Dangerous Days

Chapter 51

"We brought her out of her sh.e.l.l," said Terry, genially, "because the country is going to make history to-night. The sort of history Audrey has been shouting for for months."

The little party was very grave. Yet, of them all, only the Spencers would be directly affected. The Mackenzies had no children.

"b.u.t.ton, my secretary," Terry announced, "is in Washington. He is to call me here when the message is finished."

"Isn"t it possible," said Natalie, recalling a headline from the evening paper, "that the House may cause an indefinite delay?"

And, as usual, Clayton wondered at the adroitness with which, in the talk that followed, she escaped detection.

They sat long at the table, rather as though they clung together. And Nolan insisted on figuring the cost of war in money.

"Queer thing," he said. "In ancient times the cost of war fell almost entirely on the poor. But it"s the rich who will pay for this war. All taxation is directed primarily against the rich."

"The poor pay in blood," said Audrey, rather sharply. "They give their lives, and that is all they have."

"Rich and poor are going to do that, now," old Terry broke in. "Fight against it all you like, you members of the privileged cla.s.s, the draft is coming. This is every man"s war."

But Clayton Spencer was watching Natalie. She had paled and was fingering her liqueur-gla.s.s absently. Behind her lowered eyelids he surmised that again she was planning. But what? Then it came to him, like a flash. Old Terry had said the draft would exempt married men. She meant to marry Graham to a girl she detested, to save him from danger.

Through it all, however, and in spite of his anger and apprehension, he was sorry for her. Sorry for her craven spirit. Sorry even with an understanding that came from his own fears. Sorry for her, that she had remained an essential child in a time that would tax the utmost maturity. She was a child. Even her selfishness was the selfishness of a spoiled child. She craved things, and the spirit, the essence of life, escaped her.

And beside him was Audrey, valiant-eyed, courageous, honest. Natalie and Audrey! Some time during the evening his thoughts took this form: that there were two sorts of people in the world: those who seized their own happiness, at any cost; and those who saw the promised land from a far hill, and having seen it, turned back.

CHAPTER x.x.xI

Graham was waiting in Clayton"s dressing-room when he went up-stairs.

Through the closed door they could hear Natalie"s sleepy and rather fretful orders to her maid. Graham rose when he entered, and threw away his cigaret.

"I guess it has come, father."

"It looks like it."

A great wave of tenderness for the boy flooded over him. That tall, straight body, cast in his own mold, but young, only ready to live, that was to be cast into the crucible of war, to come out--G.o.d alone knew how. And not his boy only, but millions of other boys. Yet--better to break the body than ruin the soul.

"How is mother taking it?"

Natalie"s voice came through the door. She was insisting that the house be kept quiet the next morning. She wanted to sleep late. Clayton caught the boy"s eyes on him, and a half smile on his face.

"Does she know?"

"Yes."

"She isn"t taking it very hard, is she?" Then his voice changed. "I wish you"d talk to her, father. She"s--well, she"s got me! You see, I promised her not to go in without her consent."

"When did you do that?"

"The night we broke with Germany in February. I was a fool, but she was crying, and I didn"t know what else to do. And"--there was a ring of desperation in his voice--"she"s holding me to it. I"ve been to her over and over again."

"And you want to go?"

"Want to go! I"ve got to go."

He broke out then into a wild appeal. He wanted to get away. He was making a mess of all sorts of things. He wasn"t any good. He would try to make good in the army. Maybe it was only the adventure he wanted--he didn"t know. He hadn"t gone into that. He hated the Germans. He wanted one chance at them, anyhow. They were beasts.

Clayton, listening, was amazed at the depth of feeling and anger in his voice.

"I"ll talk to your mother," he agreed, when the boy"s pa.s.sion had spent itself. "I think she will release you." But he was less certain than he pretended to be. He remembered Natalie"s drooping eyelids that night at dinner. She might absolve him from the promise, but there were other ways of holding him back than promises.

"Perhaps we would better go into the situation thoroughly," he suggested. "I have rather understood, lately, that you--what about Marion Hayden, Graham?"

"I"m engaged to her."

There was rather a long pause. Clayton"s face was expressionless.

"Since when?"

"Last fall, sir."

"Does your mother know?"

"I told her, yes." He looked up quickly. "I didn"t tell you. I knew you disliked her, and mother said?" He checked himself. "Marion wanted to wait. She wanted to be welcome when she came into the family."

"I don"t so much dislike her as I--disapprove of her."

"That"s rather worse, isn"t it?"

Clayton was tired. His very spirit was tired. He sat down in his big chair by the fire.

"She is older than you are, you know."

"I don"t see what that has to do with it, father."

In Clayton"s defense was his own situation. He did not want the boy to repeat his mistakes, to marry the wrong woman, and then find, too late, the right one. During the impa.s.sioned appeal that followed he was doggedly determined to prevent that. Perhaps he lost the urgency in the boy"s voice. Perhaps in his new conviction that the pa.s.sions of the forties were the only real ones, he took too little count of the urge of youth.

He roused himself.

"You think you are really in love with her?"

"I want her. I know that."

"That"s different. That"s--you are too young to know what you want."

"I ought to be married. It would settle me. I"m sick of batting round."

"You want to marry before you enter the army?"

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