I settled myself in a large Turkish chair on one side of the splendidly carved table; he stood on the other side sorting a ma.n.u.script. Presently he began reading it. ""When I married Frank Melville he was strong and grand and brave; a truer man never lived. He had been educated for the law. His practice was small, but we were able to live very well on what he made, and the prospect for the future was bright. We loved each other--but, ah! there are no words to tell that. We worshipped each other as only two who have been happily mated can ever understand. We lived up to his salary. Perhaps you will say that that was not wise. We thought it was. A good appearance, a fairly good appearance at least, was all that we could make, and to hold his own in his profession, this was necessary. You know how that is. A shabby-looking man soon loses his hold on paying clients. Of course he would not dress well and allow me to be ill-clad. He--he loved me. We were never able to lay by anything; but we were young and strong and hopeful--and we loved each other.""
Barker"s voice trembled. He looked at me a moment and then said very low: "If you could have seen her poor, tired, beautiful eyes when she said that."
"I can imagine how she looked," I said. "She had a face one remembers."
After a little he went on: "We had both been brought up to live well.
Our friends were people of culture, and we--it will sound strange to you for me to say that our love and devotion were the admiration and talk of all of them.
""By-and-by I was taken ill. My husband could not bear to think of me as at home alone, suffering He stayed with me a great deal. I did not know that he was neglecting his business; I think he did not realize it then; he thought he could make it all up; he was strong and--he loved me. At last the doctors told him that I should die if he did not take me away; I ought to have an ocean voyage. It almost killed him that he could not give me that. We had not the money. He took me away a little while where I could breathe the salt air, and the good it did me made his heart only the sadder when he saw that it was true that all I needed was an ocean voyage. The climate of his home was slowly killing me. We bore it as long as we dared, and I got so weak that he almost went mad. Then we moved here, where my health was good. But it was a terrible task to get business; there were so many others like him, all fighting, as if for life, for money enough to live on from day to day. The strain was too much for him, and just as he began to gain a footing he fell ill, and--and if we had had money enough for him to take a rest then, and have proper care, good doctors, and be relieved from immediate anxiety, he would have gotten well, with my care--I loved him so! But as it was--" Shall I show you the end?" Barker stopped, he was trembling violently, his eyes were full of tears. I waited. Presently he said, huskily: "Shall I tell you, Gordon, what I saw? I have not gotten over it yet. She laid her finger on her lips and motioned me to follow. The room where we had been was poor and bare. She took a key from her bosom, opened a door, and went in. I followed. Sitting in the only comfortable chair--which had been handsome once--was a magnificent-looking man, so far as mere physical proportions can make one that.
""Darling," she said tenderly, as if talking to a little child.
"Darling, I have brought you a present. Are you glad?"
"She handed him a withered rose that I had carelessly dropped as I went in.
"He arose, bowed to me when she presented me, waved me to his chair, took the flower, looked at her with infinite love, and said: "To-morrow, little wife; wait till to-morrow."
"Then he sat down, evidently unconscious of my presence, and gazed steadily at her for a moment, seeming to forget all else and to struggle with some thought that constantly eluded him. She patted his hand as if he were a child, smiling through her heart-break all the while, kissed him, and motioned me to precede her from the room.
"When she came out she locked the door carefully behind her, sank into a chair, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed as if her heart would break. After a while she said: "A little money would have saved, him and now it is too late, too late. Sometimes he is violent, sometimes like that. The doctors say the end is not far off, and that any moment he may kill me, and afterwards awake to know it! It is all the result of poverty _with love!"_ she said. Then, pa.s.sionately: "If I did not love him so I could bear it, but _I cannot, I cannot!_ And how will _he_ bear it if he ever harms me--and I not there to help him?""
Barker stepped to the window to hide his emotion. Presently he said, in a voice that trembled: "If she did not love him so she could let him go to some--asylum; but she knows the end is sure, and not far off, and that the gleams of light he has are when he sees her face. She has parted with everything that made life attractive to keep food and warmth for him. She is simply existing now from day to day--one constant agony of soul and sense--waiting for the end. She allowed me to take a doctor to see him; I would have come for you, but you were out of town. He only confirmed what others had told her a year ago. He advised her to have him put in a safe place before he did some violence; but she refused, and made us promise not to interfere. She said he would be able to harm no one but her, if he became violent at the last, and she was ready for that. It was easier far to live that way and wait for that each day than to have him taken away where he would be unhappy and perhaps ill-treated. He needed her care and love beside him every hour, and she --she needed nothing."
Here Barker flung himself into a chair and let his head fall on his folded arms on the table.
"That is the way love makes poverty easy to bear," he said, bitterly, after a time, and his trembling hands clinched tight together.
"Did you give her any money?" I asked.
He groaned. "Yes, yes, I--that is, I left some on the table under her sewing. She isn"t the kind of woman one can offer charity. She--"
"No," I said, "she isn"t, and beside, for the pain that tortures her it is too late now for money to help. Only it may relieve her somewhat to feel sure that she can get what he needs to eat and wear and to keep him warm and allow her to be free from the necessity of outside work. I am glad you left the money. But--but--Barker, do you think she will use it, coming that way and from a stranger?"
He looked up forlornly. "No, I don"t," he said; "and yet she may. I will hope so; but if she does, what then? The terrible question will still remain just where it was. That is no way to solve it; we can"t bail out the ocean with a thimble. And what an infamous imposition all this talk is of "resignation" to such as she; for her terrible calm, as she talked to me, had no hint of resignation in it. She is simply, calmly, quietly desperate now--and she is one of many." He groaned aloud.
"Will you take me there the next time you go?" I asked.
"She said I must not come back; she could not be an object of curiosity--nor allow him to be. She said that she allowed me to come this time because on the night we first saw her she had stepped into that little hall to keep herself from freezing in her thin clothes as she was making her way home, and she saw that I was earnest in what I said, and she stayed to listen--" his voice broke again.
Just then the drapery was drawn back, and his wife, superbly robed, swept in, bringing a bevy of girls.
"Oh, Mr. Barker," said one, gayly, "you don"t know what you missed to-night by deserting our theatre party; it was all so real--love in rags, you know, and all that sort of thing; only I really don"t like to see _quite_ so much attention paid to the "Suffering poor," with a big S, and the lower cla.s.ses generally. I think the stage can do far better than that, don"t you? But it is the new fad, I suppose, and after all I fancy it doesn"t do much harm, only as it makes that sort of people more insufferably obtrusive about putting their ill-clad, bad-smelling woes before the rest of us. What a beautiful vase this is, Mrs. Barker! May I take it to the light?"
"Certainly, my dear," laughed Mrs. Barker; "and I agree with you, as usual. I think it is an exquisite vase--and that the stage is becoming demoralized. It is pandering to the low taste for representations of low life. I confess I don"t like it. That sort of people do not have the feelings to be hurt--the fine sensibilities and emotions attributed to them. Those grow up in refined and delicate surroundings. That is what I often tell Roland when he insists upon making himself unhappy over some new "case" of dest.i.tution. I tell him to send them five dollars by mail and not to worry himself, and I won"t allow him to worry me with his Christie-street emotions."
Barker winced, and I excused myself and withdrew, speculating on certain phases of delicacy of feeling and fine sensibility.
III.
I did not see Barker again for nearly three weeks, when one night my bell was rung with unusual violence, and I heard an excited voice in my hall. "Be quick, John; hurry," it said, "and tell the doctor I must see him at once. Tell him it is Roland Barker."
John had evidently demurred at calling me at so late an hour.
"All right, Barker; I"ll be down in a moment," I called from above. "No, come up. You can tell me what is the matter while I dress. Is it for yourself? There, go in that side room, I can hear you, and I"ll be dressed in a moment."
"Hurry, hurry," he said, excitedly, "I"ll tell you on the way. I have my carriage. Don"t wait to order yours, only hurry, hurry, hurry."
Once in the carriage, I said: "Barker, you are going to use yourself up, this way. You can"t keep this sort of thing up much longer. You"d better go abroad."
"Drive faster," he called, to the man on top. Then to me, "If you are not the first doctor there? there will be a dreadful scene. They will most likely arrest her for murder."
"Whom?" said I. "You have told me nothing, and how can I prevent that if a murder has been committed?"
"By giving her a regular death certificate," said he, coolly, "saying that you attended the case, and that it was a natural death. I depend upon you, Gordon; it would be simply infamous to make her suffer any more. I cannot help her now, but you can, you _must_. No one will know the truth but us, and afterwards we can help her--to forget. She is not an old woman; there may be something in life for her yet."
"Is it the Lady of the Club?" I asked. We had always called her that "What has she done?"
"Yes," he said, "it is the "Lady of the Club." and she has poisoned her husband."
"Good G.o.d!" exclaimed I; "and you want me to give her a regular death certificate and say I attended the case?"
"You must," he said; "it would be infamous not to. She could not bear it any longer. She found herself breaking down, and she would not leave him alive without her care and love. He had become almost helpless, except when short violent spells came on. These left him exhausted. He almost killed her in the last one. Her terror was that he would do so and then regain his reason--that he would know it afterwards and perhaps be dragged through the courts. She had been working in a chemist"s office, it seems, when she was able to do anything. She took some aconitine, and to-night she put everything in perfect order, gave him the best supper she could, got him to bed, and then--gave him that. She sent for me and told me as calmly as--G.o.d! it was the calm of absolute desperation.
She sat there when I went in, holding his poor dead hand and kissing it reverently. She laid it down and told me what I tell you. There was not a tear, a moan, a sigh. She said: "Here is the money you left--all except what I paid for his supper to-night. We had gotten down to that before I had the chance to steal the poison or the courage to give it to him. I had not meant to use any of the money; the rest is here. I would like it used--if you are willing--to bury him decently, not in the Potter"s Field, and I would like--if you will take the trouble--to have it done absolutely privately. We have borne enough. I cannot bear for even his ashes to be subjected to any further humiliation.""
Roland Barker paused to command himself. "Of course I promised her," he went on, after a time. "She does not realize that she may be arrested and have his poor body desecrated to find the cause of death. That would make her insane--even if-- Drive faster!" he called out again to the man outside. When we reached the house he said: "Be prepared to see her perfectly calm. It is frightful to witness, and I tremble for the result later on."
When we knocked on her door there was no response. I pushed it open and entered first. The room was empty. We went to the inner doer and rapped gently, then louder. There was no sound. Barker opened the door, and then stepped quickly back and closed it. "She is kneeling there by his bed," he said; "write the certificate here and give it to me. Then I will bring an undertaker and--he and I can attend to everything else. I did want you to see her. I think you should give her something to make her sleep. That forced calm will make her lose her mind. She is so shattered you would not recognize her."
"Stay here, Barker," I said; "I want to see her alone for a moment. I will tell her who I am and that you brought me--if I need to."
He eyed me sharply, but I stepped hastily into the inner room. I touched the shoulder and then the forehead of the kneeling form. It did not move. "Just as I expected," I muttered, and lifting the lifeless body in my arms I laid it gently beside her husband. In one hand she held the vial from which she had taken the last drop of the deadly drug, and clasped in the other her husband"s fingers. She had been dead but a few moments, and both she and her husband were robed for the grave.
When I returned to the outer room I found Barker with a note in his hand, and a shocked and horrified look on his face. He glanced up at me through his tears.
"We were too late," he said. "She left this note for me. I found it here on the table. She meant to do it all along, and that is why she was so calm and had no fears for herself."
"I thought so when you told me what she had done," said I.
"Did you? I did not for a moment, or I would have stayed and tried to reason her out of it."
"It is best as it is," said I, "and you could not have reasoned her out of it. It was inevitable--after the rest. Take this certificate too; you will need both."
When all was safely over, as we drove home from the new graves two days later, Barker said: "Is this the solution?"
I did not reply.