His face clouded. "I"ve been afraid of that," he answered, gently. "Yes, you"d better go home. It"s harder for a man to have a good, easy time than it is for a woman. But sit down, Julia will be in soon; you mustn"t go without seeing her."
After some further talk on trains and other common-places she became abruptly personal. "I"ve been having a whole lot of fun buying things and planting dollars, but I"m beginning to see an end to that kind of business. After you"ve got your house filled up with furniture and jimcracks, what you going to do then?"
"Burn "em."
"And begin all over again? You can"t buy out the town. It"s a real circus for a while, but I can see there"s a limit to it. Once you find out you can just go down here to one of these jewelry-stores and order anything you want--you don"t want anything. Here I am with a lot of money that ain"t mine, having a gay whirl spending it, but I can see my finish right now. To go on in this line would take all the fun out of life. What am I to do?"
Moss took a seat and looked at her thoughtfully. "I don"t know. I used to think if I had money I"d start out and "do good to people," but I"m not at all sure that charity isn"t all a d.a.m.ned impertinence. A couple of years ago I would have said go in for "Neighborhood Settlements,"
free libraries, "Noonday Rests," "Open-air Funds," and all the rest of it, but now I ask, "Why?" We"ve had our wave of altruism, and I"m inclined to think a wave of selfishness would do us all good--but you"re too young to be bothered with these problems. Go home and be happy while you can. Enjoy your gold while it glitters. Work is my only fun--real, enduring fun--and I"m not a bit sure _that_ will last. Whatever you do, be yourself. Don"t try to be what you think I or some one else would like to have you. I like you because you are so straight-forwardly yourself; I shall be heart-broken if you take on the disease of the age and begin to prate of your duty."
She listened to him with only partial comprehension of his meaning, but she answered: "I was brought up to think duty was the whole works."
"Yes, and your teacher meant duty to G.o.d, duty to others. Well, there"s duty to one"s self. The war of money and duty is the biggest mix of our day. It"s simpler to be poor; then all you"ve got to worry about is bread and shoes and shingles."
"That"s just it. Sometimes I wish I was back in the Golden Eagle, where I--" she ended in mid-sentence.
He laughed. "You sound like a middle-aged financier who mourns (tattooed with dollar-marks) for the days when he used to husk corn at seventy cents a day." She saw the humor of this, but was aware that without a knowledge of Ben Fordyce Joe could not understand her problem, therefore she abandoned her search for light and leading. "Well, anyhow, right here I quit what you fellows call civilization. I hate to lose you and Julia and the rest of the folks, but it"s me to the high hills. You"ll never know how much you"ve helped me."
"I hope you"ll never know how thoroughly we"ve _done_ you. An evil-minded person would say we"d worked you for dinners and drives most shameful. However, if you have enjoyed our company as thoroughly as we"ve delighted in your champagne and birds, we"ll cry quits. All my theories of art and life I advance _gratis_. I ought to do something handsome for you--you"ve listened so divinely."
Underneath his banter Moss was sincerely moved. It was hard to say good-bye to this curious, earnest, seeking mind, this unspoiled child in whose face the world was being reflected as in a magical mirror. He loved her with frank affection--a pure pa.s.sion that was more intimate than fraternal love and more exalted, in a sense, than the selfish, devouring pa.s.sion of the suitor. It would have been difficult for him to say what his relationship to her at the moment was. It was more than friendship, more than brotherly care, and yet it was definably less than that of the lover.
Julia came in and was quite as outspoken in her regret, and both refused to say good-bye at the moment. "We"ll see you at the station," they said, and Bertha went away, feeling the pain of parting less keen by reason of this promise.
Afterwards, as the hour for departure came near, she hoped they would not come. It was less difficult to say "I"ll see you again" than to utter the curt "good-bye" which means so much in Anglo-Saxon life.
They came, however, together with several others of her friends, but in the bustle and confusion of the depot not much of sentiment could be uttered, and, though she felt that she was going for a long stay, she was prodigal of promises to return soon.
Patrick Haney was there, but refused to go with them. "Sure I"m at the jumpin"-off place now, and to immigrate furder would be to put meself in the hands of the murtherin" redskins." His talk was the touch of comedy which the situation needed. "Av ye don"t mind I"ll stay wid Fan," he said, a little more seriously, to Haney, who replied:
"All right, "tis as Fan says," and so they entered the train for the upward climb.
Haney himself had only joy of the return. He sat at one of the windows of the library car and studied the prairie swells with a faint, musing smile, till the darkness fell, and was up early next morning, eager and curious, to see how the increasing alt.i.tude would affect him. Only towards the end of the second day after eating his dinner did he begin to feel oppressed.
"I smell the alt.i.tude," he confessed--"me breath is shortenin" a bit, but "tis good to see the peaks again."
In this long ride the girl-wife dwelt dangerously on the bright face of Ben Fordyce. It was the thought of seeing him again that came at last to steal away her regret at parting from her Eastern friends. The splendor of the Eastern world faded at last, and she, too, soared gladly towards the mountains. Every doubt was swallowed up in a pleasure which was at once pure and beyond her control.
Ben would be at the station, she was certain, for Lucius had wired to him the time of their arrival, and he had instantly replied. "I"ll be there, and very glad to see you"--these words, few and simple, were addressed to Marshall Haney, but they thrilled her almost as if Ben had spoken them to her. Was he as glad to have her return as she was to meet him again?
"A fine lad," remarked Haney, as he pocketed the envelope. "I wonder does he marry soon? He"d better decide now. I reckon Alice is not long for this climate--poor girl!"
His remark, so simple in itself, pierced to the centre of Bertha"s momentary self-deception. "I have no right to think of him. He belongs to Alice Heath!" But the feeling that she herself belonged to Marshall Haney was gone. That she owed him service was true, but since the night of his drunkenness she had definitely and finally abandoned all thought of being his wife, soul to soul, in the rite that sanctifies law. True, he had kept his word, he had not offended again, but the mischief was done. To return to the plane on which they had stood when she gave her promise was impossible.
The day and the hour were such as make the plain lover content with his world. The earth, a mighty robe of closely woven velvet, mottled softly in variant greens, swept away to the west, under a soaring convexity of saffron sky, towards a cloudy altar whereon small wisps of vapor were burning down to golden embers, while beneath lay the dark-blue Rampart range. It was a world for hors.e.m.e.n, for free rovers, and for swift and tireless desert-kine. The course of winds, it lay, a play-ground for tempests that formed along the great divide and swept down over the antlike homes of men, acknowledging no barrier, exultant of their strength of wing and the weight of their horizon-touching armament.
Bertha loved this land, but only because it was an approach to the hills. She would have shuddered at its desolate, limitless sweep, treeless, shelterless, had not the dim forms of the distant peaks she loved so well rose just beyond. She lost her doubt as they approached, welcoming them as the gates of home. She forgot all save the swelling tide of longing in her heart.
As the train drew slowly in she caught sight of Ben"s intent face among the throng, and was moved to the point of beating upon the window. He seemed care-worn and older in this glimpse, but at sight of her his sunny smile came back radiantly to his lips and glinted like sunshine from his eyes. In tremulous voice she called: "_There he is!_"
Self-revelation lay in this ecstatic cry and in the glad haste which kept her on her feet; but Haney, unsuspicious, content, found no cause for jealousy in her innocent and unrestrained delight at getting home.
Progress down the aisle seemed intolerably slow, for the pa.s.sengers ahead of her, stubbornly sluggish, barred her way, but at last she stood looking into her lover"s face, her eager hand pressed between his palms.
"Welcome home!" he called, and drew her to him as if moved almost beyond his control with desire to clasp her to his bosom. In that instant they forgot all their doubts and scruples--overpowered by the sense of each other"s nearness.
She was the first to recover her self-command, and, pushing him away with a quick, decisive gesture, turned to aid Mart, whom Lucius was bringing slowly down the step.
Her heart was still laboring painfully as she faced Congdon, but she contrived to return his greeting as he remarked with quizzical glance, "I hope you"ll not find our little town dull, Mrs. Haney."
Dull! She wanted to scream out her joy. She felt like racing to the big black team to throw her arms about their necks. Dull! There was no other spot in all the world so exalting as this small town and its over-peering peaks.
"Where is Mrs. Congdon?" she succeeded in asking at last.
"She has visitors and couldn"t come," he answered. "But where"s that "mobile we"ve heard so much about?"
"Coming by fast freight."
"Freight! From all I"ve heard of your doings in Chicago I expected it to come as excess baggage."
It was cool, delicious green dusk--not dark--with a small sickle of moon in the west, and as they drove up the broad avenue towards home the town, the universe, was strangely sweet and satisfying. It seemed as though she had been gone an age--so much had come to her--so thick was the crowd of new experiences standing between her going and her return--so swiftly had her mind expanded in these months of vivid city life. "I"ll never go away again," she said to Ben. "This country suits me."
"I"m glad to hear you say that," he answered, softly. In the most natural way he had put Congdon with Haney in the rear seat and had taken the place beside Bertha, and this nearness filled her with pleasure and an unwonted confusion. How big he was! and how splendid his clear, youthful profile seemed as it gleamed silver-white in the light of the big street-lamps. Never had his magnetic young body acted upon her so powerfully, so dangerously. His firm arm touching her own was at once a delight and a dread. She was all woman at last, awake, palpitant with love"s full-flooding tide--bewildered, dizzy with rapture. Speech was difficult and her thought had neither sequence nor design.
Fordyce was under restraint also, and the burden of the talk fell upon Congdon, who proceeded in his amusingly hit-or-miss way to detail the important or humorous happenings, of the town, and so they rolled along up the wide avenue to the big stone steps before the looming, lamp-lit palace which they called home.
Ben sprang out first, glad of another opportunity to take Bertha"s hand, a clasp that put the throbbing pain back in her bosom--filling her with a kind of fear of him as well as of herself--and without waiting for the Captain she ran up the walk towards the wide doorway where Miss Franklin stood in smiling welcome.
Her greeting over, the young wife danced about the hall, crying: "Oh, isn"t it big and fine! And aren"t you glad it"s our own!" She appeared overborne by a returning sense of security and ownership, and ran from room to room with all the ecstasy and abandon of a child--but she stopped suddenly in the middle of her own chamber as if a remorseless hand were clutching at her heart. "But it is _not_ mine!--I must give it all up!"
Thrusting this intruding thought away, she hurried back to the library, where the men were seated at ease, sipping some iced liquor in gross content.
Haney was beaming. "It makes me over new to sniff this air again," he was saying. ""Tis a bad plan to let go your hold on mountain air. Me lungs have contracted a trifle, but they"ll expand again. I"ll be riding a horse in a month."
Ben was sympathetic, but had eyes only for Bertha, whose improvement (in mind as in bearing) astonished and delighted him. Her trip, coming just at the period when her observation was keenest and her memory most tenacious, had subtly, swiftly ripened her. Wrought upon by a thousand pictures, moved by strange words and faces, unconsciously changing to the color of each new conception, deriving sweetness and charm from every chance-heard strain of music and poetry, she had opened like a rose.
The middle-aged are p.r.o.ne to go about the world carrying their habits, their prejudices, and their ailments with them to return as they went forth; but youth like Bertha"s adventures out into the world eager to be built upon, ready to be transformed from child to adult, as it would seem, in a day.
"She has achieved new distinction!" Ben exulted as he watched her moving about the room, so supple, so powerful, and so graceful, but, though he was careful not to utter one word of praise, he could not keep the glow of admiration from his eyes.
An hour later as he said good-night and went away with Congdon, his heart burned with secret, rebellious fire. "Was it not hateful that this glorious girl should be doomed to live out the sweetest, most alluring of her years with a gross and crippled old man?" To leave her under the same roof with Mart Haney seemed like exposing her to profanation and despair.
They were hardly out of the gate before Congdon broke forth in open praise of her. "When Mart dies, what a witching morsel for some man!"
Fordyce did not answer on the instant, and when he did his voice was constrained. "You don"t think he"s in immediate danger of it--do you?"
"Quite the contrary. He looks to be on the upgrade; but it"s a safe bet she outlives him, and then think of her with a hundred thousand dollars a year to spend! Talk about honey-pots!--and flies!" After a moment"s silence he added, musingly: "Funny how one"s ideas change. A year ago I thought she was deeply indebted to him; now I feel that with all his money he can"t possibly repay her for what she"s giving up on his account. And yet his c.h.i.n.k has made her what she is. Money is a weird power when applied to a woman. Tiled bath-rooms, silk stockings and bonnets work wonders with the s.e.x. She"s improved mightily on this trip."
After leaving Congdon, Ben went to his apartment and telephoned Alice to say that the Haneys had arrived and that he had left them under their own roof in good repair.