"It might be called that; but it dates back to my--to a time long before I came to Cripple Creek."
"You gave me to understand yesterday that she had a hold of some sort upon you. Were you under promise to marry her?"
"No, indeed; never in this world!"
He was sitting back in his chair and regarding me gravely.
"I am an old-fashioned man, Bertrand, as I told you yesterday. I have always entertained an idea--which may seem archaic to the present generation--that a young man intending to marry ought to be able to give as much as he asks. You haven"t made a very good beginning."
I admitted it; admitted everything save the imputation that my relations with Agatha Geddis had been in any sense wilfully immoral.
He gave a wry smile at this, as if the distinction were finely drawn and the credit small.
"Because it fell to my lot to be a schoolmaster in her native town, I had an opportunity of observing Miss Geddis while she was yet only a young girl, Bertrand," he remarked. "She gave promise, even then, of becoming a disturbing element in the affairs of men. As a school-girl she had a following of silly boys who were ready to take her at her own valuation of herself. There are times when you remind me very strongly of one of them, though the resemblance is only a suggestion: the boy I speak of was a bright young fellow named Weyburn, who afterward became a clerk in Mr. Geddis"s bank."
There are moments when the promptings of the panic-stricken ostrich lay hold upon the best of us. Since I could not thrust my head into the sand, I wheeled quickly to stare at a framed photograph of Bull Mountain and the buildings of the Little Clean-Up hanging on the laboratory wall.
"He was one of the fools, too, was he?" I said, without taking my eyes from the photograph.
"He turned out badly, I am sorry to say, and I have often wondered if the young woman was not in some way responsible. There was a defalcation in Geddis"s bank, and Weyburn was found guilty and sent to the penitentiary."
Here was another of the paper life-walls. One little touch would have punctured it and vague recollection would instantly become complete recognition. I held my breath for fear I might unconsciously give the rending touch. But Everton"s return to the question at issue turned the danger of recognition aside.
"To get back to the present time, and your plea for a rehearing," he went on. "I wish to be entirely fair to you, Bertrand; as fair as I can be without being unfair to Polly. Barrett told me yesterday afternoon that you had gone, or were going, to the Pacific Coast. I am taking it for granted that you had no intention of accompanying this woman?"
"I certainly had not. Nothing was further from my intentions. On the other hand, her flight last night with another woman"s husband is the one thing that makes it possible for me to be here to-day."
"You can a.s.sure me that your connection with her is an incident closed; and for all time?"
"It is, unquestionably. I hope I shall never see her or hear of her again."
For a moment he sat nibbling the end of the pencil with which he had been figuring, trying, as I well understood, to be fairly equitable as between even-handed justice and his prejudices. There was a sharp little struggle, but at the end of it he said: "As I remarked yesterday, I labor under all the disadvantages of the average American father. I can occupy the position only of a deeply interested onlooker. But I"ll meet you half-way and lift the embargo. You may resume your visits to the house if you wish to."
"I want more than that," I broke in hastily. "I am going to ask Polly to be my wife. If she says Yes, I don"t want to wait a minute longer than I"m obliged to."
He demurred at that, intimating that I ought to be willing to wait until a reasonable lapse of time could prove the sincerity of my protestations. He was entirely justified in asking for delay, but I begged like a dog and he finally gave a reluctant consent--contingent, of course, upon his daughter"s wishes in the matter. Half an hour later I was sitting with Polly Everton before a cheerful grate fire in the living-room of the cottage on the hill, trying, as best I might, to tell her how much I loved her.
One of the things a man doesn"t find out until after he has been married quite some little time is that the best of women may not always wear her heart on her sleeve, nor always open the door of the inner confidences even to the man whose life has become a part and parcel of her own. Mary Everton"s eyes were deep wells of truth and sincerity as I talked, but I read in them nothing save the love which matched my own when she gave me her answer. If I had known all that lay behind, I think I should have fallen down and worshiped her.
I did not know then how much or how little she had heard of the Agatha Geddis affair. None the less, I broke faith, if not with her, at least with myself. I did not tell her that she was about to become the wife of an escaped convict; that her life must henceforth be lived under a threatening shadow; that her children, if she should have any, might be made to share the disgrace of their father.
Once more I make no excuses. A little later, if I had waited, the just and honorable impulse might have rea.s.serted itself; I might have realized that the removal of one unscrupulous woman out of my path merely took the lightning out of the edge of the nearest cloud. But in the supreme exaltation of the moment I considered none of these things.
In this climaxing of happiness the disaster which had hung over my head for weeks and months seemed as far removed and remote as it had been imminent only a few hours before.
We were together through what remained of the afternoon; until it was nearly time for Phineas Everton to come home. When we parted I had gained my point and our plans were all made. We were to be married very quietly the following day. I had no wish to make the wedding the social function which my position as one of the three partners in the Little Clean-Up might have justified; and Polly agreed with me in this.
It was not until after I had left the house that I remembered that the forced financing of Agatha Geddis"s elopement had practically drained my bank account. There had been no mention of money in our talk before the fire; we were both far and away beyond the reach of any such sordid topic. But Phineas Everton would have a right to ask questions, and I must be prepared to answer them. After dinner at the hotel I captured Barrett, drove him into a quiet corner of the lobby, and made my wail.
"Heavens and earth!" he gasped when I had told him the shameful truth.
"Are you telling me that you let that woman hold you up for all the ready money you had in the world?"
"It listens that way," I confessed; adding, out of the heart of sincerity: "It was cheap at the price; I was glad enough to be quit of her at any price."
"This is pretty serious, Jimmie," he a.s.serted, after he had re-lighted his cigar. "It isn"t the mere fact that you have recklessly chucked a small fortune at the Geddis person--that is a mere matter of dollars and cents, and the Little Clean-Up will square you up on that. But there is another side to it. The dreadful thing is the fact that she had enough of a grip on you to make you do it. I"ll like it better if you will say that you were blind drunk when you did it."
"I wasn"t--more"s the pity, Bob; on the contrary, I was never soberer in my life."
"Of course, you haven"t told Polly."
"No--not yet."
"Nor Everton?"
I shook my head. "I didn"t want to commit suicide."
Barrett chuckled softly.
"I happen to know this fellow the Geddis woman is running away with,"
he said. "He has gone through his wife"s fortune, in addition to squandering a good little chunk that his father left him. And you"ve grub-staked "em both to this! Well, never mind; it"s a back number, now, and you have given me your word for it. Don"t worry about the money you are going to need for the honeymoon. There is plenty in the bank--in my account, if there isn"t any in yours."
I thanked him with tears in my eyes. Was there ever another such generous soul in this world, or in any other? He stopped me in mid career, wishing to know more about the wedding.
"Let the money part of it go hang and tell me more about this hurry business you"ve planned for to-morrow. It"s scandalous and unheard of, but I don"t blame you a little bit. Dope my part out for me while you"re here--so I"ll know where I am to come on and go off."
For a little while longer--as long a while as I could spare from Polly--we talked of the impromptu wedding and arranged for it. Barrett was a brother to me in all that the word implies. He took on all of the "best man"s" responsibilities--and more. When I was leaving to walk up the hill he walked to the corner of the side street with me, and at the last moment business intruded.
"I forgot to tell you," he cut in abruptly. "After you left yesterday afternoon a court notice was served upon us. Blackwell"s lawyers have taken the Lawrenceburg suit to the Federal court--on the ground of alien ownership--and we"ve got to show cause all over again why we shouldn"t be enjoined for trespa.s.s. Benedict seems to be more or less stirred up about it."
"If that is the case, I oughtn"t to be going away," I said.
"Yes, you ought; Gifford and I can handle it."
Notwithstanding Barrett"s a.s.surance I was vaguely disturbed as I climbed the hill to the Everton cottage. Blackwell had proved to be a veritable bull-dog in the long-drawn-out fight, and the tenacity with which he was holding on was ominous. Why the Lawrenceburg people should make such a determined struggle to wipe us out was beyond my comprehension. It had been proved in the State courts, past a question of doubt, that our t.i.tle to the Little Clean-Up was una.s.sailable, and still Blackwell hung on. What was the animus?
If I could have had the answer to that question it is conceivable that my one evening as Polly Everton"s affianced lover--an evening spent in the seventh heaven of ecstasy before the cheerful coal blaze in the cottage sitting-room--would have been sadly marred.
XXI
The End of a Honeymoon
Our high-noon wedding was in all respects as quiet and unostentatious as we had planned it. The little brown box of a church, bare of decorations because there was neither time nor the group of vicariously interested young people to trim it, was only a few doors from the Everton cottage, and we walked to it; Phineas Everton and I on each side of the plank walk, and Polly between us with an arm for each.
Barrett had told a few of his friends, so there were enough people in the pews to make it look a little less than clandestine. Barrett acted as usher in one aisle and Gifford, very much out of his element but doggedly faithful, did his part in the other. There was even a bit of music; the Wagner as we went in, and a few bars of the Mendelssohn to speed us as we went out. The good-byes were said at the church-door, and the only abnormal thing about the leave-taking was Barrett"s gift to the bride, pressed into her hand as we were getting into the carriage to go to the railroad station--a silver filigree hand-bag stuffed heavy with five- and ten-dollar gold pieces, "to be blown in on the wedding journey," as he phrased it.
We had agreed not to tell anybody where we were going; for that matter, I didn"t even tell Polly until after we had started. Turning southward from Colorado Springs and stopping overnight in Trinidad, we took a morning train on the Santa Fe and vanished into the westward void. A day and a night beyond this we were debarking at Williams, Arizona, and in due time reached our real hiding-place; a comfortable ranch house within easy riding distance of that most majestic of immensities, the Grand Canyon of the Colorado. It was Polly"s idea; the choice of a quiet retreat as against the social attractions of the great hotel on the canyon"s brink. We had each other, and that was sufficient.