A Woman Intervenes

Chapter 10

"Yes, I confess I am relying mainly on his a.s.sistance."

"Well, will you agree to put the price of the mine at two hundred thousand pounds, and share what we make equally between the three of us?"

"It is a large price."

"It is not a large price if the mine will pay good dividends upon it; if it will pay eight per cent. on that amount, it is the real price of the mine, while you say that you are certain it will pay ten per cent."

"I say I think it will pay that percentage. One never can speak with entire certainty where a mine is concerned."

"Are you willing to put the price of the mine at that figure? Otherwise, I will have nothing to do with it."

"As I said, I shall have to consult my friend about it, but that can be done in a very short time, and I will answer you in the afternoon."

"Good; there is no particular hurry. Have a talk over it with him, and while I do not promise anything, I think the scheme looks feasible, if the property is good. Remember, I know nothing at all about that, but if you agree to take me in, I shall have to know full particulars of what you are going to pay for the property, and what its peculiar value is."

"Certainly. If we agree to take a partner, we will give that partner our full confidence."

"Well, there is nothing more to say until you have had a consultation with your friend. Good-morning, Mr. Kenyon;" and with that Longworth arose and lounged off to the smoking-room.

Kenyon waited where he was for some time, hoping Wentworth would come along, but the young man did not appear. At last he went in search of him. He pa.s.sed along the deck, but found no trace of his friend, and looked for a moment into the smoking-room, but Wentworth was not there.

He went downstairs to the saloon, but his search below was equally fruitless. Coming up on deck again, he saw Miss Brewster sitting alone reading a paper-covered novel.

"Have you seen my friend Wentworth?" he asked.

She laid the book open-faced upon her lap, and looked quickly up at Kenyon before answering.

"I saw him not so very long ago, but I don"t know where he is now.

Perhaps you will find him in his state-room; in fact, I think it more than likely that he is there."

With that, Miss Brewster resumed her book.

Kenyon descended to the state-room, opened the door, and saw his comrade sitting upon the plush-covered sofa, with his head in his hands. At the opening of the door, Wentworth started and looked for a moment at his friend, apparently not seeing him. His face was so gray and ghastly that Kenyon leaned against the door for support as he saw it.

"My G.o.d, George!" he cried, "what is the matter with you? What has happened? Tell me!"

Wentworth gazed in front of him with gla.s.sy eyes for a moment, but did not answer. Then his head dropped again in his hands, and he groaned aloud.

CHAPTER VIII.

There was one man on board the _Caloric_ to whom Wentworth had taken an extreme dislike. His name was Fleming, and he claimed to be a New York politician. As none of his friends or enemies a.s.serted anything worse about him, it may be a.s.sumed that Fleming had designated his occupation correctly. If Wentworth were asked what he most disliked about the man, he would probably have said his offensive familiarity. Fleming seemed to think himself a genial good fellow, and he was immensely popular with a certain cla.s.s in the smoking-room. He was lavishly free with his invitations to drink, and always had a case of good cigars in his pocket, which he bestowed with great liberality. He had the habit of slapping a man boisterously on the back, and saying, "Well, old fellow, how are you?

How"s things?" He usually confided to his listeners that he was a self-made man: had landed at New York without a cent in his pocket, and look at him now!

Wentworth was icy towards this man; but frigidity had no effect whatever on the exuberant spirits of the New York politician.

"Well, old man!" cried Fleming to Wentworth, as he came up to the latter and linked arms affectionately. "What lovely weather we are having for winter time!"

"It _is_ good," said Wentworth.

"Good? It"s glorious! Who would have thought, when leaving New York in a snowstorm as we did, that we would run right into the heart of spring? I hope you are enjoying your voyage?"

"I am."

"You ought to. By the way, why are you so awful stand-offish? Is it natural, or merely put on "for this occasion only"?"

"I do not know what you mean by "stand-offish.""

"You know very well what I mean. Why do you pretend to be so stiff and formal with a fellow?"

"I am never stiff and formal with anyone unless I do not desire his acquaintance."

Fleming laughed loudly.

"I suppose that"s a personal hint. Well, it seems to me, if this exclusiveness is genuine, that you would be more afraid of newspaper notoriety than of anything else."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I can"t, for the life of me, see why you spend so much time with Dolly Dimple. I am sure I don"t know why she is here; but I do know this: that you will be served up to the extent of two or three columns in the _Sunday Argus_ as sure as you live."

"I don"t understand you."

"You don"t? Why, it"s plain enough. You spend all your time with her."

"I do not even know of whom you are speaking."

"Oh, come now, that"s too rich! Is it possible you don"t know that Miss Jennie Brewster is the one who writes those Sunday articles over the signature of "Dolly Dimple"?"

A strange fear fell upon Wentworth as his companion mentioned the _Argus_. He remembered it as J.K. Rivers" paper; but when Fleming said Miss Brewster was a correspondent of the _Argus_, he was aghast.

"I--I--I don"t think I quite catch your meaning," he stammered.

"Well, my meaning"s easy enough to see. Hasn"t she ever told you? Then it shows she wants to do you up on toast. You"re not an English politician, are you? You haven"t any political secrets that Dolly wants to get at, have you? Why, she is the greatest girl there is in the whole United States for finding out just what a man doesn"t want to have known. You know the Secretary of State"--and here Fleming went on to relate a wonderfully brilliant feat of Dolly"s; but the person to whom he was talking had neither eyes nor ears. He heard nothing and he saw nothing.

"Dear me!" said Fleming, drawing himself up and slapping the other on the back, "you look perfectly dumfounded. I suppose I oughtn"t to have given Dolly away like this; but she has pretended all along that she didn"t know me, and so I"ve got even with her. You take my advice, and anything you don"t want to see in print, don"t tell Miss Brewster, that"s all.

Have a cigar?"

"No, thank you," replied the other mechanically.

"Better come in and have a drink."

"No, thank you."

"Well, so long. I"ll see you later."

"It can"t be true--it can"t be true!" Wentworth repeated to himself in deep consternation, but still an inward misgiving warned him that, after all, it might be true. With his hands clasped behind him he walked up and down, trying to collect himself--trying to remember what he had told and what he had not. As he walked along, heeding n.o.body, a sweet voice from one of the chairs thrilled him, and he paused.

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