"I felt that the moment I saw the name Van Doren. I had never seen your brother until we met in Maine; he was of the greatest service to me; I was in sorry plight when he picked me up."
He was prepared to tell the story of the meeting, everything indeed that had occurred. He had imagined that she would be immensely curious as to all the phases and incidents of his relationship with her brother.
"Just now I shall be happier not to know," she said, and added with a smile: "Later, when my heart is lighter than it is today you may tell me."
She was magnificent, a thoroughbred, this woman, who walked beside him with the air of a queen who might lose a throne but never the mastery of her own soul. She was far more at ease than he, walking with her hands thrust carelessly into the pockets of her coat, halting now and then to gaze across the water.
"My brother is Philip Van Doren, and there were just the two of us. An unusual sympathy bound us together from childhood, and there was never a closer tie between brother and sister. I married his most intimate friend. My husband betrayed him; it was the breach of a trust in which they were jointly liable. It was not merely a theft, it was a gross, dastardly thing, without a single mitigating circ.u.mstance. My husband killed himself."
She spoke without a quaver of the beautiful voice, meeting his gaze as she uttered the last sentence as though anxious to spare herself nothing in her desire to convince him of her perfect composure. One might have thought her an amiable woman attempting to entertain a dull companion by summarizing a tale she had read that had not interested her particularly.
"It broke Philip"s heart; it broke his spirit! It destroyed his generous faith in all men. He was a brilliant student in college and promised to go far in the law; but he felt keenly the dishonor. The financial part of it he of course took care of; that was the least of it. There was always a strain of mysticism in him; and he had gone deeply into astrology and things like that; and when the dark hour came he pretended to find consolation in them. He was born under an evil star, he said, and would not be free of its spell until he had pa.s.sed through a period of servitude. It sounds like insanity, but it was only a grim ironic distortion of his reason. He said that if honor was so poor a thing he would seek a world that knew no honor. I dread to think how he has spent these years!"
"I have found him the kindest, the most loyal, the most lovable of men.
He has simply mocked at life--the life he used to know."
"Yes; I suppose that was the way of it," she said pensively. "In one of his brief messages he spoke of a young woman who had interested him, but I never can tell when he"s serious--"
Archie met the question promptly.
"A charming young girl, Ruth Hastings, whose antecedents and connections are the best. You need have no fears on that score. You shall see her, very soon."
She permitted him to describe the meeting with Ruth and Isabel at Rochester, and her face betrayed relief and pleasure as he made it clear that the Governor"s romance was in no way discreditable.
"It is curious, and in his own way of looking at things may be significant, that your telegram reached me on the day following the seventh anniversary of the beginning of his exile."
"He had looked forward to the seventh anniversary as marking the end of the dark influences; he believed there would be a vast change in his affairs."
"If only he lives!" she exclaimed. "Is it possible that he can ever step back into the world he left?"
"You may be sure he has planned a return, with marriage at the very threshold."
"Then G.o.d grant that he may live!" she said fervently.
The following evening, after Dr. Mosgrove"s visit had left their hopes high, Archie carried her to Heart o" Dreams. Happiness shone in the stars over the northern waters. Putney Congdon and his wife were enjoying to the full the peace that followed upon the storms of their married life. They had established themselves in a tent on the outskirts of the camp and declared that they might remain there forever. A girl bugler sounded taps and the lights went out, leaving tired and happy youth to the fellowship of dreams.
Isabel gave Archie no opportunity to speak to her alone, and he found her aloofness dismaying. Her scruples against hearing protestations of love from a man she believed she had injured were creditable to her conscience, but Archie was all impatient to shatter them. She made a candid confession to Mrs. Congdon, with Putney and Archie standing by.
"With malice aforethought I practiced my vampirish arts upon these two men! And, Alice, the crudest thing you could do would be to forgive me!
I couldn"t bear it. I flirted with Mr. Congdon; not only that but I took advantage of his distress over his father"s efforts to estrange you two to counsel him to lead a reckless, devil-may-care existence. And I tried the same thing on Mr. Bennett, only he was much more susceptible than your husband and took me more seriously. I want you, one and all, to be sure that I hate myself most cordially!"
"The end justified the means, I think," said Mrs. Congdon.
"I found a friend I"m not going to lose as one result," said Putney.
"And if the sick man across the bay recovers I hope I have another lifelong friend there."
"Oh, it"s all so strange!" cried Mrs. Congdon. "One might think that we must suffer tribulation before we know what perfect happiness is! And I never expect to understand all that has happened to you men. Is it possible that you"ll ever settle down again?"
"That depends--" Archie remarked, glancing meaningfully at Isabel,--a glance which Mrs. Congdon detected and appraised with that prescience which makes every woman a match-maker.
On the wharf they lingered, like a company of old friends reluctant for even a brief parting; Ruth, lantern in hand, stood beside Mrs. Graybill, looking like a child beside the stately woman. As Archie cried "All aboard," Julia caught Ruth in her arms and kissed her.
"Good night, little girl!" she said softly.
It was like a benediction and the very graciousness of act and word lightened Archie"s vigil as all night he watched outside the Governor"s door.
V
On the eighth day Dr. Mosgrove announced that his visits were no longer necessary; he ran up to Huddleston, he told Archie, for the pleasure of meeting the agreeable people he found there. The Governor was making an extraordinary recovery, and the bracing northern air would soon set him up. Someone was always on the water between Leary"s hotel and Heart o"
Dreams, and clouds no longer darkened the bay.
Dr. Mosgrove had made a careful examination of Carey, and recommended that he be sent to a sanatorium for treatment. Perky undertook to carry him to a private inst.i.tution near Chicago suggested by the doctor, and this became another of the series of strange errands that fell to the lot of the _Arthur B. Grover_. Eliphalet Congdon had been importuning Archie to release him, but it had seemed wise to give the erratic millionaire more time in which to meditate upon his sins.
When the tug returned Archie found that the old gentleman had taken advantage of a day"s parole in Chicago to do considerable shopping. In a new suit of clothes he really looked, as Perky said, like a white man; but the change in him was not merely as to his outward person. He opened a bag on deck and displayed with pride a pearl necklace he had purchased for his daughter-in-law, a handsome watch for young Edith and another for his grandson, whom Mrs. Congdon had left with a friend in the east.
"I guess I haven"t been square with Putney," he remarked, "and now"s a good time to let him know how I feel about it. Here," he continued, producing a bulky envelope, "is two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in government bonds that he may use as he likes."
"Grand; perfectly bully!" cried Archie. "Please consider yourself discharged from the ship. We"ll go right over to Heart o" Dreams and spread the glad tidings."
Though so many vistas were brightening, Archie was still troubled by Isabel"s persistent refusal to see him alone, or to give him any opportunity to break down the barriers she had raised against him. After luncheon at the camp, where Eliphalet Congdon proved himself a very likable human being, he sought her as she was leaving the dining hall.
Her young charges were skipping gaily about her; there was no question of their admiration and affection for her. He caught the spirit of their gaiety and took advantage of a moment when Isabel emerged smiling from an adoring group to plant himself before her.
"You are running away from me!" he said sternly. "And that"s not fair."
"Oh, this is my busiest day! You mustn"t think a place like this runs automatically."
"I think nothing of the kind. But your studied efforts to escape from me are embarra.s.sing. Ruth, the Congdons, Mrs. Graybill--everybody is noticing it!"
"Certain matters are one"s personal affair," she answered. "Really I must ask you to excuse me."
"I refuse to be snubbed again! You are trampling me under foot, and I refuse to be stepped on any more. I wish to a.s.sure you, Miss Perry, that my love for you is not to be spurned with impunity!"
"Please be careful! Those girls over there are watching us."
"A wonderful opportunity for them to see a desperate man making love; an invaluable part of their education! They will never forget how I fell upon my knees and declared myself!"
"Oh, you wouldn"t! You really wouldn"t! You forget that these children are highly impressionable!"
"So am I, and extremely sensitive. It would be fine if you"d join me in a little walk. If you refuse I shall follow you the rest of the day singing. The Governor and I did a good deal of singing in our travels and--"
As he filled his lungs as though about to burst into song she hastily turned toward the wood.
"You seem to forget that I"m mistress here while you"re merely a guest!
I hate to say it, but you"re in serious danger of becoming a nuisance."
"You"re not resentful and hateful enough yet to frighten me away.