"Well, I ain"t goin" to give him no divorce, you bet!" said the girl fiercely. "I worked hard enough to get a real marriage an" I ain"t goin" to give up to no fash"nable swell. I"m"s good"s she is, an" I"ve got my rights an I"ll hev "em. An" besides, there"s baby--!" Her face softened and took on a love light; and immediately Michael was reminded of the madonna picture again. "I"ve got to think o" him!" Michael marvelled to see that the girl was revelling in her possession, of the little helpless burden who had been the cause of her sorrow.
"Tell me about it." His voice was very gentle. He recalled suddenly that this was Sam"s girl. Poor Sam, too! The world was a terribly tangled mess of trouble.
"Well, there ain"t much to tell that counts, only he kep" comp"ny with me, an" I wouldn"t hev ennythin" else but a real marriage, an" so he giv in, an" we hed a couple o" rooms in a real respectable house an" hed it fine till he had to go away on business, he said. I never "b"leeved that. Why he was downright rich. He"s a real swell, you know. What kind o" business cud he have?" Lizzie straightened herself proudly and held her head high.
"About whom are you talking?" asked Michael.
"Why, my husband, "course, Mr. Sty-ve-zant Carter. You ken see his name in the paper real often. He didn"t want me to know his real name. He hed me call him Dan Hunt fer two months, but I caught on, an" he was real mad fer a while. He said his ma didn"t like the match, an" he didn"t want folks to know he"d got married, it might hurt him with some of his swell friends--"
"You don"t mean to tell me that Mr. Stuyvesant Carter ever really married you!" said Michael incredulously.
"Sure!" said Lizzie proudly, "married me jest like enny swell; got me a dimon ring an" a silk lined suit an" a willer plume an everythin"." Lizzie held up a grimy hand on which Michael saw a showy glitter of jewelry.
"Have you anything to show for it?" asked Michael, expecting her of course to say no. "Have you any certificate or paper to prove that you were married according to law?"
"Sure!" said Lizzie triumphantly, drawing forth a crumpled roll from the folds of her dress and smoothing it out before his astonished eyes.
There it was, a printed wedding certificate, done in blue and gold with a colored picture of two clasped hands under a white dove with a gold ring in its beak. Beneath was an idealized boat with silken sails bearing two people down a rose-lined river of life; and the whole was bordered with orange blossoms. It was one of those old-fashioned affairs that country ministers used to give their parishioners in the years gone by, and are still to be had in some dusty corners of a forgotten drawer in country book stores. But Michael recognized at once that it was a real certificate. He read it carefully. The blanks were all filled in, the date she gave of the marriage was there, and the name of the bridegroom though evidently written in a disguised hand could be deciphered: "Sty. Carter." Michael did not recognize the names of either the witnesses or the officiating minister.
"How do you happen to have Mr. Carter"s real name here when you say he married you under an a.s.sumed name?" he asked moving his finger thoughtfully over the blurred name that had evidently been scratched out and written over again.
"I made him put it in after I found out who he was," said Lizzie. "He couldn"t come it over me thet-a-way. He was awful gone on me then, an" I cud do most ennythin" with him. It was "fore she c.u.m home from Europe! She jes" went fer him an" turned his head. Ef I"d a-knowed in time I"d gone an"
tole her, but land sakes! I don"t "spose "twould a done much good. I would a-ben to her before, only I was fool "nough to promise him I wouldn"t say nothin" to her ef he"d keep away from her. You see I needed money awful bad fer baby. He don"t take to livin" awful good. He cries a lot an" I bed to hev thin"s fer "im, so I threatened him ef he didn"t do sompin" I"d go tell her; an" he up an" forked over, but not till I promised. But now they say the papers is tellin" he"s to marry her to-night, an" I gotta stop it somehow. I got my rights an" baby"s to look after, promise er no promise, Ken I get him arrested?"
"I am not sure what you can do until I look into the matter," Michael said gravely. Would the paper he held help or would it not, in his mission to Starr"s father? And would it be too late? His heavy heart could not answer.
"Do you know these witnesses?"
"Sure." said Lizzie confidently. "They"re all swells. They come down with him when he come to be married. I never seen "em again, but they was real jolly an" nice. They give me a bokay of real roses an" a bracelet made like a snake with green gla.s.s eyes."
"And the minister? Which is his church?"
"I"m sure I donno," said Lizzie. "I never ast. He Come along an" was ez jolly ez enny of "em. He drank more"n all of "em put together. He was awful game fer a preacher."
Michael"s heart began to sink. Was this a genuine marriage after all? Could anything be proved? He questioned the girl carefully, and after a few minutes sent her on her way promising to do all in his power to help her and arranging to let her know as soon as possible if there was anything she could do.
That was a busy afternoon for Michael. The arrival of the steamer was forgotten. His telephone rang vainly on his desk to a silent room. He was out tramping over the city in search of the witnesses and the minister who had signed Lizzie"s marriage certificate.
Meantime the afternoon papers came out with a glowing account of the wedding that was to be, headed by the pictures of Starr and Mr. Carter, for the wedding was a great event in society circles.
Lizzie on her hopeful way back to the alley, confident that Michael, the angel of the alley, would do something for her, heard the boys crying the afternoon edition of the paper, and was seized with a desire to see if her husband"s picture would be in again. She could ill spare the penny from her scanty store that she spent for it, but then, what was money in a case like this? Michael would do something for her and she would have more money.
Besides, if worst came to worst she would go to the fine lady and threaten to make it all public, and she would give her money.
Lizzie had had more advantages than most of her cla.s.s in the alley. She had worked in a seash.o.r.e restaurant several summers and could read a little.
From the newspaper account she gathered enough to rouse her half-soothed frenzy. Her eyes flashed fire as she went about her dark little tenement room making baby comfortable. His feeble wail and his sweet eyes looking into hers only fanned the fury of her flame. She determined not to wait for Michael, but to go on her own account at once to that girl that was stealing away her husband, her baby"s father, and tell her what she was doing.
With the cunning of her kind Lizzie dressed herself in her best; a soiled pink silk shirtwaist with elbow sleeves, a spotted and torn black skirt that showed a tattered orange silk petticoat beneath its ungainly length, a wide white hat with soiled and draggled willow plume of Alice blue, and high-heeled pumps run over on their uppers. If she had but known it she looked ten times better in the old Madonna shawl she had worn to Michael"s office, but she took great satisfaction in being able to dress appropriately when she went to the swells.
The poor baby she wrapped in his soiled little best, and pinned a large untidy pink satin bow on the back of his dirty little blanket. Then she started on her mission.
Now Starr had just heard that her father"s vessel would be at the dock in a trifle over an hour and her heart was light and happy. Somehow all her misgivings seemed to flee away, now that he was coming. She flew from one room to another like a wild bird, trilling s.n.a.t.c.hes of song, and looking prettier than ever.
"Aw, the wee sweet bairnie!" murmured the old Scotch nurse. "If only her man will be gude to her!"
There was some special bit of Starr"s attire for the evening that had not arrived. She was in a twitter of expectancy about it, to be sure it pleased her, and when she heard the bell she rushed to the head of the stairs and was half-way down to see if it had come, when the servant opened the door to Lizzie and her baby.
One second more and the door would have closed hopelessly on poor Lizzie, for no servant in that house would have thought of admitting such a creature to the presence of their lady a few hours before her wedding; but Starr, poised half-way on the landing, called, "What is it, Graves, some one to see me?"
"But she"s not the sort of person--Miss Starr!" protested Graves with the door only open a crack now.
"Never mind, Graves, I"ll see her for a minute. I can"t deny anyone on my wedding day you know, and father almost safely here. Show her into the little reception room." She smiled a ravishing smile on the devoted Graves, so with many qualms of conscience and misgivings as to what the mistress would say if she found out, Graves ushered Lizzie and her baby to the room indicated and Starr fluttered down to see her. So it was Starr"s own doings that Lizzie came into her presence on that eventful afternoon.
"Oh, what a sweet baby!" exclaimed Starr eagerly, "is he yours?" Lizzie"s fierce eyes softened.
"Sit down and tell me who you are. Wait, I"ll have some tea brought for you. You look tired. And won"t you let me give that sweet baby a little white shawl of mine. I"m to be married to-night and I"d like to give him a wedding present," she laughed gaily, and Morton was sent for the shawl and another servant for the tea, while Starr amused herself by making the baby crow at her.
Lizzie sat in wonder. Almost for the moment she forgot her errand watching this sweet girl in her lovely attire making much of her baby. But when the tea had been brought and the soft white wool shawl wrapped around the smiling baby Starr said again:
"Now please tell me who you are and what you have come for. I can"t give you but a minute or two more. This is a busy day, you know."
Lizzie"s brow darkened.
"I"m Mrs. Carter!" she said drawing herself up with conscious pride.
"Carter?" said Starr politely.
"Yes, I"m the wife of the man you"re goin" to marry to-night, an" this is his child, I thought I"d come an" tell you "fore "twas too late. I thought ef you had enny goodness in you you"d put a stop to this an" give me my rights, an" you seem to hev some heart. Can"t you call it off? You wouldn"t want to take my husband away from me, would you? You can get plenty others an" I"m jest a plain workin" girl, an" he"s mine anyhow, an" this is his kid."
Starr had started to her feet, her eyes wide, her hand fluttering to her heart.
"Stop!" she cried. "You must be crazy to say such things. My poor girl, you have made a great mistake. Your husband is some other Mr. Carter I suppose.
My Mr. Carter is not that kind of a man. He has never been married--"
"Yes, he has!" interposed Lizzie fiercely, "He"s married all right, an" I got the c"tif"ct all right too, only I couldn"t bring it this time cause I lef" it with my lawyer; but you can see it ef you want to, with his name all straight, "Sty-Vee-Zant Carter," all writ out. I see to it that he writ it himself. I kin read meself, pretty good, so I knowed."
"I am very sorry for you," said Starr sweetly, though her heart was heating violently in spite of her efforts to be calm and to tell herself that she must get rid of this wretched impostor without making a scene for the servants to witness: "I am very sorry, but you have made some great mistake. There isn"t anything I can do for you now, but later when I come back to New York if you care to look me up I will try to do something for baby."
Lizzie stood erect in the middle of the little room, her face slowly changing to a stony stare, her eyes fairly blazing with anger.
"De"yer mean ter tell me yer a goin" t"go on an" marry my husban" jes"
ez ef nothin" had happened? Ain"t yer goin" ter ast him ef it"s true ner nothin"? Ain"t yer goin" t" find out what"s true "bout him? "R d"ye want "im so bad ye don"t care who yer hurt, or wot he is, so long"s he makes a big splurge before folks? Ain"t you a-goin" ter ast him "bout it?"
"Oh, why certainly, of course," said Starr as if she were pacifying a frantic child, "I can ask him. I will ask him of course, but I _know_ that you are mistaken. Now really, I shall have to say good afternoon. I haven"t another minute to spare. You must go!"
"I shan"t stir a step till you promise me thet you"ll ast him right straight away. Ain"t you all got no telyphone? Well, you kin call him up an" ast him. Jest ast him why he didn"t never speak to you of his wife Lizzie, and where he was the evenin" of Augus" four. That"s the date on the c"tif"ct! Tell him you seen me an" then see wot he says. Tell him my lawyer is a goin" to fix him ef he goes on. It"ll be in all the papers to-morrer mornin" ef he goes on. An" you c"n say I shan"t never consent to no _di_-vorce, they ain"t respectable, an" I got to think o" that on baby"s account."
"If you will go quietly away now and say nothing more about this to anyone I will tell Mr. Carter all about you," said Starr, her voice trembling with the effort at self-control.