickening warmth of spring sun shine. A wide, benign smile seemed to rest on the whole of nature, but the girl saw it as the face of a friend from which friendship has fled. " Something seems to have gone out of the world," she said. " I wonder what it is." "Things go out of the world for us all, sooner or later. But you are too young to have lost anything. I think you are tired from the gay winter, and a little lonely." The professor hesitated before continuing shyly, " Perhaps you are worried as to what you had better do about that very good-looking young cousin who sends you flowers every day." "Why, papa ! do you think that I am thinking of marrying Arthur ? " " Surely, my dear. Why else " " But you don t want me to marry, do you ? " " I should like my little girl to be happy, which she will never be in her old home ; and this Arthur is a charming fellow." " But I do not love him." Again Gladys looked out over the bare meadows, and unhappiness dwelt in her eyes. 198 SPEING " I shall never love any one," she said, " and so, of course, I shall never marry any one." Her father looked startled, and then fell to study ing the hole made in the ground by the point of his cane. " You cannot possibly know that even if there had ever been " He paused, conscious of indelicacy in seeming to question even his own daughter on such a subject. " There never was," said the girl. " Then surely you are unreasonable to think that there never will be." " It could not be Arthur in any case." The professor sighed helplessly. "He seems such a charming fellow," he said, " and I think he would make you happy." " Oh, please ! please ! papa, do not tease me ! " " But, my dear, I never meant " " It could never be Arthur. He is a very dear boy, I know, and I think that he is very fond of me and would try to make me happy. But Arthur could never under stand." " Understand ! " repeated the professor vaguely, feel ing very far from understanding himself, and disturbed by the rising excitement in his daughter s voice. " Yes. There are some people who know why you cry or smile. They know something of the things yovi would say when you are silent, and the unspoken words behind the words that you speak, and, what is more important than all, they know when they do not know. 199 THE EVASION But Arthur would never understand anything, and the more I explained the less he would know." The professor felt that he could sympathize with Arthur s condition of mental darkness. "There was one man who understood," continued his daughter, " and he was not a good man, he was not honorable " Her words halted as though the speak ing of them gave her physical pain. " I think I might some day have loved what I thought that man was," she continued in a lower voice, " and if I ever met any one who was what I imagined him to be, why, I might " " Perhaps you will meet such a man," suggested her father timidly. But Gladys shook her head. " I never shall. Never ! Never ! Never ! " she re peated desolately. " I suppose we are thinking of the same person." Gladys, supporting herself by her hand as she bent over the flower bed, did not lift her head, and kept a silence which her father interpreted as consent. " Are you quite sure that the charges against him are just, my daughter ? " he asked, in a low voice. " They are quite just," said the girl, speaking al most inaudibly as she bent over the earth. " They are true. He confessed them. And there are other things. He spends a great deal of money no one knows how and there is a woman the kind of woman " A painful flush swept her face and throat. The professor took off his hat and looked soberly into the crown of it. 200 SPRING " His father was my oldest friend," he said slowly. " It would have broken his heart. I am glad that he died." They spoke in the hushed voices of people al luding to a calamity. " If his mother had lived, perhaps he would have grown up into a good man," she said. " He loved his mother at least, he told me so." She lifted her head suddenly, with a bitter smile. "Perhaps that story also was a lie," she added. "What story?" Gladys rose, and the professor looked with surprise at the expression on her face. It was as though an acid had curdled the youth of it. " If I never ask anything of you again, let me ask this one thing," she said. " Never speak to me of Richard Copeland. He was my friend. I gave him the best that I had except my love, and I might have given him that if he had been what he seemed. As it is the world is too small, the seas are too shal low, the skies are too low to separate me from him as utterly as I would be separated ! " In his spare moments, the professor ruminated with considerable perplexity upon this conversation with his eldest daughter. "Poor little girl!" he thought. "It is hard to stumble over a scoundrel at the threshold of life. I wonder if she is as much or more hurt by the fall than she thinks ? " There was no answer to this question, and the professor shook his head over it with deep dis tress. " My poor little girl ! " he repeated. 201 THE EVASION A week passed, and the " green fire " of spring crept up from the lowlands. The brooding patience of the March landscape was flung off in an hour. All night the hylas piped shrill and sweetly in the marshes, and the day was full of beating wings, of stirring pulses, of mounting aspiring life a riot of life in earth and air and animal. And beyond what the eye could see or the ear could hear, beyond the farthest horizon, or the vanishing cloud, came the eternal and mysterious call of the springtide. "Perhaps you will be happier now that the real spring has come," her father suggested ; but Gladys answered with a swift and unexpected passion. " I think that I could bear anything in life any thing, except the spring ! " she cried ; and then tried to laugh away her intensity. " It makes you want things," she explained. "It makes you want big, wonderful things, mountain-tops, mid-oceans, distant lands." As she spoke, the flowerlike blue of her eyes was clouded by the ache of living, and her father looked at her with growing trouble. " I think that you need a change," he began, after a short pause, " and of course you will visit your New port and Bar Harbor friends this summer." " I could not possibly visit anywhere in clothes of my own making. Oh, papa, I am sorry I said that ! I didn t mean it as a reproach I didn t, really." With quick compunction, Gladys threw her arms about her father s neck, and then most unreasonably she began to cry with suffocating violence. 202 SPRING The professor patted her back awkwardly, and ven tured to suggest that there might be something on her mind that she did not confess ; but she answered with an indignant denial. " What should there be, papa ? How absurd men are ! Don t you see that I am crying ? Don t you see that I want to be by myself ? " Left alone, Gladys continued to sob, and as she wept she began to think of Dick. In a world blurred by her tears his figure loomed gigantic as the one overpowering fact in her existence. " He might have meant the happiness of my whole life if he had been what he seemed, and that is why I cannot forget him," she said, and continued to weep hopelessly with her head bowed into her hands. CHAPTER XI A WOMAN S DECISION NE day Harold sought a private interview with his elder sister. "I saw Arthur Davenport at his office to-day," he began, with a careful attempt at indiffer ence. " I thought he might help me to find something to do. And he was trumps, all right." " What did he suggest ? " " He says I must go through college." Harold ven tured an embarrassed sidelong look at his sister. " He says that my prospects of getting ahead in the future will be diminished about one half by the lack of col lege education and friends, and he wants to put me through himself." " Did you accept his offer ? " asked Gladys gravely. " What do you .take me for ? I had to speak to you first. Hang it all, Gladys! why do you make it so hard for a fellow to explain ? I could take a gift like that and pay it back some day, from a brother-in-law, but I can t from a comparative stranger. If you will only make up your mind what you are going to do, I can make up mine." This was the beginning of Gladys s torment. " Do you all want me to marry him ? " she cried once to her father. 204 A WOMAN S DECISION " My dear, if you could want to marry him, it would make us all very happy," he answered. Aunt Miranda took sides against her. " You have too many fanciful notions," she said. " The period of being in love is a very short one, and when it is gone the best that is left to go through life on is respect and affection you admit that you start with that. I do not think that a woman is called upon to make an unhappy or degrading marriage for the sake of her family, but to let a mere whim stand in the way of your brother s future, not to speak of the actual comfort of your father s old age for we are very poor seems to me actually wrong." " But it is not fair ! " she cried to Harold, in the one moment when her reserve broke down. " Why should I be sacrificed to your pride ? Take Arthur s offer as it was made, generously. But do not make me the cost of the gift." " Nobody wants to make you the cost of anything^" answered Harold. His young eyes were stern and hard ; but he forced himself to speak gently, out of pity for the wan misery of her face. " I don t know what Molly and Aunt Miranda are saying to you, but I don t want you to lift a finger on my account. I only want to know what you are going to do." " But I don t know I don t know what I am going to do ! " she cried desperately. Harold looked at her with the easy contempt of masculine youth. " I should think you might have plenty of reasons of your own for accepting a man like 205 THE EVASION that," he said. " You will never have such another chance, and you had better nail that up on your mirror where you can see it every day. Sometimes women behave as though they preferred being miser able." Arthur did his best in these days, though he would often have given up in despair but for the support and prompting of his Aunt Edith. " I can t work or play or do anything," he told Gladys. " You look like a ghost, and you are wretched in this God-forsaken place any one can see that ; yet you won t let me take you away and make you happy." " Are you sure that you could ? " she asked him, with a faint smile. " Are not you afraid the bill might be a heavier one than your credit could stand ? " " No, I am not. You were the gayest, happiest girl I knew before you came here to bury yourself alive ; and if you would come back among your friends, who are all longing for you, you would be again." " Which, Arthur, gay or happy?" " I should say they were pretty much the same thing." " They are quite, quite different." Arthur puzzled dimly over this remark, but he was too much in earnest to dwell upon its complications. "Haven t you changed your mind at all?" he pleaded. "Aren t you feeling it more possible than you used to ? " " I do not love you, Arthur." " Come without loving me, then ! " 206 A WOMAN S DECISION " Would you wish me to come that way ? " " I want you any way," he said. " Sometimes it seems as though I should go wild wanting you ! " So spoke Arthur in his most exalted hours, with his face touched and refined by the highest issues his life was to know. Before the woman he loved his nature w#s drawn to its full height, and, looking at him, this woman, who was thinking of becoming his wife, asked herself with a flash of bitter intuition if he were not standing at more than his height, if he were not, in fact, on tiptoe. " You could make the right kind of a man out of me, if you would take me," he said, as though in answer to her thought. " Are you not the right kind of a man now ? " He did not answer at once, for her words had roused the unwelcome memories that showed him to himself as he was, and he felt suddenly callous and quite old. Indulgence, praise, and easy pleasure had weakened the springs of his vital being, which had never been either deep or strong ; and in these moments of self -revelation life seemed a worthless and a shuffling thing in which nothing was worth a struggle, even the love of the woman he wanted. If Gladys had looked at him, she might have seen something of this in his face. " Do not come next Sunday," she was saying, in a voice unusually still and controlled. " Do not come next Sunday unless I send for you." Arthur stood for a moment in silence. " I don t want you to to do anything with the idea 207 THE EVASION of helping me," he said at last. " I am a poor stick, and I suspect I am not worth helping." He laughed drearily, and this was perhaps the most sincere and dis interested utterance of his life. The next day Gladys went out alone into the spring world that she had almost grown to fear because of its insistent appeal to everything she was trying to forget ; but the time had gone by for weakness, for futile com plaint, and the cherishing of her own misery. Sitting on the edge of a wide meadow that was brimful of sun shine, and where the rush grass rippled in the wind, and the birds went mad with joy, she deliberately faced her life. Bitterness, vanity, poverty, and paltry consider ations had come into it ; but was this enough to have despoiled it of bloom and fragrance ? Desolately she sat there, wondering why promise and hope should have fled so utterly. Once she had dreamed of a winged rapture And now that the years to come were marshaled for her inspection, she asked herself how she was to fill them, the eventless years of unfulfilled possibilities, the meagre years that she saw moving past her into the shadows of old age. And she pictured life as it might be as Arthur s wife, holding enriching and stimulating experience. She could not imagine that these things or any others could bring her happiness, though they would bring her life, of a kind. But like a presence in the noonday was a voice telling her that few wrongs could be greater than that of the woman who gives her self without her love. It was only an ideal. " But it 208 A WOMAN S DECISION would be selling it too cheap too cheap ! " she cried. For in her nature was something of the substance that goes to make poets and mystics. There were moments when she felt that the things of this world were not enough ; when she was conscious of the reality of unseen forces, of an ultimate harmony, a deathless beauty, a solemn significance in her relation to timeless laws. And now, facing a crucial hour in her life, she regained the sense of her own deepest being which had been dissipated by years of excitement and pleasure, and the need was upon her to choose the road that would lead to the dignity and righteousness of her inner life. By righteousness she meant beauty, for she had this in common with poets, that she loved the right chiefly because it was beautiful, rather than the beautiful because it was right. " For myself, for anything that it may bring me, I cannot do it ! " she repeated. And then she thought of others. She saw her father s face worn with care ; she saw her brother s life impov erished by the lack of opportunity which she could bring, and wondered how she could endure lifelong re proach in the eyes of those she loved. There were many who gave themselves that others might be saved, and held their lives well spent. This opportunity had come to her. What should she do with it ? Slowly and insensibly her existence had grown into a savorless thing, what matter, then, how she used it if others were helped ? Of what value was her ideal this dim and obscure ideal that dwelt on the heights of her 209 THE EVASION sou l beside an immediate human need ? If she bar tered the sense of her relation to eternal laws when she gave herself without love, what matter was it ? What was the unseen that lives should ache in its service ? And what was her own life that she should hesitate to yield it to others ? CHAPTER XII A MAN S EESOLVE _LL that spring and part of the summer Richard Copeland lay ill of a fever, and the elms in front of the hospital were yellowing under falling autumn suns before he was discharged. Stepping into the street for the first time, the noise and confusion of it smote his weakened nerves intol erably, and he walked uncertainly and feebly, like one already old. But Dick knew that the flood-tide of life was before him; and sitting in a public park by the river through long afternoons, feeling his strength re turning to him hour by hour, he reviewed the events of his past and planned his future. Without intention of giving up his work, he temporarily ceased to think of the toiling multitudes whose cause he wished to make his own. Their affairs appeared to him just now as dreary and unmanageable. But hungrily, gladly, and audaciously, he thought of the woman he loved. Gladys had been as a presence dominating his hours of delirium, and when he came back to the conscious ness of actual things, though apprehending them but dimly because of his mortal weakness, she was still strangely near. The black mist of her misunderstand ing hung between them ; but above the knowledge of 211 THE EVASION her brain, and higher than the testimony of visible proof, her inmost being seemed rising to meet him with triumphant recognition. At the second stage of his convalescence he left this fancy behind him, but remembered the moment at the door of her house when she had stood radiant in her vel vet and fur and violets, but facing him coldly. Then he had looked at her, and under the look had seen her face change and vibrate with passionate, unwilling sur render. He felt that she was nearer to loving him then than she had ever been during that wonderful summer ; and, with such wisdom as he had gained during the three years that had passed since then, Dick determined to tell her the truth. The boyish pride and defiance which had kept him silent in the beginning was un worthy of a moment s consideration when opposed to the stress of actual living, and for Arthur Davenport he had nothing but contempt, feeling no more com punction at brushing him from his path than he would have at disposing of a troublesome insect. But immediately upon this decision Dick had fallen ill, and now he tried his strength in the autumn sun shine, laughing at his incredible weakness, walking day by day a little farther, and wondering how long it would be before he could reach the corner from which an electric car could take him to Gladys. At these moments he felt an Olympian being, degraded to some thing less than man, by reason of his inability to walk to a street car. Humiliating considerations were necessary before he 212 A MAN S KESOLVE could reach her, and tell her that it was all nonsense, for he had never done the thing. The possibility of her disbelieving him never crossed the remotest region of his thought. The day came at last when he said, " I can go to morrow," and that afternoon he met Molly. There was nothing in her look or movement that remotely suggested Gladys ; but because she was her sister, Dick s heart leapt from the place assigned to it by nature, and his knees threatened ignominious col lapse. He even thought with longing of an adjacent bench, but succeeded in addressing her with superficial firmness. Molly seemed more than willing to pass him, and when he questioned her with regard to her sister s ad dress, she looked at him curiously before answering. It appeared that Gladys was in New York, and had been moving when last heard from. Mr. Aldrich would know where she was at present, and then, after a barely perceptible pause, Molly left him with the im pression that she had withheld important informa tion. Dick sat upon his bench and wrestled with a disap pointment that seemed of titanic proportions. In New York ! she might almost as well have been at the North Pole. Moreover, he felt dimly that circumstances were conspiring a second time to take her from him, and arrogance is not easy to one who is incapable of standing firmly upon his legs. But Dick was a fighter, and he did not sit long upon the bench, but rose and 213 THE EVASION walked to another one which was in the common, and which was reached by crossing an arid waste strewn with pitfalls of street-corners, and dangers of onslaught from perambulators guided by reckless and agres- sively healthy nursemaids. At last he sat again, after the longest walk since his illness. He was slightly out of breath, and weak in the knees, and thought with dismay of the necessity for getting back again. " But I shall go to New York on Monday," he said. It was Tuesday when Mr. Aldrich, to whom he had sent a brief note announcing his arrival, waited for him in the leather armchair by his library fire. He was suffering from gout in his right knee, and his face had the prematurely cadaverous look which is age s heritage from an unnaturally exhausted youth. Since last seeing Dick he had made up his mind to say cer tain things to him ; but he had waited eight months for a chance to say them, during which time his ward had disappeared as completely as though he were dead. Mr. Aldrich had been anxious, but now that Dick had come to the surface again he was irritated at the cause of his anxiety, and grumbled aloud as he looked into the fire. " He has been up to more damned foolishness," he said. During the eight months of Dick s silence certain things had happened, and as he waited and grumbled Mr. Aldrich wondered if Dick knew of them, and if he would care. " Mr. Copeland asks if you could see him for a mo- 214 A MAN S RESOLVE ment, sir," announced the butler, appearing noiselessly at the door. "Tell him to come up. Send him up!" said Mr. Aldrich testily; and when Dick appeared a moment later, he looked at him fiercely. To himself he was saying, " I am infernally glad to see the fellow." Aloud he said, " I have a bad knee and can t get up. What have you been doing with yourself ? " " Been ill," said Dick cheerfully. " You look it. What was the matter ? " "Fever typhoid with complications, bad dreams, hospital, and the rest of it. I am all right now." Mr. Aldrich tapped his armchair with his fingers, and looked as though he had received a personal af front; though not since the night of the disastrous game four years ago had his ward presented himself in so genial a mood. He seemed to have forgotten the suspicion under which he stood, or else to be discount ing it as unworthy of further consideration. "You went so long without drawing any money, that I thought you were dead," said Mr. Aldrich. " Why did n t you let somebody know ? " " I told them to notify you if I died." " Thoughtful of you ! " " I am sorry about your knee," said Dick. " What is it?" " Good living," growled the older man. " Gout," supplemented Dick. The other nodded. " I am sorry," added Dick. 215 THE EVASION "Then we agree about something at last. Don t become a tippler, Richard, whatever you are." Dick smiled a warm and brilliant smile. " I am a teetotaler," he said. " Is n t that worse ? " " The devil you are ! Why? No, don t explain. It s probably something to do with the greatest good of the greatest number, and I always disliked the greatest number, there is an unsavoriness about them which but never mind. Have you come for more money ? " " I cashed quite a check in Boston before leaving. No, I came to find out if you still have that old dress-suit case I left in the station four years ago. Some one told me they sent it to you." Dick smiled as he alluded to the night of his accu sation, which began to seem to him as fantastic and unreal as a bit of comic opera. Mr. Aldrich looked at him keenly for a moment. " So he has cut his eye-teeth," he thought with satis faction, and, ringing the bell at his side, he ordered the dress-suit case in question to be brought him. " What do you want with it ? " " There used to be a dress suit there. I want that." " My dear fellow ! what for ?" " Why do men usually want them ? I want to put it on. I am going to a dinner." "And you contemplate wearing a dress suit four years old ! " " I don t think the company will mind, it is a semi-political affair, and we are going to discuss labor measures. You probably don t realize," continued 216 A MAN S EESOLVE Dick, " that I am quite a famous personage. A re porter heard me give my name at the bank, since when I have been interviewed several times, and a publisher has approached me with the suggestion that I put my experience of Western mines into book form." As he spoke, Dick s sombre eyes shone with unex pected amusement, and Mr. Aldrich remarked silently that his ward was a new man, and hoped that a hos pital nurse was not responsible for the change. " So you have given up working with your hands, shoulder to shoulder with the perspiring proletariat," he said. "No, I want to experience more of the conditions in my own State," said Dick. " The fever stopped me in the middle of it." There was that in the younger man s expression which made Mr. Aldrich fear an exposition of said conditions, and he changed the subject hastily. " Did you happen to meet Arthur Davenport on the way upstairs?" he asked. " Arthur Davenport !" The exclamation was invol untary, and then a well-trained impassivity usurped the expression of Dick s face. " Was I likely to meet him ? " he asked. " Too late ! " thought Mr. Aldrich triumphantly. " He has betrayed it." Aloud he said, " No, you 11 not meet him unless you wish. He is confined to two rooms where he has been ill with a bad attack of grippe. The hotel was not exactly the place for him, and he was not ill enough for the hospital ; so, at the request of one 217 THE EVASION whose wishes it has been the study of my life to gratify, I brought him to my house. He has been here some days." And now, though Mr. Aldrich spoke with gentle and elaborate nonchalance, he looked sig nificantly at Dick. " He has been here some days," he repeated, " and is more agreeable than the average convalescent. But I have conceived a curious dislike to shaking hands with that young man." Dick met his look with eyes and face still guarded, for he had no intention of casting any suspicion upon Arthur which was not necessarily suggested by the declaration of his own innocence. But Mr. Aldrich felt that he was understood, and presently there came a subtle relaxation in Dick s attitude toward the room and its owner. A log on the fire collapsed into a shower of sparks, and he left the distant chair where he had been provisionally seated. " Shall I stir it up a bit?" he asked. Obtaining permission, he attacked it with capable hands, and then, drawing up an armchair that was companion to Mr. Aldrich s, he stretched himself in it luxuriously and looked about him. " Pretty jolly room you have here," he remarked. " I always used to think that when I grew up I would have a library with books piled so high that you had to reach them with a step-ladder, as you do here." " You are a good fellow, Richard, but you ve been an awful fool," stated his trustee abruptly. 218 A MAN S RESOLVE Dick dropped his eyes from the bookcases to the older man s face. " I have been a good deal of a jackass," he admitted. " I never thought you did it," continued Mr. Aldrich. " Thanks," said Dick briefly. "The older one grows, the more one realizes that any one is likely to do anything at any time ; but this seemed especially unlikely, and in the case of the other man it didn t." " We can leave the other man out of it." Mr. Aldrich looked at Dick with fierce old eyes. " That s as it may be," he said. The butler s entrance with a dress-suit case inter rupted the conversation, and Dick recognized his own property. " I ought to be going," he observed. " I must get a shave and a bath, and there isn t more than time enough, taking in the distance to and from the hotel." " What s the matter with going to the dinner from here ? I can offer you a comfortable dressing-room, though of course there is no inducement in the way of companionship." Under the grudging tone of this invitation Dick s sensitiveness enabled him to recognize a genuine wish for his company, which the lonely man was too proud to express. " I d like firstrate to stay," he said heartily. " Now that you are sure I am not suspecting you of taking my money behind my back," grinned Mr. Aldrich. 219 THE EVASION For the first time in several years Dick found his dress suit laid out for him, his bath drawn, his shav ing-water prepared, and in these things he luxuriated mightily. " I feel almost like a gentleman," he remarked, on returning to the library. There was a long, old-fashioned mirror between two bookcases, and he stood in front of it, surveying himself the while with some complacency. " I have n t had on a dress suit for four years, and I think I look quite well," he announced. " It would n t be my idea of the thing at all," said Mr. Aldrich. " What s the matter ? It bags a little because I have grown thin, but it was a first-class dress suit in its day." "In its day!" Mr. Aldrich lifted his hands. "My dear fellow, it is four years out of fashion ! " " I don t mind that," answered Dick comfortably. " There is where we should differ. You have some twenty thousand dollars in the bank, why don t you buy a new one ? " Dick laughed good-humoredly as he reseated him self by the fire. " What do you think of my hands ? " he inquired, holding them out. Mr. Aldrich put on his glasses and scrutinized them gravely. "They look less like a thug s hands than they did," he admitted. 220 A MAN S KESOLVE " That s what I thought. They improved consider ably in the hospital, but I don t suppose they will ever be really decent again. I am vain enough to object to those hands. They shock people." A grave and tender smile touched Dick s lips as he recalled the time he had passed Gladys the teacup. Then, leaning towards the fire and holding the poker between his knees, he asked his question, " What is Miss Lawrence s New York address ? " Mr. Aldrich s monocle dropped with a click. " Miss Lawrence s address ! " he repeated. " I was told you knew it." " Miss Lawrence well, the fact is that the lady in question is probably in the house at this moment." Dick looked up blankly. " I mean Gladys Lawrence." " I know who you mean. I am not an imbecile not quite yet ! " exclaimed Mr. Aldrich, who was con siderably upset by the question, as well as by the man ner in which it had been put. " She is here every day, nursing our mutual friend, Arthur Davenport. If you had lived where you belonged, you would have known that he has been trying to marry her ever since she returned from Europe. And he is one of those whom fortune favors." Dick sat motionless, with vacant face and eyes turned to his guardian, and for the moment he felt deprived of sensation or understanding. " Is she engaged to him ? " " I suppose you might call it an engagement of a 221 THE EVASION kind," answered Mr. Aldrich, with grim and dismal intonation. " Is she is it too late for her to know the truth about him ? " asked Dick, in a toneless voice. For an instant Mr. Aldrich hesitated. Then his eyes flashed, and he thumped the arm of his chair. " No, it s not too late ! not too late by a lifetime ! " he cried. Dick dropped his head on his hands. " So the hemp was spinning for my gibbet," he muttered, and it was some moments before he moved, for the weakness of illness was still upon him. Sud denly he rose to his full, gaunt height. " Where shall I find him ? " he asked. " In the room to the right of the front door, and he will be alone. This is his hour for sleeping while she goes to walk. Give him no quarter, boy! Don t let any hobgoblin of * plighted troth stand in your way. I wish I were you, with your youth and your chance and your prize to win ! " Dick was already at the door when Mr. Aldrich was smitten with indecision. Rising in strong excitement he hobbled after his ward. " Richard ! Confound this infernal knee ! Richard ! I say, don t forget you ve been ill, you are not fit for excitement. Perhaps I ought to tell you, it may be too late for her to listen to you." " It won t be too late for her to listen to him ! " answered Dick, from halfway down the stairway and without turning his head. 222 A MAN S RESOLVE The older man returned to his chair. " The boy smells powder," he muttered. " He will fight for his own ! And if he is conquered now by priests and conventions, I 11 never forgive him." After that he was quiet listening and waiting. CHAPTER XIII UNCHARTED WATERS J_N the room to the right of the front door Arthur lay asleep in a Morris chair, nor did he stir when Dick entered, and, turning up the light, stood looking down at him. Irresolution, inefficiency, and commonplace limitation lay on the sleeping face in helpless exposure ; but there was also the pathos of emaciation, some sweetness, and peace. It annoyed Dick that anything so incompetent, so manifestly helpless by reason of circumstance, as well as through weakness of nature, should be at his mercy ; but he stretched out his hand to wake him, and Arthur s eyes flew open and stared, incredulous and afraid. " You ! " he whispered. He seemed incapable of mo tion, and as though hypnotized by the powerful man above him. " Why have you come ? " he asked, his lips feeling their way slowly to the words. " When you are thoroughly awake and convinced I am not a nightmare, we will talk it over." Dick stood near the fire, with his elbow on the mantelpiece, and spoke with the rough, uncompromising strength that he had learned in dealing with humanity s brute forces. " What do you want? " asked Arthur. 224 UNCHARTED WATERS " I understand that you expect to marry Miss Law rence ? " For a moment Arthur stared silently, and Dick saw the old dread and entreaty gather in his eyes. " You have come back, I might have known " " Yes, I think you might. So it is true ? " "What?" " That you are thinking of marrying Miss Lawrence." Arthur seemed to hesitate before he answered. " I have been thinking about it for several years." " Then it s about time for you to think of something else." " What are you going to do ? " " I am not going to do anything." " You are not " " You are going to do it all." u J " " You are going upstairs now, to tell her the truth." A wave of passion swept the blood to Arthur s face, and then as suddenly left him dangerously white. "You can t mean that! " he said. " Oh, yes, I can," Dick assured him. " It is impossible. I can t do a thing like that now." He buried his head in his hauds. " I must think," he muttered. But suddenly he rose, and walked to and fro with the hurried, uncertain movements of a fright ened animal that seeks escape. " I must think. You have me at a disadvantage. If you can t consider me, consider her. Think of what it will be to her if she loves me." 225 THE EVASION " I don t believe she loves you, and if she does she had better get over it. No good nor happiness could come to a woman from loving you." " You have me at a disadvantage. I am not myself," continued Arthur, still moving about the room. " I am not myself. I am a sick man." " If it comes to that, so am I," answered Dick, who was disgusted to find excitement mastering him so that his hand shook visibly on the mantelpiece, " and in no mood to stand your weakened procrastination. Go up, and be done with it." " You look ill," said Arthur, as he paused in front of Dick with sudden and eager entreaty in his face. " We are neither of us ourselves. Wait, Copeland, wait till we can think it out quietly ! You were good to me once you helped me save myself." " I helped you damn yourself." "You helped me save myself," continued Arthur. " Help me again. My love was making a man of me. I know I have been a cad, but this is my one chance. I dare say I am not worth a chance, but don t take it away, Copeland. Leave me that, and the happiness which you made it possible for me to have." He pleaded rapidly, feverishly, without animosity, with the frank, winning ingenuousness of a child, so that Dick felt and wondered at the charm that could look through the eyes of such abjectness. " I can t think you will ask this of me when you have thought it over," he continued. " I can t think you would ask a man to tell the woman he loves the things 226 UNCHARTED WATEBS about himself you want me to tell. Why, it would be more than flesh and blood could bear. She is n t a woman one can lose. You know her, I used to think you cared for her yourself until you went off without explaining. You know something of what she is, though no one can know her as I do. I tell you I cannot lose her like this. You can t mean it. Wait and think it over, Copeland. Wait, for God s sake ! " Dick gave a movement of strong disgust. " Quit begging, Davenport, and save a rag or two of self-respect," he said. "I am not here to change my mind." Then Arthur dropped into a chair. He looked at Dick with fear and wonder, and wiped his forehead with his hand. " My God, Copeland ! you are a hard man," he mut tered. " I am not sure you are not a worse man than I am. I could not find the heart to stand up against a fellow like that." " I don t believe you could," said Dick. Arthur breathed heavily. " Why don t you tell her yourself ? " " Because it suits me better to have you tell her." "You love her!" cried Arthur, in sudden and vio lent excitement. " You love her ! What a fool I have been ! I thought you were working out one of your infernal ideals of abstract justice. You love her, and that is why you want to take her away from me ! But it s too late ! You can t have her ! I did n t tell you be fore because I thought it might make you more deter- 227 THE EVASION mined than ever ; but you can t have her, Copeland. To begin with, she hates the sound of your name " Dick s voice, still and contemptuous, cut sharply into the feverish agitation of Arthur s speech. " You pitiful coward ! " he said. " You love her ! " repeated Arthur, trembling with anger. " You dare to love her, and come here " Then Dick strode to Arthur s side, and, slipping a hand under his collar, jerked the limp figure to its feet. " Get up, you infernal white-livered scoundrel ! " he cried savagely. " You have skulked and shivered long enough. Go and tell her the truth. When she knows you for a cheat and a coward, you may come down again. Go now, before I give you the thrashing that s too good for you." Arthur staggered to the centre of the room, but there he paused. "There s some one at the door," he whispered, shiv ering violently. "You may wait till they go. I locked it for that purpose," said Dick. There was a pause while the door-handle was rattled softly, and the flame of Arthur s ineffectual anger sank till the old panic and entreaty lay naked and abject in his eyes. " She has come," he said, still whispering. " Arthur, Arthur ! " Gladys s voice, sweet and light, came from beyond the locked door. " Wake up, you lazy boy ! " " She has come. My God ! " 228 UNCHARTED WATERS Dick squared his shoulders. " Copeland what are you going to do ? " " I think I had better stay here and see you put it through," said Dick. " Arthur ! " she called insistently. " I can t do it, Copeland," his voice broke. " I love her. You must tell her what you will. I married her last month." He walked unsteadily to the door and fumbled with the key. "It turns to the left," called Gladys. "Helpless boy ! " she added, and her laughter, gay and soft, drifted into the room as the door opened and she en tered, fresh and radiant from a walk in the autumn wind. She was dressed in a walking-suit of golden brown, not so bright but that her hair was brighter ; and there were raindrops on her hair and face, and on the violets she carried. " Is it kind to lock me out when I have been all over the city hunting for the book you wanted ?" she con tinued gayly. " Is it kind, or " and then she saw Dick. There was an immediate silence. He never forgot the sudden arrestation of her motion and breath, or how the mirth, tenderness, and color left her as he looked. And, though she stood upright, he seemed to know that something within her reeled under the shock of this meeting. For a moment his own mind swung giddily. She was married ! Emotion, primeval in its cruelty and 229 THE EVASION violence, bore down upon him. She was married ! But, a rebel against social law, her marriage did not of itself set the seal to his silence. He tried to think, while the world continued to swing perilously before his eyes. It would be time enough by and by to go through hell on his own account ; for the present, he must think, and think clearly, for her. Union between this particular man and woman was an abomination, that much was clear. The law which bound them was arbitrary, with out justice or truth. But she had been happy when she entered the room. She had been radiant with gayety and tenderness till they withered under his presence. It was probable that she loved her husband, intoler able and incredible as the fact might seem ; and if the truth about him freed her of love, was she one to allow it to release her of obligation ? Would she not hold herself bound as before, but to misery and degrada tion? He had left her years ago, and he could do it again if need be; but the first time he had been helped by pride and anger and boyish defiance. Now there was neither pride nor anger to sustain him, nor yet the pitiable, the laughable, the tragically far-reaching defi ance of his youth. Moreover, a growing and a horrid weakness was at the pit of his physical being, and it seemed just possible that he might experience the final ignominy of fainting in her presence. She had, a moment ago, been a happy woman. She would be happy again if he kept his silence and went out of her life. When Dick had come to this conclu- 230 UNCHARTED WATERS sion he knew that he was at the end of the matter, but in the meantime it was necessary that he should bear himself as a man. If she had looked at him then, she might have recognized the hunger and the love and the truth in his eyes, but she did not look. During the brief mo ments in which Dick made his decision her face had frozen slowly, and her eyes were upon her husband s face. Arthur breathed heavily, and there was a wild agita tion in his manner. But the moments passed, and Dick said nothing. " I thought that you were resting upstairs," Arthur ventured feebly, breaking the dreadful silence. " I was not aware that you could have matters for private discussion with Mr. Copeland," she said, and her voice, like her face, seemed frozen. " I will come back when you are at liberty." As she turned her violets dropped, and Dick stooped mechanically to pick them up. They had fallen in the shadow, and, as he searched for them a little blindly, he was obliged to support himself by holding on to the edge of the table with his hand. But he rose safely, and as she stood partly turned from him and would not see the flowers when he handed them to her, he laid them on the table. " I have nothing to say to your husband which need be a secret," he said steadily, "nothing further to say to him of any sort." He was gone before either of them could answer. 231 THE EVASION Arthur dropped into his chair muttering feverish and incoherent things, while his wife began to draw off her gloves with hands that trembled intolerably. " I am surprised that you should hold any communi cation with Richard Copeland," she said. " I do not inquire the cause of your interview, but I must ask you not to see him again, or to mention his name in my presence." Arthur laughed hysterically. " You may be jolly well sure that the interview was not of my seeking," he said. Gladys s words had been brave and cool, but her hands still shook pitiably. And now she looked at her husband s bowed figure with critical and unsympathetic eyes, consciously recognizing the general inadequacy of the man. Was this because Dick, for a brief moment, had stood in the same room with him ? Watching Ar thur, she asked herself what had become of the protect ing tenderness which she had felt for him since her marriage, and which, because of her woman s heart, had brought her some measure of happiness. What had become of her poise and quiet affection ? Their absence left her dismayed and afraid, as though she were sud denly adrift upon uncharted waters. Stripped of this consciousness of sacred and willing obligation to her marriage, life stood unredeemed, sordid, and unaccount ably imperiled. Was this also because Dick had stood in the room ? " You knew that he loved you ? " said Arthur, with feverish emphasis. " You have always known it ! How 232 UNCHARTED WATERS do I know that you would not have married him in stead of me if he had not if he " " I do not suppose that you wish to insult me," said Gladys, " so I can only assume that you are tempora rily irresponsible for what you say." " I beg your pardon," he said, without lifting his head. " The fact is that I am I am unstrung. I beg your pardon," he repeated humbly. Then her face changed. She went to him slowly, and stood by his chair, looking down at him with doubt and misery in her eyes. It was as though she were seeking an uncertain refuge. " You and I cannot afford to quarrel," she said. " No, no ! " he cried, with his head still in his hands. " Have I made you happy so far ? " He sought her hand, and kissed it violently. " Can I go on making you happy ? " Her voice be gan to tremble with the weight of a yearning that was for something far beyond the husband at her side, and she knelt swiftly and passionately by his chair. " Can I always make you happy ? I want to be sure sure ! " "My darling! Yes!" " No, do not kiss me yet. I want to be sure, because I have staked my life on it. If I cannot do that, I might as well not be alive at all " " You love me at last ! You love me " " Can I do it, Arthur ? " " Yes, a billion times yes." " Hush hush. Now you may kiss me. You are 233 THE EVASION feverish again, and it is my fault, poor boy ! It is my fault, I am sorry. I did not mean I was upset at finding that man here. He must never come again, for we must make a success of our marriage. I do not dare," she shivered in his arms, " I do not dare not to make a success of it," she said. CHAPTER XIV LAYING THE CORNER-STONE 1ST] EARLY two years later, Mr. Aldrich and his ward sat facing each other across a common deal table, which was the principal article of furniture in a cabin where Dick had elected to pass the summer. It was his birth day and the occasion of his formal coming into posses sion of a fortune. " I think that is the last," said Mr. Aldrich, pushing a railroad certificate across the table. Dick compared it with a list he held, and acqui esced. " And you verified the bulk of it that I deposited in your safety vaults. If you will sign this, we can be rid of each other for all time." While Dick signed in silence, and then locked up his certificates, Mr. Aldrich investigated the aspect of the room. The table at which he sat, another table used as a desk and covered with a disorderly litter of papers, several chairs, and some shelves put roughly together to hold the books that overflowed onto a carpetless floor, that was all. Outside, a young growth of maple and oak trees crowded up to the narrow window-panes ; but in front of the door a clearing had been made, which sloped 235 THE EVASION briefly downwards to the ample and tranquil flow of a great river. " It is a singular abode for a millionaire," remarked Mr. Aldrich dryly. "I didn t expect you to care for it, exactly," an swered Dick, pocketing his bunch of keys, and turning to his guest, who was sniffing the air suspiciously. " I see that the greatest good of the greatest number is compatible with the use of tobacco," he said. "Shall I give you a light?" asked Dick, ignoring this opening for argument. "I can t offer you any cigars, for I only use a pipe." " And I only use my own cigars. But I will have a light. Thanks. And now that I no longer have the shadow of a legal right to ask you questions, I should like to put a few." Dick intimated that he might ask as many as he liked, and sat in the doorway with his feet on the ground outside, while he filled his pipe. Mr. Aldrich, noting the strong lines of his figure showing through a workingman s shirt, the brown, sinewy throat rising from the loose collar, and the powerful head above with its shock of coarse black hair, and its bony, roughly moulded features, sighed suddenly and impatiently, for Dick seemed to him like some youthful Titan spending his strength on futile issues. " Do you know that you only have one life ? " he asked. Dick continued to press tobacco into the bowl of his pipe. 236 LAYING THE CORNER-STONE " I dare say that I shall think one is enough by the time I get through with it," he answered. " And do you know that life is short, and that there are beautiful things in it, great pictures, great music, and great and beautiful countries to visit, while you live in a pine cabin of one room ? " "Four rooms," corrected Dick, with an inscrutable face. " A study, kitchen, bedroom, and room for Mrs. Gary." "Who is Mrs. Gary?" " You would call her my servant." " What do you call her ? " " Mrs. Gary." "Ah! Is she er young?" Dick turned to Mr. Aldrich with one of his unex pected and brilliant smiles. " No," he answered. " Her husband used to beat her, sometimes because he was drunk, sometimes be cause she was ugly, sometimes because she made him bad bread. She makes me bad bread, but as I do not drink, and am not her husband, and do not care whether she is ugly or not, I treat her decently and pay her regularly. The result is that she loves her husband, counts the days until he returns from the penitentiary, and can barely tolerate me." " Why do you waste yourself on them, Richard ? " Dick was silent a moment before answering. " Because I have seen the things a man cannot see and forget," he said finally. " But they are a degraded and brutalized lot." 237 THE EVASION " There is degradation and brutality among them ; there is also unthinkable crime, and unspeakable dis ease. There are millions of them born into a heritage of moral and physical filth. They are a sink of corrup tion. They are loathsome, hideous, piteous beyond all power of telling, seeing them the very good man might well wish to curse his God and die. Their easi est recreation is sin, actual joy of living can only come to them from intoxication, and these things are to the everlasting shame of their oppressors ! " "Of whom I am one," suggested Mr. Aldrich suavely. " And why are not you, as a capitalist, an other?" " I do not expect to remain a capitalist." " Good Lord, Richard ! what are you going to do?" " It is practically done. I have bought out the cot ton mills that you can see if you go down to the edge of the river, and every private enterprise, such as the drugstore, grocery, liquor saloons, and landed property in connection with the mills. I am going to run them my own way." " Is n t that a pretty fair imitation of monopoly ? " " My own way will be to own no greater share of the concern than any of the others who work for the good of the whole." Mr. Aldrich groaned. " You are going to give your property away ? " " It is on the face of things that the property is not mine to give, and never was." 238 LAYING THE CORNER-STONE Mr. Aldrich wiped his forehead. "You will be a pauper," he said. " I never believed you would really do it. It s the thing Fourier, Saint-Simon, and other madmen attempted and failed in. Why can t you take a lesson by them ? You can t have an ideal community till you have ideal characters. You are fighting wind mills, boy, you are fighting windmills." " I do not expect an ideal community, but I want something nearer than what we have. A man should have a chance to reach his full stature, which he has n t at present, being occupied chiefly with keeping body and soul together. I have never been able to persuade myself that I should not be a wife-beater if I had been born and bred among the classes of the unskilled laborers, who only receive sufficient return for their labor to keep them in good working condition. Every thing over and above that goes to increase the luxu ries of those already wallowing in them. In other words, those who sow in blood and degradation are not those who reap. There you have the crude, raw fact, the shame of our economic civilization." Mr. Aldrich continued to wipe his brow. " You will be a pauper," he said. " You have made away with a good deal of money in the past five years. Has it all gone in experiments of this sort ? " " There was n t enough of it. At one time I bought out some liquor saloons and established centres of temperance instead of alcoholic drinks." " What became of them ? " " They were burned and otherwise destroyed during 239 THE EVASION the labor disturbances. Carrie Nation could not have used her hatchet to better advantage." " Ah ! " Mr. Aldrich leaned back in his chair with an expression of complacency. " What was the matter? The men did n t like the drink, I suppose ? " Dick grinned. " It was poor stuff," he admitted. " If you had been willing to sell out those few hundred shares of my Illinois Central I could have done it better." " If anything could have made me firmer in my refusal than I was, it would have been the knowledge that you were going to invest them in temperance drinks. I am glad you failed. It was a good lesson, may you have more of the same kind before it s too late. They hacked your wretched establishments up, you say ? Good boys ! My sympathies were never enlisted on the side of the laboring men before." " They may be again," said Dick, " for there is going to be nothing but temperance drink in my village." " The devil there is n t ! Then I see the first snag of the many that you will break up on. How about the church ? " " It is to be turned into a lecture hall. There may be some lay sermons given there, along with the lec tures on social and physical science, and all subjects that encourage knowledge of and reverence for the life of man and nature." " Good Lord, Richard, you will never make it go ! They will be smuggling whiskey in boot-boxes, keep ing Virgins in woodsheds, and holding prayer-meetings 240 LAYING THE CORNER-STONE in cellars before the end of the first six months. A community where man is deprived of his drink and his religion won t live a year." " A community purged of its vice and superstition ought to survive and overtop all others." " I accept your amendment, but it will never work. The world is n t ready for a Utopia yet, and a revival now and then might almost persuade them into liking temperance drinks. Better give them their own way in religion, Richard." "I intend that they shall go the right way," said Dick, tranquilly obstinate. " But if each one has share and share alike, what is to prevent their overturning your plan ? " ". I have provided against that in a measure. As I say, no one is to come in unless he likes it, and his share of the property only belongs to him while he falls in with the general working scheme of the community. As soon as any one breaks through he forfeits his property, which is returned to the general treasury, the general treasury being myself in case they mutually disband." " But supposing they destroy the works ? You are protected by insurance, I hope ? " " Insurance companies are among the economic vam pires. I have nothing to do with them." " Richard," said Mr. Aldrich solemnly. " If you were a madman you could not contrive your own ruin more effectually. You will never come out of this thing with your life and your money." 241 THE EVASION Dick smoked on contentedly. In spite of his acri mony, Mr. Aldrich s immaculate person and cultivated speech were a distinct satisfaction to one who had not spoken to any of his own kind for many months. " If there are no churches, what are you going to do about marrying them ? " asked the older man. " But as a socialist I do not suppose that you approve of the marriage ceremony." " I do not subscribe to any one set of socialistic ideas, and I am not sure that it is not an infamous law which binds two people together against their will, and when further union can only result in the degradation and despair of one or both of them. But it is necessary for the preservation of social order and efficiency that a man and woman electing to pass their lives together, and bring up children, should be bound by something stronger than their own fidelity. If all men and women were faithful, there need be no formal marriage ser vice. The service is purely a question of expediency, but as such it is still of high importance." " Is that why you balked unexpectedly at a crucial moment about two years ago ? " Dick s face was without expression, and he made no reply. " You were a fool, Richard." And still Dick did not reply. " They have been in Europe ever since their mar riage," continued Mr. Aldrich ; " but I believe they have returned now for good, and are building a house in the country." 242 LAYING THE CORNER-STONE Involuntarily he looked at a hillside some distance away, where the ground was evidently being cleared for a laro-e estate. Then he looked at the motionless O face of the man who sat in the doorway, and decided to keep his counsel. " Their house is a social centre," he said ; " their en tertainments are the most perfect, their carriages the handsomest, their automobiles the swiftest this side of New York. Mr. Davenport is the handsomest and most genial of hosts, as his wife is the most attractive of hostesses. Some fashionable papers have spoken of her as the best-dressed woman of two continents. At a certain court ball in London she wore pale green and silver, with emeralds in her hair. The king asked to meet her and talked to her alone for just thirty minutes by the clock. If I were to add that happiness has nothing to do with any of these things, I should be disgustingly trite, a tendency to moralize seems to increase with gout and years, we must all beware of it, Richard, yourself most of all." Dick did not reply, and sat looking at the river while his pipe grew cold in his hand. It could not be said that his face had moved; but it had changed subtly, and Mr. Aldrich forgot the reformer and the fighter of windmills, one whom some would laugh at, some would praise, and many would blame, for he saw simply a proud and lonely man. When Mr. Aldrich rose to go, Dick walked with him for a part of the way, which lay through meagre growths of black pines growing by the river s edge. They 243 THE EVASION said little before reaching the spot where the older man was to meet his carriage ; but then, with his hand on Dick s shoulder, he paused and looked at him somewhat wistfully. " I suppose this is the parting of the ways for us in good earnest," he said. " And you must be glad to be rid of me, boy ? " " I should have supposed it would be the other way round," said Dick. " We have been an infernal nuisance to each other for a good many years. You have caused me more more annoyance, not to put too fine a point upon it, than any one else with one exception in the world ! " Dick smiled. " What sticks me," said the other irrelevantly, " is what you are doing it for. You could n t more consist ently do what you think right at the expense of your own happiness and well-being if you were working for your eternal salvation according to the precepts laid down in the Ten Commandments and the Apostles Creed. What constrains you to do right if you don t believe in a hereafter ? What has prevented you from breaking the moral laws and having a good time ? What is good without God ? " " You forget humanity," answered Dick. " Through strife and agony and during millions of years men have evolved certain laws for the preservation of their lives and happiness. They have evolved them first as men evolved thumbs, because they needed them. These laws 244 LAYING THE CORNER-STONE are called the Ten Commandments ; and there is one other, the greatest of all, given us by Jesus of Nazareth, which is, Love thy neighbor as thyself. I call this the greatest of all because the others are included in it; and perhaps I should call it the only one, for if it were kept there would be no need of the others. Stealing, murder, envy, lust are wrong, because they cause suf fering, because they menace the happiness of the com munity. Every time a law is broken some one suffers, and usually more than one ; so we cannot guard this morality, this good, too sacredly." " So it s only for others, after all, that you do these things. Well, well ! " Mr. Aldrich looked into the sky flooded with light from the falling sun. " But why do you care so much for the others ? " " The difficulty would be not to care." " But why, Richard ? Why ? I don t care for them." Dick also looked into the sunset, and gave no reply. "So you have a creed after all; and it s nothing more, in spite of your talk of intellectual emancipation, than the essence of Christianity." " Yes," assented Dick. " Christianity reaches the secret of the world s need more nearly than any of the religions. Love thy neighbor as thyself, " he re peated gravely, "that is the alpha and omega of life, the force that keeps human beings from mutual destruction as the force of gravity holds the stars in place." " Boy ! boy ! " cried the other. " I believe that you 245 THE EVASION are as great a worshiper as any of them, even though you pretend not to believe in God." " The strongest evidence of God is our need of Him," said Dick, " and that, I will admit, is very great." He still looked into the sunset, and in answer to the beauty and mystery of it his eyes held the immeasurable ache of living, and the wonder and sadness that, being so much, man is not more. "If the need of a thing were the proof of its ex istence " he began, and paused. " Kichard," said Mr. Aldrich suddenly, " there is that in you which makes me think that you would make a good preacher. Did you ever think of becom ing one?" " There might be some difficulty in finding a pulpit for me," answered Dick, smiling. " If you are ever within a mile of me again, look me up, if it does n t bore you too much." Dick gripped his hand with painful heartiness ; but after that, though there was obviously nothing more to be said, the older man lingered. " What a great fellow you are ! " he said, passing his hand over the muscles of Dick s arm and shoulder. " I wish things might have been different with you, my boy, I wish it very much." Dick made no pretense of misunderstanding him. " It was the only way," he said. " The only way for you ; there would have been another for me. Well, I must go, or I shall lose my temper. Good-by, and good luck. If I can ever do any- 246 LAYING THE CORNER-STONE thing for you, I will, but for yourself, mind, not for the unsavory masses. It s my opinion that before long you will need help as much as they do, if not consider ably more, Richard, if not considerably more." CHAPTER XV HUSBAND AND WIFE E lARLY the following spring Gladys moved into her new home on the hillside, and preferring to be alone during the first weeks of wrestling with carpenters and decorators, she came without her husband. " She ain t nothin more than a girl," said one of the gardeners, speaking of her. " Who d a thought she had hobnobbed with dooks and kings, when she s that simple, an don t dress more stylish than my wife ! " " She has a look, though," said another. " She ain t stuck up, but she has a kind of proud and dainty way with her that s oncommon. She s the littlest woman I ever see, and her hands was like flowers till she began to dig in this here garding ; but she knows what she wants, and how to get it. Golly ! " the man chuckled reminiscently, "You should ha seen her make me dig over a border fifty feet long because I had put in daffodils instead of narcissus, as she tol me. There s three trunks come from Paris last night, and I reckon that if Jim saw what s inside em he would n t be cal- lating that his wife s bills for dress was the same as hern." Gladys superintended the arrangements of her house and garden with unexpected enthusiasm. 248 HUSBAND AND WIFE "I think that I am going to love it. I think we are going to be happy here," she told her husband on the afternoon of his arrival. The present order was only comparative ; an odor of fresh paint pervaded the half-furnished rooms, and packing-boxes with most of their contents on the floor disfigured the vistas of hall way and sitting-rooms. Different-colored hangings were draped provisionally over the backs of chairs, and nowhere was there a corner that could invite rest and comfort. But spread beneath temporary debris was the making of a spacious and beautiful home. " It has made me feel like a girl again," she informed her husband. " And you look younger, by Jove, you do ! " he said. " Give me a kiss, little girl. I had such a nice one when I first drove up that I want another." Gladys yielded herself good-naturedly, nor did she withdraw immediately from his arms. " I don t mean that you ever looked anything but young," continued Arthur, " but you looked a bit tired sometimes." " Oh, I have been tired, horribly tired, ever since ever since the baby died. You don t know, Arthur no man can ever know " Her voice broke, and he patted her back with easy tenderness. " There, there ! " he said. " We won t talk of that our first night. Poor little chap ! It was hard to have him die ; but you were unreasonable about it, he was only two weeks old, and we can t break our hearts 249 THE EVASION over the loss of anything we have only had two weeks. This would be a jolly place, though, to bring up a child ! " " Would n t it ! " she said, lifting her head eagerly. " I am glad you thought of that, Arthur. I am glad you thought of it without my speaking first, for I have been thinking how it would be to teach a child to love it all, I mean the garden especially, and the way flowers come up in the spring, and the meadows, and the smell of the earth after the rain, and the dear country silences. These are the things I loved when I was a child ; but somehow I never cared for them again after I left home until three weeks ago, when I came up here." "You are going to have plenty of time in which to enjoy them now," said Arthur, vaguely interested. " How about the bachelors quarters ? I should like to see them before dinner. And can t we dine soon ? That ride up from town has given me a fierce hun- ger." After dinner coffee was served on the terrace which overlooked meadows and woods and a gently flowing line of hills. A river, wide, calm, self-sufficing as in evitable law, wound through the centre of the land scape and lost itself in the woods on the southern horizon. The evening was warm, and Gladys had chosen to wear a girlish white muslin dress in honor of her hus band s return. Her bright hair, not elaborately ar ranged as he had been accustomed to see it, was twisted 250 HUSBAND AND WIFE in a knot at the back of her neck. The loosened ten drils curled lovingly about her ears, and the small- featured face was girlishly frail. Arthur tilted his chair back against an ancient col umn of Italian marble which had come from Europe the week before and was waiting its final disposition. He inhaled his tobacco smoke luxuriously, and looked at the sky, while his wife watched him with quiet, observant eyes. He was growing stout; almost insensible tides of flesh were stealing up under his well-browned skin, blurring the vigor and clearness of lines that had given force to his youthful beauty, and dimming the glamour that had surrounded his entire person. Nor had satis faction with his existence and security in its perma nence agreed with Arthur : the alchemy that possessed the seeming power of turning his dross to gold had deserted him. He looked as one in whom the higher emotions were mysteriously cheapened, and his wife asked herself if the happiness which she had striven so earnestly to give him had degenerated into mere com placency. Soon after marrying Arthur, she had realized his commonplaceness of temperament and lack of mental sinew, but she had resolved that he should not sink while her hand was there to lift him; and this re solve had taken the form of a sacred obligation which it became increasingly difficult not to betray. Now that they were beginning a new life in new surround^ ings, she recognized the necessity for renewed effort. It 251 THE EVASION was impossible for her not to realize that companionship with her, the woman he still loved, stimulated his nature to its highest possibilities, so " I think we are going to be very happy here, and we will enjoy it together, will we not ? " she asked him. " I shall enjoy anything, even to cold minced mutton, with you, while you are as nice to me as you are to night," he said. " But I am always nice to you, am I not ? " " You have been a good girl better than I deserve," he said affectionately ; and stretching out his arm he lifted her hand and kissed it with his easy and courtly grace. " But I wish you would n t look so depressed at the idea of not being nice to me." " Why not, dear ? " " Because it makes a fellow feel why, as if you tried so hard, as if it were a sort of religious effort " " Foolish boy ! " " as if you could n t do it naturally." She left her hand in his and kept the smile on her lips, but asked herself silently if she were not failing, if her husband, whose mind was not without percep tion, could be kept in lifelong ignorance of the weari ness that his presence gave her. " We are always so busy according to your own wish," she said ; " we are so occupied with our friends, and entertainments, and automobiles ; we are so rarely by ourselves that I haven t time to be nice to you. 252 HUSBAND AND WIFE But let us live differently up here ; let us be together more and enjoy it all together." Arthur fondled his wife s hand lazily while he looked about the terrace in the disorder of its half-finished pergola and newly graded flower-beds. Beyond the terrace the tranquil country landscape grew dim in the twilight. " Is there really so awfully much to enjoy in the country ? " he asked. " Of course there is. Come, and I will show you ! " she said, rising gayly. " In the first place you must see the hollyhocks ; they went in last Monday look they are all in a row along the south side of the per- gola." " I don t see anything," said Arthur. " Perhaps with the aid of a microscope " " Nonsense, it is n t too dark yet. Kneel down beside me, and you can see them. Of course they are only babies yet only babies ; but I put them all in my self after James had dug the holes. Along here are the shirley poppies, oh, I have been so worried about them ! The night after I came up it was very cold and I was afraid there would be a frost, which would have killed them. I lay awake thinking about it, and almost got up to put hot-water bags on them. Don t laugh! Flowers are like real people to me and I get ridicu lously fond of them. So will you when you have broken your finger-nails, sprained your back, and got headaches looking after them. When I work in the garden I stop now and then to ask myself why I care for it so much ; 253 THE EVASION I ache in every limb ; I am uncomfortably warm ; my hair has fallen into my eyes ; I am ruining my hands and complexion ; and I am perfectly happy. It does n t seem rational, does it ? " Arthur admitted that it did not. " It s all right if it makes you happy," he said, " but I <3an t help thinking that you are made for something more lively than digging in the ground. Of course you want something to occupy you, since you won t play bridge ; but if you must have a fad why can t you get one that won t spoil your complexion ? " His wife s hands dropped at her sides. "And about bridge " began Arthur. " About bridge " repeated Gladys lifelessly. " Come over here where we can sit down, and let us talk it over," he said, with an evident effort to speak easily. " It s too dark to look at any more flowers to night, and I want but I say, Gladys, why won t you smoke with a fellow, it makes everything so much more sociable. Try one to please me." He held out his cigarette case, but Gladys shook her head. " Please don t ask me to do that," she said. " But it s not bad form now, all the women of your set are smoking," he protested discontentedly. " It is n t a question of form. I simply dislike it and it makes me ill." " But you would get all over that after a few days practice." " I wonder if I ought I wonder if I ought to learn, to smoke with him ? " she asked herself wearily. 254 HUSBAND AND WIFE * You are the most inconsistent woman in the world," he continued, in the same tone. " Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, " quoted his wife, with determined good-humor. " I never heard that before," said Arthur suspiciously. " I suppose not." " Who said it, anyway?" " Emerson." " Emerson ! There you are again. How is a man to follow you ? You won t go regularly to church ; you live for society, you lead it, you ornament it, you spend hours with your maid, and days with your dressmaker. You don t shy at receiving geniuses whom no one knows anything about, and talking with them and being seen with them in a way no woman in Boston but yourself could do. But you won t play bridge ; you won t smoke ; and suddenly one hears of you reading Emerson and being perfectly happy for weeks at a time weeding a garden. Now take a woman like Diana Hart ; she is consistent if she is a sport, you always know where to find her, and she is always sure to give you a good time." " So it is Diana Hart that you have been smoking with?" said Gladys musingly. " I had to do something with my evenings while you were digging holes in the ground." Arthur thought that his wife looked pallid and distant in the dying light. " There is nothing to be jealous about," he muttered. " You know that I would give all the Diana Harts in the world for your " 255 THE EVASION " Please don t, Arthur." Gladys drew her hand away gently, but firmly. " And I am not jealous, as you put it. I am glad you like Diana, and we must arrange to have her here to stay." " She can come in July," said Arthur unguardedly. " Ah ! July will be a very good time. I will write her to-morrow. Shall I try for the Jefferies at the same time?" " The very thing ! " exclaimed Arthur, with enthu siasm. " I was thinking of them myself, but I did n t like to suggest it, for I half suspect that you don t like the Jefferies. You are trumps all right when it comes to the point, Gladys ; and I am sorry I teased you about the smoking. You are right about that, too. Some one said you always made him think of real lace and violets, and the smell of tobacco would n t go well with those things. There s no one like you, and I never forget it, though I do go now and then for a smoke or a whiskey and soda with Diana " " What was it you were going to say about bridge?" " Well, it s just this," he began. " I think we shall have to give up standing out for a superior moral tone and all that sort of thing. I gave in at first because you seemed to care so much, and I did n t blame you, after that wretched affair. And it was very sweet of you, very warm-hearted, and all that, to care so much. But it s all past and gone now. We can t be laughed at for prigs just because a friend of yours cheated at cards years ago." Soothed by the confidence, nurtured on the admiration of his friends, Arthur had almost 256 HUSBAND AND WIFE forgotten his own guilt. He paused now, hoping that his wife would speak, but she was silent ; and after an uncomfortable pause he began again in a louder tone, as though to fortify his irresolution. " It s all very well, but we cannot go on this way forever. People are laughing at us already. I have done it to please you, and I was glad to do it for a time ; but the time has come to listen to reason. There are not many husbands who would have let you have your way as long as I have. Now are there ? " " My experience in husbands has been so slight," murmured Gladys. Her voice, remote and gentle, sug gested an irritating detachment from the heat and bluster of his own argument; and irritation gave him further courage. He rose, and began to walk to and fro. " It is no use bandying words," he said. " I would do a great deal to please you, but the time has come to take a stand and to remember that I am master in my own house." It was the first time in their married life that he had addressed his wife in such a tone, and during the pause that followed he waited, thoroughly anxious and already remorseful, to hear her reply. " I am wondering who told you to say that to me," she said finally. " Hang it all, Gladys ! " He sat down again boyishly. " You know I can t do it unless you say so ; but why will you make a fellow look like a fool before all his friends ? Why won t you give in ? " 257 THE EVASION Gladys was silent for a moment or two while she thought it over. Her determination not to have bridge played at her house had caused the one struggle of her married life. Arthur had yielded as much because of his love for her as because of his inability to oppose his will to hers. But lately he was growing restive under the influence of his friends, and she realized that further opposition might result in his alienation from home and wife. But she paused yet another moment before answer ing, to dwell upon the weariness and futility of her life with him, and upon her sudden realization of how little she would care if he turned from her to another. " I have failed," she thought. " I have failed to make my marriage other than the thing of humdrum adjust ment, of easy, tolerant fondness that is born of daily contact. I have failed, but what does it matter ? " She looked into the twilight sky, and thought of the night years ago when her future a thing of wonder and magic had seemed to be coming towards her from among the stars. " Won t you please think about it ? " Her husband s voice sounded remote and oddly incompetent. "Won t you please think about it ? " "I have thought," she answered, bringing her thoughts back to him with an effort, " and it shall be as you wish, Arthur." She spoke to him with her usual gentleness of manner, but withdrew from his remorse ful caresses. " I am tired to-night," she said, turning her cool cheek 258 HUSBAND AND WIFE from him. " And please, Arthur, do not think about saying Thank you. Perhaps it is not so great a sacri fice as you think ; and, as you say, it is your house." " I was a brute, and you must forgive me," he cried exuberantly. " There is nothing to forgive. And now don t you think we had better go in ? It is quite late." " All right. I will run up first, for I want to tele phone Raymond to bring the bubble up to-morrow." Left alone it seemed to Gladys that she breathed more deeply. It was over, then, the long struggle to defend her house against what seemed to her intrinsi cally wrong and which held associations that she hated and feared. It was the last and greatest of many sac rifices that she had made for him, sacrifices concern ing perhaps the choice of plays they should see, the books and periodicals that were found on their tables, the friends they should entertain, points that were small in themselves, but which gradually involved the surrender of her fastidious social and intellectual re quirements, and cheapened little by little the surface of her life. She knew that a woman does this at her own peril, but she had grown to feel that few things in her own life mattered. She had ceased to expect personal hap piness, though she could have given no definite reason for so doing. To hold Arthur to the level of his love for her, and to make him happy, were the articles of her daily creed. And now she was failing. She thought of Diana Hart and her pulses leapt suddenly, for 259 THE EVASION she knew that she was glad that Arthur spent his even ings with her. " He is not vicious," she said to herself, " he is only commonplace, and he wearies me. For two years I have talked to him, listened to him, hu mored him, given my mind, my soul almost, up to his wishes. I have shared his interests, and when he would not share mine I have given them up. But now for a little while I will be free. For two weeks I have been almost happy in the garden ; to-night I tried to make him enjoy it with me, but he would not, and now I will enjoy alone." Leaning on the terrace wall, she looked into the soft, thick darkness, and breathed deeply, because she felt free at last. A line of poetry came to her mind, " The huge and thoughtful night." She repeated the words half aloud, and then she smiled gravely and gladly, while her nature seemed to stretch itself as after a long sleep. If she had paused to think, she would have known that the world with its pomp and circumstance would claim her restless spirit inevitably and often, but for the moment it was enough to stand there and feel her self absorbed into the night. It was enough to hear the lift and fall of the wind in the woods and the occasional drowsy and tender murmur of young birds turning in their nests. It was enough that she had made a com pact with nature, and the great brooding heart of it welcomed her home. " It is eleven o clock, and time to turn in," her hus- 260 HUSBAND AND WIFE band s voice interrupted her suddenly, as he passed his arm about her. " I can t tell you how good " " Please do not try," she interrupted him, without a trace of impatience in her voice ; but without knowing why, he took his arm away. " There is a pretty view here in the daytime," she said lightly. " The only thing I don t like is an ugly factory settlement by the river ; but the trees will hide it in a few years. You can see the lights now, at the left." " Do you know what that is ? " Arthur asked her sig nificantly. "Why, no; what is it?" "Dick Copeland s social settlement. I heard it when I came up here with you two weeks ago, but I thought I would say nothing at the time because I knew it would bother you, and it was too late to do anything." For one giddy moment Gladys asked herself if she were dreaming, but immediately she knew that this thing was true, and that Dick was probably down there among the blur of lights. The happy peace she had planned to find in her new home was rent with an ugly sound, for neither happiness nor peace could ever dwell with her while this man was near. Her husband stood with his gaze following hers mo rosely, for among the lights of Dick s settlement there was that which he also feared. " How much did you ever care for the damned fel low, anyway ? " he demanded roughly. 261 THE EVASION "Are you trying to insult me?" she asked; and, though her voice was cold, she felt that at this moment she hated her husband almost as much as the man whose footfall had the power to shake her life. " Curse him ! curse him ! curse him ! " cried Arthur. And so, for the first time, passion and anger and fear stood confessed between them. CHAPTER XVI ALPHONSB DE CHAVANNES _L SAY, Gladys, it s all very well to keep a gay house and that sort of thing, but don t you think you are rather going the pace ? " The remonstrance came from Arthur during one of the rare moments when he found his wife alone. She had come into his dressing-room just before luncheon to consult him regarding afternoon plans. "Don t you think that you are rather going the pace ? " he repeated, looking at her in the mirror, while he wrestled with a new cravat. She was dressed in ecru lace, and wore a bunch of purple pansies at her belt. Arthur thought that she had never looked more exquisitely delicate and youth ful than at this moment, and for this reason he frowned at her as he jerked his tie into place. " If you would only speak plain English, Arthur, I might understand you," she said. " I think you usually understand all right," he mut tered discontentedly, rummaging in the drawer for his second hairbrush. " I have never interfered between you and any one you wanted to see. It would n t do any good if I did ; but as a matter of fact, I never have, and don t mean to now. But as for pretending 263 THE EVASION that I like the way you and this Frenchman are seen together, I don t and I can t." Gladys sat down by the chintz-curtained window, and let a summer wind have its way with her hair. " Monsieur de Chavannes is a charming man," she said. " We play with ideas delightfully together." " I had rather you played with hollyhocks ; I had rather you dug holes in the ground, and spoiled your complexion," he continued, in the same tone. Gladys smiled faintly. " Your language is almost extravagant," she said. " I like Monsieur de Cha vannes. It is not often that I like a man ; when I do " The pause was sufficiently eloquent. " Then there s this automobiling " " You were the one to urge me to it." " But I never intended you to be your own chauffeur and tear through the country at the rate you do after dark. It s not womanly. You had much better play bridge." " Tell me one thing, Arthur " " Well ? " " If we gave up this life, and settled down to live with each other quietly, would you be happier ? There are charming people, the best people, who do not gam ble and bet and flirt with their neighbors wives. Why should we not associate with them instead of with this small, brilliantly superficial and superficially brilliant circle of our own friends? Perhaps if we gave them up, you would feel more like settling down to some one definite interest, and care less for wine and cards." 264 ALPHONSE DE CHAVANNES " What new rig are you up to now ? " he asked mo rosely, turning in his chair to look at her. " I will give it all up if you say so," she continued earnestly, " and we will try again." " Try what ? " " You must know what I mean. We are thousands of miles apart and drifting farther. Shall we stop and begin again? Think well, for this may be our last chance." Arthur s face glowed with sudden comprehension. " Think well," she repeated. " I tell you what I will do," he said. " I will give up Diana if you will agree to give up the Frenchman, for I suppose that was what you meant." In that moment Gladys came to her ultimate reali zation that further effort toward uniting their lives was useless, and she smiled suddenly and happily at her hus band because of her relief. She had made the sugges tion with sincerity, but a great dread of its acceptance. In this life of excitement she was conscious of finding safety from strange and terrible tides of feeling that she began to hear dimly, as she had sometimes heard waves of the blue ocean of her youth whispering solemnly along the shore while she lay awake in the night-time. " Is it a bargain ? " asked her husband. But she shook her head at him gayly. " We will both keep our friends," she said, " and I won t tease you any more. Your hair is not quite smooth on the back right-hand side ; but you must hurry or you will be late to luncheon. Aunt Edith has gone down." 265 THE EVASION Her objection to intercourse with Mrs. Stan wood was one of the things Gladys had been obliged to set aside in her married life, and outwardly the two women were the best of friends. Living in the world, she had grown to see its vices with something of indifference, and, aside from approval or affection, she admitted Mrs. Stanwood s wit and charm to a place among the con genial pastimes of her days. She found her aunt in the library now, talking with Diana Hart. The room was papered and hung with cool greens, and Mrs. Hart, who was dark and colorless, considered that Gladys had so furnished it for the ex press disadvantage of her husband s friend. She was not a pretty woman, but her tall, perfectly moulded figure was supple as moving water, and there were gleams in her long, restless eyes, and a power and del icate insolence in her mouth, that a rival might well fear. She was laughing when Gladys came in. " Are you talking of Uncle Willie ? " asked Gladys, hearing Mr. Stanwood s name. " Why did n t you bring him with you, Aunt Edith ? " " My dear, he would be bored to death here ! Par ticularly now that you have got over your prejudice against allowing us to play bridge." "I can t imagine why you do not play yourself," said Mrs. Hart, looking at her hostess with suspicion, and wondering if her refusal to touch cards were not a pose. " No woman of her age could possibly be as innocent as she looks in that lace and those pansies," she thought. 266 ALPHONSE DE CHAVANNES " I can t imagine why you don t play," she continued aloud. " Sometimes I think you are quite too good for us, and then again " She shrugged her shoulders with a significant look. The incorruptible purity and delicacy of Gladys s appearance annoyed Diana, but more annoying than her appearance was her friendship with Monsieur de Chavannes, for that distinguished traveler had come to America with every appearance of being Mrs. Hart s devoted admirer. " Where are the men ? " asked Mrs. Stanwood, fold ing her embroidery. " It must be past lunch time, and I am hungry." "Monsieur de Chavannes does not usually absent himself so long," said Diana. "No; and we miss him, don t we?" said Gladys tranquilly. " Speak for yourself, dear." " Certainly, if you wish. But I cannot imagine that one could find Monsieur de Chavannes anything but a delightful man." " Why do you like him, cherie ? " asked her aunt. " I like his mind." Diana laughed. " I like his mind," continued Gladys, disregarding the laugh. " It is subtle and supple. One can discuss the latest play, and book, and picture with him. He is familiar with ideas." " You were discussing ideas on the terrace last night, I suppose ? " 267 THE EVASION " Yes. He told me that he agreed with Maeterlinck in thinking Ibsen s Master Builder a strange and dis quieting play. I think it only a murky and unwhole some one. He also thinks the later works of Henry James subtle and profound, whereas I consider them complicated and obscure. The discussion of these things helps the time along amazingly." Diana Hart yawned, smiled, and shrugged her shoulders ; but Mrs. Stan wood looked appreciation and sympathy. " What friends we should be if I only had a heart and a conscience, or you had neither," she said, address ing her niece. " Here is one of the men," interrupted Diana, as Monsieur de Chavannes entered and bowed low over the hand of his hostess. He was a man small and delicately built, neither young nor old, whose sensitive, distinguished fea tures remained undisfigured by the beard of appalling dimensions which is fashionable among his country men. " Madame, your pardon," he said. " I am late becos of spending the morning with one of your compatriots, discussing the labor propositions of your most wonder ful country. I allude to Mr. Richard Copeland. Ah ! What a man, a Titan " " Come, come. We will not discuss men or Titans now," interrupted Mrs. Stanwood. " Luncheon is ready and I am starving, as I said before. Here are the others, Gladys, and let us go in." 268 ALPHONSE DE CHAVANNES At the table he sat next to his hostess, and talked to her under cover of the crude and noisy merriment led by Mrs. Hart and Arthur. " Madame is among them as a subtly fashioned work of art among crude tools," thought the Frenchman ; " an essence rare, elusive, and fine, beside commonplace clay. How did she come here? Where will she end? One feels in her a tenderness une tendresse adorable f line purete et une charme exquise!" And again and again he looked from the face of the wife to that of the husband. " What did you think of Copeland s settlement ? " asked one of the men unexpectedly. " One think many things," he began. " First of all one think the young man make moch trouble for him self." Gladys was looking out of the window at the spot where she had planted her tallest flowers in order that a view of the place where Dick Copeland worked might be hidden. " What kind of trouble ? " she asked, without turn ing her head. " Mafoi ! almost any kind. At present it is a ques tion if he be struck down by the law or those who defy the law. By one he is suspected of fermenting is that how you call it ? excuse my atrocious English of fermenting the labor disorders ; by the other he is accused of trahison would you say betrayal ? " " Betrayal ! " said Gladys, speaking low and very distinctly. "Yes, that might be the word." Her face 269 THE EVASION was still turned as she leaned back in her chair, crum bling bread with her right hand. Monsieur de Cha- vannes, looking at the fragile profile, asked himself if it had not suddenly grown pale. " But I do not think he has betrayed any one," he continued. " He has only made one big mistake. He has discovered early in life that the rich man liv off the poor man, which is true. Next " " Bernard Shaw ! " murmured Mrs. Stan wood. " Ah, madame ! You read heem ? There is a wit ! a cleverness hardly tolerable ! a juggler with ideas ! a facility unsurpassed of intellectual leger de main. But often he is true as well as dazzling ; and it is true that the rich man he liv from off the poor man." " My dear Alphonse," interrupted Diana Hart, " all this might sound admirably in a lecture, but please remember that you are talking to people who have not come to admire but to understand. And will you ex plain how we householders and landholders who pay out hundreds of dollars a month to our servants, part of the so-called poor, who serve us most vilely, and drink our wine, and take our pocket-handkerchiefs and neck ties whenever our backs are turned, how we whose entire income goes to paying the poor for the needs of our everyday existence, live off of them? " Alphonse de Chavannes inclined himself toward his questioner with perfect good humor. " It is a complicated subjec , chere madame," he an swered, "but one it would give me pleasure to ex plain." 270 ALPHONSE DE CHAVANNES " Please do not try to do so," said Gladys, in her lightest voice and manner. " It must be something to do with political economy, and we could not possibly digest it. I read a book on the subject once, so I know of what I speak." " And how much did you understand of it ? " asked a man opposite, with a heavy attempt at being quizzical. He knew Gladys as a gay and pretty woman, the lead ing spirit in a circle of which he was sometimes the proud guest, and he regarded her therefore as a spar kling, but frivolous and mindless being, his own mind being one which rarely aspired beyond sporting gossip and the latest news on the stock exchange. " And how much did you understand of it ? " " Every word," she answered promptly. " I under stood every word of it perfectly; but nothing at all of all the words together. The only fact I gleaned from the whole book was that it is wrong to buy gold lace. I never wished to buy any before, but since then it has become a vicious and not always resisted craving." " This is all my doing," said Mrs. Stanwood approv ingly. " When Gladys came to me she was quite in competent to enjoy doing those things which she ought not to do." " But I became competent so soon that it is not fair to hold the past against me. However, I am afraid I don t enjoy doing them quite as much as I did. It was a delicious and awful pastime at first, such as was en joyed by the first woman who smoked a cigarette or 271 THE EVASION rode a bicycle ; but now, in this world we all share, so many people are doing what they ought not to do that the peril has gone out of it. It has become almost as commonplace as the virtues of the child in the Sunday- school books." Monsieur de Chavannes looked curiously at his host ess, for his sensitive ear had detected a new and slightly forced note in her words and manner. " But in the meantime we have not heard who Dick Copeland has betrayed or what trouble he is likely to find himself in," asked Morrison. He was the man who had originally questioned Alphonse de Chavannes concerning Dick, as well as one of those who had been present years ago at the game of poker during which one man had lost his reputation and another his honor. " I think he betray no one, but he make the mistake of thinking that he can make the human being live according to a system of his own contriving. Men will never live according to any system not evoluted, that is not the word, but you onderstand, not evoluted grad ually from millions of years of failures and slow adjost- ing. But whether from obstinateness or disinterested ness, he has put all his money and his strength into his system, and he fail. His people are very angry with him for taking away their drink and their religion. Que voulez-vous ? Can one blame them ? If you take away the vices of the proletariat you must leave him his emotions, and in the prayer-meeting there is moch emotion." 272 ALPHONSE DE CHAVANNES " You seem to be almost as good an atheist as Cope- land himself," interrupted Morrison. " Pardon ! there is moch difference between us. He is an atheist. I am an agnostic. He is more credulous than I. He believ in negation. He believ in nothing, I believ nothing. Voilaf Am I onderstood? Madame, I am sure, comprehends." He turned to Gladys with his charming smile, but there was no answering smile on her lips or in her eyes. " In what sort of trouble is he likely to find him self ?" she asked, as if against her will. " The troubles of a bold man who fight alone against things that exist. The labor question is at an acute point at present. You who liv on this hillside in your beautiful home cannot onderstand the misery and vio lence that is passing in the town of mills whose chim neys you see from your windows. The las big strike is announce for to-day, and it is not a demand for higher wages or shorter hours, but for the clos shop. Our friend Copeland is in favor of the open shop ; he be liev that free citizens should possess the right of ac cepting such employment as they choos . The laboring class hold that soch freedom strike the foundation of their organized movement for better conditions. Cope- land has up to this time espoused the cause of the workingman, and the workingmen say now that he betray them. They say that his settlement with its fine mills and its tenements is only a bid for high-class labor, and the whole a monster machine I think 273 THE EVASION that is their phrase for increasing his own fortune. It may be true, but I do not believe it I do not ! " The Frenchman paused to sip his claret, and then looked about the table to see that the lunch had long since been eaten and removed. "Your pardon, madame! " he exclaimed quickly, "I have bored your guests with my hobby-horse is it hobby-horse that you say?" " Hobby-horse will do all right. We don t usually take the trouble to say it all," said the stockbroker opposite. "Have I bored you, as well as your guests, ma- dame ? " continued Alphonse de Chavannes contritely. " Once or twice I have thought you show an interest in these questions, or I should not have allowed myself to be led away." " You are right, monsieur. They do interest me," said Gladys, regaining the ease of manner that at one moment she had felt was leaving her. " I am interested, and some day we must have a long talk about it, but I warn you that I have no comprehension of the social ists point of view. I do not see how we can level con ditions without leveling ability." " Permit me, madame it is not a question of con ditions as much as of adjostment of the opportunity to share and share alike." Gladys laughed. "I see that I must not argue with you or I might become convinced, and that would be so uncomfortable. Your opinions are your luxuries, your articles de vertu, to be cherished and analyzed. 274 ALPHONSE DE CHAVANNES Mine^ would be articles of faith to be lived by; and that is because of my remnant of a New England con science, which I have never been able to leave quite behind me. Aunt Edith, shall we have coffee on the piazza?" CHAPTER XVII THE PROFESSOR IS TROUBLED PR< IOFESSOR Lawrence visited his daughter during the following week, and observed herself and her sur roundings with puzzled and profound anxiety. Women who smoked and gambled and drank cocktails were an offense to the professor, and the fact that these same women were attractive and well-born only increased his trouble. It was true that his daughter did none of these things, but she permitted them in her house. She not only made them possible, but easy and attractive. The cigarettes, ash trays, matches, were dainty and expen sive. And most perfect was the system with which noise less servants unfolded the card tables, arranged lamps, whiskey, and siphons in that corner of the hall where the bridge-players held their nightly revels. Nor was it only card-playing and smoking that troubled the professor. It seemed to him that his son- in-law s guests drank more wine than was compatible with health and good breeding. There was no hour of the day, and very few if any of the night, during which the wine sideboard in the dining-room did not stand unlocked ; and a servant was always within call to furnish cracked ice and other ingredients necessary 276 THE PROFESSOR IS TROUBLED to the making of cocktails, which Arthur was said to mix with the hand of an artist. There came one not-to-be-forgotten evening when Professor Lawrence was persuaded to taste a cocktail before dinner, and in the ensuing exhilaration he ac cepted a second. The result had been a warm and pleasing glow, a sense of something long forgotten that was proud and bold and golden as youth, and under the influence of which he told with success the story of a certain night of his college career. He was conscious during this period of being agree ably excited by wine, and he did not care. And, on reflection induced by cool and positive daylight, this was the worst of it: that, knowing himself to be influ enced by wine, he had not cared. As a matter of fact, the professor had been no more exhilarated than is con sidered fitting and proper at a successful dinner party, but shame was his portion for several days to come. But worse than the drinking, smoking, and card- playing, was the display of devotion between his son- in-law and Mrs. Hart, and the more quiet but equally evident friendship that Gladys permitted to exist be tween herself and the Frenchman. These various abominations, added to his annoyance at being called upon to automobile at a pace beyond that prescribed by the laws and statutes of his country, and the impossibility of getting any but the richest and most highly seasoned food to eat, combined to make the week spent with his daughter one of profound dis turbance. 277 THE EVASION " I am afraid that you have not enjoyed it very much," she said to him, on the last evening he spent with her. Alphonse de Chavannes was spending several days among the factory towns of the region, and her other guests were playing bridge. The professor ignored her question. " I feel as though I ought to tell you something," he said ear nestly. "What is it?" " Twice to-day I have seen one of the butlers helping himself to wine from the sideboard. Do you think it quite fair to subject him to to such temptation ? He is a very young man, and it seems a pity " The pro fessor paused, abashed at his own temerity. "It must be Charles," said Gladys. "I have sus pected him for some time, and he broke my best cut- glass decanter last week. I will speak to Arthur about it, and if he is drinking badly I suppose we must get another man, though it is awfully hard to do so in mid summer." " But, my dear might n t it be better to remove the temptation ? " " Give up keeping our sideboard open ? " " It might be better for every one," said the professor gravely. His daughter paused before speaking, and then she changed the subject. " Let us go out," she said. " The night is warm and lovely, and we need not sit on the piazza or the terrace, 278 THE PROFESSOR IS TROUBLED but in the field where the apple trees are. It may re mind us of the field in our old home. Will you come, papa ? " " Surely, my dear." " It is frightfully hot indoors, but out here in the moonlight the night is like a friend," said Gladys, leading the way through piazza and garden till they came to a field on the hillside where the grass had just been cut, and the hay lay strewn as it had fallen at the mowing. Masses of vapor suffused with light hid the moon, and brooding low over the land wrapped it closely and tenderly, like some great benign presence, and between the vapors and the earth the night lay shadowless and softly bright. For a while they were silent, and then she began to speak in a low and dreamy monotone. " Is n t it sweet," she said, and, pushing some hay together, she made a pillow and lay beside her father. " Is n t it sweet and still and warm, and how low the clouds come ! One could almost touch them. They seem to bend low and kindly over us ; the whole night is kind. It seems to wrap us close, close and warm. I do not think we could be afraid of anything on a night like this. One can rest on it as on the bosom of a huge, peaceful tide, yield one s self utterly to it, let it unroll one s soul. It would be well ah, papa, I think it would be well to die, to cease to be, on such a night." Her voice sank till it was scarcely audible, and her father made no answer. There was no answer to make, 279 THE EVASION for it seemed to him that he was listening to the voice of a heart-broken woman. "Are you afraid to die, papa?" she asked, after a slight pause. " No, my child." " I used to be afraid," the voice continued. " Even now, I am afraid of drowning or burning or of being shot, but I am not afraid of dying, particularly if I could die to-night, sink deep into this great, tender peace till I sank into everlasting sleep." She was silent again, lying with her arms stretched wide beside her on the warm hay. " The peace of God which passeth all understanding. The peace of God which passeth all understanding, " she murmured. " I often want to cry when I hear that, for it is so far away from me. But I do not want to cry to-night. The ache of living is gone. Papa, do you believe in God ? " " Surely " " I wonder why I wonder why people believe in God. Sometimes I ask them, but they never seem to have any real reason, yet they go on believing. Is it because He is ? or because we want Him so ? I have hours of great unhappiness because I cannot feel sure of God, but to-night it does not seem to make any difference. Perhaps it is because I feel Him without knowing or believing." " It is good for every one to believe in God," said the professor. " It is especially good for a woman to believe." Gladys turned her face toward him on the hay, and 280 THE PROFESSOR IS TROUBLED it was light enough for her father to see that she smiled faintly. " Do you say that because you think we women are so weak ? " she asked, but added immediately, " It is true ; we are weak. I used to think that I was strong, and even now I feel that I could do all things if I be lieved in one above me and the world, whose love and wisdom were infinite. But of myself alone I can do nothing nothing." The professor sat with his knees drawn up and his hands clasped about them. His daughter lay relaxed and motionless, looking into the luminous night. He was the first to speak. "What is it you want to do? Why are you un happy ? " he asked. " I am not unhappy, at least, not to-night," she an swered. " But nothing seems to matter, that is all." " I should be very unhappy if I thought we had persuaded you against your judgment into a marriage which perhaps " The professor paused. " But you must never worry about that, papa, for if it were to do over again I would do the same. When I feel that living is not altogether worth while, the only thing that makes it seem so is the knowledge that Harold and Molly have the opportunities they deserved through what I have been able to give them. And Arthur has always been a good and loving husband to me. You must never regret that I married as I did. There was nothing else, you see, and there never could have been." 281 THE EVASION " If you had your child " " Yes. There was a time when I thought I should go mad with the longing to fill my empty arms, to feel his little hand against my face. But that is gone now. He is safe, you see my baby is safe. If he had lived, all my love could not have stood between him and suffer ing, and suffering is so terrible. Sometimes I do not think the song of a million who are happy can balance the cry of one who is in pain. Does the gift of life seem such a precious thing to you, papa ? If you knew that a comet was to destroy our earth to-night, and that there would never be any more laughter and tears, would it seem a terrible thing? " True to his lifelong habit of accurate thinking, the professor considered carefully before he answered, and then he said, " I do not know, my child." " I talk like some one who is very old," continued his daughter, " like some one very old, whose strands of life are loosening, and who has lived them all. But I am young, I have had no real life, and I know that I never shall ; but it does not seem to matter. There was a time when an unfulfilled life seemed to me the sad dest thing that could be ; but now it makes so little dif ference ! I could have cried myself ill, wished to dash myself on the ground, had I known that I could ever speak like this, and not care. That was during the days when I cared for everything. I looked for the hours when life was to be writ in flame, or when the wind walked like a herald, ushering in the passionate, tragi cal, and glorious things. But now something is killed 282 THE PROFESSOR IS TROUBLED in me, some life-spring broken. I do not know what it is. I do not complain. And I only ask not to be made to suffer, and to fill the days, and to have a few times like this in which to rest. Of course, there is part of me that enjoys excitement and admiration, that takes a pleasure in jewels and beautiful clothes and worldly things, but that part has nothing to do with the real woman." Neither of them spoke again, and in the silence and the dim luminousness of the night Gladys felt herself sinking deeper and deeper, as into friendly arms. Sud denly there were voices and laughter in the garden above, and then the voice of Alphonse de Chavannes, ringing with energy and enthusiasm, rose above the others, " Yes, I hav been down among the people," he cried, " into the furnace where I hav seen forging the civili zation of the future, red-hot, distorted, an violent, but destined to make over the world. And down there I hav met a man, a Titan. Not a hero of the knights, a hero of the plume, making battle to trumpets, but a hero whos work is his glory, whos peril is his joy." " Hear ! Hear ! " cried one of the listeners. " Come in for a whiskey and soda, de Chavannes, and tell us more about it." Gladys rose as the voices trailed off into silence. Her tiny person looked wan, eerie, and unsubstantial in the dim, shadowless light. But she began very practically to pluck the hay from her dress. "He is talking of Richard Copeland," she said, - 283 THE EVASION coldly ; " and the laboring people who know him say that he has betrayed them. Monsieur de Chavannes is an enthusiast. He is moved by his own eloquence even more than we are." CHAPTER XVIII AN AUGUST NIGHT M . ADAME is especially gay and especially onhappy since a week." Gladys was seated on the piazza steps, and as he spoke she lifted her eyes to Monsieur de Chavannes, who stood above her. " I hope that monsieur is not falling a victim to the paradox," she said. " It pleas madame to trifle ? " " It is so much too hot to do anything else." " Ah, mon Dieu, oui ! It is hot. What a climate I Last week we shivered in a pardessus" Alphonse de Chavannes sat on the step beneath her and wiped his brow with frank discomfort. The weather had been intensely, breathlessly hot all day, and neither complete inactivity nor cooling drinks had sufficed to make humanity even comfortable. It was twilight now as Gladys and the Frenchman sat together apart from the bridge-players, whom the almost unbearable heat of lamps had not driven from their evening pastime. " Now that your father is gone I may talk to you again with freedom," said Monsieur de Chavannes. 285 THE EVASION " He did not like that we talk so much. Hein I am I not right ? He think that I compromis you." " My father does not understand that in my small circle a woman is not respected until she is, in some measure, compromised," said Gladys, moving her fan languidly. " Mon amie" the Frenchman spoke gently, "you are bitter to-night. You are onworthy of yourself, as all these companious of yours are onworthy of you. May I say a few things that are on my mind and in my heart ? " " I am listening." "You are unefemme spirituelle, and you have come to live among des sots, among the small smart set in your city, who imitate the morals and manners of those whose pride it is to have neither, yet who lead society in New York and Newport. Why is this, madame ? " " That would be the story of my life, monsieur." " But why do you stay among them ? " " I could not hold my husband to any other life." " Why hold him to any life, madame ? Why hold him to any? " She laughed softly. " You speak boldly, Monsieur de Chavannes." At that moment her husband and Diana Hart emerged from the house at the other end of the piazza and passed together into the twilight. " Is it permit that I add a word ? " continued the Frenchman. " It will be interesting, I am sure." 286 AN AUGUST NIGHT " Are you sure that you hold him at all, even if you will?" " You speak boldly," she said again, with the same delicate indifference of manner. " We others are not afraid to speak to a human being independently of man-made laws. Do not think that I recognize any law which could prevent me from making the lov to you, had not " " I know. There is the other woman. It was con siderate of you to have told rne that at first." " It is not altogether the other woman, madame, it is yourself. It is true that the one I have lov is still near to my heart, but I know that she is never for me, and you are one of those who have power over men even when they lov another. But you are as ice, madame. We talk so moch together becos it is inevitable that we should talk as that winds should blow and water run down hill, but beyon that you give me nothing." " Yet we have played with fire quite prettily now and then." " I do speak not of play, madame ; you are not a woman to play with, neither are you one to be indif ferent to men, whether you lov them or not. Yet you are indifferent to all the men about you, and so I mus infer that there is one man who is not about you" " Monsieur de Chavannes ! " " Madame ? " " In my country it is not customary to speak to women as you are speaking to me." 287 THE EVASION "And I care not for what is your costom. Thert, are things older and greater than costom, and one is the lov of any man for any woman. With this great natural force the union enforce by law and called marriage has nothing to do, no smallest thing. On that point I ana as great a revolutionist as my friend Copeland." "Pray, monsieur, do not talk to me any more of Mr. Copeland. He is an incendiary person, and it is so very warm already." " I am sorry you do not like him. He is a splendid fellow." "There are some who think him But positively I will not discuss it. Diana ! " she called lightly to Mrs. Hart, who strolled back through the garden with Arthur. " Diana ! come and protect me, and you, too, Arthur. Monsieur de Chavannes has begun to discuss revolution in general and Richard Copeland in par ticular." "That dreadful person," said Diana languidly, " who grudges us our lace dresses, our cool rooms, our iced drinks, and even the servants who prepare them for us." " He only grudge them to you when they are pur chased at the expense of those who hav far less than yourselves." " Are you still discussing the poor man ? " Mrs. Stanwood s voice rallied them gayly as she came from the house. " Pour Vamour de Dieu, mes enfants, find a more peaceful occupation. What are you going to 288 do with us, Gladys, between now and bedtime ? It is too hot for any more bridge." " I think we have done everything there is to do," said Gladys. " What more can any one suggest, unless we start and do it all over again? " " I should suggest a drink ; perhaps it will give us an idea," said Arthur. " Come in, de Chavannes. Shall I mix you a Martini, Diana?" " I will go in and mix it myself. Coming, Gladys ? " " No, it is cooler here," and Gladys remained alone sitting on the steps. Somewhere down in the factory towns people were fighting and struggling, and among them was the man whose name grew more and more hateful to her as it grew the more impossible to escape. But the thought of these things did not move her to-night as she leaned against a pillar and looked upwards into the foliage of her maple trees. All day the leaves had hung motionless ; but sud denly while she watched them they began to move, to whisper and shiver among themselves. They became restless, vigilant, there was tumult among them, and something of fear. The air which had lain like warm and lifeless water over the land began to stir also, and the night became full of movement and half-uttered meanings. An awning above her head flapped sud denly and a puff of wind blew some road dust into her face. She rose, choking and disgusted, but alert, and inexplicably alive. " The night seems to be preparing for something," 289 THE EVASION she thought. " I wonder what it is going to be." And then the thought of danger came to her. " How good to be in danger," she said, " how good to be in dan ger of something beside a headache, or the tearing of a new dress, or the failure of the oysters to arrive for dinner! " As she spoke the wind passed through the woods like a long-drawn breath, fell silent, and came again more strongly, so that it swayed the topmost branches of the maples and blew her lace scarf against her face. The breath of it was feverish : it seemed to have passed over violence and ugly passions, and with it, poig nantly and intolerably vivid returned the thought of the struggle that was raging just beyond the shelter of her own acres, and of the man who fought in its midst. The night with its rising tumult of suggestions be came a thing not to be endured, and Gladys sought refuge in her house, where the stored heat of midsum mer lay breathless and undisturbed. In the billiard room she found her guests ; the men alternately sip ping whiskey and soda and pretending to play, while Diana Hart and Mrs. Stanwood talked to each other over a table containing several empty cocktail glasses and a cigarette box. They sat close to the wide-open glass doors which were screened by wire netting. "We are discussing husbands," said Mrs. Hart, as her hostess approached them. " One might say so many things about husbands," Gladys answered, seating herself near them on a formal pile of cushions. 290 AN AUGUST NIGHT * Diana was sympathizing with me for having to superintend the packing of Willie s beetles twice a year when we move," explained Mrs. Stanwood, "and I don t deny the trial of it ; but every husband must have an absorbing interest apart from his wife. Some have other men s wives, some have fast horses, some have cards. Willie has beetles. It might be worse." One of the men at the billiard table laughed without turning. "You must not listen. The conversation is not for you," said Mrs. Hart. " I was n t listening. Morrison made a miss-cue ; that s why I laughed. Get to work, Davenport. The next move is up to you." The indifference of his tone and attitude was almost insolent, and Gladys, in the mood of strange alertness that had come to her through the night with the first puff of hot wind, saw the occupations of these men and women as a degeneracy of actual living, and in her loathing of them and it, she could have almost cried aloud. " Speaking of husbands," continued Mrs. Hart, un der cover of a burst of laughter from the men about the billiard table, " speaking of husbands, I thought I would tell you as my nearest friends that I have my divorce at last, and received the papers this after noon." " I congratulate you, my dear," said Mrs. Stanwood. " Thanks," answered Diana tranquilly ; " Jack was a brnte, and I am well rid of him." 291 THE EVASION A short silence followed, in which there fell an ex clamation of acute misery from the Frenchman. " Mon Dieu ! qu llfait chaud ! C est a mourir" " Have another whiskey and soda, de Chavannes." " Thank you, my friend ; I cannot control the fire in the air, but I can abstain from taking it internally." Arthur, chalking a billiard cue, approached his wife. " I say, Gladys," he whispered, " can t you get Diana and Aunt Edith away on some pretext or other ? We men must take off our coats, or something desperate will happen." " Poor boy ! you must be uncomfortable. I will do my best." "What was that?" exclaimed Morrison suddenly. "What?" " I heard an awning flap. There it goes again. That means wind. The weather has changed, and it may be cooler. Get that infernal wire netting of yours open, Davenport ; it keeps out what air there is." " The mosquitoes," protested some one feebly, but Arthur opened wide the screen door. "It s worse than ever," exclaimed Morrison, dis gusted as he felt a feverish breath on his face, " and the moon has just come up to grin at us. Did you ever see a more battered-looking person ! What is the mat ter with her ? " " She is waning," said Gladys, stepping out to see the moon, red-hot and distorted, hanging just above the horizon. " She is dying, and oh, she is old ! " " And tipsy." 292 AN AUGUST NIGHT " And disreputable." " I almost saw her wink. Here s to her." The stock broker held his glass up to the luminary and drank. " The mosquitoes are coming in," said Mrs. Stan- wood. " Please come in yourselves, or shut the screens behind you." The men came back as requested, and returned to the billiard table. Morrison alone peered out through the wire netting. " Look at the light above your famous factory town, de Chavannes. I rather think there is hell down there to-night." "Not hell, my friend. Danger and soffering, yes; but not hell. The real tragedy of life is not with those who stroggle, who lead forlorn hopes " " And lose them," said a man at the billiard table. " The losing is not the point," answered the French man rapidly, with one of his vivid gestures. " It is not the failure to win that counts, but the glory that there are men to dare." " Please let up on that, de Chavannes," said Mor rison, with unexpected gravity ; " I don t feel as though I could stand it to-night. I heard something just be fore dinner about poor Copeland, and I have been rather sick ever since." " My frien Copeland in treble, an you never tell me ! " cried Alphonse de Chavannes. "Can t we drop Copeland as well as his work?" said Arthur sullenly, with his back turned, as he played with billiard balls. 293 THE EVASION " You might as well come out with it, now that you have begun," said the stockbroker. "I never could help sort of liking the fellow in spite of " he paused, looking at the three women ; but Mrs. Hart lit another cigarette indifferently. " Do not mind us," she said. " Gladys looks pale," said Mrs. Stanwood, " and I think we will go." But Gladys, standing white and still, did not hear. " What has happened to Dick Copeland ? " she asked. It seemed to her that the world had suddenly stopped, that movement and light and sound had gone out of it. Somewhere in the void she heard her own voice asking, "Is he dead?" " No, he is not dead, but " He paused. Sensation, torturing, tumultuous, returned to her. She reeled under it, and put her hand against the wall to save herself from falling. She wanted to shriek aloud, she wanted to tear his news from Morrison with her hands. Dimly she heard her aunt s whisper : " Take care that no one sees, cherie ! " And then there were eager questions, and at last Morrison s explanation. " It was that head gardener of yours, Davenport, who told me. He had been down to visit his brother at the cotton mills, and got home just before dinner. We all knew Copeland was in trouble : de Chavannes explained about the disaffection in his own mills, and the anger caused by his attitude on the open-shop question. It ap pears the feeling against him reached a climax last Mon- 294 AN AUGUST NIGHT day, when he openly joined the non-union skilled work men who were hired to break the strike at Riverbend. It was a mad thing to do. His own men turned against him. The laboring classes considered him a Judas. He had come among them, they said, to win their confi dence and betray it, But the point is that yesterday morning something went wrong with the loom Copeland was working at. He was caught in it and pass along the whiskey ! none of the workers near him would do anything, which gives the suspicion of foul play. They say if it had not been for his great strength he would have been thoroughly smashed up. As it was, he contrived to break or stop something, but not before the machine had done for his right arm, which, accord ing to report, was taken off by the attending surgeon an hour later. I am sorry, Diana. It is n t a nice story, but you were warned." " There is something especially gruesome about being caught in a machine," admitted Mrs. Hart, " and one hates to think of a superb animal like Dick Copeland being mauled up like that. But some one ought to look after Gladys, I think she is going to faint." " Gladys is all right," Mrs. Stanwood assured them. " She never could bear to hear of things being hurt, and after the strain of this heat but you might bring a little whiskey, Arthur. You must drink it, cherie, for your own self-defense," she added, in an aside, and Gladys drank, seated on the ottoman beside her aunt. It seemed to her that she was being torn by the same awful machine that had crushed Dick. Relentless hands 295 THE EVASION were at her throat, grappling with her breath and stop ping her heart, and there was still upon her the need to shriek. " The Frenchman is looking, cAerie," her aunt s warning came again; and because the fear of pride degraded, and emotion betrayed, is as strong as life, Gladys smiled and put aside offers of help. " Of course these things happen all the time," con tinued Morrison, putting down his glass. " It s only having it occur under your own window, so to speak, while you are fooling with cool drinks and comfort, that makes you feel weak-kneed, particularly when it happens to one of your own classmates, who, whatever he may have done since, has one time stood at your shoulder through the freshman rush, and helped you with Greek hexameters." " Mon Dieu I it is awful ! " groaned de Chavannes, with his head in his hands. " He was mad to do it. But what superb courage ! the courage of martyrs and fools, who consider not that which is expedient, or that which has common sense ! The courage " " Courage be ! " interrupted Morrison with im patience. "Every man who is worth anything and does not vitiate himself with amusement can stand up for what he thinks is right." The Frenchman started but said nothing, for if he did not understand, he was still learning to recognize and accept what seemed to him the rough brutality with which the Anglo-Saxon male treats his friends. " What matters now is that feeling against Copeland 296 AN AUGUST NIGHT is as high as ever," continued Morrison. "They are re solved to make an end of him entirely. He is physically unable to defend himself, and the attack against him is likely to be a personal one." " But the police where is your police ? Is this a civiliz country or not ? " " Not, my friend ; emphatically not, and don t forget to put that in your next lecture about us. There are enough raw and lawless elements in the United States to set Europe in a blaze from end to end could they be transported. But Copeland could get himself protected if he would, and it s part of his general madness that he won t. He is out there alone in his cabin in the woods. The Lord knows who is looking after him ! " " Then he is still in danger of his life. Can we mes amis, I ask it as man to man can we permit this ? " Arthur, who was very pale, moved uneasily up and down the room. " I don t know what we can do about it," he mut tered. " But surely with your servants, your automo bile "- " The auto is broken and there is not a servant who would help him. You see, he has betrayed them." " Betrayed ! And you admit he is your frien ! " " No, I don t. There is where you are dead wrong. Dick Copeland is no friend of mine." Arthur wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand, and when he was next wanted he had left the room. " Does no one know where his cabin is ? " 297 THE EVASION " It s miles away, and I hardly know in which direc, tion." " Mon Dieu ! But this is horrible ! and one can do nothing nothing ! " " You are cowards ! " said Gladys, very low. She had risen, and they looked at her, startled. " She is like a white-hot flame," thought the French man; but then he saw something else in her face, and forgot to make further simile. " If you can suggest anything, we will do it, Mrs. Davenport," said Morrison gravely. "Cowards!" she repeated, "Cowards all of you," and passed swiftly from the room. The men stared after her blankly. "Jove ! " said the stockbroker, after a pause. " Jove ! " he repeated, "would you think little Mrs. Davenport had that amount of the tiger to her ? " The Frenchman said nothing, but took advantage of general stupefaction to follow his hostess. CHAPTER XIX AN AWAKENING "LADYS stumbled in the darkness of her telephone room. Emotion, huge, terrible, merciless as the ma chine which had torn Dick Copeland, bore down upon her. Her shaking hands missed the switch that commanded a light, and after finding the telephone receiver a me tallic buzz was the only message the wires brought her. She rang again and again. " I shall go mad if they do not answer ! I shall go mad!" she sobbed. Then she feared that she could not hear a voice be cause of the dreadful hammering of her heart, and that she would be unable to answer because of the blood which seemed coming into her throat. A faint " hello " reached her at last, the mere phan tom of a voice that came from nowhere, drifted past her, and was lost. But she called, and the wires brought it to her again. " I want to be put into connection with the Copeland settlement," she said. There was a pause, and then the dim voice wandered past her again in disjointed shreds of words that seemed swept and torn as by great winds. Soul and body were 299 THE EVASION strained to hear, but " Copeland," " phone," "impossi ble " was all she heard. " I can t hear on account of the noise," she called. " For the love of God, stop the buzzing on the wires ! Can t you stop it ? " Almost immediately there was silence, and then a voice spoke suddenly in her ear. " You want Copeland s settlement ? " "Yes." "Well, I guess they are not answering the phone there to-night ; they are too busy firing the mills." " Where is he ? " " Probably at his cabin." " Who is with him ? " " I don t think he has exactly a guard of friends." " But he is in danger. Somebody must be there give me his line." " The strikers cut that yesterday." Gladys felt that she was going to fall, but her parched lips found the receiver again. " I am a friend of Mr. Copeland are you listen ing? Hello ! Are you there? " " Where should I be ? Who is it, please ? " " Mrs. Davenport. We are friends of Mr. Copeland s, and he must be warned of his danger. He must be saved. Are you alone in the office ? " " Yes, ma am. Worse luck ! " " Can t you call some one ? Or telephone some one who will find men to go to him, to take him away? He must not be left there. Pie will be murdered. 300 AN AWAKENING Money is no object. Think, Central, think what can be done." " I guess there is n t much to be done," came the answer sullenly, " and I guess Dick Copeland can take care of himself as well as he deserves. He has done harm enough and to spare, and there is n t a man to night that I know of who could be hired to help him." " But he is ill he is crippled " " So are a good many others. I don t know of an able-bodied man in town to-night that has n t gone to the fires, and I have my work. Good-by." The receiver dropped from her hands, and, leaning against the wall for support, Gladys tried to think. He was crippled, and his life was threatened. Who was there to warn or save him ? " No one ! " she cried ; " there is no one ! " The next moment she herself ran out into the night. Unwilling to waste time on the spacious curves of her avenue she took a path through the woods, where, missing her way in the darkness, she stumbled often. The bushes seemed to stretch out cruel hands to tear the laces and muslin of her dress, and the cat-briers caught her ankles. Reaching the high road at last, she turned in the direction of Dick s cabin, the exact posi tion of which she knew well, and forced herself to walk, or her gasping breath and thinly shod feet would not have carried her far. The night was now full of hot wind, and the elms that followed the high road bent dismayed and tortured before it. Now and then the sky pulsated with a red and awful light from which she 301 THE EVASION hid her face, for it meant that his mills were burning. Only a few people passed, and once an electric car clanged by her with a load of singing, half-drunken men. At the thought that they might be strikers on their way to him, the blood seemed to come up in her throat again. She feared to fall, and for one moment permitted herself to sit on a stone by the roadside. Then she asked herself why she was doing this thing, why she was rushing through pain and danger to save an outcast, a man whom she despised. And then she answered herself clearly at last. " Because I love him." The misery and apathy of her life stood explained. " I love him ! I have loved him always," she whis pered. But the next moment neither her love nor the joy nor the shame of it mattered. He was in danger of his life, and she must go to him. With the wind at her back straining at her scarf and laces and tossing them in front of her as she ran stumbling often in her thin high-heeled slippers, and gasping because of her haste and the hard sobs that tightened her throat, she went on and on over the dusty high road till she came at last to the clearing, back of which she knew that Dick s cabin was hidden in the woods. Through the trees she caught a cool gleam of moonlight on the river as it slipped tranquilly under a wooded bend of land that backed against the wind. Now that she had come to the place and the man she paused, afraid, and wondering if she could find the 302 AN AWAKENING strength to face him. But through the tumult in the trees and bushes she heard faintly, though distinctly, a voice shouting behind her, and then rapid footsteps on the road. She sped into the woods by a pathway that could be scarcely more than imagined in the confusion of moonlight and shadow. Again her dress and hair were torn, and she tripped often over half-sunken roots and creeping vines ; but before expecting it she found herself in another clearing, protected from the wind, where it was wondrously still. And there a small cabin, dark and silent, slept in the moonlight, while just be yond it the river flowed by, with dimples and silken folds of silver gleaming and vanishing on its peaceful surface. There was no sound but the wash of wind in dis tant treetops, nor any crack of light to be seen in the cabin. Absolute loneliness, but peace and security as well, seemed to dwell here. Moving toward the front of the house she was startled by an odor of fresh to bacco smoke, and, turning the corner, she came upon some one sitting on the doorstep. It was too late for any attempt to hide, for she stood an isolated figure in the moonlit space, and motionless, with suspended breath, she faced the man, whose face she could not see. For a moment he looked at her without stirring, but then he rose, and she saw that it was Dick, and that his right arm was in a sling. " Who is it ? " he asked. So the story of his mutilation was not true. An 303 THE EVASION agony of pity was lifted from her, but the sound of his voice coming after the silent years was almost more than she could bear. He came down the few steps that led to the turf, and paused suddenly. " It is you ! " he said slowly. " It is you ! " In the silence that followed she heard again a man shouting on the road. " Hush ! Hush ! " she whispered. " Do not speak. They are trying to find the way in. Some one followed me. I ran I" Her voice failed, and he caught her as she was about to fall. " There is no one," he said steadily. " Listen. It is quite still. There is no one." For one moment she lay in the curve of his arm as lightly and helplessly as a broken bird. "They have gone by," she said. " Thank God ! they have gone by," and, lifting herself, she drew away, and pushed the hair from her eyes that she might look at him. " You must not stay here," he continued. " People are likely to come to-night, and if you were found I will walk back with you from wherever you came. That will be the best way. Shall we go at once?" " Yes, yes ! that would be best, that would be safest. No one will think of finding you with me. Come." Her disjointed, incoherent phrases might have been those of one in an agony of personal fear, and to Dick they could seem to mean nothing else. But Gladys was physically incapable of further effort. 304 AN AWAKENING At her first movement toward the road she put her hand to her throat. " I cannot," she said. " I ran all the way I cannot go any further." And, half lifting her, Dick led her to the house. To secure the blinds so that no one could look in was the work of an instant, and then Gladys, who had sunk into the chair he placed for her, heard him searching in the dark for matches, and once or twice muttering savage things under his breath. When he had found them and lit a small lamp, she was sitting with her arms flung across the table and her head dropped upon them. " You must drink some of this," he said, putting a small glass by her and pouring some whiskey into it. Very obediently she drank, and then, in the light of the evil-smelling kerosene lamp, she lifted her eyes to his face. It was a stern, lonely, and desolate face, with large-boned features gauntly prominent, and dark, heavy lines of physical pain under sunken eyes. The desolation and the look of pain smote her, so that she forgot herself and the secret she must guard. " How you have changed ! " she said slowly and very low. " You are the same," he answered. " Can a face lie so well ? " she murmured, and added brokenly, " It was long ago." " It was only yesterday." She shivered, and put her clasped hands, paln? s *mt- wards, before her eyes. 305 THE EVASION " If he spoke to me of love, if he even put out his hand to touch me, should I not be at his mercy ? " she thought, and then, rising swiftly, she put the width of the room between them. Dick stood by the table, with his eyes turned from her. " You cannot stay," he said. " People are likely to come here." " What people ? " " No friends, and I can neither hide you, nor, I fear, protect you." " Your enemies, then, your enemies ! You are still in danger ! " Her voice, strained and breathless, was escaping her control, but she forced herself to add qui etly, " What do you suggest ? I cannot go alone, you must see that. It would be dangerous for me to-night." " I will go with you as far as the livery stable. I know a good man who will take you safely." " And after that?" - " He will drive you home, of course." " And you ? " - " I shall come back." She did not answer at once, wondering how she could keep him from reaching the stable. " Perhaps we could find your own horse," he sug gested. All this time they dared not look at each other. " That would be impossible," she said. " So I feared. You seemed to have been running a long way when you came." 306 AN AWAKENING " I had run far." There was a silence, and then Gladys lifted her eyes from her locked fingers and looked about the room. She noted its bareness and discomfort, the disorder of the shelves, a loaf of bread half cut, an ink-bottle beside which some ink had been spilled and not wiped away. Everywhere were evidences of Dick s clumsy effort to do his housekeeping with one hand. On a nail beside a bookshelf was an old coat with three but tons gone, and nowhere was there a comfortable chair in which a sick man might sit at ease. These things made a background of loneliness and neglect for him which she carried with her for long days. Over the door was a football, and hanging by it a boy s fishing cap with a crimson H upon it. It was a relic of Dick s college days, and she recognized it immediately. He had worn it once, she remembered the place and the hour, the sun on the water, the wide sky, the moving of winds and light. She remembered the look in his eyes, the words on his lips. Life had wooed her exquisitely in those days. The Possible, a thing of glamour, and mystery, and infinite promise, had walked at her side. Suddenly she knew that Dick was looking at her. She had come upon him that night as he sat with failure, and tried grimly to outstare it. A rebel against things that are, with pity in his heart for the ones who bear the heat and burden of life, he had striven to lift them to things as they should be. He had striven hon- 307 THE EVASION estly, but he had schemed arrogantly, and executed without wisdom, without fear, and scorning expediency. So he had failed, and sat alone this night with his for tune destroyed and his life threatened by those to de fend whom he had risked both. Dick was obstinate in his point of view; he had found it difficult, as many a man had found it before him, to understand how convictions as simple and in evitable as his own could fail to convince, and counted on the adherence of his own settlement to the mental attitude induced in him by developments of the big strike. To-night he was learning his lesson, and scorning to evade a single humiliating detail, but the wounds of it cut to the bone of him. He was hurt in the pride of his intellect, which is perhaps the deepest hurt a man can receive, and, unstrung as he was by physical and mental suffering, he saw his life stripped and stark as a riven oak. Then suddenly came the woman he loved, who sat before him with miserable eyes. " So you are unhappy, after all," he said. " If I had known " " We must go," she said, " or they will be here the men you have sold and betrayed." He did not stir. " You believe that ? " he asked gravely. " The past explains the present," she said, and her voice shook with passion and misery. Some one knocked at the door, rapidly and noisily. 308 AN AWAKENING " They are here ! They have come ! " she whispered, forgetting everything but his danger. " Do not speak. Go into the back room quietly, and get out of the win dow while I talk with them. They will not hurt a woman. I am not afraid I will " Dick interrupted sternly, and put her behind him. " Open the closet on your left and lock it after you," he said, speaking rapidly, with his eyes fixed on the door, at which an insistent rapping continued. " You can get into the woods that way, and there s a path by the edge of the river that will take you to the livery stable I spoke of. Do you understand ? Go quickly." " And you and you " " Go at once, or I can neither hide nor protect you." " I am not afraid." " Let me in," cried a voice outside. " It is I your friend, de Chavannes." " Go," whispered Dick again, without turning his head. There was a moment s pause, and then Gladys slipped in front of him and unlocked the door herself. " I am glad that you have come," she said. De Chavannes stood on the threshold, and blinked at the light. " I am glad that you have come," she repeated, look ing at him steadily. " I lost my way and wandered here by chance, fortunately for me, as Mr. Copeland has been very kind." Her breath failed, and her hand sought her throat, but she met his eyes firmly. 309 THE EVASION " It was fortunate, indeed," answered the Frenchman suavely. " I will never f orgiv my own stupidness in allowing the horse to run with me. If you were not just descended from the carriage your voice might have controlled him. You are pale, madame, and tired. Can you f orgiv ? " " Surely, since you have found me. How did you trace me here ? " " Voila ! " He held up a shoe-buckle of rhinestones. " It was on the edge of the woods in the moonlight, and at the opening of the path was a bit of lace. And you, my frien , he approached Dick, and put a hand on his shoulder, " you have given us fright. But I am tol that the dreadful rumor that you had los your arm is untrue." "I am unpleasantly conscious of the possession of my arm," said Dick. " But you are still in danger. Will you not come with us? The carriage wait , and I am sure that madame " He hesitated and looked at Gladys, who, wan and spent with emotion, leaned against the wall as if for support. " My husband s house is open to Mr. Copeland," she said slowly. " My husband will be glad to return the protection Mr. Copeland has so kindly given me." " You are very kind," said Dick, addressing de Chavannes. "But I am all right here. The rumors have been exaggerated." " But you are alone here, my frien , and you suffer. 310 AN AWAKENING I see it in your face. I take madame now, but to morrow I come back." " Don t bother about me, de Chavannes." "They burn your mills to-night." " So I am told." " It will mean great money loss to you? " " You had better go, de Chavannes. It is not safe for Mrs. Davenport here." " Madame, are you ready ? Good-by, Copeland, a bientbt." In the carriage that de Chavannes brought for her, Gladys leaned back with closed eyes, and they drove home almost in silence. " Why did you follow me?" she asked at last. " It seem to me that madame may need a f rien to night. I see madame s face, white and reckless. I see her go down into the woods like one in a delirium. I guess where she go, an I say, She is in need of a frien . There is being compromis , there is also being ruin . Madame is ruin if any one but de Chavannes know where she is to-night. With de Chavannes it does not matter. I go to your stables, where I fin one small groom, and I say to him : Madame desire to go to see the mills burn. I go with her. Put the ol horse into the cart. Madame wait for me on the avenue. I start. The horse is ol and sleepy. He go slow. I am not sure of the road I lose it. I ask a question or two. At las I see madame like a spirit in the moon light, jus entering the wood. I shout she pay no attention. I tie the horse I see the shoe-buckle. I 311 THE EVASION try for the path and find the cabin at las . Then I wait. I like not to interrupt " He hesitated. " I know how those things are," he added. " What Frenchman does not ? And life is so full of interruptions ! Then I hear madame s voice. It is a voice of anger, and I know they do not enjoy. I knock. Did I do right ? Did I interrupt ? " He asked the question anxiously. " If I were not a very unhappy woman, I should smile at your question," she said. " Why, madame ? " " It would be hard to explain." " I do not try to open the door," he continued, " for madame may wish to escape. If so, it is well. If she wait to receive me, that also is well. Her first words reassure me. I see her point I play the game. I play him well Jiein ? " Pie turned to her with a smile of childlike vanity. " It is a good game, but does it deceive him ? " She did not answer. " My friend Copeland he stand bleak and sombre, like a November day. It was necessary to bring you back to-night, but he has moch onhappiness. I like to think that he onderstan . Chere amie, a Frenchwoman would not try so hard to keep him from happiness." She did not speak again till they turned into the avenue. " There is nothing more to be said, but thank you," she told him. " I cannot even try to deceive you, for my shame is bare under your eyes." " I know of no shame," answered the Frenchman. CHAPTER XX REALIZATION EM< [OTION and fatigue so prostrated Gladys that for several days she lay white as the linen of her bed, and beyond the reach of further suffering. Her guests sent messages of reproach that she should have slipped away to view the great fire without giving any of them the chance to join her. They also sent condolences, advice, and the hope that she would be better ; but receiving no answer from beyond the closed door of her bedroom, and finding themselves limited in the amount of noise they could make, they took themselves away at last. On that day Gladys was better, and allowed her husband to see her for the first time. He was startled by her pallor, and moved by what seemed the pathetic youth of her face. Her arms were stretched at her side with hands upturned as though in utter abandon ment, and bending, Arthur kissed her palm. Without moving she turned her eyes to him. They were listless, unresponsive, and seemed to look from far away ; but they were not unkind. "Are you feeling better?" he asked, speaking less loud than usual, and taking care not to jar the bed as he drew a chair beside it. His wife was grateful to him, 313 THE EVASION and dimly conscious that not every man would have been capable of such consideration. " They all went this morning," he continued. " I suppose Diana is still here." " Why do you suppose that ? " questioned her hus band sharply. She considered his face with the grave and listless eyes of a tired child. " I do not know," she said at last, and turned her eyes to the window. Arthur was alarmed, and he began to wonder if there were anything unusual the matter with his wife. " Diana went with the others," he explained. " I am afraid you will be lonely," said Gladys. " Don t mind about me. But I wish you would get well. De Chavannes sent you word of his engage ment?" "Yes." " He received a cable yesterday morning, saying * the obstacle had been removed, whether it was mother or father or husband he did not say ; but anyhow he has gone out to marry her. He says that you knew about it all the time, and would be the first to wish him happiness. I was surprised and glad to hear that, for I had been rather miserable about it. Forgive me for doubting even enough to be miserable, won t you ? " " There is nothing to forgive," she said. " A man ought to be cowhided for thinking anything wrong about you," he said, " for if ever there s a woman like a dewdrop, you are the one. I saw that 314 KEALIZATION poem this morning in your copy of Browning. I can t understand the fellow as a rule, but I understood that all right, because it was about you." He paused, hoping his wife would speak ; but, save that she now looked at the hand he had kissed instead of at the window, she had not stirred, and he became conscious of something disquieting : it was as though a deep and fateful significance brooded beneath her apathy. But understanding nothing he continued to inform her of daily happenings. " De Chavannes went down to Copeland the day after the fire, and found him seriously ill. We I " he moved uncomfortably "I arranged to get him to the Boston City Hospital. I had to do it. I was glad to, for I could n t put him out of my head. It seemed an infernal bungle of things for me to be here, and for him ,to be down there, and well I could n t stand it, that s all. I telephoned Aldrich, and he came down with a nurse. They re going to pull him through all right. You don t mind my having done it, do you ? " "It was kind of you. It was like you," she said with difficulty. And this was true, for when it came to physical suffering Arthur was tender-hearted as a woman. " It stopped me from feeling like all kinds of a beast," he murmured. "I going to the hospital may just have saved his life, and that would sort of even things up." He had risen and moved about the room restlessly. " It would sort of even things up," he muttered under 315 THE EVASION his breath, while fingering the things on his wife s dressing-table. Then he turned, with one of his volatile changes of mood. " They told me not to stay more than a few minutes, so I suppose I must be going. But I say, Gladys, why won t you look at a fellow ? " His wife obeyed his request, and Arthur found him self staring into eyes of utter woe. " Something is troubling you," he said in dismay. " What is it ? It is n t the damned Frenchman after all?" "No." She forced herself to smile under solemn, unchanging eyes. " Then " Arthur beamed suddenly and radiantly " is it Diana? Do you mind about Diana? " " No, I want you to have your friend." " But I don t want to have her. I am glad she has gone. You don t know her." His face grew morose and anxious. " I am afraid of her. She has a power but if I thought our being together worried you, why, I could give her up. It would be as easy as turn ing over a hand." " I am afraid you would be lonely." " You said that once before. One would think you were contemplating running away. Be honest, Gladys.. Do you mind my seeing so much of Diana ? " " No, Arthur. Truly, truly I do not," she said, with evident earnestness, and as though assuring him of a welcome fact. " You don t care a rush for me ! You never did ! " 316 KEALIZATION he cried, with bitter emphasis. Once or twice he walked up and down the room, and paused to look out of the window. " Kismet ! " he muttered miserably, " Kis met!" It was the piteous moment of Arthur s life, but his wife, bewildered by her own pain, did not understand. Without speaking to her again, he left the room to answer Diana Hart s telegram. The next day Gladys took up her life with its out ward happenings unchanged ; but neither in her wak ing hours nor in her dreams did she forget that she loved a man who was not her husband and whom she despised. Her shame for the last was the greater shame of the two. Mood upon mood, each one merciless and resistless, swept her during the weeks that followed. She faced her love deliberately, loathing it and fearing it, but never denying its magnitude, or seeing in it other than the one reality of her existence. There were times when she remembered the ideal of her girlhood. She had told herself that she could never love where she could not worship as well, that her hours of spiritual ecstasy, of deepest, holiest calm would belong to her love, and all that her nature could give of beauty and tenderness, of high endeavor, and of passion pure as flame ; but here was love come to her neither bringing nor accepting any good thing, yet possessing her utterly, throwing her life into a huge disarray of violence, misery, and shame. A man whom she could not honor was king of her nights and days. 317 THE EVASION There were other times when the longing for sight and sound of him grew to a consuming pain. She knew that he was ill and suffering, and nothing but the tra dition of her race and kind held her from his side. She thought of him deserted and hated, and tenderness moved her intolerably, so that she felt she could bear it all did she only know that some one who cared was with him. Pride, shame, duty she could conceive that these things might become as words beside the thought of his bleak and unswept room, his unmended coat, his desolate eyes. There were moments when she stood dismayed before her own capacity for suffering, and then she grew merciful towards women who had been tempted and had fallen. From the wreckage of her life and ideals she sought a refuge in the religion of her childhood, flung herself upon it as a man dying of thirst will fling himself upon the stream where he has once slaked it. But the bed of the stream was empty : it lay scorched and arid under her parched lips. Gladys had lost her faith. It was one of the things that Dick had taken from her. " There is no proof ! " she cried, "And how can one be lieve without proof ? One must live as bravely as one can, but there is no help no help ! " During these days the local papers made hysterical use of Dick s name. His characterization ran the gamut from " martyred chief " to traitor and demagogue. He was also ridiculed and caricatured, and the story of the game of poker which had hitherto been a rumor con- 318 REALIZATION fined among a handful of men, became public, and was immediately and effectively used by his enemies. Arthur looked on and saw another man branded with his own dishonor. After all these years his shame rose to stare him in the face again, and he told himself that it was too late to do anything. The sacrifice would be almost futile at this hour even had he possessed the moral fibre to make it. But he was obliged to disinter the self that he knew to be weak and cowardly, and live with it day by day. It was a presence that did not make good company, even after he shifted the re sponsibility of it onto the shoulders of his Maker, and reestablished his grievance against the powers who had fashioned him as he was. He wondered how his wife would look at him if she knew the truth, and his mind shying uncomfortably from the thought, sought increasing distraction with Diana Hart. But he could not forget Dick, whom he had wronged, and whose ruin lay huge and complete for the world to probe. Neither by night nor by day could he forget him ; for Arthur was kind, and had the universe been of his making, he would have had every one in it perfectly happy and perfectly good. During these days he was absent-minded, restless, and eager to fill the house with company, a wish his wife gratified by organizing feverish and breathless gayeties. The friends of Mrs. Davenport noticed that new forces were at work in her. Passion of some kind seemed to burn like a secret flame behind her fragile 319 THE EVASION elegance. There were times when the need for swift motion possessed her, and urged to an ecstasy of speed that obliterated all fear for herself and others, she drove her touring car at a pace that was the secret terror of her guests. A series of entertainments filled the month of August. There were impromptu theatricals in a rustic amphi theatre hastily dug in the maple grove ; there were fishing parties and dinners served on the river. Her guests danced on the lawn through hot midnights, and automobiled till dawn. Twice, while personally running her car, Gladys and a party of friends were held up and fined for over-speeding, and paid with all possible gayety. Distraction, excitement, flattery, vanity, these were the flimsy barriers which she sought to erect between herself and the burning and sterile misery of her life. As the days went on her transparent delicacy, which had till now been vital with health, became more pro nounced. Her maid bemoaned the emaciation of her arms and neck, and alarmed by the growing fragil ity of her appearance, Arthur at last insisted upon a doctor. A nerve specialist came up from the city, and his patient, exquisitely dressed in white lace and a wide black hat, received him on the terrace, where she was spending half an hour between a luncheon party and the arrival of some friends who were to drive out from the city. She talked wittily and charmingly of many things, 320 REALIZATION and, playing with an August lily she had picked from the garden, encouraged him to tell of Dick s progress toward recovery. Then, with laughing protests, she an swered some of his questions about herself. Before he left the doctor told her that she was burning her life out, whereat she smiled brightly and said that it might be better to burn out than rust out. " It is n t a question of playing with superficial metaphor, nor yet of life or death," answered the great man, " nor yet of merely losing your freshness ; but of losing your self-control, of devitalizing your nervous forces so that you will say things you do not wish to say, do things you do not wish to do, and betray the things you might wish to hide. A woman buys her life of excitement dearly at this price." Gladys drew the lily slowly through her hand, and listened attentively. " That is true," she said at last without looking up ; and then she encouraged him to talk of himself, and had a faint triumph when her personal ascendency proved sufficient to cause the man of science to forget the hour and lose his train. When the doctor next interviewed her husband he said that the gayeties must be stopped, and recom mended a change of air and scene, preferably to the seashore. To himself he wondered if nervous prostra tion would be the worst of it. Gladys was unexpectedly friendly to Arthur s sug gestion that they have no more guests, but was visibly agitated at his mention of a month at the seashore. 321 THE EVASION " I cannot go to the sea ! " she cried. " You must know that I cannot go to the sea ! " " I know nothing of the sort," said Arthur. She controlled herself quickly, realizing that she was already fulfilling the doctor s prophecy. " I could go to Aunt Edith s," she said, after a pause. " Uncle Willie has asked me again and again." " There was the Harts yachting cruise planned for next month," he said uneasily, "and I don t know that it would do for both of us to back out of that." " Of course not," assented Gladys, " and I could not bear to deprive you of your good time." Conscious of secret disloyalty, Gladys was feverish in her anxiety to make her husband happy. " But I will give it up if you like," he said, fum bling with books on the table. "No, dear, you must not think of it." Arthur strolled aimlessly from the room, but in a moment he came back again. "I am glad enough to go with you," he reiterated, with something of anxious humility veiled by sullen- ness of manner. But his wife assured him of her cheerful readiness to be without him, and he did not mention the subject again. CHAPTER XXI THE PLACE OF MEMORIES Gi "LADYS had grown to dread the sea, for she knew that it would speak to her with its solemn voice of things that she feared. When she arrived at the coquettish little station where Mrs. Stanwood s carriage was to meet her, she found herself greeted by her aunt in person, whose conversation, more than usually gay and insouciante, claimed her superficial attention agreeably. " I m so glad you came, cherie," she began, as the little mare started through the village. "You were never more needed, for Sir Gilbert Essington has just come down for the week end." " And who is Sir Gilbert Essington? " " The Essington who was colonial secretary for so long. He is traveling for his health, but the really im portant fact about him is that he has come to America with the avowed intention of disliking American wo men and ice water." " How charming ! " said Gladys. " What shall we do about him, Aunt Edith ? " " I have plans," said Mrs. Stanwood, " which we will discuss later. They depend somewhat upon you." "Upon me?" 323 THE EVASION " Yes. You see, he is not our only visitor." "And I came to rest," said Gladys, with a droll smile. " How pleased the doctor would be ! " Mrs. Stan wood observed her niece s poignant frailty with some dismay, but she said nothing. " Who is the other ? " asked Gladys ; " and has he also brought a valise full of hostile prejudices ? " " His coming was quite unexpected. It was a sud den whim of your uncle s to have him here, and I feared you might be annoyed, but it was too late to warn you." "Is your second visitor so very objectionable?" asked Gladys lightly. " It is Richard Copeland," said her aunt. Gladys felt suddenly faint, and the world seemed to slip from her like water under foot ; but almost imme diately the instinct of self-preservation came to her aid. She knew that she must sit very still, and, when the faintness had passed, speak as though nothing had happened. "I know that you disapprove of him," continued her aunt easily. " But one disapproves of so many people one is obliged to meet." Gladys listened to her own voice with an odd sense of detached ownership, and almost wondered what it would say next. " Mr. Copeland used to be a very agreeable man," continued the voice, with apparent ease. " He is prob ably so still." " He does not talk much," said Mrs. Stanwood. 324 THE PLACE OF MEMORIES " Willie seems to have taken a great fancy to him, and insisted on having him down here, so there was nothing for it but to write him a graceful note of invitation which I did all the more gladly as the season is over and he will not meet the people he used to know. His being here also has the effect of keeping Willie occupied. I am afraid that you will find your uncle very much changed." . Through a universe of perilously sliding impressions Gladys perceived that her aunt was talking to save her niece s self-control. " Has he been ill ? " she asked. Mrs. Stanwood explained that last spring her hus band had suffered from what was probably a slight stroke, and since then he had not recovered his normal health and spirits. Gladys listened with every appear ance of sympathy, and was able to make the right re marks at the right moments while regaining mastery over herself. " There is the sea you used to be so fond of," said her aunt suddenly. " What do you think of it now ? " " I am not thinking of it at all," she answered, "but wondering if Celeste put in my new Doucet gown. I shall need it if I am to deal successfully with an Eng lishman coated in the mail of insular prejudice." She spoke composedly, but Mrs. Stanwood, looking at the white, still profile, told herself that this was a bad case, the ending of which it was impossible to foresee. She talked persistently and gayly, while Gladys felt the wind of the sea on her face as it had been long ago. 325 THE EVASION How was she to meet this man whom she loved and despised ? How was she to speak to him and hear his voice ? At the thought of his nearness she turned faint and sick again, so that she was afraid, and wondered if this thing were to prove too strong for her. In the meantime her aunt continued to talk of her husband, of his growing depression and apathy, and of the trial he had become. And poor William Stanwood was hard to deal with in these days. Walking painfully on the worn-out edge of his life he developed unsuspected and unpleasant qualities. He was irritable, and evinced an unex plained suspicion of the wife he had loved so long and so well. He had also lost his interest in beetles. These were unkind thrusts for life to play him at the last, for he had always served it with simplicity and honor; and in a dim, half-conscious way he felt them to be so as he sat hour after hour in the " Beetlery," handling his rarest specimens with indifference. His desire to see Richard Copeland had been a sud den one, and he made the demand before his wife s friends and in a way which made it impossible for her to refuse. But Mrs. Stanwood was seriously annoyed that Gladj^s should have arrived while Dick was in the house. Her niece had been a girl of vagrant impulses ; she was a woman possessed of, if not by, strange and indomitable forces, forces which might lead her into lawless action. And Dick was a social rebel, as well as a powerful, determined man. Neither Richard nor Sir Gilbert was at home when 326 THE PLACE OF MEMORIES they arrived, and Gladys went to her room on the plea of fatigue, promising to be downstairs for afternoon tea, by which time the men would probably have re turned from their walk. Mrs. Stanwood had given her a room in another part of the house from the one she had occupied as a girl, and her windows opened on a tactfully cherished landscape of lawns and shrubs, instead of on the sea. She had not seen her aunt s home since the last sum mer of her actual girlhood, and now, lying on a sofa in the lace neglige the maid had substituted for her travel ing gown, she gave herself into the arms of a tide of memory. And there she met again her early rapture. Whole days and hours of that radiant summer were marshaled before her, vivid, golden, unforgettable. She met again the Dick who had been the hero of her girlhood, and again her nature vibrated to that love of his which held so much of worship that in the eager ideality of youth she had felt it to consecrate her life to higher issues. There had even been solemn hours when she had vowed never to prove unworthy of him, even though she with held her love. She heard again the words he had spoken, and smelled the sea wind, and felt it on her face and in her hair. For a time the memories drugged her like an opiate. She smiled among them drowsily, and once tears of exquisite pleasure trembled on her lashes, and once she blushed. Suddenly she came back to the present, and could 327 THE EVASION have cried aloud with pain, not because of her ruined happiness, nor because she was ashamed of her love, but because Dick was unworthy. She felt an awful desolation, unlike any she had yet known. It was a sadness that seemed immemorial, the hoarded sadness of centuries, the voice of all suffering since the be ginning of the world. All that youth had promised her of happiness, of truth, and of high endeavor had been betrayed, and now she saw clearly into her life, and knew that it was a question as to whether or not she could bring her nature through it unspoiled. Her love was a degradation of the spirit. That which should have been highest was lowest, and the values of life lay in huge disarray. She saw herself mastered by an emotion that was an outrage to herself, and was degraded in her own eyes. Poison was in her spirit, and little by little she knew herself to be undergoing a slow deterioration. A dog barking on the lawn and the sound of carriage wheels on the avenue recalled her to immediate action. Here was an afternoon, a Sunday, and probably another forenoon to be lived in the house with Kichard Cope- land among the surroundings of their early friendship. And the first necessity was to ring for her maid and prepare to meet him at afternoon tea. In bringing her face to face with Dick under this particular roof, fate tortured her with an ingenuity that stung to defiance, and she dressed in a mood of growing pride and determination not to be conquered. " Oherie! But how white you look! I should never 328 THE PLACE OF MEMORIES think you had been resting! " exclaimed Mrs. Stan wood, when her niece entered the drawing-room. " Resting is so fatiguing," answered Gladys, seating herself deliberately with her face to the light. In contrast to the pallor of her skin her hair was more than usually vivid and luminous, and symbolized the winged, indomitable vitality of her nature. The sky- like blue of her eyes was lit with a passionate excitement, which Mrs. Stanwood understood, and regarded with uneasiness. While waiting for him, Gladys elicited certain infor mation from her aunt concerning Dick. " Is he perfectly well again ? " " Not strong enough to be included in a social pro gramme, but as the man himself has made that impos sible, I cannot, personally, regret his invalidism." It appeared that the early reports of his financial ruin were correct, as well as those concerning the bitter ness with which he was regarded by both capital and labor. His failure as a man and reformer was complete and unqualified, and now that the story of his early dis honor was made public Mrs. Stanwood shrugged her shoulders slightly. Willie had never done anything so inconsiderate as asking him to the house. Fortunately Sir Gilbert was a stranger and had heard nothing of the rumors. He appeared to like Dick, and to expand in his presence. There had been some awkward mo ments when Mr. Murray, the man who had been mainly responsible for Dick s expulsion from the club, came to call, and one or two others had met him in company 329 THE EVASION with Sir Gilbert, on which occasions the frigidity of wel come had been sufficiently palpable to make it necessary for Mrs. Stanwood to offer some vague explanation. " I really had to defend myself against the imputa tion of asking him to meet undesirable people at my house," she explained, " for he will be sure to hear every thing after he leaves. Of course, I went into no details, and simply said that Mr. Copeland was a much-talked- of man just now, and that there were unpleasant stories about him which some people, among others my hus band, had always refused to believe. It was impossible to know what Sir Gilbert thought of my information, for he pulled his mustache and said nothing. But he is walking with Mr. Copeland now," she added. " Dick has a power a dangerous power." " What is he going to do next ? How is he going to live if he has lost all his money ? " asked Gladys. " You must ask Sir Gilbert. He could tell you better than I. I believe he has some idea of entering politics, but public knowledge that he has cheated at cards will make that difficult, for it justifies every other dishon orable interpretation of his career. As for the money, I believe he has a few hundred a year left." " So he has deserted the cause ? " asked Gladys. Mrs. Stanwood shrugged her shoulders again. " Is it surprising from any point of view ? " she asked lightly. It was a source of regret to her that Dick s ruin was of such heroic proportions, for its very magnitude might become a source of danger to the generous tem perament of her niece. 330 THE PLACE OF MEMORIES But Gladys was not thinking definitely of his fail ure, nor of whether he were good or bad, nor yet of the shame of loving him. She was conscious only of the fact that she was about to stand in his presence and to see and hear him again. Waiting thirstily for the sound of his voice she heard it at last in company with that of the Englishman, and then Sir Gilbert en tered the room alone. He was a large-boned, immaculately groomed man, with an imposing force of masculine personality, and possessed nothing of the stolidity which American jo- coseness is fond of attributing to the typical Brit isher. Gladys was conscious of greeting him with a buoyant gayety for which Dick s imminence was responsible, and the Englishman responded readily to her delicate impertinence. " You are such a disappointment to me ! " she said, looking up at him while helping herself from the sugar bowl he held. " This is terrible," he exclaimed. " Give me time, Mrs. Davenport, give me time ! It is only five o clock now ; possibly by six " But she shook her head. " No, it is hopeless." " But I might change," he pleaded. " Is it because I am English that you think I cannot change ? " " It is your sense of humor," she explained. " Does it displease you ? " " I have been looking all my life for the humorless Englishman, the classic of funny papers, and I have 331 THE EVASION never met him. When I heard you were here I was hoping to find myself rewarded for my search." In the meantime Dick did not arrive ; but she felt that he could not delay much longer. " Why do you not like ice-water or American wo men? " she inquired, turning a luminous expectant face to the Englishman, who received an odd impression of forces at work within her which were far removed from tea-table chatter. " We are willing that you should be gradually educated to an appreciation of ice-water," she continued, "but why do you disdain the charm of American women ? " " It can only be because, like some modern literary essayists, I disdain the obvious," answered Sir Gilbert. " I should warn you that we have plans for your im mediate conquest." He bowed. "I am just realizing the transcendent qualities of a courage that enables me to face such an tagonists." And still Dick did not come. Gladys realized that the afternoon was to be passed without him, and felt suddenly tired. She stayed only long enough to prove that she was still sufficient mistress of herself to com mand her voice, and then gave an excuse for leaving the room. In the twilight of her own apartment she made no attempt to deny her disappointment, and emotion was beginning to have its way with her. That evening there was to be a formal dinner for Sir Gilbert, and she dressed for it with elaborate care, 332 THE PLACE OF MEMORIES no longer seeking to disguise the fact that she was dress ing for Dick. She chose a gown of pale blue, embroid ered in a deeper shade with slender iris, and there were sapphires in her hair, and a necklace of the same stones on her neck. "You are a vision, cherie, and would satisfy the demands of the most fastidious taste," commented her aunt. " Go down, and I will join you directly." Descending the wide stairway Gladys was irresist ibly reminded of a June morning many years ago when she had gone down into this same hall to meet Dick. The thought that he was unworthy had dis appeared beyond the remotest region of her conscious ness. It was enough that she was to meet him in another moment, or two, or three Her face was white with expectancy, and the usually transparent blue of her eyes was deep as the sapphires at her throat. To Sir Gilbert, who watched her from the library door, she was poignantly frail, and lovely with a transparent loveliness through which it seemed that one could look to the vibrations of her innermost being. Gladys did not notice the Englishman, but before reaching the bottom of the stairs she saw Dick, and paused. He was evidently waiting for her to pass be fore going up himself, and their eyes met for an in stant in silence, while her heart seemed to stand still, and her lips parted slightly in an effort to breathe. Stern, rugged, uncompromising, he waited, and it was evident from the power and gravity of his face that 333 THE EVASION failure had not broken him. He still carried his arm in a sling, and he was roughly dressed. Before the pause became dangerous she was able to summon well-trained commonplaces of speech to her aid. "We are all glad to know of your recovery," she said. " Thank you." " But your arm troubles you still, I see." Dick answered nothing, while he held her with a deep and unwavering glance. " Will you not be late for dinner ? " " I am not going to dinner " " You are not " " I shall dine with Mr. Stanwood in the library." " Ah you will dine well, no doubt, and possibly be as well amused as we." She smiled, knowing that her lips trembled like a child s, and went past him with her head high. The dinner to which she had looked forward with buoyant pulses was noise and emptiness. She saw the guests as from a great distance, and it seemed as though their laughing faces were masks, and that their mirth was stale and bitter to them, as to her. Disappointment lay upon her like a dead hand because Dick was not there, and again she asked herself if this thing would not prove too strong for her. CHAPTER XXII THE ORDEAL OF GLADYS Ai .FTER an almost sleepless night Gladys rose the next morning to the feeling that life was crushing her, pressing her so close against the wall that she could hardly breathe. She was taken possession of, against her will, by a devastating emotion ; and what was humanity worth that a woman could become so poor a creature ? Dick did not suspect her love, but if she betrayed it by a vagrant tone or look she knew that she would be in his power. Social amenities were the immediate considerations, and she found herself unexpectedly competent to pre serve them. In the morning hostess and guests sat on the piazza, for, owing to the lateness of the season, the church was closed. Dick was near her. Was it malice that caused him to sit on the steps and smoke as on the day when she first met him ? Roses and fragrance had gone from the garden beyond, but asters and dahlias flaunted their colors with a crude and violent effect that bruised her strained nerves intolerably. Beyond the garden the sea, riotously brilliant, raced up the shore line in an eager, glittering, obliterating 335 THE EVASION flood, an orgy of wanton power that called her to ele mental forces and the man she loved. But Gladys inquired politely after his health. Dick answered in kind, and, after casually placing a few more conversational straws in the face of the flood, they lapsed into temporary silence. The conversation be came general and desultory ; it concerned the weather, prospects of next year s dramatic season, and the best- selling novel. Gladys might think Dick a bad man, but it was inevitable that she should know when his mind leaped with hers to subtleties of phrase and mean ing that were lost to the others, and now and then he would look at her with an enigmatic smile on his lips, send her a brilliant challenge of an adjective or an idea, and for giddy moments she would forget all else in a luxury of mental enjoyment. She knew that like herself he was moved by the sound of the racing tide, and that like herself he was thinking of the days they had lived together in this same spot. During the morning his old adorer, Phil Whiteside, at whose house Gladys had met him years ago, joined the party with his sister Mary ; and it was evident that neither time nor adversity had altered Whiteside s affection . After sitting by Dick s side on the step and convers ing with him in low and confidential tones, he endeav ored, with the cooperation of Sir Gilbert, to make him talk of the labor questions, to explain the causes of his failure and his attitude toward them. It appeared that his attitude had changed considerably. He had learned 336 THE ORDEAL OF GLADYS by failure. Ruin had forged his metal free from the crudities and unwisdoms, and some of the arrogance of his youth. New plans, new ideas were pressing upon the old ones, rounding them up, trampling them down, slaughtering them ruthlessly till his mental vision was a battle-ground. These conquering legions he now mar shaled with a certain fury, for Dick, brought again into contact with the woman he loved, was fighting his fight over again, and seeing no light through it a certain rage grew within him. What was man that he should be tied to the rack against his will as though he were a beast of the field ? He willfully emphasized the bru talities of his idea, knowing all the while that he was adding to the misunderstanding and contempt of the woman he loved. " Let there be no more charities, organized or un organized," he said ; " no more giving for nothing, no more public soup kitchens, no more meals, or fuel, or lodgings, for those who cannot pay." " You mean that it encourages vagabondism ? " inter rupted Mr. Whiteside. "I mean that, and a great deal more. It is those who are too weak to resist indulgence of their ten der-heartedness who help to keep poverty and squalor alive. The millions of dollars that go to charities simply draw rags of decency over the disease that is the shame of civilization. They hide the effect from fastidious hearts that the cause may not be considered. They assuage a temporary ill that the everlasting wrong may remain invisible." 337 THE EVASION " But, my dear fellow, the people would die in the streets." "Then they must die; and let their bodies be taken up and laid on the high places that all the world may see, and make its cry of horror and outrage heard among lawmakers, for it is there, in the laws of our barbarous civilization, that is the source of our evil. Socialists in France and Germany are finding it out, and securing seats in the government for themselves, where little by little they may pass laws which will end by doing away with the cause of a wrong which our charitable millions only alleviate while they en courage." " Would you really let people go hungry and cold ? " asked Mary, scarcely more than breathing her wonder and pain. " While civilization endures, some have got to suffer for a little while that many be satisfied," answered Dick. Phil Whiteside fidgeted, while looking at his idol with glowing eyes. " It s all right, old man, and I am with you," he declared. " But for your own sake I can t help wishing you saw it from another angle. It gives your enemies such a ripping chance against you. They can claim that you saw the inexpediency of charities as soon as it be came inconvenient for you to donate them, and that you are satisfying a personal grudge against the fellows who have ruined you. And don t you think you might state it all with a little less brutality ? You talk as though 338 THE ORDEAL OF GLADYS you were no end of a vandal. Two of your present audience are petrified with horror. Look at Mary and Mrs. Davenport. You are surprising and shocking them both beyond measure." " I do not believe that Mrs. Davenport is surprised," said Dick deliberately. She drew in a sharp breath that seemed to stab her. " I am in no way surprised," she said. "And just as if we didn t all know that you are a most preposterously tender-hearted person, who can t even stand having a dog out in the cold, much less a man," continued Phil. But Gladys did not hear, for she had fled imme diately after her last remark. She went off to the cliffs and crept miserably into a hollow among the rocks, feeling that Dick had given another stab to the wound that was killing her. She could have embraced his conception grim and tragic as it was with passionate renunciation, but for the almost fatal reflection it cast on his sincerity. It was easy to believe this evil of him when she had ac cepted all the rest. Conversation on the piazza continued from the point where she had left it. " Then you propose to go into politics yourself and become a lawmaker," said Phil. "But politics don t pay, and how the dickens are you going to find the wherewithal to live? " " A man can live and be comfortable on seven dol lars a week," answered Dick. "I know, for I have 339 THE EVASION done it. And I can make more than that by scrib bling. The publishers have been after me for years for an account of experiences in laboring districts, and I am hated enough to be read." That afternoon he walked alone by the sea. Insur gent forces began to clamor within him. For years he had allowed a lie to stand between him and Gladys. For years he had stood aside leaving his own unclaimed. The birds of the air were wiser ! She was not merely the passion of his heart and senses, but of his soul, and he knew that if he chose to seek her love it would be his. That it was his already he did not suspect. He had permitted a hideous and grotesque misunder standing to separate them, and had not the silence out raged his nature and hers? As the day withdrew into twilight Gladys was pos sessed by the thought that Dick was leaving in the morning, and that she would in all probability never see him again, for he had accepted the editorship of a paper in a Western town. " How do we suffer so and live ? " she asked herself. That evening there was another dinner, and again she put on her blue satin and sapphires. But this time there was no anticipation in the act, for she knew that Dick was to dine in the library with the master of the house. She was so tired that the very jewels on her neck were too heavy, and against a background of fatigue on which her nerves lay exposed and defense less, the thought of Dick s departure struck with piti- 340 THE ORDEAL OF GLADYS less effect. Her spirit held no refuge where she might escape it, and the rest of the world was dark. She was dimly aware that before dinner Sir Gilbert stood before her in an attitude that kept the other guests at a distance. He said little, but looked at her in a way that made her wonder if he suspected her trouble, and was trying to help her. His presence big, awkward, but determined comforted her so that she was willing he should think what he pleased, pro vided he did not go away or make conversational demands upon her. He was very kind, in the way that Dick might have been kind if he had been the man she had first known. During the day the two Dicks had become confused in her mind, for when with him it was hard to feel that his nature was other than spacious and fine. " Will you please sit by me ? " she asked Sir Gilbert, as they moved toward the dining-room in the informal groups that Sunday evening entertainments permit. The Englishman acquiesced readily, for he had al ready asked his hostess for the favor of this arrange ment. " You are tired, so you must n t try to entertain me or any of that rot," he said, as he seated himself by Gladys, and during the dinner she continued to find refuge in his friendly presence. Her misery had car ried her beyond the point where it seemed possible or important to make social effort. "If I were not so tired I could do better," she thought. "The doctor was right in saying that if I 341 THE EVASION did not rest I should do and say things against my wishes and betray what I wished to hide." The man on her right felt that he had never been so disappointed in his life as in this, his first meeting with Mrs. Davenport. The rest of the table thought she looked shockingly ill. Under her vivid hair and the gleam of sapphires, her face was wan as that of a spirit ; but her eyes, more deeply blue than usual, shone with perilous excite ment. Before the end of dinner she had determined that in some way she must see and speak to Dick before he left, and after the decision a fragile pink flushed her cheeks and she talked with reckless and brilliant gayety. The meal was over at last, and then the period of waiting for the men to finish their cigars, and finally the last guest had gone ; but there seemed no way of seeing Dick. Mrs. Stanwood pleaded a headache and went to bed. Sir Gilbert lingered about with the air of having some thing to say. The brilliantly lighted drawing-room and hall were empty and silent, save for a murmur of Mr. Stanwood s voice which came from the half -open door of the library, and was interrupted now and then by a deep-toned monosyllable from Dick. Mr. Stanwood had never been a talkative man ; but since his recent illness he would often break long periods of silence by an aimless garrulity which changed to fretfulness if it was not sympathetically received. 342 THE ORDEAL OF GLADYS In order to avoid entering the library, Gladys threw a cloak over her and stepped into the garden, from which she watched the onward rush and glitter of waves, alternately black and glittering under the moon. The moon herself swung regal and golden over the dark waters, and seemed to call Gladys to a lawless and passionate life. She knew that she was fighting for the integrity of her existence, and that by her actions on this night the metal of her spirit was to be tested. Sir Gilbert met her at the hall door when she re turned, and as the light streamed outward she thought of the night years ago when her aunt called her from this same garden to hear of Dick s dishonor. " Is n t Fate ingenious ? " she asked the Englishman as he closed the door behind her. " She throws an amount of intellectual subtlety into her cruelty that rouses even a victim to admiration. Perhaps you would like to say that her cruelty is so ingenious as to be feminine." But Sir Gilbert was not occupied with barren specu lation concerning the attributes of Fate. "The important thing is to bring one s self out of the fight uncorrupted," he said stolidly. She hesitated on her way to the library, while the words arrested her wildly streaming thoughts. " You are tired," he continued, in the same tone. " It s time for you to go upstairs." She hesitated still, and then Mr. Stanwood called her from the library. She found him sunk in his armchair, with his head 343 THE EVASION dropped low on his chest, and, in spite of the other fig ure who stood in a shadow beyond the lamp, she was able to notice how ill and changed he was. " I have been hoping you would come in to bid us good-night," he said, holding her hand with the feeble insistence of the sick and the very old. " How lovely you are, my dear ! How lovely you are ! " And then he looked from her to Dick and back again with an expression of unmistakable entreaty. " I think that Richard wanted you to come in, too, though he did not say so. Eh, Richard ? " He peered under the lamp at Dick. There was a moment s pause before Dick answered easily, " Of course I did." Gladys realized that he would not take advantage of her uncle s failing powers, and was dangerously thank ful for this evidence that he was not wholly unworthy. It seemed as if he must know how her feet longed to move towards him, how her hands longed to touch him. The need was upon her to speak to him, and for this one moment of her life she did not resist. "I have been out," she said, looking at Dick, while Mr. Stanwood detained her hand. " There is a won derful moon to-night, a golden, full-rimmed, regal, triumphant moon. You should see it." " I have," answered Dick. She knew that he understood. But when did he not understand her, to the lift and fall of her every mood? At that moment she felt for him the passion of intel lectual sympathy, which is quicker to kindle and longer 344 THE ORDEAL OF GLADYS to endure than the passion of the heart or the senses, and she longed to speak to him again. " Don t you want to go out and look at the moon together ? " suggested Mr. Stan wood, with evident eagerness. " Are you anxious to be rid of us ? " asked his niece lightly, though she was startled by his desire to throw her into Dick s companionship. It seemed the clearest proof he had given of a failing mind. "It is very cold in the moonlight," she added, "and you must feel that my hand is like ice already." " Yes, it is cold, it is cold," he murmured uncom fortably. " It is not natural to have such cold hands when one is young." And then he seemed unable to hold the subject longer. " I am tired," he said ; " I will go to bed." He rose heavily and with difficulty. " Dick, my boy, will you see that the windows are locked, and the front door? I do not like to trust these things to a servant, and I am not equal to doing it myself to-night. You think that I have grown into an old man, don t you, my dear, into an old man ? " he added, turning to his niece. " No, indeed, Uncle Will. I think you are a young thing yet," she answered, kissing him. He shook his head sadly. " I am an old man," he repeated. " All my life I have lived in what they call a fool s paradise, and that kept me young. When I woke up and found myself only on the earth I grew old all at once. But no one can take away the years I lived in paradise, and it s 345 THE EVASION better to live in a fool s paradise than than a fool s hell." He paused, bewildered by such a bold and unac customed flight into metaphor. " I mean that if we are going to believe something that is n t so, the ones who believe the thing that makes them unhappy are the foolish ones," he explained more humbly. " I wish that you and Richard would remember this," he added ; and turned to go, leaning on Dick s arm as he walked. At the door he paused again to address his niece. " This boy has been very good to me very good to me," he said. After helping Mr. Stanwood upstairs Dick came down again to lock the house, and Gladys knew that he and she were alone in the still, bright rooms. She sat in her uncle s armchair, listening, while he made a tour of the parlors and tried and locked doors and windows. She heard him distinctly through the silence, and every sound of his seemed to beat against the doors of her soul. In a little while she knew that he would return to the library to fasten the windows there, and after that he would go unless she betrayed her secret. In her desperate longing to cling to these last mo ments there was no room for her to think that she could save herself by going before he returned. So she continued to sit in the big armchair, waiting for him. But when she heard him coming through the hall and back into the library the terrible excitement that seemed to be burning her life away left her suddenly, and in the consciousness of his presence, and of their 346 THE ORDEAL OF GLADYS isolation in the house, she felt an infinite comfort and peace. Everything was well so long as he was there. She longed to beg him to stay with her, and to tell him all to sob out the story of her love, and her agony over his unworthiness. Prompted by some blind in stinct, she felt that he could remove her burden. In the strangeness of the time and silence, myste rious agents of psychical laws which have their home beyond the realms of conscious being were working between Gladys and Dick, and if she had looked at him, or he had spoken, the truth would have come to her then, for she felt his love and his tenderness and his strength like presences in the room. But he did not speak, and she heard him behind her locking one window and then another. There were only three. It was while Dick was at the second window that she remembered Sir Gilbert s words, " The only thing that matters is to pull one s self out of the fight uncorrupted." And she knew that if she could keep silent for the next few moments she would be safe for the rest of her life. At the third window there was the fall of a heavy window sash, which brought her, trembling, to her feet. "What is it?" she cried. " The window-cord is broken," he explained. " It is lucky the glass did n t smash when it fell. I shall have to ask your help, Mrs. Davenport, for it will need two arms to fasten it now, and only one of mine is available. Will you kindly lock it while I hold the sash up in 347 THE EVASION place ? " His tone was one of dry command, and she went over to him slowly across the polished floor, her heart and her spirit crying out to him till it seemed as though he must hear. When she reached his side the lock was found to be too high for her to reach, and in silence he moved up a chair for her to stand on, and helped her to climb upon it. "It is ridiculous to be so small," she said tremu lously. In rendering him this service, in sharing with him this simple act of everyday life, she was perilously happy. Once she looked at him, and on his strong profile she read a certain savageness of restrained impulse. " He is unhappy," she cried within herself. " Oh, I cannot bear to have him unhappy ! " Her will swayed giddily, as though in the power of an anaesthetic. But she only locked the window and stepped down from the chair, for she was going to save herself if possible this night. Seated again in the armchair under the lamp, she spoke to Dick over her shoulder. " When you go out, will you kindly close the door?" she said. " I am not going yet," he answered, and moved about the room, trying the doors that led to the piazza. Then she knew that he looked at her, and she sat quite still in the chair. " If he speaks I must not an swer," she thought, " and, above all, I must not meet his eyes. Oh, God help me help me ! " 348 THE ORDEAL OF GLADYS It seemed to her that under the lamp-light her secret must lie pitilessly exposed, and that Dick must be look ing upon it. But he was not, for had he done so no earthly circumstance would have prevented him from claiming his love. He had no false pride about her misunderstanding of him. He knew that it could be destroyed with a word or look, and had he known that she loved him he would have destroyed it like any other grotesque and fantastic thing, for his manhood, hardy, willful, and conquering, was greedy from long starvation. Presently he went away without a word, and closed the door behind him as she had bid him do. She heard him walk through the hall and upstairs. After that the house was silent. For a few moments she continued to sit motionless, and then, without any warning, the floods broke loose within her. With a cry she ran to the door that had closed upon him, and cast herself against it, and beat upon it with her hands while she called his name. She had let him go, and saved herself, but what did it mat ter that she was saved ? What was there of her to save that did not belong to him ? She cried out that she had been a fool, a fool, and sank upon the ground, writhing and crouching there, sobbing harshly and wildly, with her forehead on the floor, and hands clasped behind her neck. What did it matter whether he was good or bad? or that to love him was right or wrong ? These things were words beside the terror and anguish of knowing that 349 THE EVASION her eyes would not see him nor her ears hear him again. She dared not look into the yearning emptiness of her life. If he were to come back now and ask her love she knew that she would give it, for the moment had come which she had foreseen dimly all her life, the mo ment in which she was no longer mistress in the chambers of her own soul. CHAPTER XXIII ARTHUR S RETURN A WEEK later Arthur returned from the yachting trip to find his wife in the garden of his own home. She wore a wide shade hat and heavy gloves as though ready for work ; but sat on a bench idly, with some tools on the ground beside her. She did not rise to receive her husband, and in the eyes lifted to his he found no welcome. There were dark marks like bruises under the eyes, and her face had grown thinner. " I did not expect to find you here," he said, with moroseness and suspicion in his voice. " And you don t look as though the rest had done you good." " I came back I could not stand the sea," she said, speaking like one in physical pain. " Did you en joy your trip ? " He laughed shortly. " No," he said ; and sitting beside her on the bench he began to dig holes in the ground with the point of his cane. Gladys realized that he was changed as though by a moral and physical deterioration, which found expres sion in the unambitious slouch of his shoulders, the puffy skin under dull eyes, and the unwholesome color of his increased flesh. 351 THE EVASION " I want to say something," he began, with sudden resolution ; " if it s not true you can blackguard me all you like, but it s true." Gladys waited in silence, some prescience warning her of what he was going to say. " You love Dick Copeland." Her answer was little more than a breath. " Yes," she said. It was over at last, and he sat staring at the point of his cane as though nothing had happened. For the space of a minute neither of them spoke, and then Arthur took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead, after which his hands dropped limply be tween his knees. " God ! " he breathed. " How did you know ? " " One night in my sleep I saw your face as it had looked the night of his accident. When I awaked I saw the face still, and then I thought about it, and won dered. After a while I did n t have to think any more. How long have you cared ? " " I do not know," she said, staring past his stricken face. Their questions and answers were spoken in lifeless monotones. " It seems as though part of me must have always cared ; but I was a child that first summer, I was n t ready. Then came that dreadful time, the time when I found he had cheated ; I think something died in me then, and afterwards I tried to forget. There was so much excitement and change in the years that followed that I thought I had forgotten, 352 ARTHUR S RETURN until I saw him again ; and then I knew that he held power over me that no other person or thing possessed. When he came near I felt deep and terrible powers at work in me. But I did not know that it was love, or I would never have done you the wrong to marry you. I did n t know that it was love till the night we heard of his accident." For the first time she looked at him, and saw the frightened misery of his face. " There is one more thing I think you ought to know," she said. . " That night I went to him ! " " You went " " Yes to his cabin alone. He was not as ill as we were told, and he thought I had been lost. I was ex hausted, and he gave me wine to drink and would have taken me home, but Monsieur de Chavannes came and found me." " You were alone with him " " As I might have been with a stranger ; he never knew why I came. There is perhaps no reason for your believing me." " Perhaps not I do believe you." " What can I say ? " she continued. " It seems to me that no woman ever suffered so deep a humiliation as I. But let me try let me try to make it up to you." Her voice broke, and with a passionate gesture she stretched her hands toward him. " Everything that my brain can contrive, that my hands can do for your happiness, is yours till I die. I will work for you, think for you, live for you " 353 THE EVASION Arthur shook her hands off and rose to pace the lawn, while she watched him, helpless and dumb. At last he paused to speak, and she wondered to find neither anger nor contempt in his face. " Between us we have made rather a botch of things, have n t we? " he said. In his voice and expression there was a hopeless acquiescence in fate. " But I wish you could remember one thing of me, I have loved you well." " Arthur Arthur " she was sobbing frankly now. He listened to her with his eyes turned to the wooded horizon, while an expression both bitter and cynical usurped the momentary softness of his face. "There must be, after all, a fate that shapes our ends," he murmured, " and it should be confessed that there is a certain poetic justice in mine. Please don t cry any more," he said aloud ; " it worries me, and there is no occasion for it. I want you to understand that you are perfectly free." She looked at him without understanding. "You are perfectly free," he continued, with some impatience at her expression. " I won t stand between you in any way. It is quite simple." "Are you mad ! " " Mad ! " He laughed drearily. " I wish I were. We can have a divorce on any grounds you like, or make any other arrangement you choose. Do you un derstand ? I won t stand in the way." She looked at him without any change in the haggard despair of her face. 364 ARTHUR S RETURN "I may have deserved the insult, but I did not expect you to give it," she said. " I did n t mean any insult," Arthur continued, un moved. " Do you mean that of your own free will you would continue to put it through with me ? I did n t know you had such a prejudice against riding across lots, and as for divorce, it s done every day." " Even if it were possible for me to consider that, you forget you forget what he is," she said, in a stifled voice. "Who? Copeland? I forget what Copeland is ? Ah, I did forget, so I did. You are thinking of that game years ago when he But we were all boys then. Would you really hold a thing like that up against a fellow all his life ? Would you ? Think how long life is ; and if he were sorry and never did anything of the sort again would you really keep on thinking him a cad, and all that ? You women who sit at home and are cared for don t know what want and temptation are. What right have you to judge ? How do you know how much he the man who cheated may have wanted the money ? " " He could scarcely have wanted money," she mur mured. " And it is n t only that. His whole career everything that he has done But I cannot talk about it." " You would n t have believed the other things, the stories of the way he squandered all his money, and the factory girl, and the talk about destroying the labor ing man s religion, turning him against his employer 355 THE EVASION and then deserting him, you wouldn t have believed all this if it hadn t been for that game of poker. Copeland s as right as any of us," continued Arthur, " except that he is a fool. I think him the damnedest fool alive, and you had better tell him I say so." " I shall not see him again." But Arthur moved away from her, and appeared not to hear. " So it s all up," he said to himself. " The wick is spent, the cord is cut, as the old song goes. I can t fight this. But it s not her fault, and I am not sure that it s mine. I was made of poor stuff at the start, perhaps it s Dick s ; the game was his and he would n t play. Yes, I think the whole infernal mess is Dick s fault, and there s something of humor in that." Gladys wondered vaguely why her husband stood muttering to himself on the edge of the terrace ; but she did not care. When he came back he said that he must be going, but, making no movement to do so, stood before her, apparently engrossed in digging holes in the turf with his cane. " Listen to me, Arthur." " I am listening," he said, without lifting his head. " So long as you will have me I will stay with you, and make you as happy as 1 may. Do you under stand ? " " Yes, yes, I understand all right. You mean to put it through," he said absently. Dislodging a pebble with the point of his cane, he jerked it over the terrace and lifted his head to watch it fall. 356 ARTHUR S EETURN " Well, I must be going," he said again, and turned to leave her without a word of farewell. Before disap pearing he paused irresolutely. "The time may come when you will think that I never cared," he said. " But it won t be true." After that he disappeared into the house, and her world had changed before she saw him again. CHAPTER XXIV DIANA .RTHUR spent that evening with Diana Hart. Her boudoir, with windows open to the moonlight, was yet brilliantly lighted from within ; and dressed in orange-colored gauze so shimmering as to be almost iridescent, she moved about the room collecting pho tographs and knicknacks. " For we must have something to make our sitting- room pretty," she explained, selecting two cushions from the sumptuously colored masses of them on her divan. " I always make a point of taking cushions and knick nacks when I travel." Outwardly she was cool, com petent, confident ; but beneath these things one divined her passion and audacity. To Arthur, who sat drinking whiskey and soda, she seemed like some splendid panther. He was half afraid of her, for it began to appear as though she was to have her way with him. Then she paused by his side to remove the whiskey. " You have had enough," she said. " We do not need stimulants, you and I ; our actual living is going to be sufficiently audacious." " You are splendid and beautiful," he said ; " but I believe that you are cruel as well." 358 DIANA Diana Hart laughed low as she stood behind him. " You will grow tired of me as you have of others, and drop me as easily as you would a worn-out glove," he said. " But to-day I love you." Arthur did not stir. The whiskey had created a mis erable, confused excitement in his brain. He thought of his wife, of how well he had loved her, and how ill he had been repaid. He thought of Dick and hated him, and then, strangely enough, he thought of the company of strong and loyal spirits through which the poet has said that God, bending, shows a little of his light ; and he saw himself among the paltry and worthless. Diana Hart stood behind him, knowing well that she had never possessed him, but not doubting her power to do so ultimately. " Is the automobile ready ? " she asked. " It will be here in half an hour from the time I give the order." " Let us start at ten ; that will bring us to our first stopping-place at about one o clock to-night. And the next day, and the next, and the next, there will be freedom for us, the freedom of prairie and desert, of strange ocean and strange hemisphere." She spoke with palpitating undertones in her voice ; and then, with an abrupt change of tone, she wondered what Gladys would say. Arthur had wondered also : once or twice he had thought she would be glad, but of this he said nothing. " Will she divorce you at once ? " 359 THE EVASION " I suppose so. And then you must marry me." " I am not sure of that." Mrs. Hart laughed again. " Lhave had enough of marriage, and I am not afraid of the frowns of that little portion of the world we call * fashion. " "You are a splendid creature," said Arthur. But still he thought wretchedly of his wife. Then he rose, and Diana stood behind him no longer. She was very tall, so tall that he could have kissed her without stooping ; and suddenly something obliterating took possession of him, so that for a while he thought of his wife no longer. " It is time that you loved a woman who can love you in return," said Diana, with his arms about her ; and again : " She could never have loved you as I do. Say that you believe me." " Yes, yes." " And you will take me away to-night ? " "I am ready." " And you will love me, hush ! do not answer. Soon you will tell me without asking. Come for me at ten. I shall be waiting." " I shall be here." But suddenly she wrenched herself from him, and cried out passionately that he did not love her, that he was unworthy of the tide of life that she could bring him, and she told him to go back to the pale woman with the red hair. But at the thought of losing her utterly Arthur saw his life grow stale and cold. He had lost his wife, and 360 DIANA he did not dare to let Diana go. Panic took him as it appeared that she might mean what she said, and for a few moments even she was satisfied with his protes tations. But when he left her she watched him down the avenue, doubtful of his return, though his eager pro mises were warm on her lips. The breath of the night was cool on Arthur s face, the vault above was spacious and serene, and very soon passion went from him as flame from a wick. He walked slowly down to the inn where he was staying, and wondered why he had consented to go away with Diana. But he was not yet gone. The thought gave him comfort. He went to his room and put some things into a dress-suit case, telling himself it might as well be done and that it would be quite easy to take them out again if anything happened to prevent their start. His trunk had already been expressed to their first stopping-place, but it would be easy to send for a trunk. When there was nothing more to be done he sat down and wrote to Gladys, which brought her vividly before him. The small, pale face with its tender lips and pure eyes and the halo of gleaming hair came be tween him and his paper, as it had often drifted between him and Diana s kisses ; and he cursed himself for a poor, unmanly fellow that could not stop himself from bestowing his love where it was not wanted. Diana he had never loved; but there were times when she was an obsession with him. 361 THE EVASION In as few words as possible he wrote Gladys what he had decided to do, and while he did so he thought of her sweetness till difficult tears stood in his eyes, and he longed to put his head on her knees and tell her about it and be comforted, as he had told her other things and been comforted during the first year of his married life. Of the long injustice he had done to Dick Arthur wrote nothing, preferring that the man should tell his own truth. The letter he decided to post after they started, for something might happen before then. Diana might change her mind and never send him the signal of the raised window shade that was to advise him of her readiness. He looked at his watch, and found that it was nine o clock. There was an hour more, and many things could happen in an hour. The room was warm and close, so he rang for a boy and ordered him to take the dress-suit case down to the gate and leave it there, after which he strolled leisurely through the house which smelled strongly of kerosene, and paused to speak to some sweet-faced old ladies who asked him to take a hand at bridge with them, the stakes being green peas. Between the evil hours he had spent with Diana Hart Arthur had often played cards for green peas with the old ladies, who severally and ardently adored him. Arthur was usually beloved by the very old and the very young, having for them that easy and charming kindness which is often found in men of his type. He refused to play this evening and passed on, smiling under his yellow mustache at the 362 DIANA thought of what they would think did they know that he, a married man, was about to run away with another woman. The smile turned acid on his lips. Arthur did not want to be a bad man ; viciousness held no attractions for him, but temptations overcame him, and he submitted too easily to the secret conscious ness that, though the world might think otherwise, he was a cad and a worthless fellow. Often this conscious ness gave him cynical amusement. Sometimes, too rarely for the good of his soul, it was wormwood to him, as it was to-night. In the garden he sat on his dress-suit case and lit a cigar. He sat where he could see the light from Mrs. Hart s house. Now he recognized fully the fact that he no longer wished to go away with her, that he hoped the curtained lights of the east chamber would not be unveiled, and that he was not sure that he would go if they were. In the code of many of his world he was bound to go : he was in honor bound to dishonor, and he felt a satisfaction in the cheapness of his moral fibre as proven years ago, it seemed to loose him from ob ligation. Resolutely and deliberately he forced himself to think of Diana, but his pulses remained unstirred, and a cold sweat of discomfort and dismay broke out upon him. He felt that he had never been in a worse plight than now, when about to sacrifice all to a woman who left him cold when she was out of sight. But then he asked himself what he was sacrificing, for he had lost everything. And he knew that though the thought of 363 THE EVASION Diana left him cold and reluctant at the moment, it would still be possible for him to live some swinging, triumphant hours at her side. As the village clock struck the half-hour, Arthur s chauffeur came for orders and was told to be at the gate by ten o clock. But even then he had not decided to go. The arrival of the car need bind him to nothing, for it would be a simple thing to ride in the other direc tion alone. Left by himself again he wanted to think of his wife, but forced the image of Diana into the eye of his mind. She was a woman who might have many lovers, and she had chosen him. Here was a delectable morsel many men would have enjoyed ; but Arthur con templated it without enthusiasm, for as men go he was not vain, and he loved another woman. " Any man would go in my place," he thought, and tried to sting himself into action by thinking of the wrong that had been done him, of the years when he had given his best to a woman who did not want it, of the other man But there seemed no power for heat or anger left in him. He saw things dispassionately as from a distance, and his own cowardice and dishonor became plain to him, as though they had belonged to another. The clock struck quarter to ten as his cigar burnt out between his fingers. He lit another, watching the red spark of it with satisfaction. Even then he had not decided to go ; but he had ceased to struggle, and left the final issue to impulse, or the trend of fate. 364 DIANA Half consciously he was beginning to feel that it would be easier to go than to stay. Moreover, his going would give Gladys freedom and happiness. This was so evident that he wondered he had not thought of it before. There would be wrong both ways, wrong and misery. Perhaps it did not matter which way his de cision fell. Life was a paltry thing at best. And so his thoughts drifted, hedging and compromising during the last fifteen minutes. And suddenly the clock struck ten. He looked up at Diana s house for the signal, and it came almost immediately, a streaming banner of light from the east window. At the same instant he heard his car panting and straining thunderously as it waited for him around the corner. Rising slowly, he stretched himself wondering still what he should do, but wondering idly, uninterestedly, as though about an action that did not concern him, for it seemed to matter so little either way. While he stood, another window flamed in the eastern chamber. Diana s signals were sumptuous, vital, like herself, and he knew that life would be intolerably dreary and comfortless without her. Moreover, if he went with Diana, Gladys would be free. He waited to take a few more puffs at his cigar, and then he lifted his bag. " I suppose that I might as well," he murmured, and moved toward the automobile to give his order. There was a mail box under the gas-lamp, and before entering the car he dropped his letter to Gladys under the iron tonsfue. CHAPTER XXV THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW G. [LADYS received her husband s letter by the mid- morning mail. " Wait a moment," she told her maid. " Mr. Daven port may be sending me some directions about his return," and she read the note in silence. "There are no orders," she added quietly. "Mr. Davenport does not return just yet." Mary Whiteside was spending several days with her; but without explanation Gladys shut herself in her own room, where she could face the monstrous and incredible thing alone. Spreading the paper on her knee she read his words again, and then turned it over wonderingly, with her hand shaking a little, to see if there were not some word of further explanation, something to mitigate the crude brutality of his an nouncement. " I dare say that you will not be sorry to hear that I am going off with Diana to-night. We shall not come back." Her husband had left her ; that was evident. Poor Arthur! Had she made him unhappy enough for that ? Unhappy enough to fly from her to such preca rious excitement as he would find with Diana Hart? 3G6 THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW She sat long without moving while she thought it over. There were two points of view which some wo men would have grasped at once, but which did not appear to her at all. One was the ignominy of her position before the world as a deserted wife. The other was her legal freedom to follow the call of her heart. Gladys had descended too deep into the abyss of suf fering to hear the chatter of a social world, and her broken marriage left her morally no freer than before to yield to a love that had violated her holy of holies. But below dismay, pity, and some remorse, she saw growing a passionate relief in her freedom from a marriage which had become dreary and hateful, and in the freedom she felt that her nature could rise gladly once more, even to the point of combatting her degrad ing love. Presently she summoned Mary to tell her the truth. She knew the letter must have been posted on Satur day night, and it was more than probable that the Monday morning papers would contain full particulars of the elopement. Mary was speechless with dismay and a conscious inability to treat a situation of such heroic circum stance, but the deserted wife was calm. " Poor Arthur ! " she repeated. " I did not know that I had made him so unhappy. And of course he must have his freedom at once." " If it was any one but Diana ! " she added a little later. " But I don t believe she will make him any hap pier than I did." 367 THE EVASION Sunday was spent in writing to her family and law yers. " For of course he must marry her as soon as possible," she said. " Divorce seems so perfectly terrible ! " said Mary, whose face did not lose the expression of scared be wilderment that it had assumed on first hearing the news. " Would n t it be still more terrible if he could not have a divorce?" asked Gladys, with unmoved com posure. Mary twisted her hands helplessly. " And it will all be in the papers," she moaned. But before the papers arrived, and in the first wan gray of dawn, there came a messenger to the house who shivered in the morning air, and solacing himself with vigorous chews of tobacco banged upon the door, and asked of a sleepy and disheveled maid if anybody by the name of Davenport lived there. On being in formed that there was a lady of that name, the mes senger delivered a yellow envelope, and demanded a signature. It appeared that the maid could not write her name, much less the name of another, and by the time that Gladys had been roused to sign for her tele gram the entire establishment was awake, and Mary, shaking with cold and anxiety, stood in her bare feet on the threshold of her friend s room. "It is possibly the news of Arthur s elopement," said Gladys wearily from where she sat on the edge of the bed. Wrapping the bedclothes about her shoulders she pushed the hair from her eyes in order to see the 368 THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW telegram, and almost immediately she gave a cry, letting the paper flutter to the ground. " How horrible ! how horrible ! " she whispered. " Read it, Mary," and she sat huddled in the blankets while Mary read of the automobile accident which had checked Arthur and Diana Hart when barely over the threshold of their life together. Diana had been killed, and Arthur was in the hospital, where his death was hourly expected. The telegram was from Mrs. Stan- wood. " Oh, Gladys ! Gladys ! " Mary sobbed hysterically, "how terrible to die like that in sin ! " " It is as well to die in sin as to live in it," said Gladys, her quivering nerves rasped by Mary s futile emotion. She smoothed the crumpled paper with shaking fin gers. " The accident must have occurred by yesterday noon. He may not be still alive." " Perhaps he will not die. Perhaps it will never be known that they were running away," said Mary. " And if he lives, perhaps you will go back to him since Diana is dead." " I shall never go back to him," answered Gladys, quietly, but with a hardness of manner that Mary had recently and most reluctantly begun to observe in her. A later telegram, from the same source, brought news that reports of Arthur s injuries had been exag gerated. It was even considered possible that he might survive them. And then came the morning papers with hectic accounts of the accident, and hints as to 369 THE EVASION causes of the nocturnal journey. Diana had written freely to her friends on the eve of departure, pleading no extenuating circumstance beyond the fact of her love for Arthur, and fatigue of conventional life. She had made certain statements to her lawyer with instruc tions that he make them public or not as he thought best, and for the next few days the papers indulged in an orgy of sensationalism. The fashionable worlds of two continents were aware that Mrs. Davenport s hus band had left her, and that a vengeance, swift, terrible, but happily dramatic, had overtaken the delinquents. In the meantime it could scarcely be said that Arthur lived, save in so far as he did not die. Very soon it began to be suggested that Mrs. Davenport should for give her husband in view of his probable death, or the condition of invalidism in which he must endure his life if it were saved. Arthur had received his injury while trying to save Diana, and it was from admiration as much as pity that popular blame swerved from him sufficiently to attack his wife. Her own conduct during the past months was sub jected to burning criticism. Her friendship with a cer tain distinguished foreigner was discussed, as well as her reckless social gayety. Diana was known to be a powerful and unscrupulous woman, and there were those among Arthur s friends who said openly that Gladys s neglect had driven him to another woman s love. Moreover, it was rumored that in his delirium Arthur called upon the name of his wife. 370 THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW Mrs. Stanwood visited her niece for several days with the secret intent of discussing the situation from this unexpected point of view. " You would be considered an angel of light to go back to him," she said. " But I shall not go back," answered Gladys very quietly. She spoke with well-poised calm, and Mrs. Stanwood was conscious of a new firmness in her attitude, a firm ness that was uncompromising, and, as Mary White- side had felt, somewhat hard. Gladys bore no resentment for her desertion, nor did she pretend to any particular grief ; but she had suffered from life in the way that it is not good for a woman to suffer. She was degraded in her own eyes, and her nature was hardening in self-defense, as the tissues of a man s body will harden about the bullet it must carry for life. " Poor Arthur," sighed Mrs. Stanwood, drawing a strand of silken floss through her embroidery needle. " He is quite a pathetic figure now." " Does he want me to go back to him ? " asked Gladys, with calm eyes on Mrs. Stanwood s face. Her aunt admitted that he had not said so, but then, he was scarcely in a condition to say anything. " But if he does want you later, as he certainly will?" " Of course I have thought of that," said Gladys composedly. "Yes?" 371 THE EVASION " And I shall not go. Arthur has money and friends. He will not need me, and this much freedom I must have the freedom of going my own way. Do you and Uncle Willie want me to go back ? " With regard to Willie, Mrs. Stanwood allowed her self some reservations. His attitude toward the whole affair, from his unconcealed satisfaction at Arthur s desertion, to his excited fear that Gladys would return to him, was only explicable on grounds of the general breaking up of his system, and his weakening intellect. In answer to her niece s last question Aunt Edith admitted that personally she felt there was something to be said for the course in question. " What can be said for it?" asked Gladys. Mrs. Stanwood smiled drolly. " I fear that none of my reasons would appeal to you," she said. Gladys smiled her comprehension. " Probably not," she answered. " Your position would be far better as a forgiving wife than as a divorced woman ; you would be more respected." Gladys smiled again, a smile grave and somewhat bitter, that sat strangely on her tender and delicate lips. " Then of course you would have more money. But this is a point that I know you are too unwise to con sider." " Thank you, Aunt Edith." Then it was that Mrs. Stanwood brought the argu ment with which she hoped to prevail. 372 THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW " It is one thing to divorce the man who is living happily with the woman for whom he has betrayed you ; it is quite another to divorce a lonely and help less invalid." " I have thought of that, too," said Gladys. " The divorce is a side issue, of course, but this is a good time to say that I shall do nothing about it unless Arthur desires absolute freedom. For myself it does not mat ter. But Arthur and I made too great a failure of our life together to try it again. We shall simply live apart. He has chosen to leave me let it be. If he is dying and wishes me to come to him, I will do so ; but if he lives, I shall never go back." There was a sense of finality in the very composure with which her words were uttered, and Mrs. Stanwood tactfully refrained from pressing the subject further. " The courts will doubtless give you all you need in the way of money," she suggested. " I think there will be no difficulty about that," an swered her niece. " I shall keep nothing but this house and place, which Arthur deeded to me last spring, and the property he settled on me when we were married. It will be enough for papa and me to live on." " But, my dear ! You could claim thousands a year." " I could never take money from Arthur except as his wife. The jewels are already in charge of his law yers." " You have given up your jewels ? The sets of em eralds and sapphires ? " " Certainly." 373 THE EVASION " Gladys ! you are mad you are worse you are a fool ! They were personal presents from him ! They are not to be matched in the country " " I cannot keep them," she answered ; and Mrs. Stan- wood found her as determined upon this point as upon the other. " It is a terrible waste," she moaned sincerely. " Who will wear them ? It makes one wish that Diana had lived." Then she changed the subject abruptly. " Did you know that Richard Copeland had not gone out West ? " she asked. No." " The story of his cheating at poker reached there before he did, and the chance of editorship was with drawn." " Ah," said Gladys. That evening she wondered if, after all, she should ever see Dick again. Under the excitement of Arthur s flight and accident the secret misery of her existence remained unmoved. There were hours when the misery became a torture, and she wondered how she was to en dure a life in which her eyes were never to see him, or her ears to hear him, or her hands to touch him again. " The pain is too great I cannot bear it I hope that it will kill me ! " she cried ; but knew that it would not, and set herself with desolate patience to wait till the passing of months and years should bring her re lief. " For the time must come when I shall not mind so much," she said. " Perhaps even in a month, or two, or three, I shall suffer less." 374 THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW During- these days William Stanwood sat in the " Beetlery," struggling with confused and painful thoughts. He knew that his end was near, and sought to decide what he should do. At last there came an hour when he went for the last time to his sanctuary, and was found lying across the threshold helpless, mumbling uncouth and inhuman sounds. His second stroke had come, and they bore him up to his chamber, which he was not to leave till carried to a final resting-place. Rallying slightly after the shock, he made it evident to his caretakers that he was not yet ready to be done with existence. His eyes burned, and he made repeated efforts to ask for something or some one, but the words rolled shapeless and inarticulate between his lips. Just at midnight he moved his right hand and made a sign as though he would write. They brought him paper, and his fingers struggled feebly with the tracing of one word, which the nurse deciphered with difficulty. " Gladys ? " she interrogated. His eyes gave eloquent assent. " You want her ? " He signed for the pencil again. " Hurry," he wrote. For several hours his condition underwent no change, nor did he cease to look at the door till his niece ar rived. She came at once to his bedside, and kneeling beside him laid her cheek against his hand while the tears coursed unreservedly down her face. The body of William Stanwood was already dead, but never 1 375 THE EVASION the spirit which looked from his eyes seemed so much alive. Yet it was not the simple, fearless spirit that had been his during his long life, but rather one that was tortured and struggling. Gladys soon realized that it was not only to see her that he had sent for her ; but to tell her something which he feared would never be said. Now and then his wife entered the room to stand, cool and fragrant, by his bedside. " He has turned against me," she whispei ed, at the door. " Poor Willie ! he must be very near the end." His niece never left him, and on the afternoon of her arrival his right hand moved again. Pushing paper beneath it she closed his fingers over a pencil. The fin gers shook with the effort ; they traced one letter, and the pencil dropped. He knew that it would never be lifted again and the expression in his eyes was as a visible cry of anguish. The letter was D, and Gladys had a sudden prescience. "Is it Dick, Uncle Will? Is it Dick? "she whis pered. " Close your eyes if it is not." The eyes remained open. " Dick," she repeated in the same tone, and her eyes were almost as haggard as his own. " What of him ? Oh, Uncle Will, what of him ? " She knelt at his side with her face close to his that she might not miss any shade of meaning that went from him. " I love him, Uncle Will ! I have loved him always," she said. 376 THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW His eyes grew desperate, agonizing, his lips mumbled loosely, and the effort to articulate was torture to make and terrible to see. Gradually his niece realized that he was dying and that he knew it. " Bring lights," she commanded. " Bring them close, closer yet ! There is something that he wishes to say perhaps I can see it if there is light enough." An hour passed, and a gray wanness began to sweep over his face with awful swiftness. " Uncle Will, try try to tell me ! " she said, with dry sobs tearing at her throat. His eyes blazed suddenly, and the sweat broke out on his face as he made his supreme and final effort. " Dick," he said. The light in his eyes swayed like flame in the wind, and then it went out. William Stanwood was dead. CHAPTER XXVI BURNT PAPER TJ HE morning after Mr. Stanwood s death Gladys found his widow in the library, and a prey to excite ment such as her tranquil nerves had rarely experi enced. " I have found his last will," she cried, " and he has cut me off with only half of the property. Whom do you suppose that I divide it with ? " " If it is with me you may have it back again," said Gladys. " I divide it with Richard Copeland ! " She held up the typewritten sheets and struck them angrily. " This is a duplicate copy, or I should have destroyed it as easily as waste paper and kept my counsel," she continued. " Willie has not been himself for several months, and Mr. Copeland has taken advantage of his weakness to repair his own fortunes. This will is dated on the day after the visit he made us." " I do not believe that Mr. Copeland took advantage of him," said Gladys gently. " I watched them to gether, and and Dick seemed fond of him. I think he was touched by Uncle Willie s goodness. No one can be bad all the time. I do not believe that he schemed to get the money from you." 378 BUKNT PAPER She turned her white and quivering face on the chair so that Mrs. Stanwood should not see it. " He shall not have it, whether he schemed or not," said her aunt. " There is plenty of proof that Willie s mind had weakened. The will must be broken. I wish I knew who had the original. I must write Hinckly and Hinckly of this at once." As Gladys sat in her uncle s leather armchair, some thing of his kind, loyal, and simple nature seemed to be near her, bringing comfort to her lonely heart and spirit. Tears, that had ceased to flow for her own grief, coursed freely and quietly down her face. During the last hours of his life the impression that his unspoken message held a vital significance for her had been strong ; but in thinking it over in the calmness of aftermath she saw how unlikely it was, and attributed his excitement to the feverishness of a failing mind. Nothing could be done about the will until after the funeral, and during the intervening days Gladys, who was very quiet and more gentle than she had been for many months, sought to calm her aunt on the subject of the will, and Richard Copeland s possible share in it. Fortunately for every one concerned, Mrs. Stanwood s attention was evenly divided between the future of her property and the immediate consideration of her mourning. Mr. Stanwood, at his own request, was buried in a little churchyard tucked under a hill, and after the funeral lunch was served at his home for members of the family, as there was no early train to town. 379 THE EVASION In the hall Mrs. Stanwood, who was a dignified and distinguished figure under the sweeping lines of her crepe veil, called her niece aside. "Did you see Mr. Copeland at the church?" she asked. Yes, Gladys had seen him. " He is coming here," continued Mrs. Stanwood. "Here"- " Yes, and I could see that he knew about the will. He would not stay to luncheon, but he is coming here to speak to me. Tell James to send him to me in the library." So he knew about the will. The old restless torment was upon her again. It caught her like a fever, and corroded the balm of a pure and sincere sorrow for her uncle s death. In the dining-room she joined her father and Molly and Harold. Harold was a senior at Harvard, and had just been elected captain of the football team, from which eminence he looked at Gladys with accusing eyes. It is the way of masculine youth to be impatient with frailties and the unconventional. Harold abhorred his sister s unpleasant prominence. " It would be much easier for all of us if you could make up your mind whether or not you are going back to your husband," he said. " I have quite made up my mind not to go back to him," answered Gladys quietly. " Under ordinary circumstances no one could expect you to," continued Harold; "but everybody is fond 380 BURNT PAPER of Arthur, and everybody knows that Diana was a beast, and made him run off against his will, and that he would n t have gone at all if you " He paused. If I ?" " I guess you know well enough. It does n t look well to be so unforgiving to a poor fellow who must lie on his back all the rest of his days ; and it s infernally unpleasant for me, because all the world knows he put me through college." Molly was secretly shocked and unsympathetic. " It seems positively degenerate to be mixed up with divorces, and elopements, and men, the way Gladys is," she thought. " So much for a European education." But she gave no outward expression of her opinion on this occasion beyond an atmosphere of disapproval, of which Gladys was definitely conscious. Professor Lawrence drew his eldest daughter aside for some private words, and his gentle old eyes were distressed and anxious. " You look ill, my dear," he said. " I am better than I was," she answered. " And unhappy you look unhappy, also." She was silent. " Would it not be better for you, for the peace of your heart and spirit, if you could forgive your un fortunate husband ? " " Dear papa," she said, and kissed him, " I believe that you are the best man in the world, now that Uncle Willie is gone." " Would you not be happier ? " 381 THE EVASION " I do not know ; but I shall never go back to him." " It is not well, iny child, to be too hard upon one another." " I forgive him," she said, " if it can be said that there is anything to forgive. I could wish that Diana had lived to love him and take care of him, if she had been capable of either, which she was not. But I must have my freedom. It is the only thing left me, and I will not go back to my bondage as Arthur s wife. It is his own act that has made me free." " I saw him yesterday," said her father. " You saw Arthur ? " "Yes, for the first time. You would hardly know him." " But he is going to live ? " " He is going to get better ; but he can never get well. A piece of machinery entered his lung, and this injury, as well as the one to his spine, will make his existence a precarious one." " Poor Arthur! " said Gladys softly. " He was not big enough for such a fate." " He must live in the South, if he lives at all," con tinued the professor ; " and they hope to move him be fore January. I understand that the Sandersons have offered to take him down on their yacht. It is a pity, my dear, that you saw so much of that Frenchman, for it helped to turn public sympathy in your husband s direction." " I hope so," said Gladys sincerely. " I hope every one will be good to him ; and they will be. People are 382 BUENT PAPEK always good to Arthur. He will not be lonely. He will not need me." "I I have brought you a letter from him." " A letter " - " It took him several days to write it, a word or two at a time, and he kept it hidden so that no one should know." The professor searched among the documents in his wallet. " I think this is it," he said, peering near-sightedly at a scrap of paper ; and Gladys, turning her back to him, read : " They are beginning to talk of your forgiving me and coming back. I don t know that I am worth bear ing a grudge against, but I know that I am not worth coming back to. I was happy in a way with poor Diana for that one day, and I should have been happy in the same way until she got tired of me. But I never loved any woman but you. " Perhaps I ought not to say this, for it sounds as though I were urging you to come back, and if there is a God in heaven He knows I would not do that. " I am not worth coming back to, which is the only thing my mind is really clear about just now. Ask Uncle Will." The handwriting had faltered into illegibility at the signature. Here was Arthur at his best. The tears stood in Gladys s eyes as she read, and she was forced to conscious acknowledgment of what she had known from the beginning, her husband wanted her. 383 THE EVASION " But even then," she said, " he has no right, and there will be so many others he will never be lonely. I shall never go back." When Dick was ushered into the library Mrs. Stan- wood received him graciously. " I asked to see you apropos of a somewhat unpleas ant matter of which I am sure you will be as surprised to know as I was," she began suavely. " I had my surprise yesterday," said Dick. " You are probably speaking of the will." " Ah you know, then." " The last day I saw Mr. Stanwood he handed me an envelope which I was only to open on hearing of his death. Beside some personal matter, which need not be repeated, I found a will in which I am left one half of his personal property. A copy of the same document is, I understand, in this house." " It is, and was found by me the morning after his death. And now, Mr. Copeland, what are we go ing to do about it? My poor husband was, as you know, not himself mentally during the last months of his life " - Dick assented. " And I am sure that you do not wish to take advan tage of his weakness," she continued ; " at the same time, these things are apt to be troublesome, and I thought it would be so much more comfortable if we had a few words about it in private." At this point Mrs. Stanwood became aware that Dick was looking at her with amusement. 384 BUKNT PAPER " I am perfectly aware that had Mr. Stanwood been quite himself he would never have made this last will," he said ; " and there are several ways of arranging it. One is for you to break the will, which would be ex pensive and troublesome for you. Another is to allow the document to be executed, after which I could hand the property over to you ; but that would be expensive and troublesome for me, and I have no money to spend on lawyer s fees. The simplest way would be for us to burn both original and copy of the will in each other s presence, and I suggest that we do it now and here without further discussion." A few moments later Leslie Aldrich tapped on the French window with his cane, and, on being let in by Dick, he perceived the smoke of burnt paper. " So you have summarily disposed of the question," he remarked, for Mrs. Stanwood had told him about the will. "I find myself in the position of having accepted a present of one million or so of dollars from Mr. Copeland," she said, and turned to Dick with her face a little flushed. "I you are the first man in my life to whom I have not known what to say," she added. "From all of which I judge that my boy has not lived up to his reputation," said Mr. Aldrich. Mrs. Stanwood s flush deepened. " I do not see how I can ever thank you, Mr. Cope- land. I do not even see how I can try," she said. " Perhaps I am only making a coup de theatre" said Dick, looking about for his hat. 385 THE EVASION " One does not make them at such a price." Mrs. Stanwood laughed a little with relief and excitement. " Perhaps you will let me beg your pardon if I may not thank you," she added seriously, holding out a hand which Dick took without enthusiasm. " I have done you great injustice to-day, and I now begin to think that the injustice must be one that dates back much further than to-day. I am sorry." Dick answered nothing as he dropped her hand. " It seems as though the least I could do would be to acknowledge our injustice publicly," she continued, "but for family reasons, I allude to my nephew, and the necessary explanations in his connection, I am not going to do so. You must think of me what you will. I stand confessed before you as a fabulously indebted and ungrateful woman, and can only repeat that I am sorry." She spoke with the frankness that was her best quality, and Dick yielded a certain admiration to her almost manly directness. A little later she left the two men alone. " The thing I am puzzling over now is whether your day is definitely over or only just beginning," observed Mr. Aldrich. " I think that one of them is definitely over," said Dick. " But there s always life, and the fight that makes life worth while." " I have a suspicion that you will win out yet, my boy, though you have an infernal mess of misunder standing to live down. What are you doing now ? " 386 BURNT PAPER " Getting my book into shape." "And after that?" Dick shrugged his shoulders. " It s a beastly nuisance that this story of the poker game should have come up again." " I have an idea that I can make any man disbelieve that the moment I choose." " I believe that you could, Richard. I believe that you could." Mr. Aldrich changed the subject abruptly. " I suppose now you are ready to believe that she was not happy with him." " If she was unhappy, it was not I who made her so." " But if you had known how it was to turn out ? " " I should have acted differently." " And now, Richard, now ? " " Now it can make little difference which of us she believes is guilty," said Dick. After a while he turned his back and looked out of the window. " I have a ruined fortune and a dishonored name," he added. " In so far as fortune is concerned, I have left you the whole of mine," began Leslie Aldrich, looking more than usually irritable. " And there is also a little sum which I put aside for you at the time you went in for reforming those wretched beggars, which was a great liberty on your part, and I knew they would give you your deserts before they were through with you. The money has been rolling up very satisfactorily all this time. It only wants your signature to make it yours." " How unreasonably and awfully good of you ! " ex- 387 THE EVASION claimed Dick. " But I you see, I can t possibly take it." " The devil you can t ! And why not ? " " In the first place, I don t need it." " Fiddlesticks, Richard ! Fiddlesticks ! Look at your coat." " It s a very good coat," said Dick. " It s as good a coat as I have had in years. A trifle warm for the season perhaps, but I shan t find it so in December." " I see that you are determined to annoy me," com plained Mr. Aldrich. " You always have done so, and I suppose you always will. You worried me into pre mature old age, and now you willfully and wantonly worry me to death." Dick smiled. " And you have been the best friend I ever had," he said. " But, you see, when it s a question of money Besides, I have enough left to live as I always have lived " " And a devilish poor way that is ! " muttered the older man. " I should probably give the rest away to some re form board or other. Now, how would you feel to have your money helping to propagate reforms ? " " I never thought of that," said Mr. Aldrich soberly. " You mean that you would give it all away?" " In one form or another, yes." " Richard," exclaimed Mr. Aldrich, " all this giving away of money looks perilously like Christianity ; and I am hanged if I don t think some of you atheists the best Christians we have ! " 388 BUENT PAPER Dick smiled at him with grave amusement. " As for the money," continued Mr. Aldrich, " you might as well take it, for I shan t touch it, and in the bank it will simply roll up and contribute to the mil lions of naughty capitalists. I don t see how your prin ciples can allow you to permit that." " I will promise to remember it if I am in need," answered Dick ; " and the fact that you want to give it I don t seem to know how to say thank you." " Don t you dare to try ! You will offend me seri ously if you do. Some day you may want to marry, who can tell ? and then it would come in where it belonged," ventured the old man, who had just per ceived Gladys standing on the cliff s edge, a lonely and sombre figure in black. But her hair suggested a bright emblem of insubordination against mourning or re straint. CHAPTER XXVII ON THE CLIFF N leaving the library Mrs. Stan wood encountered her niece in the hall. " Did he know about the will ? " asked Gladys. " Yes, but I am bound to say that he behaved very handsomely. We have burned both copies." Gladys turned without a word and left the house. It was her last day there, and passing through the ruined garden where the plants were black and stricken by early frosts, she went on beyond the terrace wall to the edge of the cliffs. The air was warm and still. Under a gray sky the landscape lay subdued and lonely, and out over the motionless sea were vast spaces of brooding stillness. But neither brooding nor stillness was in her soul. She had seen Dick in church, and his face, stern, lonely, and grave, had drawn her will from her. She yearned for him intolerably, with the whole of her mind and heart and spirit. And now she asked herself the significance of good and evil. Was she not free to choose ? Would it matter when the last sleep came ? Did anything matter, save that the hour of one s being should be full of life, since this life might be all? 390 ON THE CLIFF Her love for Dick seemed greater than good or evil : it was a part of timeless things, inevitable as the swing of great tides, as the coming and going of stars. He was part of herself, and if a part of him were evil what then ? She imagined him coming to her alone through the brooding silence, and she knew then that the struggle would be over. Sin, pride, resistance, these things were words. If he saw her now, and came to her, she knew that she would go with him. And just then Dick came. She heard him on the porch, and then on the turf behind her, and presently he stood at her side ; but she did not turn to look at him. " How still it is ! " he said. The simple words were slowly and quietly spoken, and as she heard them a strange thing happened. The mis erable and discordant vibrations of her soul fell silent suddenly, as will the strings of a harp when a hand is laid upon them. She did not speak. It was enough that he stood at her side. So they remained in silence, and the world was very still, as he had said. " May I tell you that I am sorry for the unhappiness I know you must suffer in the loss of your uncle?" he said at last ; and then turned with a smile breaking into the stern gravity of his face. " But I seem to have told you without waiting for permission, don t I ? " She realized a difference in his attitude towards her. He was bearing himself easily, as one friend before another, and without the distance and restraint with 391 THE EVASION which he had always seemed to recognize her know ledge of his guilt. " You were very good to him," she said. " I thought it was the other way." " He cared for you. Your name was the last word he spoke. He tried to tell me something about you after he could no longer speak. Do you know what it was that he wished to say ? " " I think I do," he said quietly. " He tried up to the moment of his death. I wonder my heart did not break to hear him." Tears stood in her eyes as she lifted them to meet the pity in his. Blind instincts within her were feeling their way upwards toward the light. "You were good to him," she said. "Why have you not always " She paused, and turned away her head. " You are very tired," said Dick. " Would n t it rest you to sit here where no one can find you ? I can get you a rug in a moment, and then I must go." "It is not worth while, for I must go back myself," she said ; but neither of them moved. The wash of a falling wave sounded from the beach below, and crows called from inland pastures. Dick had himself well in hand, but he dared not trust himself to look often at the pale and tender face of the black-robed woman at his side. He looked in stead at the sea, and for a while Gladys watched it with him. Great subdued lights roved and mused upon it. The world was spacious and still. Creation seemed im- 392 ON THE CLIFF bued with a wide leisure in which truths could be heard and felt. Standing by Dick she felt his presence draw the poi son from her spirit. He was there, and her life could hold no greater, more secure content than this. She looked at him, and for the first time she looked no longer through the tortured medium of his imagined guilt. But suddenly she remembered, and scourged herself again with belief in his baseness and dis honor. "You could be good to him," she said. The words were wrung from her as a wild and bitter cry of pain. " You could be good and honorable with him. Nature made you so in the beginning, I think. Why have you made yourself unmanly, and base, and cruel ? What is man ? What is life ? What is the power above us, since such things can be ? " A dark flush rose suddenly to Dick s face, and then he grew very pale. " Have you not been a little hasty in assuming that they are?" he asked, and turned to leave her. But she moved nearer to him, trembling. " Look at me," she cried, "look at me." He paused, and let her search his face trait by trait, while he stood motionless. High purpose she found there, and proud endurance, and austerity, but no line of baseness or of yielding. For an instant the memory of her husband s face came to her, and she recognized its commonplaceness, its lines of weak evasion. Then her eyes came back to Dick s, and she looked 393 THE EVASION through them into his spirit. She looked long, and Dick understood, though he gave no sign. " Was it a mistake?" she whispered, and then she put out her hand and touched him. " Dick," she said, " Dick ! " A sob broke in her throat. In his soul there went up a loud shout of triumph, but he only gathered her hands into his and bowed his head over them. " Dick can you forgive me ? " He kissed the hands. " Child child ! " he said brokenly. Her face, stilled with wonder, was lifted to his. " I cannot understand I cannot believe are we alive ? Is it you your hands your eyes yourself? Am I dreaming? or have I waked? Look at me! There are tears in your eyes! Have you loved me so well, then, while I while I My heart was breaking because I thought you were unworthy of my love. Think of it, Dick and all the time the shame was mine for doubt ing you the shame was mine! Can you forgive?" "Hush Hush!" And then suddenly she broke into wild and breath less sobbing. CHAPTER XXVIII ON THE SANDS HE next morning she met Dick on the sands under the cliff. " Is it you ? " she asked ; and again, " Is it you ? I feel immortality once more. You have given me new senses, new heart, new soul. The sky is not the same, nor the wind, nor the smell of the sea." The face she lifted to his was transfigured. " My love, my love ! " he said. Land and sea were shrouded in a warm mist, tender and luminous with suggestions of violet and rose, and out of it the waves sprawled lazily upon the sands. He brought her rugs and cushions to make her comfortable among the rocks. " Nature is friendly," he said. " She has sent her vapors to wrap us about warm and close. Why must I sit so far away from you ? Have I not been away long enough ? and far enough ? All night I would not have slept if I could and I could not for thinking of you. There were times when you seemed to me a creature all of flame and wind and spirit. I wondered that a man would dare to touch you or call you his. And now now that you are at my side, you are still a miracle to be worshiped, and it is evident that substances 395 THE EVASION above this earth of clay must have gone to the making of you ; but you are also the woman I love, and I shall not always sit an arm s length away." She put out her hand and touched his as it lay on the warm sand. "Dear," she said, and in the word was gathered all the unuttered tenderness of her life. His eyes grew misty under the ineffable caress of it. " Yesterday I was body, to-day I am spirit, and no thing can overcome me any more. Yesterday my nature stooped to meet love, to-day the uttermost reaches of my being are not high enough for it. All night I could not sleep for the wonder of it, and then look away, Dick, or I shall be ashamed to tell I thought of the dear, familiar little things that I had not dared to think of all these years. I remembered the way your hair used to grow back from your left temple, and I thought that I could not wait till day to see if it grew so still." She laughed, with tears on her lashes. " What did you think of after that ? " he asked. " After that I could think only of that which under neath I shall think of always of the injustice the wrong I have done you." Her voice broke. " And it was Arthur." He was silent. " You need not answer, because I know." " How did you know at last that it was not I? " " It came to me when you came yourself without disguise. Since that dreadful night years ago we have always met with the consciousness of this thing between us. It was in your face, your eyes, your voice. There was 396 ON THE SANDS always restraint, and your acceptance of my understand ing. You were never yourself till yesterday, when you refused further admittance of this grotesque thing. And if you had come to me at any time during these years, and stood by me, and looked and spoken as you did then, why, I should have understood, Dick. You would not have needed to tell me that you were not guilty. I should have known, as I knew last night, from your be ing yourself. But you never came, you never came " " Had I known you loved me I should have come," he said. " No earthly power could have stood between us then. It was I, after all, who was the dull, dense sod, unillumined by any spark at all, since I could live in the same world with your love for me and never know of it." They spoke of the future. "By the time the law has freed you from him utterly, I know that I can be in the way of making enough to support us," said Dick. " It s only the beastly reputation I have which makes me feel as though I should have run away yes terday as soon as I began to suspect that you were finding out I was n t quite the blackguard you thought. For myself, it doesn t matter. Hostile circumstance braces me, and I will wade chin-deep in it without com plaint ; but I can t endure to think that you should be touched by the fringe of the tide." " There is something that I must tell you, Dick something that I must tell you now." Her voice stung him to nameless alarm, and he saw that she had grown pale. 397 THE EVASION " I have not told you all I thought of last night," she continued, without meeting his eyes. " What else was there ? " " I am afraid I am afraid to tell you." She shiv ered, even as he drew her hands firmly into his. " Gladys, what is there in life that you should be afraid to tell me?" " Only this one thing." " Little girl, little sweetheart," he laughed uncer tainly, " what foolishness is this ? " " It is no foolishness. I meant that we should have our morning, but I must tell you now." " Tell me, then, but look at me first so. Now, with your hands and eyes in mine, tell what you thought of between four and five or was it between five and six o clock this morning ? " The pallor of her face was almost luminous, and under his gaze Dick saw pain and entreaty grow in her eyes. " Dick, yesterday, before you came to me on the cliff, I thought that you were unworthy of a good woman s love, and yet you had mine wholly. And because you were unworthy, love so shackled me to dishonor and shame that if you had said to me, Come, I would have gone to you in any way or to any place you wished. And to-day I know you for one to the loving of whom a woman must bring the best she has, and because of this I must go back to Arthur." He did not speak, and for some moments his eyes held hers blankly and without understanding. Then very slowly he released her hands. 398 ON THE SANDS "This is foolishness, indeed," he began roughly. " I 11 hear no more of it." " Dick you must listen you must understand." " Which of us is mad ? " he said. " Would you mind saying it over again ? " She repeated her words as nearly as she could, and Dick passed his hand over his forehead. " I was a bad fellow yesterday, and so you would have gone with me. I am a fairly decent one to-day, and so you will not go is that it ? You will admit the para dox to be startling just at first." But then, with a ges ture that seemed to sweep it all away, he knelt in the sand at her side, and took her hands into his again. " Dear heart, you cannot do this thing to yourself or to me. Of that I am sure. But let us talk it over. No, leave me your hands I will be perfectly good and reasonable. I can be, you know, when I choose. I was good one day, long ago, on the beach, when I promised to be do you remember, sweetheart ? " " I know that you can understand if you will." " I admit that I don t want to understand," he an swered, forcing a smile. "There is some mistake of reasoning and conscience somewhere, so let us clear it away." Gladys spoke with difficulty, and her eyes, wide, pure, appealing as a child s, were fixed on his. " Why do you owe allegiance to Arthur Davenport to-day that you would have withheld from him yester day ? " he began, with determined patience. " Yesterday, because I believed that love did violence 399 THE EVASION and shame to my nature, and possessed me against my will, and all the strength of my soul, there seemed no good thing in life. I was degraded by forces outside myself. Right and wrong did not matter. But to-day, just because I love you with heart, brain, and soul, there is a divine obligation on me to do nothing un worthy. A woman cannot bring to her love anything less than the best that she has." " Nor a man." " And because love is so great and wonderful I know there is something greater still, something that makes life significant and beautiful, even if it is not happy. I could have done wrong for the love that degraded me. I cannot do wrong for the one which lifts me." " Do you think that I wish you to do wrong ? " Dick put the question with the precarious gentleness one may use to a child whose caprice threatens a life. " Can you think that, sweetheart ? " "No, Dick. No." " Then let us come to the actual point. Are you un willing to dissolve your marriage vows ? Do you think of legal marriage as anything but a makeshift, a human institution ? " " No, but it is the best we have the only one that keeps civilized humanity from chaos, that attempts to preserve purity and faith ; and as such we must guard it sacredly." " And is this conscience of yours so stern that you would guard the form of marriage after the violation of its purity and faith ? " 400 ON THE SANDS "No." " And has not Arthur, of his own independent act, broken his vows ? " " It was I it was I who made him break them." " This is madness ! " he said violently. " Listen, Dick " - " Child ! child ! you cannot hurt our lives so fatally for a morbid belief like this ! " " Listen ! " she cried entreatingly. The struggle was beginning to tell on them both, and her breath came quickly. " I married Arthur because of what he could give me and my family, and he married me loving me as truly and as wholly as it was in him to do. He was never vi cious, he never cared for vice for its own sake, he was only weak ; and if I had loved him a little I could have kept him a true husband and a good man. But I loved you, Dick, you ! I had nothing for my husband who brought me his best, and from whom I took all. And then this woman came to him with what he knew I could not give. When she came I was glad, for his love was a burden to me, and I tried to think that he had trans ferred it, but all the time I knew better. There came a day at last when he asked me if I loved you, and I told him the truth. The next night he went away with Diana, and I was glad when I heard it, and told myself that now at last I had proof that he had ceased to care ; but all the time I knew that it was not so, I knew that he had only gone to her because of his misery and des peration. Then came the accident; Dick, be patient 401 THE EVASION with me, my heart is breaking ; at first they thought he would die, but now he will live, and he will never walk again. Did you know that ? " Yes, Dick knew. " They began to speak of my going to him, and again I deceived myself and said that he did not want me, and again, though I would- not admit it, I knew that he did. One day he wrote me a letter. He wrote it when he was purified by pain and despair, and I see now that he in tended me to marry you; but after that I no longer tried to think he did not care for me, only I told myself that even if he did, that if he died wanting me, I would never go back. Life still had no beauty or meaning ; and that day that very day you came. Dear, if you could ever know what that was, how the world swung into rhythm again and I felt the consciousness of that which, if not the God of human religions, is the life above our life, a timeless spirit which was before stars were hung, which is the beauty beyond our beauty, the truth and love beyond our truth and love, dear," her face was white and transparent with spiritual pas sion as she put out her hand to him, "you would not have me do anything for you which could drag us down ; and so and so, I must go back to my poor husband and take care of him as long as he lives." His face was growing haggard and desolate. " This that I ask of you is not wrong," he said. " Could we be happy with that wrecked life between us?" "But the life is not between us. Listen to me, 402 ON THE SANDS Gladys, as I have listened to you. His life is not be tween us. He came there by his own cowardice and treachery, and by the same faults he has put himself beyond us. By the law of men, of nature, of your God, you are mine. Little girl, do you not understand ? " He spoke with grave tenderness ; but he was begin ning to breathe hard, as a man who is fighting for his life in a losing game. " It cannot be," she said. " I have ruined my hus band, and I must stand by him to the end." Then Dick felt the bonds of his self-control bursting like rotten rope. " And what of his unworthiness ? " he asked. " What of his dishonor which took you from me ? What of his silence which held you during those years of marriage ? You say that he has loved you ; but I what of my love?" She cried out as though he had hurt her. " And you pretend that you will put it aside as a useless garment, and you think that I will submit? This is my answer." He swept her into his arms. "This and this!" His strength, resistless as a great flood, conquered her, then surrounded and wooed her with obliterating tenderness, and she lay for a while, a deep and pas sionate content possessing her utterly. But presently, with both hands against his chest, she lifted her head and looked at him. " Dick, how far would you care to take me, if I could be won against my conscience by this? " 403 THE EVASION He let her slip through his arms then. " You mean that mine is the strength of the brute, and may not prevail," he murmured. " Dear would you have it otherwise ? " "No." He passed his hand over his forehead, and spoke slowly, brokenly. "No. It was a cowardly means to use, I beg your pardon." "My love! My love!" she cried, triumphant and tremulous between laughter and tears. " Ah, I could not do less than go back to him, since I must live to be worthy of you." He turned, and walked from her to the edge of the tide where he stood a while, dim and unsubstantial through the mist. When he returned she saw that his face was set for conflict. " The whole thing is utterly wrong," he said. " We will talk it over again." He spoke with a grim, deter mined calm, though breathing quickly. " It was his contemptible act that separated us in the beginning. It was through his cowardice that he won you for his wife and held you. Are these things true ? " "Dick"- " Are these things true ? " " They are true." " And his last act of dishonor has given you back your freedom. What answer can you give me to this ? " " The last act of dishonor was my fault." " Your fault " "Mine mine! " 404 ON THE SANDS She was kneeling on the sand at his feet, supporting herself with her hand on a rock. " I thought that I had explained I must try to do it better," she said ; and with her words beginning to break into sobs she struggled again through the wrongs and failures of her marriage. " I took everything and gave nothing," she said at last. " I gave nothing, because I was yours, Dick yours as I am to-day, as I shall always be in this life and after. I took his money and his life and assumed a solemn obligation in return, and I betrayed it. I have ruined him. But for my indifference and neglect he would have been a loyal husband, and be cause of me this rest of his life is to be lived in pain and helplessness. I must stand by and save and com fort what is left to him of life." " And do I count for nothing ? " He stood above her with accusing lips, and strug gling with her sobs she crept nearer to him, putting up her hand to him in despairing appeal, but with an untamed, unconquered spirit shining in her eyes. " One reads about women who long to immolate themselves," he said. " You are evidently one of them. You think only of your own fault why not consider his ? It must be a question with you of an excessive desire for immolation, and quite incidentally, of course, I am crushed along with you." " Dick you are killing me ! " Then he lay down beside her on the sand, and hid his tortured face on his arms. 405 THE EVASION " It is not that I forget his fault, but my obligation to him outweighs it," she said hopelessly. " It is be cause of me he is disgraced, and that the rest of his life he must suffer and be crippled." He did not answer ; and after a while she stretched out her hand and touched his hair. " Dear boy dear love," she murmured brokenly. In the tenderness of her voice was such a poignant, ineffable expression of her love that it followed him into the years, and feeling that it must live with him beyond the grave almost conquered his belief in mor tality. Without raising himself he drew her hand to his lips, and she felt his face hot and wet with tears. CHAPTER XXIX RENUNCIATION RED MORRISON and Mr. Murray discussed Dick s presence in the region that had been the scene of his disgrace. " It s like his damned impudence," said Mr. Murray. Fred Morrison looked unsympathetic. " I watched him at the funeral," he said, " and I am bound to admit that I never saw any one look less like a cad. If we had n t been so sure that he cheated at cards it would have been easy enough to discredit the other reports. Sometimes I wonder if there has n t been some mistake." " There s only one other who could have done it," protested Mr. Murray. " And that s a man who recently ran away from his wife ! " " But every one knows that his wife was to blame." " There are two opinions about his wife." " From what I hear there must be several." Mr. Murray laughed as he spoke. " Mrs. Davenport wishes to speak with you, sir," an nounced the butler. " Mrs. Who ? " 407 THE EVASION " She said Davenport, sir." " I must apologize for the intrusion," said Gladys, standing in the doorway. " But I understood that Mr. Morrison was with you, and so, as I wished to speak to him also, I came in directly." " My dear Mrs. Davenport, this is an unexpected honor ! " exclaimed Mr. Murray, with an anxious cor diality induced by fear that she might have overheard his last remarks. Both men were conscious of a change in her. The black-robed figure with the pale, pure face subdued them oddly, and it was as though a strain of music, grave, tender, and lovely, had entered the room with her. " I am especially fortunate in finding Mr. Morrison with you," she began ; " for I wished to speak to you both, and as I have little time I will begin at once. You remember, and you also, Mr. Murray, a certain game of poker played in our club here some years ago, and for cheating in which Mr. Copeland was expelled in disgrace." " Permit me to correct you, Mrs. Davenport ; he was requested to resign. As chief actor in the trans action I wish it to be so understood." " Thank you. I had forgotten the detail. Since that day he has suffered more or less directly from the ef fects of his supposed action, and quite recently it has interfered seriously with his career and means of earn ing a livelihood. I have come here to-day to say that Mr. Copeland was not the man who cheated." There was a pause. 408 RENUNCIATION "Are you quite sure of this?" asked Mr. Murray, with visible annoyance ; " and is it not far from er wise to rake up the subject in any way after this dis tance of time?" " Not while the results of the story are cruelly injur ing an innocent man. It is to my husband that the blame belongs." Both men gave a suppressed exclamation, and to one of them her words suggested an ugly suspicion. He had seen Dick and Gladys alone on the cliffs the day of the funeral, and her unforgiving attitude towards her husband was well known. Fred Morrison suspended judgment. " The circumstances have only just come to my know ledge," she continued quietly, " but it may not be too late for us to render justice. For the present I can only give you my word that injustice has been done. If necessary, my husband will confirm my assertion." Mr. Murray cleared his throat. " It is a very delicate and unpleasant matter," he said. " And we must speak with entire frankness. Have I not understood that you and Mr. Davenport were ahem " Gladys paused a moment to gather the full meaning of his suspicion, and then she spoke again with un changed voice and manner. " My husband is very ill, as you know. I am on my way to the station now. I hope to see him within a few hours, and if he is strong enough we shall go South for the winter. But I may not be able to speak to him on this subject just yet, and if you could make a general 409 THE EVASION announcement of the injustice done to Mr. Copelaiid without bringing my poor husband to the pain and humiliation of immediate confession, I we should both be most grateful to you. If you cannot do this, Mr. Davenport will give you a personal confirmation of my statement as soon as his health permits him to do so." " Am I to understand that you wish me to make a public declaration of this act of Mr. Davenport s ? " " If such a course is necessary to clear the name of an innocent man. But I am hoping that my husband need not be mentioned in this connection." " It is an exceedingly unpleasant business," exclaimed Mr. Murray, rising and walking about the room. " There is one man who must have found it so for many years," said Gladys quietly. " And it makes us look like a rare set of fools." She rose and held out her hand. " But you are not to think of that, or of anything but of ending a most unfortunate and cruel injustice," she said ; " and you are going to help me, are you not ? I am sure that you will, and you also, Mr. Morrison. For any reluctance on your part to make the truth well known will only precipitate and assure the necessity for a personal con fession on the part of my husband." " If it comes to the necessity of a personal admission of his er guilt, is it not possible that your husband will refuse to make it ? " "No. I can answer you this with absolute confi dence." 410 RENUNCIATION " Is Copeland aware of what you are doing for him ? " "No." " Shall you tell him that a movement is on foot to clear his name ? " " I shall not see Mr. Copeland again." " It shall be as you say," Fred Morrison assured her gravely. " And may I not express my admiration for your courage and justice ? " She smiled faintly. " Perhaps it does not require as much courage as you think, and I am sure that the dif ficult thing for all of us would be to remain silent now that we know the truth." Both men went with her to her carriage, and sought to hide their gravity and concern under polite common places. The cold light of an autumn afternoon flooded the hospital room in which Arthur lay on the day when his wife returned to him, and she stood afraid before the awful emaciation of his face. He held her hand and looked at her while his lips quivered boyishly. " They tell me you are coming back to stay," he said, and his voice was hoarse and fallen. It seemed the perilously unsubstantial echo of a man that lay straight and still between the sheets. " They tell me you are coming back to stay. Is it true ? " " Do you want me ? " The quivering lips passed beyond his control ; but his eyes, unnaturally brilliant from pain and fever, answered her eloquently. 411 THE EVASION " I never loved Diana," he said at last. " I know " " But I don t deserve this I never thought" "Hush. If you talk too much they will send me away." His famished eyes devoured her face. " And you are really coming back ? " "Yes." " To stay ! It is wonderful ! " he murmured, and sighed, full of contentment. Then he fingered her black dress feebly. " Who is dead ? " he asked, and while she was wondering if it would be safe to tell him he seemed to read her thought. " It will be all right to tell me," he said. " I do not mind who is in the world now that you have come back. You are sure that you mean to stay always ? " he reiterated childishly. She told him so again. " I like to hear you tell me so," he said. " I never thought you would come, even to-day when they told me, that your letter was not a dream. At ten o clock they came to give me a shave for the first time since I have been ill, for I did not want you to find me too much changed ; but I was afraid to have them do it. I was afraid that if I shaved you would not come, just as it does n t rain if you take out an umbrella. At twelve they came again, but I sent them away, for I was still afraid. At one I thought that you must have sent word that you had changed your mind, and I made some one go to the office to find out. They brought back word 412 RENUNCIATION that you had left the hotel, so then I let them take off my beard. Am I much changed ? Did you think to find me so ill ? " " I knew that you had been very, very ill, but you are going to get better now." " I shall never be well," he said. " Will you want to go away if I am never worth anything again ? " " No, no." " Where are you going now ? " " Only to take off my hat." " Don t go far ; don t go where I can t see you, for I can t turn round to look after you yet. Is n t it ridicu lous for a great, strong man like me not to be able to turn over alone ? There is something wrong with my lung, too, and that is what will kill me in the end. They say that I shall have to live in the South. Will you stay if we have always to live in the South ? " " You are a foolish boy," she said. After that he was silent for some time, and seemed to sleep, while his wife watched his face in the pitiless light of his white-walled room, and knew with inevit able prescience that he could not live long. Just after sunset he awoke. " It is wonderful that I am alive and that you are here," he said, and he looked at her a long time with out speaking. " You have changed," he continued finally. " You look happier than I have ever seen you. You look as though you were happy about some secret thing." " I am happy." 413 THE EVASION He waited some time longer before further speech, then : " Dick never did it," he said. " I know," she answered softly. " I am glad you told me." " It makes you think better of me ? " "Yes." " I wonder how I dared to tell you," he continued. "I never should have if I had not stood so close to death. To look at death gives one more courage for life." " Have you nothing else to tell me ? " she asked. She felt him shiver suddenly and put out her hand to quiet him, but repeated the question mercilessly. " You know that, too, then," he whispered. "Yes." " And yet you came back ! " " You and I must free Richard Copeland from this injustice." " Do you want me to say I know he is innocent ? " " Yes, and if necessary you must say more. Confes sion would be the only way for you to win back respect for yourself." " That is just what Copeland told me years ago." He spoke as though musing aloud, and lay awhile in silence. At last he sighed, as though dismissing the subject. " I will do anything you like," he said. " It is all the same while you stand by. I did not answer at once because I was wondering why I was so willing to tell. The ties that hold a man to the world seem to have all loosened for me, somehow. Yes, I will tell the truth if 414 RENUNCIATION you wish it, and it will be nice to think things are straight again with poor Copeland." Gladys felt his hand seeking hers in the dusk, and when he found it he sighed again. " Now that I have confessed, perhaps you can make a fairly decent fellow of me before I die," he said. That evening, on returning to her home, Gladys found Dick s last message to her. All night the words of it sang aloud in her soul, and she felt that her being would swing to the meaning of them while the days of her life slipped into months, and the months into the years that were to be lived without him. But she knew at last that the years would not be many. The message was two lines of poetry : " I shall remember while the light yet lives, And in the darkness I shall not forget." fiibersibe Electrotyped and printed by H. O. Houghton &f Co. Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A. 3 1158 00906 6860 00 125 748