NOWADAYS GEORGEA.HIBBARD Bought at. 8ERTRAND 140 Pacific A LONG BEACH r.Ai I pn B w i "STANDING HAND IN HAND." [See page 49.] NOWADAYS AND OTHER STORIES BY GEORGE A. HIBBARD AUTHOR OF IDUNA. AND OTHER STORIES " ETC.. ETC. ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS 1893 Copyright, 1893, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All rights reserved. CONTENTS PAGE NOWADAYS I " THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET IN LIFE " . 37 "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" 63 "GUILTY SIR GUY" I0 5 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 153 A FLIRT o 2046112 ILLUSTRATIONS STANDING HAND IN HAND" . . . Frontispiece. EDITH HAD DRAWN THE CURTAIN ABOUT HER" Facing p. 72 THE ROOM HAD BECOME QUITE DARK" " 198 BOTH WERE SILENT FOR A MO MENT " . " 266 NOWADAYS NOWADAYS Nowadays. As Philip Santvoord steps out of the door way he glances at the old butler, who, after giving him his hat and stick, stands with one hand on the outer door-knob, in an at titude of perfect deference, yet without los ing that severe look which shows that such as he grow old with increasing doubt and live mainly to state objections. He had been in the house in the time of Philip s father. He was as much an inheritance as the "Juno" Madeira, and as incrusted with fine old habitudes as the bottles of that incomparable wine with incremental dust, and in such an old family servant certain inward reservations semi-openly expressed, as to the doings of Philip s generation in general and Philip s doings in particular, were only natural and to be expected. 4 NOWADAYS "The flowers will be sent as I directed ?" "Yes, Mr Philip." " And Wilson is to be here with the cart at half-past five not five, mind." "Yes, Mr. Philip." A great deal might happen, as Santvoord knew, before afternoon, a great deal of vital importance to him, but that was no reason why any one nowadays should bother himself by disarranging the programme of his day, Philip paused for a moment and then added, "That will be all." The old butler, disapprobation in every line of his face, turned and shut the door with a moderate bang, which sounded like a well-bred ban upon all modern devices. As Philip walked with quick but unhur ried tread along the cross - street his lips just moved, and he hummed to himself the latest plaintive melody that had been wafted across the world from some London music hall. A score of things awaited his at tention downtown ; he had every reason to walk with a heavy heart and bent brow , but still he hummed and whistled the simple NOWADAYS 5 air, as pretty and as common as the little singer who had first given it success at "The Empire" or "The Alhambra," with the aspect of a man who had not a care in the world. Is it not to-day nowadays when no obtruding thought should distract, no intruding memory weaken ; when the present is the focus of so much that there is no time for regret or apprehension ? And so Santvoord walked briskly along the nar row side-street, filled with the animation of the late-stirring city life, cheerfully, almost gayly, ready to meet what the day had in store for him like the school-master of Lynn when he confronted the jury that was to give him life or death, " equal to either fortune." It might certainly be thought a trifle agi tating to begin the day with the conscious ness that before nightfall one may be either a pauper or a millionnaire, with the chances largely in favor of the former. And this was the predicament in which Santvoord found himself ; this the prospect he was compelled to face on this particular morn ing. Yet it all seemed to him in the regular 6 NOWADAYS order of things, for none more thoroughly than he lived the life of his time, when all is possible and anything probable if it be only sufficiently strange and sudden -and when such change as might come to him he felt would be strictly "all in the day s work" of the day of to day. For the clay was a part of these strange days -in which we live, and the exact mo ment in which he was living and breathing and having his being was a small fraction of that most marvellous of all time the time that we know as nowadays. Nowadays. Nowadays, when the world spins so very rapidly down the " grooves of time " that a strange vertigo makes us light-headed ; now adays, when the beliefs, the hopes, the fears that have brought us so far are cast by the roadside as impedimenta in the on -rush; nowadays, when we have "changed all that, 1 and change is but the beginning of change. Nowadays, when the clash of battle is the loudest, the contest the fiercest, the weap ons of longest range and keenest edge ; when gunpowder seems slow and dynamite NOWADAYS 7 almost ineffective, when heroism abides al though chivalry is gone, when sacrifice ex ists although policy controls. Nowadays, when the pace is so great that to stumble is to be overrun, but when failure yesterday may be success to-day or at latest to-mor row. Nowadays, which is like all other days and yet so unlike any. Nowadays, when every day works wonders the sight of which would have made Prospero break his staff and " drown " his book deeper "than did ever plummet sound." Nowadays. Nowadays, when nothing is so distant that it may not touch you; nothing, however close, so near that you can wholly under stand its consequences. Nowadays, when the difficulties of a South American republic can convulse European money centres, can embarrass the American financial world, and can on this morning send Philip Santvoord, an American citizen, resident in this city of New York, running up the stairs leading to that iron chalet on stilts known as the Street station of the Sixth Avenue " ele vated " at quicker pace than he would have 8 NOWADAYS used if there had been no such trouble ; for so remote, so near, so quick are causes, so widespread, so ramified their consequences nowadays. If in nothing else, Santvoord differed from most of his contemporaries in this he thought very little about himself; he hardly ever had time. He had always lived too thoroughly the complex life of nowadays was too much a part of the time to recognize how characteristic he really was ; for to be so completely ab sorbed in a thing, so assimilated with all around, is to lose self-consciousness, to be come insensible, as it were, of one s own identity. Therefore he did not recognize anything exceptional in his position this morning, considering it, if he gave it exact thought at all, only something uncomforta ble, something slightly disturbing, yet nat ural and quite as it ought to be. How could it, all things considered, possibly be otherwise when, with all else, the desires, demands, needs of nowadays beset and pos sess men as did the devils of old, inexora ble imps that no exorcism can cast out ? NOWADAYS Q Had not his inheritance the fortune old Santvoord had derived from his lazy-going China trade, and which had once looked so magnificent become, in comparison with the wealth of nowadays, something really inconsiderable ? And would he not be rec reant to the faith and duty of his order if he did not take the field and seek to win as others all about him were doing ? Rushing along in mid-air, the crowded glittering street below, the empty, glowing sky above, with stretches of unequal roofs on either side leading the eye to a horizon jagged with towers and chimneys, or now shut in between walls that blocked the view, it seemed to Santvoord, as it has seemed to others even less imaginative, that he was being lightly borne through space, in a magical realization in practical nowadays of the flying carpet of Schehere- zade s tale. Glancing about the car, he nodded to three or four men whom he knew, noticing, as he did this, more than one wrinkled brow and thoughtful, absent look. A panic was imminent. Before the gas had blazed or the electric lights had 10 NOWADAYS shone the evening previous, the news of the turn in affairs had been flashed up town. It had been an anxious day, the market had been unsteady, and there had been a shiver of apprehension. At night, hotel corridors had been crowded with curious or excited men ; wise " I-told-you- so s," were frequent in all the clubs. This morning the excitement had the quiet of intensity, and men were hastening " down town " with the aspect of reserves hurried on to a doubtful battle-field. The evident but suppressed agitation of those about him was assuring to Santvoord. He felt as the duellist might when he sees his adversary tremble as he comes on the ground. These whom he knew in the car, or such as these, were to be his adversaries ; and to one of his instincts, his training, his time to one living nowadays to whom the philosophy of him of Malmesbury, that life is warfare, seems practically true any sign of weakness in humanity, which to him existed only to be overcome, gave a certain stringent pleasure. He himself felt no fear, no point of alarm touched him, no shade of NOWADAYS II apprehension stole over any faculty ; there was a strain of exhilaration rather exhila ration such as is sometimes given by the spur of keen pain. He might have to give up everything, even the city he loved so well the city that held no secrets from him, that he knew with knowledge so inwrought in his nature as to seem almost instinct ; the knowledge the Indian has of the prairie, the Arab of the desert ; the knowledge that only the long-dweller in a city can obtain of the peopled wilderness it in one sense is. He might have to give up the costly appli ances of this incongruous modern life that life in which the vestiges of yesterday and the aspects of to-day are so strangely mingled in one mass of anomalousness ; he might be compelled to yield up all consid erable place in the harlequin existence of nowadays, when the world, counting by its centuries, will soon pass from its " teens," and, with the exultant joy of a young prod igal, at last come into full possession of its own, stand ready for a " good time," but still rather appalled by the thought of grave responsibilities and great possibilities. 12 NOWADAYS " Bleecker !" called the conductor. The shout startled him. He must soon leave the train. And Madeleine ? With all the force with which a thought that we have striven to disregard and keep down finally asserts it self, with all the confused arrearage of doubt, dismay, and conjecture with which such a thought at last arises, the idea of Madeleine Verschoyle suddenly arose in his mind, and filled it to the exclusion of all else. He thought of her as he had seen her at the opera the night before. The party with which she came had entered late, and as she slowly advanced to the front of the box before unoccupied the only break and vacancy in the whole glit tering tier he, turning with many another, saw her, and for the thousandth time thought how noticeable if not beautiful she was ; for there was nothing accus tomed in her aspect ; only a beholder with all modern perceptions, informed by all modern acquirement, could really realize her loveliness. To the un-illuminati of the time her face was illegible, her grace mere NOWADAYS 13 motion. She was often thought " plain " by those who "seeing, could not see." The subtle charm, the quick look of sud den and complete apprehension, the man ner woven in finest tissue, its warp of natural tendencies, its woof spun from the world s best experiences these in her were as nothing to most, but Santvoord had rec ognized her at once for what she was, an heiress "of all the ages," and in full pos session of her freehold. She was as thor oughly a creature of the day as he was himself, and he knew it. She announced that she was modern, and she rejoiced in it. When Santvoord for the first time met her and took her in to dinner, she had al lowed him to ask questions, while she only gave answers the safer opening, a sort of queen s gambit in the game, all things con sidered ; but as she rose she turned swiftly upon him, and without prelude or provoca tion said, simply, " I wish you would come and see me." And now they were engaged. It had been " announced " for some time, 14 NOWADAYS and had received society s fullest approval ; for was he not one whose position was un exceptionable and whose prospects were excellent ? Loss, failure, ruin, might very well mean the annulment of their betrothal ; for Sant- voord, if he indulged in illusions about anything, certainly entertained none about himself. He had never looked upon the engagement in any other than a very practi cal way. He never thought that Madeleine cared for him with any of the absorbing, un reasoning fervor of the lovelorn maiden of unmitigated romance. She had too many in terests in her busy life to make that possible. She was no simple Marguerite, who might make answer that she had " time enough " to think of him ; indeed, he doubted if she lost any time in such weak and unbecoming way. She was a very modern young person, living in a time when everything has suf fered extension but the twenty-four hours, when there is twice as much of everything except the time in which everything must be done, and she could hardly be expected to waste in sentiment what should be em- NOWADAYS 15 ployed upon society. So Santvoord had thought in the enforced rapidity even of thought nowadays, but he really had no more attempted to comprehend the exact state of her feeling as to him than he had to analyze his for her. Facts are the things nowadays and it was a fact that they were engaged. Would any reasonable per son think of going beyond that of dragging in wholly unnecessary considerations in the way of feelings and fancies when there was the undisputed fact itself ? Certainly not nowadays. Why was she really marrying him ? In the rare and brief interviews their busy lives permitted they had talked but lit tle of what might be called sentimentality. There was so much of substance in their daily existence, so much of actual and vivid interest ready at hand for their discussion, that they had usually parted in a hurried, surprised fashion, allowing little time for any expression of emotional superfluities. It al most seemed as if they were astonished to find themselves in any such position, and as if it made them, what neither had ever been before, a little shy and awkward. 1 6 NOWADAYS As he looked back upon it now, it seemed to him that there had been, after all, an un satisfying poverty in their relations, a " thin ness," a lack of " tone," something wanting. He glanced out of the window impatiently, as one looks quickly around when thought annoys. How the signs of the shops and offices were crowded on the walls ! He felt that it would have been better if he, if she, had not taken everything so much as a mat ter of course. And then he stared along the car. But could it have been helped ? What else would have been possible nowadays ? In a week or less it all probably would be ended, and so what did it matter ? She had undoubtedly said " yes " so promptly when he had so abruptly asked the question over which so many coyly, doubtfully hesitate, for the reason that he was so plainly " suit able " ; but now should his suitableness be ended there would be no reason why the af fair should go on. Strange that what had been hitherto satisfactory should suddenly appear so incomplete ! Perhaps she had only consented to marry him because her father had wished her to do so, for that such NOWADAYS 17 was the paternal desire had been very clear to Santvoord from the first. Old Verschoyle, as every one knew, was " temporarily em barrassed." But there had never been a time within the memory of the oldest diner- out when Verschoyle had not been " tem porarily embarrassed " in such embarrass ment, however, as did not interfere with his consumption of viand or vintage, with his country house or his city house, his mem bership of the best clubs, or even the main tenance of a very creditable racing -stable. His was one of those remarkable existences in which ways and means seem wholly in commensurate with conditions and results, one of those who nowadays appear to pos sess some substitute for that old horn of plenty which its owner could fill at will with whatever he desired. But everybody knew that with Verschoyle s death there would come an end of all these good things o o And none understood better than the old man himself how fearfully near that formi dable end always was. What was to become of Madeleine ? She had various aunts, es timable maiden ladies, living in a small IS NOWADAYS Georgian town, but would it be possible for this radiant creature to lead other than the modish life to which she had always been accustomed ? Verschoyle would cer tainly have thought it no more possible for her to so change existence than for himself ; and what, concluded Santvoord, as the train swung around a sharp corner and almost seemed to graze the crumbling edge of the blackened building, could be more natural than the arrangement of the match by this highly presentable sinner, this upper-world ling of threescore of the marriage of his only child to his " dear young friend Sant voord," who could now and then so easily let him into a " good thing," and whose methods were so thoroughly the masculine complement of his daughter s modes ? And so, he thought, his fortune and his lady-love might be taken from him together. Some Sir Marmaduke, riding away on a " milk- white steed," and bidding farewell at once to his ancestral acres and a somewhat lach rymose Lady Alice, might excite interest if not respect ; but Philip Santvoord hurrying downtown on the " elevated," uncertain NOWADAYS 19 whether he may not lose a fortune sufficient to have reinstated any Sir Marmaduke and have bought out the adjoining estate of Lady Alice s noble father, doubtful whether Mad eleine Verschoyle would be constant to him, is really a very matter-of-fact figure. But such is the unfairness of fate, such the lot of those who live nowadays, when even ro mance, as Halleck sings, is not what it was. " Gone are the plumes and pennons gay Of young Romance; There linger but her ruins gray, And broken lance. " Tis a new world no more to maid, Warrior, or bard is homage paid; The bay-tree s, laurel s, myrtle s shade Men s thoughts resign ; Heaven placed us here to vote and trade, Twin tasks divine " " Rector !" shouted the conductor. As Santvoord hurried up Broadway to the " Street " so great that, like the king of France, it requires no title the drays, the carts, the lighter business wagons, the stages, rumbled, rattled, toiled, or dashed over the pavement as usual ; the crowd on 20 NOWADAYS the sidewalk was no denser, no more hur ried, than on other mornings. Broadway, that avenue that leads to a continent, was unchanged and, as always, ugly, bristling, inspiriting. But the scant street itself highway to success, thoroughfare to failure wore an uncommon aspect. Messenger- boys run in and out, through agitated hun dreds -, clerks with anxious, almost fright ened look hasten up and down and across the narrow way ; the continuous clatter of telegraph instruments, as the rattle of in fantry fire in the contest after the skirmish- line has been driven in, can almost be heard on the sidewalk. Men can hardly avoid col lision in their haste. Some meet, stop, and, while speaking with one another, are pushed apart by hurrying numbers, or are driven to the gutter, where a broken sentence is finished, or perhaps, in subdued whispers, some eager question put. The great de sire is for information ; knowledge of any thing, everything, that can in the remotest way indicate how things are going ; even the drifting straws of gossip that can show how the wind that may be a squall, that NOWADAYS 21 may be a tornado is blowing are eagerly caught up, and minute by minute from all over the world pour in " cables " giving orders, asking questions, bearing advice, admonition, injunction ; offering support, withdrawing aid ; carrying hope, creating despair. News from Threadneedle Street, reports from the Bourse, the funds falling, rentes going down. There is excitement the world over ; in dark Hamburg counting- rooms, in hot Calcutta banks, the effects of the financial shock have been felt, and everywhere the outcome of this day is await ed anxiously, for nowadays the peoples of the earth are bound together by golden ties, and what ambition, faith, fanaticism, or the theories of men have failed to accomplish, the need or greed of gain has done, and the world is now really united in the great Fed eration of Trade. With the opening of the Exchange more would be known; the test of actual transaction might prove much. As the time approaches, the steps of the building are crowded, the street in front almost blocked. Along the sidewalk, up and down, are looser clusters and groups 22 NOWADAYS of excited men. It is a strange gathering. Only nowadays can its like be seen ; so many so moved by such really sordid mo tives, uninfluenced for one instant by the slightest consideration of the general weal or woe ; a struggling, agitated mass, each stirred only by his own self - interest ; a throng without the significance evident and felt when thousands pulsate to the beat of some single thought, some dominant idea, when assemblages of men have the impres- siveness of Niagara. It is little if anything more than a well-dressed rabble. But what matter ? A crusade never created anything, it only destroyed. Philanthropy never built a city or a railroad. It is "business" that does the business, and " business " is the business nowadays. Perplexing, bewildering nowadays ! As Santvoord sits at his table in his rooms in the Universal Trust Building the noises from without can only be heard as a distant murmur. While he tears open de spatches and glances at letters, he loses for the moment acute consciousness of what at least is a crisis important to him. NOWADAYS 23 And now the hour of opening had come and passed. Every one is selling, selling, madly, wildly, and prices are going down. If this continues all is lost, and panic, and all that panic entails, must follow. Men set their teeth and wait, uncertain what the next minute may bring ; while all of them pray for the hour when strife must cease, and there may be chance to count the loss or gain. A point is touched below any the most imbittered " bear " had imagined pos sible, and consternation drives all in rout before it. Margins that were thought more than ample have been swallowed up, and a second line of defence has in many cases been lost. Philip feels that all is over. The last call has strained every resource, and the next will find him helpless. There is nothing further he can do. Matters have passed beyond his control; only a sudden rise can save him. He feels that it would be a relief to lock the door, let the storm rage, and not receive news of its progress until all was over and decided. In a large breakfast-room in an uptown 24 NOWADAYS house a young girl sat facing an old man. Although different in age, in the face of each was the same expression of indefinite dissat isfaction, of very definite restlessness the lines with which the present makes its sign- manual upon its own. The old man threw down the paper at which he had just glanced ; it fell upon others that he had already cast aside. "It looks ominous," he said, "but it may be only a scare, a flurry, after all." " Why should we distress ourselves ?" asked the girl, carelessly. " What have we to do with the stock-market ?" "No one," answered Verschoyle, "is so high or so low that he can affect to disre gard what happens there not nowadays." " Nowadays !" half exclaimed Madeleine, contemptuously. " Your fetich." "Yes, nowadays," interrupted Verschoyle ; " and no one worships the fetich more de voutly than yourself. Don t you boast that you live only in the present, with the pres ent, and for the present ?" " I don t think I ever made it a boast," said the girl, quietly. NOWADAYS 25 " But you have said it," he replied, rather petulantly; "and it is a good thing that you have felt it. If you had been other than you are, I would not have felt so se cure about you. You know my position." "We have always been in a position, " said the girl. " I suppose we shall find enough to eat. Pretty much every one does." " Eat !" exclaimed Verschoyle, impatient ly. " Eat ! There are appetites sharper than hunger nowadays ; needs, necessaries of life, more to such as you and I than food and drink. Eat ! As if luxuries were not your necessities! You one of the most artificial creatures that ever existed a young woman of to-day !" " I wonder if I am ?" said the girl. " You ? You d die from want if you couldn t have what wealth gives. That is the reason why I was in favor of this en gagement with young Santvoord. It had to be. Noblesse oblige. A weak motto. We ve a better, truer, stronger: The times compel. I ve always lived up to it and lived by it, and so have you and Santvoord. Every- 26 NOWADAYS body said he was rich -, not so rich as some, but rich enough to keep you from what would be destitution to you. I thought it was for the best , but now " Now ?" said Madeleine, quickly looking up. " What do you mean?" " Mean ?" said the old man, fretfully. " I mean that he would not let well enough alone , that, like all the rest of us, he has been trying it on in stocks, and is likely to be hard hit, even if he does not lose all he has. I heard all about it at the club last night, and if there is a panic to-day The girl did not notice that her father had not finished the sentence. She sat gaz ing intently, vacantly, out of the window. " What do you say to that ?" asked Ver- schoyle. " Is there anything for me to say ?" " You cannot marry a poor man." Madeleine did not speak. " It is impossible for such as you nowa days," said the father. " What do you know about me ?" demand ed the daughter, quickly. " Enough to know that," he answered, in slight astonishment. " \Vhat do you mean ?" NOWADAYS 27 " I mean," said the girl, " I have learned a great deal in the last few weeks. You have been too much occupied to know much about me. We are all too much oc cupied to know much about each other." " Slightly heroic in manner," he remon strated, " and altogether out of place." " Nowadays," she added, rather scorn fully. " But I am not heroic or melodra matic." "You are very strange this morning." " I am not. I am myself. I can easily understand that I may seem strange to you. Absolutely you know nothing about me. You cannot say what I would or what I would not do." " Would you marry Philip Santvoord with out a penny ?" She did not answer. " If you would," he said, " I would not consent to it. I know too well the trouble, the misery that would follow." She was still silent. " You," he continued " none of us, can change a nature. You have the hunger of to-day for all that to-day can give, and 28 NOWADAYS without wealth that hunger cannot be ap peased." " Philip," she suddenly asked, " is in trouble ?" " Unquestionably." " He has not told me that he feared trouble." " Would such a one as he be apt to do so nowadays ?" sneered the old man. The girl arose as if to leave the room. " You are going out ?" asked the father. "Yes." "True, I had forgotten. You must see Mrs. Thirleston to-day. Her dinners begin in a fortnight. As you have said, it is im portant that you should be at the first; es pecially if His Royal Highness is there, as he surely will be if he comes to this country. Give her my profoundest regards if you see her." " I will," said Madeleine, " if I see her." " I was to give this to you, and to no one else," said a servant evidently belonging to a " smart " establishment, as he held out a note to Santvoord. NOWADAYS 2g With the first touch of nervousness that he had shown, Santvoord tore open the en velope and read the few hurried words writ ten upon the enclosed card almost at a glance. " I am in the brougham in the street. If it is pos sible for you to get away follow William, who will bring you where I am. I want to see you as soon as I can, please. M." Madeleine wished to see him, and at once. Why not do as she asked ? Per haps it would be better that he should, let what would come. He could accomplish little by remaining ; things had passed be yond his control. Again in the street. The tumult is una bated ; it is even intensified. Where such interests contend, where such a tremendous game is being played, no man, not even a mere spectator, can stand near and not catch something of the excitement of the hour. The sidewalks are more crowded than before. Human beings, too absorbed to feel their existence, flow in currents and 30 NOWADAYS counter-currents, or eddy around some cen tral point where some one of their kind pro claims something anything. Money and time. Here a group with faces set in rigid lines stands silent, expect ant, uncertain what the next minute may bring. Time and money ! A moment, an hour, hundreds or thousands or millions, as may befit the particular needs. Santvoord and the footman, with many a sturdy push, struggle through the throng and gain the quiet of the upper part of the street. But the man does not stop here. Pausing for a moment on the curbstone at Broadway, he awaits a chance to make his way through the flood of vehicles that strug gle and crush along the pavement, and then, followed closely by Santvoord, hurries quick ly across. In front of the great, grim church that stands with fixed gaze looking down Wall Street, threatening and admonitory in front of that church that stands as Savona rola might have stood, pausing before dec lamation against the luxury and greed of an older capital, Santvoord saw drawn up NOWADAYS 31 to the sidewalk an accurately equipped brougham which he recognized as the Ver- schoyle carriage. Just beyond the high iron fence, within the church -yard, was Madeleine herself. Without speaking, he walked with her down one of the gravel-paths that run among the sallow grave-stones. " Do you think that what I have done is strange ?" she asked, when the din of the street was slightly diminished by the dis tance. " Yes no," answered Santvoord, hesitat ingly. " I think it is," said Madeleine. " It cer tainly is the last thing in the world that I should have thought I would do." Philip did not speak. "I heard that you were in trouble," she continued, " and I came." He glanced at her in quick surprise. " I knew that you would be surprised," she went on ; "I am surprised myself. It is not what I should think any one of us would do nowadays." Nowadays. 32 NOWADAYS He knew that in the great room of the not-distant building men were already shout ing in contest, in conflict strenuous almost as actual warfare. He knew that on that field men animated only by the one passion for gain, with firm, set mouths and rigid brows, were struggling in such absorbing intensity of strife that consciousness of time, space, life, of everything but gain, gain, was lost. And all this hardly more than a block away, while here, as a child s fingers might part and play with the gray hair of age, the wind shook and dallied with the sere grass es of autumn growing limply around the gravestones, and the mild sunlight fell through the thinning leaves of the trees as if in smiling benediction upon those who knew no contention in their rest. No graveyard upon a country hill -side was more peaceful. Confused, conflicting nowadays. " I wanted to tell you that I was sorry," continued Madeleine. " We have never, I think, known each other very well, and I thought that you might not know " and she, the girl whom hitherto no embarrass- NOWADAYS 33 ment could discomfit, no surprise startle, hesitated " that I was sorry." " Thank you," said Philip, simply. " Then you really care ?" " Why, do you not know now ?" and she looked quickly up. " I did not know. How could I ?" he an swered. " I will know now. I could not bear to doubt it. And, Madeleine " " I think," she interrupted, " that I have wanted to tell you a long time that I cared ;" and as she turned quickly away she did not see the light of gladness that shone in his eyes. "And," he said, "even if everything else went, there would still be " " Everything, I hope," she interrupted again, and she held out her hand, which he seized and held in both his. " Madeleine," he almost whispered. "I think," she said it was a strange waywardness, for she would not let him speak now " that we have been living in some strange mistake. We all do nowadays. And we like every one else we have tak en too much for granted. We allowed other 3 34 NOWADAYS thoughts, other interests miserable little transient things to drive out the great real ones. We acted" and she laughed gayly " as if we were afraid that caring would be a bore to us. We shirked what was se rious as if it were going to be troublesome, as we all do nowadays. It needed some thing big to show us ourselves our real true selves." They had just made the circuit of the graveyard, and now stood before the church door, the massive tower rising high above them. " But, Madeleine" " Let us go in," she said, quickly. There was hardly any one in the church. The roar of the outside world came to them now as only a deep, soothing murmur. Sant- voord at first hardly realized where he was. Then the softened light, the gentle stillness, the hallowed influences of the place, the only half-felt consciousness of the amazing rapt ure which was so deep that it even now had a touch of fear all these humbled him into wondering thankfulness, thrilled him with strange elation. NOWADAYS 35 She let him take her hand again as they sat side by side in the nearest pew. " We will make no more mistakes," he said. " No," she said, and sank to her knees and hid her face in her hands. And all this is possible, for is it not nowadays ? Nowadays. THERE S NOTHING HALF SO SWEET IN LIFE" " THERE S NOTHING HALF SO SWEET IN LIFE" The building could hardly be said to be specialized by anything except excessive newness, although it might be readily de scribed generically as one of the very fin est specimens of the severest type of Neo- American municipal architecture on the continent. The most malignant political opponent of the party in power shrank abashed by its austerity, angularity, and general air of being for what it was in tended and for nothing else, from proffer ing any charge of jobbery. It stood in and of itself an apparently perfect refuta tion of any such suspicion. All over it told of retrenchment and reform in its trim, clean brick-work ; in its scant stone trimmings, placed, it would seem, rather for the purpose of reminding the beholder that 40 "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" costly and useless ornament had been rigor ously excluded than for any adorning qual ity of their own ; in every fold of the great zinc cornice, rising high above the actual roof and protruding far over the street everywhere it bore indications that the most direct attainment of the end in view had been sought, not at any price by any means, but rather at the smallest price for which any one had been found willing to contract. The weather, too, might have seemed to the wildly imaginative something contracted for by the city s government something, however, that had not been so successful a bargain as the building for it was a miser ably poor affair, a mere " scamped job." It ran through all the changes from rain to hail and sleet to snow and back again ; it melted ; it froze ; it exhausted its whole repertory, and through all variations the wind now whistled, now howled, a dismal accompaniment. St. Patrick a pleasant immortality to him must, in addition to his other estimable qualities, have been a saint of singular unselfishness and self-ab negation, for certainly only a being without " THERE S NOTHING HALF SO SWEET 41 a particle of the self-seeking spirit would have consented to take the lyth of March generally about the most unpleasant day in the year for his own. With true Irish carelessness he must have accepted what none other in the calendar could be brought to consider. It was a perfect St. Patrick s day in the evening, and the landscape the moon, having risen as the hours ad vanced, shone dimly through the thin clouds resembled nothing so much as a poor wash-drawing in some black pigment ; the street-lamps and glowing windows appear ing like pin punctures in the paper through which the light struck brightly. Out of doors it was rawly cold, but in the great bare room in the particular building already mentioned, up the broad, easy steps, and beyond the double doors, the huge stove seemed fairly to quiver in its circumambient heat, to tremble in such ripples about its ornamented crest that you might have been justified in forgetting that it was a solid thing at all, and easily pardonable in im agining that it was impalpable it looked so like such a monster as some ironmonger 42 "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" who had dined too heavily might be likely to encounter in a nightmare. The high, bar ren room was not unpleasing, though hardly inviting, being one degree less unattractive than the waiting-room of some large railway- station, which, indeed, with its long, wooden seats and inrailed office, it somewhat re sembled. It had but two occupants. Well within the immediate and torrid neighbor hood of the stove the untutored savage would have imagined it the presiding deity of the place and instantly prostrated him self before the inrailed idol sat a man tipped back in his chair, with his hands clasped behind his head, and his feet on the shining brass barrier that was intended to prevent the incautious from burning them selves. Another, younger and evidently of less consideration, stood at a high desk writing vigorously. " Wouldn t ha had such a quiet day if twant such a bad one," said the man at the stove, as a stronger gust of wind than usual surged against the pane. His companion nodded acquiescently and turned to what looked like the ordinary "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" 43 ledger of the ordinary clerk. But if you had glanced over his shoulder you would have been a little surprised if you had only expected to behold the commonplace en tries of ordinary mercantile transactions, for the building was known as Station- House Number i of that Precinct, and the book open on the desk was the " blot ter" bearing enumeration of malefactions and crimes blacker than the ink that in harsh, dry phrase recorded them. On these pages were kept an account of man s debit with evil, and on each leaf appeared an entry of a life s bankruptcy. With the pitiless, business-like brevity of an invoice, men, women, and children were described and despatched whither ? It seemed as if in that devil s day-book no form of man s baseness lacked mention ; as if humanity at no stage of its downfall lacked unworthy representation, for from the vagrant woman- child to the drunken beldam, from the thieving boy to the murderous madman all were there. The decent, trim, regulated aspect of the place affected you almost with a sense of 44 " THERE s NOTHING HALF so SWEET uncomfortable unnaturalness when you knew where you really were, admirable though it might be in itself and pleasing in any other connection. What in a hospital would have unqualifiedly won your praise, here seemed incongruous. There was a cold-blooded, matter-of-fact acceptance of evil conditions, and a practical, painstaking preparedness for it that was almost repulsive. It did not seem, despite the humanitarian, that those walls intended to restrain the assassin and the robber should be finished with the spot less plaster and the unstained wainscot of a museum ; that these floors, across which re luctant criminals had been dragged, should be swept and tended like those of a public library. The man by the stove he was in the undress uniform of his shirt - sleeves stretched his strong arms and expanded to the full his capacious chest. He did not look a particularly sympathetic person ; his experiences could hardly have been such as to render him particularly suscep tible to pity, though his face was not bad, only somewhat coarse and heavy. He "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" 45 was evidently about to address another remark to his companion, when one of the doors of the main entrance opened slowly. A round head from which the hat had been removed, covered with tight -curling black hair, was thrust cautiously in, and the bright black eyes in the fresh, good- humored, boyish face glanced quickly about the room. " Be the rules sthricht," said the new arrival with a strong Irish accent, "agin comin in ?" He had addressed the man at the desk, but receiving no answer he apparently took silence for consent, if not invitation, and pushing the door a little open, he ad vanced confidently a step further, still re taining, however, his hold upon the big bronze door-knob. He was a young fellow of about twenty-two or -three, with that peculiar look of intrepid alertness that a young Irishman more than any one else possesses, the fact that he was an Irish man being discoverable at a glance. The perfection of his physical condition was clearly shown by his firm skin, now red- 46 "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" dened by the wind and rain. Though he was rather under the medium height, it was evident that his well-formed limbs were vigorous and sinewy. His legs were covered with tight corduroy, worn and shiny, and around his throat was loosely knotted a bright - colored handkerchief. Nowise abashed by the forbidding morose- ness of the two occupants of the place, he again looked easily around, and then glanced for an instant out of the still open door. " The invitation s not as pressin as some ye give," he said, " but I ll not stand on ceremony with ye, an just step in." " What d you want here ?" asked the man at the desk, seeing that the other dis dained to speak. " What would a man be wantin here ? Yer company, d ye think ?" " Ye ll get nothin else, an too much of that if ye don t clear out," answered the other, who was evidently a compatriot, but one of longer residence in America. "Ain t this the station-house?" asked the young fellow aggrievedly. "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" 47 " Ye ll find out that it is." " Thin I d loike to know av it s not here that a gintleman that s timporarily out o imployment and consequintly not possessin the wealth av a railway Crasus can find ac commodation for the night." For all response, the man addressed jerked his chin out sharply. " It s here I ve been given to understand that the government good luck to it, an may it nade a voter whin I am meself a citizen provides lodgins for thim that calls for thim in a quiet, paceable manner ; an that bein so, considerin the circumstances I have mintioned, I d ask the favor of a room. The place is not iligant, but dacent, an I make no question." " Come in and shut that door," growled the officer at the stove. " An I would, but I m not alone," replied the applicant. " Would ye have me shuttin the door in the face of a lady ?" Dropping his feet to the floor, the police man who had last spoken turned to gaze at the intruder in wonder. " I ll bid her, with yer lave, to come in," 48 "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" said the young man ; then turning he called into the outer darkness, " Norah, Norah, me dear, ye may come up." He held the heavy door full open, and a young woman came in with a rush, the wind forcing her skirt as well as the light shawl which she held over her head into bulging folds. She was not more than eighteen, and as she stood brushing the rain from her hair that fell shaggily over her fore head she was with her frank, unpreten tious beauty a sufficiently charming picture. Plainly, tidily clad as she was, there was evident in her dress that self-respecting coquetry that a pretty woman in any sta tion always finds means to exhibit in any material, and her face, beside its prettiness, was honest, wholesome, and intelligent. She glanced timidly from one of the strangers to the other, and then moving closer to her companion she took his hand in her own. " Me wife," announced the young Irish man proudly. " Mrs. Moichel Casey." She dropped a little courtesy to each of the officers first to the "door-keeper" be hind the desk, and then, in some way divin- "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" 49 ing that the other was of higher rank, she turned and bobbed a deeper one to him. Standing hand in hand, she with a certain blushing diffidence and he with an air of careless confidence that had nothing about it of impudent assurance ; both young and evidently free from all conscious or pur poseful evil, they were a strange pair for that sin-haunted place. Accustomed as the burly captain was to all the varying degrees and complexities of human malefaction, this unexpected appari tion of insouciant innocence astonished and confused him ; even the door-keeper pre pared to listen, for he carefully wiped his pen and placed it in the little iron rack. In that place a murder of the most atrocious character would hardly have caused a stir of interest, but this was certainly some thing new. Whining vagrants who had al ready appeared as criminals had been seen there by the score; decrepit age, vicious indulgence, imbecile ignorance, all at one time or another had been given shelter beneath that roof; but always, in all who had applied for such protection, clearly and 4 50 "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" plainly could be seen adequate cause for such appeal. " I know," continued Mr. Casey, " that the place is respectable though the com pany is bad, an I do not hesitate to bring me wife here." " Mike," whispered the young woman re- monstratingly, " the gintlemen moight think that ye meant thim." " Hush, me darlin ," he answered ; " sure they ll see I mane that it s the company they kape." As the old police-captain looked more closely at him, his experienced eye detected that the natural gayety of the youngster s nature and nation was very slightly but still artificially heightened. " An this, thin, is the station-house," he continued. " I niver before saw the inside of it whin I go out of that door may I in ter it for the last toime but many of me frinds, I make no shame to say, is inti mately acquainted with it. Norah, me gurl, it s your work, that it is. Whin ye have shinin before ye two bright eyes, it s little that the sparkle of a single glass 11 attract " THERE S NOTHING HALF SO SWEET 51 ye. I ve been a sober lad, gintlemen, iver since the toime I see me gurl. I ll not say much o what I was before, but I was young thin and wild. The divil may he be sus- pinded by his own tail so as all the harm he can do will be in the reach av his hoofs was strong in me, an though his riverence did the best that he could for combattin him, it was no avail. That was in the ould country ,- for I was born in the county Sligo before I came here." " You re a west-of-Ireland man," said the policeman. "That an no other," answered Casey, who had at first looked from one to the other of the officers, but now addressed his remarks exclusively to the captain. He was a middle-aged man, and not at all the kind of a person whose thoughts, a word, a voice, a face, would easily start down the wreck-strewn road of memory. But, for some reason, at the moment some force cracked the slowly -harden ing heart-crust. Perhaps it was the influ ences of the day, for no true Irishman feels quite the same on the iyth of March as on 52 " THERE S NOTHING HALF SO SWEET any other day of the year, especially if he has been born on the troubled and troub lous island. And the captain had been born there long, long before; in resurgent strength he remembered suddenly and with out apparent cause the rude cabin almost lost in the landscape so small, so shape less, so like in color to the soil around it that it might readily have been taken for some accidental elevation of the earth ; he re membered the swarming children, the mis cellaneous animals ; he recollected many a homely detail and many a trivial fact; and then, his thoughts taking erratic bound, he recalled how, when he was between child hood and boyhood, he had watched the glowing sunset, with the smoke curling thin ly and bluely up against it, over in the west, whither he had been told that the friends, neighbors, and relatives whom he had seen depart, singly and in families, were gone, and he had wondered if the skies were always as bright in the daytimes of that other and wonderful world. " It s there I lived till a year this very toime, sor. But it was not there that I first "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" 53 saw Norah. It was here in America while the feelin of loneliness was still on me, that I found her here in America where I d come to make me fortune where I ex pected to pick up goold, an where I found a jew l. The fortune 11 come. When ye ve got love in yer heart, there s no room for fear or even for hope, an all waitin s a joke, seein you don t wait for that. Ah, but it s a hard toime we had. The ould folks were agin me from the furst ; but Norah, from, the swate day whin she called me an impu dent thafe that no dacent gurl would spake with, never deserted me." " Mike," said his pretty companion, " the gintlemen may not be carin to hear all this." "If I wear your patience as smooth as me corduroys, perhaps, sor, ye ll remember the toime yerself whin yer heart could make the journey from yer throat to yer boots and back agin quicker than ye d say the saint s howly name, jist at the distant sight of a thrim shape." He paused as if for an answer, but re ceiving no response, unless the quick con- 54 "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" traction of his chief listener s shaggy eye brows might be considered one, he con tinued : " They were agin me, an the since of the situation was with thim, I ll confiss. What a gurl loike Norah Roach could want with a useless crayture loike Mike Casey no one coulcl see. I ll grant that; I ve felt loike breakin me own head for its presumption in thinkin av it. But a gurl, sor, should be let to have her own way. The Lord s given her those bright eyes for somethin , an she can see farther into a human heart than father or mother, whose sight s oft a bit blurred with age. An Norah looked into my heart, an seem her own image there came back, as well she moight, to her own lookin -glass to take another peep." "Mike," said the girl, "it was on yer bended knees that ye besought me to listen to ye." " Sure the more easy that I might kiss yer little hand, seem yer lips was not al lowed me thin." A blush no faint, incipient flush, but a heavy, honest wave of color crimsoned "THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" 55 the girl s face as she pettishly withdrew her hand from his. " They were agin me from the first, for they had in their minds a great marriage for her a man who owned siven dump-wagons and eighteen horses. But she d niver look at him, even with his velvet waistcoat and goolden chain. If he had been a crayture av any sperit as it was there was nothin I could do with him. I have been acquaint ed with men," continued Mr. Casey, reflect ively, " who would not fight sober, but I niver saw a man but him that would not fight drunk. There was nothin to do with him at all. The ould folks was agin me ; the praste was agin me ; all was agin me -, me own past was even agin meself. I had only me love for Norah to spake for me, an I made the most of me single frind. Whin she d jump out av the cabin window on the summer nights and mate me by the willows on the bank av the canal, she saw I loved her and she trusted me God bless her !" and his hand now sought hers " an here we are in spite of all with love in our hearts." 5& " THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" It could hardly have been the day alone that affected the listener, for he thought now how he himself had once stood in al most the same situation, when he with his young wife, who had since died, had landed at Castle Garden with only the money for the day s support about him ; and long as it was ago a daughter was now teaching in the public school a block away he lived again in that old time. " What happened ?" he asked, in a gentler tone than the door-keeper had ever before heard. " Little enough. Norah would not go agin the expriss wishes of the ould people, an so she sid at last that she d marry the man on a certain day fixed." " Well ?" " Well, she sid so." " How comes it then that " " Oh, that s what s botherin ye, is it ? Don t ye see if the pore gurl was ready an \villin to do what they wished she couldn t do more." " Certainly not, but" " If the marriage could not take place, she bein ready, small blame to her." " THERE S NOTHING HALF SO SWEET 57 "But" " If the man niver came, how could she be marryin him ? An he niver came, thrust me for that. Some of the b yes got hold av him an fixed him illigantly, an thin to make the matter more sure, they nailed up his doors and windows till the fiend himself could niver have got out. Shure how could she marry him, an she so dutiful to her pa rents ?" The captain smiled grimly. " So thin, havin done all in her power to plaze the family, she just shlipped out av the same window to plaze me, an I may make bowld to say to plaze herself." "Rafferty," said the captain, turning to the man at the desk, " we can lodge these people for the night ?" " Yes, sir." "Take the fools, then, and do what you can for them." Rafferty, followed by his charges, started for the door, through which they all disappeared, with a short scrape of the foot and nod of the head from Casey and another courtesy from the young wife. For a moment the sound of their steps could 58 " THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET " be heard on the hard floor as they sought the inner recesses of the building, and then the silence of the room was only broken by the ticking of the big clock and the oc casional splutter of the electric light. Presently, however, the voices of some persons advancing rapidly along the corri dor reached the room, and the door leading to the regions beyond was thrown hurriedly open. Rafferty and the young man entered in animated discussion. " Let me spake to him," said Casey, ex citedly. " Ye cannot kape me from spakin to him." Then stepping briskly across the intervening space, he again stood before the astonished officer at the stove. " Jist a little look here wan side, if ye plaze," he said, persuasively. With a docility such as the door-keeper had never witnessed the puissant and dread ed captain of the First Precinct allowed him self to be led into a corner, and consented, at first carelessly, to glance at and then to read carefully a small bit of paper that Casey drew from an inner pocket and held before " THERE S NOTHING HALF SO SWEET 59 his eyes. The subordinate, who was watch ing the scene with absorbing interest, saw his superior look quickly at the young fel low, and then, after a laugh that ended somewhat abruptly, turn from him and walk across the room. " Rafferty," he said, as he wheeled about, " take these people and treat them, as near as we are able, as if they were in the best hotel in town. D ye understand ? break every rule we ve got if they want it." Speechless in his wonder, the obedient Rafferty led his now triumphant opponent through the same door by which they had entered. The clock ticked on, and the light, after passing through a sputtering and purple eclipse, shone forth steadily for some time. After a while Rafferty again returned. As he entered he glanced at the officer he had left behind, and found that he had resumed that attitude at the rail that he must have adopted with his citizenship. Crossing the floor silently, the door-keeper sought his former place at the desk and prepared to go on with his work. Hardly, however, had 60 " THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET" he taken up his pen when he was startled by an unwonted sound. He looked up as tounded. Could it be true ? In all the years of his experience in the place he had never known such a thing. His superior was actually singing. At first low and doubtingly, and then louder and more sure ly, in hoarse, cracked voice, he was hum ming to himself the refrain of some song. The listening man at last, with fresh amaze ment, caught the words of the rudely ren dered melody : " But there s nothing half so sweet in life As love s young dream." It was so the words ran. Rising, the elder policeman went to the window, against which the rain had begun to beat violently, and, drumming on the pane with his fingers, proceeded to whistle the simple air. " Rafferty," he said, suddenly turning to his subordinate, " all the fools in the world aren t dead yet." Rafferty looked dubiously at his pen. " What do you suppose those two young idiots have done ?" " THERE S NOTHING HALF so SWEET " 61 Rafferty s imagination was unequal to the demand made upon it. " By ," began the captain, and then sud denly stopped short. " They were only mar ried this afternoon. That was the certificate he showed me. They are on their wedding- trip, do you hear ? and the first night of it they re spending in the station-house." Rafferty gazed at his superior as if he had expected him to laugh, and was sur prised to find that he did not. Turning again and looking out into the darkness of the night, the captain hummed once more between his teeth, in a voice as hoarse as that of the rising wind, "No, there s nothing half so sweet in life As love s young dream." A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" Two o clock in the morning, January i, 189-. As this journal will never be seen by other eyes than mine, I shall write with more than the autobiographic frankness of Benvenuto Cellini, of Jean Jacques Rous seau, of Anthony Trollope. I will not be guilty of that highly-praised form of hypoc risy, that senseless aberration, that is called modesty. I possess unusual, even strange ly exceptional, mental powers. I have al ways found that I could easily comprehend the natures of all persons whom I have really known, understanding their every ac tion and often anticipating their very words, and I can only think that what I compre hend I must contain, and that, therefore, mine must exceed all other intelligences. I do not know that I should make any boast 66 " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " of this, for, in truth, the intellects of those I have encountered and I have met many of the most famous and respected men of my day have not been of a nature to ex cite my admiration. Sooner or later I have discovered the idiosyncratic derangement marring the symmetry of the mind. Every where I have found men possessed of some mental defect, guilty of some unreason mastered by love, driven by hate, embit tered by envy, deluded by vanity, sunken in superstition, restless with ambition, eager in faction. I view with amazement and horror the state of mankind. The world, seen beneath the calm, clear light of pure reason, appears to me to be suffering from universal dementia. But why use a palli ating word ? Why not recognize the fact in strong, familiar English ? The world is mad. I do not wonder that I am what is called a successful man. I do not wonder that I am envied, flattered, feared. My only as tonishment is that I have not accomplished more not acquired unprecedented power not won unexampled wealth. I know that "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" 67 I possess wide influence and a great fort une, but with my exceptional abilities I should have done more. I am so strong and mankind is so weak. I am so practical and all others so visionary. I am so sensi ble and the rest so irrational. Search, try as I will, I can find no inexplicable desires, no unreasoning prejudices, no such ignorant credulity as I have discovered in all with whom I have been brought in contact. I can discern no such eccentric offshoots from concentric self. I am aware that I have much, in a mate rial way, that has been and is of great as sistance to me. I have always been very rich, receiving a large fortune from my mother my father s first wife. This I have nearly doubled, so careful have I been in its investment and expenditure. My half-brother, Edward, has often re monstrated with me about the time and thought I give to every dollar I spend, say ing that I already had more money than I wanted. "You are so rich," he has said, almost contemptuously, in his strange, impulsive 68 " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " fashion, " that you might squander a penny or two now and then." " What do you call rich?" I asked, trying, as I always do, to bring him directly to the facts of the case ; " can any one be too rich?" "He is rich," he answered instantly, "who need only work for fame." I shook my head sadly, for I wished him to understand that I disapproved of such false, misleading generalities. I am always deeply grieved when I find him so fanciful, so inaccurate, so deluded. I have entered public life and have held several important offices. I did not do this from any foolish, unpractical ideas, such as I often find in young and inexperienced men. I took up politics as I would any ordinary business enterprise. I found mis management, corruption, and ignorance on every hand. As a citizen as a member of this joint-stock company bearing the name of the United States I thought that it would be wise for me a large holder of its stock to look into the conduct of its affairs. I might in so acting serve as an example " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " &9 for others. Such examples are, indeed, sadly needed. My friends, when by chance they speak of public matters, allude to those occupying official position as a gentleman might to the steward on his estate as a person something above a servant, possibly a very worthy being, but certainly not an equal. And I wish to say here that I firmly believe that the aristocracy of America is the most careless and luxurious that has ever existed since society took form, for it is the only one that has been unwilling to exert itself to the extent of undertaking the hitherto honorable occupation of governing a right for which other aristocracies have given battle and consented to pay others to do it. When long ago I told Edward what I in tended to do, he merely laughed at me. " Why should you trouble yourself about this patch-work of a country ? Politics, they say, is a game, and success in American political life depends, as it does in our na tional poker, only on luck and bluffing. " I did not attempt to answer him. Per haps it would have been better had I al- 70 "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" ways argued each point, and at any cost of time and labor brought him to see reason. I fear I have humored him too much. I am not greatly liked. At this, however, I am not in the least astonished. Any one so evidently superior as myself must neces sarily be exceedingly unpopular. My posi tion and reputation are in themselves awing, and my manner is not one of familiar gayety. The fact is, I must confess, not displeasing to me. I am not sorry that the meaning less jest halts on the tongue and the heed less laugh is stilled at my approach. It is part of the homage involuntarily paid to my great mental elevation. I am aware that people even avoid me. This, too, is only natural. What can vain trifling have in common with serious purpose ? At a ball, whither I had unwillingly gone, I heard one young girl speak some words to another that I think as clearly as anything express the feeling with which I am re garded. "Your great man is too ponderous," she said, ignorant of the fact that I was close behind her, " like the pious yEneas and the "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" 71 blameless king of the race of Mentor and of Imlac. He has all the dulness of a calm and all the terrors of a tempest. I would as soon talk agnosticism to the Archbishop of Canterbury or nihilism to the Czar of Russia as address an average society re mark to him." Such, in brief statement, is a summing up of my character, possession, and position as I stand on this winter s night at the begin ning of another January. As this period returns I always endeavor to strike a trial balance, as it were, with myself ; and now, having reviewed my present situation, I feel competent to enter upon these coin ing months. To-night we have, as it is called, seen the old year out and the new year in a pro ceeding apparently necessitating much ri diculous and inane frivolity. Edward, my half-brother, was, as he always is on such occasions, the chief promoter of the even ing s levity, most ably assisted by Edith, who, I must say, brought unfailing help to the execution of any proposed and prepos terous plan. At dinner there were only 72 " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " Edward, Edith, her father, and one or two others ; but during the evening many friends came in, and when the clock struck twelve we formed a goodly company. We all stood silent while the last stroke trembled away, and the pealing of the city s bells came to us through the open window, now loud, now low, on the bitter winter wind. Edith had drawn the curtain about her as a protection against the cold and stood listening. I saw Edward look at her. Was it a revelation? Edith blushed quickly, deeply, and looked down. Could he for an instant think of asking her to marry him? Would she for an instant entertain the idea ? Remember ing his poverty and hers, it would hardly seem probable. Still, I know too well the real imbecility of this boasted winner in the "competitive examination" of evolution man to believe it impossible. My position may, indeed, become difficult and perplex ing. January 9, 189-. To-day Edward regularly took up his res idence in my house. Since the loss of his money the loss ! rather the absurd and EDITH HAU DKAWN THE CURTAIN AHOUT HER. "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS 73 criminal surrender of his fortune to the creditors of the firm in whose bankruptcy he was legally only partially involved since that time we have had much talk as to where he had better go, and finally I asked him to live with me until something could be definitely arranged as to his fut ure. Our conferences have necessitated his constant presence in the house, and I have recently seen more of him than I have at any time since we were boys. I have watched him closely, and I have discov ered, among other things, that his atten tions to Edith are greater than the mere exigencies of society demand. I fear that in his impulsive, unthinking way he has allowed himself to fall in love with her, as it is called a phrase that on its face shows that humanity at large has some remote appreciation of the undesirable and lower ing nature of the condition, for it directly implies that the state is not voluntarily entered upon, but that the unfortunate has heedlessly stumbled or "fallen" into it. A stronger contrast than the one exist ing between my own character and that of 74 "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" my half-brother could not well be found. My calm, equable temperament has always been sharply opposed to his wild, extrava gant, enthusiastic nature. His passionate joys and griefs have always been wholly inexplicable to me, but now at last I fear I have learned the true, sad cause. Even when we were boys when we were little more than children I remember that I was often amazed at his want of self-con trol. I recollect that when I was about twelve years old and he several years younger I was astounded at the wild ex cess of his grief at a very trivial incident. A litter of puppies that we owned together was one day accidentally destroyed. For a whole day Edward refused to eat, and it was a week before he recovered his accus tomed gayety. Through the contempt I felt for such weakness, even at that early age, I am sure I was strengthened in that moderation for which I have always been celebrated. Remembering his extravagant conduct on that occasion, I cannot but feel that if any sorrow should come to him now when years have brought him no greater " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " 75 power of self-command, but rather greater laxity of will, the result might indeed be lamentable. January 17, 189-. Since Edward has been living with me I have followed his movements closely, and discovered much to cause me uneasiness, even alarm. He spends a great part of the day with Edith a waste of time he clearly cannot afford. They talk, they walk, they read, they paint together. I can no longer doubt that he will soon, if he has not done it already, ask her to become his wife. Whether she would consent I can not now say. She is not an unusually silly girl, and I think would hardly commit the inexcusable folly of accepting a man who is absolutely a pauper. I cannot, indeed, believe that she could become the victim of that strange and fantastic madness that is named love. I cannot think it possible, but every day my confidence in the ration ality of all around me becomes less and less. I have always believed that a marriage 76 "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" between Edith and myself would fulfil ev ery reasonable requirement. She is young, handsome, of excellent family. I am a man of settled habits, established reputation, and above all, large wealth. January 22, 189-. To-day I had a long talk with Edward about his future. I have often, since the loss of his money, pointed out to him that it would be necessary for him to do some thing towards his own support. I must confess that he has always, and much to my surprise, readily acceded to what I have said. For some time I have been looking for some suitable occupation for him, and yester day I made up my mind to offer him a subor dinate position in a mill in which I have a large interest. I laid my proposition be fore him this afternoon, and to my utter amazement found that he was unwilling to accept it. He told me that he was determined to become an artist. For an instant I was too astonished even U A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" 77 to answer, but quickly realizing that I must at once turn him from his folly, I told him plainly what I thought. While he was in possession of his fortune, he was at liberty, I said, to amuse himself with any unre- munerative occupation he saw fit, but now, I pointed out, his altered circumstances necessitated real, practical, strenuous exer tion. " I can support myself," he replied. " I may even say more. I believe that I can make myself known." I told him that this was merely visionary, or at best problematical that a certainty is as much better than a hope, as a fact is better than a doubt. "A certainty," he answered, losing him self in one of his constantly recurring fits of blind enthusiasm, " has always been the enemy of success. Genius is courage. I might lead the life of a torpid fool in your little spinning village, eat enough and drink enough, and in time, when the senses were through with me, die and be buried. Would one state differ materially from another would it matter whether I were above 78 "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" ground or below ? Would that dull accu mulation of scarce animate years be worth an instant of struggling, hoping, fearing, despairing existence ? Living is striving, and striving is living. I would rather, at any time, live under the inspiring influence of a glorious possibility than under the deadening depression of a tame assur ance." I argued with him, but to no purpose. This strange infatuation has taken strong possession of him, a possession too firm to be shaken by words. He must be tried by incisive fact before he can realize his folly. This new freak will probably cause me much trouble and expense. He says he would rather starve in a garret than give up this the cherished purpose of his life. He protests that he never will accept a penny from me. I wish I could have some faith in the strength of his resolution. January 26, 189-. I am very much disappointed in Edward. Putting my desk in order to-day, I found a note written to him that had, in some way, " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " 79 gotten among my papers. On the back of it were scrawled some rhyming lines. [A number of verses, evidently the ones mentioned, were found in the journal, upon a loose note such as is described, and are here inserted. ED.] Dreaming, although it is day, Drowsily stretched on the grass ; Letting my wits run away ; Letting realities pass. Drowsily stretched on the grass ; Building up castles in air ; Letting realities pass ; Free from the turmoil and care. Building up castles in air ; Lazily lying at rest ; Free from the turmoil and care ; Wasting my time, they protest. Lazily lying at rest ; Blinking away at the sun ; Wasting my time, they protest, Since there s so much to be done. Blinking away at the sun ; I wish them luck on their way. Since there s so much to be done, I shall have nothing to say. So " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " I wish them luck on their way. If they but leave me to dream, I shall have nothing to say, False though the vision may seem. If they but leave me to dream, Dreaming that you could love me ; False though the vision may seem ; Dreaming what never can be. Dreaming that you could love me ; Dreaming, although it is day ; Dreaming what never can be ; Letting my wits run away. Could anything be more preposterous, more wantonly reckless, more heedless of all obligation ? I did not expect to find the firmness of purpose, the recognition of practical considerations, that are part of a strong character; but I certainly did not expect to discover such a shameless repu diation of all the duties of life. February 2, 189-. My mind is made up. Reason demands that I should ask Edith to marry me. I must do this, if for nothing else, in order to save Edward and herself. I cannot but " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " 8l think that my duty to my kind, and the dictates of that natural religion of human ity that teaches us how much we owe to those who are to come after us the great positive belief command me to do all in my power to prevent their union. 1 firmly believe that her reason is mastered by that strange frenzy love. If I do not quickly interfere, she may fulfil the promise that I believe she has already made to Edward and become his wife. To-day I took the first step towards the accomplishment of my purpose. I went to her father, an aged clergyman, who had been one of my father s most intimate friends, and asked his consent to address his daughter. He received me with evident constraint. I have always suspected that he disliked me. " She is a good girl," he said, " and I trust her fully. If you obtain her consent you shall have mine." " My dear sir," I answered, " I want more than your consent. I want I fear I need your assistance." " I am not one to advise a girl in a mat- 6 82 "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" ter of this sort. The free, natural, unre strained impulse is the best guide." " But," I almost interrupted, " this is not merely what is called an affair of the heart. I am a serious, practical man. I am very rich. I can give your daughter all that she desires. In short, every conclusion of com mon-sense must tell you that I am the proper husband for her." "I know," he replied, reluctantly, "that you offer every worldly advantage, and for her sake I am doing what I never did for myself. I am remembering purely worldly things. She has known you all her life. If she can love you I shall be glad that so many of the good things of this life should be hers." " What has this thing that you call love to do with it ?" I asked, almost impatiently. " I can do for her what few others could ever hope to do. If she married Edward, for example, as I sometimes suspect she thinks of doing, she would be subjected to a life of self-denial and perhaps even of physical discomfort. It is our duty to save her from herself." " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " 83 " I am glad you have spoken of your brother," he quickly replied. " I have, in deed, sometimes thought that her heart was given to him, and, unfortunate as such a marriage would be in a worldly way, if she really loves him I cannot, I dare not, op pose it." " Why not ?" I asked, hardly concealing my disgust at such absurd sentimentality. " I might be responsible for her future un- happiness even for her eternal misery. A single error may harden the conscience and work irremediable evil to the soul." " Do you wish your daughter," I asked, with some warmth, " to give up the real ad vantages I offer her for an absurd fancy ?" " Love is God speaking in the world, and none dare disobey His behests," he replied, solemnly. " Self-seeking and avarice, like all other vices, once admitted to the heart, turn traitors and let in their allies. It is only by watchful resistance that we can hope to save ourselves to attain the glories of the life to come." "And would you renounce the present, the actual, the almost tangible good for 84 " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " the vague blessings of a problematical fut ure?" " Like Kant, I give up imperfect knowl edge in order to make room for perfect be lief." I did not argue with him. I have his permission to urge my suit with the daugh ter. That is all I sought. I hope that she may be more reasonable than the father. February 6, iSg- I become more and more anxious about Edward. At times he is moody and de jected to an unusual degree, and again he is unnaturally, feverishly exhilarated. When Edith is not present he seems to lose all in terest in what is going on, and only on her reappearance does he exhibit any signs of real attention. February 15, 189-. I have spoken to Edith at last. I drove out with a large party to skate on a lake which lies near the town, and in the afternoon I told her what I have for a long time purposed to tell her. It happened in this wise. After an hour or " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " 85 so on the ice Edith, I noticed, became tired and seated herself on a rock on the shore from which the snow had been blown by the wind. I paused at her side, and the rest soon passed on. The sun was just sinking over the brim of the valley, and the shad ows of the hills fell long and dark over the snow-covered country. Gleams caught from the flaming sky shone on the ice, and a thin new moon hung low before us. A perfect stillness was over all, broken only now and then by the faint, far-away laughter of the skaters taking one more turn before depart ure. I do not note these facts for the rea son that they had any such effect upon me as I have found described in some of the few romances that curiosity has led me to read, but rather for the purpose of record ing that I was entirely free from such ex traneous influences. I was as calm and collected as if I had been buying a ticket at the dullest and dreariest railway-station in the country. We were alone. The time had come. I determined to make one last, logical appeal to her reason. 86 "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" " I have," I began, " a proposition to make to you, and I ask your earnest consideration of it." She turned her eyes, which had been fixed on a light that had just twinkled into being on the opposite shore, in astonish ment upon me. " I wish to ask you," I continued, " to marry me. Do not answer at once. You will, I am sure, on reflection find that for every reason it would be wise for you to do so. I am not old or ill-looking, and I cer tainly have distinguished position and im mense wealth." She seemed to regard me with steadily increasing apprehension almost with ter ror and when I paused she shrank from me and answered hurriedly, " I must ask you not to say this to me. I cannot listen to you." "Why not?" I asked. " I thought you knew You should know. I am engaged to your brother." Although I was not in the least surprised at this announcement, I did not reply at once. U A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" 87 " That need not necessarily make any difference," I said, finally. " It is not now too late to correct the mistake you have made. I imagine that you have acted from impulse. I believe that upon reconsidera tion you will readily see the error into which you have fallen. You will realize how ab surd, how insane, such a marriage would be. You will probably tell me that you love him. I make an appeal to your better rea son. Try and free yourself, at least for the moment, from this misleading fancy. Is it wise to throw away all that I have to offer wealth, position, power for a transitory whim ? Is it not better, wiser on the whole, that you should at once break this unrea sonable engagement and marry me ?" She again looked far away at the light on the opposite shore. " Do not speak to me," she said, sudden ly. " You do not remember who you are who I am." " Is this reason ?" I asked, patiently. 11 No," she answered, " it is not reason. It is something beyond reason. Honor transcends reason. I am engaged to marry 88 " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " your brother. You have no right to speak to me I, none to listen to you." I need make no comment on this strange interview. Poor thing, so blind, so weak, so unreasoning. I can only pity, I cannot blame her. February 17, 189-. Edith s mother has heard of my proposal for her daughter s hand, and is doing all she can to aid me. If it were not for nu merous proofs of mental weakness that I have discovered in this maternal being, I should believe that she was a person of un common sense. As it is, I must conclude that this is only an accidental and unusual manifestation of rationality. March 3, 189-. I saw Edith again to-day. She was much quieter and apparently less unsettled in her mind. My position is certainly perplexing. Not for a moment can I believe that I should consent to her marriage with Edward. If for no other reason, it would be my duty to break off the engagement on account of his " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " 89 unhappy state of mind. As yet with an in finite cunning he has managed to conceal his infirmity from every one but myself, and I hesitate to reveal what has hitherto been unsuspected. I shall let all go on as it is until I am compelled to act. Rather, how ever, than have her marry one who is insane, I will tell the truth. March 8, 189-. I am rarely at a loss how to act under any given circumstances indeed, I can rec ollect no occasion on which I was not able promptly and effectively to meet the exi gencies of the moment. I am glad that I have the clearness of mind to perceive in stantly the proper course to pursue, and the strength of mind to act in accordance with my perceptions. I am especially glad at this present time, for if I had not this power of instantaneous decision, I should not have known how to carry myself in the scene through which I have just passed. I received a note from Edith this morning, asking me to see her, as there was some thing important about which she wished to speak to me. I did not quite like to be dis- 9 " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " turbed. My agent was making his month ly report, and it is excessively annoying to be interrupted when busy. I supposed that she wanted to tell me that she had concluded to accept me as her husband, an announce ment that could as well be made at any other time ; but, on the chance that she really had something urgent to say to me, I dismissed the man and hurried across the lawn to her house. As I entered the room I saw that she was greatly agitated. She paced the floor excitedly, and I noticed that her in tertwined ringers worked nervously. After a moment of hesitation she came and stood close beside me. " I do not want any one to hear," she al most whispered. " Come with me." She was dressed to go out, and without a remonstrance I followed her through the hall to the gravel walk before the house. It was a raw, cold March day, and the black branches writhed under a strong wind against a heavy, slaty sky. " Come," she commanded. I followed her to the street. " I can tell you better here," she said. "We shall be alone and not alone." "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" 9* I did not understand her. " You did me the honor to ask me to be come your wife," she continued. " I con sent." "I think," I replied, "that it will not be necessary for me to express my gratifica tion. I must say, however, that I believe that you have decided for the best." Still, she did not pause or offer to turn around. I could not understand why so sim ple an announcement should be made in so melodramatic a manner, and, impatient to return to my work, I suggested that, as the day was so unpleasant, it might be wise to defer our walk until another time. " I have not told you all," she answered, with a strange mingling of terror and de spair. " Cannot you spare me a few mo ments of your valuable time ?" I told her that I was very much occupied, but if she had anything really of impor tance to tell me, I could listen to her with out any very great inconvenience. " I think the subject is one to which you will be willing to give your attention," she answered, contemptuously, " I wish to speak of money." Q2 " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " " Ah !" I exclaimed, delighted to find her so rational. " This is indeed a pleasant surprise. I cannot, at the moment, give you all the detailed information that you would undoubtedly wish in regard to my fortune ; but I will at once have an exact statement drawn up and laid before you " No," she cried, the growing scorn in her voice displacing the last trace of fear. "You cannot understand me. How could I ex pect that you would ? I wish you to do something for me something unusual something " she paused. " I wish you to give me some money." "Why?" I asked, with a calmness that I felt must have some effect, excited as she was. " I cannot tell you." " In a money transaction " I began. " If you trust me to the extent of asking me to become your wife, cannot you trust me in this ?" " It may be for the very reason that you are to become my wife that I now wish to know." I saw that the reasonableness of this 93 made some impression on her. She walked for a few moments without speaking, her eyes fixed on the wet and shining pave ment, for the rain had begun to fall in fine particles which the wind blew coldly in our faces. " Suppose that there are reasons " she began, hesitatingly, "reasons involving oth ers, that make it inexpedient, impossible even, for me to speak." " I cannot think," I answered, " that I should be acting judiciously in giving you, an inexperienced girl, money without know ing what you intend to do with it." " If you do not give it to me only twelve hundred dollars," she said, with sudden fierceness, " I withdraw my promise." " Is this wise ?" I asked. " I must have the money," she exclaimed. " Give it to me. How can you care for me enough to marry me if you are willing to see me suffer ?" " This is irrelevant," I answered. " Must I tell you ?" "Would not that be the simpler and wiser way ?" " If I must do it " she began, and then breaking off. " You are a man of honor " " I believe I may say," I corrected her, " that I am a man of sense." " You are a wise man a great one, some say you will see that what I tell you must be kept a secret. I want it for my brother. He has been led away he has been weak he has," she said, coming closer to me, " forged !" In the street as we were, she buried her face in her hands. " And you wish this money in order that the crime may be condoned ?" "Yes." " Do you not think that it would be far better if the law were allowed to take its course ? He " " It would kill my father." " Undoubtedly such a disgraceful affair must cause much pain, but, after all, would it not be best that he should be placed where he can do no further harm ?" " Save him this once," she cried, " and you will save him forever." " Possibly," I answered, " possibly." "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" 95 " Give me the money," she said, with an intensity of which I did not think her capable. "It is a matter of bargain and sale. I will have my price." I consented. I may have done wrong, but I consented. That the end justifies the means, is one of the soundest deductions of perfect wisdom. In its deep import it far exceeds in value any other sentence in which the world has summed up its experiences. If I have made an error in judgment it will be the first, and indeed if I have I possess this consolation : I have been led to it by no unworthy influ ence. I have done as I have because it has seemed to me most judicious. April 5, 189-. Since Edith has promised to become my wife I have noticed a change in her man ner to me. She still treats me with what appears to be utter loathing, but neverthe less with a certain painful deference. She is silent, listless, sad. She speaks as if she were repeating a lesson, and will hardly for an instant look at me. Our engagement is 96 "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" not yet announced, but it will be in a day or two. I am glad that all has come out so satisfactorily. If the world would be guided by the commonest of common sense how different life would be. April 7, 189-. On the whole, I do not know whether to be glad or sorry that a mind of such an un common order has been given to me. I do not know whether to be thankful or regret ful that the sequential action of natural forces has given me abilities of such a kind as to remove me even from all sympathy with my fellow-men. I seem possessed of the limitless intelli gence that apprehends all of the calm, pure reason that permits no stain of doubt the utter consummation and perfection of intellectual power. I feel as the keeper of a mad-house must often feel. Like him I must always be on my guard, lest I forget the afflictions of others and lose my temper at their unreasonableness. I must manage, cajole, and deceive. I am weary. Sustain me, divine reason that reason "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" 97 that dwelt in the brain of Plato and, in other mode, guided the understanding of his great opposite, Aristotle ; that reason that fled the madman of Macedonia at the temple in the Egyptian sands, but accom panied that sanest of men, the Roman con queror, from the Rhone to the Tagus ; that reason that remained with Socrates even in his last hour, but in later time deserted the arch-cynic of Ferney at the supreme moment ; that inexplicable power that led Kepler to his mighty laws and Newton to his grandest truth, and in our own day stirred the systematizing intellect of Dar win ; that element in the gray matter of the brain that drove the steam through the throbbing piston, that set the first type side by side beneath the groaning press, that sent electricity along the trembling wire ; that ineffable quality that brings order out of chaos, and points the way through the wil dernesses of sophistication divine reason, may your saving grace ever remain with me, and may I always be blessed with your sus taining presence. Keep and protect me from all noxious influences, but chiefly pro- 7 QS "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" tect me from myself, lest in some moment of weakness I forget your wondrous name and go hopelessly astray. April ii, 189-. I have just had a terrible interview with Edward. His madness, which has hitherto been apparently harmless, has assumed a new and violent aspect. I am much dis turbed by this new development and hardly know what to do. The immediate cause of Edward s excite ment was the announcement of my engage ment to Edith. He came to me as I sat in the library, and demanded in agitated tones if what he had heard was true. I told him briefly and calmly that it was. " It is not her fault," he exclaimed; "they have forced her to it. I have not been allowed to see her for days. They have driven her into this hateful bargain." " On the contrary," I answered, " all has been done with her full consent ; indeed, at her own request. You will soon see, I hope, that everything is better as it is. You are very poor. I am very rich. There can be no doubt as to the wisdom of her choice." "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS" 99 He replied wildly, in furious, almost inco herent words. I waited patiently until he paused. "I can, of course," I said, "understand that you think that you have suffered an in jury in being deprived of Edith. I should be willing to make up to you in any way I can your loss. What " I do not think I ever saw a person so completely submerged in the tumultuous floods of unrestrained passion. He would not listen to me. In action and in word he was indeed a maniac. I feared even for my personal safety. " Stop !" he cried, " this is too much. I have endured your insults long enough. I have suffered long enough through your cold and supercilious nature. I know what acts you are willing to commit in the name of rea son. I have heard your cant. I know your calculating selfishness, your stolid cruelty, your unbounded meanness. I know your heart, untouched by humanizing sympathy incapable of love, unequal even to hate. I know you. I know you as you really are. I will do all that I can to prevent this mar riage." 100 " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS I grieve for him. It distresses me to see so fine an organism as the human mind so thoroughly ruined. April 13, 189-. I have determined what to do. I have sent for a celebrated physician a special ist, an alienist who will give his opinion about Edward and tell me whether it is quite safe to allow him such absolute liberty. April 15, 189-. To-night Dr. Varley dined with Edward and myself. I thought that during the din ner the physician would have an opportu nity of studying my brother s case. It is best that Edward should not know that he is the object of our solicitude, for that would only excite him the more. The talk this evening, as I expected, was unrestrained, and the doctor had every opportunity of noting Edward s mental failings. My broth er was as extravagant and irrational as he always is, and what he said presented a strange contrast to my simple, logical dis course. I saw Dr. Varley glance from one to the " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS II other of us with evident and constantly growing interest. In the course of the evening I drew him aside and asked him what conclusion he had reached. " This recent trouble," he answered, hes itatingly, " of which you tell me has cer tainly had its effect upon him." He glanced sharply at me. That he wished to spare my feelings and withhold his opinion until he had further opportu nity for examination was evident. April 1 6, 189-. How can I write what has happened ? My hand trembles so violently that I can hardly hold my pen. Just now Edward desired to see me. I received him as usual in the library. His voice when he first spoke was hoarse with passion, and I could with difficulty understand what he said. " At last I know the truth," he exclaimed. " It came to me after our last meeting, and since then suspicion has changed to assur ance. I should pity you, but I cannot. I have only remained in your house to watch 102 " A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS " over her, over you to save her, to save you. Give her up, and I will be silent. Keep to your purpose, and I will denounce you to this man whom you yourself have brought here and who seems blindly igno rant of " He must in his raving madness have at tacked me, for the next thing that I remem ber was seeing him lying on the floor pale and still, with the blood trickling from a wound in his head. In defending myself I must have unconsciously done him some injury. I hurriedly summoned the servants, and saying that Mr. Edward had met with an accident, sent one of them for Dr. Varley. The physician is now with him. Strange strange and sad that the swift, strong, sure action of the brain should ever be so weakened. Pitiful that this wonder ful mechanism should ever go so wofully awry and, as in the breaking of powerful machinery, work death and destruction. It is a warm spring evening. My win dow is open. I hear people on the veran da. They are talking. What do they say ? IO3 How strangely sensitive to sound I am. Their voices, distant as they are, come to me with great distinctness. They have moved, and I can hear even more clearly. Some one says that Edward is not seri ously hurt. Now they say what ? That I attacked my brother and sought to kill him that I am the madman, and [This journal having come into my pos session, I have thought that I might vent ure to publish portions of it. It is very long. As there is much in it that does not bear upon the history of these three lives I have omitted many things, but I think I have retained enough absolutely unaltered to maintain a consecutive nar rative. ED.] "GUILTY SIR GUY" "GUILTY SIR GUY" " that affable familiar ghost." Shakespeare s Sonnets, Ixxxvi. "And you have all that any one could wish," said the guest after a dinner that could only become a memory and never an indigestion. " Possibly," murmured the host, mourn fully. " Possibly." " You should be the happiest man on earth," continued the guest. " Ah !" sighed Mr. Chisholm, the host, looking his friend sadly in the face. "You little know the trials of a man to whom money is no object at all." " No," admitted his companion. " I do not. I would willingly, I think, undergo them. The amount of moral discipline to be derived therefrom must be very great. They must be irksome, but improving." loS "GUILTY SIR GUY" " You do not approach appreciation of my meaning," answered Mr. Chisholm, dis mally. " With only your millions you can still be a comparatively contented man. But pause beware." " You alarm me." "Do not let them increase. You can still long for something that money can buy, and hope in time to call it yours. I cannot. With my absolutely unlimited means there is nothing purchasable that I cannot obtain. Man, however, is so made that he must always wish for something more. I can only wish for what money can never bring me, and therefore my case is hopeless." " It is very sad," said the friend. " If I can t talk freely to you my oldest friend a friend as long ago as when gold was over two hundred and fifty," said Mr. Chisholm, impulsively, " I can t to any one. My trouble is largely of a family nature." " Indeed," responded the friend in a tone that could readily melt into one of deep commiseration, but would not be en- "GUILTY SIR GUY" 109 tirely inconsistent with one of genial de preciation. " I have apparently everything that the heart of man can desire." Mr. Chisholm glanced across the broad terrace, down the smooth-coated lawns, to the river, where the dark outline of his trim steam-yacht stood sharply against the broad waters purpling beneath a sunset sky. " But I am wretched. All is spoiled for me by one miserable fact." " Yes," softly murmured the guest. " I have no false pride and no false shame. I know that an American is only a person who has forgotten that he is some thing else. I know that as an American I am no more expected to have a pedigree than a Spanish grandee is necessarily ex pected to have a fortune. I am troubled purely on aesthetic grounds. I miss above all those appurtenances that are only to be had in any real perfection by inheri tance. Mine is no vulgar discontent." He paused for a moment. " I have the finest place in the country. But there is no mystery, no suggestion about it. It is no "GUILTY SIR GUY" new. It is crude as a fact and down right as a dollar. I saw the first stone of the foundation laid and the last Bougue- reau hung. Everything about me is new. I myself am also new. I ve too much the crudity and crispness of a fresh greenback. I am unable to escape from it. I seem condemned to a world where everything is freshly polished and there are no cor ners off. I have bought several baronial halls in England, three or four chateaux in France all places where I need not have feared to find the varnish sticky. But it was no use. I couldn t stand the contrast. I did not correlate, so to speak, with the Van Dyck portraits, and was utterly thrown into the background by a crusader s armor. I had at last to give up. It is extremely unpleasant for a man to feel himself put down at his own fireside by a piece of his own furniture." " Excessively disagreeable, I should im agine," said the friend. " And so I always come back here, where there isn t even a candle-snuffer to humili ate me." "GUILTY SIR GUY " The finest modern villa residence in the world." " There it is again," said Mr. Chisholm, in despair. "Villa residence! It might be a stucco house with a tin fountain in the front yard. Villa residence ! I ll burn it to-morrow." " My dear friend," said the guest, anx iously, "restrain yourself. You are ex cited." "Who wouldn t be excited? All has been done that money can do, and the thing s a failure. I haven t even a haunted room in it." " A haunted room," repeated the friend, slowly. "You think that you would be satisfied with a haunted room ?" " I am quite sure," answered Mr. Chis holm, "that I could get on with that. It would be extremely grateful to me to have ghostly footfalls on the terrace and hollow groans on the front stairs, but I could be happy if I only had a haunted room." " It might," said the friend, blowing a cloud of cigar smoke into what seemed to Mr. Chisholm s excited imagination a toler- ii2 "GUILTY SIR GUY" ably accurate representation of a trunkless head with snaky locks, - ; it might perhaps be managed." " No," ejaculated Mr. Chisholm in awed surprise. " I think that really it might be ar ranged." " Do that," cried the host, bringing his closed hand down on the table with a bang that made the gold service rattle, " and I ll never forget it." " I should not be in the least surprised," answered the friend. " One can never tell what may come of introducing a ghost into the house." " Do not trifle with me," said Mr. Chis holm, with deep feeling. " If you do not really think that it can be done, tell me at once. Do not keep me in suspense." " But" " Do not think of the cost," interrupted Mr. Chisholm, excitedly. " In a matter of this importance the expense should not be considered. Besides, a ghost is a fancy article and should command a fancy price." " It isn t so much," responded the friend, "GUILTY SIR GUY 113 " the cost of the original article as the duty that makes them so high. It has always been the policy of our government to pro tect and encourage the production of native ghosts, but hitherto such endeavors have met with very slight success. There have been a few produced in New England witches and the like and the negroes in the South have some crude, savage, clumsy apparitions , but that is all. It is a fatal mistake. The American people will never be able to turn out really good, original ghosts until there is a popular demand, and the only way to create that demand is to educate the popular taste by the importa tion of really excellent examples. Take off the duty on ghosts, I say, and in a few years the American-made spectre can chal lenge any world." "I ll send to Europe for a ghost imme diately," exclaimed Mr. Chisholm. " You need hardly go to that trouble," answered the friend, reflectively. " I know a man who keeps a little shop downtown and imports a low class of ghosts. Per haps he might have something really good. H4 "GUILTY SIR GUY" At least it would be worth your while to try him." "Why doesn t he bring over the best quality ?" " There is absolutely no call for the best. The most of his customers are mediums, and they are satisfied with a very poor line of goods." " Do you think he is a responsible party could be trusted not to put you off with a modern imitation ? " I have always understood that he was a very worthy and respectable person. His father was in the business before him, and I myself have had some dealings with the son that gave me perfect satisfaction. I am sure that he could get you a nice, respect able family ghost on comparatively easy terms. He keeps an agent in Europe, and I have no doubt that he often picks up a good thing very cheap." " Where does most of his stock come from ?" " I believe that it is largely gathered on the Continent. The old families are break ing up, sales occurring every day, and I "GUILTY SIR GUY" us understand that a good judge of the article a man that knows a ghost when he sees one can sometimes get surprisingly good bargains. Latterly some English ghosts have come into the market, but they are rare as yet." " I should want the very best." " Then I unhesitatingly advise you to get an English one. There is nothing like an English ghost for quality and design." " I hope," continued Mr. Chisholm, anx iously, " that there will be no failure. It is rather important for me to have the blue- room haunted just now. I ll tell you all about it." He drew his chair closer to his compan ion and coughed slightly. " You know," he began, " that when we were on the other side there was a young Englishman the Duke of Westendington rather attentive to my girl. It was all in the newspapers, and you must have seen it. Well, he s coming over here to get my con sent to marry her." " I congratulate you," said the friend. "On the whole I suppose you may do Il6 GUILTY SIR GUY " that," answered Mr. Chisholm. " But I have had a great deal of trouble about this matter. I supposed at first that all dukes were alike, but I soon found out my mis take. They vary. They vary just as much as other things. One duke may be very in significant in comparison with another. It is very hard for a stranger to distinguish these nice shades of difference. Finally, however, I hit upon a way of setting all doubt at rest." " Yes," said the friend, with interest. " We met a duke as soon as we got over there, but I was suspicious of him from the first. He might be all right and again he mightn t. There was no sort of certainty about it." " What was the matter with him ?" asked the friend. " I learned that his character was univer sally respected, and that his reputation was absolutely unimpeachable. I was very much disappointed, for I liked the young fellow exceedingly. But I had to let him go." "Why?" " I couldn t be sure of him. I didn t "GUILTY SIR GUY" 117 know just what his standing might be. You see he had never asserted himself. A duke of irreproachable life and with an unstained reputation was something to look upon with suspicion. Why, my dear friend, he might have been afraid to be anything else. Sim eon Chisholm was too sharp to be fooled that way. I gave him up. I was at first discouraged, but quickly I was given new hope. I came upon Westendington. He was everything that I could possibly desire. None but the real thing could have gone through what he had and kept out of Port land. I made the most particular inquiries. I was charmed with all that I learned. He was conceded on all sides to be the most consummate blackguard that the peerage had ever produced. He had repeatedly been discovered cheating at cards he had hocussed a race-horse had brought about three divorces had been horsewhipped at least a dozen times. I took him to my arms at once." ""Of course you will give your consent?" " Why, certainly. It wouldn t do to miss such a chance as that." 118 " GUILTY SIR GUY" " But" "True," answered Mr. Chisholm. "I haven t told you why I want the ghost Well, when I was in England he asked us down, with a lot of other people, to Fevers- leigh Castle, and a fine old place I under stand it is. I didn t go. I should have stood out like a restoration. I believe that he has a very fine and mysterious ghost there. I didn t ask him about it, though I should have liked to do so. I felt a cer tain delicacy about intruding upon family matters. Now he is coming here, and I don t want to be behind in anything. As it is, I confess I am distressed, humiliated. I haven t even a dog that howls a warning, or a raven to croak calamity." " It is awkward," admitted the friend. Mr. Chisholm took a sip of the wine bought from a semi-royal family at a wholly royal price, and glanced at the scene of cul tivated loveliness that lay before him. "We ll see about this matter to-morrow." It was about eleven o clock the next morning when Mr. Chisholm and his friend "GUILTY SIR GUY 119 turned out of the great thoroughfare, where the traffic of the city flowed steadily and tu- multuously along, into a quiet and seclud ed court. The atmosphere which would have, perhaps, been invigorating in the trop ics or the stoke-hole of an ocean-steamer suddenly became cool in the shadow of tall buildings, and the din was stilled to a low murmur. " I should not think," remarked Mr. Chis- holm, "that this was exactly the place for a lively business." " Well, you see," answered his friend, " the business is not exactly what you would call lively. I have advised a place farther up town, with a ghost against a black velvet background in each plate -glass window wringing its hands or tearing its shroud. That would attract attention. However, this man seems only to take a sort of virtu oso-like interest, and does not care for the worry and anxiety of anything so exten sive." " It is a great pity," answered Mr. Chis- holm ; "with a little capital and go it might, I imagine, be made a very good thing." 120 " GUILTY SIR GUY " " I have always thought* so myself. Why, only a little thing that I suggested the other day, if skilfully worked, might bring a mint of money. The trade is always longing for new ways to advertise. What could be bet ter than to start out a procession of ghosts through the streets to deliver little papier- mache tomb-stones, with a taking descrip tion printed on them of the goods to be puffed ? Or a very neat thing might be got up in imitation coffin-plates." " Bogle, " said Mr. Chisholm, pointing to a sign over a shop-door ; " that must be the place. Yes, Andrew Bogle, Importer and Dealer in Foreign and Domestic Spir its. " It was a dark little shop between two huge warehouses, and the green mould and crumbling brick showed that the sun rarely had a chance at it. Glancing in at the dirty, narrow-paned window, Mr. Chisholm beheld some broken looking-glasses, a pile of chains, and a large old hall-clock. " Something supernatural about every one of them," whispered the friend. As they approached the door they felt "GUILTY SIR GUY" 121 the deadly oppression of the miasmatic and stifling air, broken only now and then by sudden ice-cold draughts that chilled the marrow in their bones. Entering the shop, Mr. Chisholm noticed on one side of the narrow threshold a heavy beam with a hook in it, and on the other a curiously marked plank. He determined to ask their use. The room was low, dark, and dingy, but the man who stood behind the counter appeared a perfect picture of bright, smiling, content ed jollity. " Is that the person ?" asked Mr. Chis holm, doubtfully. " Yes," answered the friend. " Do you really think he is quite to be trusted ? I don t see the shadow of any mystery, any sickly wanness, even any dead ly flickering of the eye." " A man must have a strong constitution or he would break down in this business," said the friend. "Bless my soul !" cried Mr. Chisholm, in great astonishment. " Why ?" " He has to live so largely with ghosts a most confined life and then the night- i22 "GUILTY SIR GUY" work is very hard. Ghosts, on the whole, prefer the most unhealthy places, and the conditions under which it is often necessary to keep them undermine the strongest sys tems. One must be beyond all malarial influence or else one cannot with safety take proper care of the spectres that haunt donjon keeps, willow-walks, and the like. One must be able to bear the close, impure air of unopened rooms such as is necessary for the proper preservation of ghosts that affect secret chambers, vaults, and tombs. If you will look at this man closely you will see that the insalubrious nature of his employment has already begun to tell upon him." " It is then absolutely necessary to pre serve ghosts in their own atmospheres ?" " Absolutely. If it were otherwise they would become so hale, hearty, and substan tial that no one would look at them at any price. The sanitary arrangements always have to be very imperfect." During this conversation, which had been carefully carried on in a low tone, the pro prietor of the establishment stood smiling and rubbing: his hands. "GUILTY SIR GUY" 123 " Well, gentlemen," he said, in a jovial voice, "what can I do for you?" " Mr. Chisholm began the friend. " By the way, you remember me ?" "Perfectly, sir, perfectly," answered the shopman. " You bought, about two months ago, a spectral hound for your country-place, to scare away the tramps. I sincerely hope that it gives satisfaction." " It worked perfectly at first, but I am afraid that they are getting rather too ac customed to it." " I ve heard the same complaint from other parties," answered the man, " and I ll tell you what I ll do. I ll give you a liberal allowance for the hound, and let you have one of our headless horsemen, of which we sell a great many to people going into the city in the winter, or leaving their coun try-places in the summer to go to Europe. They have been found most efficacious." " I ll think about it and let you know, but I ve brought a friend who wants a quiet family ghost for himself. I told him that you would be sure to have just the thing." " I flatter myself," replied the dealer, 124 "GUILTY SIR GUY" with some severity, " that the establish ment is too well known to require any puff ing on my part. We can furnish anything, from a brownie to amuse the children to a cavalcade of mediaeval knights for the in struction of the adult all warranted and the best in the market." " Mr. Chisholm is furnishing a new house, and wishes a ghost for the blue-room." " Ah !" exclaimed the man, and his face shone with gratification. " Who has not heard of Mr. Chisholm ! This is indeed a commission that gives me great pleasure. What you wish is not intended strictly for use. You desire merely an ornament a superfluous but aristocratic appendage." " Exactly," answered Mr. Chisholm. " This excites the artist in me," exclaimed the shopman. " Is your house of any par ticular style or time ? I would not like to commit an anachronism." " Composite American," replied Mr. Chis holm. " Then we are quite unrestricted." " Absolutely." " If you will just step into the dark "GUILTY SIR GUY" 125 room," said the man, "I will show you some choice things." "Before you go," observed Mr. Chis- holm, " will you kindly tell me what these are ?" He pointed to the beam and plank by the door. "This," answered the dealer, running his hand affectionately along the rough board, "goes with a ghost that I can show you. This is the beam he hung himself on, and from which in the ghostly state he ap pears suspended. The effect as a whole is singularly awful. We had the walls torn down and the rafter brought away." "Wouldn t any other do as well?" " We try to be accurate in the slightest detail. Now, here was a case where we tried to get along without the real thing, but it would not work. This," he con tinued, caressing the plank, "belongs to an apparition that wails over a blood-spot. You see the spot there. When the ghost was sent over they thoughtlessly omitted to pack up the blot with it. The consequence was that the ghost was practically useless. We i26 "GUILTY SIR GUY" tried it over a crushed -strawberry stain, but couldn t get a wail out of it. We were compelled at a great expense to procure the original spot. His Serene Highness, the former owner in whose family the spec tre had been for centuries knew that he had us in a tight place and put up the price." "Really," said Mr. Chisholm, "this is extremely interesting." " We see a good many queer things in our business, as you may imagine," said the man. " But will you just step this way ?" He opened a door between two large safes, one of which was marked "CEtin- ger s Essences," and the other "Lucretius s Superficial Films." Mr. Chisholm started violently as a large rocking-chair that stood behind the counter began, apparently without visible cause, to rock violently. " That," said the dealer, noticing the sudden movement on the part of his cus tomer and following the direction of his gaze, " is the only American ghost that I "GUILTY SIR GUY 127 have in stock. It s an old lady who rocked herself to death in colonial Massachusetts. No one will have her on account of her un pleasant habit of predicting the direst evils on every possible occasion. It is annoying and even alarming when you are not accus tomed to her. She minds the shop when I step out for a minute, and lets me know if a customer comes in." Motioning Mr. Chisholtn to precede him, the shopman held open the door. The two customers entered a low, dimly-lighted hall at the end of which was a hanging of dark cloth that evidently concealed some opening. They had not taken more than two or three steps when they were startled into a sudden halt by a slow succession of blood-curdling groans. Their tongues clave to the roofs of their mouths, and their knees trembled under them. "Pardon me a moment," said the dealer, and suddenly disappeared. With blanched faces Mr. Chisholm and his friend gazed one at the other. The groans were not repeated, and almost im mediately the proprietor of the place stood beside them. 128 "GUILTY SIR GUY" " It s only that old idiot from Vampire Hall," said the man, impatiently. " He s very old and garrulous, and I cannot always restrain him. He once frightened a very val uable but new customer into a convulsion." "Could you could you," asked Mr. Chisholm, uneasily, " manage not to leave us again ? I am afraid that I might acci dentally do some harm." " Not the least danger, sir," answered the man, confidently. " Our goods are not exactly perishable. Why, you walked slap through a ghost a minute ago and didn t know it." Mr. Chisholm involuntarily jumped. " Will you step in here and take a seat ?" continued the shopman, drawing back the curtain, and pointing into a large, barren room. The visitors disposed themselves in two stiff-backed chairs, and their conductor sud denly turned out the single gas-jet that had dimly lit the place. " What did you do that for?" asked Mr. Chisholm, sharply. " You couldn t possibly judge of the " GUILTY SIR GUY 129 goods by that light. Some of the shades are very illusive." "Well," said Mr. Chisholm, discontent edly. " As I understand, you want a simple ghost that will appear at regular intervals and at a certain place. You don t want anything erratic or fancy. You wouldn t like one that would burn its hand on the furniture or predict your own death ?" " No," answered Mr. Chisholm, hurried ly ; "I don t think that I should care for that kind." " So I imagined," continued the man. " The first apparition that I am going to show you is very old. So old that I doubt if you will like it. You will wish some thing lighter and less severe." Gradually the darkness at one end of the room seemed to lose its density, and slow ly, as if from a central point, a cold, wan light spread and spread sufficiently to ena ble a tall, spectral form to be seen. What teeth Mr. Chisholm still possessed chat tered violently, and here and there a hair stood erect upon his head. He saw the fig- 9 130 "GUILTY SIR GUY" ure of a monk with cowl drawn forward over the face, barefooted, and with a pil grim s staff. Slowly the apparition moved along, but at the third step paused and, throwing back his hood, gazed fixedly at Mr. Chisholm with eyes that were now cold and fishy, and now burned like molten glass. Under the steady look Mr. Chisholm trembled in every limb. " We got him from a monastery in Spain," said the merchant, glibly, " and he is so very ancient that really there is no record of his particular grievance. As his tongue is cut out, he cannot inform us himself." " I think," murmured the millionnaire, " that I should prefer one that could speak. It might be more companionable." " I hardly thought this would suit you. Still, it is in very severe good taste. I ll show you next a German spectre that might take your fancy." The dealer clapped his hands, and the monk vanished with a suddenness that made Mr. Chisholm wink. With the de spatch of a " lightning - change artist " a shadowy crusader in vaporous armor ap- "GUILTY SIR GUY" 131 peared. Mingling the sustained tone of a hoarse bassoon and the plaintive tremolo of an unlatched gate, the spectre uttered a few words in a language that neither of the visitors understood. " It s Old German," explained the owner. " He says, I did not kill him. I did not kill him. " " Doubtless," said Mr. Chisholm, with a great assumption of ease, " some unhappy being who in life was unjustly accused of crime." " No. Not at all. That would be quite in the style of a modern ghost, but these veritable antiques are quite different. They are not troubled with the morbid sen sitiveness of a later time. I happen to know this ghost s history. His lament is that he fell himself into the oil in which he was about to boil his enemy." "Take him away," cried Mr. Chisholm, in unconcealed disgust. " I wouldn t have such a thing about the house." " Shall I show you next," asked the man, " a German polter-geist, a Scotch wraith, an Irish banshee, or a Dutch spook ?" 132 "GUILTY SIR GUY " Don t you think that I had better have one that speaks English ?" " I was about to suggest it myself." With a low wail, that for an instant stopped the beating of Mr. Chisholm s heart, a slight, shadowy figure of a woman floated into view. Her delicate young face was as the face of one distraught with grief, and as she moved along she wrung her hands. As she grew more distinct, it could be seen that she was dressed in widow s weeds, which made her counte nance appear pale and waxen. " She murdered her husband," observed the shopman. "Listen." "The color of it! The color of it!" moaned the spectre. "Ah !" cried Mr. Chisholm, with a strange creeping of the flesh. " Can can she mean the blood ?" "No, no," said the shopman, "not in the least. She finds that black is not becoin- ing." " I do not think I care for her either," ob served the millionnaire with some decision. " Business is not very good in July, and "GUILTY SIR GUY i 33 I have not as many varieties as I should like to show you. I have sent away a good many of my best examples to the country for the summer, to gain pallor and weakness in various quiet and unfrequented grave yards. Still, I believe I can supply you with what you want. Would you like to see the Horror of Ghoul Hall, or the shrouded skeleton from Goblin Chase ? Or would you care to have a look at Lady Bleightly s ghost, that only appears thrice in a century and then generally reduces the beholder to a gibbering idiot? Ah yes I have it now. Sir Guy de Varquier, a nice, gentle manly apparition of the very highest dis tinction." " There is nothing unpleasant about him ?" " Very subdued, and calculated to satisfy the most fastidious. He is very anxious that his former abode should be kept secret a matter of family pride." " Bring him on," said Mr. Chisholm, re signedly. A sickly, dull red glow shone in the dark ness which had been allowed to gather, and 134 GUILTY SIR GUY as it increased there appeared the dim figure of a man in a dress of the time of the "Merry Monarch." In his right hand he held aloft a wine-glass, and from the ruby liquid that it contained there streamed a flood of heavy crimson light. " Drink drink drink !" moaned the ghost. " He does not seem unamiable," ob served Mr. Chisholm. "What was his dif ficulty ?" " Ask him," replied the dealer. " Sir Guy de Varquier," began Mr. Chis holm, unsteadily, and with evident uncer tainty as to the proper mode of address, it being the first time that he had ever spoken to a ghost, " what" "Beg pardon," answered the spectre, ab ruptly, " we don t pronounce it that way at home. We pronounce it Veryqueer." " I am sure," said Mr. Chisholm, politely, " I did not mean to hurt your feelings." " Hurt my feelings !" repeated the ghost, in some surprise. " Why, I m an English man." " Might I ask," continued Mr. Chisholm, " GUILTY SIR GUY 135 anxious to change the subject, " why you carry this wine-glass ?" " That is what makes me unique. There is absolutely no other ghost who carries a wine-glass. I am called Guilty Sir Guy. " The spectre paused expectantly, but Mr. Chisholm could only ask clumsily, Why ?" " You have never heard of me ?" said the ghost, in evident astonishment. " But I forget your misfortune. Still, I have haunt ed several Americans who have been stop ping at our place. Indeed, it was from an American that I first got the idea of coming to the States." " Yes ?" said Mr. Chisholm, question- ingly. " He offered to take me starring in my own car through the country. His idea was to give Hamlet, and make the ghost the leading part." " You did not accept ?" " No. A De Varquier an actor ! Never. I am perfectly aware that persons who ap pear nightly upon the stage are now re ceived by the very best people, but I have 136 "GUILTY SIR GUY" no sympathy or patience with the levelling tendencies of the times." The ghost sighed deeply. " It may appear strange to you that I should be willing to let myself out in this way like a green-grocer for the evening. I would not do it if I could help myself. It is a hard necessity, and my pride revolts at it, but the fact is my tomb is very much out of repair. Something must be done or I sha n t have a place to lay my shade. A ghost can t always be on the the haunt. However, my good friend Mr. Bogle has promised that the thing shall be done as quietly as possible ; and as, at my next place, I shall, of course, assume a new name, it may not be so bad. Besides, so many of the aristocracy have taken to dabbling in trade, I do not feel this step so much as I otherwise might. I have a great deal of leisure our place being shut up most of the time, I have only to be on hand for the shooting and Christmas so I thought I might just as well profit by it." There was a short pause, during which Mr. Chisholm vainly tried to think of some thing to say. "GUILTY SIR GUY" 137 "As you may imagine," continued the ghost, " I am extremely anxious that this step of mine should be kept quite secret. As an old member of the family I naturally have its honor at heart. The honor of most ancient families depends vipon its members doing nothing. If what I am doing were known, I fear the moral effect upon the present head of the house. I alone have influence enough to keep him from dis gracing the rank he holds. You have no idea of the hours that I have haunted him, trying to make him realize the duties he owes to his order. I am quite sure that he considers me a prodigious bore. I may even say that I believe that he hates the very sight of me." " But the story," suggested Mr. Chis- holm. "Ah, yes, to be sure, the story," said the apparition/ " I loved the beautiful heiress of the Cholmondeley-Chichester-Chortes- ques. She was betrothed to another. I swore that I would kill that other and drink the bride s health in his blood on the day of my marriage. I did what I swore I 138 "GUILTY SIR GUY" would do. At the feast held in celebration of our union the butler produced a decanter containing my rival s heart s blood, which I had carefully collected and preserved for the occasion. It looked like a fair kind of claret. I arose. The glass touched my lips. I took one sip and fell down dead." 11 Horrible," cried Mr. Chisholm. " That is the story," said the spectre, blandly. " Yes," observed Mr. Chisholm. " But it isn t true." " Not true ?" " Bless you, hardly a word of it. I don t mind telling you the truth, since the story might prejudice you against me. As a general thing, however, I prefer to keep up the mystery. Now, just to show you out of what beginnings these things grow. All there was of this was that I forgot my speech, blushed and that is the way pos terity serves up the incident." " I am very glad to hear it," said Mr. Chisholm. " I hope that I may be able to make it worth your while to remain with me." "GUILTY SIR GUY 139 " If the house is dark and the work light I think it might be arranged. You will find me very easy to get on with. I can readily accustom myself to new surround ings. You will notice, for example, that my language is quite modern, and I fear even that I have picked up a few Amer icanisms. But what can you expect when you are compelled to associate with spirits that only dematerialized yesterday? Why, last week the ghost of a man who had struck a bonanza had the impudence to leave his epitaph on me. However, Mr. Bogle, my agent, will inform you of my terms. I never transact business myself." The glass fell to the floor and, the liquid losing its luminous quality, the ghost dis appeared. " I ll take him," said Mr. Chisholm, final ly. "All things considered, the terms are quite reasonable." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. But before you go I should like to show you a real curiosity. The very ghost mentioned by Pliny the Younger, that appeared to the phi losopher Athenodorus. If you have time " MO "GUILTY SIR GUY " Not to-day," said Mr. Chisholm. " I m really in quite a hurry." " Some time when you are passing, then," said the dealer, bowing at the door-sill. Two persons sat upon the terrace over looking the vast grounds of Mr. Chisholm s summer home. The moon had risen far enough to light the wide spaces of lawn and glisten in a broad band over the great, dark, silently flowing river. It was very beautiful, but the two could see nothing of this. They were seated at a spot where if they had looked they could have discerned only the end of a brick wall and a huge earthen jar containing a spreading cactus. It is hardly necessary to say that they were lovers. It is, however, advisable to state that one was Angelina Chisholm and the other the Duke of Westendington, and that the paternal consent to their marriage had only been given an hour before. " And now," said Angelina, joyfully, " I can call you by your first name. That is," she added, doubtfully, "if dukes have first names." "GUILTY SIR GUY 14* " Oh," replied her lover, cheerfully, " I. have several. Indeed, I do not know but that I have rather a large assortment. I am called Edward Albert Arthur Lionel " " I shall call you Lionel," announced Angelina with decision. " Why ?" he asked, with all the compla cent assurance of a lover that, whatever the answer may be, it will assuredly be right. " It is so nice and dukely," she answered, adoringly. There was a short pause. " At last," he exclaimed, " I can escape the life of deception I have been compelled to lead so long. At last I can be myself." " Yes," she answered, sympathizingly ; " you need not pretend to be a Avicked villain and a vulgar ruffian any longer. You can be your own good, upright, ex emplary self." There was a short pause. "When I heard of poor Chippendale s fate that your father would have nothing to do with him on account of his excellent reputation I was in despair. I knew that, 142 "GUILTY SIR GUY" if anything, I was more objectionably good than he, and the terrible thought came to me that if Mr. Chisholm were to know the truth he would distrust me and his doors would be closed to me forever. It was some time before I made up my mind. But, my resolution once taken, I acted immedi ately. I managed to have tales of my utter moral depravity, every one of them false, brought to your father s ears. I managed to make him believe that I was the most abandoned scoundrel in the kingdom, and then happiness I obtained his permis sion to see you." There was a short pause. " But after that why why did you remain silent so long?" " There was a terrible reason. I was not free. I could not speak of my love until I was sure of one thing. The family curse He sprang to his feet and paced the terrace nervously, while she shrank trem bling into the corner. " Even now we may not escape it. I think I have arranged all, but I may be " GUILTY SIR GUY " M3 mistaken. The curse that has blighted so many of the marriages of my family for it was especially pronounced on marriages may yet descend and involve us. Are you willing to trust me ?" " I am ! I am !" she cried. There was a long pause. " To-night," she said, as they parted, " you are to sleep in the haunted chamber. If " she hesitated, " if the ghost should be disappointing or shouldn t happen to ap pear at all, I hope you will not mention it to papa. He is very sensitive about this and might be displeased." " Never," he exclaimed, " will I tell him what did not happen." There was a short pause. It was midnight in the blue-room. It would be quite proper to add that the clock had just gone twelve and that the candle had expired with a sickly flicker. But then it would not be true. The fact was that the big clock on the stairway, after striking twelve as clocks sometimes do at midnight, had just finished playing one of 144 "GUILTY SIR GUY Waldteufel s waltzes, and the electric light shone brilliantly. The Duke, who was sitting by the window smoking, suddenly heard a voice at his elbow. "Turn down that light." His cigar fell from his trembling hand. " Why ?" he asked, turning round, but seeing no one. " I can t appear. I can t even see you," the voice replied. " I can stand a candle or a gas-burner or two, but this electric light literally puts me out." " You have come to haunt me ?" " I grieve exceedingly to thrust myself upon you, but really I am not my own master. I am only fulfilling my duty. That is what I am here to do. It is very un pleasant for me to frighten people out of their wits." " Then you are very frightful ?" " I would undoubtedly terrify you very much. But if you refuse to turn out the light, why, I have done my part, and The Duke felt that the ghost had shrug ged its shoulders. " GUILTY SIR GUY 145 " I really must, though," he said to him self resignedly, as he thought of Angelina s warning and remembered that Mr. Chis- holm might question him in the morning. " It would really," said the spectral voice give me great pain to make you imbecile through fear." " I must see you," answered the Duke, " so draw it as mild as you can." He touched a button and the room sud denly became perfectly dark. The ruby light appeared. The spectre was slowly shadowed forth. "Drink, drink " the ghost began, and then suddenly paused in evident embarrass ment. " What," said the Duke, straightening himself up and taking a step forward " what are you doing here ?" The ghost coughed nervously. " You see " it began. " Now this won t do at all," continued the Duke, angrily. " Why are you over here ? I thought I left you at Feversleigh Castle where you belong." " I imagined that, you being away and 10 146 "GUILTY SIR GUY" nothing needed, I might just run over to see the country. I " " Nonsense. I know better. I have heard the whole story. You have sneaked off here in your own interest. And after all you have said about noblesse oblige? I say it is disgraceful." " Believe me," said the now thoroughly humiliated spectre, " all I have done was for what I thought was the best." " This marriage is everything in the world to me, and you have opposed it." " Such a mesalliance." " Better than misery." " I cannot think that I should be doing my duty to consent," replied the spectre, critically. " Good-fortune has brought me here, and if this marriage takes place I shall, however painful it may be for me to do so, pronounce the family curse." The Duke sank trembling on his knees. " I must," said the ghost, now again him self and seeing his way out of an awkward predicament, "uphold the dignity of the family at any cost." " No, no," gasped the terrified man in " GUILTY SIR GUY " M7 hardly articulate tones, cold drops of per spiration starting out upon his forehead. " I really must," replied the ghost. " I had to do it when the third duke married Peggy Thistlecraft, the actress, and you know how unpleasant all that turned out." " Spare me spare me," moaned the un happy young man. " But an American," continued the ghost pettishly. " I know that they are rather the thing just now ; but, after all, that is but an other sign of the degeneracy of the times. These Americans are destroying everything." " You take all hope from me." " Oh, you ll get over this little thing. You think you won t, but you will, and, what is more, you will be particularly obliged to me for keeping you from mak ing a fool of yourself." " Never." " You d better have it over the first thing in the morning and take the noon train for town." " Rather than bring the curse on another I will consent." " Any one else would have done it 148 "GUILTY SIR GUY" months ago," answered the ghost with that perfect freedom that family intercourse per mits. "And now if you please," said the Duke, " could you leave me alone ? I find your presence disturbing." "A good many other people have also found it so," murmured the ghost, grimly. " Leave me." "I think that when you are fortunate enough to have me here, and when you have just profited by my advice, it might be wiser to listen to me further. My moral support, at least " The Duke turned on the light, and the spectre was lost in its strong, clear efful gence. " It is very painful to me," said the Duke, after his interview with Mr. Chisholm had lasted for some time, "to make the announcement to you that I am compelled to make. But the family curse Mr. Chisholm visibly shuddered. " You have heard of it," said the Duke. " Yes," whispered the millionnaire. "GUILTY SIR GUY 149 " It would be launched at once." " Horrible." " I thought that I had managed to es cape it. I thought that, the marriage once accomplished, all might go well ; but last night, in the blue-room " In the what ?" demanded Mr. Chis- holm. " In the blue-room the spirit of an an cestor appeared to me." "The spirit of your ancestor! The spirit of fiddle-sticks," ejaculated Mr. Chisholm. " And threatened to utter the " " Threatened to utter it, did he ? I ll see about his flinging curses around loose." " Beware. Do not provoke an unknown power." " An unknown power indeed ! Only too well known. Why, that ghost is my own particular property, and a precious bad bargain he is too the first that I ever made. I was always suspicious of him from the first he seemed altogether too anxious to conceal his antecedents and so I put a clever young man of mine on the track. He has just reported to me 150 "GUILTY SIR GUY" this morning, and I only just now learned that this ghost came from Feversleigh Castle. But that is not all. With the assistance of our English lawyers, he has made a discovery that I believe will put a new face on this matter." Mr. Chisholm touched a bell and the clever young man appeared. " You found that the ghost of Fevers leigh Castle, known as Guilty Sir Guy, was not Sir Guy after all ?" The clever young man bowed. " No !" cried the Duke. " Who then ?" " The family butler," answered the clever young man at a sign from Mr. Chisholm. " He is compelled to go about offering a glass of the wine that he kept for his own use during life to every member of the family in each generation. The generally accredit ed story has, after the manner of all myths and legends, grown slowly up from this beginning." " Wonderful !" exclaimed the Duke. " But how did it happen ?" " They were changed at death." "The butler and Sir Guy?" "GUILTY SIR GUY 151 "Yes." " And this is an utter impostor ?" " Utter." "At last," cried the Duke, "I am free. I must," he continued, in wild delight, "see the true ghost Sir Guy himself and get his consent. Of course he ll give it. No one but a low upstart would take advan tage of his position. Of course he ll give his consent." And of course the true ghost did con sent. As the Duke and his young wife were passing through the portrait-gallery on the first night of their arrival at Feversleigh Castle, they saw coming toward them the figure of a tall, graceful man in a costume that De Grammont might have worn. His face was long and sad, but a reckless mirth- fulness shone in his long, narrow eyes. " My children," he said, in a soft, low voice, " be not afraid. I come not for harm, but rather for your good." Angelina trembled within the encircling arm of the Duke. i52 "GUILTY SIR GUY" " Do not fear, pretty one," continued the spectre in the same silky tones. " There is no curse. It is but the invention of that lying varlet that did usurp my place, and who, methinks, did somewhat overdo the matter. In truth, he did come to regard his tales, uttered after the manner of his kind, as absolute verities." " No curse ?" cried the Duke. " Young sir, no. I myself, after all, am but an honorary ghost attached to the fam ily as one of some consideration and dis tinction, until by murder, suicide, or some other peccadillo we are entitled to one. This place that low-born villain did take from me. But I am brought to my own again, even as was his blessed Majesty, and all may now be well." " How nice!" said Angelina. " Od sfish !" murmured the spectre; "if my royal master King Charles could but have seen these Americans !" IN THE MIDST OF LIFE IN THE MIDST OF LIFE Felix Oldys let the book rest upon his knee, with one long, thin finger upon the page he had finished. " Know then," so ran the words he had just read, " that there are tragedies greater than those that end in death. The extinc tion of something that cometh from one in finite and seeketh another, and which, while it lasts, is both invisible and impalpable, is a wonderful and terrible spectacle ; but in itself it is a happening of but little moment. It only signifies, that is that was before. Wherefore is this lamentable : Man is given here but little time to live and in that time works much evil. Is not this rather the grievous thing, that life should continue, and that the harm, as is the nature of harm, should be without end ? Tragedy lies more often in the continuance of life than in its 156 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE surcease. Therefore, I enjoin you, call not a man s death a tragedy, for, if he had lived, you know not what evil might have been wrought. In truth, were I to write a trage dy wherewith to delight the judicious, for catastrophe I would take a birth, which is the beginning of life." He glanced out of the open window be side which he sat. It is noon. Each shadow is reduced to its minimum. Since sunrise the encroach ing light has been conquering, overrunning the country, and now its empire has reached its ultimate extent. It is noon; it is also the year s meridian, for it is July. There is not a cloud in the intense, firm sky, and the heat has grown until the shadeless country seems almost incandescent. The day is perfect ; it is even arrogant in its perfec tion. There is the unsympathetic barren ness of consummation, the vacuity of ab solute satisfaction. No country could be fairer, and in no other time could this be more fair. Looking as Felix Oldys did from the window of his library, his eyes fell upon a wide and grateful scene. From IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 157 the sweep of the drive-way about the house, the ground descends in almost terraced reg ularity to a small lake; the incline of the valley is so gentle that, though its depth is not great, its opposite slope appears blue and hazy near the rim. The landscape, in its unclulant prettiness, seems in the distance a carefully laid out garden, the smooth roads appearing like paths and the regular fields almost like flower-beds. If ever rebellious nature has been tamed, trained, domesticated, almost humanized, it is here. No money, no labor, no thought has been spared, and the whole region is a marvel in its way. Indeed, it is famous throughout the country, and is regarded al most with a certain awe as an Elysium of landscape-gardening into which humanity is translated after having achieved the apothe osis of riches. The house commanding this view is an irregular structure of rough, dark stone, built in such fashion that its outlines follow the contour of the hill upon which it is placed, thus giving it a solidity of aspect that is not without impressiveness. It is very large. There is a high, dim hall, with 158 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE a stairway for which a famous sculptor designed the balustrade ; there are long, shadowy, gilded drawing-rooms, with ceil ings painted by a great artist ; there is an impressive leather-decked dining-room and a gay little silk-hung breakfast-room ; there is a huge conservatory constantly replen ished with orchids from the distant green houses that glitter in the light like the palaces of a fairy tale ; there are wide- spreading stables in which are housed equine perfection in various forms, from the nimble polo pony to the stately carriage horse; there are big, adjacent buildings in which are ranged all vehicles of contempo rary or habitual use, from the highest, light est cart to the heaviest, most resplendent, and imposing of coaches. The grounds are a fit setting for the house. There are broad lawns dotted with beds as intricate in de sign and as harmonious in combination of color as the finest rugs of Teheran ; there are endless walks, sharp-edged and kept by the gardeners from all blemish of fallen leaf or twig, in which you might lose yourself alone ; there are trimmed and IN THE MIDST OF LIFE I5Q tortured groves with cunningly contrived windings in which you assuredly would lose yourself with another. On the whole, it is very costly and very charming. The melancholy words Felix Oldys had read hung persistently in his mind. In his youth, because of his cadaverous appearance and the listless, mournful ex pression of his intelligent, high-bred face, Oldys had been called the Anatomy of Melancholy. There was another reason, moreover, that justified the appellation. In him, as in old Burton s famous volume, was great store of odd bits of forgotten wit and wisdom, gathered from the crusted phrases of dead and long-gone writers writers often like the writer of the book he had just laid down, utterly unknown save to bibloma- niacal fame. It was a very small volume by a certain Sir Geoffrey de Blacquiere, written with a substrain of melancholy that one might have been surprised to find or not find in the production of a frequenter of the Court of the Restoration. In significant though it might be, it was very 160 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE valuable, for it was supposed to be unique. It contained, in the very dissertation that Oldys had just read, " Upon the Quitting of this Doleful Habitation," the only printed account realistic in detail of a scandal about a very great personage, and, having been rigorously suppressed, this copy was the only one, so far as known, that had escaped destruction. It was bound with all the art of a Grolier or a Roger Payne, and was a volume in every way worthy of a place in Oldys s great library. It had been bidden in for him at a recent sale at the Hotel Drouot, at a price that had caused his French competitors to stare at the prodi gality of this American millionnaire, as their forefathers had at the extravagance of some English " milor." As Oldys put down the book, he had, at first, thought only of the sombre meaning of the passage ; but gradually the mournful cadence of the words grew stronger, and he lost the significance of the sense in the sadness of the sound. The perfect silence was oppressive the silence of a great house the more notice- IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 161 able, perhaps, because one almost insensi bly listens for something of the stifled stir of life in the huge, unpeopled rooms. Felix Oldys drew out his watch, opened it, and looked at it. Replacing it, he picked up his book and settled himself anew in his chair preparatory to its further perusal. Hardly, however, had he raised it from his knee when he. let it fall from his powerless hand. A woman s quick, wild, piercing shriek rang through the house. Starting to his feet, he listened breath lessly, motionlessly. In the distance he heard the noise of hastening steps, a con fused tumult of voices. Then, again, there was perfect stillness. He had hardly time to recover from the inevitable inactivity of sudden amazement, and to take half a dozen steps towards the door, when it was suddenly thrown open, and a man in the dress of a house-servant stood before him. " What is it, Jarvis ?" Oldys had time to ask before the man could collect himself sufficiently to speak. "Mr. Daryl has been brought home dead, I&2 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE sir," answered Jarvis, stammering in his ex citement. " The horse he was trying over the gate of the stable-yard fell with him and killed him. And Miss Annette But Oldys had hurried past him out of the room. The light is as intense, the heat as great, as it was an hour ago when Oldys sat in the library. There is not a distinct, severable sound to be heard ; only the dull, mysterious hum of a hot summer day as, almost unno- ticeably, it rises unbrokenly in soft mono tone. There is something grandly restful, powerfully peaceful, in the time. Not even a leaf stirs. Everything is at rest a lethar gic rest ; the world seems sunk in narcotic torpidity. Suddenly a man appeared at the door of the house, crossed the veranda, rested his hands upon the heavy railing, and gazed intently down the driveway. It was only an hour since Oldys had let fall his book to gaze upon that same landscape, but he looked years older ; it was only an hour, but it was an hour such as had never come to IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 163 him before. He gazed anxiously down upon the country, where the white roads showed among the green fields almost as distinctly as a chalk mark shows on the cloth of a billiard-table. No moving thing was visible. He shook his head in impatient gesture, his eyebrows were drawn together angrily, but under the stiff white moustache his lips twitched tremulously, weakly. " God grant they find him," he muttered, unconsciously. He is tall and thin ; in appearance he is commanding, even imposing. He is dressed in the light, loose garb of summer, and his clothes are worn with the ease and grace that mark him as belonging to that small class who are pre-eminently clothes-wearing creatures. In his youth he was hardly good-looking ; in his old age, as sometimes happens with men of intellectual life, he has become exceedingly handsome. Over his fine old sunburned face is cast a look of grievous apprehension, almost terror. You cannot help feeling that it is an un usual expression. There are some faces on which sorrow seems to sit naturally; 164 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE others on which it appears incongruous, and as an unfitting and unwonted garment suddenly put on. Felix Oldys s counte nance had never at any time of his life, when in repose, expressed much of any thing except a mocking but not ill-natured scepticism. Now, when he is an old man, real trouble has for the first time suddenly found him. From his father and mother both of whom had died when he was too young to remember either he had inherited fortunes which had enabled him to escape from every evitable annoyance, and an easy going and unambitious disposition that kept him from creating embittering ills for him self. He had married and had lost his wife, but the bliss of the holy state had not been so ecstatic that solitude was unmiti gated misery. His satisfaction in himself had been absolute, and he had always thought that he was freed from those hu man ties that are both the joy and the mis ery of most. He had never imposed high standards upon any one or expected to find them imposed by others, and the leniency with which he regarded the world he had IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 165 only thought it fair to extend to himself. He had always been told that he was a self ish man, and as he never contradicted any one not even himself he had always be lieved it to be so. After his wife s death, when he discovered that there was still enough left in the world to make his life quite as enjoyable as it had been before, he became more than ever convinced that he was a selfish, perhaps an unfeeling per son. Now, it is with more than a shock of surprise it is with something of the sense of revelation, that he finds that, as he stands there in the blazing sunlight, there is some one very necessary to his happiness. " On such a morning too," he murmured, with that feeling that we all have had that grief is doubly grievous, that it is unbear able in its unnaturalness, on some glorious, brilliant summer day. The calm - faced, insensitive country is maddening to him in its stolidity. He glances at the terrace below him. The light cane lounging-chairs on the veranda are in groups, as if continuing the care- 166 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE less conversation or perhaps the light con fidences of their last occupants , a riding- crop hangs from the stiff leaves of a cactus ; two tennis rackets lean against a table, upon which lies a woman s glove. Every where, startling and almost voiceful to him, are indications of the thoughtless, un troubled life of the past of yesterday of the hour before. " In the midst of life," he said, gently, recalling words he had caught at some -fu neral to which he had unwillingly gone, reluctant always to recognize trouble, and regarding it as he might some common ob trusive upstart who has forced a half-ac quaintance. Another glance at the distant road, and with lingering step he turned toward the door and entered the house. In the comparative obscurity near the stairway was a group of servants. His own man Jarvis stood rather in advance of the rest, and, as Oldys crossed the hall, ventured to address him. " Is he better, sir ?" the man asked, hesi tatingly, and in the low voice of respectful sympathy. IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 167 His companions ceased their whispered talk and listened for the answer. " No, Jarvis, no," replied Oldys, absent ly, and hardly raising his head. " He is still unconscious." " It s awful, sir," said Jarvis, stepping back. As Oldys mounted the stairs his feet fell heavily and slowly on the sounding wood , the elastic step, the erect carriage of an hour before were gone. Well he knew the scene that awaited him above ; three times he had made the journey from which he was now returning, only to find all practically unchanged. Could he come back to it again without the desired tidings ? But Felix Ol dys learned, as he had learned that day an other thing equally surprising to him, that he was a brave man ; and without visible hesi tation he opened a door in the upper corri dor and entered a large, darkened room. On the bed lies a young man, His coat is off; his waistcoat is unbuttoned and hangs loosely ; he wears white riding- breeches and shining riding-boots , his shirt is widely open at the collar, showing I6S IN THE MIDST OF LIFE his short, thick white neck and a little of the smooth skin of his chest. In his face is the apathy of absolute insensibility. That he is a glorious human creature is evident. He is neither tall nor short ; neither un wieldy nor slight ; his head is small, but finely shaped the perfectly proportioned head of the true athlete ; his features are singularly regular the line from the first crisp curl on the forehead down the brow and nose curving only slightly and in deli cate but unfrigid purity. Bloodless, almost absolutely white as his face now is, it might more properly seem the face of some win ner in a Nemoean game, almost living still in the perfect marble of the complete time before rascal intelligence like a hump backed Richard had so entirely usurped the throne, and when physical beauty was held as worthy of honor as brains. By his side, holding one of his hands, sits a young girl. If she had been reared with disadvan tageous surroundings and beneath un- favoring influences, if she had grown up in poverty and ignorance, she might have been ugly ; but, born to great fortune and IN THE MIDST OF LIFE l<>9 high position, living all her life in the re fining environment that wealth and posi tion generally create, she has to a high degree that artificial attractiveness that in our modern eyes is often more desirable than a more regular but less expressive loveliness. We have not yet found a word to describe exactly the quality that we prize so much. Sometimes we call it " dis tinction " ; sometimes, in attempted expla nation, we use the word " interesting " ; sometimes all that we can find to say is that the possessor of this mysterious qual ity is " nice-looking." One positive, un deniable beauty, however, she has her dark eyes, which are wide, deep, glorious ; vivid with expression of unthinking, un hesitating impulsiveness ; intense with as surance of power for self-forgetting, self-sac rificing devotion. She looked up as Oldys entered. Her face has hardly more color in it than the face on which her eyes had been fixed, and a strand of her dark hair which had broken loose and fallen over her shoul der seems almost to heighten her paleness. 17 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE " Can t you see him, father ?" she asked in a low, hard voice a voice dry, des iccated as if all tears had been wrung from it. " Not yet," answered Oldys as he wearily seated himself. " But he must come soon." "Yes." " If they can only find him if they can only find him !" moaned the girl. " He must surely be at home at this time," replied her father, with the weak assurance of one who speaks only to pacify, and without positive belief in what he says. " And when he comes do you think he can help him ?" continued the girl, with all the unreasoning absurdity of that grief so desperate that even the sound of the words, in which it is impossible that there can be any real comfort, seems to afford relief. " I understand," said Oldys, as if trying to prove to himself that nothing could be so very bad when he could talk so calmly and collectedly, "that he is considered a very skilful man quite remarkable, in deed." IN THE MIDST OF LIFE I?l "Can t you hear wheels?" she asked again, suddenly looking up. Oldys turned towards the window, with the impulse that always leads us to look in the direction from which we expect to hear any sound, and listened attentively. After a motionless moment he shook his head. " No," he answered, sadly. The scarce-stirring air, heavy with the perfume of the heated fields, slightly dis placed the light curtains, causing a gently- lapping sound and allowing a flickering light to play over the floor. "And this is my honeymoon !" cried the girl in a rebellious voice, " and I was so happy, happy unconsciously, unhesitat ingly happy. Is that all that joy is something so that we may feel grief the more ? It is wrong to trouble any one so happy as I have been it is cruel. I might have been spared because I was so happy. Does God see so much happiness on earth that he dared destroy mine ?" "Annette," said Oldys, "you cannot know what you say. You frighten me ; you harm yourself." 172 IN THE M.IDST OF LIFF. " It is right that I should rebel," she went on unheeding her father, her voice now rising, now falling, until it might have seemed to any one too distant to distin guish her words that she was crooning some wild, irregular dirge. " Life is not given to us as a bribe. God may expect gratitude, but not blindness. Such a death as this is outrage only an exercise of pitiless power. But I will not believe that he will die," she cried, " that he will die and that I shall live. He taught me how to live and now he is dead. Before I knew him I knew nothing ; I breathed, I moved, I lay down and I rose up. I called it liv ing, but I did not live. Then he came and all was changed. The most trivial things of life meant more, the commonest aspects of the world gained beauty. It was as if my senses had been given new power ; as if new senses had been created fit for other worlds, and given to me because I had more to feel." She looked at Oldys and then again at the stricken man struck down in his youth and strength and comeliness a IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 173 comeliness, a consummate physical fair ness that hardly seemed native to our cramped times, but rather something fresh ly, freely, grandly pagan. " Before," she continued, " I should have been unworthy even to mourn him, for to mourn rightly we must know what we have lost, and now " Annette," said Oldys, " such raving is senseless." " I loved him I loved him," she re peated with increasing vehemence, " and he loved me. Sometimes I almost doubted if it could be so, but he loved me. He saw me, beautiful as he was, and did not find me ugly; with all his goodness and nobility he did not think me despicable. He found me worthy of his love and I am satisfied. He may die, but he shall live in my heart, my thoughts ; and while reason is left to me not even a remorseless God can take him from me. I "Annette," said Oldys, at last interrupt ing with a tone of some firmness the wild onrush of her undirected exclamations, " you must calm yourself. You will lose your mind or make me lose mine." 174 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE The girl looked up quickly. " Do you not hear something ?" she said, sharply. Oldys rose, and going to the window drew aside the curtain and looked out ; but, after standing an instant in rigid attention, he shook his head and turned slowly away from the light. " I do," she insisted, holding up her hand. " I can hear wheels." She was not mistaken. Turning again in anxious expectation, Oldys almost imme diately caught the rattle of wheels on the hard road, and soon the quick hoof-beats of a horse almost at full gallop. "Go! Go !" commanded the girl. "Bring him here." As Oldys emerged from the house he saw a horse black with sweat, spotted with foam, and a high-swung cart in which were seated two men, start out from behind the clump of trees that concealed the lodge and ad vance rapidly up the avenue. As the driver drew up before the steps with a strong, sud den pull that nearly threw the powerful ani mal on his haunches, a man stood up, who, IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 1/5 even before the vehicle had come to a per fect stand-still, had picked up a small leather bag and sprung nimbly over the wheel. " Thank God, Doctor, that you are here," said Oldys, seizing the new-comer by the hand. "An accident, sir?" asked the physician in quick, nervous tones, as Oldys hurried him into the house. " My son-in-law, Mr. Daryl, was thrown from his horse an hour ago," answered Oldys. " He has been unconscious ever since." " It is serious, then," and the doctor spoke with an intonation that plainly showed that he had expected to find only some trifling injury that apprehension had magnified. " Serious !" repeated Oldys, almost shocked. " It is death." He had tried rigorously to maintain his composure, but with the last word his voice broke. " Doctor," he continued, as they has tened through the hall, "you may have two lives dependent upon you. It would kill her my daughter." 176 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE " I understand," said the physician, bow ing his head gravely. " It was their honey moon." "They were married only three months ago." They had reached the door of the room in which the injured man lay. " She is with him now," said Oldys, soft ly. " She has not left him." The doctor nodded shortly. He was scarcely a significant, though cer tainly not an insignificant looking man. Young, hardly yet with foot upon the pla teau of middle age, he was still slightly bald and decidedly inclined to stoutness. His face, though common in type, was intelli gent in expression, and the quickness of his motions suggested a certain quickness of mind. A poor country practitioner, he was evidently somewhat awed by his surround ings, and this sudden call to a new scene and unusual responsibilities had clearly dis turbed him. " I have telegraphed to town," said Oldys, as they paused before the door, " to Doctor Tisdale, to come on a special train if nec essary." IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 177 The young physician bowed with a quick expression of disappointment. It was clear that he was half fearful of undertaking the duties so unexpectedly placed upon him, but it was equally evident that he desired that this chance of distinguishing himself should not be lost. " We will hope," he said, "that we shall not need his aid." Annette glanced up as the two men en tered the room. " Doctor Stilphin," said Oldys, in the low tone in which he had before spoken to his daughter, Annette looked questioning! y at the man upon whom so much so much that seemed absolutely vital to her depended. That his appearance did not wholly satisfy her was evident, for a quick look, that would per haps have been simply one of impatience under ordinary circumstances, but which the excitement of the moment raised to an intensity almost expressing dislike, swept across her face. Stilphin stepped to the window and drew back one of the curtains , the excluded light 178 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE rioted in with unchecked license. As it hap pened, the clear, strong rays fell upon the bed, revealing Daryl s perfect head and body. The power of his beauty had always been remarkable, for it was of that attrac tive, appealing character in which there is still no loss of manly characteristics, and its effect upon Stilphin was now evident and instantaneous. He looked at the man ly ing before him with sympathetic attention and quickened interest. Suddenly, as if the light had some reviv ing power, the indescribable evidence of a struggling and returning consciousness ap peared in the face. Though there was no absolute return of color, there seemed to come a mysterious, indeterminate change of hue over the pallid skin. Daryl raised his hand weakly, unsteadily, to his head, and breathed more easily and naturally , then he slowly opened his eyes. With a quick cry Annette sprang to her feet and bent over him. Daryl seemed to recognize her and smiled faintly only with a quick loos ening of the lips, but still with something of the sweetness of expression that so easily won men s favor and women s hearts. IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 179 " You are not dead," she almost whis pered in wonder and in awe. The smile, if it could be called a smile, appeared again ; quick and fleeting as be fore, but now a little more clearly marked. Still he did not speak. " If you will let me see," said Stilphin, gently. Annette stepped slowly away. Bending down, the doctor, with the deft ness of skill and the despatch of experi ence, commenced the usual medical exami nation. Feeling here, listening there, and all the time watching the dull, staring eyes in the white face, he went on with his work, the girl following his every motion in ago nized expectation, in unrelieved apprehen sion. The doctor s ear, close to the mouth of the injured man, caught a low, sibilant sound. It was so slight that no one but he. placed as he was, could hear it. With the instinctive discretion that makes a phy sician a diplomat, he did not appear to no tice it; still, in quick recognition of the fact that Daryl wished to speak to him he iSo IN THE MIDST OF LIVE nodded his head quickly. He felt, rather than saw, that the struggling lips again moved. He bent lower. In his position Stilphin could hear the sound of the slight est respiration, the least articulation ; listen ing eagerly, he first distinguished a syllable, then a word, finally a broken sentence. " A mo a moment alone," whispered Daryl, in what might have seemed only a long-drawn breathing. "Mrs. Daryl," said Stilphin, with an air of greater confidence than he had hitherto shown, "you need rest. You had better leave us." " I have not left him," she answered, firmly. "I will not leave him now." "Annette," remonstrated Oldys. " Let me stay with him while he lives," she continued, her voice changing from a tone of disdainful decision to one of abject supplication. " He may die in the next moment he maybe dying now. Let me stay and " Daryl turned his head in her direction, took her right hand in his and raised it to his lips, then let it fall with a look that was almost a dismissal and a farewell. IN THE MIDST OF LIFE iSl The girl turned slowly away, tears filling her eyes for the first time. " You too had best go," said Stilphin to Oldys. " You are most needed by your daughter." Oldys did not hesitate , his real interest was with his child. He stepped beside Annette, as she cast one quick, backward look at Daryl to see if he might not yet re call her banishment, and together they left the room. As the door closed Stilphin re sumed his former attitude, leaning anxiously over the still motionless man. Almost as if breaking away from some restraining phys ical grasp, Daryl seemed to free his intelli gence from its obscurity. "I have been hurt," he said, in a voice grown stronger, but still weak and husky. " Shall I live ?" " I do not know," answered Stilphin after an instant s hesitation. " You can tell me," said Daryl, calmly. " I can bear it." The doctor did not answer. " Then I am dying," continued Daryl, now in almost his habitual tone. " I felt it 182 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE with my first consciousness, and wished to speak to you alone." Stilphin bowed. " I am in great pain," Daryl went on, " I can hardly breathe, but there is something I must do or have done before I die. You can do more for me in aiding me in this than in helping me to a few more hours of life." " My professional duty " "A physician s duty is to his patient, not to himself," interrupted Daryl, impa tiently. " I tell you that you can help me in other ways more than you can with bandages or medicines." Stilphin stood irresolute. " There is little time left to me," Daryl went on. A new quality had come into his voice ; that strange, vibrant ring that commands attention and obedience ; that stress that, heard in battle, can rally a reg iment or hold a forlorn hope to its pur pose ; that intonation that, wherever men are gathered, impresses and sways more than rounded phrase or incontrovertible logic ; that inflection that, coming in a love- IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 183 story, surely wins its way. "Will you do what I wish ?" "Yes," answered Stilphin. He was young inexperienced, obscure, and it was difficult for him to assert himself even in his pro fessional capacity. " I may die at any minute," continued Daryl , " no one else can do for me what I must have done. I must trust you." Daryl hesitated for a moment, looking up almost beseechingly now at the doubtful man before him. " I only ask you to write a few lines," he said. " See that they are sent to the ad dress that I will give you, and keep all that is done all that is written as secret as you would, if you had it, the knowledge of your own damnation." The doctor did not move or speak. " A physician is like a priest," said Daryl , " what is told to him, what he learns, is guarded as closely as anything heard in the confessional." " Yes." " Go to the table," commanded Daryl. " There are paper and pen and ink. Write as I tell you." 184 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE Obediently as if under hypnotic influ ence Stilphin walked to the writing-table and seated himself before it. The silence was for a moment unbroken by the speech of either man ; a bee that had strayed in from the gardens and that now buzzed drowsily along an upper window- pane made the only sound that could be heard in the room. "Isabel." Daryl s voice, coining hesitatingly, faint ly, seemed to linger and then be lost in the stillness. Stilphin looked up, amazed, fearful, doubtful as to what he should do. "Write," commanded Daryl. Stilphin bent over the paper and hastily traced the name he had hardly heard. " I am dying," continued Daryl, in hur ried but resolute tone, the tone of one who has much to do and but little time in which to do it. " I have been unconscious for hours. My first thought when I again awoke to the world was of you, as my first thought will be of you when I awake if there is awaking in another." He hesitated an instant, and then went on in a IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 185 voice now weaker, now stronger, now duller, now clearer, now harshly mocking, now despairing, but always steadfast, relentless, inflexible. " I am dying, and I leave you my curse and my blessing, my hatred and my love. I have loved you ; I did not think ever to say it, but I love you now. I have always returned to you, and now it is for the last time. You know how long I have kept to my oath ; you have not even heard from me since my engagement to Annette Oldys. What led to that engage ment you do not know. I made that mar riage only that I might remain near you. Nothing could have been more shamefully dishonorable. I knew it ; still, I did not hesitate. I had a name the world respected. I was thought rich ; I was well-looking I easily won the friendship of men, the love of women. But no one knew the truth not even you. In a few years I became what ? A gambler not for the natural excitement of play, but from the mere desire to gain a liar, a cheat, a scoun drel. Finally all was gone. I might be dis graced. I loved you. I was hard-pressed, 186 IN THE MIDST OF LIFE threatened, in danger. I knew that poverty even more than disgrace would remove me from you. I became engaged to Annette Oldys. I was ruined and she was rich. As one thinking only of gain I had approached her, seeking only her money money that would enable me to hold my position in my world and remain near you. I at first thought of her with indifference, almost with pity. I had seen her a quiet, shy girl, moving through life half fearful of herself and others, timid and abashed by the con sciousness of her immense wealth. I did not know her then ; soon, however, I began to understand what how much she really is. I learned that she loved me ; learned how such a one as she could love ; learned for the first time what love really is. I say she loved me ; she loved rather the being she thought I was, as she now loves the being she thinks I am for to her the vision and the being are one. It may be through the kindness of an all-foreseeing God that I am to die. My death will pain her for a time, but what she thinks me to be will al ways live in her very heart and soul, and IN TPIE MIDST OF LIFE 187 she will be happy with that memory. If I the I that I am had lived you know what would have happened. I have not seen you for months; what little of honor there was left in me seemed, in her pres ence, to return to me and bid me forget you but I must have seen you soon. For months I have been strong, fighting with myself as I thought I had not the power to fight for anything right ; but during the last few days I have felt the old weakness of purpose that always brought me back to you. If I had lived I could not have helped it. I should have gone back to you you would have given me double welcome, because my return would have brought you two victims instead of one. Annette would have known the truth about me, and then she would really have lost me. As it is, I shall die and she will never know, and will be happy in that ignorance." Daryl had hesitated frequently in his dic tation, waiting for strength to go on ; now he drew his hand feebly across his eyes and the pause was long. " I send this letter to the old address," ISS IN THE MIDST OF LIFE he continued at length and even more has tily, as if fearful that his strength would not permit him to finish. " I hope it will reach you. I am too weak to write ; another has written for me." He stopped and asked abruptly, " What is your name ?" " Stilphin," said the doctor. " If you receive this letter," continued Daryl, " and if, after a year, you have heard nothing further, send a thousand dollars five thousand what you will, to Doctor Stilphin, at Barborough, in this State. You will see that this is done so much you can do for me." Again Daryl paused. " I could not die without letting you know what I have done, what I have suf fered for you. I do not expect that you will love me the more for it or remember me the longer, but the knowledge that I now give you of my torture is my supremest homage rny final tribute. I know best what will please you, and I lay my agony at your feet that you may exult in its mem ory. I shall die. It will be for the best. I shall die. You will forget me ; Annette IN THE MIDST OF LIFE 189 will remember me ; and I if thought is possible shall think of you as I have al ways thought of you, shall forget her as I have always forgotten her." His voice had greatly weakened, was almost gone, and he fell back heavily. " Seal it," he murmured. "Address it " and his voice was so low that the doctor bent over him to catch his words. Then again he seemed for a moment to rally and went on, "Bring it here under my pillow and when I am dead " As he uttered the last words all sem blance of life \vas lost. Stilphin sprang to the bed and again bent over him. Although the shadows are pointing their fingers towards the east beckoning, it might almost seem, to the night the heat is as great, the silence as absolute, as at noon. The mass of sunlight on the floor, however, is slightly yellower, and a single bird with some sense of the approach of evening has ventured from the drowsy grove and now twitters near the open window. To Oldys and Annette in the hall beyond IQO IN THE MIDST OF LIFE the closed door behind which Daryl lies, the time, short though it has been, has seemed endless. Now and again they have looked at each other with anxious eyes ; now and again they have moved in sloth- like action ; silent in expectation so in tense as to make them appear almost stolid. At last the door opens and Stilphin ap pears upon the threshold. " Is is he dead ?" asked Annette, almost creeping forward from the place where she had knelt beside her father, and speaking as she might in the presence of some one asleep. " No," said the doctor, slowly. " He is not dead. He will not die. He will live." By one of those seemingly causeless actions of the mind, the words that Felix Olclys had read that morning, haltingly returned to him. " Know then that there are tragedies greater than those that end in death. . . . Man is given here but little time to live and in that time works much evil. Is not this rather the grievous thing, IN THE MIDST OF LIFE igi that life should continue, and that the harm, as is the nature of harm, should be without end ? Tragedy lies more often in the continuance of life than in its surcease. Therefore, I enjoin you, call not a man s death a tragedy, for, if he had lived, you know not what evil might have been wrought." A FLIRT A FLIRT " How old are you?" "Mrs. Tom" Wychbold took a small sip of the tea that steamed in the Capo di Monte cup, whereon was depicted Danae and the Shower of Gold one of a set that was her last extravagance and her latest pride then glanced carelessly at the person to whom the question was ad dressed. " Twenty-two." Dinah Haye, biting off a piece of bread- and-butter, met her gaze squarely. " And when did you come out ?" " When I was seventeen." " Then it is five years since you were a bud ?" " Yes." " How many men have proposed to you ?" I9 6 A FLIRT " I should say ten or a dozen that is out and out, you know." " Say a dozen ?" " Oh, yes, you may safely say a dozen." " How many times have you been en gaged ?" " Three times." " The first ?" " When I was seventeen." " Before you came out ?" " Yes." " The next ?" " When I was nineteen, and again when I was twenty." " Why was the first broken ?" " Because I was a perfect baby and didn t know any more than to get into it." " And the second ?" " Because he was very nice and I was horribly bored in the country, and well, when I got to town I thought better of it." " And the third ?" " Because he was very rich and every woman tried to marry him ; but when I found I could, I really didn t want to do it." " Dinah, you re a flirt." A FLIRT 197 " I know it." " Dinah," said Mrs. Wychbold, as se verely as it was possible for her ever to say anything, "you are really a very shock ing person." " I am not sure about that." "At least you acknowledge that you are a coquette." " Yes." The animated and somewhat pointed dialogue here recorded took place in Mrs. Wychbold s pet withdrawing -room, where, at five o clock, the arcana of afternoon-tea always awaited the initiate, and where " Mrs. Tom" and Dinah Haye her guest the only votaries at that solemn ceremonial on this occasion present, were seated. The light had nearly disappeared from the dull January sky, and the room had become quite dark so dark that even the small lamp burning under the kettle of hot water cast an orange glow on the little table that bore the tea-things. No sound but the gentle purr of the escaping steam and the genial crackle of the blazing wood broke the silence for a mo ment, and then Mrs. Wychbold spoke again. I 98 A FLIRT " Dinah," she asked, remonstrantly, " why will you do this ?" " Do what ?" " Flirt." " Why shouldn t I ?" " I know," conceded " Mrs. Tom," " that I shouldn t think, on general principles, any more of a girl who wouldn t flirt a little, on occasion than I should of a man who wouldn t fight." " Well then ?" Miss Haye observed. " But you don t do it a little, you do it a great deal all the time invariably." " Suppose I do ?" "There s sure to be trouble if not for others, then serious harm to yourself if you keep on." " I don t know about that," answered Dinah, stubbornly. " It is sure to be so," urged " Mrs. Tom." " I suppose," she added, " that you intend to marry some day." "I have," answered Miss Haye, "every intention of entering upon the holy state of matrimony indeed, I am going to take particular care that I do." THE ROOM HAD BECOME QUITE DARK. A FLIRT 199 " But," said Mrs. Wychbold, triumphant ly, " what man do you think will ever care about marrying you when you ve been car rying on throwing yourself away on the dozens of others that you have ?" "Dozens?" responded Dinah, critically; " that s liberal, even lavish ; but I pass it by, knowing as I do the usual luxuriance of your descriptions. I maintain, however, that many a man of sense will be very glad to marry me in spite of all that perhaps even because of all that." " Merciful heavens !" cried Mrs. Wych bold, dismayed by such ample confidence and such utter degeneracy, "what do you mean ?" " I mean, my dear Constance," said Miss Haye, calmly, " that I have come, through time and experience, to know something about the world and, what is more, the men who live in it, and I assure you that any one who succeeds in winning my smiles I believe that is quite the sanctified phrase will do something of which he may be proud. I mean that I have discrimi nation, powers of comparison have, in 200 A FLIRT short, a standard, which no girl who has not gone through what I have, can possi bly possess. Now, I tell you, men of sense have sense enough to realize this that is, nice men, men who are worth while and they therefore find me more attractive, more satisfactory, than the pretty, petty little prude who came out yesterday, and who would receive another, to whom they would hardly take the trouble to nod in their club, as well as she would them. Don t you suppose that they want their worth recog nized ? I m an expert, and my approba tion means appraisal at their own valua tion. That s the reason that they would rather have me care for them than any mere bud or guarded hot-house blossom who will fall in love with the first idiot who comes along." " And you think that men like a flirt ?" " I think they that is, those who are worth anything like women who can un derstand and appreciate them, and that, I am sure, few of your rigidly reserved and rigorously respected damsels, who have never talked unchaperoned to any man ex- A FLIRT 201 cept their own brothers, can ever do." She spoke with a certain fiery vigor, and then breaking for a moment into low laugh ter at her own earnestness, she added, " Besides, the day of the aughty Imo- gene has gone by." " What do you mean ?" asked Mrs. Wychbold. " I mean that nowadays men don t want to think of women as if they were enshrined saints or pedestalled goddesses. I don t know whether we or they have changed, or whether it is that we as a race have lived in the world so long that we don t feel such strangers to one another. I don t know what a parfait knight or a preux chevalier" 1 may have felt, but I know that any man of this, of our generation, would vote a woman a bore who, after years of devotion, would only drop him a flower from some lofty battlement or, after sea sons of attention, would only concede to him the right to kiss the pink nail on her little finger ; he would ride or walk away with a shrug of his shoulders and have nothing more to do with her. Our men 202 A FLIRT may have been spoiled I don t know ; but we ve got to take them as we find them, or not take them at all." " Dinah," said Mrs. Wychbold, " you shock me very much." " I know," Dinah went on with some bit terness, " there are a great many old la dies who don t think me nice ; a number of very sweetly inoffensive girls who don t consider me proper ; some very worthy mothers of families who would be glad to call me not respectable, but I cannot help it, for I cannot help my education or my age. I " and again she laughed her soft, sweet, indulgent laugh, "I am a. product" "I am glad, Dinah," said Mrs. Wych bold, " to know so accurately what you are. I was always a little doubtful." " I never could have existed at any other time," went on Miss Haye ; " there wasn t any place for me. I should have scandal ized your mother and horrified your grand mother, while you you love me, don t you, Constance, dear ?" "Yes," answered "Mrs. Tom," reluc tantly. " I m afraid that I do." A FLIRT 203 " That s because we re of the same day speak the same language, or rather the same dialect, and are influenced by nearly the same motives, modistes, and men for, my dear Mrs. Tom, " said Dinah, with sud denly assumed formality, "you know that they say you are fast too." " I know it," admitted Mrs. Wychbold, " although I could never understand why." " What chance would there be for me if I were not what I am ?" continued Miss Haye with greater seriousness. " Every one has to be pronounced to-day to be prominent ; one must be characteristic, even if one hasn t character and I am only a little more pronounced, more character istic, than another have all the points of my class, so to speak. You they may think the class deplorable, but I m really not so much to blame if I do belong to it. I always had to fight my own bat tles. I never have had chances but those I made myself, and if people think that an American girl with the blood of a self- made American father in her veins and the spirit of a nervous American mother 204 A FLIRT in her heart is not going to be ambitious, isn t going to try and get on, they shut their eyes on all the teachings of science and absolutely disregard the great doctrine of heredity. Oh, if I were Cynthia Leigh, for example, with her pale, pretty eyes, her dull yellow hair, her pink-and-white com plexion, and her many, many millions, I don t know but what I might have been as ignorant, as helpless, as as respected as she ; but I have had to trust to the at tractiveness of my own brown eyes you know you always said that I had honest eyes and so, naturally, I have made the most of my few advantages. I may have pushed and I may have struggled strange that what is considered a merit in an American man is something for condem nation in an American girl but I will tell you one thing, Constance Wychbold, and that is that I never have had a bit of a flirtation I hate the word as much as any one when I didn t put some of my heart in it, mistakenly though it may have been. And I will tell you another thing, and that is that a girl never can know anything A FLIRT 205 about a man if she doesn t flirt with him." " But," asked Mrs. Wychbold, " is it dig nified, is it self-respecting ?" " Dignified ?" cried Miss Haye, her fresh, strong, young voice becoming in tone still more elevated. "With their dignity and self-respect women have managed to lose the position they ought really to hold. Nature never intended that things should be managed the way they are. Why, Con stance, I was reading in a book the other day that the reason why masculinity among the birds of the air, the beasts of the field, and the fishes of the sea gets itself up so regardless is simply to find favor with the dear, darling femininities of their own kind. Now, how is it with us ? Are not we the ones to array ourselves in the most gorgeous habiliments merely that we may gratify and attract our fellow-men ? Is this right ? Are not the purposes of an all-wise and provident nature clearly perverted ? And how has this happened ? It has hap pened because woman has tacitly yielded up her right of selection, and merely 206 A FLIRT taken her place in the ranks of those to be chosen from." Miss Haye paused to laugh at her own eagerness. You blame me, and yet you see I refer to nature. I do more consciously, and perhaps more conscientiously, what all my little sisters are doing more or less blindly ; for, after all, every sensible person knows that women make love just as much as men only per haps in another way." " Oh, Dinah !" remonstrated " Mrs. Tom." " You cannot deny," continued Miss Haye, " that you let Tom Wychbold know that you thought he was charming long be fore he offered you his heart and hand." " Yes, I know," interrupted " Mrs. Tom," " but I never made love to him." " La Rochefoucauld omitted to remark," said Miss Haye, sententiously, " that the woman who permits a man to make love to her is after her own fashion making love to him." Mrs. Wychbold carefully deposited her cup on the table, and then sank back in her chair softly laughing. A FLIRT 207 " Dinah," she said, " I never saw you excited. Why, you are actually angry." " It is the accumulated indignation of years," answered Miss Haye, speaking again with her low, sweet, mocking drawl. " But didn t you say something about the cards for the dinner-table ?" " Yes," answered Mrs. Wychbold, " won t you write them ? I m so frozen that I m going to hug the fire. I could envy the fate of a martyr at the stake." Miss Haye sat down before " Mrs. Tom s" inlaid unbusiness-like desk with a very business-like air. " Who s coming ?" she demanded, with doubtful English, but purposeful energy. " Ruth Redmond and Harold," said Mrs. Wychbold. " Yes," said Dinah as she wrote. " Frank Nesbitt." " I do dislike him," commented Miss Haye. " I am sorry my guest isn t happy in pleasing you," responded "Mrs. Tom"; "but between ourselves I don t like him very much myself." 208 A FLIRT " I don t care for that instructive kind of man," said Dinah, " and then he does fancy himself such a lot." " But you know he is very intellectual, and Cynthia and he will get on capitally." " Poor lamb," said Miss Haye ; " she ll drink of the troubled waters of his elo quence and think it is a divine draught." " She s old enough to look out for her self." " Yes, she s old enough," answered Miss Haye, "but she s exactly the kind I ve been talking about : she doesn t know her self or anybody else. She s just the sort that some wolf will gobble up, millions and all or millions and nothing." " I hope you ll get on together," said " Mrs. Tom," anxiously. "Oh," responded Miss Haye, "she ll think I m horrid and unladylike and all the rest ; but I don t believe we ll quite tear each other s eyes out. You know that I couldn t afford to run the risk of losing mine." " She comes on the five-thirty train," said Mrs. Wychbold, glancing at the clock. A FLIRT 20g " I hope she ll be in time for dinner at half-past seven." " Next," added Miss Haye, and she again disposed herself for further calli graphic efforts. " Milnes Desborough," said Mrs. Wych- bold. As Dinah wrote this name on the small bit of card-board before her she bent her head very low over the table. Certainly the night had shut in suddenly and the room was really dark. "I observe," said "Mrs. Tom," criti cally, " that you do not say anything." " Why," exclaimed Dinah, looking up with an air of innocent unconsciousness that would have utterly deceived a less experienced person than her hostess; "is there anything to say ?" " No, not in the least," responded Mrs. Wychbold, " certainly not. Only, Dinah, I have met people, and I am convinced you are one of them, the extent of whose thoughts you cannot surely measure by the abundance of their expression." Miss Haye collected the cards, which she 14 210 A FLIRT had placed in a row before her, into a small pack and shuffled them thoughtfully. " I understand your insinuations, Con stance," she said, "and scorn them. But then, you know, what can you expect ? I m only a flirt." " I would tell you to be careful only Milnes Desborough is old and experienced enough in all conscience to look out for himself, and, moreover, too busy a person to think of such a trifling creature as your self. There are some men who the world seems to decide off-hand will get on, and he is one of them. His fate is to marry money and to become a public character. I feel it just as much as does the rest of the world." " Now tell me all the others," commanded Dinah, briefly. Miss Haye rose a trifle languidly when all the cards were written ; then, returning to the fire and leaning her head against the carved mantel, she looked curiously at the blaze. " I suppose Cynthia would be just the sort of inoffensive person such a man would A FLIRT 211 admire ; he d think her so womanly, and I, you know I m only womanish, and that s so different." Dinah hesitated. "And she s so rich," she went on. " It would be a very proper match in every way," answered Mrs. Wychbold, decidedly. Miss Haye drew her foot slowly along the line of the hearth and then turned quickly towards the door. " I must go and dress," she said, " and so, Constance, must you." II In one of the bow-windows of the An- dros Club were seated two men ; the dusk of the closing day permitting the dull fire at the end of the cigarette of the one and the cigar of the other to glow redly and distinctly. "Who, Harold," asked the older and heavier of the two, knocking the ashes from his cigar, " is this Miss Dinah Haye ?" Redmond laughed. "Why, Milnes," he said, "you don t say she s here ?" 212 A FLIRT " Yes," answered Desborough, " at Mrs. Tom s. " " Well," said his companion, " she s a young person who has flirted her way over two continents and through five seasons, and who " I don t mean that, but who is she where does she come from to whom does she belong ?" " She s the daughter of a man, dead now, who in his time was one of the most promi nent lawyers of Arapago. Lived well and died poor. You know the kind a little politics and a large house, a turn for specu lation and a fancy for horseflesh. Dinah, when she was a small child, romped through the parlors of every watering-place hotel in the country with the dress of a little millionnairess ; but when her father dropped off there wasn t even money enough to keep her at the swell school where she then was. However, things looked up a bit afterwards ; the widow moved into a small house, gathered up the odds and ends, and there s been sufficient to send the boy to college and keep Miss Dinah A FLIRT 213 scampering over the old world and the new since she was seventeen." " But " began Desborough. " She s an institution," continued Red mond, warming up to his subject. " Why, at Homburg, when I was there two seasons ago, she was the rage. They called her Roulette, because, they said, you never knew where she d stop ; but I as a com patriot who d seen her like before, under stood that she knew very well where to stop and what she was about. I m not sure but I was rather in love with her my self, although we d been together a summer at Narragansettwhen her dresses only came to the top of her shoes and she was the wildest little piece that ever looked like a Yankee Greuze and talked as nearly as she knew how like an American Gavroche. To me even, who d been brought up with that kind all my life, she was a revelation, and a certain royal personage said that although he thought it was no longer in the power of America to surprise him, she had done it." " Then," said Desborough, " I have been 214 A FLIRT entertaining an angel unawares, for I sat out three dances with her last night and didn t realize her peculiar greatness." " Three dances out ! That s more than I ever saw her give the heaviest guardsman." " Really !" responded Desborough, with a visibly satisfied laugh; "you see I m not quite a pensioner on the good - humor of the gay world." "But take care," went on Redmond. " You must know she s the most danger ous little flirt that ever stood on heels two inches high." " I don t think," answered his friend, " that you need have any particular fear about me. You know I m old -fogy and old-fashioned, and she s not my style at all. It was pleasant enough talking to Miss Dinah while it lasted, but Heaven defend me from a lifetime of it." " I always liked the little girl," said Red mond, reflectively, " and have never seen any harm, but rather a lot of good in her, even if she is the terror of all chaperons with prim and proper charges, and of all doting mammas with utterly hopeless hope- A FLIRT 215 fuls. They d rather see the Fiend himself in a ball-room than Dinah Haye, though why I m sure I can t understand, as she would no more think of robbing a wall flower of her occasional prey than she would of stealing her stray cotillon fa vor." "I think," said Desborough, "I under stand her perfectly the type of girl that men consider good fun, but would never dream of marrying." " Stuff and nonsense !" ejaculated Red mond. " There are enough who would have liked and would like to marry her." "You ll find men who will cross the Atlantic in a small boat," answered Des borough, " but the most still prefer the se curity of the conventional Cunarder." Then he continued, with a yawn, " But, as matri mony s not my lay, I think I may go on without any fear of burning my fingers, and learn a little more about this manifestation of nineteenth-century femininity." " Milnes," answered Redmond, " I sup pose that you ve all the principles and prejudices that rightly belong to the scion 2l6 A FLIRT of so distinguished a New England family -are thoroughly imbued with all the puri- tanics, if you ll allow me the word but as for myself I m married now and can speak my mind I find the gentle trickle of small talk which the average maiden of society sees fit to inflict upon me rather thin. No, my dear fellow, give me the much -abused girl of the day, who knows her own mind and the minds of others ; who can walk along the brink of the steepest precipice without losing her head, and who, indeed, has coolness enough to hold out a helping hand to you when she sees you are grow ing dizzy give me the modern maiden, the great, the glorious, the ever-free, such as she is to-day hardly to be excelled in the future certainly never equalled in the past." " My dear Harold," said Desborough, "you are impassioned in your style, but really, don t you think this is a subject that you and I should have dropped long ago ?" "Not when you still sit out three dances," answered Redmond. A FLIRT 217 " That " Desborough hesitated " that was an exception." " Of course it was," said his friend. " But so is Dinah an exception an exception among a lot of exceptions nothing quite so perfect of the kind in the country." "But the kind?" " Believe me, there s a great deal to say for the kind. Why, man, she and the great many like her, that we have around us, are only another instance of demand and sup- ply. " "What do you mean?" asked Desbor ough. " Mean ?" said Redmond. " I mean that we ask a great deal more of our girls than did our daddies. We demand that they shall meet us as human beings, with equal knowledge, equal abilities, almost equal ex periences. The mute, unquestioning ado ration and obedience with which our grand fathers were satisfied would bore us nearly to death ; we want a woman who can under stand our hopes, our fears, our pleasures, and our pains who, as pretty as or prettier even than her foremothers, has, besides, 2l A FLIRT intelligence, learning, wit, taste, and ten thousand other things, the requirements of an exacting generation. I tell you there s a great call for fresh, strong, militant girl hood just now, and you are demanding it just as much as any one else. Proof: The fact that you sat out three dances with Dinah Haye, which you never would have done with one of your offish, icy damsels, even if she would let you." " But dances are one thing and marriage is another," remonstrated Desborough. " Perhaps ; but think how highly absurd for a man to marry a girl who would bore him if he danced with her only half a doz en times." " Did you ever see Cynthia Leigh ?" asked Desborough. " Yes, often, and should have found her charming in another and better world. Here, she s really about as much use as, say, a good statue of herself." " I have always admired her very much." " Of course you have. So have I so have we all of us. It s the thing to do. She is correct ; she is traditional ; she is A FLIRT 2lg the highest ideal of which the past was ca pable ; she is the ingenue] the undoubt ed, well-authenticated ingenue ; but, Des- borough " Redmond paused a moment " we ve got, with a great many other good things, a higher ideal in these our slan dered days. We do not extol and exalt the ignorance that understands nothing and consequently fears nothing ; but rath er, praise that bright, clear intelligence that, knowing much, knows also when and where to reflect, to hesitate, to pause, to stop." " You might shake the faith of somebody else perhaps," said Desborough, smiling at Redmond s vehemence, "but it takes more than one or two generations to dilute the old Puritan blood, and I shall continue to believe in the meek and lowly maid. " " All right," answered Redmond, goocl- humoredly ; " she was good in her time and her place ; indeed, her virtues are not for gotten, but only included in the many mer its of her modern substitute taken for granted by this age that asks for "Militant girlhood, " laughed Desbor- 220 A FLIRT ough, noting Redmond s pause and sup plying him with his own expression. " Yes, that s it, militant girlhood, " con tinued Redmond, quickly. "If you want the other thing, you ll have to go back to a past when the world didn t experience so many sensations to the square inch and the round minute. I don t say that it wasn t better, but it won t do now " ; then he added laughingly, " Oh, for old Saturn s reign of sugar-candy ! Meantime I drink to your return in brandy." The two men sat in silence for a moment. " You dine at the Wychbold s ?" said Des- borough at length. " Yes ; don t you ?" " Yes," answered Desborough, rising. " Then I ll see you there ?" Ill The dinner had advanced several stages had attained that point where, if at any time in a dinner s course, the wine and the wit should sparkle when Dinah turned from her left-hand neighbor. A FLIRT 221 "I don t remember," said Desborough, " that I have lately done anything that was particularly good and noble." " What do you mean ?" " And yet I must," he went on, " or cer tainly I shouldn t deserve such good-fort une." " What good-fortune ?" " My being just here." " I hope you are not disappointed," she said. " Why ?" " For one reason, because you ought not to be here." " W 7 hat moral obligation," asked Desbor ough, who had found himself consigned to his present place with a feeling of supreme satisfaction, " what particular rule is out raged by my occupying this chair ?" " The highest law known to society," an swered Dinah, " the will of your hostess." " But," said Desborough, with some be wilderment, " I am duly billeted I found my name at this place." "Yes," answered Dinah, "but it s all wrone:." 222 A FLIRT " What do you mean ?" " I mean," answered Dinah, smiling and rolling a crumb of bread under her finger, "that I slipped down before dinner and changed the cards. I wonder if you will forgive me ?" " For what ?" " For having taken upon myself to inter fere to act the part of a guardian angel when I wasn t sure that you wanted one." "I think," Desborough answered, "that you must have known that my own had given me up as a bad job, and that you wished to give me a chance. But where should I have been?" he asked. "Ah, yes, I see ; my place was intended for Nesbitt." " Of course," said Miss Haye ; " but I can t bear him, and I wanted to talk to you." " Why," said Desborough, in surprise, " I thought he was the gilded ornament that crowned this particular social edifice the pet of both the debutante and the dow ager the amiable, the accomplished, the wholly admirable." A FLIRT 223 "Oh, yes, but I cannot endure his tran scendental poetry or his equally transcen dental politics." Desborough had always been thought a sensible person, but he was not so exalt- edly superhuman that he did not experi ence a slight feeling of gratification at hear ing Miss Haye speak in this impulsive and decided fashion of a man whom he had in his heart always despised. " However," she continued, " I suppose that is because I m not intellectual." "Perhaps," said Desborough, laughing. " Do you know I had not thought of that." " Well," she went on, " I m not, and don t pretend to be ; but if I were, I m sure I d never let any one suspect it. Don t you think there is such a lot of pose ?" "Yes," answered Desborough, thinking of the many weary minutes during which he had been obliged to submit to the pro cess of having himself impressed. " I think intellect is too often the last resort of weak minds." Miss Haye laughed gleefully. Just as " Mrs. Tom " glanced up and 224 A FLIRT down the table with the all-enveloping look of the hostess who is about to rise, Dinah again turned to Desborough, with whom she had not been talking for full five minutes. "You are sure you are not sorry?" she insisted. " Perfectly," he replied. " Because you know if you hadn t been here you would have been somewhere else." " Are you stating that as a physical fact, or as a social truth ?" " As a social truth," she answered, smil ing; and following her glance he saw that it rested on Miss Leigh. No, he certainly was not sorry ; with Cyn thia he knew that he should have been ex pected to be "on parade," and he was con sciously grateful to Dinah for permitting him the luxury of airing his thoughts, in what at best was but a " fatigue dress." "And you are really going already?" he said, as, standing, he pulled away her chair. " Yes, thank you ; and I suppose that if we are very good and patient you will join us at last." A FLIRT 225 IV The Wychbold carriage an exquisite lit tle one-horse brougham that became " Mrs. Tom " admirably was rapidly bowling along the smooth, hard macadam road be side the Park " meadows," where the snow lay at the roots of the long grass as the white sand lies about the flags that grow along a beach. " Do you think he really cares for her ?" asked Dinah, drawing up the fur robe over her face until only her eyes and her fore head were visible. " I don t know," answered Mrs. Wych bold, blandly. " I m sure he never came to the house so often before." " But " began Dinah, her voice dulled by the heavy folds of the voluminous cov ering. "Certainly," interrupted "Mrs. Tom," " it s not to see me, and you cannot for an instant imagine it s to see you. Besides, nothing could be more natural ; a man of his traditions would be sure to fancy such a girl as Cynthia. Some men are so dull 15 226 A FLIRT about some things, and mistake primness for profundity, insensibility for dignity, and vanity for just pride. Remember, I shouldn t talk to any one else in this way, for I am really very fond of her and ap preciate her fully but sometimes she does exasperate me very much." " And do you believe she thinks about him ? " asked Miss Haye, still from the depths of the thick robe. " Not a bit," said " Mrs. Tom," decidedly and contemptuously ; " she s too inexperi encedtoo simple-minded, if you like to see anything that isn t just thrust upon her attention, and as Milnes Desborough does not pose, she doesn t notice him. There are some women who are only attracted by affectations, who will only bite at the arti ficial fly." " And that is the reason she likes Nes- bitt?" " Exactly. She is taken by all his sil liness and assumption, because they seem like something she has been taught to be lieve is intellectual and fine and elevated and all the rest. She thinks she is listen- A FLIRT 227 ing to words of profoundest wisdom, not knowing that it is all extracted from the last reviews. She cannot understand that the men who do anything haven t much time to talk, and that when they do, they gener ally say something of their own, even if it is nonsense. I never could endure Frank Nesbitt after I heard how he treated one poor girl." " What did he do ?" " I learned it in a queer way, but I know that the story is true. He was en gaged to a very pretty young thing whom he threw over at the end of three years, because, as he told her, with great mag nanimity, he could not bear the idea of her enduring the life of poverty that must be theirs if they married ; for you know he hasn t a cent, and no more had she." " I never heard anything of it." " He never allowed the engagement to be announced, and so when it was broken off there was no talk. Oh, I never could trust him. You know none of the men like him." " Yes," answered Dinah. 228 A FLIRT "Cynthia must not get interested in him she shall not," asserted " Mrs. Tom." " Mar riage is a very serious thing and I don t see why you are always going and getting into it." "I ve not," Dinah observed; "but this from you, who made a notorious love-match, and to whom all society points as the one perfect example of bliss in a brown-stone cottage !" " Dinah," said " Mrs. Tom," grasping Miss Haye s hand beneath the fur wrap pings, " you don t know all." " What is it, Constance ?" asked Dinah in surprise. " I am perfectly miserable." "Constance," cried Miss Haye, "tell me immediately what you mean." " I can t." " Tell me all about it," said Dinah, gen tly taking " Mrs. Tom s " left hand in both of hers. " I saw that there was something that troubled you, but I didn t like to ask." " I wouldn t tell any one else in the world but you," replied " Mrs. Tom "; " but I feel that you will understand." A FLIRT 229 " Yes, dear," said Miss Haye. " I don t know how it could have hap pened, but you know that we haven t got so very much money that is, when you con sider how awful our expenses are, and though Tom has always been as liberal as possible, I couldn t get on with what he gave me. I d used up all my own income and I began to get into debt. I couldn t stop, and now what I owe is something fearful and Tom doesn t know anything about it." " Constance !" " I know it s frightful of me, I realize that perfectly. I thought I would save and pay it, but now it is so much that I can t and I don t know what to do." " Tell Tom." " I can t." " But, Constance, this is serious. The money is nothing " Nothing !" " I perhaps might arrange all that," mused Miss Haye. "Oh, Dinah!" cried "Mrs. Tom," for getting where she was and clutching wildly 230 A FLIRT at her friend, " if only you can find some way to save me I ll think you re " A horrid, fast flirt," laughed Dinah. " The dearest, truest, best person on earth." "Don t," said Dinah, entreatingly ; "you d never know it was I ; but, suppose I do find a way, what will you do besides think me all these impossible things ?" " I ll promise you," answered " Mrs. Tom," " never, never to be extravagant and never to do anything like it again." Miss Haye sat silent for a moment, gaz ing intently across the swelling park lands at the leafless trees, on the topmost branch of the tallest of which a crow sat cawing dismally. " Constance," she said at length, " per haps it s just as well that I as you say understand." Milnes Desborough paced slowly up Alaska Avenue in the clear twilight that had succeeded the bright winter day. Hearing a rapid step, detecting a short, sharp footfall, he looked quickly up and A FLIRT 2 3I saw that Dinah Haye was before him, smil ing and almost barring his way. "You!" he exclaimed "out at this time!" " Oh," she cried, " I am not afraid, and the air is so exhilarating, so so drinkable so tippleish and intoxicating !" Desborough turned, and without much thought of what he was doing walked be side her down the street. " By the way," he said, " your name is Dinah Haye, is it not ?" " Yes," she answered, " Dinah ! Is that a name to give a white woman ?" " I was not thinking of your first name, but your last" " Haye," she said. "I think it is a very pretty name ; not aristocratic, perhaps, but still distinguished." They had reached the " Square " at which the avenue ended, and now paused on the curbstone. " I don t see any use of walking further," she said, abruptly. " But" "Oh, I wasn t going anywhere, and now I want to go back." 232 A FLIRT A wild idea came to him at that moment. Could it be that it was solely for the pur pose of meeting him that she came out ? " You will let me go back with you ?" he said. " The club is up the avenue, and I always stroll that way about this time." " I know it," she answered briefly as they turned together. He would have liked very much to know if what his flattered vanity had quietly whispered to him was the truth, but he could think of no method of discovery, and he walked on in indolent enjoyment of her companionship. " I knew a young fellow once," he said, "who had your name; indeed, I believe I pulled him out of the water a year or two ago at Nahant when a cramp caught him and he was in rather a bad way. He s now at Harvard, but he writes to me from time to time I suppose to let me know that he hasn t gone to the dogs yet." " Oh !" she exclaimed, in her excitement placing her hand on his arm. " I always knew it was you, and I always wanted to tell you, but just speaking about it seemed A FLIRT 233 so little after what you had done that I never said anything and you saved his life." " Really," answered Desborough, " you put it rather too picturesquely. I only picked him out of a sea that was like glass, when there were plenty about to do it if I had not." " But they didn t," she said, " and he always told me that you saved him he talked very often to me about you, saying that you had always been so kind to him and had done so much for him " " I " began Desborough. " And I have always thought that I should so much like to see the man who had done so much for Phil to talk with him and tell him my gratitude. And now that I have met him I can say nothing." " Don t," said Desborough, impatiently, " you will make me sorry I spoke. If I had not been so luxuriously apathetic at just that moment that I could not be held responsible for anything I said, I certainly should not have done it." " But," she continued, noticing the ex- 234 A FLIRT pression of annoyance in his face, " you know that I shall never forget." " I hope," he said, fervently, " that you will." She did not speak at once. " You re going to the Fenwick ball ?" she said at length. " Yes," he answered. " And you ?" " Yes, I shall be here for that." " Here for that !" he exclaimed in sur prise ; "but I thought you were going to stay a long time." " So I have been here a long time, " she replied, laughing. Then she added, " And isn t it a week and a half until then ?" " A future and a fraction," he answered, evasively. " I shall hate to go," she said. " I love Mrs. Tom and I love Andros." "And they both have a very perceptible predilection for you," he laughed. The Wychbold house was not many blocks from the " Square," and they were soon be fore its door. " Good-night," she said, holding out her A FLIRT 235 hand ; " for there is nothing at which we meet until to-morrow." "Good-night," he said, retaining her unresisting fingers in his grasp. " You really mustn t," she said, making, however, no effort to liberate herself, "or Mrs. Abernethy across the way may think you are taking a rather lengthy adieu. She disapproves of me as it is almost, indeed, as much as you do." She laughed hardly mirthfully, and caught her hand abruptly away. " How do you know I do not approve of you ?" he asked, imperturbably. " I feel it," she answered, " and I wonder I do not hate you." " You are very indulgent." " I think I am but do you know I do things on purpose to shock you ? I glory in it." " I am sorry to disappoint you," he an swered, " in everything. But you don t. I m not in the least shocked. You see you are a sort of rule unto yourself, and what in another " " Might be reprehensible and improper 23 A FLIRT is nothing at all when I do it is forgotten and passed over just because it is only I." " You do not understand," he exclaimed. " Yes, I understand," she responded, in dignantly. " Your explanation is very sat isfactory highly so." " But you are wrong." "No, I am right," she went on, hotly. " You think I do things that no one else would do." " No," he protested. " Yes," she insisted, " and I do. I told you I took particular satisfaction in horri fying you. I am going to do it once more. I came out this afternoon on purpose to meet you." " Did you ?" he demanded, eagerly. " I know that you think I shouldn t have done it ; and if I did, that I shouldn t have told you should have kept it a secret as if I was ashamed of it." " But, really, did you ?" he asked, with unusual earnestness. " Yes," she answered, and as the servant opened the door she vanished from his sight. A FLIRT 237 Dinner had not been a very festive af fair. As it had happened, the only ex pected guest of the evening had given out at the last moment, and the household had dinner alone. On the whole, the evening had been rather dismal. Between Dinah and Cynthia Leigh there had arisen a dis tant coldness. " Tom " Wychbold was evi dently depressed; and even " Mrs. Tom," who generally was only not equal to an occasion when she was superior to it, sat at the head of the table in unaccustomed thoughtfulness. At last the ordeal was over, but, when the rest had withdrawn from the dining- room, Wychbold did not, as he ordinarily would have done, seek the seclusion of his smoking-room ; instead, he hovered uneasily about the drawing-room, where Miss Leigh was trying the music, just sent her, of some new composer whose name was chiefly made of the last letters of the alphabet ; where " Mrs. Tom " was writing notes, and where Miss Haye was doing nothing. 238 A FLIRT " Oh !" he exclaimed at length, with a very mechanical air of carelessness, " I wish some one would come and see the way they have framed the photograph of the four-in-hand. I can t make up my mind whether it s right or not." He looked imploringly at Dinah, and she jumped up promptly. " I ll come," she said. " I m always only too ready to give an opinion." He led the way to his particular holy of unholies, where the chief objects of still- life were crops, spurs, and guns, and the only occupant other than themselves was a shaggy Skye terrier that came jumping to meet them ; then he closed the door care fully and mysteriously, and glanced around at his companion. " I want, Dinah," he said, " to speak to you alone for a mo ment." " Yes," she answered ; " you certainly made it evident enough, and that s the reason that I came." " Of course I shouldn t speak to any one else of this ; but you for you you know you" A FLIRT 239 "Yes," Dinah interrupted, "I am differ ent. I know I understand." " How could you guess what I was going to say ?" asked Wychbold in amazement. " Strange, isn t it ?" said Miss Haye. Wychbold again glanced around the room. " Dinah, I ve been a fool." " It would hardly be becoming in me not to attempt at least to look decently sur prised." " There s no doubt about it, I ve made an idiot of myself," continued Wychbold. " As there are so many ways," observed Miss Haye, critically, " in which a man can make an idiot of himself, the fact that he has doesn t carry very much information. One expects that, and the only interest lies in knowing how he has done it." " Now, Dinah, don t be hard. I want you to help me." " I ve no doubt of it but what have you been and done ? Come, tell the whole truth, if you expect any aid from me." " It all came from our going to Lake Masaqua last summer. Constance went wild about the country. She declared that 240 A FLIRT she would have a country place, and she would not be satisfied until I promised to buy one, which I did." "That seems all smooth enough so far." "Yes," groaned Wychbold, "but it isn t all of it. She wanted to buy on Lake Mas- aqua and I on Lake Samaqua. She said that Lake Masaqua was the only, possible spot that they would be putting railroads and hotels at Lake Samaqua, and that it would be horrid." " Yes." "Well I went and bought on Lake Samaqua, having confidence that it was the best thing to do, and that it would come out all right and have never told her any thing about it, leaving her to think that the place is Lake Masaqua." "And how has it come out ?" " All wrong. They re going to put up a monster hotel at Samaqua, with a railway running up behind it " and Tom held out a small country newspaper to Miss Haye. " And here is a letter offering me double what I paid for our place." " That hardly seems all wrong." A FLIRT 241 " Yes, but don t you see ? Constance doesn t want the money, but wants the place and the other is sold ; and it has all turned out just as she said it would, and with every one that she knows go ing to Lake Masaqua this summer she ll be wretched if she isn t there, and altogether I m in a hole." " I ll see what I can do," said Miss Haye. " Really,"said Wychbold, delighted. " Will you, really ? I know that if you try you can settle it, and you must. Dinah," he con tinued, effusively, " do whatever you like. I trust you implicitly, and if there is any thing I can ever do for you " " You ll do it. Well perhaps some day I may put you to the test," said Miss Haye, turning to go. " Dinah," said " Mrs. Tom," looking cu riously at her friend, " what is the matter with you ?" The two were sitting before the fire. " Why," cried Miss Haye, in affected alarm, " do I show symptoms of anything dangerous ?" 16 242 A FLIRT " Perhaps," answered Mrs. Wychbold, gravely. " Do not tell me," exclaimed Miss Haye, " that it is croup, whooping-cough, or mea sles. Anything befitting my years I could endure, but those never." " Yes," answered the other, slowly, " it is something quite quite natural, even at your age." "You relieve me very much. What is it ?" "Dinah," said "Mrs. Tom," slowly, "if you were any one else I should say you were in love." Miss Haye s face became a shade warmer in tint ; but as the fire had fallen in at that moment and now cast a sudden glow over the place, Mrs. Wychbold might imagine it was only the coloring given it by the quick flame. " And why any one else ?" " Because, really, I thought you had quite got past all that sort of thing," said " Mrs. Tom," " and that you had flirted away all the heart there was in you when you were quite a small child." " My dear," answered Dinah, quickly and A FLIRT 243 evidently unreflectingly, " you don t display your usual perspicacity. A woman s heart is like a sponge : it may be squeezed dry one week and yet be soaking the next." " Mrs. Tom " laughed. " And then," went on Miss Haye, eagerly, " because it may have been full of water any number of times, is there any reason why it may not be overflowing with rich wine at last." " Dinah," said " Mrs. Tom," " you are eloquent. Shall I consider that you are speaking in your own defence ?" " I, oh no why should I ?" answered Di nah, a trifle sadly. " Every one knows me, and no one would dream that I, who am without fear if not without reproach, would ever become a poor, sentimental, maudlin creature." " I am not sure," said " Mrs. Tom," sagely shaking her head. " But bless you, Constance, who could it be ? Whom do you suspect ?" " Never mind my suspicion. All that I ask is," and she leaned and kissed Dinah with unwonted tenderness, " that you may 344 A FLIRT not singe your wings, that you may not break your heart at last, though it would be only justice if you did." " Nonsense," asserted Miss Haye, stout ly. " I never broke anybody s heart, no one ever took me seriously enough. I ve just now and then nicked one a little bit and that is all." " Be careful," went on " Mrs. Tom." " I wouldn t have anything happen to you, and I hope that you may be as happy as well, as you don t deserve, but really ought to be." "And you do not think," asked Dinah, looking up for a moment and then letting her head sink among the laces of "Mrs. Tom s " frock, " that I am altogether hard and wicked ?" " No, dear," said " Mrs. Tom," placing her hand on Dinah s head and feeling for the instant strangely old and experienced, " no, not a bit." A sudden sob shook Dinah s pliant figure, and the " Flirt " sank on the thick rug, weeping bitterly. A FLIRT 245 VI Celestine, " Mrs. Tom s " maid, entering the room where Miss Haye lay on a long, low couch reading her letters received by the afternoon mail, approached with the usual Gallic air of confidential mystery, and gave her a card. Sitting up with surprising alacrity, Dinah took the oblong bit of paper. " Mr. Desborough !" she exclaimed. " Are you sure there is no mistake ? are you sure it is not for Miss Leigh ?" " There eez no meestake," announced Celestine confidently. " He ask especially for Miss Haye." " Really ! said Dinah, staring with wide- eyed astonishment at her informant. "Tell Lupton to say that I ll be down directly." As Dinah entered the great darkened drawing-room, where the yellow and gold chairs stood at such unamiable distances from each other or were gathered in such formal groups, Milnes Desborough rose quickly from the remote corner in which he had been sitting. 246 A FLIRT " Come into the library," she said, before he had a chance to speak. "Uo you mind ? I always feel in this place, when there isn t a. party on, as if I were in an upholstered Sahara." Without waiting for an answer, she led the way across the hall to a room where the colors were darker and the decorations more peaceful ; where the chairs were more calculated for comfort and the crowded objects seemed to induce confidence. "You don t know how surprised and honored I feel," she said, seating herself near the fire and picking up a magazine to shield her face from the heat. Desborough turned his hat nervously in his hands. " Miss Haye," he said, " I have come to see you for the reason that I want to tell you something." " Because I would " she said, laughing, and with a certain scornful emphasis on the last word. " Yes," he answered, looking up, " be cause you would understand. How did you know ?" A FLIRT 2 47 "Oh," she answered, "that s why people always come to see me, because I under stand. It s my specialty. Go on." " You may think it is strange my telling you, but you will find that I ve a good reason for it." " Of course you wouldn t dream of tell ing it to any one else?" she said. " No," he replied, looking up question- ingly. " I thought so that again is something of which I have a monopoly. But go on." " You must have noticed, as every one has, my evident interest in Miss Leigh." "Yes," said Dinah, impatiently, while her eyes suddenly shone with an angry light. " Do you want to relate to me the history of your love ?" " It is most important to me you should hear me," said Desborough, soothingly ; " and though I may bore you horribly, I beg as a favor you will listen." Dinah did not answer. " For a moment," he said, taking a paper from his pocket, " to speak of something else, I received a letter this morning. Will 248 A FLIRT you allow me to read you a paragraph from it ?" Dinah nodded indifferently. " Dinah, dear Dinah, " read Desborough, " the best sister a fellow ever had " " It s from Phil," Dinah cried in astonish ment. " Yes," he answered. " Give it to me," she commanded, bend ing forward and reaching out her hand. " You mustn t grab," he said, holding the loosely scrawled sheet above his head ; then, shoving back his chair, he read on : " Dinah is in Andros. I hope that you ll see her. If it hadn t been for her and you I don t know what would have become of me. She s regularly brought me up in the way I should go, and the memory of the sacrifices that she has made for me is going to be the thing that will make some thing of me in the end. I tell you I m going to pay her back by hard work if I can manage it. She ought to have every thing, and I m going to see that she does. Poor Di, it s lucky she s so pretty, for she hasn t had as much as other girls. She s A FLIRT 249 pinched herself all these years to give me a chance, and I wouldn t be here here at college if the money to pay for it had not come out of what she should have had for her ball-dresses. " " The outrageous boy !" cried Dinah, "telling tales out of school like that! He ought to know better." " I am very thankful that he has," ob served Desborough, carefully folding the letter, but watching her all the time, " and I only wish more could know what he has written." " Nothing but the exaggeration of the very young," said Dinah, contemptuously. " Hardly," replied Desborough. " But I only read you this so that you might know exactly what I know." " Thank you," answered Dinah, with the air of one who is somewhat puzzled. " And now let me go on with my story," he continued. " I have been said to be in love with Miss Leigh." Dinah did not speak. " I shall not attempt to describe my feelings," he added. 25 A FLIRT "Oh," she interrupted, "such analysis must be extremely interesting please do not omit anything." " Of those I shall say nothing," he went on, so intent upon his subject as to be al most unmindful of her interruption, " be cause I don t understand it all very well myself. Every one seemed to think it was natural that I should be in love with Miss Leigh." " Oh, yes," murmured Dinah, softly. " And what seems reasonable to every one, in time comes to seem more or less reasonable to one s self I suppose. I must believe that my admiration for Cynthia Leigh was sincere." Although he paused, Dinah said nothing. " I sought," he continued, speaking after the manner of one who, making a confes sion, endeavors painfully to state the case fairly who conscientiously seeks to leave out nothing that may tell against him, in every way to win Miss Leigh s favor." Miss Haye studied the design in the rug as if its involved characters were those of some rare palimpsest which, if deciphered, A FLIRT 251 would yield secrets of inestimable value to the human race. " Yesterday, I asked Miss Leigh to marry me," he said, finally and abruptly. Neither spoke for a moment. "And I suppose you have come to tell me of your engagement," murmured Dinah, still without change of attitude. " No, indeed," he cried, amazedly. " Did you think that the reason I am here ?" " No what why then ?" asked Dinah, looking up in quick astonishment. " But she refused me," said Desborough, almost laughing, "flatly, absolutely, irrev ocably." Dinah sprang to her feet with closed hands and flashing eyes. " Then," she cried, " for what possible purpose have you Before Dinah could finish the sentence the library door was thrown open, and "Mrs. Tom," hastily entering, quickly stopped as her eyes fell on Milnes Desborough. " Oh you here ?" she said, too much ab sorbed and excited for more formal greet ing. 252 A FLIRT " Yes, Mrs. Tom, " he said, rising ; " al though I m not quite sure about my pres ence of mind, my presence of body is unquestionable." " Well," she went on hurriedly, " now run along like a dear boy. I ve a great deal to say to Dinah, and if you want to see her she ll be at the ball to-night." " But " began Desborough. " No," said " Mrs. Tom," impatiently stamping her foot ; " you must go now immediately." " Very well," responded Desborough, making his way obediently towards the door. " I go, but" " Hurry !" commanded " Mrs. Tom," and, as the door closed, she continued : " How fortunate it wasn t a stranger! I had to speak to you immediately. What do you think has happened to me ?" " I don t know, I m sure," said Miss Haye, blankly and even indifferently. " I cannot understand it. See !" and "Mrs. Tom" held out for Miss Haye s in spection a handful of letters which the postman had just left. A FLIRT 253 "What are they?" " All my bills receipted. What can it mean ?" " Oh, it s very simple," replied Miss Haye. " I hope you will forgive me. I was bold enough to take it upon myself to pay them in your name." " Pay them you !" exclaimed " Mrs. Tom." " That is exactly what I did !" " Really !" exclaimed " Mrs. Tom," fairly stunned by the information ; " but where did you get the money ?" " I borrowed it from Tom," laughed Di nah, " and now you can pay me whenever you like. I m not an exacting creditor. I sha n t really press you for it unless Tom comes at me, and I don t think he ll do that." " And he lent it to you ?" "Of course. But then what I do doesn t count. No one expects anything of me, and so I can do everything." She spoke with a certain sadness, but quickly went on with greater brightness and animation : " Imagine Cynthia Leigh borrowing money 254 A FLIRT from Tom. Oh, it makes all the difference in the world what kind of a standard you re expected to live up to, and I early made mine low on purpose. So you see, Con stance, there are times in this world when it s just as well to be a little human and horrid. " Miss Haye slipped through the door before "Mrs. Tom" could say anything further. In the hall she nearly ran into Tom Wychbold, who was coming from his den. " Dinah, Dinah !" he called. " What is it ?" she asked, impatiently. " How can I ever thank you ?" " For what ?" she demanded. "About fixing it up with Constance. Only just now she said that it was such a pity that we had that Masaqua place, as no one really was going there, and that she onl) wished she was out of it and had never been foolish enough to get into it." " And thereupon " said Dinah, severely. " Thereupon I confessed like a man and Constance said she was delighted, and that I was very clever to have made so A FLIRT 255 much money, and everything was serene. Dinah, you re an angel !" "You are the first who has ever discov ered it," replied Miss Haye ; and running up the stairs two steps at a time, she en tered her room, locked the door, and throw ing herself on the divan she had just quitted, buried her face in the pillow. VII " Mees Eh ! Mees Eh !" It was Celestine s voice at the door, and Dinah, who was fully dressed for the ball, hastened to open it at her excited call. " Mees Eh !" exclaimed the middle-aged but vivacious tire-woman, her black eyes snapping with excitement. " Merciful heavens !" cried Dinah, realiz ing that something unusual was the mat ter, or otherwise " Mrs. Tom s " maid could hardly have so far lost the dignified de portment she considered proper in her po sition. "Celestine, what has happened?" "Nothing, Mees Eh," answered the agi tated person ; " it is what is to happen." "Yes, yes !" exclaimed Dinah. 256 A FLIRT " I come to you because you under stand." " Of course naturally," said Dinah, even in her haste speaking somewhat scornfully ; " it s only to be expected. My understand ing is certainly something phenomenal superhuman." " Mrs. Wychbold, she what it is named lose her head if she know." " Well," said Dinah, impatiently. " I just learn it from Josephine, Mees Leigh s maid. I do not know that I do right to tell but I am uncertain it is a great responsibility, and I come to you be cause you understand." " Exactly I know all about that only tell me what it is." " Miss Leigh has given orders," said Celestine, drawing nearer and finally speak ing in French, in the hoarse whisper of conspiracy, but with the volubility of keen interest, " that all her trunks be packed that Josephine be ready to accompany her to-night. She will go to the ball, but she will return. The gentleman, Mr. Nesbitt, will meet her at the small gate in the Fen- A FLIRT 257 wick garden he will drive her here, where Josephine and the luggage will await her, and then " and Celestine waved her hands with the palms outspread in a gesture that seemed to imply that the remotest depth of interstellar space would be the most likely place in which to make search for the fugitives. " It is in order," she went on, "that Mrs. Wychbold may not know that Miss Leigh may get away without ques tion, that she is going to the ball." Dinah sat down abruptly on the nearest chair, staring blankly at her informant, who beamed upon her with an air of uncon scious importance and ineffable satisfac tion. " Really," said Dinah at length, with her eyes even wider open than usual, and her lips more than slightly parted. "This very night in a short time," rat tled off the maid. " It is necessary to act at once." " Yes," said Miss Haye. " What is to be done ?" " Yes, what ?" said the delighted maid. " Mrs. Wychbold " began Dinah. 17 258 A FLIRT "Oh, no she must not be told," inter rupted Celestine, quickly. " There would be a storm a tempest. It must be ar ranged quietly, so no one will know." " It s like the little idiot," said Miss Haye, talking to herself in her absorption, and using English that might literally be called nervous in her agitation. " Mary s little lamb was an experienced black sheep beside Cynthia Leigh. How can a girl be such a lunatic, and with Nesbitt, too ? Some one must stop her." " What does Mees Eh think," demanded the maid, impatiently. " I don t think, Celestine. I don t know. I must reflect," and running her ringers through her hair, utterly forgetful of the time and care spent in its arrangement, Dinah sat silent in the attitude of deep cogitation, while Celestine watched her ex pectantly. VIII It was nearly twelve o clock, and the neighborhood of the big Fenwick house re sounded with the roll of hastening carriages, A FLIRT 259 and the darkness was broken by the fire fly flash of coach-lamps. A long string of broughams and other covered vehicles ex tended down the gravelled drive and far along the street. Every minute added to its length, and, accompanied by the hoarse commands of the policemen and the loud shouts of the drivers, the line moved on with frequent pauses. One after another the carriages stopped under the porte cochere and their occupants alighted, permitting the occasional watchers to catch glimpses of the muffled figures that flitted lightly up the steps and disappeared through the hastily opened door. Many were coming, but the rooms were already full, for it was after midnight. There was such a crush as to make motion almost impossible, and, with difficulty through the surge of voices, one caught the strains of the waltz of the winter. Desborough had just arrived and made his way hurriedly through the gathering throng impatiently forgetful of all but one thing. " Have you seen Miss Haye ?" he asked 260 A FLIRT of Redmond as he passed him in the door way. " Not for half an hour; not since she first came in." With a vigorous imprecation on his ill- luck, Desborough continued his search. " Have you seen Miss Haye ?" he de manded of his host, whom he found just returning from a visit to the supper- room. "No," answered Fenwick, carelessly, "but Mrs. Tom and Miss Leigh are over there, and she must be somewhere about." With a perceptible increase of ill-temper Desborough passed on. He had done the drawing-rooms thoroughly ; next he inves tigated the halls, and then hunted through the conservatories ; examined the stairs, carefully scrutinizing all the dark nooks and corners. But the object of his quest was nowhere to be found. He tried the second floor, reconnoitring the corridors, and, untiring in his search, made his way even to the billiard-room, where he ruth lessly disturbed a blushing couple who had fondly imagined themselves safe. A FLIRT 26l " Where in the name of all that is illusive can she have gone ? ; he muttered as he de scended the main stairway. Looking down, he saw Dinah Haye direct ly before him at the foot of the last flight. " Where have you been ?" he asked, with no great softness of accent or suavity of manner as he came up to her. " Come," she exclaimed, not noticing his peremptoriness and advancing a step or two to meet him. " I must speak to you im mediately." " Here, in the conservatory," he said, shortly. There were a number of people among the big bending leaves of the tropical plants ; but the light was not so glaring as elsewhere, and the place where they sat down was quite out of ear-shot of the others. " Oh !" she cried, as he seated himself beside her ; but she did not speak at once, but only laughed a little hysterically. " Something has happened," she went on. "I am trembling with excitement, and my heart beats " she put her hand to her side " how my heart does beat !" 262 A FLIRT " As you have regard for my sanity," he said, impatiently, " tell me what is the mat ter." " I hardly know where to begin," she exclaimed, with blazing cheeks, " but I ll try. Just as I was dressed Celestine came to me and told me that Cynthia Leigh had planned an elopement." " What !" cried Desborough. " Cynthia Leigh ?" " Yes, Cynthia Leigh ; poor thing, she must have completely lost her reason, she s so inexperienced, you know and with Nes- bitt, too." " The wretched little beggar," murmured Desborough. "He must have known that if they were once married old Leigh could be twisted into coming around with his millions." " Exactly, as she knew that her father could never be brought to give his con sent." " But " began Desborough. " Celestine told me all about it," Dinah hurried on. " He was to meet her here at the garden gate. She could easily step A FLIRT 263 out and no one would miss her for a long time ; then he was to drive her to the house, they were to get Josephine and the trunks, and then away they were to go." " Well !" " I didn t know what to do. If I had told Tom, there would have been a scene, he s so headstrong; if I had told Mrs. Tom, there would be another of another sort, she s so impulsive. I hadn t any one but myself, and there wasn t any time to lose." " And " Desborough again began. " Before I d got here I d made up my mind," said Dinah, with her breath still coming in quick, short gasps. " In a way, it was none of my business ; but really I couldn t stand by and see the girl make such an utter idiot of herself ; get commit ted to that man forever. If she wanted to do it, I thought, let her do it calmly and on reflection, not because she is carried away by the romantic nonsense of it all." " So " said Desborough. " So," answered Miss Haye, half laughing and half crying, " after I had come down 264 A FLIRT with them all I just ran upstairs again, put on Cynthia s wrap, slipped out the back way " " Really," said Desborough, beginning to laugh. " Yes, and met Nesbitt at the gate, in the place of Cynthia. It s only three blocks to the house, you know, and I kept the hood pulled over my face and said nothing, let him do all the talking, and he never sus pected. When we got to the side door at the Wychbolds I was out like a flash, up the steps in a second, and into the house " And then ?" asked Desborough, motion less in his attention. " Then," said Miss Haye, finally giving way to laughter and letting herself go in one uncontrollable burst of wild merriment, " I left him where he was, sent for James, who had not taken out the horses, to drive me back, and here I am. I suppose he is still sitting in the hack in the dark, wondering what has become of his inamorata, and why she does not come to join him with her maid and her luggage." A FLIRT 265 Desborough fell back in his chair, laugh ing as he never laughed before. " And it s a fearfully cold night," he said, when at length he could speak. " Fearfully," assented Dinah, laughing too, but with a suggestion of something in her tone or manner that indicated that tears were not yet beyond easy call. " You really have saved the girl from making a terrible mistake," said Desbor ough at length, quite seriously. " She should be deeply thankful to you." " Perhaps," said Dinah. " Still, I don t think she would be now, even if she may be some day. How she d hate me !" " She ll probably never know what hap pened," he answered. Both were silent for a moment. " I have been looking for you every where," he broke out at length. " You wanted to see me ?" " Wanted to see you yes," he answered, " and now I ve found you at last, you must listen to me. I have not such a tale of adventure to tell as you, but still I ve got something rather exceptional to say im- 2t) 6 A FLIRT portant to me at least. I tried hard enough to say what there was to say this after noon but " But," said Dinah, hurriedly, " you told me everything then, didn t you ?" " Told you everything !" exclaimed Des- borough ; " why, I was just beginning when Mrs. Tom interrupted." " What more was there P 1 asked Dinah in unaffected surprise. " Why in the world do you suppose I told you what I did?" he demanded, almost equally astonished. " I am sure I could not imagine," she answered decidedly. " Because," he said, lowering his voice and drawing a trifle nearer to her, " I did not want you to misunderstand, because I did not want to approach you under any false pretences, because Dinah dear I have loved you from the very first, though perhaps I did not realize it, and I wanted to know if you would be willing to marry the man whom Cynthia Leigh refused." "And you did not love her?" she asked, " BOTH WERE SILENT FOR A MOMENT. A FLIRT 267 looking swiftly at him and then casting down her eyes. " Not a bit," he answered with full con viction. " I thought that I admired her because I thought I ought to do it, that was all. But I never heard anything in my life with such pleasure as I did her very decid ed no. Now you know the truth, and do you think you will be able to forget that I have been utterly scorned and set aside, and say yes, yourself ?" " But how do I know that you are not mistaken now that you are sure you care anything for me, the girl of whom you did not approve ?" " Look at me," he said, "and see." Again she raised her eyes, met his glance for an instant, and again looked quickly at the floor. " Dinah," he said, entreatingly, " say yes !" " Yes," she murmured, faintly but dis tinctly. He reached forward as if to take her in his arms, then, remembering where he was, he straightened himself impatiently. 268 A FLIRT "Remember, Dinah," he said, "I am only a poor man. But I will try that you shall have what you want." " Oh, I shall," she answered, gayly. " You know I am thought a very merce nary person, and I shall have everything." " But how ?" he demanded. " In the surest way," she replied, looking at him with unaverted eyes ; " not by choos ing the things, but by choosing the man who is to give them to me." And sliding her hand along by her side so that no one saw what she did, she took his hand firmly in her grasp. THE END IDUNA, And Other Stories. By GEORGE A. HlBBARD. Post 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $i oo; Paper, 50 cents. 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