"You needn"t laugh. She"s very--unusual and--But I dare say you wouldn"t tell me, anyhow."
"If I have excited your curiosity, I am delighted," Gray declared.
"Please let me return at lunch time and gratify it. I promise to talk upon that subject which every man can discuss to best advantage--himself--and I pledge myself not to ask one single question about you, Miss Good. Not one--" He bowed ceremoniously over her hand.
"Although, as you can imagine, I"m dying to ask a thousand."
CHAPTER VIII
The luncheon hour was long in arriving, and when it did come around Calvin Gray regretted that he had elected to play a game of make-believe with "Miss Good," for she rigidly held him to his promise, and however adroitly he undertook to ascertain who or what she was, she foiled him. It gave her a mischievous pleasure to evade his carefully laid conversational traps, and what little he learned came from Ma Briskow. Briefly, it amounted to this: Miss Good was what the elder woman called "home folks," but she had been schooled in the East.
Moreover, she was in the oil business. This last bit of intelligence naturally intrigued the man, and he undertook to gain further illumination, but only to have the girl pretend that he knew all about it. He accepted this checkmate with the best possible grace, but revenged himself by a.s.suming the airs and privileges of a friend more intimate even than Miss Good had implied, a pretense that confused and even annoyed her. For some reason this counterfeit pleased him; it was extremely agreeable even to pretend a close acquaintance with this girl.
The luncheon went off gaily enough, then Gray was again banished with instructions to return at closing time.
"You took a mean, a malicious advantage of an offer intended only to spare your feelings. And you haven"t any," he told Miss Good when they had a chance for a word alone.
"I have no feelings?"
"None. Or you"d see that I"m perishing of curiosity."
She shook her head, and her blue eyes laughed at him provokingly.
"Curiosity is fatal only to cats. It is good for people."
"I shall find out all about you."
"How?"
"By cross-examining the Briskows, perhaps."
"But they"re waiting to have you tell them what you know. I"ve seen to that."
"If they ask any questions, I"ll invent a story. I"ll act confused, self-conscious. I"ll make them think you are a much dearer friend than I have pretended, so far; dearer, even, than I can hope you ever will be."
"That wouldn"t be fair."
"There are occasions when everything is fair. Perhaps these store people know something--"
"Nothing whatever."
"Then, for Heaven"s sake, release me from my pledge!" Gray spoke desperately. "When I return, permit me to ask those thousand questions, and what others occur to me. Won"t you?"
The girl pondered this request briefly, then smiled. "Very well. If you are still curious, when you see me, I"ll tell you who I am."
"A bargain! I"ll be back early." More seriously, Gray declared: "I must tell you right now how perfectly splendid I think you are. You have completely renewed my belief in human kindness, and I"m sure your name must be Miss Good."
But a disappointment awaited Calvin Gray when, late that afternoon, he returned to the store. Miss Good had gone. At first he refused to believe Ma Briskow"s statement, but it was true: she had disappeared as quietly and as un.o.btrusively as she had appeared, and, what was more annoying, she had left no word whatever for him. This was practical joking, for a certainty, and Gray told himself that he abhorred practical jokes. It was a jolt to his pride to have his attentions thus ignored, but what irked him most was the fact that he was stopped, by reason of his deceit, from making any direct inquiries that might lead to a further acquaintance with the girl.
Mrs. Briskow, however, was in no condition either to note his dismay or to volunteer information upon any except one subject; to wit, corns.
Human hearts were of less concern to her, for the time being, than human feet, and hers were killing her. She began a recital of her sufferings, as intimate, as agonizing, and as confidential as if Gray were a practicing chiropodist. What she had to say about tight shoes was bitter in the extreme; she voiced a gloomy conviction that the alarming increase in suicides was due to bunions. The good woman confessed that she dearly loved finery and had bought right and left with reckless extravagance, but all the merchandise in this department store was not worth the anguish she had endured this day. With her stiff little bonnet tilted carelessly over her wrinkled forehead, she declared emphatically that she would gladly swap all her purchases at this moment for a tub of hot water.
"Where is Allie?" Gray inquired.
"Lord knows! She"s som"eres around bein" worked over by a couple of women. Gettin" her hair washed an" her finger nails cured an" I dunno what not. Mercy me! The things Miss Good had "em do to her! An" the money we"ve spent! Allie"s gone hog wild." The complaint ended in a stifled moan induced perhaps by some darting pain, then without further ado Ma Briskow unb.u.t.toned one shoe and removed it. "Whew!" She leaned back in her chair, wiggled her stockinged toes, and feebly fanned herself. "But wait till you see her. I can"t scarcely reco"nize my own flesh an" blood. I never seen such a change in a human person."
Gray pretended to listen as the good woman babbled on, but he was thinking about the girl who had disappeared. He was surprised at the keenness of his chagrin. He had seen Miss Good but a short time, and she had made no effort whatever to excite his interest; nevertheless, she remained a tantalizingly vivid picture in his mind. It was extraordinary.
So engrossed was he in his thoughts that he did not notice Allegheny Briskow until she stood close beside him. Then, indeed, he experienced a shock, for it was difficult to recognize in this handsome, modish young woman the awkward, ill-dressed country girl he had seen at noon.
Allie was positively stunning. She was completely transformed from the soles of her well-shod feet to the tip of her French coiffure, and what was more astonishing, she had lost much of her self-consciousness and carried herself with a native grace that became her well.
"Why, _Allie!_" Gray exclaimed. "You"re wonderful! Let me see you." He stood off and gazed at her while she revolved before him.
"Sakes alive! Who"d ever s"pose you"d look like _that!_" the mother exclaimed.
"Miss Good told me I"d look nice, but I didn"t believe her. Do I?"
"You"re wonderful, Allie." Gray said it with conviction.
"Honest? You ain"t laughin" at me?" The amazon"s voice quavered.
"Can"t you see? Look at yourself. I"m proud of you."
"I--She said--" Allegheny twisted her hands, she cast an appealing glance at her mother, but the latter was staring at her in open amazement, slowly nodding her head and clucking.
"Tse! Tse! Tse!" It was an approving cluck, and it had a peculiar effect upon the girl. Allegheny"s tears started, she turned suddenly and hid her face in her hands.
Gray crossed quickly to her side, saying: "There! We"ve overdone it the first day, and you"re tired."
"I _ain"t_ tired." His sympathy brought audible sobs; the girl"s shoulders began to heave.
"Well, _I_ am," the mother complained. "I"m wore to the bone. Allie!
You dry up an" stop that snivelin" so we kin go home and I kin let my feet swell, an" scream."
"You"re not too tired, I hope, to have dinner with Allie and me in the big dining room at the Ajax?" Gray said, gayly. "You"ll be all right after an hour"s rest, and--"I want to show her off, if her nose isn"t too red."
"I "ain"t seen that girl cry in ten years," Ma declared, in mingled wonderment and irritation. "Why, she didn"t cry when Number One blowed in."
Allie spoke between her sobs. "There wasn"t nothin" to cry for, then.
But--Miss Good said I--I"d look jest as purty as other folks when I got fixed up. An" _he_ says--I do."
Gray decided that all women are vain. Nevertheless, it surprised him to discover the trait so early in Allegheny Briskow.
It was on the second day thereafter that Gus Briskow appeared at the hotel. He came unexpectedly, and he still wore his rough ranch clothes.
After an hour or more spent with his wife and daughter, he went down to Gray"s room and thanked him for the a.s.sistance he had rendered the two women.
Followed a few moments of desultory conversation, then he put an abrupt question: "Mr. Gray, you"re a rich man, ain"t you?"
"I--am so considered."