Race Moran, as she called him, was a handsome enough man, though rather flashy in appearance. But the evil look that came quickly on his face, no less than his huge and burly build, indicated that he would have been more at home in a barroom or a street fight, than where he was. For just a moment he seemed about to say more, but apparently thought better of it, and turning away with what sounded like a muttered oath, he walked toward the Senator, who stood at the other side of the room.
"I"ve made an enemy for you, Mr. Wade," said Helen, half laughingly and half seriously, as she led the way to the conservatory, closely followed by her eager escort.
"Well," said Wade lightly, "they say a man is poor, indeed, who hasn"t a few enemies. I don"t know that one more or less is of great importance, but it is well to know something about them. Who is the gentleman?"
"I hardly think you would call him a gentleman," said Helen, "though he thinks he"s one; I wouldn"t tolerate him a moment, only on my father"s account. Dad calls him a political heeler, and says he is very useful."
"He ought to be that," said Wade, smiling; "I"d hardly call him ornamental."
"Indeed he isn"t," said Helen, pouting prettily, "and he presumes too much on Dad"s favor. He actually persecutes me with his attentions, but you know a politician"s daughter has to put up with a good deal, sometimes."
"I don"t think you need to suffer much," said Wade, gallantly. "You will always find admirers enough to stand between you and any trouble you may have. I rather think there is one of them coming this way at the moment.
I shall certainly take pleasure in recognizing Mr. Moran as an enemy, but is this likely to be another one?"
"Oh, no," said Helen, laughingly, as an effeminate looking young man came up, evidently in search of her.
"I beg pardon, Miss Helen," he said, with a bow that seemed to include Wade, politely enough, in the apology, "But your mother asked me to find you. She wants you to meet some new guests who have just arrived."
"Oh, bother," said Helen carelessly. "She can look after them for a while. Tell her I"ll be with her by-and-by," and she turned back to Wade, paying no further attention to the luckless messenger, who departed, hiding his chagrin as best he could, though not very successfully.
After he had gone, she said, "No, I don"t think Maxwell Frayne is likely to be an enemy; at least, not one that you need fear. He is a gentleman, though he is too insipid to interest me."
"And you think Moran is a man to fear," asked Wade, trying to speak gravely, but showing amus.e.m.e.nt in spite of himself.
"I don"t believe you fear the devil," said Helen, with open admiration, "but Race Moran can be very dangerous, and I feel sure he will try to injure you, if he ever finds a chance."
"Well in that case he will at least be interesting," said Wade, lightly.
He would have been amazed if he had realized at the time how prophetic the girl"s words were.
For the moment, however, he had little thought of peril and adventures to come. The time, the girl and the place, were all at hand, and he plunged headlong into a complication that kept him for weeks in Chicago, strongly inclined to stay permanently, yet reluctant to settle in a city so little to his liking, when the great out-doors was calling to him so urgently.
While the petals of the pa.s.sion flower were unfolding so rapidly in the conservatory, Race Moran had taken the Senator to the latter"s private room where they had had many secret conferences before. He had done the great man favors in New York where he was a valuable cog in the political machine, while the Senator was still a newcomer in the field, and with accurate judgment he had foreseen that Rexhill would be a winner.
Quick to see opportunities, he had cultivated the latter"s acquaintance and courted his favor until he had become the Senator"s most trusted adherent, and was admitted to the closest intimacy, so that he had become a constant visitor in the Rexhill home, and had definitely determined in his own mind, to become one of the family. He knew well enough that Helen disliked him, but his ideas of women had been gained from a.s.sociation with a cla.s.s that is easily dominated, and he was confident of his own powers, which, in fact, were very considerable.
The Senator was not blind to the other"s purpose, but though he was far from approving it, having other ideas concerning the daughter he idolized, he had not sought to discourage Moran, nor did he intend to.
He would let him go on until a crisis should come, and in the meantime, Moran had not declared himself.
Helen"s insolence at the door of the conservatory, however, had stung Moran, and as soon as he had the Senator in seclusion, he broke out.
"Who is that puppy Helen has on a string to-night?" he demanded roughly.
But the Senator could overlook rudeness when it suited his purpose to do so.
"I wouldn"t call him a puppy exactly," he said, pleasantly enough; "he is a good deal younger than you and I, but he comes of pretty good stock in your town, Moran, and Stout tells me he has distinguished himself already in two or three ways. I reckon he"d be a pretty good friend to have, if he ever takes an interest in politics."
"Oh, I know the Wade family all right," said Moran impatiently; "they belong to the silk stockings, but we have our own way of dealing with that kind in New York, and I"m able to do the same thing anywhere else, if I have to. Maybe I will have to if he comes between me and Helen.
Senator, I want to marry that girl myself. I ain"t asking your consent, exactly, for me and her will be likely to do what we want to, anyhow, but I"d a heap rather have you favor the match."
That was almost too much, but the Senator knew his man and also knew how valuable he was. There was no sense in breaking with him until it was unavoidable, so he still spoke pleasantly, though he had flushed with anger for a moment.
"Yes, I reckon you and Helen will do as you like about it, especially as Helen likes. It was sort of decent of you to speak to me first, but there doesn"t seem to be anything particular for me to say till you find out what Helen really thinks."
"Oh, I"ll find that out, all right," said Moran, boastfully. "But this Wade person better look out; I might have him run into the river some night, if he pokes his nose in too far."
"I"d go easy on that, if I were you," said the Senator laughing heartily, "a dead Wade might interfere with your plans worse than a live one."
"Oh, of course," replied Moran, refusing to laugh. "I talk foolish with my mouth sometimes, when I"m mad, but all the same, he"d better look out."
"Now I wonder," said the Senator thoughtfully, after the other had left him, "how long it will be before he does find out, and how serious it will be. He"s. .h.i.t pretty hard, but I will have to keep him along some way or other; I can"t afford to lose him."
And he sat musing over his cigar till one by one his guests had gone, but not until the great drawing room was well-nigh empty, did Helen leave the conservatory.
For a few weeks thereafter Chicago seemed, to Gordon Wade"s fancy, to be the very center of the Universe. Gradually, however, the st.u.r.dy nature of the man a.s.serted itself, and realizing that for him there were many more desirable places, he determined to look farther before choosing a permanent home. He told Helen frankly of his purpose, and to his great satisfaction she approved. There was no definite word of marriage between them, though they both looked forward to it and both, at the time of parting, deemed the understanding complete between them.
Helen would have had him turn to the East, for her heart was set on city life in one of the world"s great capitals, but he declared he must see the West before deciding, and though she was dissatisfied, she was too wise to seek the domination she intended, at that stage of the game.
He departed, therefore, to find in Wyoming later on, his ideal of a home. His thought of Chicago thereafter, was that of the place where the girl he thought he loved was waiting for him, to claim her, so soon as his home was made suitable. There was much to do by way of preparation, however, and almost imperceptibly his ardor cooled as he found himself becoming prominent among the bold and independent citizens who were rapidly putting Wyoming on the map.
CHAPTER III
JEALOUSY
Meantime, many things of great interest to Gordon Wade happened without his knowledge.
A national election at which the previously dominant party was defeated, was a sad blow to Senator Rexhill, who not only suffered in prestige but in pocket. There was no question, even in the minds of his friends, that he frequently used his political influence to back up the many business enterprises in which he held an interest, and in which the greater part of his quickly-made fortune was invested. With the loss of his political pull, disaster came to one after another of those enterprises, and his successive losses were soon heavy enough to drive him almost to desperation.
His previous successes, however, had all been due to the audacity of his plans, for his boldness and courage were unquestionable. For a time he felt confident of winning again, and accordingly, maintained his lavish expenditures and luxurious style of living, with no word of caution to his wife and daughter, and he continued to seek for the long chances in business that offered the largest risks and the greatest gains.
All the redeeming qualities of his nature (and he had more than his enemies gave him credit for), were shown in his family life, and it was not surprising that Helen and her mother were both undisturbed by the gathering storm, but continued to live as he encouraged them to, having perfect confidence in his ability to overcome any and all the difficulties he might encounter.
Mrs. Rexhill continued to dream of social distinction. Failing to see that she had lost much of her own prestige by the Senator"s political reverses, she continued to entertain so extravagantly in her palatial home, that she was still tolerated and she took infinite satisfaction in the position she thought she occupied.
She considered Chicago the greatest city in the world, and she dreamed of Helen as its queen. To her mind, the easiest way to accomplish that ambition was to persuade Helen to marry Maxwell Frayne. He had persistently courted the girl ever since he first met her, and he was heir to the great Frayne fortune.
The idea was not entirely revolting to Helen, though she had a small opinion of the elegant young trifler who pursued her so persistently, for she, too, had social aspirations, though being more clear-sighted than her mother, she dreamed of wider circles than those of Chicago. Her husband, whoever he was to be, should take her to Paris, or at least to New York.
Her infatuation for Gordon Wade, however, was as strong as ever. Perhaps she was right in thinking of it as true love, but she was greatly annoyed by Wade"s choice of a ranchman"s life, and by his settling down out of the world, as she considered he had done. Her letters to him, tender as they were, told him plainly enough of her dissatisfaction, and thereby undoubtedly contributed to the slow growth of his indifference.
For a time she failed to perceive this, and enjoying the excitement of the life she was leading, she was content to wait till Wade should tire of the wilderness, as she fully expected him to do, and should return to her. So she drifted, until after a time her suspicions were aroused by the tone of his letters, and she became anxious.
As time went on, Senator Rexhill"s affairs became more and more involved. He realized that he stood little chance of reelection, when his term of office should expire, and meantime, his fortune dwindled rapidly, though he was still careful not to betray that fact at home.
Moran knew the situation perfectly well, but he remained outwardly loyal to his employer, partly because of the latter"s liberality, but more, perhaps, because of the hope he still had of winning Helen eventually, despite the dislike she took no pains to hide.