f TS HOO "HE MAY GET LOST IN THE STORM.' Frontispiece. Barriers. Page 4. Morfcs of E. p. IRoe VOLUME FWE BARRIERS BURNED AWAY ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK P. P. COLLIER & SON Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by DODD & MEAD, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. COPYRIGHT, 1882, BY DODD, MEAD, & COMPANY. COPYRIGHT, 1885, Bv DODD, MEAD, & COMPANY. COPYRIGHT, 1892, Bv DODD, MEAD. & COMPANY. COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY MRS E. P. ROE. IS REVERENTLY DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION I SHALL say but few words in regard to this first child of my imagination. About one year ago our hearts were in deepest sym- pathy with our fellow-citizens of Chicago, and it occurred to me that their losses, sufferings, and fortitude might teach lessons after the echoes of the appalling event had died away in the press; and that even the lurid and destructive flames might reveal with greater vividness the need and value of Christian faith. I spent some days among the smouldering ruins, and then began the following simple story, which has grown into larger proportions than I at first intended. But com- paratively a small part of the narrative is occupied with the fire, for its scenes are beyond description, and too strange and terrible to be dwelt upon. Therefore the thread of my story is carried rapidly through that period of unparalleled excitement and disaster. Nearly all the scenes introduced are historical, and are employed to give their terrible emphasis to that which is equally true in the serenest and securest times. B. P. R. CONTENTS CHAPTER I LOVE UNKNOWN 13 CHAPTER II LOVE KNOWN 22 CHAPTER III LAUNCHED 2 $ CHAPTER IV COLD WATER ' 35 CHAPTER V A HORNET'S NEST 42 CHAPTER VI "STARVE THEN!" 48 CHAPTER VII A GOOD SAMARITAN 54 CHAPTER VIII YAHCOB BUNK 61 CHAPTER IX LAND AT LAST 68 CHAPTER X THE NEW BROOM . .... 75 CHAPTER XI TOO MUCH ALIKE 82 CHAPTER XII BLUE BLOOD , . 89 CHAPTER XIII VERY COLD 100 (7) 8 CONTENTS CHAPTER XIV SHE SPEAKS TO HIM . . 105 CHAPTEK XV PEOMOTED 109 CHAPTER XVI JUST IN TIME 116 CHAPTER XVII RESCUED . 124 CHAPTER XVIII MlSS LUDOLPH MAKES A DISCOVERY 1S1 CHAPTER XIX WHAT is THE MATTER WITH HIM? 139 CHAPTER XX Is HE A GENTLEMAN? 147 CHAPTER XXI CHRISTINE'S IDEA OF CHRISTIANS 155 CHAPTER XXII EQUAL TO AN EMERGENCY 166 CHAPTER XXIII THE REVELATION 174 CHAPTER XXIV NIGHT THOUGHTS 183 CHAPTER XXV DARKNESS ? i r ..... 191 CHAPTER XXVI Miss LUDOLPH COMMITS A THEFT 203 CHAPTER XXVII A MISERABLE TRIUMPH 212 CHAPTER XXVIII LIFE WITHOUT LOVE . ...... 223 CONTENTS 9 CHAPTER XXIX DENNIS'S LOVE PUT TO PRACTICAL USE . . t . 234 CHAPTER XXX THE Two HEIGHTS . 250 CHAPTER XXXI BEGUILED . 260 CHAPTER XXXII BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT e . 269 CHAPTER XXXIII THE Two PICTURES c . 280 CHAPTER XXXIV REGRET - 292 CHAPTER XXXY REMORSE . 306 CHAPTER XXXVI AN APPARITION 316 CHAPTER XXXVII IF HE KNEW! 328 CHAPTER XXXVIII THE GATES OPEN 339 CHAPTER XXXIX SUSIE WlNTHROP APPEARS AGAIN . . . . . . . 351 CHAPTER XL SUGGESTIVE PICTURES AND A PRIZE 359 CHAPTER XLI FIRE! FIRE! 865 CHAPTER XLII BARON LUDOLPH LEARNS THE TRUTH . . . 4 . . 872 CHAPTER XLIII "CHRISTINE, AWAKE! FOR YOUR LIFE!" . . * . 380 10 CONTENTS CHAPTEE XLIV ON THE BEACH 392 CHAPTER XLV "PRAYER is MIGHTY." CHRISTINE A CHRISTIAN . 404 CHAPTEE XL VI CHRISTINE'S GRAVE 414 CHAPTEE XLVII SUSIE WINTHROP 422 CHAPTEE XLVIII DR. ARTEN STRUCK BY LIGHTNING 480 CHAPTEE XLIX BILL CRONK'S TOAST 440 CHAPTEE L EVERY BARRIER BURNED AWAY .... .450 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER I LOVE UNKNOWN FROM its long sweep over the unbroken prairie a heavier blast than usual shook the slight frame house. The windows rattled in the casements, as if shivering in their dumb way in the December storm. So open and defective was the dwelling in its construc- toin, that eddynig currents of cold air found admittance at various points in some instances carrying with them particles of the fine, sharp, hail-like snow that the gale was driving before it in blinding fury. Seated at one of the windows, peering out into the gath- ering gloom of the swiftly coming night, was a pale, faded woman with lustrous dark eyes. An anxious light shone from them, as she tried in vain to catch a glimpse of the darkening road that ran at a distance of about fifty yards from the house. As the furious blast shook the frail tene- ment, and circled round her in chilly currents from many a crack and crevice, she gave a short, hacking cough, and drew a thin shawl closer about her slight frame. The unwonted violence of the wind had its effect upon another occupant of the room. From a bed in the corner near the stove came a feeble, hollow voice "Wife!" In a moment the woman was bending over the bed, and in a voice full of patient tenderness answered, "Well, dear?" "Has he come?" "Not yet; but he must be here soon." The word must was emphasized in such a way as to mean (13) 14 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY doubt rather than certainty, as if trying to assure her own mind of a matter about which painful misgivings could not be banished. The quick ear of the sick man caught the tone, and in a querulous voice he said, "Oh! if he should not get here in time, it would be the last bitter drop in my cup, now full and running over. ' ' "Dear husband, if human strength and love can accom- plish it, he will be here soon. But the storm is indeed frightful, and were the case less urgent, I could almost wish he would not try to make his way through it. But then we know what Dennis is; he never stops to consider difficulties, but pushes right on; and if if he doesn't if it is possible, he will be here before very long." In spite of herself, the mother's heart showed its anx- iety, and, too late for remedy, she saw the effect upon her husband. He raised himself in bed with sudden and un- wonted strength. His eyes grew wild and almost fierce, and in a sharp, hurried voice, he said: "You don't think there is danger ? There is no fear of his getting lost ? If I thought that I would curse God and die. ' ' "Oh, Dennis, my husband, God forbid that you should speak thus ! How can you feel so toward our Best Friend ?" "What kind of a friend has He been to me, pray ? Has not my life been one long series of misfortunes? Have I not been disappointed in all my hopes ? I once believed in God and tried to serve Him. But if, as I have been taught, all this evil and misfortune was ordered and made my inevitable lot by Him, He has not been my friend, but my enemy. He's been against me, not for me." In the winter twilight the man's emaciated, unshorn face had the ghostly, ashen hue of death. From cavernous sock- ets his eyes gleamed with a terribly vindictive light, akin to insanity, and, in a harsh, high voice, as unnatural as his appearance and words, he continued: "Kemember what I have gone through! what I have suffered! how often the cup of success that 1 was raising to my. lips has been dashed to the ground 1 " LOVE UNKNOWN 15 "But, Dennis, think a moment. 1 ' "Ah! haven't I thought till my heart is gall and my brain bursting? Haven't I, while lying here, hopelessly dying, gone over my life again and again? Haven't I lived over every disappointment, and taken every step downward a thousand times ? Kemember the pleasant, plentiful home I took you from, under the great elms in Connecticut. Your father did not approve of your marry- ing a poor school-teacher. But you know that then I had every prospect of getting the village academy, but with my luck another got ahead of me. Then I determined to study law. What hopes I had ! I already grasped political hon- ors that seemed within my reach, for you know I was a ready speaker. If my friends could only have seen that I was peculiarly fitted for public life and advanced me suffi- cient means, I would have returned it tenfold. But no; I was forced into other things for which I had no great apt- ness or knowledge, and years of struggling poverty and re- peated disappointment followed. At last your father died and gave us enough to buy a cheap farm out here. But why go over our experience in the West? My plan of making sugar from the sorghum, which promised so brilliantly, has ended in the most wretched failure of all. And now money has gone, health has gone, and soon my miserable life will be over. Our boy must come back from college, and you and the two little ones what will you do?" and the man covered his head with the blanket and wept aloud. His poor wife, borne down by the torrent of his sorrow, was on her knees at his bedside, with her face buried in her hands, weeping also. But suddenly he started up. His sobs ceased. His tears ceased to flow, while his eyes grew hard and fierce, and his hands clenched. "But he was coming," he said. "He may get lost in the storm this bitter winter night." He grasped his wife roughly by the arm. She was as- tonished at his sudden strength, and raised a tearful, 16 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY startled face to his. It was well she could not see its terrible expression in the dusk; but she shuddered as he hissed in her ear, "If this should happen if my miserable death is the cause of his death if my accursed destiny in- volves him, your staff and hope, in so horrible a fate, what have I to do but curse God and die ?" It seemed to the poor woman that her heart would burst with the agony of that moment. As the storm had in- creased, a terrible dread had chilled her very soul. Every louder blast than usual had caused her an internal shiver, while for her husband's sake she had controlled herself out- wardly. Like a shipwrecked man who is clinging to a rock, that he fears the tide will submerge, she had watched the snow rise from one rail to another along the fence. When darkness set in it was half-way up to the top rail, and she knew it was drifting. The thought of her ruddy, active, joyous- hearted boy, whose affection and hopefulness had been the broad track of sunlight on her hard path the thought of his lying white and still beneath one of these great banks, just where she could never know till spring rains and suns revealed to an indifferent stranger his sleep- ing-place now nearly overwhelmed her also, and even her faith wavered on the brink of the dark gulf of despair into which her husband was sinking. Left to herself, she might have sunk for a time, though her sincere belief in God's goodness and love would have triumphed. But her wo- manly, unselfish nature, her long habit of sustaining and comforting her husband, came to her aid. Breathing a quick prayer to Heaven, which was scarcely more than a gasp and a glance upward, she asked, hardly knowing what she said, "And what if he is not lost? What if God restores him safe and well?" She shuddered after she had thus spoken, for she saw that her husband's belief in the hostility of God had reached almost the point of insanity. If this test failed, would he not, in spite of all she could say or do, curse God and die, as he had said? But she had been guided LOVE UNKNOWN 17 in her words more than she knew. He that careth for the fall of the sparrow had not forgotten His children in their sore extremity. The man in answer to her question relaxed his hold upon her arm, and with a long breath fell back on his pillow. "Ah!" said he, "if I could only see him again safe and well, if I could only leave you with him as your protector and support, I believe I could forgive all the past and be reconciled even to my hard lot. ' ' "God gives you opportunity so to do, my father, for here I am safe and sound. ' ' The soft snow had muffled the son's footsteps, and his approach had been unnoted. Entering at the back door, and passing through the kitchen, he had surprised his parents in the painful scene above described. As he saw his mother's form in dim outline kneeling at the bed, her face buried in its coveringas he heard his father's signifi- cant words the quick-witted youth realized the situation. While he loved his father dearly, and honored him for his many good traits, he was also conscious of his faults, espe- cially this most serious one now threatening such fatal con- sequences that of charging to God the failures and disap- pointments resulting from defects in his own character. It seemed as if a merciful Providence was about to use this awful dread of accident to the son a calamity that rose far above and overshadowed all the past as the means of winning back the alienated heart of this weak and erring man. The effect of the sudden presence in the sick-room was most marked. The poor mother, who had shown such self-control and patient endurance before, now gave way utterly, and clung for a few moments to her son's neck with hysterical energy, then in strong reaction fainted away. The strain upon her worn and overtaxed system had been too severe. At first the sick man could only look through the dusk at the outline of his son with a bewildered stare, his mind 18 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY too weak to comprehend the truth. But soon he too was sobbing for joy. But when his wife suddenly became a lifeless weight in his son's arms, who in wild alarm cried, ' 'Mother, what is the matter ? Speak to me ! Oh ! I have killed her by my rash entrance," the sick man's manner changed, and his eyes again became dry and hard, and even in the darkness had a strange glitter. "Is your mother dead ?" he asked, in a low, hoarse voice. "Oh, mother, speak to me!" cried the son, forgetting for a time his father. For a moment there was death-like silence. Then the young man groped for an old settle in the corner of the room, laid his mother tenderly upon it, and sprang for a light, but as he passed his father's bed the same strong grasp fell upon his arm that his mother had shuddered under a little before, and the question was this time hissed in his ear, "Is your mother dead ?" For a moment he had no power to answer, and his father continued: "What a fool I was to expect God to show mercy or L kindness to me or mine while I was above ground! You are only brought home to suffer more than death in seeing your mother die. May that God that has followed me all my life, not with blessings ' ' "Hush, father!" cried his son, in loud, commanding tones. "Hush, I entreat," and in his desperation he actu- ally put his hand over his father's mouth. The poor woman must have been dead, indeed, had she long remained deaf to the voice of her beloved son, and his loud tones partially revived her. In a faint voice she called, "Dennis!" With hands suddenly relaxed, and hearts almost stilled in their beating, father and son listened for a second. Again, a little louder, through that dark and silent room, was heard the faint call, "Dennis!" Springing to her side, her son exclaimed, ' * Oh, mother, I am here; don't leave us; in mercy don't leave us." LOVE UNKNOWN 19 14 It was I she called," said his father. With unnatural strength he had tottered across the room, and taking his wife's hand, cried, "Oh, Ethel, don't die! don't fill my already full cup to overflowing with bitter- ness!" Their familiar voices were the best of remedies. After a moment she sat up, and passing her hand across her brow as if to clear away confusion of mind, said: "Don't be alarmed; it's only a faint turn. I don't wonder though that you are frightened, for I never was so before." Poor woman, amid all the emergencies of her hard lot, she had never in the past given way so far. Then, becoming aware of her husband's position, she exclaimed: "Why, Dennis, my husband, out of your bed? You will catch your death. ' ' "Ah, wife, that matters little if you and Dennis live." "But it matters much to me," cried she, springing up. By this time her son had struck a light, and each was able to look on the other's face. The unnatural strength, the result of excitement, was fast leaving the sick man. The light revealed him helplessly leaning on the couch where his wife had lain. His face was ashen in color, and he was gasping for breath. Tenderly they carried him back to his bed, and he was too weak now to do more than quietly lie upon it and gaze at them. After replenishing the fire, and looking at the little ones that Were sleeping in the outer room, they shaded the lamp, and sat down at his bedside, while the mother asked her son many eager questions as to his escape. He told them how he had struggled through the snow till almost ex- hausted, when he had been overtaken by a farmer with a strong team, and thus enabled to make the journey in safety. As the sick man looked and listened, his face grew softer and more quiet in its expression. Then the young man, remembering, said: "I bought the medicines you wrote for, mother, at Bankville. This, the 20 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY druggist said, would produce quiet and sleep, and surely father needs it after the excitement of the evening." The opiate was given, and soon the regular, quiet breath- ing of the patient showed that it had taken effect. A plain but plentiful supper, which the anxious mother had pre- pared hours before, was placed upon the kitchen table, and the young man did ample justice to it; for, the moment the cravings of his heart were satisfied in meeting his kindred after absence, he became conscious of the keenest hunger. Toiling through the snow for hours in the face of the De- cember storm had taxed his system to the utmost, and now he felt the need of food and rest. After supper he honestly meant to watch at his father's bedside, while his mother slept; but he had scarcely seated himself on the old settle, when sleep, like an armed man, overpowered him, and in spite of all his efforts he was soon bound in the dreamless slumber of healthful youth. But with eyes so wide and lustrous that it seemed as if sleep could never close them again, the wife and mother, pale and silent, watched be- tween her loved ones. The troubled expression was gone, for the ranks of her little band had closed up, and all were about her in one more brief rest in the forward and uncer- tain march of life. She seemed looking intently at some- thing far off something better discerned by the spiritual than by the natural eye. Disappointments had been bitter, poverty hard and grinding, but she had learned to escape into a large world that was fast becoming real to her strong imagination. While her husband was indulging in chimeri- cal visions of boundless prosperity here on earth which he would bring to pass by some lucky stroke of fortune or in- vention, she also was picturing to herself grander things which God would realize to her beyond time and earth. When alone, in moments of rest from incessant toil, she would take down the great family Bible, and with her finger on some description of the "new heavens and new earth," as the connecting link between the promise and her strong realization of it, she would look away with that LOVE UNKNOWN 21 intent gaze. The new world, purged from sin and sorrow, would rise before her with more than Edenlike loveliness. Her spirit would revel in its shadowy walks and sunny glades, and as the crowning joy she would meet her Lord and Saviour in some secluded place, and sit listening at His feet like Mary of old. Thus, in the strong illusion of her imagination, Christ's words seemed addressed directly to her, while she looked up into His face with rapt atten- tion. Instead of reading her Lord's familiar sayings, she seemed to listen to them as did the early disciples. After a little time she would close the Bible and go back to her hard practical life, awed yet strengthened, and with a hope- ful expression, like that which must have rested on the dis- ciples' faces on coming down from the Mount of Transfig- uration. BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER II LOVE KNOWN HOUR after hour passed. The storm was dying away, and at times, through broken rifts in the clouds, stars would gleam out. Instead of the continued roar and rush, the wind blew in gusts at longer intervals, and nature seemed like a passionate child that had cried it- self to sleep. The fitful blasts were the involuntary sobs that heave the breast, till at last quiet and peace take the place of stormy anger. It seemed as if the silent watcher never could withdraw her gaze from the beautiful world of her vision. Never had it seemed so near and real before, and she was unconscious of the lapse of time. Suddenly she heard her name called "Ethel!" If the voice had come from the imaginary world present to her fancy, it could not have startled her more for a mo- ment. Then she realized that it was her husband who spoke. He had called -her name in his sleep, and yet it seemed a call of God. At once it flashed through her mind that in dream- ing of a glorious and happy future she was forgetting him and his need. She turned the light upon his face. Never had he looked so pale and wan, and she realized that he might be near his end. In an agony of self-reproach and yearn- ing tenderness she kneeled at his bedside and prayed as she never had prayed before. Could he go home ? Could he be received, feeling toward his Father as he did ? He had talked of forgiving, when he stood so sorely in need of LOVE KNOWN Christ's forgiveness; and she had been forgetting that need, when every moment might involve her husband's salvation. Out of his sleep he had called her to his help. Perhaps God had used his unconscious lips to summon her. With a faith naturally strong, but greatly increased by the vision of the night, she went, as it were, directly into the presence of her Lord, and entreated in behalf of her husband. As she thus knelt at the bedside, with her face buried in the covering, she felt a hand placed softly on her head, and again her husband's voice called, "Ethel!" She looked up and saw that he was awake now, his eyes fixed on her with an expression of softness and tenderness that she had not seen for many a long day. The old rest- less, anxious light had gone. "What were you doing, Ethel ?" he asked. "Praying that you might see that God loved you that you might be reconciled to Him." Two great tears gathered in the man's eyes. His lips quivered a moment, then he said, brokenly, "Surely God must love me, or He would never have given me a wife who would watch and pray for me the long winter night." "Oh, Dennis, forgive me; I cannot deceive you; for a time I forgot you, I forgot everything, and just wandered through Paradise alone. But in your sleep you called me to your help, and now it seems as if I could not be happy even there without you. I pray you, in Christ's stead, be reconciled to God," she pleaded, falling into the familiar language of Scripture, as she often did under strong emo- tion. Then, in low, thrilling words, she portrayed to him the "new earth" of her vision, wherein "God shall wipe away all \tears, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain." She showed him that all might still be well that eternity was long enough to make up for the ills of our brief troubled life here. But his mind seemed preoccupied. These future joys did not take that hold upon him that 24 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY she earnestly desired. His eyes seemed to grow dim in tender, tearful wistfulness, rather than become inspired with immortal hopes. At last he spoke: "Ethel, it seemed as if I heard some one calling me. I woke up and there you were praying for me. I heard my name I heard God's name and I knew that you were interceding for me. It seemed to break my hard heart right up like the fountains of the great deep to see you there praying forme in the cold, cold room." (The room was not cold; it was not the winter's chill that he was feeling, but a chill that comes over the heart even in the tropical summer.) "Then, as you prayed, a great light seemed to shine into my soul. I saw that I had been charging God unjustly with all my failures and misfortunes, when I had to thank myself for them. Like a wilful child, I had been acting as if God had but to carry out my wild schemes. I remembered all my unreasonable murmurings and anger; I remembered the dreadful words I was on the point of uttering to-night, and for a moment it seemed as if the pit would open and swallow me up." He paused for breath, and then went on: "But as my despairing eyes glanced restlessly around, they fell upon the face of my son, noble and beautiful even in sleep, and I remembered how God had brought him safely back. Then your low, pleading tone fixed my at- tention again. It seemed to me that God's love must be better and stronger than human love, and yet you had loved me through all my folly and weakness; so perhaps had He. Then I felt that such a prayer as you were of- fering could not remain unheard, you seemed to pray so earnestly. I felt that I ought to pray myself, and I com- menced calling out in my heart, 'God be merciful to me a sinner. ' Then while I prayed, I seemed to see my Sav- iour's face right above your bowed head. Oh, how re- proachfully He looked at me! and yet His expression was full of love, too. It was just such a look, I think, that He fixed on Peter when he denied Him. Then it seemed that LOVE KNOWN 25 I fell down at His feet and wept bitterly, and as I did so the look of reproach passed away, and only an expression of love and forgiveness remained. A sudden peace came into my soul which I cannot describe; a rush of tears into my eyes; and when I had wiped them away, I saw only your bowed form praying praying on for me. And, Ethel dear, my patient, much-enduring wife, I believe God has answered your prayer. I feel that I am a new man." 4 'God be praised 1" exclaimed his wife, with streaming eyes. Then in a sudden rush of tenderness she clasped her husband to her heart, her strong love seeming like the echo of God's love, the earnest here on earth of that above, where all barriers shall pass away. The sound of their voices toward the last had awakened their son, and he now stood beside them with wet eyes and heaving breast. When the wife rose from her embrace, she saw that her husband was very weak. For a few moments he gasped for breath. Then, getting a little easier, he looked up and saw his son, and exclaimed: "Thank God my boy thank God you are here. Ah, my son 1 have learned much since we spoke together last. I have seen that I have much more need of forgiveness than to forgive. Thanks to your mother's prayers I believe I feel sure that I am for- given.'* "More thanks to God's love, Dennis," said his wife. "God wanted to forgive you all the time more than we wanted Him to. Thank God, who is rich in mercy, for His great love wherewith He loved us. He is longsuffer- ing to usward, not willing that any should perish." "Those are sweet words, wife, and I have found them true." For a little time they sat with clasped hands, their hearts too full to speak. Faint streaks along the eastern horizon showed that the dawn was near. The sick man gave a slight shiver, and passed his hands across his eyes as if to clear away a mist, and then said, feebly: "Dennis, my son ROE Y 2 26 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY won't you turn up the lamp a little and fix the fire? The room seems getting so cold and dark." The wife looked at her son in quick alarm. The stove was red-hot, and the lamp, no longer shaded, stood openly on the table. The son saw that he must take the lead in the last sad scene, for in the presence of death the heart of the loving, constant woman clung to her husband as never before. Throwing herself on her knees by his side, she cried with loud, choking sobs, "Oh, Dennis husband I fear you are leaving me!" "Is this death?" he asked of his son, in an awed tone. 4 'I fear it is, father," said the young man, gently. After a moment his father said, composedly: "I think you are right. I feel that my end is near, Ethel darling for my sake try to be calm during the last few mo- ments I am with you." A few stifled sobs and the room was still. U I have but little time to put my house in order and if I had months I could not do it. Dennis, I leave you little else than debts embarrassments, and the rec- ord of many failures. You must do the best you can. I am not able to advise you. Only never love this world as I have. It will disappoint you. And, whatever happens, never lose faith in the goodness of God. This has been my bane. It has poisoned my life here, and, had it not been for this dear wife, it would have been my destruction here- after. For long years only her patient love has stood between me and a miserable end. Next to God I com- mit her and your little sisters to your care. Be true to this most sacred trust. "Ethel, dear, my more than wife my good angel what shall I say to you?" and the man's lip quivered, and for a time he could say no more. But an unwonted composure had come into his wife's manner. The eyes were gaining that intent look which was their expression when picturing to herself scenes in the life beyond. LOVE KNOWN 27 "Oh, Dennis, we seem just on the confines of a glorious world it is so near, so real it seems as if but a step would take us all into it. Oh ! if you could but see its beauties, its glories if you could hear the music, you would not fear to enter. It seems as if we were there together now." "Oh, Ethel, come back, come back," cried her husband, piteously. "I am not worthy of all that. I have no heart for glory now. I can see only my Saviour's face looking at me with love and forgiveness. That is heaven enough for me and when you come my cup will be more than full. And now farewell for a little while." For a few moments they clung to each other. Then the little girls were brought, and their father pressed his cold lips to their warm, fresh young faces. They wondered at a scene they could not understand, and were tearful be- cause of the tears of others. He was now going very fast. Suddenly he turned to his son and said, "Dennis, repeat to me that verse, 'This is a faithful saying ' ' ' With a voice hoarse and broken by emotion, his son complied: "This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners." "Of whom I am chief," said his father, emphatically. "And yet" his face lighting up with a wan smile, like a sudden ray of light falling on a clouded landscape before the sun sinks below the horizon "and yet forgiven." By and by he again whispered, "Forgiven!" Then his eyes closed, and all was still. They thought he was gone. But as they stood over him in awed, breath- less silence, his lips again moved. Bending down, they heard in faint, far-away tones, like an echo from the other side, "Forgiven!" 28 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER III LAUNCHED SCARCELY was the last word spoken when a sudden glory filled the room. So brilliant was the light that mother and son were startled. Then they saw what had been unnoted before, that day had broken, and that the sun, emerging from a single dark cloud, was shin- ing, full-orbed, into the apartment with a light that, re- flected from myriads of snowy crystals, was doubly lumi- nous. Nevertheless it seemed to them a good omen, an earnest, an emblem of the purer, whiter light into which the cleansed and pardoned spirit had entered. The snow- wrapped prairie was indeed pure and bright, but it was cold. The Father's embrace, receiving home the long- absent, erring, but forgiven child, would be warm indeed. Though the bereaved wife believed that a brighter dawn than that which made the world resplendent around her had come to her husband, still a sense of desolation came over her which only those can understand who have known a loss like hers. For years he had filled the greater part of time, thought, and heart. As she saw her first and only love, the companion of a life which, though hard, still had the light and solace of mutual affection as she saw him so still, and realized that she would hear him speak no more complain no more (for even the weaknesses of those we love are sadly missed after death) a flood of that natural sorrow which Christianity consoles, but was never designed to pre- vent, overwhelmed her, and she gave way utterly. Her son took her in his arms and held her silently, be- LAUNCHED 29 lieving that unspoken sympathy was worth more at such a time than any words. After the convulsive sobbing had somewhat ceased, he struck the right chord by saying: u Mother, father is not lost to us. He himself said good- by only for a little while. Then you have us to love and think of; and remember, what could we do without you ? J ' The unselfish woman would have tried to rise from a bed of death to do anything needed by her loved ones, and this reminder of those still dependent on her care proved the most potent of restoratives. She at once arose and said: " Dennis, you are right. It is indeed wrong for me to give way thus, when I have so much to be thankful for so much to live for. But, O Dennis! you cannot understand this separation of husband and wife, for God said, 'They twain shall be one flesh* ; and it seems as if half my very life had gone as if half my heart had been wrenched away, and only a bleeding fragment left." The patter of feet was heard on the kitchen floor, the door opened, and two little figures in white trailing night- gowns entered. At first they looked in shy wonder and perplexity at their tall brother, whom they had not seen for months, but at his familiar voice, recalling many a romp and merry time together, they rushed to his arms as of old. Then they drew near the bed to give their father his ac- customed morning kiss; but, as they approached, he seemed so still that awe began to creep over their little faces. A dim recollection of the farewell kiss given a few hours before, when they were scarcely awake, recurred to them. 4 'Father," said the elder (about five), "we want to give you good-morning kiss." Seldom had their father been so sick or irritable but that he reached out his arms to his little ones and gave them a warm embrace, that did him more good than he realized. The influence of trusting children is sometimes the most subtile oil that can be thrown on the troubled waters of life. But as the little ones saw that their father made no re- 30 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY sponse to their approach and appeal, they timidly drew a step nearer, and looked into his wasted, yet peaceful face, with its closed eyes and motionless repose, and then, turn- ing to their mother, said in a loud whisper, with faces full of perplexity and trouble, "Is papa asleep ? M The little figures in their white drapery, standing beside their dead father, waiting to perform the usual, well- remem- bered household rite, proved a scene too touching for the poor mother's self-control, and again she gave way to a burst of sorrow. But her son, true to his resolution to be the stay and strength of the family, hastened to the chil- dren, and, taking them by the hand, said gently: "Yes, little ones, papa is asleep. It may be a long time before he wakes, but he surely will by and by, and then he will never be sick any more. Come, -we will go into the other room and sing a pretty hymn about papa's sleep." The thought of hearing their brother sing lured them away at once, for he had a mellow tenor voice that seemed to the little girls sweeter than a bird's. A moment later the widow's heart was comforted by hearing those words that have been balm for so many wounds: "Asleep in Jesus 1 blessed sleep I From which none ever wakes to weep." Then, putting on his sisters' flannel wrappers, he set them down by the fire, telling stories in the meantime to divert their thoughts from the scene they had just witnessed. Thus no horror of death was suffered to enter their young minds. They were not brought face to face with a dreadful mystery which they could not understand, but which would have a sinister effect for life. Gradually they would learn the truth, but still the first impression would remain, and their father's death would ever be to them a sleep from which he would wake by and by, "never to be sick any more." Dennis set about preparations for their simple morning meal so deftly and easily as to show that it was no unaccus- tomed task. A sister older than himself had died while yet LAUNCHED 31 an infant, leaving a heartache till he came God's best remedy. Then two sisters had died after his day, and he nad been compelled to be to his mother daughter as well as son, to make himself useful in every household task. His father had been wrapped up in useless inventions, vain enterprises, and was much away. So mother and son were constantly together. He had early become a great comfort and help to her, God blessing her in this vital respect, though her lot seemed hard in other ways. Thus, while he had the heart and courage of a man, he also had the quick, supple hand and gentle bearing of a woman, when occasion required. As proof of his skill, a tempting meal from the simplest materials was placed smoking on the table, and the little girls were soon chatting contentedly over their breakfast. In the meantime the wife within had drawn near her dead husband and taken his cold hand. For a while she dwelt on the past in strong and tearful agony, then, in ac- cordance with long-established habit, her thoughts went forward into the future. In imagination she was present at her husband's reception in heaven. The narrow, meagre room melted away, and her feet seemed to stand on the "golden pavement." The jubilant clash of heavenly cym- bals thrilled her heart. She seemed taking part in a tri- umphal march led by celestial minstrelsy toward the throne. She saw her husband mount its white, glistening steps, so changed, and yet so like his former self when full of love, youth, and hope. He appeared overwhelmed with a sense of unworthiness, but his reception was all the more kind and reassuring. Then as he departed from the royal pres- ence, crowned with God's love and favor forever, though he had all heaven before him, he seemed looking for her as that he longed for most, and her strong effort to reach his side aroused her from her revery as from a dream. But her vision had strengthened her, as was ever the case, and the bitterness of grief was passed. Imprinting a long kiss- on her husband's cold forehead, she joined her family in the outer room with calm and quiet mien. Her son saw 52 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY and understood the change in his mother's manner, and from long experience knew its cause. We need not dwell on what followed preparations for burial, the funeral, the return to a home from which one who had filled so large a place had gone a home on which rested the shadow of death. These are old, familiar scenes, acted over and over every day, and yet in the little house- holds where they occur there is a terrible sense of novelty as if they then happened for the first time. The family feel as if they were passing through a chaotic period the old world breaking up and vanishing, and a new formation and combination of all the elements that make up life taking place. Many changes followed. Their farm was sold. Part of a small house in the village of Bankville was rented as their future residence. A very small annuity from some property in the East, left by Mrs. Fleet's father, was, with Dennis's labor, all the family had to depend on now a meagre prospect. But Dennis was very sanguine; for in this respect he had his father's temperament. The world was all before him, and Chicago, the young and giant city of the West, seemed an Eldorado, where fortune, and perhaps fame, might soon be won. He would not only place the family beyond want, but surround them with every luxury. Dennis, wise and apt as far as his knowledge went, was in some respects as simple and ignorant as a child. There were many phases and conditions of society of which he had never dreamed. Of the ways of the rich and fashion- able, of the character of artificial life, he had not the re- motest experience. He could not see or understand the distinctions and barriers that to the world are more impas- sable than those of ignorance, stupidity, and even gross immorality. He would learn, to his infinite surprise, that even in a Western democratic city men would be welcomed in society whose hand no pure woman or honorable man ought to touch, while he, a gentleman by birth, education t LAUNCHED 33 and especially character, would not be recognized at all. He would discover that wealth and the indorsement of a few fashionable people, though all else were lacking, would be a better passport than the noblest qualities and fine abilities. As we follow him from the seclusion of his simple country home into the complicated life of the world, all this will become apparent. Long and earnest was the conversation between mother and son before they separated. Pure and noble were the maxims that she sought to instil into his mind. They may not have been worldly wise, but they were heavenly wise. Though some of her advice in the letter might avail little, since she knew less of the world than did her son, still in its spirit it contained the best of all wisdom, profitable for this life and the life to come. But she sent him forth to seek his fortune and theirs with less solicitude than most mothers have just cause to feel, for she knew that he had Christian principle, and had passed through discipline that had sobered and matured him far beyond his years. She saw, however, in every word and act his father's sanguine temperament. He was expecting much, hoping far more, and she feared that he also was destined to many a bitter disappointment. Still she believed that he possessed a good strong substratum of common-sense, and this combined with the lessons of faith and patience taught of God would prove the ballast his father had lacked. She sought to modify his towering hopes and rose-colored visions, but to little purpose. Young, buoyant, in splendid health, with a surplus of warm blood tingling in every vein, how could he take a prudent, distrustful view of the world ? It seemed to beckon him smilingly into any path of success he might choose. Had not many won the victory ? and who ever felt braver and more determined than he, with the needs of the dear ones at home added to his own incentives and ambitions ? So, with many embraces, lingering kisses, and farewell words, that lost not their meaning though said over and over again, they parted. The stage carried him to S4 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY the nearest railway station, and the express train bore him rapidly toward the great city where he expected to find all that a man's heart most craves on earth. Sanguine as his father, constant as his mother, with a nature that would go right or wrong with tremendous energy, as direction might be given it, he was destined to live no tame, colorless life, but would either enjoy much, or else suffer much. To his young heart, swelling with hopes, burning with zeal to distinguish himself and pro- vide for those he was leaving, even the bleak, snow-clad prairie seemed an arena in which he might accomplish a vague something. COLD WATER 35 CHAPTER IV COLD WATER THE train, somewhat impeded by snow, landed Dennis in Chicago at about nine in the evening. In his pocket he had ten dollars ample seed corn, he be- lieved, for a golden harvest. This large sum was expected to provide for him till he should find a situation and receive the first instalment of salary. He would inform his em- ployer, when he found him, how he was situated, and ask to be paid early and often. Without a misgiving he shouldered the little trunk that contained his worldly effects, and stalked off to a neighbor- ing hotel, that, from its small proportions, suggested a modest bill. With a highly important man-of- the- world manner he scrawled his name in an illegible, student-like hand on the dingy, dog-eared register. With a gracious, condescending air he ordered the filthy, tobacco- stained porter to take his trunk to his room. The bar-room was the only place provided for strangers. Eegarding the bar with a holy horror, he got away from it as far as possible, and seated himself by the stove, on which simmered a kettle of hot water for the concoction of punches, apparently more in demand at that hotel than beds. Be- coming disgusted with the profanity and obscenity down- stairs, he sought refuge in the cold, miserable little room assigned to him. Putting on his overcoat, he wrapped himself up in a coverlet and threw himself down on the outside of the bed. The night passed slowly. He was too uncomfortable, 8(5 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY too excited, to sleep. The scenes of the past blended con- fusedly with visions of the future, and it was nearly morn- ing when he fell into an unquiet slumber. When at last aroused by the shriek of a locomotive, he found that the sun was up and shining on the blotched and broken wall above him. A few minutes sufficed for his toilet, and yet, with his black curling hair, noble forehead, and dark, silken upper lip, many an exquisite would have envied the result. His plan was simple enough dictated indeed by the necessities of the case. He must at once find a situation in which he could earn sufficient to support his mother and sisters and himself. Thence he could look around till he found the calling that promised most. Having left college and given up his chosen profession of the law, he had re- solved to adopt any honest pursuit that seemed to lead most quickly to fortune. Too impatient to eat his breakfast, he sallied forth into the great city, knowing not a soul in it. His only recom- mendations and credentials were his young, honest face, and a letter from his minister, saying that he was a member of the church in Bankville, "in good and regular standing," and, "as far as he knew, a most worthy young man" rather meagre capital amid the competitions of a large city. But, with courage bold and high, he strode off toward the busi- ness part of the town. As he passed the depot it occurred to him that an open- ing might exist there. It would be a good post of observa- tion, and perhaps he would be able to slip home oftener. So he stopped and asked the man in the ticket-office, blandly, "Do you wish to employ a young man in connection with this depot or road in any capacity ?" The ticket-man stared at him a moment through his win- dow, frowned, and curtly said, "No!" and then went on counting what seemed to poor Dennis millions of money. The man had no right to say yes or no, since he was a mere official, occupying his own little niche^ with no authority COLD WATER 37 beyond. But an inveterate feud seemed to exist between this man and the public. He acted as if the world in gen- eral, instead of any one in particular, had greatly wronged him. It might be a meek woman with a baby, or a bold, red-faced drover, a delicately-gloved or horny hand that reached him the change, but it was all the same. He knitted his brows, pursed up his mouth, and dealt with all in a quick, jerking way, as if he could not bear the sight of them, and wanted to be rid of them as soon as possible. Still these seem just the peculiarities that find favor with railroad corporations, and the man would probably vent his spite against the public throughout his natural life. From him, however, Dennis received his first dash of cold water, which he minded but little, and went on his way with a good-natured laugh at the crusty old fellow. He was soon in the business part of the city. Applying at a large dry-good store, he was told that they wanted a cash boy; "but he would not do; one a quarter his size would answer." "Then I will go where they want the other three-fourths and pay accordingly," said Dennis, and stalked out. He continued applying at every promising place, but to no purpose. It was midwinter; trade was dull; and with clerks idling about the shops employers were in no mood to add to their number. At last he found a place where an assistant book-keeper was wanted. Dennis's heart leaped within him, but sank again as he remembered how little he knew of the art. "But I can learn quickly," he thought to himself. The man looked carelessly at his poor little letter, and then said, in a business-like tone, "Show me a specimen of your handwriting." Poor Dennis had never written a good hand, but at col- lege had learned to write a miserable scrawl, in rapidly taking notes of lectures. Moreover, he was excited, and could not do himself justice. Even from his sanguine heart hope ebbed away: but he took the pen and scratched a line 38 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY or two, of which he himself was ashamed. The man looked at them with an expression of mild disgust, and then said, "Mr. Jones, hand me your ledger." The head book-keeper passed the volume to his employer, who showed Dennis entries looking as from copper-plate, and quietly remarked: u The young man we employ must write like that, and thoroughly understand book-keeping. Good-morning, sir." Dennis walked out, feeling almost as crestfallen as if ho had been convicted of stealing, but the noon- day sun was shining in the sky, the streets were full of life and bustle, and hope revived. "I shall find the right niche before long," he said to himself, and trudged on. Some time after he entered a retail dry-goods store. "Yes, they wanted a young man there, but he was rather old." Still the merchant saw that Dennis was fine- looking, would appear well behind the counter, and make a taking salesman with the ladies, he stopped to parley a moment more. "Do you understand the business?" "No, sir; but I can soon learn, for I am young and strong. ' ' "Strength is not what is needed, but experience. Ours is not the kind of work for Paddies. ' ' "Well, sir," said Dennis, rather shortly, "I'm not a Paddy." The dapper little retailer frowned slightly at Dennis's tone, and continued: "You opoke as if main strength was the principal thing. Have you had any experience at all ?' ' "No, sir." But seeing intelligence in tho young man's face, and scenting a sharp bargain, he said, "Why, then, you would have to begin at the very beginning, and learn the name of everything, its quality, etc. ' ' "Yes t sir; but I would do my very best." COLD WATER 39 "Of course, of course, but nothing can take the place of experience. I expect, under the circumstances, you would look for very little remuneration the first year?" "How much could you give ?" The man named a sum that would not have supported Dennis alone. He replied that, though his services might not be worth more than that, he was so situated that he could not take a very small salary. "Then bring something besides ignorance to the mar- ket," said the man, turning on his heel. Dennis was now hungry, tired, and disappointed. Indeed the calls of appetite became so clamorous that he sought a cheap restaurant. After demolishing a huge plate of such viands as could be had at little cost, he sat brooding over a cup of coffee for an hour or more. The world wore a different aspect from that which it had presented in the morning, and he was lost in a sort of dull, painful wonder. But the abundant meal and slight element of coffee that colored the lukewarm water quite heartened him again. He resolved to go back to his hotel and find a more quiet and comfortable place in which to lodge until something perma- nent offered. He made what he considered sufficient inquiry as to the right direction, and resolved to save even the car- fare of five cents by walking the distance. But whether he had not understood the directions rightly, or whether, brooding over the events of the day, his mind had been too preoccupied to heed them, he found to his great disgust, after walking two or three miles, that he had gone away from his destination instead of toward it. Angry with himself, out of humor with all the world, he began to give way to the latent obstinacy of his nature. Though everything went "contrairy," there was one thing under his control himself and he would make that do the bidding of his will. Turning on his heel, he resolved with dogged resolution to walk back the whole distance. He would teach himself 40 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY a lesson. It was fine business, just when he needed his wits so sorely, to commence blundering in this style. No won- der he had failed during the day ; he deserved to fail in other respects, since in this one he had not shown the good sense of a child. When people are "out of sorts," and things are going wrong, the disposition to blame somebody or something is almost universal. But we think that it will be found a safe general rule, that the nobler the nature, the less worthy of blame, the greater the tendency to blame self rather than anything else. Poor Dennis had no great cause for bitter reproaches, and yet he plodded on with an intense feeling of self-disgust. To think that after New-England schools and three years in college he should write such a hand and have no definite knowledge of book-keeping! "What have I learned, I'd like to know?" he muttered. Then to go and lose his way like a country bumpkin! and he gnawed his lips with vexation. The street-cars glided often and invitingly by, but he would not even look at them. At last, foot-sore and fairly aching with cold and fatigue, he reached the little hotel, which appeared more miserable, obscure, and profane than ever. But a tempting fiend seemed to have got into the gin and whiskey bottles be- hind the red-nosed bartender. To his morbid fancy and eyes, half-blinded with wind and cold, they appeared to wink, beckon, and suggest: "Drink and be merry; drink and forget your troubles. We can make you feel as rich and glorious as a prince, in ten minutes. ' ' For the first time in his life Dennis felt a strong tempta- tion to drink for the sake of the effects. When was a man ever weak that the devil did not charge down upon him ? But the evil and ruin wrought in one case proved an- other's safeguard, for the door opened and a miserable wreck of a man entered. As Dennis looked at his blotched, sodden face, trembling hand, shuffling gait, and general air COLD WATER 41 of wretchedness, embodying and suggesting the worst ills of humanity, he decided not to drink for the sake of the effects. Then came another rush of self-disgust that he had ever entertained such a temptation, and he flung himself off sup- perless to bed. As he bowed that night he could not pray as usual. For anger, passion with one's self, as well as with any one else, renders true prayer impossible. But lie went through the form, and then wrapped himself up as before. The wearied body soon mastered the perturbed mind, and he fell into a heavy sleep that lasted till morning. BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER Y A HORNET'S NEST DENNIS awoke greatly refreshed and strengthened. For half an hour he lay quietly thinking over the scenes of the preceding day; something of his old anger returned, but he compressed his lips, and, with a face expressing the most resolute purpose, determined that the day before him should tell a different story. Every faculty and energy he possessed should be skilfully bent to the at tainment of his objects. Wise deliberation should precede everything. He would write a few lines to his mother, de- cide as to a lodging-place, and then seek better success in another part of the city. He went to the bar and inquired as to his bill, and found that so far as bed and meals were concerned, such as they were, he could not find anything cheaper in the city, the house evidently not depending on these for its revenue. Disgusted as he was with his sur- roundings, he resolved to lose no time in looking for a new boarding-place, but, after writing to his mother, to start off at once in search of something permanent. He was in no mood to consult personal wishes, and the saving of time and money settled the question. Where should he write? There was no place save a desk at the end of the bar. Looking askance at the half- filled, villanous-smelling bottle at his elbow, he wrote in a hand stiff and unnatural (for he had resolved to change his scrawl to a business hand at once), the following note: "CHICAGO, ILL., Jan. 10th. "DEAR MOTHER I arrived safely, and am very well. I did not, yesterday, find a situation suited to my taste, but expect better success to-day. I am just on the point of starting out on my search, and when settled will write you full particulars. Many kisses for yourself and the little girls. Your affectionate son, DENNIS." A HORNET'S NEST 43 "There! there is nothing in that to worry mother, and soon I shall have good news for her. ' ' (If he had seen its reception, he would have learned his mistake. The intui- tions of love are keen, and this formal negative note in the constrained hand told more of his disappointment than any words could have done. While he knew it not, his mother was suffering with him. In reply she wrote a letter full of general sympathy, intending to be more specific when he gave her his confidence.) Dennis folded the letter most carefully and mailed it for he was now doing the least thing with the utmost preci- sion with the air of one who meant to find out the right thing to do, and then to do it to a hair- breadth. Nothing should go wrong that day. So at an early hour he again sallied forth. Not far from the hotel there was a new grocery store about to be opened by two young men, formerly clerks, but now setting up for themselves. They stood at the door receiving a cart-load of goods as Dennis approached. He had made up his mind to ask at every opportunity, and to take the first thing that promised fairly; he would also be very polite. Touching his hat to the young men a little act pleasing to them in their newly acquired dignity as heads of a firm which as yet had no subordinates Den- nis asked if they would need any assistance. Graciously replying to his salutations, they answered, yes; they wanted a young man. Dennis explained that he was from the country, and showed the ministerial letter. The young grocers looked wise over it, seemed pleased, said they wanted a young fellow from the country, that was not up to city tricks. Chicago was a hard place on young men spoiled most of them. Glad he was a member of the church. They were not, but believed a man must be mighty good to be one. As the young man they hired must sleep in the store, they wanted one they could trust, and would prefer a church member. 44 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY The salary they offered was not large, but pretty fair in view of his having so much to learn, and it was intimated, that if business was good, and he suited, it would be in- creased. The point uppermost in their minds was to find some one with whom they could trust their store and goods, and this young man from the country, with a letter from a minister, seemed a godsend. They engaged him, but just as he was starting, with heart swelling with self-satisfaction and joy, one of the firm asked, carelessly, " Where are you staying?" "At Gavin's Hotel." The man turned sharply, and looked most suspiciously at him, and then at his partner, who gave a low whistle of surprise, and also eyed the young man for a moment askance. Then the men stepped aside, and there was a brief whispered consultation. Dennis's heart sank within him. He saw that something was wrong, but what, he had not the least idea. The elder member of the embryo firm now stepped up and said, decidedly, "Good-morning, young man ; we shall not need your services. ' ' "What do you mean?" cried Dennis, in a voice of mingled dismay and indignation. The man's face was growing red with anger, but he said, coldly, "You had better move on. We under- stand." "But /don't understand, your course toward me is most unjust." "Look here, young man, we are too old birds to be caught by any such light chaff as you have about you. You are a pretty church member, you are! You are a smart one, you are; nice boy, just from the country; sup- pose you do not know that Gavin's Hotel is the worst gam- bling hole in the city, and every other man that goes there a known thief. Come, you had better move on if you do not want to get into trouble. You will make nothing here. ' ' "But I tell you, gentlemen " cried Dennis, eagerly. " You may tell what you please. We tell you that we A HORNET'S NEST 45 would not believe any one from that den under oath. Now you leave!" The last words were loud and threatening. The atten- tion of passers-by was drawn toward them, and Dennis saw that further words were useless. In the minds of shrewd but narrow business men, not over- honest themselves, more acquainted with the trickery of the world than with its vir- tues, suspicion against any one is fatal, and most assuredly so against a stranger with appearances unfavorable. With heart wellnigh bursting with anger, disappoint- ment, and shame, Dennis hastened away. He had been regarded as a thief, or at best a blackleg, seeking the posi- tion for some sinister purpose. This was the opening scene of the day on which he had determined that no mistakes should be made, and here at the outset he had allowed him- self to be identified with a place of notorious ill-repute. Beaching the hotel, he rushed upstairs, got his trunk, and then turned fiercely on the red-nosed bartender "Why did you not tell me the character of this place?" "What kind of a place is it?' 7 asked that functionary, coolly, arms akimbo. "You know well enough. You knew I was not one of your sort." "You don't mean to say that this is a bad place, do you?" said the barkeeper, in mock solemnity. "Yes, the worst in Chicago. There is your money." "Hold on here, my small chicken; there is some money, but not enough by a jugful. I want five dollars out of you before you take that trunk off." "Why, this is sheer robbery," exclaimed Dennis. "Oh, no; just keeping up the reputation of the house. You say it is the worst in Chicago: must try and keep up our reputation." "Little fear of that; I will not pay it;" and Dennis started for his trunk. "Here, let that trunk alone; and if yer don't give me that five dollars cussed quick, I'll put a head on yer;" and 46 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY he of the red nose put his hands on the bar in readiness to spring over. "I say, young feller," said a good-natured loafer stand- ing by, * 4 you had better gin him the five dollars; for Barney is the worst one in all Chicago to put a head on a man. ' ' 41 And will you stand by and see this outrage ?" said Den- nis, appealing to him. "Oh, gosh!" said the man, "I've got quarrels 'nough of my own without getting my head broke for fellers I don't know." Dennis was almost speechless from indignation. Con- scious of strength, his strong impulse for a moment was to spring at the throat of the barkeeper and vent his rage on him. There is a latent tiger in every man. But a hand seemed to hold him back, and a sober second thought came over him. What! Dennis Fleet, the son of Ethel Fleet, brawling, fighting in a bar-room, a gambling-den, and going out to seek a situation that required confidence and fair-ap- pearing, all blackened, bruised, and bleeding! As the truth flashed upon him in strong revulsion of feeling he fairly turned pale and sick. "There's the money," said he, hoarsely, "and Grod for- give you." In a moment he had taken his trunk and was gone. The barkeeper stared after him, and then looked at the money with a troubled and perplexed face. "Wai," said he, "I'm used enough to havin' folk ask God to damn me, but I'm blessed if I ever had one ask Him to forgive me, before. I be hanged," said he, after a moment, as the thought grew upon him "I be hanged if I wouldn't give him back the money if he hadn't gone so quick." With heart full of shame and bitterness, Dennis hastened down the street. At the corner he met a policeman, and told him his story. All the satisfaction he got was, "You ought not to go to such a place. But you're lucky if they A HORNET'S NEST 47 only took five dollars from you; they don't let off many as easy as that." "Can I have no redress?" "Now look here; it's a pretty ticklish thing to interfere with them fellers. It'll cost you plaguy sight more'n that, and blood, too, like enough. If you'll take my advice, you won't stir up that hornet's nest." 48 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER VI "STARVE THEN!" DENNIS now followed the natural impulse to go to some distant part of the city, entirely away from the region that had become so hateful to him. Putting the trunk on the front of a street-car, he rode on till he was in the heart of the south- side district, the great business centre. He took his trunk into a roomy hardware store, and asked if he might leave it there a while. Receiv- ing a good-natured permission, he next started off in search of a quiet, cheap boarding-place. His heart was heavy, and yet he felt thankful to have escaped as he had, for the thought of what might have been his experience if Barney had tried to fulfil his threat sickened him. The rough was as strong as he, and scenes of violence were his delight and daily ex- perience. He rather gloried in a black eye, for he always gave two in exchange, and his own bruised, swollen mem- ber paved the way gracefully for the telling of his exploits, as it awakened inquiry from the lesser lights among whom he shone. But what would Dennis have done among the merchants with * 'a head on him," as the barkeeper under- stood the phrase ? He would have had to return home, and that he felt would be worse than death. In fact, he had come nearer to a desperate struggle than he knew, for Bar- ney rarely resisted so inviting an opportunity to indulge his pugilistic turn, and had he not seen the policeman going by just at that time, there would have been no idle threats in the case. Dennis set his teeth with dogged resolution, determined "STARVE THEN!" 49 if necessary, to persevere in his search till he dropped in the street. But as he remembered that he had less than five dollars left, and no prospect of earning another, his heart grew like lead. He spent several weary hours in the vain search for a boarding-house. He had little to guide him save short an- swers from policemen. The places were either too expen- sive, or so coarse and low that he could not bring himself to endure them. In some cases he detected that they were accompanied by worse evils than gambling. Almost in despair, tired, and very hungry (for severe indeed must be the troubles that will affect the appetite of healthful youth on a cold winter day), he stopped at a small Ger- man restaurant and hotel. A round-faced, jolly Teuton served him with a large plate of cheap viands, which he devoured so quickly that the man, when asked for more, stared at him for a moment, and then stolidly obeyed. "What do you ask for a small room and bed for a night?" said Dennis. "Zwei shillen," said the waiter, with a grin; "dot ish, if you don't vant as pig ped as dinner. Ve haf zwei shillen for bed, and zwei shillen for efery meal von dollar a day sheap!" The place was comparatively clean. A geranium or two bloomed in the window, and lager instead of fiery whiskey seemed the principal beverage vended. Dennis went out and made inquiries, and every one in the neighborhood spoke of it as a quiet, respectable place, though frequented only by laboring people. "That is nothing against it," thought Dennis. "I will venture to stay there for a night or two, for I must lose no more time in looking for a situation." He took his trunk there, and then spent the rest of the day in unavailing search. He found nothing that gave any promise at all. In the evening he went to a large hotel and looked over the files of papers. He found a few advertise- ments for clerks and experts of various kinds, but more ROE Y 3 60 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY from those seeking places. But he noted down everything hopeful, and resolved that he would examine the morning papers by daylight for anything new in that line, and be the first on hand. His new quarters, though plain and meagre, were at least clean. Too weary to think or even to feel more than a dull ache in his heart, he slept heav- ily till the dawn of the following day. Poor fellow! it seemed to him that he had lived years in those two days. He was up by daylight, and found a few more adver- tisements that looked as if they might lead to something. As early as it was possible to see the parties, he was on the ground, but others were there as soon as himself. They had the advantage of some knowledge and experi- ence in the duties required, and this decided the question. Some spoke kindly, and suggested that he was better fitted for teaching than for business. "But where am I to find a position at this season of the year, when every place is filled ?" asked Dennis. "It might be weeks before I could get anything to do, and I must have employment at once. " They were sorry, hoped he would do well, turned away, and went on doing well for themselves; but the majority merely satisfied themselves that he would not answer their purpose, and bade him a brief, business-like good-morning. And yet the fine young face, so troubled and anxious, haunted a good many of those who summarily dismissed him. But "business is business." The day passed in fruitless inquiry. Now and then he seemed on the point of succeeding, but only disappointment resulted. There were at that season of the year few situa- tions offering where a salary sufficient for maintenance was paid, and for these skilled laborers were required. Dennis possessed no training for any one calling save perhaps that of teacher. He had merely the fragment of a good general education, tending toward one of the learned professions. He had fine abilities, and undoubtedly would in time have stood high as a lawyer. But now that he was suddenly "STARVE THEN!" 51 called upon to provide bread for himself and those he loved, there was not a single thing of which he could say, "I understand this, sir, and can give you satisfaction." He knew that if he could get a chance at almost any- thing, he could soon learn enough to make himself more useful than the majority employed, for few had his will and motive to work. But the point was to find some one who would pay sufficient for his own and his mother's support while he learned. It is under just such circumstances that so many men, and especially women, make shipwreck. Thrown suddenly upon their own resources, they bring to the great labor- market of the world general intelligence, and also general ignorance. With a smattering of almost everything, they do not know practically how to do one thing well. Skilled hands, though backed by neither heart nor brains, push them aside. Take the young men or the young women of any well-to-do town or village, and make them suddenly de- pendent upon their own efforts, and how many could com- pete in any one thing with those already engaged in supply- ing the market? And yet just such helpless young crea- tures are every day compelled to shift for themselves. If to these unfortunates the paths of honest industry seem hedged and thorny, not so those of sin. They are easy enough at first, if any little difficulty with conscience can be overcome; and the devil, and fallen humanity doing his work, stand ready to push the wavering into them. At the close of the next day, spent in weary search, Dennis met a temptation to which many would have yielded. A.S a last resort he had been going around among the hotels, willing to take even the situation of porter, if nothing better offered. The day was fast closing, when, worn out and de- jected, he entered a first-class house, and made his usual inquiry. The, proprietor looked at him for a moment, slapped him on the back, and said: " Yes, you are the man I want, I reckon. Do you drink? No! might have known that from your face. Don't want a man that drinks for this 52 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY place. Come along with me, then. Will give you two and a half a day if you suit, and pay you every night. I pay my help promptly; they ain't near so apt to steal from you then." And the man hurried away, followed by Dennis with beating heart and flushed, wondering face. Descending a flight of stairs, they entered a brilliantly lighted basement, which was nothing less than a large, elegantly arranged bar- room, with card and lunch-tables, and easy-chairs for the guests to smoke and tipple in at their leisure. All along one side of this room, resplendent with cut glass and pol- ished silver, ran the bar. The light fell warm and mellow on the various kinds of liquor, that were so arranged as to be most tempting to the thirsty souls frequenting the place. Stepping up to the bulky man behind the bar the landlord said: " There, Mr. Swig, is a young man who will fill capi- tally the place of the chap we dismissed to-day for getting tight You may bet your life from his face that he don't drink. You can break him in in a few days, and you won't want a better assistant.' 1 For a moment a desperate wish passed through Dennis's mind, "Oh, that wrong were right!" Then, indignant with himself, he spoke up, firmly "I think I have a word to say in this matter." "Well, say on, then; what's the trouble ?" "I cannot do this kind of work." "You will find plenty harder." "None harder for one believing as I do. I will starve before I will do this work." The man stared at him for a moment, and then coolly replied, "Starve then!" and turned on his heel and walked away. Dennis also rushed from the place, followed by the coarse, jeering laugh of those who witnessed the scene. In his morbid, suffering state their voices seemed those of mocking demons. The night had now fallen. He was too tired and dis- "STARVE THEN!" 53 couraged to look any further. "Wearily lie plodded up the street, facing the bitter blast filled with snow that had begun to fall. This then was the verdict of the world* ' Starve I 1 ' This was the only prospect it offered that same brave world which had so smilingly beckoned him on to great achieve- ments and unbounded success but a few days since 44 Starve!" Every blast that swept around the corners howled in his ears, " Starve !" Every warmly clad person hurrying unheedingly by seemed to say by his indifference, 4 'Starve! who cares? there is no place for you, nothing for you to do." The hard, stern resolution of the past few days, not to yield an inch, to persist in hewing his way through every difficulty, began to flag. His very soul seemed crushed within him. Even upon the threshold of his life, in his strong, joyous youth, the world had become to him what it literally was that night, a cold, wintry, stormy place, with a black, lowering sky and hard, frozen earth. His father's old temptation recurred to him with sudden and great power. " Per haps father was right," he mused. 41 God was against him, and is also against me, his son. Does He not visit the iniquity of the fathers upon the chil- dren unto the third and fourth generation? Not but that He will save us at last, if we ask Him, but there seems some great wrong that must be severely punished here. Or else if God does not care much about our present life, thinking only of the hereafter, there must be some blind fate or luck that crushes some and lifts up others." Thus Dennis, too sad and morbid to take a just view of anything, plodded on till he reached his boarding-place, and stealing in as if he had no business to be there, or any- where else, sat down in a dusky corner behind the stove, and was soon lost to surrounding life in his own miserable thoughts. M BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER VII A GOOD SAMARITAN DENNIS was too good a Christian, and had received too deep a lesson in his father's case, to become bitter, angry, and defiant, even if he had believed that God was against him. He would have felt that it was simply his duty to submit to endure patiently. Somehow until to-day his heart had refused to believe that God could be against any of His creatures. In fact, it was his general impression that God had everything to do with his being a good Christian, but very little with his getting a good place. The defect in his religion, and that of his mother, too, was that both separated the spiritual life of the soul too widely from the present life with its material, yet essential, cares and needs. At this point they, like multitudes of others, fell short of their full privilege, and enjoyment of God's goodness. His mother had cheered and sustained her hard lot by hopes and visions of the better life beyond by an- ticipating joys to come. She had never fully learned how God's love, like the sunlight, could shine upon and brighten the thorny, rocky way, and cause the thorns to blossom, and delicate fragrant flowers to grow in the crevices and bloom in shaded nooks among the sharp stones. She must wait for her consolation. She must look out of her darkness k> the light that shone through the portals of the tomb, forget- ting that God caused His servants to sing at midnight, in the inner prison, the deepest dungeon, though scourged and bleeding. Unconsciously her son had imbibed the same ideas. A GOOD SAMARITAN 55 Most devoutly he asked every day to be kept from sin, that he might grow in the Christian life; but he did not ask or expect, save in a vague, general way, that nelp which a wise, good, earthly father would give to a young, inexpe- rienced child, struggling with the hard, practical difficulties of this world. As the days grew darker and more full of disappointment, he had asked with increasing earnestness that he might be kept from sin from falling before the many and peculiar temptations that assailed him; and we have seen how God answered his prayer, and kept him where so many would have fallen. But God meant to show him that His goodness extended further than he thought, and that He cared for His children's well-being now as truly as in the hereafter, when He gathered them home into His immediate presence. But Dennis could not see this now. As far as he thought at all on the subject, he had the vague feeling that God was either trying his faith or meting out some righteous judgment, and he must do the best he could, and only see to it that he did not sin and give way morally. Yet, in the thick night of his earthly prospects, Dennis still loved and trusted God. He reasoned justly, that if at last brought to such a place as heaven, no matter what he suffered here, he had only cause for unbounded gratitude. And he felt sure that all would be right in the end, but now feared that his life would be like his father's, a tissue of disappointments, and that he, an unsuccessful voyager, storm-tossed and shipwrecked, would be thrown upon the heavenly shore by some dark-crested billow of misfortune. Thus Dennis sat lost in gloomy musings, but too wearied in mind and body to follow any line of thought long. A few stern facts kept looming up before him, like rocks on which a ship is drifting. He had less than a dollar in his pocket. It was Friday night. If he did not get anything to do on Saturday, how was he going to live through Sunday and the days that followed? Then his dependent mother and sisters rose up before him. They seemed to his morbid fancy hungry and cold, and their famine-pinched faces full 66 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY of reproach. His head bowed lower, and he became the very picture of dejection. He was startled by a big, hearty voice at his side, ex- claiming: "What makes yer so down in the mouth ? Come, take a drink, and cheer up!" Kaising his eyes, he saw a round, red face, like a harvest moon, shining full upon him. It was somewhat kindly in its expression, in keeping with the words. Rough as was the courtesy, it went straight to the lonely, discouraged heart of the young man, and with moistened eyes he said, 4t l thank you for speaking to me in a tone that has a little human touch in it, for the last man that spoke to me left an echo in my ear that I would gladly get out of it. ' ' 1 ' Bad luck to him, then ! Give us yer hand ; there !' ' with a grip like a vise. "Bill Cronk never went back on a man he took to. I tell yer what, stranger," said he, becoming confidential, "when I saw yer glowering and blinking here in the corner as if yer was listening to yer own funeral ser- mon, I be if I could take a comfortable drink. Come, now, take a good swig of old rye, and see how things will mellow up." Our good Samaritan in this case was a very profane and disreputable one, as many are in this medley world. He had a great, kindly nature, that was crawling and grovel- ling in all sorts of low, unseemly places, instead of growing straight up toward heaven. "I hope you will think me none the less friendly if I decline," said Dennis. "I would drink with you as quick as with any man living, but it is a thing 1 never do. " "Oh, you're temperance, are yer? Well, I don't think none the wuss of yer for standing by yer colors. Between us, it would be better for me if I was a little more so. Hang it all! I take a drop too much now and then. But what is a fellow to do, roughing it up and down the world like me ? I should often get lonely and mope in the corner as you did, if I didn't get up steam. When 1 am down in the mouth I take a drink to 'liven me up, and when I feel good I take A GOOD SAMARITAN 57 a drink to make me feel better. When I wouldn't take a drink on my own hook, I meet somebody that I'd ought to drink with. It is astonishing how many occasions there are to drink, 'specially when a man's travelling, like me." "No fear but what the devil will make occasions enough, ' ' said Dennis. 41 What has the devil got to do with it?" asked the man, gruffly. Just then the miserable wretch entered who, appearing opportunely in Gavin's Hotel, had cured Dennis of his de- sire to drink, when weary and despondent, for the sake of the effects. For a moment they looked at the blear-eyed, trembling wreck of a man, and then Dennis asked, "Had God any hand in making that man what he is?" "I should say not," said Bill Cronk, emphatically. "Well, I should say the devil had," said Dennis; "and there behind the bar are the means used the best tool he has, it seems to me; for with it he gets hold of men with some heart and soul in them, like you." The man winced under the words that both conscience and experience told him were true; at the same time he was propitiated by Dennis's good opinion of him. He gave a big, good-natured laugh, slapped Dennis on the shoulder, and said: "Wai, stranger, p'raps you're right. 'Tain't every temperance lecturer though that has an awful ex- ample come in just at the right time so slick. But you've stood by yer colors, and we won't quarrel. Tell us, now, if it ain't private, what you're so chopfallen about." Dennis told his story, as grateful for this rough sympathy as a thirsty traveller would be in finding a spring though surrounded by thorns and rocks. The round, jolly face actually grew long and serious through interest in the young man's tribulations. After scratching a shaggy but practical head for a few moments, Bill spoke as follows: "Seems to me the case is just this: here you are, a young blooded colt, not broken to either saddle or thills here you 58 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY are whinnying around a market where they want nothing but dray-hosses. People look shy at you usually do at a strange hoss. Few know good p'ints when they see 'em. When they find you ain't broke in to nothin', they want you to work for nothin'. I see how you can't do this. And yet fodder is runnin' short, and you must do somethin'." Bill, having dealt in live-stock all his life, naturally clothed his thoughts in language drawn from familiar ob- jects, and Dennis, miserable as he was, half smiled at the close parallel run between him and a young, useless colt; but he only said, "I don't think there is a cart-horse in all Chicago that feels more broken down and dispirited than I do to-night." "That may all be, too," said Bill; "but you'd feel a little oats mighty quick, and a cart- hoss wouldn't. But I know the p'ints, whether it's a man or a hoss; you'd take kindly to work of the right sort, and it would pay any one to'take you at yer own terms, but you can't make 'em see it. If I was in a situation to take you, I'd do it in a minute. Hang it all! I can't do much for you, either. I took a drop too much in Cleveland t'other night, and some of the folks in the house looked over my pocket-book and left me just enough to get home with." Dennis shook his head reproachfully and was about to speak. "I know what you're going to say," said Bill, heading off another temperance lecture. "I'll take a drink by and by, and think over what you've said, for I can't think much until I get a little steam up. But now we must try and see some way out of the fog for you;" and again in absence of the wonted steam he scratched the shaggy head vigorously. "Seems to me the best thing for you is to do as I did when I first broke the home pasture and started out on a rampage. I just grabbed the fust job that come along, good, bad, or indifferent always kept doing something. You can look for a bird in a bush quite as well when A GOOD SAMARITAN 59 you've got one in the hand as when you hain't. To be sure I wasn't as squeamish as you are. I'd jumped at the offer you had this afternoon; but I reckon I'd taken toll too often to be very profitable. But in this way I always kept a-goin' never got down underfoot so the stronger ones could tread on me. When it comes to that, I want to die. Now if you've got plenty of clear grit Leetle disposed to show the white feather though, to-night, ain't yer?" Dennis flushed up, and was about to speak, almost angrily. "There! there!" said his new friend. "I said yer wasn't a cart-hoss: one touch of the spur and up goes tail and ears, and then look out. Are yer ashamed to do any kind of honest work? I mean kinder pious work, that hasn't any smack of the devil you're so afraid of in it ?" "No! work is just what I want." "Would you black boots, now?" Dennis winced, thought a moment, and then, with a manly flush, said, "Yes, before I would take a cent of charity from any living soul." "Give us yer hand again. You're the kind of critter I like to invest in; for you'd improve on a feller's hands. No fear about you ; the only thing is to get you in harness before a load that will pay to haul." Suddenly he got up, strode to the bar-room door, looked out into the night, and came back again. "I think I know of a way in which you can make two or three dollars to-morrow." "How?" exclaimed Dennis, his whole face lighting up with hope. "Go to a hardware store, invest in a big wooden snow- shovel, and clean off sidewalks before stores. You can pick up a good many quarters before night, like enough. ' ' "I will do it," said Dennis, heartily, "and thank you warmly for the suggestion, and for your kindly interest generally;" and he looked up and felt himself another man. 60 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY "Gosh ! but it takes mighty few oats to set you up! But come, and let us have a little plain, substantial fodder. I will drink nothing but coffee, to-night, out of compliment to you." Cheered, comforted, and hopeful, Dennis sat down with his good Samaritan, and made a hearty supper, after which they parted with a strong friendly grip, and sincere good wishes, Cronk, the drover, going on further west, and Dennis to the rest he so sorely needed. YAHCOB BUNK 61 CHAPTEB VIII YAHCOB BUNK BEFOEE retiring, Dennis as usual took his Bible from his trunk to read a chapter. He was now in a very different mood from that of a few hours ago. The suggestion of his bar-room acquaintance was a light upon his way. And with one of Dennis's age and temperament, even a small hope is potent. He was eager for the coming day, in order to try the experiment of wringing bread and opportunity for further search out of the wintry snows. But that which had done him the most good more than he realized was the kindness he had received, rough though it was the sympathy and companionship of another human being; for if he had been cast away on a desert island he could not have been more isolated than in the great city, with its indifferent multitudes. Moreover the generous supper was not without its de- cided influence; and with it he had drunk a cup of good coffee, that nectar of the gods, whose subtile, delicate in- fluence is felt in body and brain, in every fibre of the nature not deadened and blunted by stronger and coarser stimu- lants. He who leaves out physical causes in accounting for mental and moral states, will usually come wide of the mark. But while giving the influences above referred to their due force, so far from ignoring, we would acknowl- edge with emphasis, the chief cause of man's ability to receive and appreciate all the highest phases of truth and good, namely, God's help asked for and given. Prayer was a habit with Dennis. He asked God with childlike faith for 62 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY the bestowment of every Christian grace, and those who knew him best saw that he had no reason to complain that his prayers were unanswered. But now, at a time when he would most appreciate it, God was about to reveal to him a truth that would be a rich source of help and comfort through life, and a sudden burst of sunshine upon his dark way at the present hour. He was to be shown how he might look to heaven for help and guidance in respect to his present and earthly interests, as truly as in his spiritual life. As he opened his Bible his eyes caught the words of our Lord "Launch out into the deep and let down your nets for a draught. ' ' Then Peter's answer "Master, we have toiled all the night and have taken nothing: nevertheless, at Thy word I will let down the net." The result "They inclosed a great multitude of fishes." With these words light broke in upon his mind. "If our Lord," he mused, "helped His first disciples catch fish, why should He not help me find a good place ?" Then unbelief suggested, "It was not for the sake of the fish; they were only means to a higher end." But Dennis, who had plently of good common-sense, at once answered this objection: "Neither do I want position and money for low, selfish purposes. My ends are the best and purest, for I am seeking my own honest living and the support of my mother and sisters the very imperative duties that God is now imposing on me. Would God reveal a duty and no way of performing it ?" Then came the thought: "Have I asked Him to help me? Have I not been seeking in my own wisdom, and trusting in my own strength ? and this too when my igno- rance of business, the dull season of the year, and every- thing was against me, when I specially needed help. Little wonder that I have fared as I have. ' ' Turning the leaves of his Bible rapidly, he began search- ing for instances of God's interference in behalf of the tern- TAHCOB BUNK 63 poral interests of His servants for passages where earthly prosperity was promised or given. After an hour he closed the Bible with a long breath of wonder, and said to him- self: "Why, God seems to care as much for the well-being and happiness of his children here as He will when He has us all about Him in the home above. I've been blind for twenty-one years to one of the grandest truths of this Book. " Then, as the thought grew upon him, he exclaimed, joy- ously, "Take heart, Dennis Fleet: God is on your side in the struggle for an honest success in this life as truly as in your fight against sin and the devil." It was long before he slept that night, but a truth had been revealed that rested and strengthened him more than the heavy slumbers after the weray days that had preceded. The dawn of the winter morning was cold and faint when Dennis appeared in the bar-room the next day. The jolly- faced Teuton was making the fire, stopping often to blow his cold fingers, and wasting enough good breath to have kindled a furnace. His rubicund visage, surrounded by shaggy hair and beard of yellow, here appeared in the dust and smoke he was making like the sun rising in a fog. "Hillo!" he said, on seeing Dennis; "vat you oop dis early for? Don't vant anoder dinner yet, I hope ?" "I will take that in good time," said Dennis; "and shall want a bigger one than that which so astonished you at first." "Oh, my eyes!" said the German; "den I go and tell de cook to pegin to get him right avay. ' ' Laughing good-naturedly, Dennis went to the door and looked out. On sidewalk and street the snow lay six or eight inches deep, untrodden, white and spotless, even in the heart of the great city. "How different this snow will look by night," thought he; "how soiled and black! Per- haps very many come to this city in the morning of life like this snow, pure and unstained; but after being here awhile they become like this snow when it has been tossed about 64 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY and trodden under every careless foot. God grant that, however poor and unsuccessful I may remain, such pollu- tion may never be my fate. ' ' But feeling that he had no time for moralizing if he would secure bread for the coming day of rest, he turned and said to the factotum of the bar-room, "How much will you give to have the snow cleared off the sidewalk in front of your house?" "Zweishillen." "Then I will earn my breakfast before I eat it, if you will lend me a shovel. ' ' "I dought you vas a shentlemans, " said the German, staring at him. "So I am; just the shentlemans that will clean off your sidewalk for zwei shillen, if you will let him." "You vant to do him for exercise ?" " No ; for zwei shillings. ' f "I dought you vas a shentlemans," said the man, still staring in stolid wonder at Dennis. "Didn't you ever know of a gentleman who came from Germany to this country and was glad to do anything for an honest living?" "Often and often I haf. You see von here," said the man, with a grin. "Well, I am just that kind of a gentleman. Now if you will lend me a shovel I will clean off your sidewalk for two shillings, and be a great deal more thankful than if you had given me the money for nothing." "Little fear of dot," said the man, with another grin. "Vel, you are der queerest Yankee in Chicago, you are; I dink you are 'bout haf Sherman. I tells you vat here, vat's your name? if you glean off dot sidewalk goot, you shall haf preakfast and dinner, much as you eat, vidout von shent to pay. I don't care if der cook is cooking all day. I like your vat you call him? shpunk." "It's a bargain," said Dennis; "and if I can make a few more like it to-day, I shall be rich." YAHCOB BUNK 65 "You may vel say dot. I vill go into der market and see if dere's enough for me to keep my bart of der bargain goot." For half an hour Dennis worked away lustily, and then called his task-master and said, "Will you accept the job?" Surveying with surprise the large space cleared, and looking in vain for reason to find fault, he said: "I say nothin' agin him. I hope you vill eat your dinner as quick. Now come in to your preakfast. " He pretended to be perfectly aghast at Dennis's onslaught on the buckwheat cakes, and rolled up his eyes despairingly as each new plate was emptied. Having finished, Dennis gave him a nod, and said, "Wait till dinner-time." "Ah! dere vill be von famine," said the German, in a tone of anguish, wringing his hands. Having procured the needful implement, Dennis started out, and, though there was considerable competition, found plenty to do, and shovelled away with little cessation till one o'clock. Then, counting his gains, he found that he had paid for his shovel, secured breakfast and dinner, and had a balance on hand of two dollars and fifty cents, and he had nearly half a day yet before him. He felt rich nay, more than that, he felt like a man who, sinking in a shore- less ocean, suddenly catches a plank that bears him up until land appears in the distance. "This is what comes of asking God to help a fellow," said he to himself. "Strange, too, that He should answer my prayer in part before I asked, by causing that queer jumble of good and evil, Bill Cronk, to suggest to me this way of turning an honest penny. I wish Bill was as good a friend to himself as he is to others. I fear that he will go to the dogs. Bless me! the gnawings of hunger are bad enough, but what must be those of conscience ? I think I can astonish my German friend to-day as never before;" and, shouldering his shovel, he walked back to dinner, feel- ing like a prince bearing aloft the insignia of his power. 66 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY When he entered the bar and lunch room, he saw that something was wrong. The landlord met him, instead of his jolly, satirical friend. Now the owner of the place was a wizen-faced, dried-up old anatomy, who seemed utterly exhaling away in tobacco smoke, while his assistant was becoming spherical under the expansive power of lager. It was his custom to sit up and smoke most of the night, and therefore he was down late in the morning. When he appeared his assistant told him of the bargain he had made with Dennis as a good joke. But old Hans hadn't any faculty for jokes. Dollars and cents and his big meerschaum made up the two elements of his life. The thought of losing zwei shillings or zwei cents by Dennis, or any one else, caused him anguish, and instead of laughing, his fun-loving assistant was aghast at seeing him fall into a passion. 44 You be von big fule. Vat for we keep mens here who haf no money? You should gleared him off, instead of making pargains for him to eat us out of der house." "We haf his trunk," said Jacob, for that was his name. "Nothin' in it," growled Hans, yet somewhat mollified by this fact. When Dennis appeared, he put the case without any circumlocution: "I makes my livin' by keepin' dis house. I can no make my livin' unless efrypodies bays me. I haf reason to dink dot you haf no moneys. Vat ish de druf ? 'Gause if you haf none, you can no longer stay here." "Have I not paid for everything I have had so far?" said Dennis. "Dot is not der question. Haf you got any moneys ?" "What is your bill in advance up to Monday morning?" "Zwei dollar and a quarter, if you dake preakfast." "Deduct breakfast and dinner to-day for clearing off the sidewalk. ' ' "Dot ish too much; you did it in half- hour. " "Well, it would have taken you three. But a bargain YAHCOB BUNK 67 is a bargain, the world over. Did not you promise it?" to Jacob. "Yah! und you shall haf him, too, if I be der loser. Yahcob Bunk ish not der man to go pack on his vort. M "Vel, den," said old Hans, "von dollar sheventy-five to Monday morning. ' ' "There's the money; now let me have my dinner, for I am in a hurry." At the sight of money Hans at once became the most obsequious of hosts, and so would remain while it lasted. But Dennis saw that the moment it was gone his purchased courtesy would change, and he trembled at his narrow es- cape from being thrust out into the wintry streets, friend- less, penniless, to beg or starve equally hard alternatives to his mirfd. "Come, Yahcob, thou snail, give der shentlemans his dinner," said Hans. Jacob, who had been looking on with heavy, stolid face, now brightened up on seeing that all was right, and gave Dennis a double portion of the steaming pot- pie, and a huge mug of coffee. When Dennis had finished these and crowned his repast with a big dumpling, Jacob came to him with a face as long and serious as his harvest moon of a visage could be made, and said: "Dere ish nodding more in Chi- cago; you haf gleaned it out. Ve must vait dill der evenin' drain gomes pef ore ve haf supper. ' ' "That will be time enough for me," said Dennis, laugh- ingfor he could laugh to-day at little things and started off again with his shovel. BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER IX LAND AT LAST DURING- the latter part of a busy afternoon, Dennis came to a spacious, elegant store before which the snow lay untouched save as trodden by passers-by. Over the high arched doorway was the legend in gilt letters, "Art Building"; and as far as a mere warehouse for beauti- ful things could deserve the title, this place did, for it was crowded with engravings, paintings, bronzes, statuary, and every variety of ornament. With delighted eyes and lin- gering steps he had passed slowly through this store a few days previous in his search, but had received the usual cool negative. He had gone reluctantly out into the cold street again as Adam went out of Paradise. A large florid-looking man with a light curling mustache now stood in the doorway. His appearance was unmistak- ably that of a German of the highest and most cultivated type. And yet, when he spoke, his English was so good that you detected only a foreign accent. Strong vexation was stamped upon his face as he looked at the snowy, un- tidy sidewalk. "Mr. Schwartz," he asked of one of his clerks, "was Pat here this morning?" "Yes, sir." "Was he perfectly straight?" "I cannot say that he was, sir." "He is off on a spree again. Send him to me the mo- ment he returns. ' ' "Shall I clear your sidewalk?" said Dennis, stepping up and touching his hat respectfully. LAND AT LAST 69 "Yes," said the gentleman, scarcely looking at him; "and when you have finished come to the office for your money;" and then he walked back into the store with a frowning brow. Though Dennis was now pretty thoroughly fatigued with the hard day's work, he entered on this task with a good will as the closing labor of the day, hoping, from the wide space to be cleared, to receive proportionate recompense. And yet his despatch was not so -great as usual, for in spite of himself his eyes were continually wandering to the large show-windows, from which smiled down upon him summer landscapes, and lovely faces that seemed all the more beau- tiful in contrast with the bleak and darkening street. He was rudely startled from one of his stolen glances at a sweet, girlish face that seemed peering archly at him from a corner. His ears were assailed by the loud tones and strong brogue of "Pat," returning thus late to his neglected duties. "Bad luck to yez! what yez doin' here?" "Clearing the sidewalk," said Dennis, laconically. "Give me that shovel, or I'll knock bloody blazes out of yez." Dennis at once stood on the defensive, and raised his tool threateningly. At the same time seeing a policeman, he called out, "Will you please cause this drunken fellow to move on ?' ' The officer was about to comply, when the Irishman, with a snort like that of a mad bull, rushed to the door of the art building, wrenched it open, and, leaving it so, tore down the long store, crying, "Misther Ludolph! Misther Ludolph! here's a bloody spalpane a- doin' my work. " He had scarcely got half-way to the office before there was a crash followed by a general commotion. Pat, in his blind rage, and with steps uncertain from the effects of whiskey, had struck a valuable marble, and it lay broken on the floor. This catastrophe sobered him, and he stood looking in dismay at the destruction he had wrought. His employer, the gentleman whom Dennis had seen at the 70 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY door, now appeared upon the scene in a towering passion, and scrupled not to heap maledictions upon the head of the unfortunate Hibernian. "What do you mean by rushing through the store in thi mad style?" he demanded. "There's an impudent fellow outside a-doin' my work," said Pat. "Why didn't you do it yourself, instead of going off to the gin-mills this morning ? Didn't I warn you ? Didn't I tell you your last spree should be the last in my employ ? Now begone, you drunken idiot ! and if you ever show your face on these premises again I'll have you arrested and com- pel payment for this marble, and it will take every cent you have in the world, and more too." "Ah ! Misther Ludolph, if ye' 11 only give me one more " "I tell you be off! or I will call the policeman at once." "But Bridget and the childer will starve." "What are Bridget and the children to me? If you won't take care of them, you can't expect other people to. Begone!" said his employer, advancing threateningly and stamping his foot. Pat looked around in vain for help : the clerks were but fainter echoes of their master. Seeing his case to be hopeless, he turned about the hur- ried away, his big red face distorted by many contending emotions. Nor did he stop until he reached one of the fatal "gin-mills," where he soon drowned memory and trouble in huge potations of the fiery element that was destroying him and bringing wretchedness to "Bridget and the childer." Again Dennis had a lesson .on drinking for the effects. He rapidly completed his work and entered the store. A clerk handed him fifty cents. "May I see Mr. Ludolph a moment?" he asked. "Yes," replied the clerk, "he is in the inner office there; but I guess you won't find him very smooth this LAND AT LAST 71 evening," looking at the same time suggestively toward the broken marble. But Mr. Ludolph was not in as bad a humor as was im- agined. This thrifty Teuton had not lost much by the mis- hap of the afternoon, for a month or two of wages was due Pat, and this kept back would pay in the main for the in- jury he had done. His whole soul being bent on the ac- quirement of money, for reasons that will be explained fur- ther on, his momentary passion soon passed away when he found he had sustained no material injury. To Dennis's knock he responded in his usual tone, "Come in!" and Dennis stood in a warm, lighted, cosey office, where the object of his quest sat writing rapidly with his back to the door. Dennis waited respectfully till the facile pen glided through the sentence, and then Mr. Ludolph looked up. Dennis's bearing and appearance were so unmistak- ably those of a gentleman that Mr. Ludolph, not recogniz- ing him as the person who had cleared his sidewalk, rose courteously and said, "Did you wish to see me?" "Yes, sir," replied Dennis; "I understand that you dis- missed a person in your employ this afternoon. I would re- spectfully apply for his place, if it is not promised." The gentleman smiled and said: "You are mistaken, I think. I discharged a drunken Irishman, who had been porter and man-of-all-work about the store, this afternoon; but I have no place vacant, young sir, that you would care to fill." "If you think me competent to fill the position of porter and your man-of-all-work, I would be very glad to obtain it; that is, if it will support me and those dependent on me." The merchant muttered to himself, "I thought he was a gentleman. ' ' Then, as this was a business matter of some importance, he caused Dennis to stand full in the light, while he with- drew somewhat in the shadow, and gave it his attention with characteristic shrewdness and caution. 72 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY " You seem rather above the situation you ask for," he said. "I am not above it in circumstances," said Dennis, "and it certainly is better than shovelling snow all day. ' ' "Are you the man that just cleaned my sidewalk?" "lam, sir." "You must be aware that your general appearance is very different from that of the man discharged to-day, and from those seeking the menial place in question. Can you explain this fact satisfactorily?" "I can readily explain it, and I hope satisfactorily. At any rate I shall be perfectly open;" and Dennis told him briefly, but plainly, just how he was situated. As the keen man of the world watched with the closest scrutiny the honest young face, he believed every word. Accustomed to deal with all classes of men from child- hood, he had learned to read them as the open page of a book. He asked coolly, however, "Have you no recommenda- tions?" Dennis produced the ministerial letter, which Mr. Lu- dolph glanced at with good-natured contempt. "This is all right," he said; "superstition is an excel- lent thing for some minds. I managed Pat a year through his priest, and then he got beyond the priest and me too." This undisguised contempt of all that he held sacred, and the classing of true faith with gross superstition, pained Dennis; and his face showed it, though he said nothing. "There," said the gentleman, "I did not mean to hurt your feelings, but to the educated in our land these things seem very childish." "I should serve you none the worse," said Dennis, with quiet dignity, "if I believed that the duty I owed to you I owed also to God." Mr. Ludolph looked as if a new idea had struck him, smiled, and said: "Most people's religion, as far as my experience has gone, is not of this practical kind. But I LAND AT LAST 73 believe that I can trust you, and your face and story are worth much more to me than this letter. A scamp might possess that as well as an honest youth like you. Now, as to terms: I will give you forty dollars a month for the first two months, and then, if you develop and take well to the work, I will give you sixty." Dennis thought that this, with close economy, would enable him to live and support his mother and sisters, and he accepted the terms. "Moreover, to show the advantage of telling a straight- forward story, you may sleep in the store: the building will be safer for having some one in it. I will pay you at the end of every week as long as you suit, so that you can commence sending something to your mother immediately. You see that I take an interest in you," said the shrewd man, "and expect you to take an interest in my business, and work for me as for yourself." Simple, honest Dennis could not see that Mr. Ludolph cared infinitely more for himself than for all the world com- bined, and made it his life-study to get the most out of it with the least cost to himself. Under the words that seemed so kind and considerate, the young man's heart swelled with the strong and grateful purpose to spare himself in no way in the service of such an employer. The wily man saw this, and smiled to himself over the credulity of mankind. "Have you enough to last till next Saturday night?' 1 he asked. "I will make it last," said Dennis, sturdily. "That is right," said Mr. Ludolph. "Stand on your own feet if you can. I never give any more help than will barely enable a man to help himself 1 ' a maxim which had the advantage not only of being sound, but of according exactly with his disposition. After a moment's thought, Mr. Ludolph spoke in a tone so sharp, and a manner so stern, that Dennis was startled. "Mark me, young man, I wish a plain understaning in one respect: you take Pat's place, and I expect you to do ROE V 4 74 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY Pat's work. I wish no trouble to arise from your being above your business." 4 'You will have none/' said Dennis, quietly and firmly. "All right, then. Mr. Schwartz will show you about closing up the store. Be here early Monday morning, and remember that all depends upon yourself." In the depths of his grateful heart Dennis felt how much the success of that day and every day of life depended on God. Mr. Ludolph put on his coat and gloves and went out with Dennis into the store. "Gentlemen," said he to his clerks, "this young man, Dennis Fleet by name, will take the place of Pat Murphy, discharged to-day. Mr. Schwartz, will you show him what it is necessary to do to-night ? He will be here on Monday morning at the usual time for opening the store, and after that will sleep in the building." The clerks looked at him for a moment, as they might at a new piece of furniture, or a labor-saving machine, and then coolly finished their duties, and followed their em- ployer. Mr. Schwartz showed him about closing the store, taking care of the furnace, etc., and Dennis saw that his place was no sinecure. Still it was not work, but its lack, that he dreaded, and his movements were so eager and earnest that a faint expression of surprise and curiosity tinged the broad, stolid face of Mr. Schwartz; but he only buttoned his coat to the chin and muttered, "New broom," and went his way homeward, leaving Dennis to go his. THE NEW BROOM 75 CHAPTEE X THE NEW BROOM following Sabbath was a bright winter day with- out, but bright summer in Dennis's heart. He inquired his way to a neighboring church, and every word of prayer, praise, and truth fell on a glad, grateful spirit. Returning, he wrote a long letter to his mother, telling her all he had passed through, especially dwelling on the truth he had discovered of God's wish to make this life happy and successful, as well as the life beyond. In closing, he wrote: "Here I am, Dennis Fleet, who a few days since thought the world scarcely large enough for what I meant to do, standing contentedly and gratefully in Pat Murphy's shoes. I will not conceal from you, speaking figuratively (the fates forbid that it should be literally true), that I hope to outgrow them, and arrive at something better before many months pass. In the meantime I am indeed thankful for the means of winning honest bread for us all. It is quite a come-down from the classics and law to the position of porter and man-of-all-work in a picture and music store, but if God means me to rise He can lead me upward from my lowly standpoint as well as from the most favored that I could have chosen for myself. I have learned that if I will trust Him and do present duty thoroughly, He will not forget me." On Monday morning, half an hour before the specified time, Dennis stood at the store. Impatiently he walked up and down before what would become the scene of joys and 76 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY sorrows such as he had never before experienced. But we will not anticipate. In due time Mr. Schwartz appeared. He gave Dennis a cool nod, and said, "Glad to see you so prompt," then mut- tered again to himself, "New broom." In Mr. Schwartz's slow, plodding soul the fire of enthu- siasm had never burned. He was eminently conservative, and looked with wary suspicion on anything that appeared like earnestness. In the midst of a driving, bustling West- ern city, he stuck in the mud of his German phlegm, like a snag in the swift current of the Mississippi. Yet Mr. Lu- dolph found him a most valuable assistant. He kept things straight. Under his minute supervision everything had to be right on Saturday night as well as on Monday morning, on the 81st of December as well as on the 1st of January. He was one who through life would be satisfied with a sub- ordinate position, conscious of the lack of enterprise need- ful to push his own way in the world. His painstaking, methodical spirit was just the kind to pervade a large ware- house like that he had in charge, and prevent loss and con- fusion in the multiplicity of objects it contained. Pat's careless Irish ways had vexed. his soul beyond words, and now Dennis's eager manner suggested a hare-brained Yankee youth who would raise a dust for a week and then be off at something else. He was therefore cool and curt, seeking by frostiness of manner to nip the budding enthusiasm that annoyed him. Dennis heeded him not, but bent every faculty to the mastery of the duties required of him. He was to mop out the store with damp cloths, so as to raise no dust, to look after the furnace and graduate the heat throughout the building, to receive boxes, to assist in packing and un- packing pianos and other musical instruments that occupied part of the upper floors, and to make himself generally use- ful. So far from being an easy position, it was one that required great strength and despatch, and these had been Pat's qualities save when drink got the better of him. For THE NEW BROOM 77 one of his age, Dennis was very strong, and his experience in helping his mother in household duties had made him quick and dexterous, where most young men would have been awkward and slow. After a day or two Mr. Schwartz relaxed his grimness somewhat, for if Dennis worked eagerly he also worked well for a beginner. Still it would require several years of well-doing to satisfy old Schwartz that all was right. But Mr. Ludolph, with his quick insight into character, watched this "new broom" a few days, and then congratulated himself on gaining another decided help toward the object nearest his heart. The other clerks were of German descent, and under Mr. Schwartz's rigid system each one filled his appropriate niche, and performed carefully the duties assigned. Even to Dennis's uncultivated eye there was an inartistic formality about the whole establishment His sense of this was at first but a feeling a vague impression that grew upon him without his quite knowing why. He soon discov- ered, however, that everything was arranged squarely, ac- cording to system, order, and not with a view of placing in the best lights and shadows the beautiful things to be sold. He saw that Mr. Ludolph was annoyed by the same defect. One bright day, when everything stood out with glaring distinctness, he seemed provoked beyond measure by this inartistic rigidity, and stormed through the store at a great rate. "This art building and everybody and everything in it look as if they had swallowed a ramrod," snarled he. "Mr. Schwartz, can't you teach the young men to throw a little ease and grace into the arrangement of the articles under their charge ?" Mr. Schwartz looked at him with a blank, impassive face, and his employer felt that he might as well ask an elephant to teach dancing. Turning suddenly on a stolid youth, he exclaimed, "By the gods! if you have not arranged all the statuettes on your counter in straight lines, and half of them with their 78 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY backs toward the door at which our customers enter ! Here, gather round me -while I give you some ideas of arrange- ment." The clerks gathered around him, while with hands of skill and taste he placed everything artistically. The effect of a little transposition was marvellous, and Mr. Schwartz acknowledged that the groups looked doubly pretty and in- viting. Dennis stood at a respectful distance, but was a close observer. He was the only one who gained much benefit from the lesson, because the only one capable of receiving it. With quick, appreciative eye he saw the grouping needful to produce the desired effect. As Mr. Ludoph looked up he caught Dennis's intelligent gaze. "That is right, Fleet," he said; "you learn, too, if you can, and when you are dusting around see if you cannot combine a little order and grace." From that day forward the hand and taste of Dennis Fleet gradually, and almost imperceptibly at first, gave a new aspect and created a new atmosphere in the "Art Build- ing." But at first he was kept busy enough at his humble routine duties. Every one felt and expressed a little sur- prise at his getting into harness so quickly, but Mr. Schwartz's influence was not conducive to conversation or emotions, however faint. All went forward quietly and orderly, like well-oiled machinery. Customers received every attention, and though many no doubt had the un- defined feeling that something was wrong in the arrange- ment of the store, each found an abundance of beautiful things suited to his taste and purse, and so trade was good, even though the holiday season was over. As for Dennis, he was to a certain extent in Paradise. Nature had given him a deep, earnest love of the beautiful, and a keen perception of it. Though his days were busy indeed, he found time grad- ually to study every pretty thing in the store. Though much was mystery to him as yet, he felt that he had crossed THE NEW BROOM 79 the threshold of a beautiful world the world of art. When a boy in New England he had taken drawing- lessons, and had shown remarkable aptness. While at college, also, he had given some attention to drawing and coloring, but cir- cumstances had prevented him from following the bent of his taste. Now the passion awoke with tenfold force, and he had not been in his place a week before he began to make sketches of little things that pleased him. Some of the pictures and bronzes became almost dear because of the pleasure and inspiration that they occasioned, and at their sale his feeling was akin to regret. Early in the morning, when refreshed and brightened by the night's rest, he would walk through the store as through fairy-land, and, forgetting that he was a humble servitor, would feel as if all were his. But in fact was not his possession truer than that of many whose palace walls glow with every rich gem of art, and yet whose eyes are blind and their hearts dull to the beauty they have paid for ? A few days after his arrival, a little incident occurred that was hard and practical enough, and might justly cause him to feel that he occupied a humble place, not only in the world of art, but in the world in general. There had been a day of rain, slush, and mud. One of the younger clerks had been sent out on an errand, and came in well splashed. Drawing off his boots, he threw them to Dennis, saying: "Here you, Fleet! black my boots as quick as you can. I must go out again. " Dennis reddened, and for a moment drew himself up as if he had been struck. The young man saw it and said, in a loud, coarse tone that could be heard by several custom- ers : ' 4 Vat ! you above your biz ? I thought it vould be so. ' ' Dennis acted with decision. He meant to have the matter settled at once. Picking up the muddy boots, he marched straight into Mr. Ludolph's office. That gentleman looked up, impatient at interruption, and saw his man-of- all- work standing before him with the splashed boots dangling in his hands. 80 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY "Well, what is it?" asked he, sharply. ' * Mr. Berder threw me those boots and told me to black them. Is this a part of my duty here?" said Dennis, in a firm, quiet tone. "Curse it all!" said Mr. Ludolph, with much irritation; 1 'I thought there would be trouble with your uppishness." 4 ' There shall be no trouble whatever, ' ' said Dennis ; ' * but I prefer to take my orders from you, and not from Mr. Berder. If you say this is expected, the disagreeable task shall be done as well as I can do it." Mr. Ludolph looked sharply at the young man for a mo- ment and hesitated. In his heart he felt that he was speak- ing to a gentleman, and that it was not the thing to ask of him such menial work. But his irritation and desire to crush out anything like insubordination prevailed. Still, rather than directly order it, he appealed to the custom of the past, and stepping to the door of the office he called: "Mr. Schwartz, come here! Did Pat black the shoes of the gentlemen of this store ?" "Yes, sir." "You took Pat Murphy's place, did you not?" "Yes, sir," said Dennis. "It seems to me, then, that this settles the question," said Mr. Ludolph, coolly, turning to his writing; but he furtively and carefully watched Dennis's course. Determined to show that he was not above his business, that he accepted the bitter with the sweet, Dennis went up- stairs to his room, got blacking and brush, and taking his station in a corner where Mr. Ludolph could plainly see him through the glass doors of his office, he polished away as vigorously as if that were his only calling. Mr. Ludolph looked and smiled. JELis was a nature that could be pleased with a small triumph like this. But the other clerks, seeing Mr. Berder 's success, and determining to do their part, also, in taking Dennis, "down a peg," as they expressed it, brought their boots, too, and Mr. Berder came with his again in the afternoon. Dennis cleaned and polished away THE NEW BROOM 81 in full view of Mr. Ludolph, who began to realize with vexation that his man- of -all- work would have little time for the duties of the store if he were installed general bootblack of the establishment. But, after this, cold and snow kept the streets dry and clean for some time, and the matter passed on without further notice. Boots were seldom brought to him, and when they were, they were cleaned without a word. In the meantime, his ability and faithful- ness in the discharge of his regular duties, and in some slight degree his taste and judgment, began to be recog- nized, and Mr. Ludolph congratulated himself that in giving Dennis Pat Murphy's place he had made a decided change for the better. 82 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER XI TOO MUCH ALIKE ONE of the duties that Dennis enjoyed most was the opening of new goods. With the curiosity and pleasure of a child he would unpack the treasures of art c&nsigned to his employer, and when a number of boxes were left at the front door he was eager to see their contents. During his first three weeks at the store, there had not been many such arrivals of goods and pictures. But now new things were coming in; and, above all, Mr. Ludolph was daily expecting pictures imported directly from Europe. One afternoon early in February a large flat box was brought to the store. Mr. Ludolph examined its marks, smiled, and told Dennis to open it with great care, cutting every nail with a chisel. There was little need of caution- ing him, for he would have bruised his right hand rather than mar one line of beauty. The "Art Building" contained two or three small show- rooms, where the more valuable pictures could be exhibited in a good light. Into one of these the large box was carried, and most carefully opened. The two clerks who were help- ing Dennis laughed at his eager interest, and called him under their breath a "green 'un." Mr. Schwartz looked upon him as a mild sort of lunatic. But Mr. Ludolph, who stood near, to see if the picture was safe and right, watched him with some curiosity. His manner was certainly very TOO MUCH ALIKE 83 different from Pat Murphy's at such a time, and his interest both amused and pleased his employer. When at last the picture was lifted from the box and placed on a large easel, all exclaimed at its beauty save Dennis. On looking at him, they saw that his eyes had filled with tears, and his lips were quivering so that he could not have spoken. "Is she a relation of yours?" asked Mr. Schwartz, in a matter-of-fact tone. A loud laugh followed this sally from such an unusual source. Dennis turned on his heel, left the room, and busied himself with duties in a distant part of the store the rest of the day. It seemed to him that they were like savages bar- tering away gold and pearls, whose value they could not understand; much less could they realize his possession of a nature of exquisite sensibility to beauty. When all were gone he returned to the room, and sat down before the picture in rapt attention. It was indeed a fine work of art, finished in that painstaking manner char- acteristic of the Germans. The painting was a winter scene in Germany. In the far background rose wooded and snow-clad hills. Nearer in the perspective was a bold bluff, surmounted by a half- ruined castle. At the base of the bluff flowed a river, now a smooth glare of ice, and in the distance figures were wheeling about upon skates. In the immediate foreground were two persons. One was a lovely young girl, dressed in black velvet trimmed with ermine. The basque fitted closely to her person, revealing its graceful outlines, and was evidently adapted to the active sport in which she was engaged. While the rich warm blood mantled her cheeks, the snow was not whiter than her temples and brow. Down her shoulders flowed a profusion of wavy hair, scattered threads of which glistened like gold in the slanting rays of the sun. Her eyes, of a deep violet, were turned, in sym- pathy with the scorn of the full, smiling mouth, upon the figure of a young man kneeling before her, making awkward 84 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY attempts to fasten her skate to the trim little foot. It was evident that the favor was too much for him, and that his fluttering heart made his hands trembling and unskilful. But the expression of the maiden's face clearly indicated that her heart was as cold toward him as the ice on which he kneeled. The extreme beauty of the picture and its exquisite finish fascinated Dennis, while the girl's face jarred upon his feel- ings like a musical discord. After gazing fixedly for a long time, he said, "What possessed the man to paint such a lovely face and make its expression only that of scorn, pride, and heartless merriment?" All the long night the face haunted and troubled him. He saw it in his dreams. It had for him a strong interest that he could not understand that strange fascination which a very beautiful thing that has been marred and wronged has for some natures. So powerful was this im- pression upon his sensitive nature that he caught himself saying, as of a living being, "Oh, that I could give to that face the expression God meant it to have!" And then he laughed at his own folly. His watchfulness caused him to oversleep the next morn- ing, and he was later than usual in getting through the routine duties of the store. At length, about nine o'clock, dusty and begrimed from mopping, feeding the furnace, etc., he stood with duster and brush in hand before the painting that had so disturbed his rest. He was in his shirt- sleeves, and in careful economy had a large coarse apron of ticking girded about his person. His black, dishevelled locks looked like an inverted crow's nest, and altogether he was unpresentable, appearing more like the presiding divinity of a dust-heap than of an "Art Building." After gazing a few moments on the scornful, beautiful face that might have obtained its haughty patrician linea- ments from the old barons of the ruined castle just above, he seemed to grow conscious of this himself, and shrunk TOO MUCH ALIKE 85 behind the picture half ashamed, as if the fair girl could see him. While engaged in cleaning off some stains and marks upon the frame, he did not hear a light footstep in the room. Finishing his task, he stepped out from behind the picture with the purpose of leaving the apartment, when a vision met his gaze which startled him to that de- gree that he dropped his brush and duster upon the floor, and stood transfixed. There before him, in flesh and blood it seemed, stood the lady of the picture the same dress, the same beautiful blond face, and, above all, the same expression. He was made conscious of his absurd position by a suppressed titter from the clerks at the door, and a broad laugh from Mr. Ludolph. The beautiful face turned toward him for a moment, and he felt himself looked over from head to foot. At first there was an expression of vex- ation at the interruption, and then, as if from the ludicrous- ness of his appearance, the old laughing, scornful look returned. Casting a quick, furtive glance at the picture, which seemed to satisfy him, Dennis, with hot cheeks, gathered up his tools and beat a hasty retreat. As he passed out, Mr. Ludolph asked, good naturedly, "Why, Fleet, what is the matter?" "Indeed, sir, I hardly know," answered the bewildered youth, "but it seems to me that I have lost my wits since that picture came. For a moment I thought that the lady on the canvas had stepped out upon the floor." "Now that you speak of it," exclaimed Mr. Ludolph, advancing into the room, "there is a striking resem- blance." "Nonsense! father," Dennis heard the young lady say; "you are too old to flatter. As for that hare-brained youth of the dust- brush, he looked as if he might have the fail- ing of poor Pat, and not always be able to see straight." At this Dennis's cheeks grew hotter still, while a low laugh from one or two of the clerks near showed that they were enjoying his embarrassment. 86 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY Dennis hastened away to his room, and it was well that he did not hear the conversation that followed. "Oh, no!" responded Mr. Ludolph, "that is not Dennis's failing. He is a member of a church in 'good and regular standing.' He will be one of the 'pillars' by and by." "You are always having a fling at superstition and the superstitious," said his daughter, laughingly. "Is that the reason you installed him in Pat's place?" "Can you doubt it, my dear?" replied her father, in mock solemnity. "Well," said she, "I think your new factotum fails de- cidedly in good manners, if nothing else. He stared most impudently at me when he came out from behind the pic- ture. I should have reprimanded him myself if I had not been so full of laughter at his ridiculous appearance." "That's the joke of it. It was as good as a play to see him. I never saw a man more startled and confused. He evidently thought for a moment, as he said, that the girl in the painting had stepped out upon the floor, and that you were she." "How absurd!" exclaimed his daughter. "Yes; and now that I think of it, he glanced from you to the picture, to satisfy himself that his senses were not deceiving him, before he started to come away." "I cannot see any special resemblance," she replied, at the same time inwardly pleased that she should be thought like the beautiful creature on the canvas. "But there is a strong resemblance, " persisted her father, "especially in general effect I will prove it to you. There is old Schwartz; he is not troubled with imagination, but sees things just as they are. He would look at you, my dainty daughter, as if you were a bale of wool, and judge as composedly and accurately." "I fear, my father," replied she, smilingly, "that you have conspired with him to pull the entire bale over my eyes. But let him come." By this time Dennis had returned, and commenced dust- TOO MUCH ALIKE 87 ing some pictures near the entrance, where he could see and hear. He felt impelled by a curiosity that he could not re- sist. Moreover he had a little natural vanity in wishing to show that he was not such a guy, after all. It was hard for him to remember that he stood in Pat Murphy's position. What difference did it make to the lady whether such as he was a fright or not? Mr. Schwartz entered, and at Mr. Ludolph's bidding looked at the living and the painted girl. In his slow, sententious tones, one could not help feeling that he was telling just how things appeared to him. The young lady stood beside the painting and unconsciously assumed the expression of her fair shadow. Indeed it seemed an ex- pression but too habitual to her face. "Yes," he said, "there is a decided resemblance close in dress close in complexion color of hair much the same eyes much alike Miss Ludolph not quite so tall," etc. Then with an awkward attempt at a compliment, like an elephant trying to execute a quickstep, he continued: "If I may be permitted to be so bold as to speak ex- press an opinion I should beg leave to say that Miss Lu- dolph favors herself more favored is better- looking," he blurted out at last, backing out of the door at the same time, with his brow bathed in perspiration from the throes of this great and unwonted effort at gallantry. "Bah!" said Dennis to himself, "the old mole left out the very chief thing in tracing the likeness the expres- sion ! See her now as she listens to his awkward attempt at compliment. She is looking at him with the same scorn- ful, laughing face that the girl in the picture wears toward the bungling admirer at her feet. He is right in one thing though, she is better- looking." But the moment Mr. Schwartz's bulky figure vanished from the doorway, Miss Ludolph caught the critical, intel- ligent gaze of Dennis Fleet, and the expression of her face changed instantly to a frown. But, to do her justice, it was more in vexation with herself than with him. Her innate 88 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY delicacy of feeling showed her that it looked like small van- ity to be standing there while comparisons like the above were instituted. Her manner at once became cold, observ- ant, and thoroughly self-possessed. She stepped out into the store, and by a few keen, critical glances seemed to take in its whole effect. Again disapprobation clouded her fair brow, and she pronounced audibly but one word "Stiff." Then she passed into her father's private office. BLUE BLOOD 89 CHAPTER XII BLUE BLOOD DENNIS'S mind was a chaos of conflicting feelings. The picture had deeply interested him, and so did the beautiful girl that it by strange coincidence so strongly resembled. It could not be otherwise with one of his beauty-loving nature. And yet the impression made by the face in the painting of something wrong, discordant was felt more decidedly in respect to the living face. But before he had time to realize what had just passed the lady and her father appeared at the door of the office, and he heard the latter say: "I know you are right, my dear. It's all wrong. The arrangement of the store is as stiff and methodical as if we were engaged in selling mathe- matical instruments. But I have not time to attend to the matter, and there is not one in the store that has the least idea of artistic combination, unless it is Fleet. I have no- ticed some encouraging symptoms in him." "What! he of the duster and mop? I fear our case is desperate, then, if he is our best hope." Dennis's cheeks were burning again; but, turning his back, he rubbed away harder than ever at a Greek god that he was polishing. But they gave him no thought. Speaking with a sudden animation the young, lady said, "Father, I have a great mind to try it myself that is, if you are willing." "But, my daughter, I could not permit you to be en- gaged in any such employment before our customers." "Certainly not! I would come early in the morning, 90 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY before art-customers are stirring. I really should enjoy the task greatly, if I had any one to help me who could in some faint degree comprehend the effects I wished to produce. The long spring mornings soon to come would be just the time for it. To what better use could I put my taste and knowledge of art than in helping you. and furthering our plan for life?" Mr. Ludolph hesitated between his pride and his strong desire to gain the advantages which the acceptance of this offer would secure. Finally he said: "We will think about it. I am expecting a great many new and beautiful things early in the spring, and no doubt it would be well then to rearrange the store completely, and break up the rigid sys- tem into which we have fallen. In the meantime I appre- ciate your offer, and thank you warmly." Dennis's heart leaped within him at the thought of in- struction from such a teacher, and he longed to offer his services. But he rightly judged that the proposal would be regarded as an impertinence at that time. The succes- sor of Pat Murphy was not expected to know anything of art, or have any appreciation of it. So he bent his head lower, but gave Jupiter Olympus such a rubbing down as the god had deserved long ago. In a moment more Miss Ludolph passed him on her way out of the store, noticing him no more than she did his dust- brush. Mr. Ludolph was the younger son of a noble but impov- erished German family, and was intensely proud of his pa- trician blood. His parents, knowing that he would have to make his own way in the world, had sent him, while a mere boy, to this country, and placed him in charge of a distant relative, who was engaged in the picture-trade in New York. He bad here learned to speak English in his youth with the fluency and accuracy of a native, but had never become Americanized, so much family pride had he inherited, and so strongly did he cling to the traditions of his own land. He showed great business ability in his chosen calling, BLUE BLOOD 91 especially displaying remarkable judgment in the selection of works of art. So unusual was his skill in this direction, that when twenty-one years old he was sent abroad to pur- chase pictures. For several years he travelled through Eu- rope. He became quite cosmopolitan in character, and for a time enjoyed life abundantly. His very business brought him in contact with artists and men of culture, while his taste and love of beauty were daily gratified. He had abundant means, and money could open many doors of pleasure to one who, like him, was in vigorous health and untroubled by a conscience. Moreover, he was able to spend much time in his beloved Germany, and while there the great ambition of his life entered his heart. His elder brother, who was living in exclusive pride and nar- row economy on the ancient but diminished ancestral estate, ever received him graciously. This brother had married, but had not been blessed or cursed with children, for the German baron, with his limited finances, could never de- cide in what light to regard them. Too poor to mingle with his equals, too proud to stoop to those whom he re- garded as inferiors, he had lived much alone, and grown narrower and more bigoted in his family pride day by day. Indeed, that he was Baron Ludolph, was the one great fact of his life. He spent hours in conning over yellow, musty records of the ancient grandeur of his house, and would gloat over heroic deeds of ancestors he never thought of imitating. In brief, he was like a small barnacle on an old and water-logged ship, that once had made many a gallant and prosperous voyage richly freighted, but now had drifted into shallow water and was falling to decay. He made a suggestion, however, to his younger brother, that wakened the ambition of the latter' s stronger nature, and set him about what became his controlling purpose, his life-work. "Make a fortune in America," said his brother, "and come back and restore the ancient wealth and glory of your family." 92 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY The seed fell into receptive soil, and from that day the art and pleasure loving citizen of the world became an ear- nest man with a purpose. But as he chose his purpose mainly from selfish motives it did not become an ennobling one. He now gave double attention to business and practical econ- omy. He at once formed the project of starting in business for himself, and of putting the large profits resulting from his judicious selection of pictures into his own pocket. He made the most careful arrangements, and secured agencies that he could trust in the purchase of pictures after he should return to the United States. During his stay in Paris, on his way back, an event oc- curred that had a most untoward influence on his plans and hopes. He fell desperately in love with a beautiful French woman. Like himself, she was poor, but of patrician blood, and was very fascinating. She attracted him by her extreme beauty and brilliancy. She was very shrewd, and could seem anything she chose, being a perfect actress in the false, hollow life of the world. In accordance with Pari- sian ideas, she wanted a husband to pay her bills, to be a sort of protector and base of general operations. Here was a man who promised well, fine-looking, and, if not rich, capable of making large sums of money. She insinuated herself into his confidence, and appeared to share his enthusiasm for the darling project of his life. He felt that, with such a beautiful and sympathetic woman to spur him on and share his success, earth would be a Para- dise indeed; and she assured him, in many delicate and bewitching ways, that it would. In brief, he married her; and then learned, in bitterness, anger, and disgust, that she had totally deceived him. To his passionate love she returned indifference; to his desire for economy, unbounded extravagance, contracting debts which he must pay to avoid disgrace. She showed an utter unwillingness to leave the gayety of Paris, laughing in his face at his plan of life, and assuring him that she would never live in so stupid a place as Germany. His love died hard. He made every appeal BLUE BLOOD 93 to her that affection prompted. He tried entreaty, tender- ness, coldness, anger, but all in vain. Selfish to the core, loving him not, utterly unscrupulous, she trod upon his quivering heart as recklessly as upon the stones of the street. Soon he saw that, in spite of his vigilance, he was in danger of being betrayed in all respects. Then he grew hard and fierce. The whole of his strong German nature was aroused. In a tone and manner that startled and frightened her, he said: " We sail for New York in three days. Be ready. If you prove unfaithful to me if you seek to desert me, I will kill you. I swear it not by God, for I don't believe in Him. If He existed, such creatures as you would not. But I swear it by my family pride and name, which are dearer to me than life, if you leave a stain upon them you shall die. You need not seek to escape me. I would follow you through the world. I would kill you on the crowded street anywhere, even though I died my- self the next moment. And now look well to your steps." The glitter of his eye was as cold and remorseless as the sheen of steel. She saw that he meant and would do just what he said. The woman had one good point at least, it turned out to be such in this case. She was a coward naturally, and her bad life made her dread nothing so much as death. Her former flippant indifference to his remonstrances now changed into abject fear. He saw her weak side, learned his power, and from that time forward kept her within bounds by a judicious system of terrorism. He took her to New York and commanded her to appear the charming woman she could if she chose. She obeyed, and rather enjoyed the excitement and deceit His friends were delighted with her, but he received their congratula- tions with a grim, quiet smile. At times, though, when she was entertaining them with all grace, beauty, and sweetness, the thought of what she was seemed only a horrid dream. But he had merely to catch her eye, with its gleam of fear and hate, to know the truth. 94 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY He felt that lie could not trust to the continuance of her good behavior, and was anxious to get away among strang- ers as soon as possible. He therefore closed his business re- lations in New York. Though she had crippled him greatly by her extravagance, he had been able to bring out a fair stock of good pictures, and a large number of articles of virtu, selected with his usual taste. The old firm, finding that they could not keep him, offered all the goods he wanted on commission. So in a few weeks he started for Chicago, the most promising city of the West, as he believed, and es- tablished himself there in a modest way. Still the chances were even against him, for he had involved himself heavily, and drawn to the utmost on his credit in starting. If he could not sell largely the first year, he was a broken man. For months the balance wavered, and he lived with finan- cial ruin on one side, and domestic ruin on the other. But, with a heart of ice and nerves of steel, he kept his hand on the helm. His beautiful collection, though in an unpretentious store, at last attracted attention, and after some little time it became the thing in the fashionable world to go there, and from that time forward his fortune was made. When his wife became a mother, there was a faint hope in Mr. Ludolph's heart that this event might awaken the woman within her, if aught of the true woman existed. He tried to treat her with more kindness, but found it would not answer. She mistook it for weakness on his part. From first to last she acted in the most heartless manner, and treated the child with shameless neglect. This ban- ished from her husband even the shadow of regard, and he cursed her to her face. Thenceforth will and ambition controlled his life and hers, and with an iron hand he held her in check. She saw that she was in the power of a des- perate man, who would sacrifice her in a moment if she thwarted him. Through cowardly fear she remained his reluctant but abject slave, pricking him with the pins and needles of BLUE BLOOD 95 annoyances, when she would have pierced him to the heart had she dared. This monstrous state of affairs could not last forever, and, had not death terminated the unnatural relation, some terrible catastrophe would no doubt have occurred. Having contracted a western fever, she soon became delirious, and passed away in this uncon- scious state, to the intense joy and relief of her husband. But the child lived, thrived, and developed into the graceful girl whose beauty surpassed, as we have seen, even the painter's ideal. Her father at first cared little for the infant, but secured it every attention. As it developed into a pretty girl, however, with winning ways, and rich prom- ise, he gradually associated her with his hopes and plans, till at last she became an essential part of his ambition. His plan now was briefly this: He would entangle him- self with no alliances or intimate associations in America, nor would he permit his daughter to do so. His only object in staying here was the accumulation of a large fortune, and to this for a few years he would bend every energy of mind and body. As soon as he felt that he had sufficient means to live in such style as befitted the ancient and honorable name of his family, he would return to Germany, buy all he could of the ancestral estate that from time to time had been parted with, and restore his house to its former gran- deur. He himself would then seek a marriage connection that would strengthen his social position, while his daugh- ter also should make a brilliant alliance with some member of the nobility. Mr. Ludolph was a handsome, well-pre- served man; he had been most successful in business, and was now more rapidly than ever accumulating that which is truly a power with Europeans of blue blood, as with demo- cratic Americans. Moreover, his daughter's beauty prom- ised to be such that, when enhanced by every worldly advantage, it might well command attention in the highest circles. He sought with scrupulous care to give her just the education that would enable her to shine as a star among the high-born. Art, music, and knowledge of literature, 96 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY especially the German, were the main things to which her attention was directed, and in her father, with his richly stored mind, faultless taste, and cultured voice, she had an instructor such as rarely falls to the lot of the most favored. When Christine Ludolph was about sixteen years of age, events occurred which might have greatly marred her father's plans. She secretly formed a most unfortunate attachment, which came near resulting in a clandestine marriage. Although the world would have judged her harshly, and the marriage could only have been exceed- ingly disastrous to her future life, the motherless girl was not very much to blame. Even among the mature there is a proverbial blindness in these matters. She was immature, misled by her imagination, and the victim of uncurbed ro- mantic fancies. But, after all, the chief incentive to her folly was a natural craving for the love and sympathy which she had never found in her own home. To her chilled young heart these gifts were so sweet and satisfying that she was in no mood to criticise the donor, even had her knowledge of the world enabled her to do so. Thus far, in his care of Christine, Mr. Ludolph had conformed to the foreign ideas of seclusion and repression, and the poor girl, unguided, unguarded by kind womanly counsel, was utterly unsophisticated, and she might have easily become the prey of the unscrupulous man whose chief incentive had been her father's wealth. Mr. Ludolph fortunately discovered the state of affairs in time to prevent gossip. Under his re- morseless logic, bitter satire, and ridicule her young dream was torn to shreds. The man whom she had surrounded with a halo of romance was shown to be worthless and com- monplace. Her idol had chiefly been a creature of the im- agination, and when the bald, repulsive truth concerning him had been proved to her in such a way that she could not escape conviction, she was equally disgusted with him and herself. For some weeks Mr. Ludolph treated his daughter with cold distrust. "She will be like her mother, I suppose," BLUE BLOOD 97 he thought. "Already she has begun to deceive me and to imperil everything by her folly;" and his heart was full of bitterness toward his child. Thus the poor girl dwelt in a chilled and blighting atmosphere at a time when she most sorely needed kindness and wise guidance. She was very unhappy, for she saw that her father had lost all confidence in her. She fairly turned sick when she thought of the past. She had lived in the world of romance and mystery; she had loved with all her girlish power; and, however wrongly and unjustly, by the inevitable laws of association she connected the words "love" and "romance" with one whom she now detested and loathed. Within a week after her miserable experience she became as utter a sceptic in regard to human Jove, and happiness flowing from it, as her father had taught her to be respecting God and the joy of believing. Though seemingly a fair young girl, her father had made her worse than a pagan. She believed in nothing save art and her father's wisdom. He seemed to embody the culture and worldly philosophy that now became, in her judgment, the only things worth living for. To gain his confidence became her great desire. But this had received a severe shock. Mr. Ludolph had lost all faith in everything save money and his own will. Keligion was to him a gross superstition, and woman's virtue and truth, poetic fictions. He watched Christine narrowly, and said just enough to draw out the workings of her mind. He then decided to tell his plan for life, and give her strong additional motives for doing his will. The picture he portrayed of the future dazzled her proud, ambitious spirit, and opened to her fancy what then seemed the only path to happiness. She entered into his projects with honest enthusiasm, and bound herself by the most solemn promises to aid in carrying them out. Bat in bitterness he remembered one who had promised with seeming enthusiasm before, and he distrusted his daughter, watching her with lynx-eyed vigilance. But gradually he began to believe in her somewhat, as ROE Y 5 98 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY he saw her looking forward with increasing eagerness to the heaven of German fashionable life, wherein she, rich, ad- mired, allied by marriage to some powerful noble family, should shine a queen in the world of art. U I have joined her aspirations to mine," he said, in self- gratulation. "I have blended our ambitions and sources of hope and enjoyment, and that is better than all her promises." When Dennis saw first the face that was so beautiful and yet so marred by pride and selfishness, Christine was about nineteen years old, and yet as mature in some respects as a woman of thirty. She had the perfect self-possession that familiarity with the best society gives. Mr. Ludolph was now too shrewd to seek safety in seclusion. He went with his daughter into the highest circles of the city, and Chris- tine had crowds of admirers and many offers. All this she enjoyed, but took it coolly as her right, with the air of a Greek goddess accepting the incense that rose in her temple. She was too proud and refined to flirt in the ordinary sense of the word, and no one could complain that she gave much encouragement. But this state of things was all the more stimulating, and each one believed, with confidence in his peculiar attractions, that he might succeed where all others had failed. Miss Ludolph 's admirers were unaware that they had a rival in some as yet unknown German nobleman. At last it passed into a proverb that the beautiful and bril- liant girl who was so free and courtly in society was as cold and unsusceptible as one of her father's statues. Thus it would seem that when circumstances brought the threads of these two lives near each other, Dennis's and Christine's, the most impassable barriers rose between them, and that the threads could never be woven together, or the lives blended. She was the daughter of the wealthy, aristo- cratic Mr. Ludolph; he was her father's porter. Next to the love of art, pride and worldly ambition were her strongest characteristics. She was an unbeliever in God and religion, not from conviction, but from training. She BLUE BLOOD 99 knew very little about either, and what light she had came to her through false mediums. She did not even believe in that which in many young hearts is religion's shadow, love and romance, nor did her father take a more worldly and practical view of life than she. In marked contrast we have seen the character of Dennis Fleet, drawing its inspiration from such different sources. Could two human beings be more widely separated separated in that which divides more surely than conti- nents and seas? Could Dennis have seen her warped, deformed moral nature, as clearly as her beautiful face and form, he would have shrunk from her; but while recognizing defects, he shared the common delusion, that the lovely outward form and face must enshrine much that is noble and ready to blossom into good, if the right motives can be presented. As for Christine, she had one chance for life, one chance for heaven. She was young. Her nature had not so hardened and crystallized in evil as to be beyond new and happier influences. 100 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER XIII VERY COLD WHEN Dennis entered Mr. Ludolph's store Christine was absent on a visit to New York. On her re- turn she resumed her old routine. At this time she and her father were occupy iDg a suite of rooms at a fashionable hotel. Her school- days were over, Mr. Ludolph preferring to complete her education himself in accordance with his peculiar views and tastes. She was just passing into her twentieth year, and looked upon the world ftom the vantage points of health, beauty, wealth, accomplish- ments of the highest order, and the best social standing. Assurance of a long and brilliant career possessed her mind, while pride and beauty were like a coronet upon her brow. She was the world's ideal of a queen. And yet she was not truly happy. There was ever a vague sense of unrest and dissatisfaction at heart. She saw that her father was proud and ambitious in regard to her, but she instinctively felt that he neither loved nor trusted her to any great extent. She seemed to be living in a pal- ace of ice, and at times felt that she was turning into ice herself; but her very humanity and womanhood, deadened and warped though they were, cried out against the cold of a life without God or love. In the depths of her soul she felt that something was wrong, but what, she could not understand. It seemed that she had everything that heart could wish, and that she ought to be satisfied. She had at last concluded that her restlessness was the prompting of a lofty ambition, and that if she chose she VERY COLD 101 could win world- wide celebrity as an artist. This, with the whole force of her strong nature, she had determined to do, and for over two years had worked with an energy akin to enthusiasm. She had resolved that painting should be the solid structure of her success, and music its ornament. Nor were her dreams altogether chimerical, for she had remarkable talent in her chosen field of effort, and had been taught to use the brush and pencil from childhood. She could imitate with skill and taste, and express with great accuracy the musical thought of the composer; but she could not create new effects, and this had already begun to trouble her. She worked hard and patiently, determined to succeed. So great had been her application that her father saw the need of rest and change, and therefore her visit to New York. She had now returned strengthened, and eager for her former studies, and resumed them with tenfold zest. The plan of rearranging the store on artistic principles daily grew in favor with her. It was just the exercise of taste she delighted in, and she hoped some day to indulge it on palace walls that would be her own. Her father's pride caused him to hesitate for some time, but she said: "Why, Chicago is not our home; we shall soon be thousands of miles away. You know how little we really care for the opinions of the people here: it is only our own pride and opinion that we need consult. I see nothing lowering or unfeminine in the work. I shall scarcely touch a thing myself, merely direct; for surely among all in your employ there must be one or two pairs of hands not so utterly awk- ward but that they can follow plain instructions. My taste shall do it all. We are Hoth early risers, and the whole change can be made before the store is opened. Moreover, ' ' she added (with an expression indicating that she would have little difficulty in ruling her future German castle, and its lord also), "this is an affair of our own. Those you employ ought to understand by this time that it is neither wise nor safe to talk of our business outside." 102 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY After a moment's thought she concluded: "I really think that the proper arrangement of everything in the store as to light, display, and effect, so that people of taste will be pleased when they enter, would add thousands of dollars to your sales; and this rigid system of old Schwartz's, which annoys us both beyond endurance, will be broken up." Won over by arguments that accorded with his inclina- tions, Mr. Ludolph gave his daughter permission to carry out the plan in her own way. She usually accompanied her father to the store in the morning. He, after a brief glance around, would go to his private office and attend to correspondence. She would do whatever her mood prompted. Sometimes she would sit down for a half-hour before one picture; again she would examine most critically a statue or a statuette. Whenever new music was received, she looked it over and carried off such pieces as pleased her fancy. She evidently was a privileged character, and no one save her father exercised the slightest control over her movements. She treated all the clerks, save old Schwartz, as if they were animated machines; and by a quiet order, as if she had touched a spring, would set them in motion to do her bidding. The young men in the store were of German descent, and rather heavy and undemonstrative. Mr. Schwartz's system of order and repression had pretty thoroughly quenched them. They were educated to the niches they filled, and seemed to have no thought beyond; therefore they were all unruffled at Miss Ludolph' s air of absolute sovereignty. Mr. Schwartz was as obsequious as the rest, but, as second to her father in power, was per- mitted some slight familiarity. In fact this heavy, stolid prime-minister both amused and annoyed her, and she treated him with the caprice of a child toward an elephant at times giving him the sugar- plum of a compliment, and oftener pricking him with the pin of some caustic remark. To him she was the perfection of womankind her reserved, dispassionate manner, her steady, unwearied prosecution of VERY COLD 103 a purpose, being just the qualities that he most honored; and he worshipped her reverently at a distance, like an old astrologer adoring some particularly bright fixed star. No whisking comets or changing satellites for old Schwartz. As for Dennis, she treated him as she probably had treated Pat Murphy, and for several days had no occasion to notice him at all. In fact he kept out of her way, choos- ing at first to observe rather than be observed. She became an artistic study to him, for her every movement was grace itself, except that there was no softness or gentleness in her manner. Her face fascinated him by its beauty, though its expression troubled him it was so unlike his mother's, so unlike what he felt a woman's ought to be. But her eager interest in that which was becoming so dear to him art would have covered a multitude of sins in his eyes, and with a heart abounding in faith and hope, not yet dimin- ished by hard experience, he believed that the undeveloped angel existed within her. But he remembered her frown when she had first noticed his observation of her. The shrewd Yankee youth saw that her pride would not brook even a curious glance. But while he kept at a most respect- ful distance he felt that there was no such wide gulf be- tween them as she imagined. By birth and education he was as truly entitled to her acquaintance as the young men who sometimes came into the store with her and whom she met in society. Position and wealth were alone wanting, and in spite of his hard experience and lowly work he felt that there must be some way for him, as for others, to win these. He longed for the society of ladies, as every right-feeling young man does, and to one of his nature the grace and beauty of woman were peculiarly attractive. If, before she came, the lovely faces of the pictures had filled the place with a sort of witchery, and created about him an atmos- phere in which his artist- soul was awakening into life and growth, how much more would it be true of this living vision of beauty that glided in and OUT every day! 104 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY "She does not notice me," he at first said to himself, 4 'any more than do these lovely shadows upon the canvas. But why need I care ? I can study both them and her, and thus educate my eye, and I hope my hand, to imitate and perhaps surpass their perfections in time. ' ' But this cool, philosophic mood did not last long. It might answer very well in regard to the pictures on the walls, but there was a magnetism about this living, breath- ing woman that soon caused him to long for the privilege of being near her and speaking to her of that subject that interested them both so deeply. Though he had never seen any of her paintings to know them, he soon saw that she was no novice in such matters and that she looked at works of art with the eye of a connoisseur. In revery he had many a spirited conversation with her, and he trusted that some day his dreams would become real. He had the romantic hope that if she should discover his taste and strong love of art she might at first bestow upon him a patronizing interest which would gradually grow into respect and ac- knowledged equality. SHE SPEAKS TO HIM 105 CHAPTBE XIV SHE SPEAKS TO HIM AFTER the plan for the re- arrangement of the store had been determined upon, Miss Ludolph began to study its topography. She went regularly through the building, examining closely every part and space, some- times sketching a few outlines in a little gilt book. Appar- ently she was seeking by her taste to make the show-rooms pictures in themselves, wherein all the parts should blend harmoniously, and create one beautiful effect. Dennis saw what was coming. The carrying-out of the plan he had heard discussed, and he wished with intense longing that he might be her assistant. But she would as soon have thought of sending for Pat Murphy. She intended to select one of the older clerks to aid her. Still Dennis hoped that by some strange and happy turn of fortune part of this work might fall to him. Every spare moment of early morning and evening he spent in sketching and studying, but he sadly felt the need of instruction, and of money to buy materials. He was merely groping his way as best he might; and he felt that Miss Ludolph could teach him so much, if she would only condescend to the task! He was willing to be a very hum- ble learner at first. If in some way he could only make known his readiness to pick up the crumbs of knowledge that she might be willing out of kindness to scatter in his path, he might expect something from ordinary good nature. But a week or two passed without his receiving so much as a glance from those cold blue eyes that rested so critically 106 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY on all before them; and on an unlucky day in March all hope of help from her vanished. Under the influence of spring the streets were again be- coming muddy, and his duties as bootblack increased daily. He had arranged to perform this menial task in a remote corner of the store, as much out of sight as possible. The duty had become still more disagreeable since the young lady haunted the place, for he feared she would learn to associate him only with the dust-brush and blacking-brush. Just behind where he usually stood, a good picture had been hung, under Mr. Schwartz's system, simply because it accurately fitted the space. It was in a wretched light, and could never be seen or appreciated there, Miss Ludolph in her investigations and plannings discovered this at a time most unfortunate for poor Dennis. While polishing away one morning, he suddenly became conscious that she was approaching. It seemed that she was looking directly at him, and was about to speak. His heart thumped like a trip-hammer, his cheeks burned, and a blur came over his eyes, for he was diffident in ladies' presence. Therefore he stood before her the picture of confusion, with a big boot poised in one hand, and the polishing- brush in the other. With the instincts of a gentleman, however, he made an awkward bow, feeling, though, that under the circumstances his politeness could only appear ridiculous. And he was right. It was evident from the young lady's face that her keen perception of the ridiculous was thoroughly aroused. But for the sake of her own dignity (she cared not a jot for him), she bit her lip to control her desire to laugh in his face, and said, rather sharply, "Will you stand out of my way ?' ' She had spoken to him. He was so mortified and confused that in his effort to obey he partially fell over a bronze sheep, designed to ornament some pastoral scene, and the heel of Mr. Schwartz's heavy boot came down with a thump that made everything ring. There was a titter from some of the clerks. Mr. Ludolph, SHE SPEAKS TO HIM 107 who was following his daughter, exclaimed, u What's the matter, Fleet? You seem rather unsteady, this morning, for a church member." For a moment he had the general appearance usually ascribed to the sheep, his unlucky stumbling-block. But by a strong effort he recovered himself. Deigning no reply, he. set his teeth, compressed his lips, picked up the boot, and polished away as before, trying to look and feel regard- less of all the world. In fact there was as much pride in his face as there had ever been in hers. But, not noticing him, she said to her father: "Here is a specimen. Look where this picture is hung. In bootblack corner I should term it. It would not sell here in a thousand years, for what little light there is would be obscured much of the time by somebody's big boots and the artist in charge. It has evidently been placed here in view of one principle alone dimensions; its length and breadth according with the space in the corner. You will see what a change I will bring about in a month or two, after my plans are ma- tured;" and then she strolled to another part of the store. But, before leaving, Miss Ludolph happened to glance at Dennis's face, and was much struck by its expression. Surely Pat Murphy never would or could look like that. For the first time the thought entered her mind that Dennis might be of a different clay and character from Pat. But the next moment his expression of pride and offended dig- nity, in such close juxtaposition to the big boot lie was twirling almost savagely around, again appealed to her sense of the ludicrous, and she turned away with a broad smile. Dennis, looking up, saw the smile and guessed the cause; and when, a moment after, Mr. Schwartz appeared, asking in his loud, blunt way, "My boots ready?" he felt like flinging both at his head, and leaving the store forever. Handing them to him without a word, he hastened upstairs, for he felt that he must be alone. At first his impulse was strong to rebel to assert that by birth and education he was a gentleman, and must be 108 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY treated as such, or he would go elsewhere. But, as the tumult in his mind calmed, the case became as clear to him as a sum in addition. He had voluntarily taken Pat Mur- phy's place, and why should he complain at Pat's treat- ment ? He had pledged his word that there should be no trouble from his being above his business, and he resolved to keep his word till Providence gave him better work to do. He bathed his hot face in cool water, breathed a brief prayer for strength and patience, and went back to his tasks strong and calm. PROMOTED 109 CHAPTER XV PROMOTED LATE in the afternoon of the same day (which was Saturday), as Mr. Ludolph was passing out of the store on his way home, he noticed the table that he had arranged artistically some little time before as a lesson to his clerks. Gradually it had fallen back into its old straight lines and rigid appearance. He seemed greatly annoyed. "What is the use of re-arranging the store?" he mut- tered. "They will have it all back again on the general principle of a ^ ramrod in a little while. But we have put our hands to this work, and it shall be carried through, even if I discharge half of these wooden- heads. " Then calling the clerk in charge, he said, "Look here, Mr. Berder, I grouped the articles on this counter for you once, did I not?" "Yes, sir." "Let me find them Monday morning just as I arranged them on that occasion." The young man looked as blank and dismayed as if he had been ordered to swallow them all before Monday morning. He went to work and jumbled them up as if that were grouping them, and then asked one or two of the other clerks what they thought of it. They shook their heads, and said it looked worse than before. "I vill study over him all day to-morrow, and den vill 110 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY come early Monday and fix him;" and the perplexed youth took himself off. Dennis felt almost sure that he could arrange it as Mr. Ludolph had done, or with something of the same effect, but did not like to offer his services, not knowing how they would be received, for Mr. Berder had taken special delight in snubbing him. After the duties of the store were over, Dennis wrote to his mother a warm, bright, filial letter, portraying the scene of the day in its comic light, making all manner of fun of himself, that he might hide the fact that he had suffered. But he did not hide it, as a return letter proved, for it was full of sympathy and indignation that her son should be so treated, but also full of praise for his Christian manliness and patience. "And now, my son," she wrote, "let me tell you of at Aast two results of your steady, faithful performance of your present humble duties. The money you send so regularly is more than sufficient for our simple wants. We have every comfort, and 1 am laying something by for sickness and trouble, for both are pretty sure to come before long in this world. In the second place, you have given me that which is far better than money comfort and strength. I feel more and more that we can lean upon you as our earthly support, and not find you a 'broken reed. 1 While so many sons are breaking their mothers' hearts, you are filling mine with hope and joy. I am no prophet- ess, my son, but from the sure word of God I predict for you much happiness and prosperity for thus cheering and providing for your widowed mother. Mark my words. God has tried you and not found you wanting. He will soon give you better work to do work more in keeping with your character and ability." This prediction was fulfilled before Dennis received the letter containing it, and it happened on this wise. Early on Monday morning Mr. Berder appeared and at- tempted the hopeless task of grouping the articles on his PROMOTED 111 table in accordance with Mr. Ludolph's orders. After an hour's work he exclaimed in despair, "I cannot do him to save my life." Dennis at a distance, with a half-amused, half-pitying face, had watched Mr. Berder's wonderful combinations, and when Rip Van Winkle was placed between two to- gated Roman senators, and Ichabod Crane arranged as if making love to a Greek goddess, he came near laughing outright. But when Mr. Berder spoke he approached and said, kindly and respectfully, "Will you let me try to help you?" 44 Yes," said Mr. Berder; * 4 you cannot make dings vorse." Acting upon this ungracious permission, Dennis folded his arms and studied the table for five minutes. 4 'Come," said Mr. Berder, " standing dere and looking so vise as an owl von't help matters. Mr. Ludolph vill be here soon." 4 'I am not losing time," said Dennis; and a moment proved he was not, for, having formed a general plan of arrangement, he went rapidly to work, and in a quarter of an hour could challenge Mr. Ludolph or any other critic to find serious fault. 4 'There! I could do better if I had more time, but I must go to my sweeping and dusting, or Mr. Schwartz will be down on me, and he is pretty heavy, you know. I never saw such a man he can see a grain of dust half across the store." Mr. Berder had looked at Dennis's quick, skilful mo* tions in blank amazement, and then broke out into un- wonted panegyric for him: "I say, Vleet, dot's capital I Where you learn him?" Then in a paroxysm of gener- osity he added, "Dere'a a quarter for you." 44 No, I thank you," said Dennis; "I did not do it for money." 44 Vat did der fool do it for, den, I'd like to know?" muttered Mr. Berder, the philosophy of his life resuming 112 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY its former control. "Saved a quarter, anyhow, and, vat's more, know vere to go next dime der old man comes down on me. ' ' A little after nine Mr. and Miss Ludolph came in, and paused at the table. Dennis, unnoticed, stood behind Ben- jamin Franklin and Joan of Arc, placed lovingly together on another counter, face to face, as if in mutual admiration, and from his hiding-place watched the scene before him with intense anxiety. One thought only filled his mind Would they approve or condemn his taste ? for he had arranged the table on a plan of his own. His heart gave a glad bound when Mr. Ludolph said: "Why, Berder, this is excellent. To be sure you have taken your own method, and followed your own taste, but I find no fault with that, when you pro- duce an effect like this.' 1 "I declare, father," chimed in Miss Ludolph, "this table pleases me greatly. It is a little oasis in this great desert of a store. Mr. Berder, I compliment you on your taste. You shall help me rearrange, artistically, every- thing in the building." Dennis, in his agitation, came near precipitating Benja- min Franklin into the arms of Joan of Arc, a position scarcely in keeping with either character. "Yes, Christine, that is true," continued Mr. Ludolph, 11 Mr. Berder will be just the one to help you, and I am glad you have found one competent. By all the furies! just compare this table with the one next to it, where the Past, Present, and Future have not the slightest regard for each other, and satyrs and angels, philosophers and ban- dits, are mixed up about as closely as in real life. Here, Berder, try you hand at this counter also; and you, young men, gather round and see the difference when art, instead of mathematics, rules the world of art. If this thing goes on, we shall have the golden age back again in the store. ' ' Mr. Berder, though somewhat confused, had received all his compliments with bows and smiles But Dennis, after his thrill of joy at having pleased Mr. and Miss Ludolph 's PROMOTED 113 fastidious taste, felt himself reddening with honest indigna- tion that Mr. Berder should carry off all his laurels before his face. But he resolved to say nothing, knowing that time would right him. When Mr. Ludolph asked the young men to step forward, he came with the others. 4 'That's right, Fleet," said Mr. Ludolph, again, "you can get a useful hint, too, like enough." 44 Nonsense, father," said Miss Ludolph, in a tone not so low but that Dennis heard it; "why spoil a good sweeper and duster by putting uppish notions in his head? He keeps the store cleaner than any man you ever had, and I don't soil my dresses as I used to." Dennis's color heightened a little, and his lips closed more firmly, but he gave no other sign that he heard this limitation of his hope and ambition. But it cut him rather deep. The best he could ever do, then, in her view, was to keep her dresses from being soiled. In the meantime Mr. Berder had shown great embarrass- ment at Mr. Ludolph's unexpected request. After a few moments of awkward hesitation he stammered out that he could do it better alone. The suspicion of keen Mr. Lu- dolph was at once aroused and he persisted: "Oh, come, Mr. Berder, we don't expect you to do your best in a mo- ment, but a person of your taste can certainly make a great change for the better in the table before you." In sheer desperation the entrapped youth attempted the task, but he had not bungled five minutes before Mr. Lu- dolph said, sharply, "Mr. Berder, you did not arrange this table." "Veil," whined Mr. Berder, "I didn't say dot I did." 41 You caused me to believe that you did," said Mr. Lu- dolph, his brow growing dark. "Now, one question, and I wish the truth: Who did arrange this table?" " Vleet, dere, helped me," gasped Mr. Berder. "Helped you? Mr. Fleet, step forward, if you please, for I intend to have the truth of this matter. How much help did Mr. Berder give you in arranging this table?" 114 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY 44 None, sir," said Dennis, looking straight into Mr. Lu- dolph' s eyes. All looked with great surprise at Dennis, especially Miss Ludolph, who regarded him most curiously. "How different he appears from Pat Murphy!" she again thought. "Some one has told a lie, now," said Mr. Ludolph, sternly. 4t Mr. Fleet, 1 shall put you to the same test that Berder failed in. Arrange that counter sufficiently well to prove that it was your hands that arranged this. ' ' Dennis stepped forward promptly, but with a pale face and compressed lips. Feeling that both honor and success were at stake, he grouped and combined everything as be- fore, as far as the articles would permit, having no time to originate a new plan. As he worked, the clerks gazed in open astonishment, Mr. Ludolph looked significantly at his daughter, while she watched him with something of the same wonder which we have when one of the lower animals shows human sagacity and skill. Mr. Ludolph was Napoleonic in other respects than his ambition and selfishness. He was shrewd enough to 4 ' pro- mote on the field for meritorious services." Therefore, as Dennis's task approached completion, he said: 44 That will do, Mr. Fleet, you can finish the work at your leisure. Mr. Berder, you are discharged from this day for deception. I would have borne with your incompetency if you had been truthful. But I never trust any one who has deceived me once," he said, so sternly that even Christine's cheek paled. 4 'Mr. Schwartz will settle with you, and let me never see or hear from you again. Mr. Fleet, I promote you to Mr. Ber- der's counter and pay." Thus this man of the world, without a thought of pity, mercy, or kindly feeling in either case, gave one of his clerks a new impetus toward the devil, and another an im- portant lift toward better things, and then went his way, congratulating himself that all things had worked together for his good, that morning, though where he would find an- PROMOTED 115 other Dennis Fleet to fill Pat's place, again vacant, he did not know. But Miss Ludolph looked at Dennis somewhat kindly, and with a little honest admiration in her face. He was very different from what she had as a matter of course supposed him to be, and liad just done in a quiet, manly way a thing most pleasing to her, so she said with a smile that seemed perfectly heavenly to him, "You are above blacking boots, sir." 116 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER XYI JUST IN TIME AT the close of the day on which Dennis received his promotion, and his horizon was widened so unex- pectedly, Mr. Ludolph, in passing out, noticed him engaged as usual on one of Pat Murphy's old tasks. He stopped and spoke kindly, "Well, Fleet, where am I going to find a man to fill your place made vacant to-day?" "Would you be willing to listen to a suggestion from me?" "Certainly." "If a young boy was employed to black boots, run er- rands, and attend to minor matters, I think that by indus- try 1 might for a while fill both positions. In a short time the furnace will require no further attention. I am a very early riser, and think that by a little good management I can keep the store in order and still be on hand to attend to my counter when customers are about." Mr. Ludolph was much pleased with the proposition, and said, promptly, "You may try it, Fleet, and I will pay you accordingly. Do you know of a boy who will answer?" "I think I do, sir. There is a German lad in my mis- sion class who has interested me very much. His father is really a superior artist, but is throwing himself away with drink, and his mother is engaged in an almost hopeless effort to support the family. They have seen much better days, and their life seems very hard in contrast with the past." JUST IN TIME 117 "Can we trust such a boy? Their very necessities may lead to theft." "They are not of the thieving sort, sir. I am satisfied that they would all starve rather than touch a penny that did not belong to them. ' ' "Very well, then, let him come and see me; but I will hold you responsible for him." Mr. Ludolph, being in a good humor, was disposed to banter Dennis, so he added: "Do you find time to be a mis- sionary, also? Are you not in danger of becoming a 'Jack at all trades' ?" "I am not entitled to the first character, and hope to shun the latter. I merely teach a dozen boys in a mission school on Sundays. ' ' "When you ought to be taking a good long nap, or a row on the lake for fresh air and recreation." "I should be dishonest if I spent my Sabbaths in that way. ' ' "How so?" "I should give the lie to my profession and belief. I must drop the name of Christian when I live for my- self." "And if you should drop it, do you think you would be much the loser ?" "Yes, sir," said Dennis, with quiet emphasis. "You are expecting great reward, in some sort of Para- dise, for your mission work, etc. ?" "Nothing done for God is forgotten or unrewarded." "Believing that, it seems to me that you are looking after self-interest as much as the rest of us," said his employer, with a shrewd smile. Looking straight into Mr. Ludolph's eyes, Dennis said, earnestly: "Without boasting, 1 think that I can say that I try to serve you faithfully. If you could see my heart, I am sure you would find that gratitude for your kindness is a part of my motive, as well as my wages. In the same manner, while 1 do not lose sight of the rich rewards God 118 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY promises and daily gives for the little I can do for Him, I am certain that I can do much out of simple gratitude and love, and ask no reward. ' ' "Ignorance is certainly bliss in your case, young man. Stick to your harmless superstition as long as you can." And he walked away, muttering: "Delusion, delusion! I have not said a word or done a thing for him in which I had not in view my interests only, and yet the poor young fool sees in the main disinterested kindness. Little trouble have the wily priests in imposing on such victims, and so they get their hard-earned wages and set them propagating the delusion in mission schools, when mind and body need change and rest. Suppose there is a Supreme Being in the universe, what a monstrous absurdity to imagine that He would trouble Himself to reward this Yankee youth for teaching a dozen ragamuffins in a tenement- house mission school!" Thus Mr. Ludolph's soliloquy proved that his own pride and selfishness had destroyed the faculty by which he could see God. The blind are not more oblivious to color than he was to those divine qualities which are designed to win and enchain the heart. A man may sadly mutilate his own soul. At a dainty dinner-table Mr. Ludolph and his daughter discussed the events of the day. "I am glad," said the latter, "that he is willing to fill Pat's place, for he keeps everything so clean. A dusty, slovenly store is my abomination. Then it shows that he has no silly, uppish notions so common to these Ameri- cans." (Though born here, Miss Ludolph never thought herself other than a German lady of rank.) "But I do not wish to see him blacking boots again. Yet he is an odd genius. How comical he looked bowing to me with one of Mr. Schwartz's big boots describing a graceful curve on a level with his head. Let old Schwartz black his own boots. He ought to as a punishment for carrying around so much leather. This Fleet must have seen better days. He is like JUST IN TIME 119 all Yankees, however, sharp after the dollar, though he seems more willing to work for it than most of them. 11 'Til wager you a pair of gloves," said her father, "that they get a good percentage of it down at the mission school. He is just the subject for a cunning priest, because he sin- cerely believes in their foolery. He belongs to a tribe now nearly extinct, I imagine the martyrs, who in old-fashioned times died for all sorts of delusions. ' ' "How time mellows and changes everything! There is something heroic and worthy of art in the ancient martyr- doms, while nothing is more repulsive than modern fanati- cism. It is a shame, though, that this young man, with mother and sisters to support, should be robbed of his hard earnings as was Pat Murphy by his priest, and I will try to open his eyes some day. ' ' "I predict for you no success." "Why so? he seems intelligent." "I have not studied character all my life in vain. He would regard you, my fair daughter, as the devil in the form of an angel of light tempting him." "He had better not be so plain-spoken as yourself." "Oh, no need of Fleet's speaking; his face is like the page of an open book. ' ' "Indeed! a face like a sign-board is a most unfortunate one, I should think. ' ' "Most fortunate for us. I wish I could read every one as I can Fleet." "You trust no one, I believe, father." "I believe what I see and know." "I wish I had your power of seeing and knowing. But "how did he get his artistic knowledge and taste ?" "That I have not inquired into fully, as yet. I think he has an unusual native aptness for these things, and gains hints and instruction where others would see nothing. And, as you say, in the better days past he may have had some advantages. ' ' "Well," said she, caressing the greyhound beside her, 120 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY " if .Wolf here should go to the piano and execute an opera, I should not be more astonished than I was this morn- ing." And then their conversation glided off on other topics. After dessert, Mr. Ludolph lighted a cigar and sat down to the evening paper, while his daughter evoked from the piano true after-dinner music light, brilliant, mirth-inspir- ing. Then both adjourned to their private billiard- room. The scene of our story now changes from Mr. Ludolph's luxurious apartments in one of the most fashionable hotels in the city to a forlorn attic in De Koven Street. It is the scene of a struggle as desperate, as heroic, against as tre- mendous odds, as was ever carried on in the days of the Crusades. But as the foremost figure in this long, weary conflict was not an armed and panoplied knight, but merely a poor German woman, only God and the angels took much interest in it. Still upon this evening she was almost van- quished. She seemed to have but one vantage-point left on earth. For a wonder, her husband was comparatively sober, and sat brooding with his head in his hands over the stove where a fire was slowly dying out. The last coal they had was fast turning to ashes. From a cradle came a low, wailing cry. It was that of hunger. On an old chest in a dusky corner sat a boy about thirteen. Though all else was in shadow, his large eyes shone with unnatural brightness, and followed his mother's feeble efforts at the washtub with that expression of premature sadness so pathetic in child- hood. Under a rickety deal table three other and smaller children were devouring some crusts of bread in a ravenous way, like half-famished young animals. In a few moments they came out and clamored for more, addressing not their father; no intuitive turning to him for support but the poor, over-tasked mother. The boy came out of his corner and tried to draw them off and interest them in something else, but they were like a pack of hungry little wolves. The boy's face was almost as sharp and famine- pinched as his JUST IN TIME 121 mother's, but he seemed to have lost all thought of himself in his sorrowful regard for her. As the younger children clamored and dragged upon her, the point of endurance was passed, and the poor woman gave way. With a despairing cry she sank upon a chair and covered her face with her apron. "Oh, mine Gott, Oh, mine Gott," she cried, "I can do not von more stroke if ve all die." In a moment her son had his arms around her neck, and said: "Oh, moder, don't cry, don't cry. Mr. Fleet said God would surely help us in time of trouble if we would only ask Him." "I've ask Him, and ask Him, but der help don't come. I can do no more;" and a tempest of despairing sobs shook her gaunt frame. The boy seemed to have got past tears, and just fixed his large eyes, full of reproach and sorrow, on his father. The man rose and turned his bloodshot eyes slowly around the room. The whole scene, with its meaning, seemed to dawn upon him. His mind was not so clouded by the fumes of liquor but that he could comprehend the supreme misery of the situation. He heard his children crying fairly howling for bread. He saw the wife he had sworn to love and honor, where she had fallen in her unequal conflict, brave, but overpowered. He remembered the wealthy burgher's blooming, courted daughter, whom he had lured away to marry him, a poor artist. He re- membered how, in spite of her father's commands and her mother's tears, she had left home and luxury to follow him throughout the world because of her faith in him and love for him how under her inspiration he had risen to great promise as an artist, till fame and fortune became almost a certainty, and then, under the debasing influence of his terrible appetite, he had dragged her down and down, till now he saw her prematurely old, broken in health, broken in heart fall helplessly before the hard drudgery that she no longer had strength to perform. With a sickening hor- ROE Y 6 122 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY TOT he remembered that he had taken even the pittance she had wrung from that washtub, to feed, not his children, but his accursed appetite for drink. Even his purple, bloated face grew livid as all the past rushed upon him, and despair laid an icy hand upon his heart. A desperate purpose formed itself within his mind. Turning to the wall where hung a noble picture, a lovely landscape, whose rich coloring, warm sunlight, and rural peace formed a sharp, strange contrast with the meagre, famine-stricken apartment, he was about to take it down from its fastening when his hand was arrested by a word "Father!" He turned, and saw his son looking at him with his great eyes full of horror and alarm, as if he were committing a murder. "I tell you I must, and I vill," said he, savagely. His wife looked up, sprang to his side, and with her hands upon his arm, said, "No, Berthold, you must not, you shall not sell dot picture. ' ' He silently pointed to his children crying for bread. * ' Take der dress off my back to sell, but not dot picture. Ve may as veil die before him goes, for ve certainly vill after. Dot is de only ding left of der happy past. Dot, in Gott's hands, is my only hope for der future. Dot picture dells you vat you vas, vat you might be still if you vould only let drink alone. Many's der veary day, many's der long night, I've prayed dot dot picture vould vin you back to your former self, ven tears and sufferings vere in vain. Leave him, and some day he vill tell you so plain vat you are, and vot you can be, dot you break der horrid spell dot chains you, and your artist-soul come again. Leave him, our only hope, and sole bar against despair and death. I vill go and beg a dousand times before dot picture's sold; for if he goes, your artist- soul no more come back, and you're lost, and ve all are lost." The man hesitated. His good angel was pleading with him,, but in vain. JUST IN TIME 123 Stamping his foot with rage and despair, he shouted, hoarsely, "It is top late I am lost now." And he tore the picture from its fastening. His wife sank back against the wall with a groan as if her very soul were departing. But before his rash steps could leave the desolation he had made, he was confronted by the tall form of Dennis Fleet. The man stared at him for a moment as if he had been an apparition, and then said, in a hard tone, "Let me pass!" Dennis had knocked for some time, but such was the excitement within no one had regarded the sound. He had, therefore, heard the wife's appeal and its answer, and from what he knew of the family from his mission scholar, the boy Ernst, comprehended the situation in the main. When, therefore, matters reached the crisis, he opened the door and met the infatuated man as he was about to throw away the last relic of his former self and happier life. With great tact he appeared as if he knew nothing, and quietly taking a chair he sat down with his back against the door, thus barring egress. In a pleasant, affable tone, he said: "Mr. Bruder, I came to see you on a little business to-night. As I was in something of a hurry, and no one appeared to hear my knock, I took the liberty of coming in." The hungry little ones looked at him with their round eyes of childish curiosity, and for a time ceased their clamors. The wife sank into a chair and bowed her head in her hands with the indifference of despair. Hope had gone. A gleam of joy lighted up Ernst's pale face at the sight of his beloved teacher, and he stepped over to his mother and commenced whispering in her ear, but she heeded him not. The man's face wore a sullen, dangerous, yet irresolute expression. It was evident that he half be- lieved that Dennis was knowingly trying to thwart him, and. such was his mad frenzy that he was ready for any desperate deed. 124: BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTEE XVII RESCUED IN A TONE of suppressed excitement, which he tried in vain to render steady, Mr. Bruder said: "You haf der advantage of me, sir. I know not your name. Vat is more, I am not fit for bissiness dis night. Indeed, I haf important bissiness elsewhere. You must excuse me," he added, sternly, advancing toward the door with the picture. "Pardon me, Mr. Bruder," said Dennis, politely. "I throw myself entirely on your courtesy, and must ask as a very great favor that you will not take away that picture till I see it, for that, in part, is what I came for. I am in the picture trade myself, and think I am a tolerably fair judge of paintings. I heard accidentally you had a fine one, and from the glimpse I catch of it, I think I have not been misinformed. If it is for sale, perhaps I can do as well by you as any one else. I am employed in Mr. Ludolph's great store, the 'Art Building.' You probably know all about the place." "Yes, I know him," said the man, calming down some- what. "And now, sir," said Dennis, with a gentle, winning courtesy impossible to resist, "will you do me the favor of showing me your picture?" He treated poor Bruder as a gentleman, and he, having really been one, was naturally inclined to return like cour- tesy. Therefore he said, "Oh, certainly, since you vish to see him. I suppose I might as veil sell him to you as any von else." RESCUED 125 Mr. Binder was a man of violent impulses, and his mad excitement was fast leaving him under Dennis's cool, business-like manner. To gain time was now the great desideratum. The picture having been replaced upon the wall, Mr. Bruder held the lamp so as to throw upon it as good a light as possible. Dennis folded his arms calmly and commenced its study. He had meant to act a part to pretend deep interest and desire for long critical study that he might secure more time, but in a few moments he became honestly absorbed in the beautiful and exquisitely finished landscape. The poor man watched him keenly. Old associations and feelings, seemingly long dead, awoke. As he saw Dennis manifest every mark of true and growing appre- ciation, he perceived that his picture was being studied by a discriminating person. Then his artist- nature began to quicken into life again. His eyes glowed, and glanced rap- idly from Dennis to the painting, back and forth, following up the judgment on each and every part which he saw written in the young man's face. As he watched, some- thing like hope and exultation began to light up his sullen, heavy features; thought and feeling began to spiritualize and ennoble what but a little before had been so coarse and repulsive. Ernst was looking at Dennis in rapt awe, as at a messen- ger from heaven. The poor wife, who had listened in a dull apathy to the conversation, raised her head in sudden and intelligent interest when the picture was replaced upon the wall. It seemed that her every hope was bound up in that. As she saw Dennis and her husband standing before it as she saw the face of the latter begin to assume something of its former look her whole soul came into her great blue eyes, and she watched as if more than life were at stake. If that meagre apartment, with its inmates, their con- trasts of character their expressive faces, could have then 126 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY been portrayed, it would have made a picture with power to move the coldest heart. At last Dennis drew a long breath, turned and gave his hand to the man, saying with hearty emphasis, "Mr. Bruder, you are an artist." The poor man lifted his face to heaven with the same ex- pression of joy and gratitude that had rested on it long, long years ago, when his first real work of merit had received similar praise. His wife saw and remembered it, and, with an ecstatic cry that thrilled Dennis's soul, exclaimed, "Ah! mine Gott be praised ! mine Gott be praised ! his artist- soul come back !" and she threw herself on her husband's neck, and clung to him with hysteric energy. The man melted completely, and bowed his head upon his wife's shoulder, while his whole frame shook with sobs. "I will be back in half an hour," said Dennis, hastily, brushing tears from his own eyes. "Come with me, Ernst." At the foot of the stairs Dennis said: "Take this money, Ernst, and buy bread, butter, tea, milk, and coal, also a nice large steak, for I am going to take supper with you to-night. I will stay here and watch, for your father must not be permitted to go out.' 7 "Oh, Gott bless you! Gott bless you!" said the boy, and he hurried away to do his errand. Dennis walked up and down before the door on guard. Ernst soon returned, and carried the welcome food upstairs. After a little time he stole down again and said: "Father's quiet and queer like. Mother has given the children a good supper and put them to bed. Better come now." "In a few moments more; you go back and sit down quietly and say nothing." After a little Dennis went up and knocked at the door. Mrs. Bruder opened it, and held out her hand. Her quiver- ing lips refused to speak, but her eyes filled with grateful tears. The children were tucked away in bed. Ernst crouched by the fire, eating some bread and butter, for RESCUED 127 he was cold and half -famished. Mr. Bruder sat in the dusky corner with his head in his hands, the picture of de- jection. But, as Dennis entered, he rose and came forward. He tried to speak, but for a moment could not. At last he said, hoarsely: "Mr. Vleet, you haf done me and mine a great kindness. No matter vat the result is, I dank you as I never danked any living being. I believe Gk>tt sent you, but I fear too late. You see before you a miserable wreck. For months and years I haf been a brute, a devil. Dot pic- ture dere show you vat I vas, vat I might haf been. You see vat I am," he added, with an expression of intense loathing. "I see him all to-night as if written in letters of fire, and if dere is a vorse hell dan der von I feel vithin my soul, Gott only knows how I am to endure him." "Mr. Bruder, you say I have done you a favor." "Gott knows you haf." "I want you to do me one in return. I want you to let me be your friend," said Dennis, holding out his hand. The man trembled, hesitated; at last he said, brokenly, "I am not fit to touch your hand." "Mr. Bruder," said Dennis, gently, "I hope that I am a Christian." "Still more, den, I am unfit efer to be in your presence." "What! am I greater than my Master? Did not Christ take the hand of every poor, struggling man on earth that would let Him ? Come, Mr. Bruder, if you have any real gratitude for the little I have done to show my interest in you and yours, grant me my request. ' ' "Do you really mean him ?" he gasped. "Do you really vant to be drunken old Berthold Bruder's friend?" "God is my witness, I do," said Dennis, still holding out his hand. The poor fellow drew a few short, heavy breaths, and then grasped Dennis's hand, and clung to it with the force of a drowning man. "Oh!" said he, after a few moments of deep emotion, J'l feel dot I haf a plank under me now." 128 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY "God grant that you may soon feel that you are on the Kock Christ Jesus, ' ' said Dennis, solemnly. Fearing the reaction of too great and prolonged emotion, Dennis now did everything in his power to calm and quiet his new-found friends. He told them that he boarded at a restaurant, and he asked if he might take supper with them. "Him is yours already," said Mr. Bruder. "No, it isn't," said Dennis "not after I have given it to you. But I want to talk to you about several matters, for I think you can be of great service to me;" and he told them of his experience during the day; that he had been promoted, and that he wanted Ernst to come and aid him in his duties. Then he touched on the matter nearest his heart his own wish to be an artist, his need of instruction and told how by his increase of pay he had now the means of taking lessons, while still able to support his mother and sisters. "And now, Mr. Bruder, I feel that I have been very fortunate in making your acquaintance. You have the touch and tone that i should be overjoyed to acquire. Will you give me lessons ?" "Yes, morning, noon, and night, vithout von shent of pay." "That will not do. I'll not take one on those terms." "I vill do vatever you want me to," said the man, sim- ply, "I vish I could be led and vatched over as a little child." Dennis saw his pathetic self-distrust, and it touched him deeply. "As your friend," he said, with emphasis, "I will not advise you to do anything that I would not do myself." So they arranged that Ernst should go to the store in the morning, and that Dennis should come three nights TO. *he week for lessons. All made a hearty supper save Mr. Bruder. He had reached that desperate stage when his diseased stomach drink only. But a strong cup of tea, and some bread RESCUED 129 that he washed down with it, heartened him a little, and it was evident that he felt better. The light of a faint hope was dawning in his face. Dennis knew something of the physical as well as moral struggle before the poor man, and knew that after all it was exceedingly problematical whether he could be saved. Before he went away he told Mrs. Bruder to make her hus- band some very strong coffee in the morning, and to let him drink it through the day. As for Bruder, he had resolved to die rather than touch another drop of liquor. But how many poor victims of appetite have been haunted to the grave by such resolves shattered and gone almost as soon as made ! After a long, earnest talk, in which much of the past was revealed on both sides, Dennis drew a small Testament from is pocket and said: "Mr. Bruder, I wish to direct your thoughts to a better Friend than I am or can be. Will you let me read you something about Him ?' ' "Yes, and dank you. But choose someding strong suited to me." Dennis read something strong the story of the Demoniac of Gadara, and left him "sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed and in his right mind. ' ' "Mr. Bruder, permit me as your friend to say that I think that is the only safe place for you. Your better self, your true manhood, has been overpowered by the demon of in- temperance. I do not undervalue human will and purpose, but I think you need a divine, all-powerful Deliverer." "I know you are right," said Mr. Bruder. "I haf re- solved ofer and ofer again, only to do vorse, and sink deeper at der next temptation, till at last I gave up trying. Unless I am sustained by some strength greater dan mine, I haf no hope. I feel dot your human sympathy and kind- ness vill be a great help to me, and somehow I dake him as an earnest dot Gott vil be kind to me too. ' ' "Oh, Mr. Fleet!" he continued, as Dennis rose to go, u how much I owe to you! I vas in hell on earth ven you 130 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY came. I vould haf been in hell beneath before morning. I proposed, from the proceeds of dot picture, to indulge in von more delirium, and den seek to quench all in der vaters of derlake." Dennis shuddered, but said: "And I believe that God purposes that you should have a good life here, and a happy life in heaven. Co- work with Him." "If He vill help me, I'll try," said the man, humbly. "Good-night, and Gott bless you;" and he almost crushed Dennis's hand. As the young man turned to Mrs. Bruder, he was much struck by her appearance : she was very pale, and a wonder- ful light shone from her eyes. She took his hand in both of hers, and looked at him for a moment with an expression he could never forget, and then slowly pointed heavenward without a word. Dennis hastened away, much overcome by his own feel- ings. But the silent, deserted streets seemed luminous, such was the joy of his heart. MISS LUDOLPH MAKES A D1SGOVERY 131 CHAPTEK XVIII MISS LUDOLPH MAKES A DISCOVERY SEVERAL hours were measured off by the clock of a neighboring steeple before Dennis's excited mind was sufficiently calm to permit sleep, and even then he often started up from some fantastic dream in which the Bruders and Mr. and Miss Ludolph acted strange parts. At last he seemed to hear exquisite music. As the song rose and fell, it thrilled him with delight. Suddenly it appeared to break into a thousand pieces, and fall scatter- ing on the ground, like a broken string of pearls, and this musical trash, as it were, awoke him. The sun was shin- ing brightly into the room, and all the air seemed vibrating with sweet sounds. He started up and realized that he had greatly overslept. Much vexed, he began to dress in haste, when he was startled by a brilliant prelude on the piano, and a voice of wonderful power and sweetness struck into an air that he had never heard before. Soon the whole building was resonant with music, and Dennis stood spell- bound till the strange, rich sounds died away, as before, in a few instrumental notes that had seemed in his dream like the song breaking into glittering fragments. 4 'It must be Miss Ludolph," thought Dennis. "And can she sing like that? What an angel true faith would make of her! Oh, how could I oversleep so!" And he dressed in breathless haste. In going down to the second floor, he found a piano open and new music upon it, which Miss Ludolph had evidently been trying; but she was not there. Yet a peculiar delicate perfume which the young 132 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY lady always used pervaded the place, even as her song had seemed to pulsate through the air after it had ceased. She could not be far off. Stepping to a picture show-room over the front door, Dennis found her sitting quietly before a large painting, sketching one of the figures in it. "I learned from my father that you were a very early riser, ' ' she said, looking up for a moment, and then resum- ing her work. "1 fear there is some mistake about it. If we are ever to get through rearranging the store you will have to curtail your morning naps." "I most sincerely beg your pardon. I never overslept so before. But I was out late last night, and passed through a most painful scene, that so disturbed me that I could not sleep till nearly morning, and I find to my great vexation that I have overslept. I promise you it shall not happen "I am not sure of that, if you are out late in Chicago, and passing through painful scenes. I should say that this city was a peculiarly bad place for a young man to be out late in." 41 It was an experience wholly unexpected to me, and I hope it may never occur again. It was a scene of trouble that I had no hand in making, but which even humanity would not permit me to leave at once." "Not a scene of measles or smallpox, I hope. I am told that your mission people are indulging in these things most of the time. You have not been exposed to any contagious disease?" "I assure you I have not." "Very well; be ready to assist me to-morrow morning, for we have no slight task before us, and I wish to com- plete it as soon as possible. I shall be here at half-past six, and do not promise to sing you awake every morning. Were you not a little startled to hear such unwonted sounds echoing through the prosaic old store?" "I was indeed. At first I could not believe that it was a human voice. " MISS LUDOLPH MAKES A DISCOVERY 133 4 'That is rather an equivocal compliment." "I did not mean to speak in compliment at all, but to say in all sincerity that I have seldom heard such heavenly music. ' ' 14 Perhaps you have never heard very much of any kind, or else your imagination overshadows your other faculties. In fact I think it does, for did you not at first regard me as a painted lady who had stepped from the canvas to the floor?" "I confess that I was greatly confused and startled." "In what respect did you see such a close resemblance ?" Dennis hesitated. "Are you not able to tell?" asked she. "Yes," said Dennis, with heightened color, "but I do not like to say." "But I wish you to say," said she, wih a slightly imperi- ous tone. "Well, then, since you wish me to speak frankly, it was your expression. As you stood by the picture you uncon- sciously assumed the look and manner of the painted girl. And all the evening and morning I had been troubling over the picture and wondering how an artist could paint so lovely a face, and make it express only scorn and pride. It seemed to me that such a face ought to have been put to nobler uses. ' ' Miss Ludolph bit her lip and looked a little annoyed, but turning to Dennis she said, with some curiosity: "You are not a bit like the man who preceded you. How did you come to take his place?" "I am poor, and will gratefully do any honest work rather than beg or starve." "I wish all the poor were of the same mind, but, from the way they drag on us who have something to give, I think the rule is usually the other way. Very well, that will answer; since you have asked papa to let you continue to do Pat's duties, you had better be about them, though it is not so late as you think;" and she turned to her sketch- ing in such a way as to quietly dismiss him. 134 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY She evidently regarded him with some interest and curi- osity, as a unique specimen of the genus homo, and, look- ing upon him as a humble dependant, was inclined to speak to him freely and draw him out for her amusement. On going downstairs he saw that Mr. Ludolph was writ- ing in his office. He was an early riser, and sometimes, entering the side door by a pass key before the store was opened, would secure an extra hour for business. He shook his head at Dennis, but said nothing. By movements wonderfully quick and dexterous Den- nis went through his wonted tasks, and at eight o'clock, the usual hour, the store was ready for opening. Mr. Ludolph often caught glimpses of him as he darted to and fro, his cheeks glowing, and every act suggesting superabundant life. He sighed and said: "After all, that young fellow is to be envied. He is getting more out of existence than most of us. He enjoys everything, and does even hard work with a zest that makes it play. There will be no keeping him down, for he seems possessed by the concentrated vim of this driving Yankee nation. Then he has a world of delusions besides that seem grand realities. Well, it is a sad thing to grow old and wise. ' ' Indeed it is, in Mr. Ludolph's style. When Dennis opened the front door, there was Ernst cowering in the March winds, and fairly trembling in the flutter of his hopes and fears. Dennis gave him a hearty grasp of the hand and drew him in, saying, "Don't be afraid: I'll take care of you." The boy's heart clung to him as the vine tendril clasps the oak, and, upheld by Dennis's strength, he entered what was to him wonderland indeed. Mr. Ludolph looked him over as he and his daughter passed out on their return to breakfast, and said, "He will answer if he is strong enough." He saw nothing in that child's face to fear. Dennis assured him with a significant glance, which Mr. MISS LUDOLPH MAKES A DISCOVERY 135 Ludolph understood as referring to better fare, that "he would grow strong fast now." Miss Ludolph was at once interested in the boy's pale face and large, spiritual eyes; and she resolved to sketch them before good living had destroyed the artistic eSect. Under kindly instruction, the boy took readily to his duties, and promised soon to become very helpful. At noon Dennis took him out to lunch, and the poor, half- starved lad feasted as he had not for many a long day. The afternoon mail brought Dennis his mother's letter, and he wondered that her prediction should be fulfilled even before it reached him, and thus again his faith was strengthened. He smiled and said to himself, "Mother lives so near the heavenly land that she seems to get the news thence before any one else." During the day a lady who was talking to Mr. Ludolph turned and said to Dennis: "How prettily you have ar- ranged this table! Let me see; I think I will take that little group of bronzes. They make a very nice effect together." Dennis, with his heart swelling that he had arrived at the dignity of salesman, with much politeness, which evi- dently pleased the lady, assured her that they would be sent promptly to her address. Mr. Ludolph looked on as if all was a matter of course while she was present, but afterward said: "You are on the right track, Fleet. You no'w see the practical result of a little thought and grace in arrangement. In matters of art, people will pay almost as much for these as for the things themselves. The lady would not have bought those bronzes under Berder's system. When things are grouped rightly, people see just what they want, and buy the effect as well as the articles;" and with this judicious praise Mr. Ludolph passed on, better pleased with himself even than with Dennis. But, as old Bill Cronk had intimated, such a peck of 136 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY oats was almost too much for Dennis, and he felt that he was in danger of becoming too highly elated. After closing the store, he wrote a brief but graphic let- ter to his mother, describing his promotion, and expressing much sympathy for poor Berder. Eegarding himself as on the crest of prosperity's wave, he felt a strong commisera- tion for every degree and condition of troubled humanity, and even could sigh over unlucky Berder 's deserved tribu- lations. About eight o'clock he started to see his new friends in De Koven Street, and take his lesson in drawing. They welcomed him warmly, for they evidently looked upon him as the one who might save them from the engulfing waves of misfortune and evil. The children were very different from the clamorous little wolves of the night before. No longer hungry, they were happy in the corner, with some rude playthings, talk- ing and cooing together like a flock of young birds. Ernst was washing the tea-things, while his mother cared for the baby, recalling to Dennis, with a rush of tender memories, his mother and his boyhood tasks. Mr. Bruder still sat in the dusky corner. The day had been a hard one for him. Having nothing to do in the present, he had lived the mis- erable past over and over again. At times his strength almost gave way, but his wife would say, "Be patient! your friend Mr. Fleet will be in soon. 1 ' From a few hints of what had passed, Dennis saw the trouble at once. Mr. Bruder must have occupation. Af- ter a few kindly generalities, they two got together, as con- genial spirits, before the rescued picture; and soon both were absorbed in the mysteries of the divine art. As the wife looked at the kindling, interested face of her husband, she murmured to herself over and over again, like the sweet refrain of a song, "His artist- soul haf come back; it truly haf." The lesson that night could be no more than a talk on general principles and rules. But Mr. Bruder soon found MISS LUDOLPH MAKES A DISCOVERY 137 that he had an apt scholar, and Dennis's enthusiasm kindled his own flagging zeal, and the artist-soul awakening within him, as his wife believed, longed to express itself as of old in glowing colors. Moreover, his ambition was renewed in this promising pupil. Naturally generous, and understanding his noble profession, he felt his poor benumbed heart stir and glow at the thought of aiding this eager aspirant to become what he had hoped to be. He might live again in the richer and better-guided genius of his scholar. "I will send you by Ernst in the morning some sketch- ing paper, materials, and canvas, and you can prepare some studies for me. I will let him bring some drawings and col- orings that I have made of late in odd moments, and you can see about how advanced I am, and what faults I have fallen into while groping my own way. And I am going to send you some canvas, also, for I am quite sure that if you paint a picture Mr. Ludolph will buy it." The man's face brightened visibly at this. 41 Will you let your friend make a suggestion ?" continued Dennis. * ' You can command me, ' ' said Mr. Bruder, with emphasis. 4 'No; friends never do that; but I would like to suggest that at first you take some simple subject, that you can soon finish, and leave efforts that require more time for the future. That picture there shows what you can do, and you need to work now more from the commercial standpoint than the artist's." After a moment's thought, the man said, " You are right. As I look around dis room, and see our needs, I see dat you are right. Do' I meant to attempt someding difficult, to show Mr. Ludolph vat I could do." 4 'That will all come in good time; and now, my friend, good-night." The next day was far more tolerable for poor Bruder, because he was occupied, and he found it much easier to resist the clamors of appetite. 138 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY Dennis's sketches interested him greatly, for, though they showed the natural defects of one who had received little instruction, both power and originality were manifest in their execution. "He, too, can be an artist, if he vill," was his emphatic comment, after looking them over. He prepared one study, to be continued under his own eye, and another for Dennis to work at alone. Afterward he sat down to something for himself. He thought a few moments, and then outlined rapidly as his subject the figure of a man dashing a wineglass to the ground. As he worked, his wife smiled encouragement to him as of old, and often looked upward in thankfulness to Heaven. WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH HIM? 139 CHAPTER XIX WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH HIM? THE sun was just tingeing the eastern horizon with light when Dennis sprang from his bed on the following morning. He vowed that Miss Ludolph should never have cause to complain of him again; for, great as was the luxury of being awakened by such ex- quisite music, it was one that he could not afford. It must be confessed that he gave a little more care than usual that morning to his toilet; but his resources were very limited. Still, as nature had done so much for him, he could not complain. By half -past six his duties in the store were accomplished, and brushed and furbished up as far as possible, he stood outside the door awaiting his fair task- mis tress. Sometimes he wondered at the strange fas- cination she exercised over him, but generally ended by ascribing it to her beauty and love of art. A little after the time appointed she appeared with her father, and seemed pleased at Dennis's readiness for work. "I shall not have to sing you awake this morning," she said, "and I am glad, for I am in a mood for business." She was attired in a close-fitting walking-dress that set off her graceful person finely. It was evident that her ener- getic nature would permit no statuesque repose while Dennis worked, but that she had come prepared for active measures. She had inherited a good constitution, which, under her father's direction, had been strengthened and confirmed by due regard to hygienic rules. Therefore she had reached the stage of early womanhood abounding in vitality and capable of great endurance. Active, graceful motion was 140 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY as natural to her as it is for a swallow to be on the wing. The moment she dropped her book, palette, or pencil, she was on her feet, her healthful nature seeming like a moun- tain brook, that, checked for a time in its flow, soon over- leaps its bounds and speeds on more swiftly than ever. But the strange part of this superabundant activity was, that she never seemed to do anything in an abrupt way, as from mere impulse. Every act glided into another smoothly and gracefully. Her lithe, willowy figure, neither slight nor stout, was peculiarly adapted to her style of movement. She delighted in the game of billiards, for the quick move- ments and varied attitudes permitted, and the precision re- quired, were all suited to her taste; and she had gained such marvellous skill that even her father, with his practiced hand, was scarcely her match. As she tripped lightly up the long winding stairs to the show-room over the front door where their labors were to begin, she appeared to Dennis the very embodiment of grace and beauty. And yet she seemed so cold and self-centred, so devoid of warm human interest in the great world of love, joy, and suffering, that she repelled while she fascinated. "If the blood should come into the cheeks of one of her father's statues, and the white marble eyes turn to violet blue, and the snowy hair to wavy gold, and it should spring from its pedestal into just such life, it would be more like her than any woman I ever saw,' 7 thought Dennis, as he stood for a moment or two waiting to do her bidding. Her plans had been thoroughly matured, and she acted with decision. Pointing to the side opposite the door the side which would naturally strike the eye of the visitor first she said, "I wish all the pictures taken down from that wall and placed around the room so that I can see them." She began as an absolute dictator, intending to give no hint of her plans and purposes except as conveyed by clear, terse orders. But these had so intelligent and appreciative an interpreter in Dennis, that gradually her attention was drawn to him as well as to his work. WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH HIM f 141 He had his step-ladder ready, and with a celerity de- cidedly pleasing, soon placed the pictures safely on the floor, so that she could still see them and judge of their character. Though his dexterous manner and careful handling of the pictures were gratifying, it must be con- fessed that his supple form, the graceful and varied atti- tudes he unconsciously assumed in his work, pleased her more, and she secretly began to study him as an artistic subject, as he had studied her. In her complacency she said: "So far, very well, Mr. Fleet. I congratulate myself that I have you to assist me, instead of that awkward fraud, Mr. Berder. " "And 1 assure you, Miss Ludolph, that I have longed intensely for this privilege ever since I knew your purpose." "You may have cause to reepnt, like many another whose wishes have been gratified; for your privilege will involve a great deal of hard work." "The more the better," said Dennis, warmly. "How so ? I should think you had more to do now than you would care about." "Work is no burden to one of my years and strength, provided it is suited to one's tastes. Moreover, I confess that I hope to derive great advantages from this labor." "In what way ?" she asked, with a slight frown, imagin- ing that he thought of extra pay. "Because unconsciously you will give me instruction, and I hope that you are not unwilling that I should gain such hints and suggestions as 1 can from the display of your taste that I must witness." "Not at all," said she, laughing. "I see that you are ambitious to learn your business and rise in the store." "I am ambitious to gain a knowledge of one of the noblest callings." "What is that?" "Art." "What!" said she, with a half -scornful smile; "are you a disciple of art?" 142 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY "Yes; why not?" "Well, I do not wish to hurt your feelings, but, to tell you the honest truth, it seems but the other day that you were Pat Murphy." "But am I a Pat Murphy?" he asked, with gentle dignity. "No, Mr. Fleet; I will do you the justice to say that I think you very much above your station." "I am sufficiently a democrat, Miss Ludolph, to believe that a man can be a man in any honest work." "And I, Mr. Fleet, am not in the least degree a democrat." Which fact she proceeded to prove by ordering him about for the next hour like the most absolute little despot that ever queened it over a servile province in the dark ages. But it was rather difficult to keep up this style of dictatorship with Dennis. He seemed so intelligent and polite that she often had it to her tongue to ask his oj ion on certain points. Toward the last she did so, and the opinion he gave, she admitted to herself, was judicious; but for a purpose of her own she disregarded it, and took a different way. Dennis at once saw through her plan of arrangement. In the centre of that side of the room which he had cleared,, she caused him to hang one of the largest and finest tures, which, under Mr. Schwartz's management, had^been placed in a corner. Around the central painting all the others were to be grouped, according to color, subject, and merit. At the same time each wall was to have a character of its own. Such a task as this would require no little thought, study, and comparison; and Miss Ludolph was one to see delicate points of difference which most observ- ers would not notice. It was her purpose to make the room bloom out naturally like a great flower. This careful selec- tion of pictures was necessarily slow, and Dennis rejoiced that their united work would not soon be over. To her surprise she often saw his eyes instinctively turn- WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH HIM? 143 ing to the same picture that she was about to select, and perceived that he had divined her plan without a word of explanation, and that his taste was constantly according with hers in producing the desired effects. Though all this filled her with astonishment, she revealed no sign of it to him. At eight she said: "That will do for to-day. We have made a good beginning better indeed than I had hoped. But how is it, Mr. Fleet, since you are such an -uncompro- mising democrat, that you permit a young lady to order you about in this style ?" Dennis smiled and said: "It seems perfectly natural for you to speak in this way, and it does not appear offensive as it might in another. Moreover, I have voluntarily taken this position and am in honor bound to accept all it involves. ' ' "But which was the controlling motive of your mind?" "Well, a few seem born to command, and it is a pleasure to obey, ' ' said Dennis, paying a strong but honest compli- ment to the natural little autocrat. "Indeed, Mr. Fleet, do church members flatter?" said she, secretly much pleased. "1 did not mean to flatter," said he, flushing. "They who have power should use it like the All-powerful gently, considerately. 7 ' It was her turn to flush now, and she said, "Oh, I per- ceive, the compliment was the sugar-coating of the little homily to follow." "I have no such diplomacy as you credit me with," said Dennis, looking straight into her eyes with honest frank- ness. "I merely spoke my passing thought." "But he has fine eyes," said she to herself, and then she said to him: "Very well, I certainly will give you credit for being superior to your position. Be ready again to-morrow at the same hour;" and with a smile somewhat kindly she vanished. Somehow she seemed to take the light out of the room with her. The pictures suddenly looked tame and ordi- 144 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY nary, and everything commonplace. Here was an effect not exactly artistic, which he could not understand. He sighed, he scarcely knew why. But the day's duties came with a rush, and soon he was utterly absorbed in them. That evening Dennis was much cheered by Mr. Bruder's comments on his sketches. ''Considering de advantages you haf had, an de little time you can give, dey are very goot. You haf fallen into de natural faults of dose who work alone, but ve can soon cure dese. Now here is some vork dat I vant you to do under my eye, and dat study on outlining you can take home. Moreover, I can give you some lessons in outlining from my own picture;" and Mr. Bruder showed him what he had done. Dennis saw in the clear, vigorous profile the artist's thought, and congratulated himself that his teacher was a master in his profession. For two hours they worked and talked, and Dennis felt that every such lesson would be a long step forward. Poor Bruder looked more and more like himself every day, but God only knew how he had to struggle. "I don't know how him vill end," he said. "I pray nearly every minute, but sometimes I feel dat I must drink even do' I die dat moment. ' ' It was disease as well as appetite that he was fighting, for appetite indulged beyond a certain point becomes disease. His wife's face was different also the sharp look of mis- ery fading out of it. Dennis noticed the changes, and thought to himself, while walking home: "After all, the highest art is to bring out on the living face all we can of God's lost image. How beautiful the changes in these two poor people's faces! and the best part of it is, that they are the reflex of changes going on in the soul, the imperishable part." Then, in quick and natural transition, his mind reverted to Christine Ludolph; and the thought of her face, which. WHAT IS THE MATTE8 WITH HIM? 145 God had fashioned so fair, but which was already sadly marred by sin, becoming fixed and rigid in pride and self- ishness, was as painful as if, according to an old legend, her lithe, active form should gradually turn to stone. But if the reverse could ever be true if the beautifying Christian graces could dwell within her soul and light up her face as lamps illumining some rare and quaint trans- parency, the resulting loveliness would realize the artist's fondest ideal. Musing thus, what wonder that he vowed then and there, under the starlight, to pray and work for her till the new life should illumine her heart. Little dreamed Christine, as she slept that night, that the first link of a chain which might bind her to heaven had been forged. The dawn was late and lowering on the following morn- ing. Great masses of clouds swept across the sky, and soon the rain was falling in gusty torrents. Dennis rose and hastened through his duties as before, and was ready at the hour appointed, but had little hope of seeing Miss Ludolph. Still he opened the door and looked up the street. To his surprise he saw her coming, attended by her father's valet. Only part of her glowing face was vis- ible, for she was incased from head to foot in a light and delicate suit of rubber. Dennis opened the door, and she stepped quickly in, scattering spray on every side like a sea-nymph. The young man looked at her with open-eyed admiration and surprise, which both amused and pleased her. "True enough," she thought, "his face is like a sign- board. ' ' She seemed to him, as she threw off her wet coverings, like an exquisite flower, that, lifted by the breeze after a storm, scatters the burdensome rain- drops on every side and stands up more beautiful and blooming than ever. "You were not expecting me, I imagine," she said. "Well, I must admit I scarcely did, and yet I could not help looking for you." ROE Y 7 146 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY ''Isn't that a distinction without a difference?" she asked, with a pleasant smile, for she was gratified at not finding the store closed and dark. "I am very glad you have come," he replied, flushing slightly with pleasure, "for it would have been a long, dreary morning if you had not. ' ' Dennis thought he referred to the lack of occupation. He did not know, nor did she notice, that he meant the lack of herself. "Well," said she, "I am glad you like the work, for you are destined to have enough of it." IS HE A GENTLEMAN? 147 CHAPTER XX IS HE A GENTLEMAN? THE days and weeks that followed were to Dennis such as only come once in a lifetime, and not in every lifetime either. A true, pure love was growing up within his heart growing as the little child develops in strength and pleasurable life, and yet unconsciously to itself. It seemed as if some strong magician's wand had touched the world or him. Everything was transfigured, and no wonderland was more full of interest than that in which he existed. His life was a waking dream, in which nothing was distinct or definite, but all things abounded in hope and happy suggestion. He compared it afterward to a tropical island of the Pacific, a blissful fragment of life by itself, utterly distinct from the hard, struggling years that preceded, and the painful awakening that followed. Even the place of his daily toil was pervaded by a beau- tiful presence. For many days he and Christine worked to- gether, and at last her eyes had rested on, or her fingers had touched, nearly everything in the store, and therefore all was associated with her. Throughout their labors his quick sympathy and appreciation, made him almost hands and feet to her, and she regarded him as a miracle of helpfulness one of those humble, useful creatures who are born to wait upon and interpret the wishes of the rich and great. His admiring glances disturbed her not and raised no suspicion in her mind. She had been accustomed to such for years, and took them as a matter of course. She treated the young men whom she met in society with 148 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY a courtly ease and freedom, but her smiles and repartee ever seemed like brilliant moonlight that had no warmth; and, while no restraint appeared, she still kept all at a distance. There was a marked difference in her intercourse with Den- nis. Kegarding him as too humble ever to presume upon her frankness, she daily spoke more freely, and more truly acted out herself before him. She was happy and in her element among the beautiful works of art they were arrang- ing, and in this atmosphere her womanly nature, chilled and dwarfed though it was, would often manifest itself in ways sweet and unexpected. Under no other circumstances could she have appeared so well. She as often spoke to herself in racy comment on what was before her as to Dennis, and ever and anon would make some pleasant remark to him, as she might throw a dainty morsel to her greyhound Wolf, looking wistfully at her while she dined. At the same time it must be confessed that she had a growing respect for him, as she daily saw some new proof of his intelligence and taste; but both education and disposition inclined her instinctively to the old feudal idea that even genius, if poor, must wait a humble servitor on wealth and rank, and where a New England girl would have been saying to herself, 4 'This gifted, educated man is my equal, and, whether I want to or not, I ought to treat him as such," she was not troubled at all. To her, he was her father's clerk and man- of-all-work, a most useful, trusted, and agreeable servant, and she was kind to him as such. Indeed the little auto- crat was kind to every one that pleased her. She was a benign queen to obedient subjects, but woe to those who were otherwise. To Dennis, however, though he realized it not, she was becoming as the very apple of his eye. He was learning to regard her with a deeper interest because of the very defects that he plainly recognized. While on the one hand he had the enthusiastic love caused by his admira- tion for her, on the other he felt the tenderer and greater love which was the result of pity. He tried to account for IS HE A GENTLEMAN? 149 his feelings toward her by the usual sophistries of uncon- scious lovers. It was friendship; it was artistic interest in her beauty; it was the absorbing, unselfish regard of a Christian for one providentially commended to him to be led out of darkness into light. How could he help think- ing of one for whom he prayed night and morning and every hour in the day ? It was all this, but he was soon to learn that it was a great deal more. And so the days of occupation and companionship passed ; the spell worked on with increasing and bewildering power, and the crisis could not be delayed much longer. One morning in the latter part of April she seemed more gracious than usual. Their labors were drawing to a close, and, as he had proved so tasteful and efficient in the store, she concluded that he might be equally useful in other ways and places. She could command him at the store, but not in respect to a task that she had in view; so she adopted a little feminine artifice as old as the time when Eve handed Adam the apple, and she looked at him in such a way that he could not refuse. Blind, honest Dennis, it is needless to say, saw nothing of this little strategy of which he was destined to be the happy, willing victim, and his love expanded and bloomed under the genial light of her presence and kindness, like the flowers of the convolvulus in a bright dawn of June. She brought her general graciousness to a definite and blissful climax by saying, when about to go home, "Well, Mr. Fleet, you have done better than usual to-day, and I cer- tainly must give you credit for possessing more taste than any young man of my acquaintance. ' ' Dennis's heart gave as great a bound as if the laurel crown of all the Olympic games had been placed upon his brow. "I am now going to ask a favor," she continued. "You may command me, Miss Ludolph," interrupted Dennis. "No, not in this case," she replied. "Whatever you do 150 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY will be regarded as a personal favor to me. At the same time it will afford you scope for such display of your taste as will secure many compliments." "If I am able to satisfy you I shall be more than com- pensated," said Dennis with a bow. She smiled and thought to herself, "That isn't bad for a porter and man-of-all-work, " and explained as follows: "Some young ladies and gentlemen have decided upon giving an entertainment, consisting of music, tableaux, and statuary. Now, in regard to the two latter parts, we need above all things some person of taste like yourself, whose critical eye and dexterous hand will insure everything to be just right. You will be a sort of general stage manager and superintendent, you know. I feel sure you will be all the more willing to enter upon this work when you know that the proceeds are to go toward the Church of the Holy Vir- gin. This is going to be a very select affair, and the tick- ets are five dollars each." "Is it a Protestant church?" asked Dennis, in some trepidation. "Oh, certainly," she answered, with a peculiar smile, "an Episcopal church." "It seems a strange name for a Protestant church," said Dennis. "It is enough for me that you wish it; at the same time it certainly is a pleasure to contribute what little I can to aid any Christian organization." "Come, Mr. Fleet, you are narrow," she said, with a controversial twinkle in her eye. "Why not toward a Catholic church?" "I fear that all people with decided religious opinions are sometimes regarded as narrow," he answered, with a smile. "That is an inadequate answer to my question," she said; "but I will not find fault since you have so good- naturedly acceded to my request. Come to No. Wa- bash Avenue at three this afternoon. Papa gives you leave of absence." IS HE A GENTLEMAN? 151 She vanished, and figuratively the sun went down to Dennis, and he was in twilight till he should see her again. He looked forward to the afternoon with almost feverish eagerness, for several reasons. It would be his first intro- duction to "good society," for as such the unsophisticated youth regarded the prospect. He had the natural longing of a young, healthful nature for the companionship of those of his own age and culture, and his life in the great city had often been very lonely. He expected, as a matter of course, to be treated as an equal at the artistic entertainment in which he was to participate. In his business relations at the store he had taken a subordinate position and made up his mind to the logical consequences. But now that he was invited to a private house, and would appear there possessing all the qualities of a gentleman, he surely would be treated as one. "Is not this Chicago, whose citizens were nearly all poor a few years ago?" he thought; "and surely, if what Miss Ludolph says is true, I have advantages in my taste over most poor young men." Moreover, it was his ideal of an entertainment, where art and music should take the place of the coarser pleasures of eating, drinking, and danc- ing. Chief of all, Christine would be there, and even he in his blindness became a little uneasy and self-conscious as he realized how this thought towered above the others. She had given him a list of the things he was to bring with him in the afternoon, and he occupied every spare mo- ment in getting them ready. At a quarter past two he sum- moned the carman of the store, and they loaded up the mis- cellaneous cargo needed for the coming mysteries, and by three all were before the large elegant mansion to which he had been directed. Dennis rang the bell and was shown by a servant into the front parlor, where he found Miss Ludolph, Miss Brown, a tall, haughty brunette, and the young lady of the house, Miss Winthrop, a bright, sunny- faced blonde, and two or three other young ladies of no special coloring or character, being indebted mainly to their toilets for their attractions. Dennis bowed to Miss 152 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY Ludolph, and then turned toward the other ladies, expect- ing as a matter of course to be introduced. No introduc- tion came, but his expectant manner was so obvious that Miss Ludolph colored and looked annoyed, and the other young ladies tittered outright. Advancing a step or two she said, coldly, "Mr. Fleet, you may help Mapes carry the things into the back parlor, and then we will direct you as to the arrangement. ' ' Dennis crimsoned painfully. At first he was too con- fused to think, and merely obeyed mechanically. Then came the impulse to say boldly that this kind of thing might answer at the store, but not here, and he nearly carried it out; but soon followed the sober second thought, that such action would bring a blight over all his prospects, and involve the loss of his position at the store. Such giv- ing way to passion would injure only himself. They would laugh, and merely suffer a momentary annoyance; to him and his the result would be most disastrous. Why should he let those who cared not a jot for him cause such sad injury ? By the time he had carried his first armful into the back parlor, he had resolved for his mother and sisters' sakes that he would go through the following scenes as well as he could, and then turn his back on society till he could enter it a recognized gentleman ; and with compressed lips and flashing eye he mentally vowed that that day should soon come. As he was unpacking his materials he could not help hearing the conversation in the front parlor. "Did you ever see such presumption?" exclaimed Miss Brown. "He evidently expected to be introduced, and that we should rise and courtesy all around. ' ' "He must have seen better days, for he certainly ap- peared like a gentleman," said Miss Winthrop. , "I should hardly give that title to a man who swept a store out every morning," replied Miss Brown. "No, indeed I" chorused the three colorless young ladies. 18 HE A GENTLEMAN? 153 "I know nothing about this young man," said Miss Win- throp, ruffling her plumage somewhat for an argument, of which she was fond; "but, as a case in hand, suppose a highly educated and refined man for some reason swept a store out every morning, what would you call him?" and she looked around as if she had given a poser. The colorless young ladies looked blank their natural expression. "Nonsense!" said the positive Miss Brown; "such men don't sweep stores. He may have passed current in some country village, but that is not our set." "But the case is certainly supposable," retorted Miss Winthrop, more intent upon her argument than upon Den- nis. "Come, what does the Countess say ?" she asked, turn- ing to Christine; for that was the familiar name by which she went among her young companions. "The case is not supposable, but actual," she answered, so distinctly that it seemed that she meant Dennis to hear. "As far as I have any means of judging, he is a refined, educated man, and I have learned from papa that his mo- tive in sweeping the store is the support of his mother and sisters certainly a very worthy one. To your question, Susie, I answer unhesitatingly that in accordance with your American principles and professions he is a gentleman, and you ought to treat him as such. But you Americans are sometimes wonderfully inconsistent, and there is often a marvellously wide margin between your boasted equality and the reality. Now in Europe these questions have been settled for ages, and birth and rank define a person's posi- tion accurately. ' ' "I do not believe in equality," said Miss Brown, with a toss of her head. (Her father was a mighty brewer, but he and hers were in character and antecedents something like the froth on their own beer.) Miss Winthrop was a little embarrassed at finding her supposed case a real one, for it might involve some practical action on her part. Many an ardent advocate of the people 154 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY in theory gives them practically the cold shoulder, and is content to stay on the summit of Mt. Olympus. She was a girl of good impulses and strong convictions of abstract right, but rarely had either the courage or the opportunity to carry them out. She was of the old Boston family of Winthrops, and therefore could meet Miss Ludolph on her own ground in the way of pedigree. But, however Dennis fared, she felt that she must look after her argument, and, having conquered theoretically as far as America was concerned, determined to carry war into Europe, so she said: "Are you not mistaken in saying that birth and rank only settle position abroad ? Some of the most honored names there are or were untitled. " 4 'Oh, certainly, but they were persons of great genius, and genius is the highest patent of nobility. But I leave you republicans to settle this question to suit yourselves. I am going to look after the preparations for this evening, as 1 have set my heart on a success that shall ring through the city." But they all flocked after her into the back parlor, now doubly interesting as it contained an object of curiosity in Dennis Fleet a veritable gentleman who swept a store. CHRISTINE'S IDEA OF CHRISTIANS 155 CHAPTER XXI CHRISTINE'S IDEA OF CHRISTIANS THE large apartment where the amateur performers ex- pected to win their laurels was now filled with all the paraphernalia needed to produce musical, artis- tic, and scenic effects. Much had been gathered before Den- nis's arrival, and his cart-load added all that was necessary. Everything seemed in inextricable confusion. The idea of having anything here to-night!" exclaimed Miss Winthrop. "It will take us a week to get things arranged." "The thing is hopeless," said the blank young ladies. Even Christine looked somewhat dismayed, but she said, "Eemember we have till half -past eight." 4 ' I will call two or three of the servants, ' ' said Miss Brown. "I beg of you do not, at least not yet," exclaimed Chris- tine. "What will their clumsy hands do in work like this, but mar everything. I have great faith in Mr. Fleet's abil- ities, " she continued, turning toward Dennis, with an en- chanting smile, and resuming the tactics of the morning. Though the smile went to Dennis's heart like a fiery arrow, his pride, thoroughly aroused, made him cold and self- possessed. He naturally assumed the manner possible only to the true gentleman who, though wronged, chooses not to show his feelings save by a grave, quiet dignity. In view of their action and manner, he consciously felt himself their superior; and this impression, like an atmosphere, was felt by them also. As they looked upon his tall, erect form, manly bearing, and large dark eyes, in which still lurked 156 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY the fire of an honest indignation, they felt the impossibility of ordering him about like Mapes the carman. They re- garded him for a moment in awkward silence, not knowing what to do or say. Even haughty Christine was embar- rassed, for the stronger spirit was present and thoroughly aroused, and it overpowered the weaker natures. Christine had never seen Dennis look like that, and did not know that he could. He was so different from the eager, humble servitor that heretofore had interpreted her very wishes, even before they were spoken! Moreover, the success of their entertainment now depended upon him, and she felt that he was in a mood requiring delicate treatment, and that she could not order him around in the role to which she had assigned him. And yet if she had known him, she might, for he had made up his mind to go through even the most menial service with proud humility, and then be careful not to be so caught again; and, when Dennis had resolved upon a thing, that settled the question so far as he was concerned. Seeing Christine's hesitation and em- barrassment, he stepped forward and said: "Miss Ludolph, if you will indicate your wishes I will carry them out as rapidly as possible. I can soon bring order out of this con- fusion; and you must have some plan of arrangement." She gave him a quick, grateful glance, that thawed more of his ice than he cared to have melt so quickly. "Of course we have," said she. "This is but the ner- vous hesitation before the shock of a battle that has all been planned on paper. Here is our programme." "All battles do not go forward in the field as planned on paper, if my feeble memory serves me," said Miss Win- throp, maliciously. "I grant you that," said Christine, quietly, "and you need not tax your memory so greatly to prove it." She was now very kind and gracious to Dennis, believ- ing that to be the best policy. It usually is, but she re- ceived no special proof of it from him: he listened alike to request, suggestion, and compliment. There was nothing CHRISTINE'S IDEA OF CHRISTIANS 157 sullen or morose in his appearance, nothing resentful or rude. With the utmost respect he heard all she said, and carried out her wishes with that deft, graceful promptness in which he had few equals. At the same time his manner was that of one who thoroughly respected himself that of a refined and cultivated person, who, having become committed to a disagreeable part, performed it with only the protest of dignified silence. As his first step, he cleared a space for action, and ar- ranged everything to be in view when needed. The rapidity with which order emerged from confusion was marvellous to the young ladies. Then he took their programme, studied it a few mo- ments, and compared it with the pictures of the scenes they wished to imitate. He then arranged for these one after an- other, placing everything needed within reach, and where it could readily be seen, making the combinations before- hand as far as possible. As he worked so intelligently and skilfully, requiring so few explanations, the young ladies exchanged significant glances, and strolled into the front parlor. They must express an opinion. "I declare, Christine," said Miss Winthrop, "it is a shame that you did not introduce him, for he is a gentle- man. He works like a captive prince." "How romantic!" gushed the colorless young ladies. "Nonsense!" said Miss Brown; "I hate to see any one in his position putting on such airs." As soon as she had seen Dennis fairly at work just like her mother's servants, or her father's men, she felt that he ought to be treated as such riches being Miss Brown's patent of nobility; and she resolved if possible to lower his ridiculous pride, as she regarded it. Miss Brown was a very handsome, stylish girl of a certain type, but she no more understood Dennis's feelings than she did Sanscrit. Christine said nothing, but admitted to herself, with a secret wonder, that Dennis awakened in her a respect, a sort of fear, that no other man had inspired, save her father. 158 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY There was something in his manner, though altogether re- spectful, that made her feel that he was not to be trifled with. This impression was decidedly heightened when, a few moments later, Miss Brown, pursuant of her resolution to lower Dennis's pride, ordered him in an offensive manner to do something for her that had no connection with the entertainment. At first he acted as if he had not heard her, but his rising color showed that he had. In spite of warn- ing glances from Christine and Miss Winthrop, she repeated her request in a loud, imperious tone. Dennis drew himself up to his full height, and, turning his dark eyes full upon her, said, firmly, "I am ever ready to offer any service that a gentleman can to a lady, but surely I am not your footman." "Your pride is ridiculous, sir. You are here to help, and will be paid for it. This is my house, and I expect persons of your position, while in it, to do as they are bidden." ' ' Since such are the rules and principles of your house, permit me at once to leave you in full possession;" and he was about to retire with a manner as cold as Mr. Ludolph himself could have assumed, and as haughty, when a light hand fell upon his arm. Looking down he met the deep blue eyes of Christine Ludolph lifted pleadingly to his. 44 Mr. Fleet, you need not do what is asked. It is not right to require it. In fact we all owe you an apology. ' ' Then, in a low, quick tone, she added, "Will you not stay as a favor to me?" She felt his arm tremble under her hand, there was a moment's hesitation, then he replied, in the same manner, "Miss Ludolph, you can command me on this occasion" (there was no promise for the future) ; and then he turned to his work as if resolved to see and know nothing else till the ordeal ended. In spite of herself Christine blushed, but taking Miss Brown by the arm she led her aside and gave her a vigorous lecture. CHRISTINE'S IDEA OF CHRISTIANS 159 "Are you sane?" she said. "Do you not remember that nearly a thousand dollars' worth of tickets are sold, and that the people will be here by half-past eight, and at nine we must appear ? Even after what he has done, if you should drive him away the thing would be a failure, and we should be the ridiculous town-talk for a year." "But I hate" "No matter what you hate. Treat him as you please to- morrow. We need him now;" and so the petted, wilful girl, spoiled by money and flattery, was kept under restraint. A great deal of preparation was required for the last two pieces on the programme, and the young ladies grouped themselves not far off while Dennis worked. Christine explained from time to time as the natural leader of the party. Still an awkward silence followed the scene above described. This restraint could not long endure, and one of the colorless young ladies asked a question that led to more than she intended, and indeed, more than she under- stood. "Christine, what do you do with yourself Sundays? Your pew is not occupied once in an age." "I usually paint most of the day, and ride out with papa in the afternoon when it is pleasant." "Why, you are a perfect little heathen!" they all ex- claimed in chorus. "Yes, I suppose I am worse than a pagan," she said, "for I not only do not believe in your superstitions, but have none of my own." "What do you believe in, then?" asked Miss Winthrop. "Art, music, fame, power." She announced her creed so coolly and decidedly thai Dennis lifted a startled face to hers. She saw his grieved, astonished expression, and it amused her very much. Henceforth she spoke as much for his benefit as for theirs. "If you would be equally honest,' ' she continued, "you 160 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY would find that your creeds also are very different from the one in the prayer-book." 4 'And what would mine be, pray," asked one of the colorless young ladies. "1 will sum it up in one sentence, Miss Jones 'Keep in the fashion. 7 " "I think that you are very unjust. I'm sure I go to church regularly, and attend a great many services in Lent and on Saints' days. I've been confirmed, and all that." "Yes, it is the thing to do in your set. Now, here is Miss Winthrop, a Presbyterian, who manifests quite another religious phase." 4 'Pray what is mine?" asked that lady, laughing. "Oh, you want hair-splitting in regard to the high doc- trines clear, brilliant arguments, cutting like sharp, merci- less steel into the beliefs of other denominations. Then, after your ism has been glorified for an hour on Sunday morning, and all other isms pierced and lashed, you descend from your intellectual heights, eat a good dinner, take a nap, and live like the rest of us till the next Sabbath, when (if it is a fine day) you climb some other theological peak, far beyond the limits of perpetual snow, and there take another bird's-eye view of something that might be found very different if you were nearer to it, " "And what is my phase?" asked Miss Brown. "Oh, you are an out-and-out sinner, and do just what you please, in spite of priest or prayer-book," said Chris- tine, with a laugh in which all the ladies joined. "Well," said Miss Brown, "I do not think that I am worse than the rest of you. ' ' "Not in the least," replied Christine. "We all have some form of religion, or none at all, as it accords with our peculiar tastes." "And you mean to say that having a religion or not is a mere matter of taste?" asked Miss Winthrop. "Yes, 1 should say it was, and practically that it is. You ladies, and nearly all that I have met, seem to choose CHRISTINE'S IDEA OF CHRISTIANS 161 a style of religion suited to your tastes; and the tastes of many incline them to have no religion at all." "Why, Miss Ludolph!" exclaimed Miss Winthrop, her cheeks glowing with honest dissent and zeal for the truth; 4 'our religion is taken from the Bible. Do you not believe in the Bible?" "No! not in the sense in which you ask the question; nor you either, my charming Miss Winthrop." "Indeed I do, every word of it," said the orthodox young lady, hotly. "Let me test you. Miss Brown, have you such a book in the house ? Oh, yes, here is an elegantly bound copy, but looking as if never opened. And now, Miss Winthrop, this city is full of all sorts of horrid people, living in alleys and tenement houses. They are poor, half-naked, hungry, and sometimes starving. Many are in prison, and more ought to be; many are strangers, more utterly alone and lonely in our crowded streets than on a desert island. They are suffering from varieties of disgusting disease, and having a hard time generally. How many hungry people have you fed? How many strangers (1 do not mean distinguished ones from abroad) have you taken in and comforted ? How many of the naked have you clothed ? And how long is your list of the sick and imprisoned that you have visited, my luxurious little lady?" A real pallor overspread Miss Winthrop's sunny face, for she saw what was coming, but she answered, honestly, "I have done practically nothing of all this." Then she added: "Papa and mamma are not willing that I should visit such places and people. I have asked that I might, but they always discourage me, and tell of the awful ex- periences of those who do." "Then they don't believe the Bible, either," said Chris- tine; "for if they did they would insist on your doing it; and if you believed you would do all this in spite of them; for see what is written here; the very Being that you wor- ship and dedicate your churcnes to will say, because of your 162 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY not doing this, 'Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels.' And this is but one of many similar passages. Now all this is a monstrous fable to me. The idea of any such experiences awaiting my light-hearted little Sybarite here!" Miss Winthrop had buried her face in her hands, and was trembling from head to foot. The words of God never seemed so real and true before as now when uttered by an unbeliever. "I don't believe there is any such place or things," said Miss Brown, bluntly. "There spake my mature and thoughtful friend who is not to be imposed upon," said Christine, with a touch of irony in her tone. Dennis had listened in sad wonder. Such words of cyn- ical unbelief were in dark, terrible contrast with the fair young face. He saw the mind and training of her father in all she said, but he bitterly condemned the worldly, in- consistent life of multitudes in the church who do more to confirm unbelievers than all their sophistries. But as she went on, seemingly having the argument all her own way, his whole soul burned to meet and refute her fatal views. For her own sake and the others' as well as for the dishon- ored name of his Lord, he must in some way turn the tide. Though regarded as a humble servitor, having no right to take part in the conversation, he determined that his hands must lift up the standard of truth if no others would or could. To his joy he found that the programme would soon give him the coveted opportunity. Christine went on with a voice as smooth and musical as the flow of a stream over a glacier. "I have read the Bible several times, and that is more than all of you can say, I think. It is a wonderful book, and has been the inspiration of some of our best art. There are parts that I enjoy reading very much for their sublimity and peculiarity. But who pretends to live as this old and partially obsolete book teaches? Take iny father, for in- CHRISTINE'S IDEA OF CHRISTIANS 163 stance. All the gentlemen in the church that I know of can do, and are accustomed to do, just what he does, and some I think do much worse; and yet he is an infidel, as you would term him. And as to the ladies, not the Bible, but fashion rules them with a rod of iron. I have cut free from it all, and art shall be my religion and the inspiration of my life." As Christine talked on, the twilight deepened, and Dennis worked with increasing eagerness. "After all," she continued, "it is only history repeating itself. The educated mind to-day stands in the same atti- tude toward Christianity as that of the cultured mind of Greece and Kome toward the older mythology in the second century. Then as now the form of religion was kept up, but belief in its truth was fast dying out. The cities abounded in gorgeous temples, and were thronged with worshippers, but they sacrificed at the dictates of fashion, custom, and law, not of faith. So our cities are adorned with splendid churches, and fashion and the tastes of the congregation decide as to the form of service. The sects differ widely with each other, and all differ with the Bible. The ancients gave no more respect to what was regarded as the will of their imaginary deities than do modern Christians to the precepts of the Bible. People went to the ceremonies, got through with them, and then did what they pleased; and so they do now. "Take for instance one of your commonest doctrines, that of prayer; the majority have no practical belief in it. My father has taken me, and out of curiosity I have attended several prayer meetings. The merest fraction of the con- gregation are present at the best of times, and if the night is stormy the number out is ridiculously small. Yet all profess to believe that the Lord of heaven and earth will be present, and that it is His will that they should be. Your Bible teaches that the Being who controls completely the destiny of every person will be in the midst of those gathered in His name, to hear and answer their petitions. 164 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY If this is true, then no earthly ruler was every so neglected and insulted, so generally ignored, as this very Deity to whom you ascribe unlimited power, and from whom you say you receive life and everything. An eastern despot would take off the heads of those who treated him in such a style; and a republican politician would scoff at the idea of giving office to such lukewarm followers. Why, here in Christian Chicago the will of God is no more heeded by the majority than that of the Emperor of China, and the Bible might as well be the Koran. Looking at these facts from my impartial standpoint, I am driven to one of two alterna- tives: either you regard your God as so kind and good, so merciful, that you can trespass on His forbearance to any extent, and treat Him with a neglect and an indifference that none would manifest toward the pettiest earthly poten- tate, and still all will be well; or else you have no real practical belief in your religion. Though not very charita- bly inclined, I cannot think quite so meanly of human nature as to take the former view, so I am driven to the latter. For surely no man who wished to live and prosper, no woman who loved her husband and children, could so coolly and continually disregard the Deity in whom they profess to believe, with the old Greek poet, that they 'live, move, and have their being. ' ' The twilight deepened, and Christine continued, her words, portraying the decline of faith, according ominously with the increasing gloom. "Why, in order to see the truth of what I am saying, look at the emblem of your faith the Cross. All its his- torical associations are those of self-denial, and suffering for others. The Founder of your faith endured death upon it. He was a great, good man like Socrates, though no doubt a mistaken enthusiast. But what He meant He said plainly and clearly, as, for instance, 4 Whosoever doth not bear his cross and come after Me cannot be My disciple.' I admit that in the past He had a wonderful following. In the ages of martyrdom multitudes left all, and endured all that He CHRISTINE'S IDEA OF CHRISTIANS 165 did, for His sake. But so there have been other great lead- ers with equally devoted followers. But in this practical age religious enthusiasm has but little chance. What crosses do the members of the Church of the Holy Virgin take up ? and what are borne by your great rich church, Miss Winthrop? The shrewd people of this day manage better, and put their crosses on the top of the church. I suppose they reason that the stone tower can carry it for the whole congregation, on the principle of a labor-saving machine. But, honestly, your modern disciples are no more like their Master than one of the pale, slim, white- kidded gentlemen who will be here to-night is like Richard Coeur de Lion as he led a charge against the Moslems. Your cross is dwindling to a mere pretty ornament an emblem of a past that is fast fading from men's memories. It will never have the power to inspire the heart again, as when the Crusaders " At that moment their eyes were blinded by a sudden, dazzling light. There was a general and startled exclama- tion, and then, awe- struck and silent, they gazed as if spell- bound upon a luminous cross blazing before them. 166 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER XXII EQUAL TO AN" EMERGENCY THE fiery cross that so awed Christine and her little group of auditors was to be the closing scene of the evening entertainment. It was of metal, and by a skilful adjustment of jets was made to appear as if all aflame. While the others were intent on Christine's words, and she in the interest of her theme had quite forgotten him, Dennis made all his arrangements, and at the critical point narrated in the preceding chapter he turned on the gas with the most startling effect. It seemed a living, vivid refutation of Christine's words, and even she turned pale. After a moment, for the emblem to make its full impression, Dennis stepped out before them all, his face lighted up by the luminous cross. They admitted that no crusader could look more earnest and brave than he. "Miss Ludolph," he said, in a firm, yet respectful tone, "I should evermore be unworthy of your respect and confi- dence what is more, I should be false to myself, false to my faith should I remain silent in view of what I have been compelled to hear. That sacred emblem has not spent its meaning, or its power. Millions to-day would die for the sake of Him who suffered on it. Many even of those weak, inconsistent ones that you have so justly condemned would part with life rather than with the faint hope that centres there," pointing to the radiant symbol. "You are rude, sir," said Christine, her face pale, but her eyes flashing in turn. "No, he is right! he is right!" exclaimed Miss Win- EQUAL TO AN EMERGENCY 167 throp, springing up with tears in her eyes. "Undeserving as I am of the name of Christian, I would die, I know I would die, before I would give up my poor little hope though I confess you make me fear that it is a false one. But it's the best I have, and I mean it shall be better. I think a good touch of persecution, that would bring people out, would do the church more good than anything else. 4 'Pardon me, Miss Ludolph, " continued Dennis; "but I appeal to your sense of justice. Could I be a true man and be silent, believing what I do ? Could I hear the name of my Best Friend thus spoken of, and say not one word in His behalf?" "But I spoke most highly of the Christ of the Bible." "You spoke of Him as a great, good, but mistaken mem, an enthusiast. To me He is the mighty God, my Divine Saviour, to whom I owe infinitely more than life. You know that I mean no disrespect to you," he added, with gentle but manly courtesy. "I regret more deeply than words can express that you honestly think as you do. But if 1 as honestly believe the Bible, am I not acting as you said a true follower ought ? For I assure you it is a heavier cross than you can ever know to speak thus un- bidden where I am regarded only as a serving-man. But should I not be false and cowardly if I held my peace ? And if you afterward should know that I claimed the name of Christian, would you not despise me as you remembered this scene ?' ' Christine bit her lip and hesitated, but her sense of jus- tice prevailed, and she said, "1 not only pardon you, but commend your course in view of your evident sincerity." Dennis replied by a low bow. At this moment there was a loud ring at the door. "There come the gentlemen," exclaimed Miss Brown. "I am so glad! Oh, dear! what a long, uncomfortable preachment we have had! Now for some fun!" The colorless young ladies had stared first at Christine, and then at the cross, in blank amazement. 168 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY At the word "gentlemen" they were all on the alert and ready for real life; but Miss Winthrop left the room for a short time. A handsome, lively youth entered, scattering bows and compliments on every side with the off-hand ease of an accomplished society man. He paid no heed to Dennis, evidently regarding him as the showman. "Well, ladies, you have done your part," he said; "your arrangements seem complete." "Yes, Mr. Mellen; but where is our tenor?" asked Christine. "We have only three-quarters of an hour for music rehearsal, before we must retire to dress for our parts. ' ' "Bad news for you, Miss Ludolph, " said Mr. Mellen, coming to her side; "Archer is sick and can't come." "Can't come?" they all exclaimed in dismayed chorus. "What is the matter?" asked Miss Winthrop, anx- iously, coming in at that moment. "Matter enough," said Miss Brown, poutingly; "that horrid Archer has gone and got sick. 1 do believe he did it on purpose. He did not know his parts near as well as he ought, and he has taken this way to get out of it. ' ' "But he promised me he would study them all the morning," said Christine. "Oh, I am so sorry! What shall we do ? Our entertainment seems fated to be a failure;" and she spoke in a tone of deep disappoint- ment. "I assure you I feel the deepest sympathy for you," said Mr. Mellen, looking tenderly at Christine, "but I did my best. I tried to drag Archer here out of his sick-bed, and then I ran around among some other good gingers that I know, but none would venture. They said the music was difficult, and would require much practice, and that now is impossible." "Oh, isn't it too bad?" mourned Miss Winthrop. "The programme is all printed, and the people will be so disap- pointed! We can't have that splendid duet that you and EQUAL TO AN EMERGENCY 169 Mr. Archer were to sing, Christine. I have a score of friends who were coming to hear that alone/' "Oh, as for that matter, half our music is spoiled," said Christine, dejectedly. "Well, this is the last time I attempt anything of the kind. How in the world we are going to get out of this scrape I do not know. The tickets are so high, and so much has been said, that the people are ex- pecting a great deal, and there is every prospect of a most lame and impotent conclusion." A general gloom settled upon the faces of all. At this moment Dennis stepped forward hesitatingly and said to Christine, "Have you the music that Mr. Archer was to sing?" "Certainly! do you suppose it was of the kind that he could extemporize?" said Miss Brown, pertly. "Will you let me see it? If you are willing, perhaps I can assist you in this matter. ' ' All turned toward him with a look of great surprise. "What do you think of that from the man who sweeps Mr. Ludolph's store ?" asked Miss Brown, in a loud whisper. "I think the fellow is as presuming as he is ignorant," said Mr. Mellen, so plainly that all heard him. " It is not presuming, sir, to offer a kindness where it is needed," said Dennis, with dignity, "and my ignorance is not yet proved. The presumption is all on your part. f ' Mr. Mellen flushed and was about to answer angrily when Miss Winthrop said hastily, but in a kindly tone, "But really, Mr. Fleet, much of our music is new and very difficult." "But it is written, is it not?" asked Dennis, with a smile. Christine looked at him in silent wonder. What would he not do next ? But she was sorry that he had spoken, for she foresaw only mortification for him. "Oh, give him the music by all means,' said Miss Brown, expecting to enjoy his blundering attempts to sing what was far beyond him. "There, I will play the accompaniment, BOB 7 8 170 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY It's not the tune of Old Hundred that you are to sing now, young man, remember. ' ' Dennis glanced over the music, and she began to play a loud, difficult piece. He turned to Miss Ludolph, and said: "I fear you have given me the wrong music. Miss Brown is playing some- thing not written here." They exchanged significant glances, and Miss W inthrop said, "Play the right music, Miss Brown." She struck into the music that Dennis held, but played it so out of time that no one could sing it. Dennis laid down his sheets on the piano and said quietly, though with flushed face: "I did not mean to be obtrusive. You all seemed greatly disappointed at Mr. Archer's absence and the results, and I thought that in view of the emergency it would not be presumption to offer my services. But it seems that I am mistaken.' 7 14 No, it is not presumption," said Miss W inthrop. "It was true kindness and courtesy, which has been ill requited. But you see, to be frank, Mr. Fleet, we all fear that you do not realize what you are undertaking." "Must I of necessity be an ignoramus because, as Miss Brown says, I sweep a store?" "Let me play the accompaniment," said Christine, with the decided manner that few resisted, and she went correctly through the difficult and brilliant passage. Dennis followed his part with both eye and ear, and then said, "Perhaps I had better sing my part alone first, and then you can cor- rect any mistakes. ' ' There was a flutter of expectation, a wink from Mr. Mel- len, and an audible titter from Miss Brown. "Certainly," said Miss Ludolph, who thought to her- self, "If he will make a fool of himself, he may"; and she played the brief prelude. Then prompt at the proper moment, true to time and note, Dennis's rich, powerful tenor voice startled and then entranced them all. He sung the entire passage through EQUAL TO AN EMERGENCY 171 with only such mistakes as resulted from his nervousness and embarrassment. At the close, all exclaimed in admiration save Miss Brown, who bit her lip in ill-concealed vexation, and said, with a half-sneer, "Beally, Mr. What-is-your-name, you are almost equal to Blind Tom." "You do Blind Tom great injustice," said Dennis. "I read my music. ' ' "But how did you learn to read music in that style?" asked Christine. "Of course it took me years to do so. But no one could join our musical club at college who could not read any- thing placed before him." "It must have been small and select, then." "It was." "How often had you sung that piece before?" asked Miss Brown. "I never saw it before," answered Dennis. "Why, it is just out," said Christine. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, our troubles are over at last," said Miss Winthrop. "Mr. Fleet seems a good genius equal to any emergency. If he can sing that difficult passage, he can sing anything else we have. We had better run over our parts, and then to our toilets. ' ' One of the colorless young ladies played the accompani- ments, her music making a sort of neutral tint, against which their rich and varied voices came out with better effect. They sung rapidly through the programme, Dennis sustaining his parts correctly and with taste. He could read like the page of an open book any music placed before him, and years of practice enabled him to sing true and with confidence. As he sung one thing after another with perfect ease, their won- der grew ; and when, in the final duet with Christine, they both came out strongly, their splendid, thoroughly-trained voices blending in perfect harmony, they were rewarded with a spontaneous burst of applause, in which even Miss Brown was compelled to joia 172 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY Christine said nothing, but gave Dennis a quick, grate- ful glance, which amply repaid him for the martyrdom she had led him into that afternoon. He acknowledged the plaudits of the others with a slight, cool bow, but her thanks with a warm flush of pleasure, and then turned to complete his arrangements as if nothing had happened. There was not the slightest show of exultation or of a purpose to demand equality, in view of what had taken place. His old manner returned, and he acted as if they were all strangers to him. They exchanged significant, wondering glances, and after a brief consultation retired to the dining-room, where coffee and sandwiches were waiting. Miss Winthrop and Christine sincerely hoped that Miss Brown would invite Dennis out, but she did not, and since it was her house, as she had said, they could not interfere. Dennis heard the clatter of knives and forks, and saw that he was again slighted; but he did not care now. Indeed, in the light of the sacred emblem before which he had stood, he had learned patience. He remembered how the rich and great of the world had treated his Master. Then, too, Christine's kind, grateful glance seemed to fall upon him like a warm ray of sunlight. When they had finished and were about to dress for their parts, Miss Brown put her head within the door and said, 4 'You will find some lunch in the dining-room." Dennis paid no heed to her, but he heard Miss Win- throp say: "Keally, Miss Brown, that is too bad after what he has done and shown himself to be. I wonder that he does not leave the house. ' ' "He will not do that until he is no longer needed," said Christine. 4 'Then he may as soon as he chooses, 17 said Miss Brown. She was a girl of violent prejudices, and from her very na- ture would instinctively dislike such a person as Dennis Fleet "Well," said Miss Winthrop, "he is a gentleman, and he gave the strongest proof of it when he quietly and mod- EQUAL TO AN EMERGENCY 173 estly withdrew after achieving a success that would have turned any one's head, and that ought to have secured him full recognition." 4 'I told you he was a gentleman," said Christine, briefly, 4 'and I consider myself a judge;" and then their voices passed out of hearing. Dennis, having arranged everything so that he could place his hands readily upon it, found that he had half an hour to spare. He said to himself: 4 'Miss Ludolph is wrong. I shall leave the house for a short time. I am a most unromantic individual; for, no matter what or how I feel, I do get hungry. But I am sure Miss Brown's coffee and sandwiches would choke me. I have already swallowed too much from her to care for any more, so here's for a restaurant. ' ' Miss Winthrop hastened through her toilet in order that she might come down and speak to Dennis while he was alone. She wished to thank him for his course and his vindication of the truth, and to assure him that she both respected him and would treat him as a true gentleman. She went into the back parlor, but he was not there; then she passed to the dining-room, but found only servants clearing away and preparing for the grand supper of the evening. In quick alarm she asked, "Where is Mr. Fleet?" 4 'Is it the man in the back parlor, mum ? He's just after goin' out." 4 'Oh, girls!" exclaimed Miss Winthrop, rushing upstairs, <4 Mr. Fleet has gone." And there was general consternation. 174: BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTEK XXIII THE REVELATION THE toilets of the young ladies were nearly completed, but, without waiting to add another touch, all hast- ened to the place where they had left Dennis. One of the colorless young ladies appeared upon the scene with a shawl around her bare shoulders, and a great deal of color on one cheek, and none on the other as yet; but this slight discrepancy was unnoted in the dire calamity they feared. Many were the exclamations and lamentations. "Why, the people will be here in fifteen minutes," said Miss Winthrop, in a nervous tremor. "Did he leave no word?" asked Miss Brown of the servants. " No word, mum, 1 ' was the dismal echo. "What shall we do?" they said, looking at one another with blank faces; but none could answer. "I do hate such proud, freakish people. There is no managing or depending on them," said Miss Brown, spitefully. Miss Winthrop bit her lips to keep from saying to her hostess what would be more true than polite. There was a flash of anger in Christine's dark blue eyes, and she said, coldly: "I imagine that you have finished the business this time, Miss Brown. But I confess that I am greatly sur- prised, for he said I could depend upon him for to-night. ' ' "So you can," said Dennis, coming in behind them. "I am sorry you have had this needless alarm. But the fact is, I am a plain, ordinary mortal, and live in a very ma- terial way." THE REVELATION 175 "There was plenty of lunch in the dining-room," said Miss Brown, tartly. "You need not have gone out and made all this trouble." "Pardon me for slighting your hospitality, " said Dennis, with slight emphasis on the word. Again significant glances were exchanged. Miss Brown darted a black look at Dennis, and left the room. "I can assure you, ladies," added he, "that all is ready. I can lay my hand in a moment on whatever is needed. Therefore you need give yourselves no further anxiety." There was a general stampede for the dressing-rooms, but Miss Winthrop lingered. When Dennis was alone she went up to him and frankly gave her hand, saying: lt Mr. Fleet, I wish to thank you for your course to-day. Between Miss Ludolph's unwitting sermon and your brave and un- expected vindication of our faith, I hope to become more deserving of the name of Christian. You are a gentleman, sir, in the truest and best sense of the word, and as such it will ever be a pleasure to welcome you at my father's house;" and she gave him her card. A flush of grateful surprise and pleasure mantled Den- nis's face, but before he could speak she was gone. The audience were soon thronging in. By half-past eight the performers were all in the back parlor, and there was a brilliant army of actors and actresses in varied and fanciful costume, many coming to the house dressed for their parts. There were gods and goddesses, shepherds and shepherd- esses, angels, crusaders, who would take leave of languish- ing ladies, living statuary, and tableaux of all sorts. Dennis was much shocked at the manner in which ladies exposed themselves in the name of art and for the sake of effect. Christine seemed perfectly Greek and pagan in this respect, yet there was that in her manner that forbade a wanton glance. But, as he observed the carriage of the men around him, he was more than satisfied that no plea of art could justify the "style," and felt assured that every pure-minded woman would take the same view if she realized the truth. 176 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY Under the name of fashion and art much is done in society that would be simply monstrous on ordinary occasions. The music, as far as possible, was in character with the scenes. The entertainment went forward with great ap- plause. Every one was radiant; and the subtile, exhila- rating spirit of assured success glowed in every eye, and gave a richer tone and coloring to everything. Christine appeared in several and varied characters, and Dennis had eyes only for her. The others he glanced over critically as the artist in charge, and then dismissed them from his thoughts; but on Christine his eyes rested in a spell-bound admiration that both amused and pleased her. She loved power of every kind, and when she read approval in the trained and critical eye of Dennis Fleet she knew that all the audience were applauding. But Dennis had little time for musing, so great was the strain upon him to prevent confusion. His voice excited great surprise and applause, many inquiring vainly who he was. When he and Christine sung together the audience were perfectly carried away, and stormed and applauded without stint. Indeed, it seemed that they could not be satisfied. The call was so urgent that several asked Chris- tine to sing again, and she did so alone. For ten minutes she held the audience perfectly entranced, and no one more so than Dennis. Usually she was too cold in all that she did, but now in her excitement she far surpassed herself, and he acknowledged that he had never heard such music before. The very soul of song seemed breathed into her, and every nook and corner of the house appeared to vibrate with melody. Even the servants in distant rooms said that it seemed that an angel was singing. After she ceased, the audience sat spellbound for a moment, and then followed prolonged thunders of applause, the portly brewer, Mr. Brown himself, leading off again and again. 4 ' Now let the tenor sing alone, ' ' he said, for, though a coarse man, he was hearty and good-natured. THE REVELATION 111 The audience emphatically echoed his wish, but Dennis as lecidedly shook his head. Then came a cry, "Miss Ludolph and the tenor again"; anJ the audience took it up with a clamor that would not be denied. Christine looked inquiringly at Dennis, and he replied in a low tone, "You command me this evening." Again she thanked him with her eyes, and from a music stand near. chose a magnificent duet from Mendelssohn, in which he must sing several difficult solos. "Act your pleasure. I am familiar with it," he said, smiling at the way she had circumvented him in his refusal to sing alone. Christine sat down and played her own accompaniment, while Dennis stood at her side. He determined to do his best and prove that though he swept a store he could also do something else. Many of the strains were plaintive, and his deep and unconscious feeling for his fair companion in song gave to his voice a depth, and at times a pathos, that both thrilled and touched the heart, and there were not a few wet eyes in the audience. Unconsciously to himself and all around, he was singing his love; and even Christine, though much preoccupied with her part, wondered at the effect upon herself, and recognized the deep impression made upon the audience. As the last notes died away the sliding- doors were closed. Dennis had achieved a greater success than Christine, because, singing from the heart, he had touched the heart. His applause could be read in moist eyes and expressive faces rather than in noisy hands. She saw and understood the result. A sad, disappointed look came into her face, and she said in a low, plaintive tone, as if it were wrung from her: "There must be something wrong about me. I fear I shall never reach true art. I can only win admira- tion, never touch the heart. ' ' Dennis was about to speak eagerly, when they were over- whelmed by the rush and confusion attendant on the break- 178 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY ing up of the entertainment. Part of the older guests at once left for their homes, and the rest stayed for supper. The parlors were to be cleared as soon as possible for danc- ing. Christine was joined by her father, .who had sat in the audience, scarcely believing his eyes, much less his ears. Was that the young man who was blacking old Schwartz's boots the other day ? His daughter was overwhelmed with compliments, but she took them very coolly and quietly, for her heart was full of bitterness. That which her ambitious spirit most desired she could not reach, and to the degree that she loved art was her disappointment keen. She almost envied poor Dennis, but she knew not the secret of his success; nor did he, either, in truth. His old manner returned, and he busied himself in rapidly packing up everything that he had brought. Mr. Ludolph, who had received a brief explanation from Christine, came and said, kindly, "Why, Fleet, you have blossomed out strongly to-day." "Indeed, sir, I think I have never had a more rigorous pruning, ' ' was the reply. When the story had been told Mr. Ludolph in full, he understood the remark. Christine was waiting for the crowd to disperse somewhat, in order to speak to Dennis also, for her sense of justice and her genuine admiration impelled her to warm and sincere acknowledgment. But at that moment Mr. Mellen came in, exclaiming, "Miss Ludolph, they are all waiting for you to lead the dance, for to you is given this honor by acclamation, and I plead your promise to be my partner"; and he carried her off, she meaning to return as soon as possible, and supposing Dennis would remain. A moment after, light, airy music was heard in the front parlor, followed by the rhythmical cadence of light feet and the rustle of silks like a breeze through a forest. For some reason as she went away Dennis's heart sank within him. Keaction followed the strong excitements of the day, and a strange sense of weariness and despondency crept over him. The gay music in the other room seemed THE REVELATION 179 plaintive and far away, and the tripping feet sounded like the patter of rain on autumn leaves. The very lights ap- peared to burn dimmer, and the color to fade out of his life. Mechanically he packed up the few remaining articles, to be called for in the morning, and then leaned heavily against a pillar, intending to rest a moment before going out into the night alone. Some one pushed back the sliding-door a little and passed into the room. Through the opening he caught a glimpse of the gay scene within. Suddenly Christine appeared float- ing lightly through the waltz in her gauzy drapery, as if in a white, "misty cloud. Through the narrow opening she seemed a radiant, living portrait. But her partner whirled her out of the line of vision. Thus in the mazes of the dance she kept appearing and disappearing, flashing in sight one moment, leaving a blank in the crowded room the next. "So it will ever be, I suppose," he said to himself, bit- terly; "chance and stolen glimpses my only privilege." Again she appeared, smiling archly on the man whose arm clasped her waist. A frown black as night gathered on Dennis's brow; then a sudden pallor overspread his face to his very lips. The revelation had come! Then for the first time he knew knew it as if written in letters of fire before him that he loved Christine Ludolph. At first the knowledge stunned and bewildered him, and his mind was a confused blur; then as she appeared again, smiling upon and in the embrace of another man, a sharp sword seemed to pierce his heart. Dennis was no faint shadow of a man who had frittered away in numberless flirtations what little heart he originally had. He belonged to the male species, with something of the pristine vigor of the first man, who said of the one woman of all the world, "This is now bone of my bones, and flesh, of my flesh"; and one whom he had first seen but a few short months since now seemed to belong to him by 180 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY the highest and divinest right. But could he ever claim his own? In his morbid, wearied state, there seemed a "great gulf fixed" between them. For a moment he fairly felt faint and sick, as if he had received a wound. He was startled by hearing Miss Winthrop say at his side: "Mr. Fleet, you will not leave yet. I have many friends wishing an intro- duction to you. What is the matter ? You look as if you were ill." " At her voice he flushed painfully. He was so vividly conscious of his love himself that he felt that every one else must be able to see it, and darkness and solilude now seemed a refuge. ^Recovering himself by a great effort ho said, "Pardon me, I do I am not welk nothing is the mat- ter a little rest and I shall be myself again." "No wonder. You. have been taxed every way beyond mortal endurance, and I think that it is a shame the way you have been treated. Pray do not judge Chicago society altogether by what you have seen here. Let me get you some refreshment, and then I will acquaint you with some people who can recognize a gentleman when they meet him." "No, Miss Winthrop," said Dennis, courteously but firmly; "you are not in your own home, and by staying I should not be accepting your hospitality. I appreciate your kindness deeply, and thank your friends who have ex- pressed a willingness to make my acquaintance. It would not be right to stay longer in this house than is necessary. I do not feel resentful. I have no room in my memory for Miss Brown and her actions, but at the same time sslf-respect requires that I go at once ; ' ' and he took his hat. "I am not surprised that you feel as you do. But give me the pleasure of welcoming you at my own home as soon as possible," she said, and gave her hand to him in parting. Dennis took it respectfully and bowed low, saying, "I shall not willingly deny myself so great a pleasure." and was gone. THE REVELATION 181 Christine came in a few moments later, and found only servants clearing the room for dancing. "Where is Mr. Fleet?" she asked. "Gone, mum." "Yes, " said Miss Winthrop, coming in at the same time; "he has gone now in very truth; and I don't think the power exists that could .lead him to darken these doors again. I doubt if I ever come myself. I never saw a clearer instance of of well shoddy." "It seems to me that you Christians are as proud as any of us.", "Isn't there a difference between pride and self-respect? I am satisfied that if Miss Brown were in trouble, or poor, Mr. Fleet would be the first to help her. Oh, Christine, we have treated him shamefully!" "You seem to take a wonderful interest in this unknown knight in rusty armor." (Dennis's dress was decidedly threadbare.) "I do," said the impulsive girl, frankly, "because he is wonderfully interesting. What man of all the large audi- ence present to-night could have acted the part he did? I am satisfied that that man is by birth and education a gen- tleman. Are you ready, with your aristocratic notions, to recognize chiefly Miss Brown's title to position? What could her coat- of -arms be but the dollar symbol and the beer- barrel?" ' ' Come, remember she is our hostess. ' ' "You are right; I should not speak so here; but my indignation gets the better of me. ' ' "Would you invite him to your house?" "Certainly. I have asked him; and what is more, he has promised to come. Supposing that he is poor, are not many of your noblemen as poor as poverty ? My parlors shall, be haunted only by men of ability and character." ' * You are not going to shut out this little heathen, ' ' said Christine, putting her arm about her friend. "Never!" said Miss Winthrop, returning the embrace 182 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY with double warmth. Then she added, sadly: u You are not an unbeliever from conviction and knowledge, Chris- tine, but from training and association. While I admire and honor your father as a splendid and gifted man, I regret his and your scepticism more deeply than you can ever know. ' ' "Well, Susie," said Christine, with a smile, "if they shut out such as you from your Paradise, I do not wish to go there." "If, with my clear knowledge of the conditions of en- trance, I shut myself out, I shall have no right to complain," said Miss Winthrop, sadly. But the absence of two such belles could not long remain unnoted; and, having been discovered, they were pounced upon by half a dozen young gentlemen, clamorous for the honor of their hands in the "German." In spite of herself, Christine was vexed and annoyed. Dennis had seemed, in his obscurity, a nice little bit of per- sonal property, that she could use and order about as she pleased. He had been so subservient and eager to do her will, that she had never thought of him otherwise than as her "humble servant." But now her own hand had sud- denly given him the role of a fine gentleman. Christine was too logical to -think of continuing to order about a man who could sing Mendelssohn's music as Dennis had done. She congratulated herself that the arrangement of the store was nearly completed, and 'that only one show-room was unfinished. "I suppose he will be very dignified when we meet again," she thought to herself. "I should not be at all surprised if my impulsive little friend Susie loses her heart to him. Well, I suppose she can to any one she chooses. As for me, rich or poor, stupid or gifted, the men of this land are all alike;" and with a half -sigh she plunged reso- lutely into the gayeties of the evening, as if to escape from herself. NIGHT THOUGHTS 183 CHAPTEK XXIY NIGHT THOUGHTS DENNIS passed out of the heavy, massive entrance to the wealthy brewer's mansion with a sense of relief as if escaping from prison. The duskiness and solitude of the street seemed a grateful refuge, and the night wind was to his flushed face like a cool hand laid on a feverish brow. He was indeed glad to be alone, for his was one of those deep, earnest natures that cannot rush to the world in garrulous confidence when disturbed and per- plexed. There are many sincere but shallow people who must tell of and talk away every passing emotion. Not of the abundance of their hearts, for abundance there is not, but of the uppermost thing in their hearts their mouths must speak, even though the subjects be of the delicate nature that would naturally be hidden. Such mental con- stitutions are at least healthful. Concealed trouble never preys upon them like the canker in the bud. Everything comes to the surface and is thrown off. But at first Dennis scarcely dared to recognize the truth himself, and the thought of telling even his mother was re- pugnant. For half an hour he walked the streets in a sort of stupor. He was conscious only of a heavy, aching heart and a wearied, confused brain. All the time, however, he knew an event had occurred that must for good or evil affect his entire existence; but he shrank with nervous dread from grappling with the problem. As the cold air refreshed and revived him, his strong, practical mind took up the question almost without volition, and by reason of 184 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY his morbid, wearied state, only the dark and discouraging side was presented. The awakening to his love was a very different thing to Dennis, and to the majority in this troubled world, from the blissful consciousness of Adam when for the first time he saw the fair being whom he might woo at his leisure, amid embowering roses, without fear or thought of a rival. To Dennis the fact of his love, so far from promising to be the source of delightful romance and enchantment, clearly showed itself to be the hardest and most practical question of a life full of such questions. In his strong and growing excitement he spoke to him- self as to a second person: "Oh, I see it all now. Poor, blind fool that I was, to think that by coveting and securing every possible moment in her presence I was only learning to love art! As I saw her to-night, so radiant and beauti- ful, and yet in the embrace of another man, and that man evidently an ardent admirer, what was art to me ? As well might a starving man seek to satisfy himself by wandering through an old Greek temple as for me to turn to art alone. One crumb of warm, manifested love from her would be worth more than all the cold, abstract beauty in the uni- verse. And yet what chance have I ? What can I hope for more than a passing thought and a little kindly, conde- scending interest? Clerk and man-of-all-work in a store, poor and heavily burdened, the idea of my loving one of the most wealthy, admired, and aristocratic ladies in Chi- cago! It is all very well in story-books for peasants to fall in love with princesses, but in practical Chicago the fact of my attachment to Miss Ludolph would be regarded as one of the richest jokes of the season, and by Mr. Ludolph as such a proof of rusticity and folly as would at once secure my return to pastoral life. ' ' Then hope whispered, "But you can achieve position and wealth as others have done, and then can speak your mind from the standpoint of equality." But Dennis was in a mood to see only the hopeless side NIGHT THOUGHTS 185 that night, and exclaimed almost aloud: " Nonsense! Can it be even imagined that she, besieged by the most gifted and rich of the city, will wait for a poor unknown admirer? Mr. Mellen, I understand, approaches her from every van- tage-ground save that of a noble character; but in the fash- ionable world how little thought is given to this drawback!" and in his perturbation he strode rapidly and aimlessly on, finding some relief in mere physical activity. Suddenly his hasty steps ceased, and even in the dusk of the street his face gleamed out distinctly, so great was its pallor. Like a ray of ligth, a passage from the Word of God revealed to him his situation in a new aspect. It seemed to him almost that some one had whispered the words in his ear, so distinctly did they present themselves "Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers." Slowly and painfully he said to himself, as if recognizing the most hopeless barrier that had yet been dwelt upon, il Christine Ludolph is an infidel." Not only the voice of reason, and of the practical world, but also the voice of God seemed to forbid his love; and the conviction that he must give it all up became a clear as it was painful. The poor fellow leaned his head against the shaggy bark of an elm in a shadowy square which the street-lamps could but faintly penetrate. The night wind swayed the budding branches of the great tree, and they sighed over him as if in sympathy. The struggle within his soul was indeed bitter, for, though thus far he had spoken hopelessly, he had not been altogether hopeless; but now that conscience raised its im- passable wall high as heaven, which he must not break through, his pain was so great as to almost unman him, and such tears as only men can weep fell from his eyes. In anguish he exclaimed, "That which might have been the chief blessing of life has become my greatest misfortune." Above him the gale caused two fraying limbs to appear to moan in echo of the suffering beneath. "This then must be the end of my prayers in her behalf 186 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY my ardent hope and purpose to lead her to the truth she to walk through honored, sunny paths to everlasting shame and night, and I through dark and painful ways to light and peace, if in this bitter test I remain faithful. Surely there is much to try one's faith. And yet it must be so as far as human foresight can judge." Then a great pity for her swelled his heart, for he felt that her case was the saddest after all, and his tears flowed faster than ever. Human voices now startled him some late revellers passing homeward. The tears and emotion, of which we never think of being ashamed when alone with Nature and its Author, he dreaded to 1 ave seen by his fellows, and hastily wiping his eyes, he slunk into the deeper shadow of the tree, and they passed on. Then, an old trait asserting itself, he condemned his own weakness. Stepping from the sheltering trunk against which he was leaning, he stood strong and erect. The winds were hushed as if expectant in the branches above. "Dennis Fleet," he said, "you must put your foot on this folly here and now. ' ' He bared his head and looked upward. "O God," he said, solemnly, "if this is contrary to Thy will Thy will be done." He paused a moment reverently, and then turned on his heel and strode resolutely homeward. A gust of wind crashed the branches overhead together like the clash of cymbals in victory. The early spring dawn was tingeing the eastern horizon before the gay revel ceased and the mansion of the rich brewer was darkened. All the long night, light, airy music had caused late passers-by to pause a moment to listen, and to pity or envy the throng within, as disposi- tion dictated. Mr. Brown was a man who prided himself on lavish and rather coarse hospitality. A table groaning N1QHT THOUGHTS 187 under costly dishes and every variety of liquor was the crowning feature, the blissful climax of all his entertain- ments; and society from its highest circles furnished an abundance of anxious candidates for his suppers, who ate and criticised, drank to and disparaged, their plebeian host. Mrs. Brown was heavy in every sense of the word, and with her huge person draped with acres of silk, and festooned with miles of point-lace, she waddled about and smiled and nodded good-naturedly at everybody and everything. It was just the place for a fashionable revel, where the gross, repulsive features of coarse excess are veiled and masked somewhat by the glamour of outward courtesy and good- breeding. At first Christine entered into the dance with great zest and a decided sense of relief. She was disappointed and out of sorts with herself. Again she had failed in the object of her intense ambition, and though conscious that, through the excitement of the occasion, she had sung bet- ter than ever before, yet she plainly saw in the different results of her singing and that of Dennis Fleet that there was a depth in the human heart which she could not reach. She could secure only admiration, superficial applause. The sphere of the true artist who can touch and sway the popu- lar heart seemed beyond her ability. By voice or pencil she had never yet attained it. She had too much mind to mistake the character of the admiration she excited, and was far too ambitious to be satisfied with the mere praise bestowed on a highly accomplished girl. She aspired, determined, to be among the first, and to be a second- rate imitator in the world of art was to her the agony of a disappointed life. And yet to imitate with accuracy and skill, not with sympathy, was the only power she had as yet developed. She saw the limitations of her success more clearly than did any one else, and chafed bitterly at the invisible bounds she could not pass. The excitement of the dance enabled her to banish 188 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY thoughts that were both painful and humiliating. More- over, to a nature so active and full of physical vigor, the swift, grace motion was a source of keen enjoyment. But when after supper many of the ladies were silly, and the gentlemen were either stupid or excited, according to the action of the "invisible spirit of wine" upon their several constitutions when after many glasses of champagne Mr. Mellen began to effervesce in frothy sentimentality and a style of love-making simply nauseating to one of Christine's nature she looked around for her father in order to escape from the scenes that were becoming revolting. Though of earth only in all the sources of her life and hopes, she was not earthy. If her spirit could not soar and sing in the sky, it also could not grovel in the mire of gross materiality. Some little time, therefore, before the com- pany broke up, on the plea of not feeling well she lured her father away from his wine and cigars and a knot of gentlemen who were beginning to talk a little incoher- ently. Making their adieux amid many protestations against their early departure, they drove homeward. 41 How did you enjoy yourself?" asked her father. 4 ' Very much in the early part of the evening, not at all in the latter part. To sum up, I am disgusted with Mr. Mellen and these Browns in general, and myself in par- ticular." "What is the matter with Mr. Mellen? I understand that the intriguing mammas consider him the largest game in the city." "When hunting degenerates into the chase and capture of insects, you may style him game. Between his cham- pagne and silly love-making, he was as bad as a dose of ipecac. ' ' Christine spoke freely to her father of her admirers, usu- ally making them the themes of satire and jest. "And what is the trouble with our entertainers ?" "I am sorry to speak so of any one whose hospitality I have accepted, but unless it is your wish I hope never to NIGHT THOUGHTS 189 accept it again. They all smell of their beer. Everything is so coarse, lavish, and ostentatious. They tell you as through a brazen trumpet on every side, 'We are rich.' " "They give magnificent suppers," said Mr. Ludolph, in apology. 4 'More correctly, the French cook they employ gives them. I do not object to the nicest of suppers, but pre- fer that the Browns be not on the carte de menu. From the moment our artistic programme ended, and the enter- tainment fell into their hands, it began to degenerate into an orgy. Nothing but the instinctive restraints of good- breeding prevents such occasions from ending in a drunken revel." 11 You are severe. Mr. Brown's social effort is not a bad type of the entertainments that prevail in fashionable life." 4 ' Well, it may be true, but they never seemed to me so lacking in good taste and refinement before. Wait till we dispense choice viands and wines to choicer -spirits in our own land, and I will guarantee a marvellously wide differ- ence. Then the eye, the ear, the mind, shall be feasted, as well as the lower sense." 41 Well, I do not see why you should be disgusted with yourself. I am sure that you covered yourself with glory, and were the belle of the occasion." 4 'That is no great honor, considering the occasion. Father, strange as it may seem to you, I envied your man-of-all-work to-night. Did you not mark the effect of his singing?" 44 Yes, and felt it in a way that I cannot explain to myself. His tones seemed to thrill and stir my very heart. I have not been so affected by music for years. At first I thought it was surprise at hearing him sing at all, but I soon found that it was something in the music itself." 44 And that something I fear I can never grasp never attain." 4 'Why, my dear, they applauded you to the echo." 190 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY "I would rather see one moist eye as the tribute to my singing than to be deafened by noisy applause. I fear I shall never reach high art. Men's hearts sleep when I do my best." "I think you are slightly mistaken there, judging from your train of admirers," said Mr. Ludolph, turning off a disagreeable subject with a jest. The shrewd man of the world guessed the secret of her failure. She herself must feel, before she could touch feeling. But he had systemati- cally sought to chill and benumb her nature, meaning it to awake at just the time, and under just the circumstances, that should accord with his controlling ambition. Then reverting to Dennis, he continued: "It won't an- swer for Fleet to sweep the store any longer after the part he played to-night. Indeed, I doubt if he would be willing to. Not only he, but the world will know that he is capable of better things. What has occurred will awaken inquiry, and may soon secure him good business offers. I do not intend to part readily with so capable a young fellow. He does well whatever is required, and therefore I shall pro- mote him as fast as is prudent. I think I can make him of great use to me." "That is another thing that provokes me," said Chris- tine. "Only yesterday morning he seemed such a useful, humble creature, and last evening through my own folly he developed into a fine gentleman; and 1 shall have to say, 'By your leave, sir'; 'Will you please do this' ? If I dare ask anything at all. ' ' "I am not so sure of that," said her father. "My impres- sion is that Fleet has too much good sense to put on airs in the store. But I will give him more congenial work; and as one of the young gentleman clerks, we can ask him up now and then to sing with us. I should much enjoy trying some of our German music with him. ' ' DARKNESS 191 CHAPTER XXV DARKNESS THE next morning Christine did not appear at the late breakfast at which her father with contracted brow and capricious appetite sat alone. Among the other unexpected results of the preceding day she had taken a very severe cold, and this, with the reaction from fatigue and excitement, caused her to feel so seriously ill that she found it impossible to rise. Her father looked at her, and was alarmed; for her cheeks were flushed with fever, her head was aching sadly, and she appeared as if threatened with one of those dangerous diseases whose earlier symp- toms are so obscure and yet so much alike. She tried to smile, but her lip quivered, and she turned her face to the wall. The philosophy of Mr. Ludolph and his daughter was evidently adapted to fair weather and smooth sailing. Sickness, disease, and the possible results, were things that both dreaded more than they ever confessed to each other. It was most natural that they should, for only in health or life could they enjoy or hope for anything. By their own belief their horizon was narrowed down to time and earth, and they could look for nothing beyond. In Mr. Ludolph' s imperious, resolute nature, sickness always awakened anger as well as anxiety. It seemed like an enemy threatening his dearest hopes and most cherished ambition, therefore the heavy frown upon his brow as he pushed away the scarcely tasted breakfast. To Christine the thought of death was simply horrible, 192 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY and with the whole strength of her will she ever sought to banish it. To her it meant corruption, dust, nothingness. With a few drawbacks she had enjoyed life abundantly, and she clung to it with the tenacity of one who believed it was all. With the exception of some slight passing in- disposition, both she and her father had been seldom ill; and for a number of years now they had voyaged on over smooth, sunny seas of prosperity. Christine's sudden prostration on the morning following the entertainment was a painful surprise to both. *'I will have Dr. Arten call at once," he said, at part- ing, "and will come up from the store early in the day to see you;" and Christine was left alone with her French maid. Her mind was too clouded and disturbed by fever to think coherently, and yet a vague sense of danger trouble ' oppressed her, and while she lay in a half -unconscious state between sleeping and waking, a thousand fantastic visions presented themselves. But in them all the fiery Cross and Dennis Fleet took some part. At times the Cross seemed to blaze and threaten to burn her to a cinder, while he stood by with stern, accusing face. The light from the Cross made him luminous also, and the glare was so ter- rible that she would start up with a cry of fear. Again, they would both recede till in the far distance they shone like a faint star, and then the black darkness that gathered round her was more dreadful than the light, and with her eyes closed she would reach out her hot hands for the light to return. Once or twice it shone upon her with soft, mel- low light, and Dennis stood pointing to it, pleading so ear- nestly and tenderly that tears gathered in her eyes. Then all was again blurred and distorted. Within an hour after her father left, she found Dr. Ar- ten feeling her pulse and examining her symptoms. With a great effort she roused herself, and, looking at the doctor with an eager inquiring face, said: "Doctor, tell me the truth. What is the matter?" DARKLESS 193 He tried to smile and evade her question, but she would not let him. * ' Well, really, Miss Ludolph, ' ' he said, * ' we can hardly tell yet what is the matter. You have evidently caught a very severe cold, and I hope that is all. When I come this evening I may be able to speak more definitely. In the meantime I will give you something to soothe and reduce your fever!" The French maid followed the doctor out, leaving the door ajar in her haste, and in an audible whisper said: "I say, docteur, is it not ze smallpox? Zere is so much around. Tell me true, for I must leave zis very minute." "Hush, you fool!" said the doctor, and they passed out of hearing. A sickening dread made Christine's heart almost stand still. When the woman returned her mistress watched her most narrowly and asked, "What did the doctor say to you?" The maid replied in French that he had said she must be still and not talk. "But you asked him if I had the smallpox. What did he say ?' ' "Ah, mademoiselle, you make one grand meestake. I ask for a small box to keep your medicine in, zat it make no smell." From the woman's lie, and from the fact that she was red- olent with camphor, and that she kept as far away as pos- sible, near the windows, Christine gathered a most painful confirmation of her fears. For a time she lay almost para- lyzed by dread. Then as the medicine relieved her of fever and unclouded her mind, thought and conscience awoke with terrible and resistless power. As never before she realized what cold, dark depths were just beneath her gay, pleasure-loving life, and how suddenly skies radiant with the richer promise of the future could become black and threatening. Never had earthly life seemed so attractive, never had her own BOB V 8 194 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY prospects seemed so brilliant, and her hopes of fame, wealth, and happiness in her future German villa more dazzling, than now when they stood out against the dark background of her fears. 4 'if, instead of going forward to all this delight, I be- come an object of terror and loathing even before I die, and something that must be hidden out of sight as soon as possi- ble after, what conceivable fate could be worse ? That such a thing is possible proves this to be a dreadful and defec- tive world, with all its sources of pleasure. Surely if there were a God he would banish such horrible evils. "There is no God there can't be any at least none such as the Bible reveals. How often I have said this to myself ! how often my father has said it to me ! and yet the thought of Him torments me often even when well. 41 Why does this thought come so persistently now? I settled it long ago, under father's proof, that I did not believe in Him or the superstitions connected with His name. Why doesn't the question stay settled ? Other superstitions do not trouble me. Why should that Cross continually haunt me? Why should the man who died thereon have the power to be continually speaking to me through His words that I have read ? I believe in Socrates as much as I do in Him, and yet I recall the Greek sage's words with an effort, and cannot escape from the Naza- rene's. All is mystery and chaos and danger. We human creatures are like frothy bubbles that glisten and dance for a moment on a swift black tide that seems flowing for- ever, and yet nowhere." Then her thoughts recurred to Dennis. . 11 That young Fleet seemed to believe implicitly in what he said yesterday, and he lives up to what he believes. I would give the world for his delusion, were it only for its comforting and sustaining power for this life. If he were very ill, he would be imagining himself on the threshold of some sort of heaven or paradise, and would be calm and perhaps even happy, while I am so supremely wretched I DARKNESS 195 find that I have nothing absolutely nothing to sustain me not even the memory of good deeds. I have not even lived the unselfish life that Socrates recommends, much less the holy life of the Bible. I have pleased myself. Well, believing as I have been taught, that seemed the most sensible course. Why doesn't it seem so now?" Thus tossed on a sea of uncertainty and fear, Christine, in darkness and weakness, grappled with those mighty questions which only He can put to rest who said, "Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in Me." Dennis walked resolutely home. He felt himself ada- mant in his stern resolution. He at least had the death- like peace that follows decision. The agony of conflict was over for a time, and, as he thought, forever. From mere exhaustion he slept heavily, and on the fol- lowing day with white face and compressed lips entered on his work. And work it now became indeed; for the old glamour was all gone, and life looked as practical and hard as the stones of the street. Even the pictures on the walls seemed to him but things for sale, representing money values; and money appeared the beginning, middle, and ending of the world's creed. Like the unsubstantial mirage had vanished the beautiful, happy life of the past few weeks. Around him were the rocks and sands of the des- ert, through which he must toil with weary, bleeding feet till he reached the land watered by the river of life. Eeason and duty, as he believed, forbade the existence of this fool- ish passion, and he must and would destroy it; but in his anguish he felt as if he had resolved to torture himself to death. 41 And she will never know what I suffer never know the wealth of heart I have lavished upon her. I am glad she will not, for the knowledge of my love would make no more impression on her cold, proud nature than a drop of warm summer rain falling on the brow of yonder marble 196 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY statue of Diana. She would only be amazed at my pre- sumption. She feels that she shines down on me like the sun, and that I am a poor little satellite that she could blot out altogether by causing her father to turn me into the street again, which undoubtedly would be done should I reveal my feelings." And he was right. "Come!" said he to himself, breaking from his painful revery, u no weakness! You have your way to make in the world, and your work to do. God will help you, and no creature shall hinder you;" and he plunged resolutely into his duties. Mr. Ludolph was late in reaching the store that morning, and Dennis found himself secretly hoping, in spite of him- self, that Christine would accompany him. His will and heart were now in distinct opposition, and the latter would not obey orders. When Mr. Ludolph appeared, it was with a frowning, clouded brow. Without a word he passed into his private office, but seemed so restless and troubled in his manner that Dennis felt something was wrong. Why should he take such an interest in this man ? Why should he care ? The other clerks did not: not one save himself had noticed anything different. Poor Dennis was to learn that he had a disease of many and varied symptoms. After something over an hour had passed, Mr. Ludolph started from his desk, took his hat and cane as with the purpose of going out a very unusual thing at that time. But, as he was passing down the store, he met Dr. Arten opposite Dennis's counter. "Well?" said Mr. Ludolph, impatiently. "I will call again this evening," said the doctor, pru- dently non-committal. "Your daughter has caught a very severe cold. I hope it is nothing more than a cold, but so many troublesome diseases commence with these obscure symptoms that we have to wait till further developments reveal the true nature of the case." DARKNESS 197 11 You doctors make no headway in banishing disease from the world," snarled Mr. Ludolph. "There is small- pox around, is there not?" 44 Yes, I am sorry to say there is a great deal of it, but if you remember the history of that one disease, I think you will admit your remark to be unfair." "I beg your pardon, doctor, but I am anxious, and all out of sorts, as I ever am in sickness" (when affecting him- self he might justly have added). "It seems such a sense- less, useless evil in the world. The idea of you Christians believing a benevolent Being rules the world, and that He permits smallpox. Can it be possible that my daughter has contracted this loathsome horror?" "Well, it is possible, but I hope not at all probable. We doctors are compelled to look at the practical rather than the theological side of the question. It is possible for any one to have this disease. Has your daughter been vaccinated?" "No!" growled Mr. Ludolph. "I don't believe in vac- cination. It is as apt to vitiate the system as to protect it." "I am sorry for that," said the doctor, looking grave. Keen Mr. Ludolph saw and read his physician's expres- sion accurately. Seizing his hand he said, eagerly: "Pardon me, doctor; you can understand a father's feelings. Watch this case night and day. Spare no pains, and be assured I will regret no expense"; and he hastened away to his daughter's bedside. No prisoner at the bar ever listened with more interest than Dennis. If it had been his own case they were dis- cussing it would not have touched him half so nearly. But a moment before, Christine in her pride, wealth, and beauty seemed destined to go through life as in a triumphant march. Now he saw her to be a weak human creature, threatened as sorely as the poorest and humblest. Her glorious beauty, even her life, might pass away in Le Grand Hotel as surely as in a tenement house. The very thought thrilled him with fear. Then a great pity rushed 198 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY into his soul like a tide, sweeping everything before it. His stern resolution to stifle and trample upon his love melted like a snow-wreath, and every interest of life cen. tred in the darkened room where Christine tossed and moaned in the deeper darkness of uncertainty and doubt The longing to go to her with comfort and help was so intense that it required the utmost effort of reason and will to prevent such rash action. He trembled at himself at the strength of his feelings and saw that though he might control outward action his heart had gone from him beyond remedy, and that his love, so long unrecognized, was now like the principal source of the Jordan, that springs from the earth a full-grown river, and that he could not help it. Mr. Ludolph found little comfort at his daughter's bed- side. Sending her maid away, who was glad to go, Chris- tine told what she had overheard. Smallpox seemed in the mind of every one, but this was not strange since it was so prevalent in the city. 4 'Oh, father, what shall I do what shall I do, if this should be the case ? Janette will leave me, and there will be no one to take care of me. I know I shall die, and I might as well as to be made hideous by this horrible disease. No, I would rather live, on any terms; for to die is to be nothing. Oh, father, are you sure the Bible is all false? There is so much in it to comfort the sick. If I could only believe in such a life hereafter as Susie Winthrop does, I would as soon die as not." "No," said Mr. Ludolph, firmly, "your only chance is to get well. There is no use in deceiving ourselves. I have secured the services of the most skilful of physicians, and will see that you have every attention. So try to be as calm as possible, and co-operate with every effort to baffle and banish disease. After all it may be nothing more than a severe cold." So then in very truth this world was all. In bitterness and dread she realized how slight was her hold upon it. To her healthful body pain was a rare experience, but now DARKNESS 199 her head and every bone ached, and the slightest movement caused increased suffering. But her mental trouble was by far the greatest. Often she murmured to herself, "Oh, that I had been trained to the grossest superstitions, so that I might not look down into this black bottomless gulf that unbelief opens at my feet!" and she tossed and moaned most piteously. Mr. Ludolph returned to the store in an exceedingly worried and anxious state. As he entered he caught Den- nis's eager, questioning gaze, and a thought struck him: "Perhaps this young fellow, through his mission school, may know of some good, trustworthy woman who would act as nurse"; and coming to Dennis he explained the situ- ation, and then asked if he knew of any one, or could find a suitable person. Dennis listened eagerly, thought a moment, and then said, with a flushed face and in a low tone: "I think my mother would be willing to come. She has had the small- pox and would not be afraid." "But would she be willing?" "I think I could persuade her," said Dennis. Mr. Ludolph thought a moment, then said: "I think she would be the one of all others, for she must be very much of a lady, and I would not like to put my daughter in charge of a common, coarse woman. You may rest assured that I would reward her liberally." "She would not come for money, sir.'* "What then?" Dennis flushed how more deeply than before. He had been speaking for his mother from his own point of view, and now he hardly knew what to say, for he was not good at evasion. But he told the truth, if not all the truth. "We feel very grateful to you for the means of support, and a chance in life when the world was very dark. You have since promoted me " "Nonsense!" said Mr. Ludolph, somewhat touched, though; "you have earned every dollar you have received, 200 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY and your coming has been of advantage to me also. But if your mother will meet this need, should it occur, neither of you will have cause to regret it"; and he passed on to his office, but soon after went away again and did not return that day. To Dennis the hours dragged on like years, full of sus- pense and mental tumult. At times he would bow his head behind his counter, and pray in tearful fervor for the object of his constant thought. The day was rainy, and the store empty of customers, for which he was most thankful, as he would have made the poorest of salesmen. At last the hour for closing arrived, and he was left to himself. In the soli- tude of his own room he once more looked the situation fairly in the face. With his head bowed in his hands he reflected: "Last night I thought to tear this love from my heart, but to-night I find that this would be to tear out my heart itself. I cannot do it. It is my strongest conviction that I can no more stop loving her than I can stop living. Unconsciously this love has grown until now it is my mas- ter, and it is folly to make any more resolves, only to be as weak as water when I least expect it. What shall I do ?" Motionless, unconscious of the lapse of time, he remained hour after hour absorbed in painful thought. Circumstances, reason," the Bible, all seemed to frown upon his love; but, though it appeared to be hopeless, his whole nature revolted against the idea of its being wrong. "It cannot be wrong to love, purely and unselfishly," he muttered. "Such love as mine seems to carry its own conviction of right with it an inner consciousness that seems so strong and certain as to be beyond argument beyond everything; and yet if God's Word is against it I must be wrong, and my heart is misleading me." Again in unbroken silence an hour passed away. Then the thought struck him: "It is not contrary to God's action! He so loved the world unbelievers and all as to give His best and dearest! Can it be wrong to be God-like?" "It is not wise, it is not safe," prudence whispered, "to DARKNESS 201 give a worldly, unbelieving spirit the power to influence you that she will have who is first in your heart. What true congeniality can there be? What fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness ? or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel ? As the most intimate friend and companion in life, you should seek one who truly can be one with you in all things, and most assuredly so in this vital respect.'* 44 Ah," thought Dennis, "that would have been very good advice to give awhile ago. If from the first I could have understood my feelings and danger, I might have steeled my heart against the influences that have brought me to this. But the mischief is done. The words that now, in spite of myself, continually run in my mind, are, 4 What God hath joined together let not man put asunder.' It seems as if some resistless power had joined my soul to hers, and I find no strength within myself to break the bond. I am not usually irresolute; I think I have princi- ple; and yet I feel that I should not dare make the most solemn vow against this love. I should be all the more weak because conscience does not condemn me. It seems to have a light that reason and knowledge know not of. And yet I wish I could be more sure. I wish I could say to my- self, I may be loving hopelessly, but not sinfully. I would take the risk. Indeed I cannot help taking it. Oh, that I could find light, clear and unmistakable!" He rose, turned up his light, and opened the Pauline precepts. These words struck his eyes, '* Art thou bound unto a wife? Seek not to be loosed." Then, above, the words, "How knowest thou, O man, whether thou shalt save thy wife, even though she be an unbeliever?" 14 Am 1 not bound bound by that which is God's link in the chain ? It does not seem as if the legal contract could change or strengthen my feelings materially, and while honoring the inviolable rite of marriage, which is God's law and society's safety, I know that nothing can more surely bind me to her, so that the spirit, the vital part of 202 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY the passage, applies to me. Then if through this love I could save her if by prayer and effort I could bring her feet into the paths of life I should feel repaid for all that I could possibly suffer. She may slight my human love with its human consummation, but God will not let a life of prayer and true love be wasted, and she may learn here, or know hereafter, that though the world laid many rich gifts at her feet I brought the best of all." He looked out, and saw that the early spring dawn was tingeing the horizon. 41 A good omen," he said aloud. " Perhaps the night of this trouble is past, and the dawn is coming. I am con- vinced that it is not wrong; and I am resolved to make the almost desperate attempt. A mysterious hope, coming from I know not where or what, seems to beckon and encourage me forward." Dennis was young. MISS LUDOLPH COMMITS A THEFT 203 CHAPTER XXVI MISS LUDOLPH COMMITS A THEFT ME. LUDOLPH on his return found Christine suffer- ing from a nervous horror of the smallpox. From the indiscreet and callous maid, intent on her own safety, and preparing to palliate the cowardice of her flight should her fears prove true, Christine learned that the city was full of this loathsome disease, and her feelings were harrowed by exaggerated instances of its virulent and con- tagious character. "But you will surely stay with me," pleaded Christine. "Mademoiselle could not expect zat." "Heartless!" muttered Christine. Then she said: "Won't you go for Susie Winthrop? Oh, how I would like to see her now!" "She vould not come; no von vould come who knew." Christine wrung her hands and cried, "Oh, I shall die alone and deserted of all!" "No, you shall not," said her father, entering at that moment; "so do not give way, my dear. Leave the room, stupid!" (to the maid, who again gladly escaped, resolving not to re-enter till the case was decided). "I have secured the best of physicians, and the best of nurses, and by to-night or to-morrow morning we shall know about what to expect. I cannot help hoping still that it is only a severe cold." And he told her of Dennis's offer of his mother's services. "I am sure 1 should like her, for somehow I picture to myself a kind, motherly person. What useful creatures 204 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY those Fleets are! They are on hand in emergencies when one so needs help. It seemed very nice to have young Fleet my humble servant; but really, father, he deserves promotion. ' ' "He shall have it, and I doubt not will be just as ready to do your bidding as ever. It is only commonplace people whose heads are turned by a little prosperity. Fleet knew he was a gentleman before he came to the store. ' ' "Father, if I should have the smallpox and live, would my beaut would I become a fright?" "Not necessarily. Let us hope for the best. Make the most of the world, and never endure evils till they come, are my maxims. Half of suffering is anticipation of possi- ble or probable evil." "Father," said Christine, abruptly, "I believe you are right, you must be right, and have given me the best com- fort and hope that truthfully can be given. But this is a strange, cruel world. We seem the sport of circumstances, the victims of hard, remorseless laws. One bad person can frightfully injure another person" (a spasm distorted her father's face). "What accidents may occur! Worst of all are those horrible, subtle, contagious diseases which none can see or guard against! Then to suffer, die, corrupt faugh! To what a disgusting end, to what a lame and impotent conclusion, does the noble creature, man, come! My whole nature revolts at it. For instance, here am I a young girl, capable of the highest enjoyment, with every- thing to live for, and lured forward by the highest hopes and expectations; and yet, in spite of all the safeguards you can place around me, my path is in the midst of dangers, and now perhaps I am to be rendered hideous, if not killed outright, by a disease the very thought of which fills me with loathing. W hat I fear has happened, and may happen again. And what compensation is there for it all ? what can enable one to bear it all? Oh, that I could believe in a God and a future happier life!" "And what kind of a God would He be who, having the MISS LUDOLPH COMMITS A THEFT 205 power to prevent, permits, or orders, as the Bible teaches, all these evils ? I am a man of the world, and pretend to nothing saint- like or chivalric, but do you think I am capa- ble of going to Mr. Winthrop and striking down his daugh- ter Susie with a loathsome disease ? And yet if a minister or priest should come here he would begin to talk about the mysterious providence, and submission to God's will. If I am to have a God, I want one at least better than my- self. " "You must be right,' 7 said Christine, with a weary moan. 11 There is no God, and if there were, in view of what you say, I could only hate and fear Him. flow chaotic the world is! But it is hard." After a moment she added, shudderingly : "It is horrible. I did not think of these things when well." "Get well and forget them again, my dear. It is the best you can do." "If I get well," said Christine, almost fiercely, "I shall get the most I can out of life, cost what it may;" and she turned her face to the wall. A logical result of his teaching, but for some reason ifc awakened in Mr. Ludolph a vague foreboding. The hours dragged on, and late in the afternoon the hard- driven physician appeared, examined his patient, and seemed relieved. "If there is no change for the worse," he said, cheerily, "if no new symptoms develop by to-morrow, I can pro- nounce this merely a severe cold, caused by the state of the system and too sudden check of perspiration;" and the doctor gave and opiate and bowed himself out. Long and heavily Christine slept. The night that Den- nis filled with agonizing prayer and thought was to her a blank. While he in his strong Christian love brought heaven nearer to her, while he resolved on that which would give her a chance for life, happy life, here and hereafter, she was utterly unconscious. No vision or pre- sentiment of good, like a struggling ray of light, found 206 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY access to her darkened spirit. So heavy was the stupor induced by the opiate, that her sleep seemed like the blank she so feared, when her brilliant, ambitious life should end in nothingness. So I supopse God's love meditates good, and resolves on life and joy for us, while our hearts are sleeping, dead to Him, benumbed and paralyzed so that only His love can awaken them. Like a vague yet hope- inspiring dream, this truth often enters the minds of those who are wrapped in the spiritual lethargy that may end in death. God wakes, watches, loves, and purposes good for them. When we are most unconscious, perhaps another effect for our salvation has been resolved upon in the councils of heaven. But ambition more than love, earthly hopes rather than heavenly, kept Mr. Ludolph an anxious watcher at Chris- tine's side that night. A smile of satisfaction illumined his somewhat haggard face as he saw the fever pass away and the dew of natural moisture come out on Christine's brow, but there was no thankful glance upward. Immunity from loathsome disease was due only to chance and the phy- sician's skill, by his creed. The sun was shining brightly when Christine awoke and by a faint call startled her father from a doze in the great armchair. 4 'How do you feel, my dear?" he asked. She languidly rubbed her heavy eyes, and said she thought she was better she felt no pain. The opiate had not yet lost its effect. But soon she greatly revived, and when the doctor came he found her decidedly better, and concluded that she was merely suffering from a severe cold, and would soon regain her usual health. Father and daughter were greatly relieved, and their spirits rose. "I really feel as if I ought to thank somebody," said Christine. "I am not going to thank the doctor, for I know what a bill is coming, so I will thank you. It was very kind of you to sit up the long night with me." MISS LUDOLPH COMMITS A THEFT 207 Even Mr. Ludolph had to remember that he had in his anxiety thought as much of himself as of her. "Another lease of life," said Christine, dreamily looking into the future; "and, as I said last night, I mean to make the most of it." "lean best guide you in doing that," said her father, looking into his daughter's face with keen scrutiny. "I believe you, and intend to give you the chance. When can we leave this detested land, this city of shops and speculators ? To think that I, Christine Ludolph, am sick, idle, and perhaps have endangered all by reason of foolish exposure in a brewer's tawdry, money-splashed house! Come, father when is the next scene in the brief drama to open ? I am impatient to go home to our beloved Germany and enter on real life." "Well, my dear, if all goes well, we can enter on our true career a year from next fall a short year and a half. Do not .blame the delay, for it will enable us to live in Ger- many in almost royal style. I never was making money so rapidly as now. I have invested in that which cannot depre- ciate, and thus far has advanced beyond belief buildings in the business part of the city. Rents are paying me from twenty to a hundred per cent. At the same time I could sell out in a month. So you see you have only to co-oper- ate with me to preserve health and strength to enjoy all that money can insure; and money can buy almost every- thing." Christine's eyes sparkled as the future opened before her, and she said, with emphasis, "If / could preserve health and strength, I would live a thousand years." "You can do much toward it. Every chance is in favor of prudence and wise action;" and, much relieved, her father went to the store. Business had accumulated, and in complete absorption he gave himself to it. With an anxiety beyond expres- sion, Dennis, flushed and trembling, ventured to approach. Merely glancing to see who it was, Mr. Ludolph, with his 208 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY head bent over his writing, said, "Miss Ludolph is better no fear of smallpox, I think you need not write to your mother greatly obliged. ' ' It was well for Dennis that his employer did not look up. The open face of Mr. Ludolph's clerk expressed more than friendly interest in his daughter's health. The young man went to his tasks with a mountain of fear lifted from his heart. But the thought of the beloved one lying alone and sick at the hotel seemed very pathetic to him. Love filled his heart with more sympathy for Christine upon her luxurious couch, in rapid convalescence, than for all the hopeless suf- fering of Chicago. What could he do for her ? She seemed so far off, so high and distant, that he could not reach her. If he ventured to send anything, prudence whispered that she would regard it as an impertinence. But love can climb every steep place, and prudence is not its grand- vizier. , Going by a fruit- store in the afternoon he saw some fine strawberries, the first in from the South. He bought a basket, decorated it with German ivy obtained at a flower- stand, and spirited it upstairs to his room as if it were the most dangerous of contraband. In a disguised hand he wrote on a card, "For Miss Ludolph." Calling Ernst, who had little to do at that hour of the day, he said: "Ernst, my boy, take this parcel to Le Grand Hotel, and say it is for Miss Christine Ludolph. Tell them to send it right up, but on no account remember, on no account tell any one who sent it. Carry it carefully in just this manner. ' ' Ernst was soon at his destination, eager to do anything for his friend. After all, the day had proved a long one for Christine. Unaccustomed to the restraints of sickness, she found the enforced inaction very wearisome. Mind and body both seemed weak. The sources of chief enjoyment when well seemed powerless to contribute much now. In silken robe she reclined in an arm-chair, or languidly sauntered about MISS LUDOLPH COMMITS A THEFT 209 the room. She took up a book only to throw it down again. Her pencil fared no better. Ennui gave to her fair young face the expression of one who had tried the world for a century and found it wanting. She was leaning her elbow on the window-sill, gazing vacantly into the street, when Ernst appeared. "Janette," she said, suddenly, "do you see that boy? He is employed at the store. Go bring him up here; I want him;" and with more animation than she had shown that day she got out materials for a sketch. "I must get that boy's face," she said, "before good liv- ing destroys all his artistic merit. " Ernst was unwilling to come, but the maid almost dragged him up. "What have you got there?" asked Miss Ludolph, with a reassuring smile. "Something for Miss Ludolph," stammered the boy, looking very much embarrassed. Christine carefully opened the parcel and then ex- claimed with delight: "Strawberries, as I live! the very ambrosia of the gods. Papa sent them, did he not?" "No," said the boy, hanging his head. "Who did, then?" said Christine, looking at him keenly. He shuffled uneasily, but made no answer. "Come, I insist on knowing," she cried, her wilful spirit and curiosity both aroused. The boy was pale and frightened, and she was mentally taking notes of his face. But he said, doggedly, "I can't tell." "But I say you must. Don't you know that I am Miss Ludolph?" "I don't care what you do to me," said the little fellow, beginning to cry, "I won't tell." "Why won't you tell, my boy?" said Christine, cun- ningly, in a wheedling tone of voice. Before he knew it, the frightened, bewildered boy fell 210 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY into the trap, and he sobbed, "Because Mr. Fleet told me not to, and I wouldn't disobey him to save my life." A look of surprise, and then a broad smile, stole over the young girl's face at the gift, the messenger, and at him who sent it. It was indeed a fresh and unexpected little episode, breaking the monotony of the day as fresh and pleasing to her as one of the luscious berries so grate- ful to her parched mouth. "You need not tell me," she said, soothingly, "if Mr Fleet told you not to." The boy saw the smile, and in a moment realized that he had been tricked out of the forbidden knowledge. His little face glowed with honest indignation, and look- ing straight at Miss Ludolph, with his great eyes flashing through the tears, he said, "You stole that from me." Even she colored a little \and bit her lip under the mer- ited charge. But all this made him all the more interesting as an art study, and she was now sketching away rapidly. She coolly replied, however, "You don't know the world very well yet, my little man. ' ' The boy said nothing, but stood regarding her with his unnaturally large eyes filled with anger, reproach, and wonder. "Oh," thought Christine, "if I could only paint that expression!" "You seem a great friend of Mr. Fleet," she said, study- ing and sketching him as if he had been an inanimate object. The boy made no answer. "Perhaps you do not know that I am a friend friendly, " she added, correcting herself, "to Mr. Fleet also." "Mr. Fleet never likes to have his friends do wrong," said the boy, doubtingly. Again she colored a little, for Ernst's pure and reproach- ful face made her feel that she had done a mean thing, but she laughed said: "You see I am not in his mission class, and have never had the instruction that you have. But, MISS LUDOLPH COMMITS A THEFT 211 after all, why do you think Mr. Fleet better than other people?" "By what he does." "That is a fair test; what has he done ?" "He saved us all from starving, and worse than starving." Then with feminine tact she drew from him his story, and it was told with deep feeling and the natural pathos of childhood, and his gratitude caused him to dwell with a simple eloquence on the part Dennis had taken, while his rich and loved German accent made it all the more inter- esting to Christine. She dropped her pencil, and, when he finished, her eyes, that were seldom moistened by the dew of sympathy, were wet. "Good- by, my child," she said, in a voice so kind and sweet that it seemed as if another person had spoken. "You shall come again, and then I shall finish my sketch. When I get well I shall go to see your father's picture. Do not be afraid; neither you nor Mr. Fleet will fare the worse for the strawberries, and you may tell him that they have done me much good." When Dennis, wondering at Ernst's long absence, heard from him his story, his mind was in a strange tumult, and yet the result of his effort seemed favorable. But he learned more fully than ever that Christine was not per- fect, and that her faultless beauty and taste were but the fair mask of a deformed spirit. But he dwelt in hope on the feeling she had shown at Ernst's story. "She seemed to have two hearts," said the boy "a good, kind one way inside the cold, hard outside one. ' ' "That is about the truth," thought Dennis. "Good- night, Ernst. I don't blame you, my boy, for you did the best you could." He had done better than Dennis knew. 212 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY CHAPTER XXVII A MISERABLE TRIUMPH AFTER Ernst's departure Christine reclined wearily in her chair, quite exhausted by even the slight effort she had made, but her thoughts were busy. "What a unique character that Dennis Fleet is! And yet, in view of what he believes and professes, he is both natural and consistent. He seems humble only in station, and that is not his fault. Everything he does seems marked by unusual good taste and intelligence. His earlier position and treatment in the store must have been very galling. I can hardly believe that the gentleman I sang Mendelssohn's music with the other evening was the same that I laughed at as he blacked old Schwartz's boots. And yet he saw me laugh, and blacked the boots, conscious that he was a gen- tleman. It must have been very hard. And yet I would rather do such work myself than live on charity, and so undoubtedly he felt. It is very fortunate that we nearly finished the rearrangement of the pictures before all this occurred, for I could not order him about now as I have done. The fact is, I like servants, not dignified helpers; and knowing what I do, even if he would permit it, I could not speak to him as formerly. But he did show wonderful taste and skill in his help. See now that little ivy- twined basket of luscious fruit: it looks just like him. If he were only rich and titled, what a genuine nobleman he would make ! He is among the few men who do not weary or dis- gust mej so many are coarse and commonplace. I cannot A MISERABLE TRIUMPH 213 understand it, but 1, who fear and care for no one except my father, almost feared him when under Miss Brown's insolence he looked as few men can. What a jumble the world is ! He sweeps the store, while insignificant atoms of men are conspicuous in their littleness by reason of high position. "It was very kind of him to send me this tasteful gift after the miserable experience I caused him the other day. I suppose he does it on the principle of returning good for evil, as his creed teaches. Moreover, he seems grateful that father gave him employment, and a chance to earn twice what he receives. He certainly must be promoted at once. "Perhaps," thought she, smiling to herself, while a faint tinge of color came into her cheeks "perhaps, like so many others, he may be inclined to be a little senti- mental also, though he will never be as silly as some of them. "What a noble part he acted toward those Bruders! The heart of a pagan could not fail to be touched by that poor little fellow's story, and it has made me believe that I have more heart than I supposed. Sometimes, especially when I hear or read of some such noble deed, I catch glimpses of a life infinitely better than the one I know, like the sun shining through a rift in the clouds; then they shut down again, and father's practical wisdom seems the best there is. "At any rate," she said aloud, getting up and walking the floor with something of the old restless energy, "1 in- tend to live while I live, and crowd into life's brief day all that I can. I thank Mr. Fleet for a few sensations in what would otherwise have been a monotonous, dreary afternoon." "What, strawberries!" said Mr. Ludolph, coming in. "Where did you get these? They are the first I have seen. ' ' "Your man-of-all-work sent them to me," said Chris- tine, daintily dipping one after another in sugar. "Well, that is a good joke." 214 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY "A most excellent one, which I am enjoying, and in which you may share. Help yourself. 71 "And what has led him to this extravagant favor?" "Consistency, I suppose. As a good Christian he would return good for evil; and I certainly caused him many and varied tortures the other day." "No, he is grateful; from first to last the callow youth has been overwhelmed with gratitude that I have permitted him to be worth to me double what I paid him." "Well, you have decided to promote him, have you not ?' ' "Yes, he shall have charge of the hanging of new pic- tures, and the general arrangement of the store, so as to keep up your tasteful and artistic methods. Moreover, he shall meet customers at the door, and direct them just where to find what they want. He is fine-looking, polite, speaks English perfectly, and thus takes well. I can gradually work him in as general salesman, without creating trouble- some jealousies.' 7 "What will old Schwartz say ? 77 "Schwartz is good at finance and figures. I can trust him, and he must relieve me more in this respect. He of course knows that this is the more important work, and will feel honored. As to the others, if they do not like it I can find plenty who will. Fleet's good fortune will take him quite by surprise He was performing his old humble duties as briskly and contentedly as usual to- day. " "I am surprised at that, for I should have supposed that he would have been on his dignity somewhat, indicating by manner at least that the time for a change had come. He can indicate a great deal by manner, as you might have learned had you seen him under Miss Brown's insults and my lack of courtesy. Well, it does me good to find one American whose head is not turned by a little success. You are right though, I think, father; that young fellow can be very useful to you, and a decided help in hastening the time when we can leave this shop life, and enter our true sphere. I am more impatient to go than words can A MISERABLE TRIUMPH 215 express, for life seems so brief and uncertain that we must grasp things as soon as possible or we lose them forever. Heavens! what a scare I have had! Everything seemed slipping from under my feet yesterday, and I sinking I know not where. Surely by concentrating every energy we can be ready to go by a year from next fall." "Yes, that is my plan now." On the following day Dennis was again promoted and his pay increased. A man more of the Pat Murphy type was found to perform the coarse work of the store. As Mr. Ludolph had said, Dennis could hardly realize his good fortune. He felt like one lifted out of a narrow valley to a breezy hillside. He was now given a vantage- point from which it seemed that he could climb rapidly, and his heart was light as he thought of what he would be able to do for his mother and sisters. Hope grew sanguine as he saw how he would now have the means to pursue his beloved art-studies to far greater advantage. But, above all, his promotion brought him nearer the object of his all- absorbing passion. What he feared would take him one or two years to accomplish he had gained in a day. Hope whispered that perhaps it was through her influence in some degree that he had obtained this advance. Could she have seen and read his ardent glances ? Lovers' hopes will grow like Jonah's gourd, and die down as quickly. Words could not express his longing to see her again, but for several days she did not come to the store. She merely sent him word to complete the unfinished show-room in accordance with the plan on which they had been work- ing, leaving space on the sides of the room opposite each other for two large pictures. Though much disappointed, Dennis had carefully carried out her bidding. Every evening the moment his duties permitted he sought his instructor, Mr. Bruder, and, with an eagerness that his friends could not understand, sought to educate hand and eye. Dennis judged rightly that mere business success would never open to him a way to the heart of such 216 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY a girl as Christine. His only hope of winning even her at- tention was to excel in the world of art, where she hoped to shine as a queen. Then to his untiring industry and eager attention he added real genius for his tasks, and it was astonishing what progress he made. When at the close of his daily lesson Dennis had taken his departure, Mr. Bruder would shake his head, and cast up his eyes in won- der, and exclaim: "Dot youth vill astonish de vorld yet. Never in all Germany haf I seen such a scholar." Often till after midnight he would study in the solitude of his own little room. And now, relieved of duties in the early morning, he arranged an old easel in the attic of the store, a sort of general lumber-room, yet with a good light for his purpose. Here he secured two good hours daily, and often more, for painting; and his hand grew skilful, and his eye true, under his earnest efforts. But his intense applica- tion caused his body to grow thin and his face pale. Christine had rapidly recovered from her illness, her vital and elastic constitution rebounding back into health and vigor like a bow rarely bent. She, too, was working scarcely less eagerly than Dennis, and preparing for a triumph which she hoped would be the earnest of the fame she meant to achieve. She no longer came to the store with her father in the morning, but spent the best and early hours of the day in painting, riding out along the lake and in the park in the afternoon. Occasionally she came to the store in the after part of the day, glanced sharply round to see that her tasteful arrangement was kept up, and ever seemed satisfied. Dennis was usually busy with customers at that time, and, though conscious of her presence the moment she entered, found no excuse or encouragement to approach. The best he ever received from her was a slight smile and a cold bow of recognition, and in her haste and self -absorp- tion she did not always give these. She evidently had some- thing on her mind by which it was completely occupied. "She does not even think of me," sighed Dennis; "she A MISERABLE TRIUMPH 217 evidently imagines that there is an immeasurable distance between us yet. ' ' He was right; she did not think of him, and scarcely thought of any one else, so absorbed was she in the hope of a great success that now was almost sure. She had sent her thanks for the berries by her father, which so frightened Dennis that he had ventured on no more such favors. She had interceded for his promotion. Surely she had paid her debt, and was at quits. So she would have been if he had only given her a basket of strawberries, but having given his heart, and lifelong love, he could scarcely be expected to be satisfied. But he vowed after each blank day all the more resolutely that he would win her attention, secure recognition of his equality, and so be in position for lay- ing siege to her heart. But a deadly blight suddenly came over all his hopes. One bright morning late in May two large flat boxes were brought to the store. Dennis was busy with customers, and Mr. Schwartz said, in his blunt, decided way, that he would see to the hanging of those pictures. They were carried to the show-room in the rear of the store, and Dennis at once concluded that they were something very fine, designed to fill the spaces he had left, and was most anxious to see them. Before he was disengaged they were lifted from their casing and were standing side by side on the floor, opposite the entrance, the warm rich morning light falling upon them with fine effect. Mr. Schwartz seemed unusually excited and perplexed for him, and stared first at one picture, then at the other, in a manner indicating that not their beauty, but some other cause disturbed him. Dennis had scarcely had time to exclaim at the exquisite loveliness and finish of the two paintings before Mr. Lu- dolph entered, accompanied by Mr. Cornell, a well-known artist, Mr. French, proprietor of another large picture-store, and several gentlemen of taste, but of lesser note, whom Dennis had learned to know by sight as habitues of the 4 'Temple of Art." He also saw that Christine was ad vane- ROE Y 10 218 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY ing up the store with a lady and gentleman. Feeling that his presence might be regarded as obtrusive, he passed out, and was about to go away, when he heard his name called. Looking up he saw Miss Winthrop holding out her hand, and in a moment more she presented him to her father, who greeted him cordially. Christine also gave him a brief smile, and said: "You need not go away. Come and see the pictures." Quick-eyed Dennis observed that she was filled with sup- pressed excitement. Her cheeks, usually but slightly tinged with pink, now by turns glowed and were pale. Miss Win- throp seemed to share her nervousness, though what so ex- cited them he could not divine. The paintings, beautiful as they were, could scarcely be the adequate cause; and yet every eye was fastened on them. One seemed the exact counterpart of the other in frame and finish as well as subject. A little in the background, upon a crag overhanging the Khine, was a castle, massive, frowning, and built more for security and defence than com- fort. The surrounding landscape was bold, wild, and even gloomy. But in contrast with these rugged and sterner fea- tures, was a scene of exquisite softness and tenderness. Beneath the shadow of some great trees not far from the castle gate, a young crusader was taking leave of his fair- haired bride. Her pale, tearful face, wherein love and grief blent indescribably, would move the most callous heart, while the struggle between emotion and the manly pride that would not permit him to give way, in the young chief- tain's features, was scarcely less touching. Beautiful as were the accessories of the pictures, their main point was to portray the natural, tender feeling induced by a parting that might be forever. At first they all gazed quietly and almost reverently at the vivid scene of human love and sor- row, save old Schwartz, who fidgeted about as Dennis had never seen him before. Clearly something was wrong. "Mr. Schwartz," said Mr. Ludolph, "you may hang the original picture on the side as we enter, and the copy A MISERABLE TRIUMPH 219 opposite. We would like to see them up, and in a better light." "Dat's it, " snorted Mr. Schwartz; "I'd like to know vich is vich." "You do not mean to say that you cannot tell them apart? The original hung here some time, and you saw it every day." "1 do mean to say him," said Mr. Schwartz, evidently much vexed with himself. "I couldn't have believed dat any von in de vorld could so impose on me. But de two pictures are just de same to a pin scratch in frame, subject, and treatment, and to save my life I cannot tell dem apart." Christine's face fairly glowed with triumph, and hsr eyes were all aflame as she glanced at her friend. Miss Winthrop came and took her cold, quivering hands into her own warm palms, but was scarcely less excited. Dennis saw not this side scene, so intent was he on the pictures. "Do you mean to say," said Mr. Cornell, stepping for- ward, "that one of these paintings is a copy made here in Chicago, and that Mr. Schwartz cannot tell it from the original ?' ' "He says he cannot," said Mr. Ludolph. "And I'd like to see the von who can," said old Schwartz, gruffly. "Will you please point out the original," said one of the gentlemen, "that we may learn to distinguish them? For my part they seem like the twins whose mother knew them apart by pink and white ribbons, and when the ribbons got mixed she could not tell which was which." Again Christine's eyes glowed with triumph. "Well, really, gentlemen," said Mr. Ludolph, "I would rather you would discover the copy yourselves. Mr. Cor- nell, Mr. French, and some others, I think, saw the original several times. ' ' "Look at Mr. Fleet," whispered Miss Winthrop to Christine. She looked, and her attention was riveted to him. Step 220 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY by step, he had drawn nearer, and his eyes were eagerly glancing from one picture to the other as if following up a clew. Instinctively she felt that he would solve the ques- tion, and her little hands clenched, and her brow grew dark. "Keally," said Mr. Cornell, "I did not know that we had an artist in Chicago who could copy the work of one of the best European painters so that there need be a moment's hesitancy in detecting differences, but it seems I am mis- taken, lam almost as puzzled as Mr. Schwartz." "The frames are exactly alike," said Mr. French. "There is a difference between the two pictures," said Mr. Cornell, slowly. "I can feel it rather than see it. They seem alike, line for line and feature for feature, in every part; and just where the difference lies and in what it con- sists I cannot tell for the life of me." With the manner of one who had settled a difficult prob- lem, Dennis gave~ a sigh of relief so audible that several glanced at him. "Perhaps Mr. Fleet from his superior knowledge and long experience can settle this question," said Christine, sarcastically. All eyes were turned toward him. He flushed painfully, but said nothing. "Speak up," said Mr. Ludolph, good-naturedly, "if you have any opinion to give. ' ' "I would not presume to give my opinion among so many more competent judges. " "Come, Mr. Fleet," said Christine, with a covert taunt in her tone, "that is a cheap way of making a reputation. I fear the impression will be given that you have no opinion. ' ' Dennis was now very pale, as he ever was under great excitement. The old look came again that the young ladies remembered seeing at Miss Brown's entertainment. "Come, speak up if you can," said Mr. Ludolph shortly. "Your porter, Mr. Ludolph?" said Mr. Cornell, remem- A MISERABLE TRIUMPH 221 bering Dennis only in that capacity. "Perhaps he has some private marks by which he can enlighten us." Dennis now acted no longer as porter or clerk, but as a man among men. Stepping forward and looking Mr. Cornell full in the face he said: "I can prove to you, sir, that your insinuation is false by simply stating that I never saw those pictures before. The original had been removed from the store before I came. I have had therefore no opportunity of knowing the copy from the original. But the pictures are different, and I can tell precisely wherein I think the differ- ence lies." "Tell it then," said several voices. Christine stood a lit- tle back and on one side, so that he could not see her face, or he would have hesitated long before he spoke. In the firm, decided tones of one thoroughly aroused and sure of his ground, he proceeded. "Suppose this the copy," said he, stepping to one of the pictures. (Christine breathed hard and leaned heavily against her friend.) "I know of but one in Chicago capa- ble of such exquisite work, and he did not do it; indeed he could not, though a master in art." "You refer to Mr. Bruder?" said Mr. Cornell. Dennis bowed and continued: "It is the work of one in whom the imitative power is wonderfully developed; but one having never felt or unable to feel the emotions here presented cannot portray them. This picture is but the beautiful corpse of that one. While line for line, and feature for feature, and even leaf for leaf on the trees is faithfully exact, yet the soul, the deep, sorrowful tender- ness that you feel in that picture rather than see, is wanting in this. In that picture you forget to blame or praise, to criticise at all, so deeply are your sympathies touched. It seems as if in reality two human hearts were being torn asunder before you. This you know to be an exquisite picture only, and can coolly criticise and dwell on every part, and say how admirably it is done. ' ' 222 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY And Dennis bowed and retired. "By Jove, lie is right," exclaimed Mr. Cornell; and approving faces and nodding heads confirmed his judg- ment. But Dennis enjoyed not his triumph, for as he turned he met Christine's look of agony and hate, and like lightning it flashed through his mind, "She painted the picture." LIFE WITHOUT LOVE 223 CHAPTEJR XX VTI1 LIFE WITHOUT LOVE AS Dennis realized the truth, and remembered what he had said, his face was scarcely less full of pain than Christine's. He saw that her whole soul was bent on an imitation that none could detect, and that he had foiled her purpose. But Christine's wound was deeper than that. She had been told again, clearly and correctly, that the sphere of high, true art was beyond her reach. She felt that the verdict was true, and her own judgment confirmed every word Dennis uttered. But she had done her best; therefore . her suffering was truly agony the pain and despair at failure in the most cherished hope of life. There seemed a barrier which, from the very limitations of her being, she could not pass. She did not fail from the lack of taste, culture, or skill, but in that which was like a sixth sense something she did not possess. Lacking the power to touch and move the heart, she knew she could never be a great artist. Abruptly and without a word she left the room and store, accompanied by the Winthrops. Dennis felt as if he could bite his tongue out, and Christine's face haunted him like a dreadful apparition. Wherever he turned he saw it so distorted by pain, and almost hate, that it scarcely seemed the same that had smiled on him as he entered at her invitation. ''Truly God is against all this," groaned he, to himself; 4 'and what I in my weakness could not do He has accom- plished by this unlooked-for scene. She will now ever regard me with aversion." 224 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY Dennis, like many another, thought he saw God's plan clearly from a mere glimpse of a part of it. He at once reached this miserable conclusion, and suffered as greatly as if it had been God's will, instead of his own imagination. To wait and trust is often the latest lesson we learn in life. Mr. Ludolph's guests, absorbed in the pictures, at first scarcely noticed the departure of the others. Christine, with consummate skill and care, kept her rela- tionship to the picture unknown to all save the Winthrops, meaning not to acknowledge it unless she succeeded. But in Dennis's startled and pained face she saw that he had read her secret, and this fact also annoyed her much. "I should like to know the artist who copied this paint- ing, ' ' said Mr. Cornell. 44 The artist is an amateur, and not willing to come before the public at present, ' ' said Mr. Ludolph, so decidedly that no further questions were asked. *'I am much interested in that young clerk of yours," said Mr. French. u fle seems to understand himself. It is so hard to find a good discriminating judge of pictures. Do you expect to keep him ?' ' 44 Yes, I do," said Mr. Ludolph, with such emphasis that his rival in trade pressed that point also no further. 44 Well, really, Mr. Ludolph," said one of the gentlemen, "you deal in wonders, mysteries, and all sorts of astonish- ing things here. We have an unknown artist in Chicago deserving an ovation; you have in your employ a prince of critics, and if I mistake not he is the same who sang at Brown's some little time ago. Miss Brown told me that he was your porter." 44 Yes, i took him as a stranger out of work and knew nothing of him. But he proved to be an educated and accomplished man, who will doubtless be of great use to me in time. Of course I promoted him when I found him out." These last remarks were made for Mr. French's benefit rather than for any one's else. He intended that his rival should knowingly violate all courtesy if he sought LIFE WITHOUT LOVE 225 to lure Dennis away. After admiring the paintings and other things recently received, the gentlemen bowed them- selves out. On leaving the store Mr. Winthrop feeling awkward in the presence of the disappointed girl had pleaded business, and bidden her adieu with a warm grasp of the hand and many assurances that she had succeeded beyond his belief. "I know you mean kindly in what you say," said Chris- tine, while not the slightest gleam lighted up her pale, sad face. "Good- by." She, too, was relieved, and wished to be alone. Miss Winthrop sought to comfort her friend as they walked homeward. "Christine, you look really ill. I don't see why you take this matter so to heart. You. have achieved a success that would turn any head but yours. I could not believe it possible had I not seen it. Your ambition and ideal are so lofty that you will always make yourself miserable by aiming at the impossible. As Mr. Fleet said, I do not believe there is another in the city who could have done so well, and if you can do that now, what may you not accomplish by a few years more of work?" "That's the terrible part of it," said Christine, with a loog sigh. "Susie, I have attained my growth. I can never be a real artist and no one living can ever know the bitter- ness of my disappointment. I do not believe in the immor- tality that you do, and this was my only chance to live be- yond the brief hour of my life. If I could only have won for myself a place among the great names that the world will ever honor, I might with more content let the candle of my existence flicker out when it must. But I have learned to-day what I have often feared that Christine Ludolph must soon end in a forgotten handful of dust." "Oh, Christine, if you could only believe!" "I cannot. I tried in my last sickness, but vainly. I am more convinced than ever of the correctness of my father's views." 226 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY Miss Winthrop sighed deeply. "Why are you so de- spondent ?' ' she at last asked. As if half speaking to herself, Christine repeated the words, " * Painted by one having never felt, or unable to feel, the emotions presented, and therefore one who cannot portray them. ' That is just the trouble. 1 tried to speak in a language I do not know. Susie, I believe I am about half ice. Sometimes I think I am like Undine, and have no soul. I know I have no heart, in the sense that you have. "I live a very cold sort of life," she continued, with a slight shudder. "I seem surrounded by invisible barriers that I cannot pass. I can see, beyond, what I want, but cannot reach it. Oh, Susie, if you knew what I suffered when so ill! Everything seemed slipping from me. And yet why I should so wish to live I hardly know, when my life is so narrowed down. ' ' "You see the disease, but not the remedy, 7 ' sighed Susie. "What is the remedy ?" 4 ' Love. Love to God, and I may add love for some good man." Christine stopped a moment and almost stamped her foot impatiently. "You discourage me more than any one else," she cried. 4 'As to loving God, how can I love merely a name? and, even if He existed, how could I love a Being who left His world so full of vile evils? As to human love, faugh! I have had enough of romantic attachments." "Do you never intend to marry ?" "Susie, you are the friend of my soul, and I trust you and you only with our secret. Yes, i expect to marry, but not in this land. You know that in Germany my father will eventually be a noble, the representative of one of the most ancient and honorable families. We shall soon have sufficient wealth to resume our true position there. A hus- band will then be found for me. 1 only stipulate that he shall be able to give me position among the first, and gratify my bent for art to the utmost." LIFE WITHOUT LOVE 227 "Well, Christine, you are a strange girl, and jour dream of the future is stranger still. ' ' "Sometimes I think that all is a dream, and may end like one. Nothing seems certain or real, or turns out as one expects. Think of it. A nobody who swept my father's store the other day has this morning made such havoc in my dream that I am sick at heart. " "But you cannot blame Mr. Fleet. He did it uncon- sciously; he was goaded on to do it. No man could have done otherwise. You surely do not feel hardly toward him?" "We do not naturally love the lips and bless the voice that tell us of an incurable disease. Oh, no," she added, "why should I think of him at all? He merely happened to point out what I half suspected myself. And yet the peculiar way this stranger crosses my path from time to time almost makes me superstitious." "And you seem to have peculiar power over him. He would have assuredly left us in the lurch at our tableau party had it not been for you, and I should not have blamed him. And to-day he seemed troubled and pained beyond expression when he read from your face, as I imagine, that you were the author of the picture. ' ' "Yes, I saw that he discovered the fact, and this pro- vokes me also. If he should speak his thoughts " "I do not think he will. I am sure he will not if you caution him." "That I will not do; and I think on the whole he has too much sense to speak carelessly of what he imagined he saw in a lady's face. And now, Susie, good- by. I shall not inflict my miserable self longer upon you to-day, and J am one who can best cure my wounds in solitude." "Do you cure them, Christine? or do you only cover them up ? If I had your creed nothing could cure my wounds. Time might deaden the pain, and I forget them in other things, but I do not see where any cure could come from. Oh, Christine ! you did me good service when in the 228 BARRIERS BURNED AWAY deepening twilight of Miss Brown's parlor you showed me my useless, unbelieving life. But I do believe now. The cross is radiant to me now more radiant than the one that so startled us then. Mr. Fleet's words were true, I know, as I know my own existence, I could die for my faith. ' ' Christine frowned and said, almost harshly: "I don't believe in a religion so full of crosses and death. Why could not the all-powerful Being you believe in take away the evil from the world ?' ' 44 That is just what He came to do. In that very char- acter he was pointed out by His authorized forerunner: 4 Behold the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sin of the world.'" 44 Why does he not do it then?" asked Christine, petu- lantly. "Centuries have passed. Patience itself is wearied out. He has had time enough, if He ever meant or had the power to fulfil the promise. But the world is as full of evil and suffering as ever. Susie, I would not disturb your credulous faith, for it seems to do you good; but to me Christ was a noble but mistaken man, dead and buried centuries ago. He can do for me no more than Socrates. They vigorously attacked evil in their day, but evil was too much for them, as it is for us. We must just get the most we can out of life, and endure what we cannot prevent or escape. An angel could not convert me to-day no, not even Susie Winthrop, and that is saying more still;" and with a hasty kiss she vanished. Susie looked wistfully after her, and then bent her steps homeward with a pitying face. Christine at once went to her own private room. Put- ting on a loose wrapper she threw herself on a lounge, and buried her face in the cushions. Her life seemed growing narrow and meagre. Hour after hour passed, and the late afternoon sun was shining into her room when she arose from her bitter revery, and summed up all in a few words spoken aloud, as was her custom when alone. 4 'Must I, after all, come