"It was for David--he wanted to read something to Phoebe," she answered in ravishing confusion, and pointed to the open page.
Thus Andrew Sevier was forced by old Fate to come near her and bend with her over the book. The tip of her exquisite finger ran along the lines that have figured in the woman question for many an age.
""For her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her""--and so on down the page she led him.
"And that was what the trouble was about," she said when they had read the last word in the last line. She raised her eyes to his with laughter in their depths. "It was a very dreadful battle and Phoebe won. The major found this for him to read to her and she said she did not intend to go into the real estate business for her husband or to rise while it was yet night to give him his breakfast. Aren"t they funny, _funny_?" and she fairly rippled with delight at her recollection of the vanquishing of the intrepid David.
"The standards for a wife were a bit strenuous in those days," he answered, smiling down on her. "I"m afraid Dave will have trouble finding one on those terms. And yet--" he paused and there was a touch of mockery in his tone.
"I think that a woman could be very, very happy fulfilling every one of those conditions if she were woman enough," answered Caroline Darrah Brown, looking straight into his eyes with her beautiful, disconcerting, dangerous young seriousness.
Andrew picked up his ma.n.u.script with the mental att.i.tude of catching at a straw.
"Oh," she said quickly, "you were going to read to the major, weren"t you?" And the entreaty in her eyes was as young as her seriousness; as young as that of a very little girl begging for a wonder tale. The heart of a man may be of stone but even flint flies a spark.
Andrew Sevier flushed under his pallor and ruffled his pages back to a serenade he had written, with which the star for whom the play was being made expected to exploit a deep-timbred voice in a recitative vocalization. And while he read it to her slowly, Fate finessed on the third round.
And so the major found them an hour or more later, he standing in the failing light turning the pages and she looking up at him, listening, with her cheek upon her interlaced fingers and her elbows resting on the old book. The old gentleman stood at the door a long time before he interrupted them and after Andrew had gone down to put Caroline into her motorcar, which had been waiting for hours, he lingered at the window looking out into the dusk.
""For love is as strong as death,"" he quoted to himself as he turned to the table and slowly closed the book and returned it to its place. ""And many waters can not quench love, neither can the floods drown it.""
"Solomon was very great--and human," he further observed.
Then after absorbing an hour or two of communion with some musty old papers and a tattered volume of uncertain age, the major was interrupted by Mrs. Matilda as she came in from her drive. She was a vision in her soft gray reception gown, and her gray hat, with its white velvet rose, was tipped over her face at an angle that denoted the spirit of adventure.
"I"m so glad to get back, Major," she said as she stood and regarded him with affection beaming in her bright eyes. "Sometimes I hurry home to be sure you are safe here. I don"t see you as much as I do out at Seven Oaks and I"m lonely going places away from you."
"Don"t you know it isn"t the style any longer for a woman to carry her husband in her pocket, Matilda," he answered. "What would Mrs. Cherry Lawrence think of you?"
Mrs. Buchanan laughed as she seated herself by him for the moment.
"I"ve just come from Milly"s," she said. "I left Caroline there. And Hobson was with her; they had been out motoring on the River Road. Do you suppose--it looks as if perhaps--?"
"My dear Matilda," answered the major, "I never give or take a tip on a love race. The Almighty endows women with inscrutable eyes and the smile of the Sphynx for purposes of self-preservation, I take it, so a man wastes time trying to solve a woman-riddle. However, Hobson Capers is running a risk of losing much valuable time is the guess I chance on the issue in question."
"And Peyton Kendrick and that nice Yankee boy and--"
"All bunched, all bunched at the second post! There"s a dark horse running and he doesn"t know it himself. G.o.d help him!" he added under his breath as she turned to speak to Tempie.
"If you don"t want her to marry Hobson whom do you choose?" she said returning to the subject. "I wish--I wish--but of course it is impossible, and I"m glad, as it is, that Andrew is indifferent."
"Yes," answered the major, "and you"ll find that indifference is a hall mark stamped on most modern emotions."
CHAPTER V
DAVID"S ROSE AND SOME THORNS
"Now," said David, "if you"ll just put away a few of those ancient pipes and puddle your papers a bit in your own cozy corner we can call these quarters ready to receive the ladies, G.o.d bless "em! Does it look kinder bare to you? We might borrow a few drapes from the madam, or would you trust to the flowers? I"ll send them up for you to fix around tasty.
A blasted poet ought to know how to bunch spinach to look well."
As he spoke David Kildare stood in the middle of the living-room in his bachelor quarters, which were in the Colonial, a tall pillared, wide windowed, white brick apartment-house that stood across the street from the home of Major Buchanan, and surveyed the long rooms upon which he and his man Eph had been expending their energies for more than an hour.
Andrew Sevier sank down upon the arm of a chair and lighted a long and villainous pipe. "Trust to the flowers," he answered. "I think Phoebe doesn"t care for the drapes of this life so much as some women do and as this is for her birthday let"s have the flowers, st.u.r.dy ones with stiff stems and good head pieces."
"That"s right, Phoebe"s n.o.body"s clinging vine," answered David moodily.
"She doesn"t want any trellis either--wish something would wilt her! Look here, Andrew, on the square, what"s the matter that I can"t get Phoebe?
You"re a regular love pilot on paper, point me another course; this one is no good; I"ve run into a sand bank." The dark red forelock on David"s brow was ruffled and his keen eyes were troubled, while his large sweet mouth was set in a straight firm line. He looked very strong, forceful and determined as he stopped in front of his friend and squared himself as if for a blow.
Andrew Sevier looked at him thoughtfully for a few seconds straight between the eyes, then his mouth widened into an affectionate smile as he laid his hand on the st.u.r.dy shoulder and said:
"Not a thing on G.o.d"s green earth the matter with you, Davie; it"s the modernism of the situation that you seem unable to handle. May I use your flower simile? Once they grew in gardens and were drooping and sweet and overran trellises, to say nothing of clinging to oak trees, but we"ve developed the American Beauty, old man! It stands stiff and glossy and holds its head up on its own stem, the pride of the nation! We can get them, though they come high. Ah, but they are sweet! Phoebe is one of the most gorgeous to be found--it will be a price to pay, but you"ll pay it, David, you"ll pay."
"G.o.d knows I"m paying it all day long every day and have been paying it for ten years. Never at peace about her for an instant. Protection at long distance is no joke. I can"t sleep at night until she telephones me she is at home from the office on her duty nights and then I have to beg like a dog for the wire, just the word or two. She _will_ overwork and undereat and--"
"David," interrupted Sevier thoughtfully, "what do you really think is the matter? Let"s get down to facts while we are about it."
"Do you know, Andy, lately it has dawned upon me that Phoebe would like to dictate a life policy to me; hand me out a good, stiff life job. I believe she would marry me to-morrow if she could see me permanently installed on the front seat of a grocery wagon--_permanently_. And I"ll come to it yet."
"I believe you are right," laughed Andrew. "She really glories in her wage earning; it"s a phase of them these days. She would actually hate living on your income."
"Don"t I know it? I suppose she would be content if she sewed on b.u.t.tons and did the family wash to conserve the delivery wagon income. I wish she"d marry me for love and then I"d hire her at hundreds per week to dust around the house and cook pies for me, gladly, gladly."
"We"ve developed thorns with our new rose, Dave," chuckled Andrew as he relighted his pipe.
"Sweet hope of heaven, yes," groaned David. "My gore drips all the time from the gashes. I suppose it is a killing grief to her that I haven"t a star corporation practise instead of fooling around the criminal court fighting old Taylor to get a square deal for the darky rag-tag most of my time. But, Andy, it makes me blaze house-high to see the way he hands the law out to "em. They can cut and fight as long as it is in a whisky dive and no indictment returned; but let one of "em sidestep an inch in any other ignorant pitiful way and it"s the workhouse and the county road for theirs.
"And the number of ways that the c.o.o.ns can get up to call on me to square the deal, is amazing. Just look at the week I"ve had! All Monday and Tuesday I spent on the Darky Country Club affair; the poor nigs just hungering for some place to go off and act white in for a few hours.
n.o.body would sell them an acre of ground near a car line and the dusky smart set was about to get its light put out. Jeff and Tempie told me about it. What did little Dave do but run around to persuade old man Elton to sell them that little point that juts out into the river two miles from town and just across from the rock quarry. No neighbors to kick and the interurban runs through the field. It really is a choice spot and I started their subscription with a hundred or two and got Williams to draw them some plans to fix up an old house that stands on the bank for a club-house. They are wide-mouthed with joy; but it sliced two days to do it, which I might have spent on the grocery wagon."
"You always did have the making of a philanthropist in you, Dave," said Andrew thoughtfully. "You"re a near-one at present speaking."
"Philanthropist go hang--the rest of the week I have spent getting the old Confeds together and having everything in shape for the unveiling of the statue out at the Temple of Arts. I tell you we are going to have a turn-out. General Clopton is coming all the way to make the dedication speech. Caroline is about to bolt and I have to steady her at off times.
I"ve promised to hold her hand through it all. Major is getting up the notes for General Clopton and he"s touching on Peters Brown only in high places. It"ll be mostly a show-down of old General Darrah and the three governors I"m thinking.
"The Dames of the Confederacy and the Art League are going to have entries on the program without number. I have been interviewed and interviewed. Why, even the august Susie Carrie Snow sent for me and talked high art and city beautiful to me until I could taste it.
"And all that sopped up the rest of the week when I ought to have been delivering pork steaks and string-beans at people"s back doors to please Phoebe. Money grubbing doesn"t appeal to me and I don"t need it, but from now on I"m the busy grub--until after the "no man put asunder"
proclamation."
"How you can manage to do one really public-spirited job after another, "things that count," and then elude all the credit for them is more than I can understand, Dave," said Andrew as he smiled through a blue ring of smoke. "Some day, if you don"t look out, you"ll be a leading citizen.
In the meantime hustle about those flowers. Time flies."
"I"ll send them right up," said David as he donned his coat and hat and took up his crop. The hours David spent out of the saddle were those of his indoors occupations. "I"ll be back soon. Just fix the flowers; Eph and the cook will do all the rest. And put the cards on the table any old way. I want to sit between Phoebe and Caroline Darrah Brown--well, whose party is it? You can sit next on either side."
"Wait a minute, are--"