"It"s only Mr. Linnevitch," said Daisy, smiling very sweetly. "It"s not me. _I_ trust you." Her eyes were like two serene stars.
Barstow leaned closer and spoke lower. "Miss Obloski," he said, "Daisy"--and he lingered on the name--"there"s only one thing you could say that I"d rather hear."
Daisy wanted to ask what that was. But there was no natural coquetry in the girl. She did not dare.
She did not see him again for three whole days; but she fed upon his last words to her until she was ready, and even eager, to say that other thing which alone he would rather hear than that she trusted him.
Between breakfast and dinner on the fourth day a tremendous great man, thick in the chest and stomach, wearing a frock coat and a glossy silk hat, entered the restaurant. The man"s face, a miracle of close shaving, had the same descending look of heaviness as his body. But it was a strong, commanding face in spite of the pouched eyes and the drooping flesh about the jaws and chin. Daisy, busy with her book-keeping, looked up and smiled, with her strong instinct for friendliness.
The gentleman removed his hat. Most of his head was bald. "You"ll be Miss Obloski," he said. "The top o" the mornin" to you, miss. My boy has often spoken of you. I call him my boy bekase he"s been like a son to me--like a son. Is Linnevitch in? Never mind, I know the way."
He opened, without knocking upon it, the door which led from the restaurant into the Linnevitches" parlor. Evidently a great man. And how beautifully and touchingly he had spoken of Barstow! Daisy returned to her addition. Two and three are six and seven are twelve and four are nineteen. Then she frowned and tried again.
The great man was a long time closeted with Linnevitch. She could hear their voices, now loud and angry, now subdued. But she could not gather what they were talking about.
At length the two emerged from the parlor--Linnevitch flushed, red, sullen, and browbeaten; the stranger grandly at ease, an unlighted cigar in his mouth. He took off his hat to Daisy, bent his brows upon her with an admiring glance, and pa.s.sed out into the sunlight.
"Who was it?" said Daisy.
"That," said Linnevitch, "is Cullinan, the boss--Bull Cullinan. Once he was a policeman, and now he is a millionaire."
There was a curious mixture of contempt, of fear, and of adulation in Linnevitch"s voice.
"He is come here," he said, "to tell me about that young feller."
"Oh!" exclaimed Daisy. "Mr. Barstow?"
Linnevitch did not meet her eye. "I am wrong," he said, "and that young feller is O. K."
When Daisy came back from her first dancing lesson, Mr. and Mrs.
Linnevitch were sitting up for her. Her gayety and high spirits seemed to move the couple, especially Linnevitch, deeply. He insisted that she eat some crackers and drink a gla.s.s of milk. He was wonderfully gentle, almost tender, in his manner; but whenever she looked at him he looked away.
VI
It was as if heaven had opened before Daisy. The blood in her veins moved to the rhythm of dance music; her vision was being fed upon color and light. And, for she was still a child, she was taken great wonders to behold: dogs that rode upon bicycles, men who played upon fifty instruments, clowns that caused whole theatres to roar with laughter, ladies that dove from dizzy heights, bears that drank beer, Apollos that seemed to have been born turning wonderful somersaults. And always at her side was her man, her well-beloved, to explain and to protect. He was careful of her, careful as a man is careful who carries a gla.s.s of water filled to overflowing without losing a drop. And if little by little he explained what he called "life" to her, it was with delicacy, with gravity--even, as it seemed, with sorrow.
His kisses filled her at first with a wonderful tenderness; at last with desire, so that her eyes narrowed and she breathed quickly. At this point in their relations Barstow put off his pleading, cajoling manner, and began, little by little, to play the master. In the matter of dress and deportment he issued orders now instead of suggestions; and she only worshipped him the more.
When he knew in his heart that she could refuse him nothing he proposed marriage. Or rather, he issued a mandate. He had led her to a seat after a romping dance. She was highly flushed with the exercise and the contact, a little in disarray, breathing fast, a wonderful look of exaltation and promise in her face. He was white, as always, methodic, and cool--the man who arranges, who makes light of difficulties, who gives orders; the man who has money in his pocket.
"Kid," he whispered, "when the restaurant closes to-morrow night I am going to take you to see a friend of mine--an alderman."
She smiled brightly, lips parted in expectation. She knew by experience that he would presently tell her why.
"You"re to quit Linnevitch for good," he said. "So have your things ready."
Although the place was so crowded that whirling couples occasionally b.u.mped into their knees or stumbled over their feet, Barstow took her hand with the nave and easy manner of those East Siders whom he affected to despise.
"You didn"t guess we were going to be married so soon, did you?" he said.
She pressed his hand. Her eyes were round with wonder.
"At first," he went on, "we"ll look about before we go to house-keeping. I"ve taken nice rooms for us--a parlor and bedroom suite.
Then we can take our time looking until we find just the right house-keeping flat."
"Oh," she said, "are you sure you want me?"
He teased her. He said, "Oh, I don"t know" and "I wouldn"t wonder," and pursed up his lips in scorn; but at the same time he regarded her out of the corners of roguish eyes. "Say, kid," he said presently--and his gravity betokened the importance of the matter--"Cullinan"s dead for it.
He"s going to be a witness, and afterward he"s going to blow us to supper--just us two. How"s that?"
"Oh," she exclaimed, "that"s fine!"
The next morning Daisy told Mr. and Mrs. Linnevitch that she was to be married as soon as the restaurant closed. But they had schooled themselves by now to expect this event, and said very little.
Linnevitch, however, was very quiet all day. Every now and then an expression little short of murderous came into his face, to be followed by a vacant, dazed look, and this in turn by sudden uncontrollable starts of horror. At these times he might have stood for "Judas beginning to realize what he has done."
Barstow, carrying Daisy"s parcel, went out first. He was always tactful.
Daisy flung herself into Mrs. Linnevitch"s arms. The undemonstrative woman shed tears and kissed her. Linnevitch could not speak. And when Daisy had gone at last, the couple stood and looked at the floor between them. So I have seen a father and mother stand and look into the coffin of their only child.
If the reader"s suspicions have been aroused, let me set them at rest.
The marriage was genuine. It was performed in good faith by a genuine alderman. The groom and the great Mr. Cullinan even went so far as to disport genuine and generous white boutonnieres. Daisy cried a little; the words that she had to say seemed so wonderful to her, a new revelation, as it were, of the kingdom and glory of love. But when she was promising to cleave to Barstow in sickness and peril till death parted them, her heart beat with a great, valiant fierceness. So the heart of the female tiger beats in tenderness for her young.
Barstow was excited and nervous, as became a groom. Even the great Mr.
Cullinan shook a little under the paternal jocoseness with which he came forward to kiss the bride.
There was a supper waiting in the parlor of the rooms which Barstow had hired: cold meats, salad, fruit, and a bottle of champagne. While the gentlemen divested themselves of their hats and overcoats, Daisy carried her parcel into the bedroom and opened it on the bureau. Then she took off her hat and tidied her hair. She hardly recognized the face that looked out of the mirror. She had never, before that moment, realized that she was beautiful, that she had something to give to the man she loved that was worth giving. Her eyes fell upon her old doll, the companion of so many years. She laughed a happy little laugh. She had grown up. The doll was only a doll now. But she kissed it, because she loved it still. And she put it carefully away in a drawer, lest the sight of a childishness offend the lord and master.
As she pa.s.sed the great double bed, with its two snow-white pillows, her knees weakened. It was like a hint to perform a neglected duty. She knelt, and prayed G.o.d to let her make Barstow happy forever and ever.
Then, beautiful and abashed, she joined the gentlemen.
As she seated herself with dignity, as became a good housewife presiding at her own table, the two gentlemen lifted their gla.s.ses of champagne.
There was a full gla.s.s beside Daisy"s plate. Her fingers closed lightly about the stem; but she looked to Barstow for orders. "Ought I?" she said.
"Sure," said he, "a little champagne--won"t hurt you."
No, Daisy; only what was in the champagne. She had her little moment of exhilaration, of self-delighting ease and vivacity--then dizziness, then awful nausea, and awful fear, and oblivion.
The great Mr. Cullinan--Bull Cullinan--caught her as she was falling. He regarded the bridegroom with eyes in which there was no expression whatever.
"Get out!" he said.
And then he was alone with her, and safe, in the dark shadow of the wings.
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