Mart was much amused at his father, who refused to sleep a second night at the hotel. "It"s too far from the street," said he. "I think I"ll go stay with Fan if ye"ll lay out the course that leads to her dure." So Lucius went with him, bearing a message from Haney: "Tell Fan I"ll be over to see her to-morrow. I"m too tired to go to-day," and the father hurried away in joyous relief.
""Tis unnatural to see a son of mine in such Babylonish splendor," he confided to Lucius. "Faith, it gives me a turn every time I see him unwind a bill from that big wad he carries in his pocket. "Tis like palin" a red onion to him--nothing more."
The Captain was up early next day, and eager to see how his sister was getting along in her new house, and to please him Bertha went with him.
The transposition of the McArdles, like most charitable enterprises, had not been entirely a success. The children had blubbered at being torn away from their playmates and the alleys and runways which they infested. They were like l.u.s.ty rats suddenly let loose in a fine new barn with no dark corners, no burrows, no rotten planks, chips, or coal-heaps to dig into or hide beneath. The alleys in Glenwood were leafy lanes, the streets parked and concreted, and the school-yard unnaturally clean and shaded by fine young trees--which no one was allowed to climb.
Furthermore, there was work to do in the garden--and this was onerous to the boys. Then, too, they had to fight their battles all over again.
However, they did this with pleasure, establishing dreadful reputations among the neat, knickerbocker "sissies" who were foolish enough to cross them. Dress, Mrs. McArdle declared, was now a real trial. The girls had to be "in trim all the time," and the boys were as violently in contrast to their fellows as a litter of brindle barn-kits beside a well-groomed tabby-cat"s family. "I"m clean worn out with it, Mart," she confessed.
"We"ve been here two weeks the day, and the children howlin" the whole time to go back and McArdle workin" himself to the figger of a spoon with a mind to polish the lawn and get the garden into seed."
But Mart only smiled. ""Tis good discipline, Fan."
Haney senior was delighted with his daughter"s household. "Faith, the roar and tumble of the whelps brings back to me me own wife and childer.
Them was good days. "Twas hard skirmishin" some weeks for bacon and p"taties, but I got "em someway, and you ate ivery flick of it--snappin"
and snarlin", but happy as a box of pups."
His son and daughter looked at each other and laughed; then Mart said: ""Tis a sad memory the father has, a most inconvenient and embarra.s.sing mind."
They all stayed to dinner, and Bertha rolled up her sleeves and helped in the kitchen while the Captain went to market with Lucius. McArdle having got a half-day off, came home highly wrought up again at thought of meeting Captain Haney and his handsome wife. He looked distinctly less care-worn, though he confessed that it was hard to rise at the hour necessary to reach his work at seven. Bertha"s heart warmed to him. In a certain dreamy, speculative turn of eye he was like her father--a man inventing new forms as naturally as other minds copy worn models. He was gaining in conversational powers, as he came to know Mart better, and took occasion to lay before him the plans for several inventions, small in themselves, but of possible value, so Lucius said.
There was something hearty, wholesome, and satisfying in this visit, and Bertha went away with increased liking for the McArdles. "I"m glad you gave them a boost, Mart," she said, as they left the house, "and you fixed it fine. Mac talked to me a half-hour explaining that you hadn"t put it on a charity basis--just sold the house on long time."
"That was Lucius"s idea. Wasn"t it, Lucius?"
Lucius did not appear to hear.
They were whirring down an avenue bordered by elms in expanding leaf, the sky was filled with big white clouds like those which come and go over the great domes of the Rockies, and the air was warm and sweet, not yet dusked by the city"s chimneys. Bertha"s heart rose on joyous wing.
"Let"s call and take the Mosses for a ride," she suggested.
"With all the pleasure in the world," he replied; and when they drew up before the side door of the huge block, Bertha sprang out and hurried in without waiting for Lucius to accompany her.
Mrs. Moss came to the studio door, and Bertha"s shining face so wrought upon her that she seized her and kissed her with sincere pleasure. "Joe, here"s Mrs. Haney."
Moss was modelling a small figure on a stand near one of the windows, but left his work and came towards her with beaming smile. "What a coincidence! We were just discussing you. How do you do? Shake my arm--my hands are muddy." She took his outbent wrist and shook it with frank heartiness. He explained: "I said you"d come back; Julia declared, "No. Once she tastes the glories of New York, good-bye to Chicago and the West.""
Bertha interrupted: "I want you to lay off and go out for a whirl in our machine."
"How gay!" cried Moss. "I ought to be working, for my rent is coming due; but what"s the diff? Here goes! Come on, Julia, we"ll shut up shop and let art wag."
Julia was doubtful. "You know you promised--"
"Of course I did--that"s the prerogative of the artist. Come on, now; I"ll work to-night."
"To-night is the Hall"s circus party."
"So it is! Well, no matter. I"m hungry for some whizzing, lashing, cool, clear air."
Dodging behind a screen in the corner, like an actor "doing a stunt," he reappeared a few moments later with clean hands, wearing a gray jacket and cap. "Hurry, hurry!" he called. He was like a lad invited to go fishing or swimming.
"I"ve been all "balled up" since you went away," he explained--"took a contract to produce a certain line of ornamental reliefs; it never pays to be mercenary. But there it is! I was greedy, I went out for money--now behold me in the grasp of a business agreement. Can"t sleep, can"t breathe country air--had to work all day Sunday."
"It"ll pay some of our debts, though," explained Mrs. Moss, "and buy the children"s summer suits."
"Summer suits! Why summer suits? I only had one complete suit a year when I was a child--and that was a buff."
All the way down the elevator he gazed admiringly at Bertha. "My, my!
how fit you look. Julia, why don"t you get a hat and cloak like that?"
"Why don"t I? Do you know why?" Then as they came out in sight of the "mobile she said, "Why don"t you furnish me an auto-car like this?"
"I will," he said, as though the notion had just risen in his mind.
"I"ll secure one this week."
Mart, who had taken a seat with Lucius, was touched and warmed by their hearty greeting, and they rolled away up the street as merry as school-children--even the self-contained Lucius smiled at Joe"s odd turns of speech. Bertha"s heart swelled with the keen delight of giving pleasure to her friends. This was, indeed, the chief of all the wondrous powers of money--it enabled one to be hospitable, to possess a home wherein visitors were always welcome, to own a car in which dear friends could ride; for the moment her resolution to give it all up weakened.
Moss was delirious with joy as they went sweeping up the Lake Sh.o.r.e Drive. He took off his cap and stood up in the car in order to drink deep of the wind that came over the water, crisp and clean and crystalline.
On the park mead the boys were playing ball, and the combination of green gra.s.s and soft and feathery foliage was very beautiful. The water-fowl were out, the captive cranes crying, and the drives were full of carriages and cars. It was all very cheering, with death and winter far away.
Moss, sobering somewhat, began to set forth his plan for making Chicago a new and greater Venice by bringing the lake into all the city boulevards and spanning these waterways with stately bridges of a new type, "designed by Joe Moss, of course," he added; ""twould make Venice look like a faded print in a lovely old song-book."
His talk took hold of Bertha"s imagination--not because she cared to see Chicago adorned, but because he was so singularly altruistic in his concernments. That a man should live to make the world more beautiful was a wondrous discovery for her. He was not specially troubled about the physical welfare or the morals of the average citizen, but the city"s grossness, its willingness to perpetuate ugly forms, rasped him, angered him.
She was eager to tell him of her own change of view, but waited till their ride was over and they were seated in the studio and a moment"s private conversation was possible. Tingling with the stimulus of his fragmentary exclamations, she impulsively began: "If I were a poor girl who wanted to earn a living in the world, what would you advise me to do?"
"Get married!" His answer was jocular, but, observing her displeasure, he added: "I"m sorry I said that in just that tone, but at the same time I really mean it. A woman can do other things, but marry she must if she is to fulfil her place in the world--and be happy."
She was balked and disappointed, he perceived, and he was forced to go further: "I certainly wouldn"t advise any girl to study painting or sculpture in the hope of making a living by it. The only side of art that isn"t hopelessly out of the running is the decorative--home decoration is a sure and worthy profession. People don"t feel keen need of sculpture, but they do like pretty walls and nice furniture. I know several highly successful women decorators--but I wouldn"t advise that work for any one as an easy way to make a living, for the decorative sense is either a gift at birth or acquired after hard study."
"Do they teach it over there?" She nodded towards the lake. "I liked it over there," she said, wistfully. "You see I didn"t get much of a show at school. I began to stay out to help mother when I was fourteen. I missed a whole lot. I"d kind o" like to make it up now if I could."
Moss was eager to probe a little deeper. "Your life is thrillingly romantic to us--the kind of thing we read of. Congdon writes that you have a superb home. I should think you"d hate to leave it, even for a visit."
Her hands strained together as if in resistance to an impulse of pleading; then she answered: "Yes--but then, you see, it isn"t really mine--it"s the Captain"s."
"Yours by marriage."
"That"s what people say--but I don"t know. Sometimes I think I have no right to any part of it. You have to earn what you own, don"t you?"
What was this doubt at her heart? The unexplained emotion in her voice moved him profoundly. He cautiously approached. "Of course, we know Frank Congdon--he likes to "string" us Easterners and we take his yarns with due discount. I suppose Captain Haney, like many other Western men, is ready to try his luck now and again, and in that sense really is a gambler."
She faced him squarely. "No, he has been the real thing. He kept a saloon--when I first knew him, but he gave it all up for me. I wouldn"t promise to marry him till he did. Everybody out there knows his career, and most people think he got his money underhand, but he tells me he didn"t, and I take his word. Every dollar he spends on me or on our home comes out of some mines he owns. I told him I wouldn"t touch a dollar of the saloon money--and I won"t. Some folks think I don"t care, but I do.
I don"t like the saloon business, and he got out and he"s livin"
straight now, as straight as any man. It"s pretty hard on him, too, though he won"t admit it. He must get awful sick of sittin" round the way he does. I tell him he needn"t cut out all his old cronies on my account. He says he ain"t sufferin", but it"s like shuttin" a bronco up in the corral and lettin" the herd go back into the hills."
"Perhaps he thinks you"re better fun than any of his cronies."
She ignored the implied compliment and went on: