"Our train is nearly here," he said in lack of something better with which to break the constrained silence.
She glanced about doubtfully, first toward the yet distant train, then up into his face.
"When is the local east due here? Do you know?"
"Probably an hour later than the express. At least, I judge so from the time of its arrival at Bolton," he responded, surprised at the question. "Why do you ask?"
She did not smile, or stir, except to lean slightly forward, her eyes falling from his face to the platform.
"Would--would it be too much if I were to ask you to permit me to take this first train alone?" she asked, her voice faltering, her hands trembling where they were clasped in her lap.
His first bewildered surprise precluded speech; he could only look at her in stupefied amazement. Then something within her lowered face touched him with pity.
"Beth," he exclaimed, hardly aware of the words used, "do you mean that? Is it your wish that we part here?
"Oh, no, not that!" and she rose hastily, holding to the back of the bench with one hand, and extending the other. "Do not put it in that way. Such an act would be cruel, unwarranted. But I am so tired, so completely broken down. It has seemed all night long as though my brain were on fire; every step of the horse has been torture. Oh, I want so to be alone--alone! I want to think this out; I want to face it all by myself. Merciful G.o.d! it seems to me I shall be driven insane unless I can be alone, unless I can find a way into some peace of soul. Do not blame me; do not look at me like that, but be merciful--if you still love me, let me be alone."
He grasped the extended hand, bending low over it, unwilling in that instant that she should look upon his face. Again and again he pressed his dry lips upon the soft flesh.
"I do love you, Beth," he said at last, chokingly, "love you always, in spite of everything. I will do now as you say. Your train is already here. You know my address in Denver. Don"t make this forever, Beth--don"t do that."
She did not answer him; her lips quivered, her eyes meeting his for a single instant. In their depths he believed he read the answer of her heart, and endeavored to be content. As the great overland train paused for a moment to quench its thirst, the porter of the Pullman, who, to his surprise, had been called to place his carpeted step on the platform of this desert station, gazed in undisguised amazement at those two figures before him--a man bareheaded, his clothing tattered and disreputable, half supporting a woman who was hatless, white-faced, and trembling like a frightened child.
"Yas, sah; whole section vacant, sah, Numbah Five. Denvah; yas, sah, suttinly. Oh, I"ll look after de lady all right. You ain"t a-goin"
"long wid us, den, dis trip? Oh, yas; thank ye, sah. Sure, I"ll see dat she gits dere, don"t you worry none "bout dat."
Winston walked restlessly down the platform, gazing up at the car-windows, every ounce of his mustered resolve necessary to hold him outwardly calm. The curtains were many of them closed, but at last he distinguished her, leaning against the gla.s.s, that same dull, listless look in her eyes as she stared out blindly across the waste of sand.
As the train started he touched the window, and she turned and saw him.
There was a single moment when life came flashing back into her eyes, when he believed her lips even smiled at him. Then he was alone, gazing down the track after the fast disappearing train.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE SUMMIT OF SUCCESS
There followed three years of silence, three years of waiting for that message which never came. As though she had dropped into an ocean of oblivion, Beth Norvell disappeared. Winston had no longer the slightest hope that a word from her would ever come, and there were times when he wondered if it was not better so--if, after all, she had not chosen rightly. Love untarnished lived in his heart; yet, as she had told him out in the desert, love could never change the deed. That remained--black, grim, unblotted, the unalterable death stain. Why, then, should they meet? Why seek even to know of each other? Close together, or far apart, there yawned a bottomless gulf between.
Silence was better; silence, and the mercy of partial forgetfulness.
Winston had toiled hard during those years, partly from a natural liking, partly to forget his heartaches. Feverishly he had taken up the tasks confronting him, sinking self in the thought of other things.
Such work had conquered success, for he did his part in subjecting nature to man, thus winning a reputation already ranking him high among the mining experts of the West. His had become a name to conjure with in the mountains and mining camps. During the long months he had hoped fiercely. Yet he had made no endeavor to seek her out, or to uncover her secret. Deep within his heart lay a respect for her choice, and he would have held it almost a crime to invade the privacy that her continued silence had created. So he resolutely locked the secret within his own soul, becoming more quiet in manner, more reserved in speech, with every long month of waiting, constantly striving to forget the past amid a mult.i.tude of business and professional cares.
It was at the close of a winter"s day in Chicago. Snow clouds were scurrying in from over the dun-colored waters of the lake, bringing with them an early twilight. Already myriads of lights were twinkling in the high office buildings, and showing brilliant above the smooth asphalt of Michigan Avenue. The endless stream of vehicles homeward bound began to thicken, the broad highway became a scene of continuous motion and display. After hastily consulting the ponderous pages of a city directory in an adjacent drug store, a young man, attired in dark business suit, his broad shoulders those of an athlete, his face strongly marked and full of character, and bronzed even at this season by out-of-door living, hurried across the street and entered the busy doorway of the Railway Exchange Building. On the seventh floor he unceremoniously flung open a door bearing the number sought, and stepped within to confront the office boy, who as instantly frowned his disapproval.
"Office hours over," the latter announced shortly. "Just shuttin" up."
"I am not here on business, my lad," was the good-natured reply, "but in the hope of catching Mr. Craig before he got away."
The boy, still somewhat doubtful, jerked his hand back across his shoulder toward an inner apartment.
"Well, his nibs is in there, but he "s just a-goin"."
The visitor swung aside the gate and entered. The man within, engaged in closing down his roll-top desk for the day, wheeled about in his chair, quite evidently annoyed by so late a caller. An instant he looked at the face, partially shadowed in the dim light, then sprang to his feet, both hands cordially extended.
"Ned Winston, by all the G.o.ds!" he exclaimed, his voice full of heartiness. "Say, but I "m glad to see you, old man. Supposed it was some bore wanting to talk business, and this happens to be my busy night. By Jove, thought I never was going to break away from this confounded desk--always like that when a fellow has a date. How are you, anyhow? Looking fine as a fiddle. In shape to kick the pigskin at this minute, I "ll bet a hundred. Denver yet, I suppose? Must be a great climate out there, if you "re a specimen. Must like it, anyhow; why, you "ve simply buried yourself in the mountains. Some of the old fellows were in here talking about it the other day. Have n"t been East before for a couple of years, have you, Ned?"
"Considerably over three, Bob, and only on urgent business now. Have been hard at it all day, but thought I would take a chance at finding you in, even at this hour. Knew your natural inclination to grind, you know. I take a train for the West at midnight."
"Well, I rather guess not," and Craig picked up his hat from the top of the desk. "Do you imagine I "ll let go of you that easily, now that you are here? Well, hardly. You "ve got to give up that excursion for one night at least, even if I "m compelled to get you jugged in order to hold you safe. I can do it, too; I have a pull with the police department. My automobile fines are making them rich."
"But you just mentioned having an engagement, or rather a date, which I suppose means the same thing."
Craig smiled indulgently, his dark eyes filled with humor.
"That"s exactly the ticket. Glad to see you keep up with the slang of the day; proof you live in the real world, possess a normal mind, and feel an interest in current events. Altogether most commendable. That engagement of mine happens to be the very thing I want you for. Most glorious event in our family history, at least within my remembrance.
My birth probably transcended even this in importance, but the details are not clear. You will add _eclat_ to the occasion. By Jove, it will be immense; paterfamilias and mater-ditto will welcome you with open arms. They often speak of you; "pon my word they do, and I don"t know of another fellow anywhere they "d rather have join in our little family celebration. Oh, this is a great night for Old Ireland. Stay?
Why, confound it, of course you "ll stay!"
"But see here, Bob, at least give me the straight of all this. What "s happening? What is it you are stacking me up against?"
"Box party at the Grand. Here, have a cigar. Just a family affair, you know. First night; certain to be a swell crowd there; everything sold out in advance. Supper afterwards, private dining-room at the Annex--just ourselves; no guests, except only the Star and her manager."
"The Star? I never heard that you people went in for theatricals?"
"Lord! they never did; but they "ve experienced a change of heart. You see, Lizzie took to it like a duck to water--she was the baby, the kid, you know--and, by thunder, the little girl made good. She "s got "em coming and going, and the pater is so proud of her he wears a smile on him that won"t come off. It "s simply great just to see him beau her around downtown, shedding real money at every step. Nothing is too good for Lizzie just now."
"And she is the Star?"
"Sure, and the la.s.sie is going to have an ovation, unless all signs fail. Society has got a hunch, and that means a gorgeous turnout. The horse-show will be a back number. Lord, man, you can"t afford to miss it! Why, you "d never see anything like it in Denver in a thousand years."
Winston laughed, unable to resist entirely the contagious enthusiasm of his friend.
"You certainly make a strong bid, Bob; but really if I did remain overnight I "d much prefer putting in the hours talking over old times.
With all due respect to your sister, old boy, I confess I have n"t very much heart for the stage. I "ve grown away from it; have n"t even looked into a playhouse for years."
"Thought as much; clear over the head in business. Big mistake at your age. A night such as Lizzie can give you will be a revelation. Say, Ned, that girl is an actress. I don"t say it because she "s my sister, but she actually is; they "re all raving over her, even the critics.
That"s one reason why I want you to stay. I "m blame proud of my little sister."
"But I have n"t my evening dress within a thousand miles of here."
"What of that? I have no time now to run out to the house and get into mine. I "m no lightning change artist. Lizzie won"t care; she "s got good sense, and the others can go hang. Come on, Ned; we "ll run over to the Chicago Club and have a bite, then a smoke and chat about Alma Mater; after that, the Grand."
The great opera house was densely crowded from pit to dome, the boxes and parquet brilliant with color and fashion, the numberless tiers of seats rising above, black with packed, expectant humanity. Before eight o"clock late comers had been confronted in the lobby with the "Standing Room Only" announcement; and now even this had been turned to the wall, while the man at the ticket window shook his head to disappointed inquirers. And that was an audience to be remembered, to be held notable, to be editorially commented upon by the press the next morning.
There was reason for it. A child of Chicago, daughter in a family of standing and exclusiveness, after winning notable successes in San Francisco, in London, in New York, had, at last, consented to return home, and appear for the first time in her native city. Endowed with rare gifts of interpretation, earnest, sincere, forceful, loving her work fervently, possessing an attractive presence and natural capacity for study, she had long since won the appreciation of the critics and the warm admiration of those who care for the highest in dramatic art.
The reward was a.s.sured. Already her home-coming had been heralded broadcast as an event of consequence to the great city. Her name was upon the lips of the mult.i.tude, and upon the hearts of those who really care for such things, the devotees of art, of high endeavor, of a stage worthy the traditions of its past. And in her case, in addition to all these helpful elements, Society grew suddenly interested and enthralled. The actress became a fashion, a fad, about which revolved the courtier and the b.u.t.terfly. Once, it was remembered, she had been one of them, one of their own set, and out of the depths of their little pool they rose clamorously to the surface, imagining, as ever, that they were the rightful leaders of it all. Thus it came about, that first night--the stage brilliant, the house a dense ma.s.s of mad enthusiasts, jewelled heads nodding from boxes to parquet in recognition of friends, opera gla.s.ses insolently staring, voices humming in ceaseless conversation, and, over all, the frantic efforts of the orchestra to attract attention to itself amid the glitter and display.