"Oh, no; not rude--merely sincere. We are not sincere any more, I think; except on the frontier edges of us. Are we?"
Ford took exceptions to the charge for the sheer pleasure of hearing her talk.
"I"d be sorry to believe that," he protested. "The conventions account for something, of course; and I suppose the polite lie which deceives no one has to have standing-room. But every now and then one is surprised into telling the truth, don"t you think?"
"If I can"t fully agree with you, I can at least admire your point of view," she said amiably. "Is it Western--or merely human?"
He laughed.
"Shall we a.s.sume that the one implies the other? That would be in accordance with your point of view, wouldn"t it?"
"Yes; but it would be a distinct reversal of yours. Truth belongs to another and simpler time than ours. We are conventional first and everything else afterward."
"Are we?" he queried. "Some few hundreds or thousands of us may be; but for the remainder of our eighty-odd millions the conventions are things to be put on and off like Sunday garments. And even the chosen few of us brush them aside upon occasion; ignore them utterly, as we two are ignoring them at this moment."
She proved his a.s.sertion by continuing to talk to him, and the dining-car was emptying itself when they realized that there is an end even to a most leisurely dinner. Ford paid the steward as they left the car, but in the Pullman he went back to first principles and insisted upon some kind of a definite accounting for the lost purse.
"Now you will tell me now much I threw away for you, and I"ll pay my debt," he said, when she had hospitably made room for him in the opposing seat of her section.
"Indeed, you will do nothing of the kind!" she a.s.serted. "You will give me your card--we"re going back to the conventions now--and when we reach the city you may lend me enough money to take me up-town. And to-morrow morning my brother will pay you back."
He gave in because he had to.
"You are much more lenient than I deserve. Really, you ought to stick me good and hard for my awkwardness. It would serve me right."
"I am considering the motive," she said almost wistfully, he fancied.
"We have drifted very far from all those quiet anchorages of courtesy and helpfulness. If we lived simpler lives--"
He smiled at the turn she was giving it.
"Are you, too, bitten with the fad of the moment, "the simple life"?" he asked. "Let me a.s.sure you that it is beautiful only when you can look down upon it from the safe alt.i.tude of a comfortable income. I know, because I"ve been living it for the past two years."
She looked as if she were sorry for him.
"That is rank heresy!" she declared. "Our forefathers had the better of us in many ways, and their simpler manner of living was one of them.
They had time for all the little courtesies and kindnesses that make life truly worth living."
Ford"s laugh was boyishly derisive.
"Yes; they certainly had plenty of time; but they didn"t have much else.
Why, just think, for a moment, of what our own America would be if merely one of the modern civilizers, the railroads, had never existed.
There simply wouldn"t be any America, as we know it now."
"How can you say that?"
"Because it is so. For nearly two centuries we stood still, because there were no means of locomotion--which is another word for progress and civilization. But in less than fifty years after the first railroad was built we had become a great nation."
She was silenced, if not wholly convinced; and a few minutes later the train drew into the Forty-second Street Station. When the parting time came, Ford dutifully gathered her belongings, said good-by, and put her on a north-bound subway; all this without remembering that he did not know her name. The recollection came, however, when the subway train shot away into the tunnel.
"Of all the blockheads!" he growled, apostrophizing his own unreadiness.
"But I"ll find her again. She said she"d send her brother to the hotel with the dinner money, and when I get hold of him it will go hard with me if I don"t manage some way to get an introduction."
This was what was in his mind when he sought the down-town hotel whose name he had written on his card for her; it was his latest waking thought when he went to sleep that night, and his earliest when he awoke the following morning.
But when he went to the clerk"s desk, after a leisurely breakfast, to get his mail, he found that the sure thread of identification had broken in his fingers. There was a square envelope among the other letters in his key-box containing the exact amount of the young woman"s indebtedness to him; this, with a brief note of thanks--unsigned.
IV
COLD STORAGE
If courage, of the kind fitted to lead forlorn hopes, or marchings undaunted up to the muzzles of loaded cannon, be a matter of gifts and temperament, it is also in some degree a matter of environment.
Stuart Ford was Western born and bred; a product of the wider breathing s.p.a.ces. Given his proper battle-field, where the obstacles were elemental and the foes to be overcome were mere men of flesh and blood fighting freely in the open, he was a match for the l.u.s.tiest. But New York, with its submerging, jostling mult.i.tudes, its thickly crowding human vastness, and, more than all, its atmosphere of dollar-chasing, apparent and oppressive even to the transient pa.s.ser-by, disheartened him curiously.
It was not that he was more provincial than he had to be; for that matter, there is no provincialism so rampant as that of the thronging, striving, self-sufficient city. But isolation in any sort is a thing to be reckoned with. The two pioneering years in the Rockies had done their work,--of narrowing, as well as of broadening,--and the plunge into the chilling sea of the money-mad metropolis made him shiver and wish he were out.
This feeling was really at the bottom of the late rising and the leisurely breakfast, making him temporize where he had meant to be prompt, energetic and vigorously aggressive. Having pocketed the young woman"s unsigned note, he glanced at his watch and decided that it was still too early to go in search of President Colbrith.
"I don"t suppose he"ll be in his office for an hour yet," he mused reflectively; "and anyway, I guess I"d better go over the papers again, so I can be sure to speak my piece right end to. By Jove! I didn"t suppose a couple of thousand miles of easting would take the heart out of things the way it does. If I didn"t know better, I should think I"d come here to float the biggest kind of a fake, instead of a life-boat for the shipwrecked people in the Pacific Southwestern. It is beginning to look that way in spite of all I can do."
Going once again over his carefully tabulated argument did not help matters greatly. He was beginning to realize now how vastly, antipodally different the New York point of view might be from his own. It came to him with the benumbing effect of a blow that his own ambitions had persistently looked beyond the mere money-making results of his scheme.
Also, that President Colbrith and his fellow-investors might very easily refuse to consider any other phase of the revolutionary proposition he was about to lay before them.
By ten o"clock postponement was no longer a tenable city of refuge: the plunge had to be taken. Accordingly, he fared forth to present himself at the Broadway address given in the Pacific Southwestern printed matter as the New York headquarters of the company.
The number proved to be a ground floor, with the business office of the eastern traffic representative in front, and three or four private desk-rooms in the rear, one of them labeled "President" in inconspicuous gilt lettering. Entering, with less a.s.surance than if he had been the humblest of place-seekers out of a job, Ford was almost relieved to find only a closed desk, and a young man absently scanning a morning paper.
Inquiry developed a few facts, tersely stated but none the less enlightening. Mr. Colbrith was not in: the office was merely his nominal headquarters in the city and he occupied it only occasionally. His residence? It was in the Borough of the Bronx, pretty well up toward Yonkers--locality and means of access obligingly written out on a card for the caller by the clerk. Was Mr. Ford"s business of a routine nature? If so, perhaps, Mr. Ten Eyck, the general agent, could attend to it. Ford said it was not of a routine nature, and made his escape to inquire his way to the nearest subway station. To pause now was to lose the precious impetus of the start.
It was worth something to be whirled away blindly out of the stifling human vortex of the lower city; but Ford"s first glimpse of the Colbrith mansion depressed him again. The huge, formal house had once been the country residence of a retired dry-goods merchant. It fronted the river brazenly, and the fine old trees of a ten-acre park shamed its architectural stiffness. Ford knew the president a little by family repute and more particularly as a young subordinate knows the general in command. It struck him forcibly that the aspect of the house fitted the man. With the broad river and the distant Palisades to be dwelt upon, its outlook windows were narrow. With the sloping park and the great trees to give it dignity, it seemed to a.s.sume an artificial, plumb-line dignity of its own, impressive only as the product of rigid measurements and mechanical uprightness.
From the boulevard there was a gravelled driveway with a stone portal.
The iron gates were thrown wide, and at his entrance Ford stood aside to let an outgoing auto-car have the right of way. Being full of his errand, and of the abstraction of a depressed soul, Ford merely remarked that there were two persons in the car; a young man driving, and a young woman, veiled and dust-coated, in the mechanician"s seat beside him.
None the less, there floated out of the mist of abstraction an instantly vanishing phantom of half-recognition for the Westerner. Something in the pose of the young woman, the way she leaned forward and held her hat with the tips of her gloved fingers, was, for the fleeting moment, almost reminiscent.
If Ford had wished to speculate upon abstruse problems of ident.i.ty, there was neither time nor the mental apt.i.tude. A little later he had given his card to the servant at the door and was waiting in a darkened and most depressive library for the coming of the master of the house.
The five minutes of waiting nearly finished him. As the absurdly formal clock between the book-cases ticked off the leaden-winged seconds, his plan for the rescue of Pacific Southwestern took the form of a cra.s.s impertinence, and only the grim determination to see a lost cause decently coffined and buried kept the enthusiast with his face to the front.
After all, the beginning of the interview with the tall, thin, gray-haired and hatchet-faced old man, who presently stalked into the library and gave his hand with carefully adjusted cordiality to the son of one of his college cla.s.smates, was only a little more depressing: it was not mortal. Ford had been born in Illinois; and so, something better than a third of a century earlier, had the president. Moreover, Mr.
Colbrith had, in the hey-day of his youth, shared rooms with the elder Ford in the fresh-water university which had later numbered the younger Ford among its alumni. These things count for somewhat, even when the gap to be bridged is that between the president of a railroad and one of his minor officials.
But when the revolutionary project was introduced, the president"s guarded cordiality faded like a photographic proof-print in the sunlight, and the air of the darkened library grew coldly inclement.
"So you came to talk business, did you?" said the high, rasping voice out of the depths of the easy-chair opposite; and Ford raged inwardly at the thought that he had clearly placed himself at a disadvantage by becoming even constructively the guest of the president. "As a rule, I positively refuse to discuss such matters outside of their proper environment; but I"ll make an exception for Douglas Ford"s son. Your plan is simply impossible. I can understand how it may appear possible, and even attractive, to a young man, and especially to the young man who has invented it. But as an investment for capital--my dear young sir, go back to your division, and strive by faithful service to rise in the accepted and time-honored way. You are wasting your time in New York."