And Katrine found, as the train pulled out, that there was another who had not been unmindful of her going, for Frank"s man appeared from nowhere, touched his hat with accented deference, gave her a letter in silence, and disappeared into the blankness from which he came. But for the envelope she held, Katrine might have believed him a vision that had pa.s.sed.
There was no formal beginning. The letter ran:
I shall not see you again until I know the truth. You will understand the reasons. I am going to Ravenel to-day to make some investigations. Of the outcome of these I cannot speak.
In all of this there is one thing sure. Everything may be changed in my life but my love for you.
F.R.
It was still early in October when Katrine returned to New York and to Nora, who was waiting for her in an old-fashioned apartment just off Washington Square. The Irishwoman had driven a thrifty bargain for the place, and in a well-contented spirit was setting up the household goods.
There was a great porch at the rear of the rooms, with locust-trees in the yard below, and Nora had already put flowers in pots about it, to make a "nearly garden," she explained. Here, for over a month, Katrine enjoyed the homemaking; the arranging of her Paris belongings; the transformation of the shabby surroundings into a delightful spot of restful color and peace.
The day after her arrival from the Van Rensselaer"s, Nora announced, with a twinkle in her eye, that there was a gentleman below whom she had told to come right up, and Barney O"Grady entered before his mother had ceased speaking.
Katrine greeted him with affectionate remembrance, smiling as she did so at the change in this boy whom she had helped to New York. He was flashily dressed, after the style of a college freshman, and conversed, as she discovered, in a language known only to the New York newspaper man, who, as some one told her later, has a "slanguage" all his own.
No one could have been more helpful than he, in their present situation, however, and Katrine learned anew day by day the grat.i.tude he cherished toward her for the help given so long before.
Slender and tall, with red face and high cheek-bones, thin nose turned upward, showing the inside of the nostril, and the lines like a parenthesis mark on either side of the mouth, he scanned the world alertly with his pale-blue eyes, scenting news like a human hunter-dog.
But he had many of the faults of his race, for with fine insight and ability to forecast events, he fell short in the execution of his brave schemes; failed to keep the respect of others after he had won it; accepted insufficient proof on all subjects, relying dangerously on a much-vaunted intuition, a fault in him which changed Katrine"s whole life. In a way, he had become a power in the newspaper world, and had, as she discovered, a knowledge of the private affairs of prominent people which seemed supernatural; and it was a habit of his to look over the names in a newspaper, remarking cheerfully at intervals:
"There"s another man that I could put in jail."
But there was an unworded matter which gave Katrine a kinder feeling toward Barney than either her love for Nora or any past acquaintance between them might have done, and this was his admiration for Frank Ravenel.
If Barney had any knowledge, directly, through Nora, or indirectly through his intuition, of the interwovenness of Katrine"s life with Ravenel"s, he had the taste and the ability to conceal it.
But his literary temperament got the better of him where Katrine was concerned, and before a week was past he set up a hopeless pa.s.sion for her, as she laughingly put it.
"He"d die for you, Miss Katrine," Nora explained one evening.
"Sure I don"t doubt it for a minute, if there were enough people by to see him do it," Katrine answered, with Irish comprehension.
With this over-informed person, her little French maid, whom Barney called "Her Irresponsible Frenchiness," and Nora, Katrine spent a busy month trying to forget her meeting with Frank entirely. In the daytime she could do this, but at night she wondered much concerning him--if he were back at Ravenel; if Dermott had proceeded in the bitter business concerning the early marriage, with many plans for readjustments in case he had done so.
Through Barney, who still clung to many of his North Carolina a.s.sociates, Katrine had news of Frank"s return to Ravenel immediately after the Van Rensselaer visit, and of a sudden journey to France following close upon the heels of his return.
Early in November--it was the afternoon of the first snowfall--delayed letters came from Josef containing the St. Petersburg contracts for her signature. She was to have her premiere in May, and Josef wrote that he would go up from Paris with her.
This arrangement was widely published at the time in London and Paris, so that the claim afterward made that Katrine"s Metropolitan engagement was cancelled because of her divine forgetfulness the night she was to sing for Melba can be proven utterly untrue.
In the mail containing the contracts came other letters, the most important being one from Dermott, stating as an incident that her debt to Frank had been cancelled, and as a matter of p.r.o.nounced importance that he was wearing a new green tie. He ended by saying that he would give an account of his stewardship on January 1st, and that he hoped he had done his duty to her and his dearly remembered cousin. He wrote no word of Ravenel, neither of developments nor compromises, and Katrine concluded not unnaturally that the matter had been allowed to rest.
But she reckoned without two important persons in this conclusion. The first was McDermott, who, as he put it, "wasn"t going to betray a trust because a girl flouted him a bit"; and the second, Ravenel himself, who was showing a fine honor and great courage in the quiet, unflagging search he was making for the truth.
She saw McDermott but twice during this time, though he sent almost daily messages or tokens of his remembrance. During his first visit he mentioned, casually, however, the disturbed condition of Wall Street, and that he was watching the money situation day and night with little time for visiting.
His second coming was a fortnight later. In the afternoon Katrine had been reading by the fire an old Italian tale of love and death. It seemed hardly an epoch-making experience in her life, and yet there had come to her, like the letting in of sudden light, the knowledge that love was beyond and above reason, as religion is, as life itself, of which love is the cause. She had worked to forget, had been taught how to forget, yet she knew she had not forgotten, and that her listlessness since her visit to Mrs. Van Rensselaer had been chiefly worry lest trouble should come to Frank.
At five Nora brought in the tea-things, and Katrine closed the book over which she had been dreaming.
"Nora," she began, for the Irishwoman was like a mother to her, "did you ever forget your first love?"
"I did worse than that, I married him. Barney"s the result," was the answer.
"But you never could have married any one else but Dennis, could you?"
Katrine persisted.
"Niver!" the little old woman returned, with ready decision. "He bate me, Miss Katrine, and misprized me, and came and wint as he listed, and finally left me altogether; but I could never have chose another. It"s the way with Irishwomen, that! The drame of it niver comes but the wance--niver but the wance," she repeated, looking into the fire, but seeing the old sea-wall at Killybegs, with flowers on top of it, against a cloudy sky, and a sailor boy with bold black eyes calling to her from the boats.
And Katrine, her tea forgotten, repeated, "It"s that way with Irishwomen--the dream never comes but once."
At sunset the bitter wind which had been blowing all day long turned into a gale, a rascal wind, which slapped a handful of sleet and ice, hard as gla.s.s, on one side of your face, and scurried round the corner to come back and strike harder from an entirely different direction.
The storm must have suited his mood in some way, for Dermott McDermott chose to walk through it, arriving at Katrine"s door breathless and flushed, the fur of his coat gleaming with ice and snow. Here he found a glowing fire, with the old mahogany settle on one side and the green grandmother"s chair on the other; the dull glow of old tapestry; flowers; the odor of mignonette; and Katrine herself, in a scarlet gown, delighted as a child at his coming. Perhaps it was the clatter and roaring and discomfort without which accentuated the peace and happiness within, and led him, more than he knew, to that precipitancy of conduct which ended disastrously for him. As he sat in the great green chair Katrine looked up at him from the settle, and something in the intensity of his gaze made her make a quick gesture of warning to him before he spoke.
"Will you marry me, Katrine?"
She looked again quickly, to see if he could be jesting. In North Carolina it was his custom to ask her every day; but his sudden pallor and the choked voice told how terribly he was in earnest.
She answered, with a note of despair in her voice, "I wish with all my heart I could, Dermott."
"And why not?" he asked.
"It wouldn"t be fair to you. There is some one else," she explained, bravely, a great wave of coloring coming to her face at the confession.
"Whom ye will marry?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I think not. It seems as if I could almost say I hope not."
"Dear," Dermott said, "I"ve loved you--always--ever since I"ve known you. When you were just a wee bit girl in New York, six years ago, and ye stood off the mob of boys who were baiting the old Jew--since then I"ve taken every thought for you I could. And I"m asking you to believe me when I tell you that I want your happiness more than my own. I"ve felt always that you"ll never succeed as a public singer, and here of late, since I"ve known the St. Petersburg contracts were signed, I"ve suffered in my thoughts of you. We"ll just leave another suitor out of the question. It"s these public appearances of yours I dread at the present. If stage life could be as it seems from the right side of the footlights; if you knew nothing of the people or their lives, except as Valentine or Siegfried, it would be different. But the meanness of it; the little jealousies; the ignorant egotisms; I am afraid you can never do it, you will despise it so."
He waited a little as though recalling stage life, in which he had taken some active part, before he continued with a n.o.ble selfishness.
"And I dread this St. Petersburg experience! You, just a bit of a girl alone, with n.o.body but an old Irishwoman and that Josef, who has a rainbow in his soul but no common-sense in his head. So, whether you care or not, I want you to know, to remember, if trouble comes, that there"s a man here in New York thinking always of you, _one who would give his life to save you from pain_."
XXVI
DERMOTT MCDERMOTT
"You who were ever alert to befriend a man, You who were ever the first to defend a man, You who had always the money to lend a man Down on his luck and hard up for a V.
Sure you"ll be playing a harp in beat.i.tude (And a quare sight you will be in that att.i.tude) Some day, where grat.i.tude seems but a plat.i.tude, You"ll find your lat.i.tude."