"But how could I have known that war was to be declared so soon?" he demanded.
Braden and Simeon Dodge left the restaurant together. They were old friends, college-mates, and of the same age. Dodge had gone into the law- school after his academic course, and Thorpe into the medical college.
Their ways did not part, however. Both were looked upon as heirs to huge fortunes, and to both was offered the rather doubtful popularity that usually is granted to affluence. Thorpe accepted his share with the caution of the wise man, while Dodge, not a whit less capable, took his as a philanderer. He now had an office in a big down-town building, but he never went near it except when his partner took it into his head to go away for a month"s vacation at the slack season of the year. At such periods Mr. Dodge, being ages younger than the junior member of the firm, made it his practice to go down to the office and attend to the business with an earnestness that surprised every one. He gave over frolicking and stuck resolutely to the "knitting" that Johnson had left behind. Possessed of a natural though thrifty intelligence,-one that wasted little in public,-and a latent energy that could lift him occasionally above a perfectly normal laziness, he made as much of his opportunities as one could expect of a young man who has two hundred thousand a year and an amiable disposition.
No one in the city was more popular than Simmy Dodge, and no one more deservedly so, for his bad qualities were never so bad that one need hesitate about calling him a good fellow. His habits were easy but genteel. When intoxicated he never smashed things, and when sober,-which was his common condition,-he took extremely good care of other people"s reputations. Women liked him, which should not be surprising; and men liked him because he was not to be spoiled by the women who liked him, which is saying a great deal for an indolent young man with money. He had a smile that always appeared at its best in the morning, and survived the day with amazing endurance. And that also is saying a great deal for a young man who is favoured by both s.e.xes and a _supposedly_ neutral Dame Fortune at the same time. He had broken many of the laws of man and some of those imposed by G.o.d, but he always paid without apology. He was inevitably pardoned by man and paroled by his Maker,-which is as much as to say that he led a pretty decent sort of existence and enjoyed exceedingly good health.
He really wasn"t much to look at. Being a trifle under medium height, weighing less than one hundred and twenty pounds stripped, as wiry as a cat and as indefatigable as a Scotch terrier, and with an abnormally large pair of ears that stood out like oyster sh.e.l.ls from the sides of a round, sleek head, he made no pretentions to physical splendour,-unless, by chance, you would call the perky little straw-coloured moustache that adorned his long upper lip a tribute to vanity. His eyes were blue and merry and set wide apart under a bulging, intellectual looking forehead, and his teeth were large and as white as snow. When he laughed the world laughed with him, and when he tried to appear downcast the laughter went on just the same, for then he was more amusing than ever.
"I didn"t know you were a friend of hers," said he as they stood in front of the hotel waiting for the taxi that was to take Thorpe to a hospital.
Thorpe remembered the admonition. "I tried to put a little back-bone into George Tresslyn at the time of the rumpus, if that"s what you"d call being a friend to her," he said evasively.
"She"s a nice little girl," said Simmy, "and she"s been darned badly treated. Mrs. Tresslyn has never gotten over the fact that Lutie made her pay handsomely to get the n.o.ble Georgie back into the smart set. Plucky little beggar, too. Lot of people like the Fenns and the Roush girls have taken her up, primarily, I suppose, because the Tresslyns threw her down.
She"s making good with them, too, after a fashion all her own. Must be something fine in a girl like that, Brady,-I mean something worth while.
Straight as a string, and a long way from being a disgrace to the name of Tresslyn. Quaint, isn"t she?"
"Amazingly so. I think George would marry her all over again if she"d have him, mother or no mother."
"Well, she"s quaint in another respect," said Dodge. "She still considers herself to be George Tresslyn"s wife."
"Religion?"
"Not a bit of it. She just says she is, that"s all, and what G.o.d joined together no woman can put asunder. She means Mrs. Tresslyn, of course. By the way, Brady, I wonder if I"m still enough of a pal to be allowed to say something to you." The blue eyes were serious and there was a sort of caressing note in his voice.
"We"ve always been pals, Simmy."
"Well, it"s just this: I"m darned sorry things have turned out as they have for you. It"s a rotten shame. Why don"t you choke that old grandparent of yours? Put him out of his misery. Anne has told me of your diabolical designs upon the hopelessly afflicted. She used to talk about it for hours while you were in London,-and I had to listen with shivers running up and down my back all the time. n.o.body on earth could blame you for putting the quietus on old Templeton Thorpe. He is about as hopelessly afflicted as any one I know,-begging your pardon for treading on the family toes."
"He"s quite sane, Simmy," said Braden, with a smile that was meant to be pleasant but fell short of the mark.
"He"s an infernal old traitor, then," said Simmy hotly. "I wouldn"t treat a dog as he has treated you,-no kind of a dog, mind you. Not even a Pekinese, and I hate "em worse than snakes. What the devil does Anne mean?
Lordy, Lordy, man, she"s always been in love with you. She-but, forgive me, old chap, I oughtn"t to run on like this. I didn"t mean to open a sore-"
"It"s all right, Simmy. I understand. Thanks, old boy. It was a pretty stiff blow, but-well, I"m still on my pins, as you see."
Dodge was hanging onto the door of the taxi, impeding his friend"s departure. "She"s too fine a girl to be doing a rotten thing like this. I don"t mind telling you I"ve always been in-er-that is, I"ve always had a tender spot for Anne. I suppose you know that?"
"I know that, Simmy."
"Hang it all, I never dreamed that she"d look at any one else but you, so I never even peeped a word to her about my own feelings. And here she goes, throwing you over like a shot, and spilling everything. Confound it, man, if I"d thought she could possibly want to marry anybody else but you, I"d have had my try. The good Lord knows I"m not much, but by thunder, I"m not decrepit. I-I suppose it was the money, eh?"
"That"s for you to say, Simmy; certainly not for me."
"If it"s money she"s after and not an Adonis, I don"t see why the deuce she didn"t advertise. I would have answered in a minute. I can"t help saying it, old man, but I feel sorry for Anne, "pon my soul, I do. I don"t think she"s doing this of her own free will. See what her mother did to George and that little girl in there? I tell you there"s something nasty and-"
"I may as well tell you that Anne _is_ doing this thing of her own free will," said Braden gravely.
"I don"t believe it," said Dodge.
"At any rate, Simmy, I"m grateful to you for standing clear while there was still a chance for me. So long! I must be getting up to the hospital, and then around to see her doctor."
"So long, Brady. See you on Thursday." He meant, good soul, that he would be at the hospital on that day.
CHAPTER VIII
An hour later, Mr. Simeon Dodge appeared at the home of Anne Tresslyn. In place of his usual care-free manner there now rested upon him an air of extreme gravity. This late afternoon visit was the result of an inspiration. After leaving Thorpe he found himself deeply buried in reflection which amounted almost to abstraction. He was disturbed by the persistency of the thoughts that nagged at him, no matter whither his aimless footsteps carried him. For the life of him, he could not put from his mind the conviction that Anne Tresslyn was not responsible for her actions.
He was convinced that she had been bullied, cowed, coerced, or whatever you like, into this atrocious marriage, and, of course, there could be no one to blame but her soulless mother. The girl ought to be saved. (These are Simmy"s thoughts.) She was being sacrificed to the greed of an unnatural mother. Admitting, for the sake of argument, that she was no longer in love with Braden Thorpe, there still remained the positive conviction that she could not be in love with any one else, and certainly not with that treacherous old man in Washington Square. That, of course, was utterly impossible, so there was but the one alternative: she was being forced into a marriage that would bring the most money into the hands of the designing and, to him, clearly unnatural parent.
He knew nothing of the ante-nuptial settlement, nor was he aware of the old man"s quixotic design in coming between Braden and the girl he loved.
To Simmy it was nothing short of brigandage, a sort of moral outlawry. Old Templeton Thorpe deserved a coat of tar and feathers, and there was no word for the punishment that ought to be meted out to Mrs. Tresslyn. He tried to think of what ought to be done to her, and, getting as far as boiling oil, gave up in despair, for even that was too much like compa.s.sion.
Money! The whole beastly business was money! He thought of his own unestimated wealth. Nothing but money,-horrible, insensate, devastating money! He shuddered as he thought of what his money was likely to bring to him in the end: a loveless wife; avarice in place of respect; misery instead of joy; destruction! How was he ever to know whether a girl was marrying him for himself or for the right to lay hands upon the money his father had left to him when he died? How can any rich man know what he is getting into when he permits a girl to come into his home? To burglarise it with the sanction of State and Church, perhaps, and to escape with the connivance of both after she"s got all she wants. That"s where the poor man has an advantage over the unprotected rich: he is never confronted by a problem like this. He doesn"t have to stop and wonder why the woman marries him. He knows it"s love, or stupidity, or morality, but it is never duplicity.
Before he got through with it, Simmy had worked himself into a state of desperation. Regarding himself with unprejudiced eyes he saw that he was not the sort of man a girl would choose for a husband unless he had something besides a happy, loving disposition to offer. She would marry him for his money, of course; certainly he would be the last to suspect her of marrying him for his beauty. He had never thought of it in this light before, and he was wet with the sweat of anguish. He could never be sure! He could love a woman with all his heart and soul, and still never be sure of her! Were all the girls he had loved in his college days-But here he stopped. It was too terrible to even contemplate, this unmerited popularity of his! If only one of them had been honest enough to make fun of his ears, or to snicker when he became impa.s.sioned, or to smile contemptuously from her superior height when he asked her to dance,-if only one of them had turned her back upon him, then he would have grasped the unwelcome truth about himself. But, now that he thought of it, not one of them had ever turned a deaf ear to his cajoleries, not one had failed to respond to his blandishments, not one had been sincere enough to frown upon him when he tried to be witty. And that brought him to another sickening standstill: was he as bright and clever and witty as people made him out to be? Wasn"t he a dreadful bore, a blithering a.s.s, after all? He felt himself turning cold to the marrow as he thought of the real value that people placed upon him. He even tried to recall a single thing that he had ever said that he could now, in sober judgment, regard as bright or even fairly clever. He couldn"t, so then, after all, it was quite clear that he was tolerated because he had nothing but money.
Just as he was about to retire from his club where he had gone for solace, an inspiration was born. It sent him forthwith to Anne Tresslyn"s home, dogged, determined and manfully disillusioned.
"Miss Tresslyn is very busy, Mr. Dodge," said Rawson, "but she says she will see you, sir, if you will wait a few moments."
"I"ll wait," said Simmy, and sat down.
He had come to the remarkable conclusion that as long as some one had to marry him for his money it might as well be Anne. He was fond of her and he could at least spare her the ignominy and horror of being wedded to old Templeton Thorpe. With his friend Braden admittedly out of the running, there was no just cause why he should not at least have a try at saving Anne. She might jump at the chance. He was already blaming himself for not having recognised her peril, her dire necessity, long before this. And since he had reached the dismal conclusion that no one could possibly love him, it would be the sensible thing on his part to at least marry some one whom he loved, thereby securing, in a way, half of a bargain when he might otherwise have to put up with nothing at all. At any rate, he would be doing Anne a good turn by marrying her, and it was reasonably certain that she would not bring him any more unhappiness than any other woman who might accept him.
As he sat there waiting for her he began to cla.s.sify his financial holdings, putting certain railroads and industrials into cla.s.s one, others into cla.s.s two, and so on to the best of his ability to recollect what really comprised his fortune. It was rather a hopeless task, for to save his life he could not remember whether he had Lake Sh.o.r.e stock or West Sh.o.r.e stock, and he did not know what Standard Oil was selling at, nor any of the bank stocks except the Fifth Avenue, which seldom went below forty- five hundred. There might be a very awkward situation, too, if he couldn"t justify his proposal with facts instead of conjectures. Suppose that she came out point blank and asked him what he was worth: what could he say?
But then, of course, she wouldn"t have to ask such a question. If she considered it possible to marry him, she would _know_ how much he was worth without inquiring. As a matter of fact, she probably knew to a dollar, and that was a great deal more than he knew.
Half an hour pa.s.sed before she came down. She was wearing her hat and was b.u.t.toning her gloves as she came hurriedly into the room. Simmy had a startling impression that he had seen a great many women putting on their gloves as they came into rooms where he was waiting. The significance of this extraordinary custom had never struck him with full force before. In the gloom of his present appraisal of himself, he now realised with shocking distinctness that the women he called upon were always on the point of going somewhere else.
"h.e.l.lo, Simmy," cried Anne gaily. He had never seen her looking more beautiful. There was real colour in her smooth cheeks and the sparkle of enthusiasm in her big, dark eyes.
He shook hands with her. "h.e.l.lo," he said.
"I can spare you just twenty minutes, Simmy," she said, peering at the little French clock on the mantelpiece with the frankest sort of calculation. "Going to the dressmaker"s at five, you know. It"s a great business, this getting married, Simmy. You ought to try it."
"I know I ought," said he, pulling a chair up close to hers. "That"s what I came to see you about, Anne."
She gave a little shriek of wonder. "For heaven"s sake, Simmy, don"t tell me that _you_ are going to be married. I can"t believe it."
He made note of the emphasis she put upon the p.r.o.noun, and secretly resented it.
"Depends entirely on you, Anne," he said. He looked over his shoulder to see if any one was within the sound of his voice, which he took the precaution to lower to what had always been a successful tone in days when he was considered quite an excellent purveyor of sweet nothings in dim hallways, shady nooks and unpopulated stairways. "I want you to marry me right away," he went on, but not with that amazing confidence of yester- years.
Anne blinked. Then she drew back and stared at him for a moment. A merry smile followed her brief inspection.