"Some cla.s.s this," he observed, concerning the Eclair Hotel, which was precisely what the hotel management wanted its patrons to feel.
"Did you see your sister in Philadelphia?" Adelle asked.
"Yep," he replied non-committally. Evidently his tour of the family had not begun favorably, and Adelle refrained from pressing the questions she had in mind.
"You have some first cousins, too, haven"t you?" Adelle asked, remembering the judge"s inquiry.
"A whole bunch of "em!" the mason laughed. "Father had two brothers and one sister, and all of "em had big families, and my mother had a lot of nephews and nieces, but they don"t count for the inheritance."
In contrast with the Alton Clarks, of whom Adelle was the sole survivor, the California branch of the family had been prolific. Adelle realized that as the judge had pointed out to her, it was not simply a question of endowing one intelligent, interesting young man with a half of Clark"s Field, but of parceling it out in small lots to a numerous family connection--a much less pleasant deed.
"Do you know these Clark cousins?" she asked.
"Some of "em," the mason said. "They don"t amount to much, the lot of "em. There"s only one made any stir in the world, that"s Stan Clark, my uncle Samuel"s son. He"s in the California Legislature," he said with a certain pride. "And they tell me he"s as much of a crook as they make "em! Then there"s a brother of Stan--Sol Clark. He runs a newspaper up in Fresno County, and I guess he"s another little crook. There"s a bunch of Clarks down in Los Angeles, in the fruit commission business--I don"t know nothing about them. Oh, there"s Clarks enough of our sort!" he concluded grimly.
Adelle could see that the stone mason had very slight intercourse with any of his cousins. Like most working-people he was necessarily limited in his social relations to his immediate neighbors, the relatives he could get at easily in his free hours--holidays and Sundays and after his eight hours of work was done. The mason"s hands were not formed for much penmanship! Adelle also realized that the stone mason, like more prosperous people, did not love the members of his family just because they were Clarks. There was no close family bond of any sort. The mason knew less about his immediate relatives than he did about many other people in the world, and felt less close to them; and of course she knew them not even by name. She felt no great incentive to bequeath small portions of Clark"s Field to these unknown little people who happened to bear the name of Clark--now that the law no longer demanded a distribution of the estate, in fact prohibited it!
Thus Adelle realized the absurdity of the family inheritance scheme by which property is preserved for the use of blood descendants of its owner, irrespective of their fitness to use it. She saw that inheritance was a mere survival of an archaic system of tribal bond, which society, through its customary inertia and timidity and general dislike for change, had preserved,--indeed, had made infinitely complex and precise by a code of property laws. She sat back in her chair, silent, puzzled and baffled by the situation. The only way, it seemed, in which she could give the stone mason his share of his grandfather"s property was by stripping herself of all her possessions for the tribe of California Clarks, which she felt no inclination to do.
Her cousin, apparently, had been following the same course of reflection in part. He observed dispa.s.sionately,--
"I don"t know much about "em, and you don"t know anything at all, of course. Mos" likely they "re no better and no worse than any average bunch of human beings. It"s curious to think that if grandfather had kept his folks back East informed of his post-office address, all these Clarks big and little would have come in for a slice of the pie!"
"It might not have been such a big pie, then," Adelle remarked.
She remembered quite well what the judge had said about the acc.u.mulation of her fortune. It was just because these California Clarks had been lost to sight that there was any "pie" at all. If Edward S. had left his post-office address, there was no doubt that long before this Clark"s Field would have been eaten up: there would have been no Adelle Clark--and no book about her and Clark"s Field!
The mason tossed his hat in the air and caught it dexterously on the point of his thumb. He mused,--
"All the same they"d open their eyes some, I guess, if they knew what we know. My, wouldn"t it make "em mad to think how near they"d come to some easy money!"
He laughed with relish at the ironical humor of the situation--the picture of the California Clarks running hungrily with outstretched hands to grab their piece of Clark"s Field. And he laughed with a bitter perception of the underlying farce of human society. It was his ironic sense of the accidental element in life, especially in relation to property ownership and cla.s.s distinctions, based on property possession, that made him an incipient anarchist, such as he had described himself to Adelle. He was far too intelligent to believe what the Sunday School taught, and the average American thinks he believes, that property and position in this world are apportioned by desert of one sort or another.
He knew in the radius of his own circ.u.mscribed life too many instances where privilege was based on nothing more real than Adelle"s claim to Clark"s Field. In the hasty fashion of his nature he concluded intolerantly that all personal privilege was rotten, and hated--or thought he did--all those "grafters" who enjoyed what Fate had not been kind enough to give him. Adelle disliked his ironical laughter, for without knowing it she was groping towards a sounder belief about life than the anarchist"s, and she felt sorry for her mistake in arousing false expectations in her cousin, because in the end it might make him all the harder, confirm him in his revolt against life. No, she must find some way out, so that a part of her unearned fortune could be of real benefit to him.
"Tell me again," Clark demanded moodily, "just what those banker stiffs said about the t.i.tle? When was it finally fixed up so as to shut us out?"
"I don"t know just when, but I suppose some time before I came of age.
It must have been between the time my aunt and I first went to see them and my twenty-first birthday."
Clark made a rapid calculation.
"That was about the time father died and mother and we kids were tryin"
to live on nothin". The money would have come in mighty handy then, let me tell you!... Well, I suppose the lawyers know what they"re about."
"I suppose they do," Adelle admitted reluctantly.
"I guess they don"t want no more fuss with Clark"s Field--after they"ve got the thing all troweled out fine and smooth."
Adelle felt the cynicism in his voice, and keenly realized that it was for her benefit that the "troweling" had been skillfully performed.
"That"s gone into the discard!" the mason exclaimed finally, jumping up and whistling softly.
He had that look in his blue eyes that Adelle recognized--the dangerous glint. If she were not there or if she had been a man, he would have found the shortest path to a drink, then taken another, and probably many others. Very likely that was what he meant to do to-night, but at least she would keep him for dinner and make him take her to the theater for which she had already procured seats. Adelle did not censure him for drinking, not as she had censured Archie, because she felt that he drank in a different spirit, as an outlet for his realization of the sardonic inadequacy of life, not as a mere sensual indulgence. If the keen spirit of the man were satisfied with work, he would never drink at all, she was sure.
"I think we can go over to the judge"s now," she said, observing his restlessness.
The two crossed the few blocks of city streets to the quiet corner on the hill behind the court-house where Judge Orcutt lived. The east wind had blown itself out the night before, and a beautiful May morning filled even the city with the spirit of spring.
They found the old judge up and about his study, quite lively and full of cordial welcome. He glanced keenly at the young mason, who lingered awkwardly, scowling, beside the door.
"Come in, do!... It"s too fine a day for indoors, isn"t it? I"ve ordered a carriage," he said almost at once, "and I want you both to take a drive with me."
XLVIII
Since Adelle"s visit Judge Orcutt had given some hours of profound reflection to Clark"s Field, for the second time in his life. Not to the legal problem suggested by the young woman"s desire to upset the disposition of her property. That he had answered in the only way he could, firmly and decisively. Unscrupulous lawyers might hold out delusive hopes to these newly found heirs if they should fall into their clutches; but the probate judge knew the law of the land and the temper of the courts on this familiar topic. No, his attention had been given to Adelle herself and to her request for his advice upon what she should do with the property that had been given her in the due process of the law. He realized that he was called upon to advise again crucially in regard to Clark"s Field. For he recognized Adelle"s earnestness of purpose and her pathetically groping desire for light upon life.
He had already reversed that decision about her, given when Adelle upon her majority appeared in his court and he had had occasion to lecture her about the nature of the fortune he was handing over to her. Then his harsh tone had been due to a sense of futility in having been at great pains to preserve for this foolishly dressed and apparently empty-headed young woman a very great property. To him had come then acutely the disheartening realization of the underlying irony of life, when such power and privilege could be put into such futile hands. And he--the conscientious judge--had been the instrument of the law in perpetrating this bitter jest upon justice. But now he felt that Adelle might justify her good fortune. For it seemed that her riches after poisoning her had already begun to work their own cure. She wanted to rid herself of them.
That was a good sign.
Not that he sympathized in her crude plan of endowing these unknown Clark cousins with a lot of her money. He was glad that, at any rate, the law put a stop to further litigation over Clark"s Field. If she wanted to distribute her estate to them she could, of course. But in all probability it would do them little good; and it might do a great deal of harm. He was interested in Adelle, in her development and her being, much more than in the Clark money. What would be best for her ultimately? If he had been a conventionally minded old gentleman, he would have urged her to bestow her money prudently upon safe charities--perhaps create a special philanthropic trust for the distribution of Clark"s Field, after her death, of course, for the good of education, or hospitals, or art--the ordinary channels chosen by those rich persons who cared to alienate from themselves and their heirs a portion of their property. But the judge, fortunately, was not conventionally minded, although he had sat upon the bench for upwards of forty years. He knew that philanthropy was a very wasteful and mechanical method of attaining an end, and often did great harm to everybody, because such a little charity made such an immense amount of social salve. He did not believe that "philanthropy" would appeal in its common forms to Adelle, certainly not deathbed giving.
She had been through some terrible experiences, that was evident, and was still more shaken by them than she knew. But she was young, with a long life presumably to lead, and other children and loves and interests to blossom in it. Would it not be wise for her to retain her property, now that she had learned something of the nature of money, and endeavor by herself to use Clark"s Field wisely? It was here that the judge"s musings brought up. He was inclined to have faith in Adelle as a person for the first time.
We can see how far from the anarchist his philosophy of life led him.
The accidents of life--yes, but mysterious, not merely ironic and meaningless, accidents! Adelle Clark, the unpromising little girl, the loud, silly young married woman, was the instrument chosen by Fate--only the judge said G.o.d-sharpened by pain and sorrow to become the intelligent destiny of Clark"s Field. Could the law with all its hedging and guarding beat that? Could the stone mason or the judge himself or any human mind select a better executor for Clark"s Field than the unlikely instrument which Fate had chosen? The judge thought not, and with his own little plan in mind serenely awaited the arrival of the Clark cousins on this joyous May morning, having previously ordered the horses and carriage that he commonly used for his outings.
Adelle sat beside the judge in the old-fashioned brougham, and the stone mason opposite to them, his great brown hands bedded on his knees, his face critically examining the city landscape. The judge talked chiefly to the young man, in his humorous and rather garrulous manner, describing for his benefit the glories of the old city. They plunged almost at once off the hill into a slum, where in the tall brick tenements women were hanging out of the windows enjoying the spring day.
The sunshine and the blue sky made the narrow, dirty streets, and the evil-looking buildings even more out of place than usual. The young Californian wrinkled his mouth scornfully over it. But soon they drove out upon a new bridge that bound the two parts of the city together where the breeze came in across the water gayly. The mason was specially pleased with the tunnel through which the surface cars disappeared into the bowels of the city. That was some good, he said, and added that they did not have it in California. "But we don"t need it yet--we aren"t so crowded out there," he explained. He did not think much of the tall buildings they encountered on their route. They had better ones in ""Frisco," and had he not seen New York? His att.i.tude towards this home of his forefathers was mildly tolerant. If the issue had been put to him squarely, he would never have exchanged his free California inheritance for his share of Clark"s Field! He seemed to think better of his grandfather for having shaken the dust of Alton from his scornful feet.
That was exactly what he himself would have done if it had been his misfortune to belong to the younger branch of the family. But in that case, perhaps, he would not have had the courage to brave the unknown!
Adelle from her corner of the carriage silently followed this in her cousin"s expressive face. She saw that it all seemed small to him, petty, planned on a little scale.
"Give me the Coast!" he said when at last they reached the famous Square of Alton, which was now little more than the intersection of three noisy streets, and turned up the old South Road. That simple expression meant volumes as she knew. It expressed the love of freedom, vigor, simplicity, natural manhood, the longing for the large, fresh face of Nature, where the hopeful soul of man is ready to meet his destiny by himself, unpropped by his ancestors and relatives. There was an echo in her own soul to this primitive lyric cry,--"Give me the Coast!"
(Need we explain that to the true son of California there is but one "Coast" in all the world?)
The old judge smiled sympathetically in response to the cry. Evidently he liked the young man, for he was at great pains to point out to him everything of interest and to explain certain historic monuments that they pa.s.sed.
Alton had never been notable as a place of residence even in Adelle"s childhood, but now it was almost completely converted to industrial uses. The stove factory had grown like a tropic plant, and had sp.a.w.ned about itself a number of parasitic industries, such as tack-mills, paper-box factories, and other occupations that use the labor of women and children. It was one long, smoky, grimy thoroughfare, where in a small, congested area the coa.r.s.er labors of humanity were performed wholesale by a race of imported gnomes, such as might be found in any of the larger centers of the country. Alton was not one of the "show places," and it may be wondered why the judge had chosen to drive his guests thither instead of to the famous parks of the city.
But Adelle suspected something of his purpose, and more when they turned into that brick maze of small streets that had once been Clark"s Field.
At this the Californian"s mobile face expressed frank contempt, not to say disgust. Even on this beautiful May morning, Clark"s Field, with its close-packed rows of lofty tenements, its narrow, dirty alleys, and monotonous blocks of ugly brick facades, was dreary, depressing, a needless monstrosity of civilization. And all this had come about in a little over ten years, as the judge carefully explained to the mason. It had taken less than a generation to cover Clark"s Field with its load of brick and mortar, to make it into a swarming hive of mean human lives--a triumph of our day, so often boastfully celebrated in newspaper and magazine, the triumph of efficient property exploitation by the Washington Trust Company under the thin disguise of the "Clark"s Field a.s.sociates"!