The high-keyed, sumptuous dining-hall was filled with small tables exquisitely furnished, and the carpets underfoot, thick-piled and deep-toned, gave a singular solemnity to the function of eating. It was a temple raised to the glory of terrapin and "alligator pears"; and as the Captain moved slowly across the aisles, closely attended by a zealous waiter he smiled and said to his wife: "This is a long ways from Sibley and the Golden Eagle, Bertie, don"t you think?"
"It sure is," she replied, and her laughing lips and big pansy-purple eyes made her seem very young and very gay again.
Around her men and women in evening dress were feeding subduedly, while bevies of hawklike waiters swooped and circled, bearing platters, tureens, and baskets of iced wine-bottles. It made the hotel at Chicago appear like a plain, old-fashioned tavern, so remote, so European, so lavish, and yet so exaggeratedly quiet, was this service. Some of the women at the tables were spangled like the queens of the stage; mainly they were not only gloriously gowned, but in harmony with the sumptuous beauty around them. Their adornments made Bertha feel very rural and very shy.
"I wish I was younger," the Captain said, "I"d take ye to the theatre to-night, but I"m too tired. I could go for a couple of hours, but--to miss me sleep--"
"Don"t think of it," she hastened to command. "I don"t want to go. I"m just about all in, myself."
""Tis a shame, darlin", surely it is, to keep you from havin" a good time just because I am an old helpless side o" beef. "Tis not in me heart to play dog in the manger, Bertie. If ye"d like to go, do so.
Lucius will take ye."
"Nit," she curtly replied; "you rest up, and we"ll go to-morrow night.
We might take another turn and see the town by electric light; you could kind o" lean back in the car and take it easy."
This they did; and it was more moving, more appalling, to the girl than by day. The fury of traffic on Broadway, the crowds of people, the endless strings of brilliantly lighted street-cars, the floods of "busses, auto-cars, cabs, and carriages poured in upon the girl"s receptive brain a tide of perceptions of the city"s wealth, power, and complexity of social life which amazed while it exalted her. The idea that she might share in all this dazzled her. "We could live here," she thought; "the Captain"s income would keep us just anyway we wanted to live." But a vision of her own beautiful house under the shadow of the great peak came back to reproach her. Her horses and dogs awaited her.
This tumultuous island was only a place to visit, after all.
"Do you suppose this goes on every night?" she said to Haney, as they turned off Broadway.
"I reckon it does," he said. "How is that, Lucius?" he asked. "Is this a special performance, or does the old town do this every night?"
"In the season, yes, sir. It"s the last week of the Opera, and it"ll be quieter now till November."
They returned to their hotel with a sense of having touched the ultimate in civic splendor, human pride, and social complexity. New York had met most of their ideals. They were glad it was on American soil and in the nation"s metropolis; but, after all, it remained alien and mysterious, of a rank with Paris and London--the gateway city of the nation, where the Old World meets and mingles with the New.
CHAPTER XXI
BERTHA MAKES A PROMISE
As for Marshall Haney, as he went about New York and Brooklyn in search of his relations, he was astounded at the translation of the Irish laborer into something else. "In my time, when I left Troy, all the work in the streets was done by "micks," as they called "em. Now they"re gone--whisked away as ye"d sweep away a swarm of red ants, and here"s these black Dagos in their places. Where"s the Irishman gone--up or down? That"s what"s eatin" me. Is he dead or translated to a higher speer? "Tis a mysterious dispensation, and troubles me much."
He found a good many Donahues in Brooklyn, and plenty of them barkeepers; and after he"d pulled up half a dozen times at these "joints" Bertha began to pout. She didn"t like such places; and as they were riding in a showy auto-car (the grandest Lucius could secure), they were pretty middling noticeable. At last she said, more sharply than she had ever spoken to him before: "Mart, I don"t want any more of this. If you want to visit all the saloons in Brooklyn, I don"t. Here"s where I get out."
He was instantly remorseful. "I was thinkin" of that myself, Bertie.
Lucius and I will go on alone. We"ll send you back to the hotel in the "mobile whilst we take a hack."
Half doubting, half glad, she consented to this arrangement, and was soon whirling back towards the ferry, her guilty feeling giving place to a sense of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders--for a moment. She began to understand that half the pleasure she had taken in her hours with Moss and Humiston lay in the freedom from her husband"s over-shadowing presence. He was not a man to be ignored, as she had seen wives ignore and put aside their meek partners.
Marshall Haney even yet was a dominating personality, even though his family affairs were so insistent and so difficult to manage or explain.
If the father came her joy in her home would be gone, and yet she had no right to refuse him shelter.
At the same time she was less sure of her place in the world, now that she was alone. She had the feeling that if anything were to happen--if the motorman should demand his pay at the door, or the hotel-keeper refuse to go her bond, she would be helpless. The Captain, for all his shortcomings and physical disability, was master of every situation. He had been schooled by stern powers, and his capabilities of defence were still equal to almost any need.
On the ferry-boat she found herself surrounded by the swarms of people who are forever calculating expenditures, who never desert a garment, and who finger a nickel lovingly; and she caught them looking at her as upon one of those who enjoy without earning it the product of their toil. They made way for her, as she got down and walked to the railing, as they would have done for a millionaire"s daughter, a little surlily, and she divined without understanding this enmity, but was too exalted by the glittering bay, with its romance of ship and sea and sh.o.r.e and town, to very much mind what her threadbare fellow-pa.s.sengers thought of her. These dark-hulled, ocean-going vessels, these alien flags, widened her horizon--deepened her sense of the earth"s wonder and the wide-flung nerves of national interest. From this sea-level she looked up in fancy to her brother"s ranch near Sibley as at a cabin on a mountain-side. How still and faint and far it seemed at the moment!
At the word of the chauffeur she climbed back into her car, returning to the isolation which money now provided for her. And so, girt about with velvet and costly wood and gilding, she rode up through the tearing throngs of the wharf, whirling past cars and trucks, outspeeding cabs and carriages, protected by a gambler"s name, royally isolated and defensible by his money. As she spun through Fifth Avenue, so smooth of pave, so crowded, so sparkling, so far-reaching in its suggestions of security and power, the girl"s soul entered upon a new and fierce phase of its struggle.
It was a larger and more absorbing fairy story than any in the _Arabian Nights_. Without Marshall Haney, without the gold he brought, she could never have even looked upon this scene. She would at this moment have been standing inside her little counter at the Golden Eagle, selling cigars to some brakeman or cowboy. Ed Winch.e.l.l would be coming to ask her, as usual, to marry him, and her mother would still be toiling in the hot kitchen or be at rest in her grave. Did ever Aladdin"s lamp translate its owner farther or lift him higher? Was not her refusal to be Marshall Haney"s wife the basest ingrat.i.tude?
Not merely so, but the girl felt in herself potentialities not yet drawn upon, unlimited capabilities leading towards the accomplishment of good.
Money had not merely the magic of exalting, educating, refining, and enn.o.bling the individual (herself); it had radiating, transforming power for others. It could diffuse warmth like a flame, and send forth joy like a bell. "With it I am safe, strong: I can help the poor. Without it I am only a struggling girl, like millions of others, with no chance and no power to aid those who suffer." But at this point her love re-entered and her sense of right was confused. After all the heart ruled.
At the hotel entrance the head porter was waiting to help her out, and the chauffeur, without a word or look of reminder, puffed away, secure in the reputation Lucius had given to Haney. As she went to her room the maid met her with gentle solicitude, and, after attending to her needs, considerately withdrew, leaving her deep-sunk in troubled musing.
Up to the coming of Ben Fordyce she had accepted all that Haney gave her as from one good friend to another. Once having satisfied herself that the money was clean of any taint from gambling-hall and saloon, she had not hesitated to use it. But now something was rising within her which changed the current of her purpose. Haney was no longer before the bar of her conscience; the soul under question was her own. Dimly, yet with ever-growing definiteness, she saw the moment of decision approach. She must soon decide whether to continue on the smooth, broad highway with Haney, or to return to the mountain-trail from which he had taken her.
While still she sat sombrely looking out over the city"s roofs, Humiston"s card was brought to her, and at the moment, in her loneliness and doubt, he seemed like an old friend. "Tell him to come up," she said, with instant cordiality, and her face shone with innocent pleasure when she met him. "I"m mighty glad to see you," she frankly said, in greeting.
He misconceived her feeling, and took advantage of it to retain her hand. "I a.s.sure you I am delighted to find _you_ again."
"I thought you"d forgot us."
His eyes expressed a bold admiration as he answered: "I have done nothing but remember you. I"ve been in Pittsburg (only got back to town yesterday), and here I am." He looked about. "Where is the Captain?"
She withdrew her hand. "He"s out looking for his father. He"ll return soon. He"s liable to look in any minute now."
"You are lovelier than ever. How is the Captain?"
"Pretty well. He gets tired fairly easy, but he feels better than he did."
His look of eager intensity embarra.s.sed her. After a little pause, he remarked: "I am holding you to your promise. Can"t you come over to my studio this afternoon?"
"No, not to-day. I must be here when the Captain comes. He may bring the old father along, and he"d feel lost if I should be gone. Maybe I could come to-morrow."
"Don"t bring the Captain unless you have to--he"ll be bored," he said, in the hope that she would get his full meaning. "I want to introduce you to some friends of mine."
"Oh, don"t do that!" she protested. "I"m afraid of your friends--they"re all so way-wised while I am hardly bridle-broke."
"You need not fear," he replied; "you are most to be envied. No one can have more than health, wealth, and youth and beauty. I would not hesitate to introduce you anywhere." His admiration was so outspoken, so choicely worded, that she could not distrust him, though Mrs. Moss had more than once hinted to her that he was not to be entirely honored. "He isn"t a man to be careless with," she had once said, and yet he seemed so high-minded, so profoundly concerned with the beautiful world of art.
How could a single-hearted Western girl believe ill of him? He could not be evil in the ways in which men were wicked in Sibley. His sensitive face was too weary and his eyes too sad.
He was adroit enough to make his call short, and withdrew, leaving a very pleasant impression in her mind. She felt distinctly less lonely, now that she knew he was in the city, and she was still at the window musing about him when Haney returned, bringing his father with him.
The elder Haney interested and amused her in spite of her perplexities--he was so quaintly of the old type of Irishman and so absurdly small to be the father of a giant. He carried a shrewd and kindly face, withered and toothless, yet not without a certain charm of line. Mart"s fine profile was like his sire"s, only larger, bolder, and calmer.
With a chuckle he introduced him. "Bertie, this is me worthless old dad." And Patrick, though he was sidling and side-stepping with the awkwardness of a cat on wet ice, still retained his Celtic self-possession.
"Lave Mart to slander the soorce av aal his good qualities," he retorted. "He was iver an uncivil divil to me--after the day he first thrun me down, the big gawk."
Mart took the little man by the collar and twirled him about. "Luk at "im! Did he ever feel the like of such cloes in his life?"
Patrick grinned a wide, silent, mirthful grimace. "Sure me heart is warmed wid "em. I feel as well trussed as me lady"s footman."
It was plain that every thread on the old man was new. Mart explained.
"I stripped him to the buff and built him up plumb to his necktie, which is green--the wan thing he would have to his own taste. To-morrow we go to the tooth-factory."