He took a step toward her and seized the outstretched hand roughly.
"You are out of your senses or you wouldn"t speak in this way of Miss Garrison. She"s been a kind friend to you all summer; you"ve told me yourself self how she"s gone up to brush your hair and do little things for you that the nurse couldn"t do as well. You"ve grown morbid from being ill so long, but nothing was ever more infamous than your insinuations against Miss Garrison. She"s a n.o.ble girl and it"s not surprising that Aunt Sally should like her. Everybody likes her!"
Having delivered this blow he settled himself more firmly on his feet and glared.
"Everybody likes her!" she repeated, s.n.a.t.c.hing away her hand. "I"d like to know how you come to know so much about her."
"I know enough about her: I know all about her!"
"Then you know more than anybody else does. n.o.body else seems to know _anything_ about her!" she ended triumphantly.
"There you go again with insinuations! It"s ungenerous, it"s unlike you."
"Morton Ba.s.sett," she went on huskily, "if you took some interest in your own children it would be more to your credit. You blamed me for letting Marian go to the Willings" and then telegraphed for her to come home. It"s a beautiful relationship you have established with your children! She hasn"t even answered your telegram. But I suppose if she had you"d have kept it from me. The newspapers talk about your secretive ways, but they don"t know you, Morton Ba.s.sett, as I do. I suppose you can"t imagine yourself entertaining Marian on the veranda or walking with her, talking and laughing, as I saw you with that girl."
"Well, thank G.o.d there"s somebody I can talk and laugh with! I"m glad to be able to tell you that Marian will be home to-morrow. You may have the satisfaction of knowing that if you _would_ let her go to the Willings"
with Allen Thatcher I can at least bring her back after you failed to do it."
"So you did hear from her, did you! Of course you couldn"t have told me: I suppose you confide in Miss Garrison now," she ended drearily.
His wife"s fatigue, betrayed in her tired voice, did not mitigate the stab with which he wished to punish her references to Sylvia. And he delivered it with careful calculation.
"You are quite right, Hallie. I did speak to Miss Garrison about Marian.
Miss Garrison has gone to bring Marian home. That"s all; go to bed."
CHAPTER XXVIII
A CHEERFUL BRINGER OF BAD TIDINGS
The announcement that Harwood was preparing to attack the reorganization of the White River Canneries corporation renewed the hopes of many victims of that experiment in high finance, and most of the claims reached Dan"s office that summer. The legal points involved were sufficiently difficult to evoke his best energies, and he dug diligently in the State Library preparing his case. He was enjoying the cool, calm heights of a new freedom. Many older men were eking out a bare living at the law, and the ranks were sadly overcrowded, but he faced the future confidently. He meant to practice law after ideals established by men whose names were still potent in the community; he would not race with the ambulance to pick up damage suits, and he refused divorce cases and small collection business. He meant to be a lawyer, not a scandal-hunting detective or pursuer of small debtors with a constable"s process.
He tried to forget politics, and yet, in spite of his indifference, hardly a day pa.s.sed that did not bring visitors to his office bent upon discussing the outlook. Many of these were from the country; men who, like Ramsay, were hopeful of at last getting rid of Ba.s.sett. Some of his visitors were young lawyers like himself, most of them graduates of the state colleges, who were disposed to take their politics seriously. Nor were these all of his own party. He found that many young Republicans, affected by the prevailing unrest, held practically his own views on national questions. Several times he gathered up half a dozen of these acquaintances for frugal dinners in the University Club rathskeller, or they met in the saloon affected by Allen"s friends of Luders"s carpenter shop. He wanted them to see all sides of the picture, and he encouraged them to crystallize their fears and hopes; more patriotism and less partisanship, they all agreed, was the thing most needed in America.
Allen appeared in Dan"s office unexpectedly one hot morning and sat down on a chair piled with open lawbooks. Allen had benefited by his month"s sojourn in the Adirondacks, and subsequent cruises in his motor car had tanned his face becomingly. He was far from rugged, but he declared that he expected to live forever.
"I"m full of dark tidings! Much has happened within forty-eight hours.
See about our smash-up in Chicago! Must have read it in the newspapers?"
"A nice, odorous mess," observed Dan, filling his pipe. "I"m pained to see that you go chasing around with the plutocrats smashing lamp-posts in our large centres of population. That sort of thing is bound to establish your reputation as the friend of the oppressed. Was the chauffeur"s funeral largely attended?"
"Pshaw; he was only scratched; we chucked him into the hospital to keep him from being arrested, that was all. Look here, old man, you don"t seem terribly sympathetic. Maybe you didn"t notice that it was _my_ car that got smashed! It looked like a junk dealer"s back yard when they pulled us out. I told them to throw it into the lake: I"ve just ordered a new car. I never cared for that one much anyhow."
"Another good note for the boys around Luders"s joint! You"re identified forever with the red-necked aristocrats who smash five thousand dollar motors and throw them away. You"d better go out in the hall and read the sign on the door. I"m a lawyer, not a father confessor to the undeserving rich."
"This is serious, Dan," Allen remonstrated, twirling his straw hat nervously. "All that happened in connection with the smash-up didn"t get into the newspapers."
"The "Advertiser" had enough of it: they printed, published, and uttered an extra with Marian"s picture next to yours on the first page! You can"t complain of the publicity you got out of that light adventure. How much s.p.a.ce do you think it was worth?"
"Stop chaffing and hear me out! I"m up against a whole lot of trouble, and I came to get your advice. You see, Dan, the Ba.s.setts didn"t know Marian was going on that automobile trip. Her mother had written her to leave the Willings" and go home--twice! And her father telegraphed--after we left the farm. She never got the telegram. Then, when Mr. Ba.s.sett read of the smash in the papers, I guess he was warm clear through. You know he doesn"t cut loose very often; and--"
"And he jumped on the train and went to Chicago to s.n.a.t.c.h Marian away from the Willings? I should think he would have done just that."
"No; oh, no! He sent Sylvia!" cried Allen. "Sylvia came up on the night train, had a few words privately with Marian, took luncheon with the Willings, all as nice as you please, and off she went with Marian."
Harwood pressed his thumb into his pipe-bowl and puffed in silence for a moment. Allen, satisfied that he had at last caught his friend"s attention, fanned himself furiously with his hat.
"Well," said Dan finally, "there"s nothing so staggering in that.
Sylvia"s been staying at the lake: I suppose Mrs. Ba.s.sett must have asked her to go up and bring Marian home when the papers screamed her daughter"s name in red ink. I understand that Mrs. Ba.s.sett"s ill, and I suppose Ba.s.sett didn"t like to leave her. There"s nothing fuddlesome in that. Sylvia probably did the job well. She has the habit. What is there that troubles you about it, Allen?"
His heart had warmed at the mention of Sylvia, and he felt more kindly toward Allen now that she had flashed across his vision. Many times a day he found Sylvia looking up at him from the pages of his books; this fresh news brought her near. Sylvia"s journey to Chicago argued an intimacy with the Ba.s.setts that he did not reconcile with his knowledge of her acquaintance with the family. He was aroused by the light touch of Allen"s hand on his knee. The young man bent toward him with a bright light in his eyes.
"You know," he said, "Marian and I are engaged!"
"You"re what?" bellowed Dan.
"We"re engaged, old man; we"re engaged! It happened there at the Willings". You know I think I loved her from the very first time I saw her! It"s the beautifullest thing that ever came into my life. You don"t know how happy I am: it"s the kind of happiness that makes you want to cry. Oh, you don"t know; n.o.body could ever know!"
Dan rose and paced the floor, while Allen stood watching him eagerly and pouring his heart out. Dan felt that tragedy loomed here. He did not doubt Allen"s sincerity; he was not unmoved by his manner, his voluble description of all the phases of his happiness. Allen, with all his faults and weaknesses, had nevertheless a sound basis of character.
Harwood"s affection for him dated from that first encounter in the lonely Meridian Street house when the boy had dawned upon him in his overalls and red silk stockings. He had never considered Allen"s interest in Marian serious; for Allen had to Dan"s knowledge paid similar attentions to half a dozen other girls. Allen"s imagination made a G.o.ddess of every pretty girl, and Dan had settled down to the belief that his friend saw in Marian only one of the many light-footed Dianas visible in the city thoroughfares, whom he invested with deific charms and apostrophized in glowing phrases. But that he should marry Marian--Marian, the joyous and headstrong; Marian the romping, careless Thalia of Allen"s bright galaxy! She was ill-fitted for marriage, particularly to a dreamy, emotional youngster like Allen. And yet, on the other hand, if she had arrived at a real appreciation of Allen"s fineness and gentleness and had felt his sweetness and charm, why not?
Dan"s common sense told him that quite apart from the young people themselves there were reasons enough against it. Dan had imagined that Allen was content to play at being in love; that it satisfied the romantic strain in him, just as his idealization of the Great Experiment and its actors expressed and satisfied his patriotic feelings. The news that he had come to terms of marriage with Marian was in all the circ.u.mstances dismaying, and opened many dark prospects. Allen stood at the window staring across the roofs beyond. He whirled round as Dan addressed him.
"Have you spoken to Mr. Ba.s.sett? You know that will be the first thing, Allen."
"That"s exactly what I want you to help me about? He"s at Waupegan now, and of course I"ve got to see him. But you know this row between him and dad makes it hard. You know dad would do anything in the world for me--dear old dad! Of course I"ve told _him_. And you"d be surprised to see the way he took it. You know people don"t know dad the way I do.
They think he"s just a rough old chap, without any fine feeling about anything. And mother and the girls leaving him that way has hurt him; it hurts him a whole lot. And when I told him last night, up at that big hollow cave of a house, how happy I was and all that, it broke him all up. He cried, you know--dad cried!"
The thought of Edward G. Thatcher in tears failed to arrest the dark apprehensions that tramped harshly through Dan"s mind. As for Ba.s.sett, Dan recalled his quondam chief"s occasional flings at Allen, whom the senator from Fraser had regarded as a spoiled and erratic but innocuous trifler. Mrs. Ba.s.sett, Dan was aware, valued her social position highly.
As the daughter of Blackford Singleton she considered herself una.s.sailably a member of the upper crust of the Hoosier aristocracy. And Dan suspected that Ba.s.sett also harbored similar notions of caste.
Independently of the struggle in progress between Thatcher and Ba.s.sett, it was quite likely that the Ba.s.setts would look askance at the idea of a union between their daughter and Edward Thatcher"s son, no matter what might be said in Allen"s favor. Ba.s.sett"s social acceptance was fairly complete, and he enjoyed meeting men of distinction. He was invariably welcomed to the feasts of reason we are always, in our capital, proffering to the great and good of all lands who pause for enlightenment and inspiration in our empurpled Athens. He was never ignored in the choice of those frock-coated and silk-hatted non-partisan committees that meet all trains at the Union Station, and quadrennially welcome home our eternal candidates for the joyous office of Vice-President of the Republic. He kept his dress suit packed for flight at Fraserville free of that delicate scent of camphor that sweetens the air of provincial festivals. Thatcher never, to the righteous, sensitive, local consciousness, wholly escaped from the maltster"s taint, in itself horrible and shocking; nor did his patronage of budding genius in the prize ring, or his adventures (often noisily heralded) as a financial pillar of comic opera, tend to change or hide the leopard"s spots in a community where the Ten Commandments haven"t yet been declared unconst.i.tutional, save by plumbers and paperhangers. Women who had never in their lives seen Mrs. Thatcher admired her for remaining in exile; they knew she must be (delectable phrase!) a good woman.
"You know dad has had an awful lonely time of it, Dan, and if he has done things that haven"t sounded nice, he"s as sorry as anybody could ask. You know dad never made a cent in his life at poker, and his horses have come near busting him lots of times. And sentiment against breweries over here would astonish people abroad. It"s that old Puritan strain, you know. You understand all that, Dan."
Dan grinned in spite of himself. It was hardly less than funny to attempt a defense of Ed Thatcher by invoking the shades of the Puritans.
But Thatcher did love his boy, and Dan had always given him full credit for that.
"Never mind the breweries; tell me the rest of it."
"Well," Allen continued, "dad always tells me everything, and when I spoke of Marian he told me a lot of things. He wants to put Ba.s.sett out of business and go to the Senate. Dad"s set his heart on that. I didn"t know that any man could hate another as he hates Ba.s.sett. That business in the state convention cut him deep;--no, don"t you say a word! Dad hasn"t any feeling against you; he thinks you"re a fine fellow, and he likes to feel that when you quit Ba.s.sett you put yourself on his side.
Maybe he"s wrong, but just for my sake I want you to let him think so.
But he"s got it in for Ba.s.sett; he"s got his guns all loaded and primed.
Dad"s deeper than you think. They used to say that dad was only second fiddle to Ba.s.sett, but you"ll see that dad knows a thing or two."
Dan drummed his desk. This reference to Thatcher"s ambitions only kindled his anger and he wished that Allen would end his confidences and take himself off. But he p.r.i.c.ked up his ears as Allen went on.