Bertha, standing silently by, was vaguely resenting Alice"s presence.
This feeling was not defined, but it was strong enough to darken her face and take the sparkle out of her eyes. She would have liked to do this work of fitting up his rooms; and he, on his part, saw that she was in sombre mood, and sought opportunity to come to where she stood. "I"m being congratulated on all sides for becoming a citizen of Colorado.
It"s quite like being initiated into some new club. In an Eastern town they"d let me jolly well alone. I"m going to like it immensely, I know, and it"s really due to you."
She found words difficult at the moment. His face and voice dazzled her like an open door towards sunshine, and after a moment"s pause she looked round the room, saying: "It"s going to be fine."
"I want it comfy, so that you and the Captain will feel like coming down often. We have a great deal to talk over before I shall really have a full understanding of your affairs. I"m going to bone into my books hard," he added, boyishly. "To tell the truth, I"ve taken life pretty easy. You see, my father left me a regular income, big enough to support me while I was studying law, but not enough to marry on." She couldn"t have told why, but this subject troubled her and confused her. She turned away again as he continued: "Alice has a little, not much, in her own right, and so it is really up to me to settle down and get to work.
Please don"t think you are taking the time of a rich and busy man like Crego. I am very grateful to you. It will enable us to plan a home here in the West."
Again that keen pang went through her heart, and he, looking towards Alice, so worn and drooping, was touched with dismay, almost fear.
She was talking to the Captain, but was furtively watching Bertie and Ben. "How erect and radiant and happy they are," she thought, and a doubt of the girl came into her mind. "She is so untrained and so young!" And in this mental exclamation she put her first fear that Ben might find his position as legal adviser complicated by the admiration of the Captain"s wife.
Something weirdly intuitive had come to Alice Heath in these later years. As her health declined and her flesh purified, she had come to possess uncanny powers of vision, and at times seemed to read the very innermost thoughts of those about her. The loss of her beauty, which had been exquisite as that of a rose, had made her morbid--which she knew and struggled against. She forecast the future, and this is disquieting to any one. "Here at this moment," she often said to herself, "my world is flooded with sunshine--a static world in appearance. But how will it be ten years from now? The clock ticks, the sun pa.s.ses, the universal sway of death extends." With the same acuteness with which she read other minds she read her own; but knowing that such imaginings were unnatural and distressing, she fought against them; yet they came in spite of herself. And the picture of Bertha standing there beside Ben filled her with a prophetic vision of what the girl-wife was to become: "She will grow in grace and in dignity, in understanding. She"s of good stock. She"s like a man in her power to raise herself above lowly conditions. Why are there not female Lincolns? There are, and she is one of them. Nearly all our great men were born and reared under conditions ruder than those which surrounded this girl. Why can"t she rise? She will rise--and then--"
She did not pursue the clew further, for the Captain was speaking. "And you, miss, can be of just as great service to me wife. She"s alone with me here in this town, and I"m a heavy load for her to carry. I am so.
Now that her house is in order the days are long. The people she"d like to know don"t drop in, and I suspect it"s because she"s Mart Haney"s wife."
She resumed her sprightly manner. "Oh no; I"m afraid if she were a poor girl she"d find these same people still more indifferent."
"True, miss. But would they act the same if she were Mart Haney"s widow?"
She flashed a deep-piercing, wondering glance at him. "Ah, that would be different. And yet," she hastened to say, "that would not make her acceptable to the really best people."
"What would, miss?" he asked, simply. "I"m a rough man, and I"ve led a rough life. I begin to see things now that I never saw before. What would give Bertha standing among the people you speak of?"
"Education, character. By character I mean she must be a personality."
"That she is!" He was emphatic in this.
"She certainly is a fascinating girl, and she promises to be a still more interesting woman."
"I"m not a wooden-head, miss. As a gambler, it was me business to read men"s faces. I see more than my little girl gives me credit for. I think I know why Mrs. Crego can"t see us as we pa.s.s by, and I was wise to them friends of yours the other day when they curled their tails and showed their teeth at sight of us. It"s because Bertie is the wife of a gambler. Isn"t that so, now?"
She rose with a start, for Bertha was coming towards them. "Hush! don"t talk about it any more--at present." And at this moment there pa.s.sed before her eyes a vision of this big man, crushed and writhing on a mountain-side, among deep green ferns. It lasted but an instant, like the memory of an event in childhood; a spot transient as a shadow--disconnected, without precursor or sequence; like a cloud over the wheat it gloomed a moment and was gone, and she gave herself up to the influence of the sunny room and Ben"s joyous plans.
This vision came back to her when she was alone in her own room an hour later, and stayed with her persistently. What did it mean? Did it presage an accident to him, or had it arisen from a vague knowledge of the cause of his wounding?
This singular and distressing rule governed her dreams of the future.
They were all of sorrow, death, physical calamities; never, or very rarely, of health and happiness; therefore, she seldom spoke of them.
"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof," her father was wont to say, and she had come to the same conclusion. Besides her faith in her predictive dreams was by no means fixed. She had reached but one comforting conclusion, and that was negative. If no vision came to reveal the future of any friend, she rested secure in the belief that he or she at least was to be free of disaster. It was a sweet and comforting fact to remember that no vision of Ben"s future had ever entered her consciousness. She did not even dream of him. And this was still more wonderful, for she had always understood that those we love are ever in our thoughts in slumber.
For some reason the day had been most wearing, and to dress for dinner was an effort. But she made herself as lovely as she could for Ben"s sake--and for the sake of the Congdons with whom they were to dine. "We are to be alone," Lee had "phoned, "for I want to talk with you like a Dutch aunt."
Alice knew as well as if Lee had spoken it what was coming. They were going to protest against Ben"s intimacy with the Haneys. And as soon as they were in their carriage she warned Ben. "You want to be on your guard to-night. The Congdons are going to advise you against accepting this retainer from Captain Haney."
He was too happy to do more than jokingly reply: "Too late! Bribe is in hand, and money mostly spent. What I want to ask you is more important.
When are we to start our "love in a cottage" idyl? It really looks possible now. Isn"t it beautiful to think we can really keep house out here and pay our way?"
"Oh, Ben!"--there was a wail in her voice--"I don"t seem to gain as I should! I"m completely tired out to-night."
He was all concern instantly, and putting his arm about her, tenderly exclaimed: "Dear heart, it was my fault. You shouldn"t have gone down at all."
"But don"t you see how revealing it is? If I can"t go down to your office to superintend the arrangement of a few rugs and chairs, how can I keep a house--your house--in order? No, dear boy, we mustn"t think of it--not now; perhaps by spring, but certainly not now."
He was both saddened and perplexed, and yet his disappointment was not so keen as it had been when she had put off their wedding-day the first time, and when she turned a white, despairing face up to him, saying wildly: "Oh, Benny, why don"t you give me up and marry some nice young girl?" He only took her in his arms and shut her lips with a kiss.
"No more such talk," he said; "you"re tired and a little morbid. Lee"s lecture will do you good. I hope she gets after you for letting yourself down into these detestable moods."
Signs of their troubled ride were on their faces as they entered the Congdon sitting-room (which also served as hall), and Lee put her arm about her guest with compa.s.sion uppermost in her heart. "You don"t look a bit well to-night. What have you been doing?"
"Nothing. That"s the worst of it. If I"d been scrubbing floors or cleaning silver I"d feel that I had a right to be tired, but I"ve only been down to Ben"s new office overseeing the laying of three rugs. I didn"t lift a hand, and now look at me!"
When they were in the privacy of Lee"s dressing-room the hostess studied her guest critically. "You"ve something on your mind," she announced.
"I always have something on my mind."
"I know you do, and if you"re ever going to get well you must get it off your mind. Do I know what it is?"
"If you don"t, you ought to. Since this retainer from Captain Haney, Ben is urging an immediate marriage."
Lee Congdon was an unconquerable realist and truth-teller, and she could not at the moment utter any other than a divergent word. "We got you here to-night to talk over that Haney business. We don"t entirely like it; at least, I don"t. Frank has no responsibility, never had. Haney is not a bad man, and she isn"t a bit low or common; but folks think she is. And it"s going to hurt you both, I"m afraid, to have anything to do socially with them."
"Oh, socially!" Alice cried, in disgust. "I thought we were coming to the big and boundless West, where such things don"t count."
"You have, and you haven"t. The Springs is a little of the West, a little of England, and a good deal of the East. It"s a foolish town in some ways, and I warn you lots of nice people will find it inconvenient to call on you for fear of meeting Mrs. Haney."
"Oh, rats!"
"Absurd, isn"t it? I"m glad you put on that dress. You don"t look tired now; your cheeks are blazing."
"With wrath--not health."
"At me?"
"Oh no. At these people who a.s.sume to dictate whom we shall know."
"They don"t do that, dear; they only think you"re paying too much for Ben"s new office. But come down to dinner; we"ll fight this out later."
Congdon was outspoken in his admiration. "By the Lord, the climate is getting in its work! Why, Alice, you"re radiant. You"re ten years younger to-night!"
"That"s because I"m angry."
"What about?"
"Your townspeople. Lee has made me feel as if I were the club-bar topic to-night."
Congdon became solemn--grim as a brazen image. "Mrs. Congdon, you"ve been making some of your tactful remarks."