"Well," he said presently, "we"ll take that jaunt to New York day after to-morrow."
He was still sitting by the window when Hazel was ready to go to bed.
She came back into the room in a trailing silk kimono, and, stealing softly up behind him, put both hands on his shoulders.
"What are you thinking so hard about, Billy-boy?" she whispered.
"I was thinking about Jake Lauer, and wondering how he was making it go," Bill answered. "I was also picturing to myself how some of these worthy citizens would mess things up if they had to follow in his steps. Hang it, I don"t know but we"d be better off if we were pegging away for a foothold somewhere, like old Jake."
"If we had to do that," she argued, "I suppose we would, and manage to get along. But since we don"t have to, why wish for it? Money makes things pleasanter."
"If money meant that we would be compelled to lead the sort of existence most of these people do," he retorted, "I"d take measures to be broke as soon as possible. What the deuce is there to it? The women get up in the morning, spend the forenoon fixing themselves up to take in some innocuous gabblefest after luncheon. Then they get into their war paint for dinner, and after dinner rush madly off to some other festive stunt. Swell rags and a giddy round. If it were just fun, it would be all right. But it"s the serious business of life with them. And the men are in the same boat. All of "em collectively don"t amount to a pinch of snuff. This thing that they call business is mostly gambling with what somebody else has sweated to produce.
They"re a soft-handed, soft-bodied lot of incompetent egotists, if you ask me. Any of "em would lick your boots in a genteel sort of way if there was money in it; and they"d just as cheerfully chisel their best friend out of his last dollar, if it could be done in a business way.
They haven"t even the saving grace of physical hardihood."
"You"re awful!" Hazel commented.
Bill snorted again.
"To-morrow, you advise our hostess that we"re traveling," he instructed. "When we come back we"ll make headquarters at a hotel until we locate a place of our own--if you are sure you want to winter here."
Her mind was quite made up to spend the winter there, and she frankly said so--provided he had no other choice. They had to winter somewhere. They had set out to spend a few months in pleasant idleness. They could well afford that. And, unless he had other plans definitely formed, was not Granville as good as any place? Was it not better, seeing that they did know some one there? It was big enough to afford practically all the advantages of any city.
"Oh, yes, I suppose so. All right; we"ll winter here," Bill acquiesced. "That"s settled."
And, as was his habit when he had come to a similar conclusion, he refused to talk further on that subject, but fell to speculating idly on New York. In which he was presently aided and abetted by Hazel, who had never invaded Manhattan, nor, for that matter, any of the big Atlantic cities. She had grown up in Granville, with but brief journeys to near-by points. And Granville could scarcely be cla.s.sed as a metropolis. It numbered a trifle over three hundred thousand souls.
Bill had termed it "provincial." But it meant more to her than any other place in the East, by virtue of old a.s.sociations and more recent acquaintance. One must have a pivotal point of such a sort, just as one cannot forego the possession of a nationality.
New York, she was constrained to admit, rather overwhelmed her. She traversed Broadway and other world-known arteries, and felt a trifle dubious amid the unceasing crush. Bill piloted her to famous cafes, and to equally famous theaters. She made sundry purchases in magnificent shops. The huge conglomeration of sights and sounds made an unforgettable impression upon her. She sensed keenly the colossal magnitude of it all. But she felt a distinct wave of relief when they were Granville bound once more.
In a week they were settled comfortably in a domicile of their own--five rooms in an up-to-date apartment house. And since the social demands on Mrs. William Wagstaff"s time grew apace, a capable maid and a cook were added to the Wagstaff establishment. Thus she was relieved of the onus of housework. Her time was wholly her own, at her own disposal or Bill"s, as she elected.
But by imperceptible degrees they came to take diverse roads in the swirl of life which had caught them up. There were so many little woman affairs where a man was superfluous. There were others which Bill flatly refused to attend. "Hen parties," he dubbed them. More and more he remained at home with his books. Invariably he read through the daytime, and unless to take Hazel for a walk or a drive, or some simple pleasure which they could indulge in by themselves, he would not budge. If it were night, and a dance was to the fore, he would dress and go gladly. At such, and upon certain occasions when a certain little group would take supper at some cafe, he was apparently in his element. But there was always a back fire if Hazel managed to persuade him to attend anything in the nature of a formal affair. He drew the line at what he defined as social tommyrot, and he drew it more and more sharply.
Sometimes Hazel caught herself wondering if they were getting as much out of the holiday as they should have gotten, as they had planned to get when they were struggling through that interminable winter. _She_ was. But not Bill. And while she wished that he could get the same satisfaction out of his surroundings and opportunities as she conceived herself to be getting, she often grew impatient with his sardonic, tolerant contempt toward the particular set she mostly consorted with.
If she ventured to give a tea, he fled the house as if from the plague.
He made acquaintances of his own, men from G.o.d only knew where, individuals who occasionally filled the dainty apartment with malodorous tobacco fumes, and who would cheerfully sit up all night discoursing earnestly on any subject under the sun. But so long as Bill found Granville habitable she did not mind.
Above all, as the winter and the winter gayety set in together with equal vigor, she thought with greater reluctance of the ultimate return to that hushed, deep-forested area that surrounded the cabin.
She wished fervently that Bill would take up some business that would keep him in touch with civilization. He had the capital, she considered, and there was no question of his ability. Her faith in his power to encompa.s.s whatever he set about was strong. Other men, less gifted, had acquired wealth, power, even a measure of fame, from a less auspicious beginning. Why not he?
It seemed absurd to bury one"s self in an uninhabited waste, when life held forth so much to be grasped. Her friends told her so--thus confirming her own judgment. But she could never quite bring herself to put it in so many words to Bill.
CHAPTER XXVI
A BUSINESS PROPOSITION
The cycle of weeks brought them to January. They had dropped into something of a routine in their daily lives. Bill"s interest and partic.i.p.ation in social affairs became negligible. Of Hazel"s circle he cla.s.sed some half dozen people as desirable acquaintances, and saw more or less of them--Kitty Brooks and her husband; Vesta Lorimer, a keen-witted young woman upon whom nature had bestowed a double portion of physical attractiveness and a talent akin to genius for the painting of miniatures; her Brother Paul, who was the silent partner in a brokerage firm; Doctor Hart, a silent, grim-visaged physician, whose vivacious wife was one of Hazel"s new intimates. Of that group Bill was always a willing member. The others he met courteously when he was compelled to meet them; otherwise he pa.s.sed them up entirely.
When he was not absorbed in a book or magazine, he spent his time in some downtown haunt, having acquired membership in a club as a concession to their manner of life. Once he came home with flushed face and overbright eyes, radiating an odor of whisky. Hazel had never seen him drink to excess. She was correspondingly shocked, and took no pains to hide her feelings. But Bill was blandly undisturbed.
"You don"t need to look so horrified," he drawled. "I won"t beat you up nor wreck the furniture. Inadvertently took a few too many, that"s all. Nothing else to do, anyhow. Your friend Brooks" Carlton Club is as barren a place as one of your tea fights. They don"t do anything much but sit around and drink Scotch and soda, and talk about the market. I"m drunk, and glad of it. If I were in Cariboo Meadows, now," he confided owlishly, "I"d have some fun with the natives. You can"t turn yourself loose here. It"s too blame civilized and proper.
I had half a notion to lick a Johnnie or two, just for sport, and then I thought probably they"d have me up for a.s.sault and battery. Just recollected our social reputation--long may she wave--in time."
"_Your_ reputation certainly won"t be unblemished if any one saw you come in in that condition," she cried, in angry mortification. "Surely you could find something better to do than to get drunk."
"I"m going straight to bed, little person," he returned. "Scold not, nor fret. William will be himself again ere yet the morrow"s sun shall clear the horizon. Let us avoid recrimination. The tongue is, or would seem to be, the most vital weapon of modern society. Therefore let us leave the trenchant blade quiescent in its scabbard. _I"d_ rather settle a dispute with my fists, or even a gun. Good night."
He made his unsteady way to their extra bedroom, and he was still there with the door locked when Hazel returned from a card party at the Krones". It was the first night they had spent apart since their marriage, and Hazel was inclined to be huffed when he looked in before breakfast, dressed, shaved, and smiling, as if he had never had even a bowing acquaintance with John Barleycorn. But Bill refused to take her indignation seriously, and it died for lack of fuel.
A week or so later he became suddenly and unexpectedly active. He left the house as soon as his breakfast was eaten, and he did not come home to luncheon--a circ.u.mstance which irritated Hazel, since it was one of those rare days when she herself lunched at home. Late in the afternoon he telephoned briefly that he would dine downtown. And when he did return, at nine or thereabouts in the evening, he clamped a cigar between his teeth, and fell to work covering a sheet of paper with interminable rows of figures.
Hazel had worried over the possibility of his having had another tilt with the Scotch and sodas. He relieved her of that fear, and she restrained her curiosity until boredom seized her. The silence and the scratching of his pen began to grate on her nerves.
"What is all the clerical work about?" she inquired. "Reckoning your a.s.sets and liabilities?"
Bill smiled and pushed aside the paper.
"I"m going to promote a mining company," he told her, quite casually.
"It has been put up to me as a business proposition--and I"ve got to the stage where I have to do _something_, or I"ll sure have the w.i.l.l.i.e.s."
She overlooked the latter statement; it conveyed no special significance at the time. But his first statement opened up possibilities such as of late she had sincerely hoped would come to pa.s.s, and she was all interest.
"Promote a mining company?" she repeated. "That sounds extremely businesslike. How--when--where?"
"Now--here in Granville," he replied. "The how is largely Paul Lorimer"s idea. You see," he continued, warming up a bit to the subject, "when I was prospecting that creek where we made the clean-up last summer, I ran across a well-defined quartz lead. I packed out a few samples in my pockets, and I happened to show them as well as one or two of the nuggets to some of these fellows at the club a while back. Lorimer took a piece of the quartz and had it a.s.sayed. It looms up as something pretty big. So he and Brooks and a couple of other fellows want me to go ahead and organize and locate a group of claims in there. Twenty or thirty thousand dollars capital might make "em all rich. Of course, the placer end of it will be the big thing while the lode is being developed. It should pay well from the start. Getting the start is easy. As a matter of fact, you could sell any old wildcat that has the magic of gold about it. Men seem to get the fever as soon as they finger the real yellow stuff. These fellows I"ve talked to are dead anxious to get in."
"But"--her knowledge of business methods suggested a difficulty--"you can"t sell stock in a business that has no real foundation--yet. Don"t you have to locate those claims first?"
"Wise old head; you have the idea, all right." He smiled. "But this is not a stock-jobbing proposition. I wouldn"t be in on it if it were, believe me. It"s to be a corporation, where not to exceed six men will own all the stock that"s issued. And so far as the claims are concerned, I"ve got Whitey Lewis located in Fort George, and I"ve been burning the wires and spending a bundle of real money getting him grub-staked. He has got four men besides himself all ready to hit the trail as soon as I give the word."
"You won"t have to go?" she put in quickly.
"No," he murmured. "It isn"t necessary, at this particular stage of the game. But I wouldn"t mind popping a whip over a good string of dogs, just the same."
"B-r-r-r!" she shivered involuntarily. "Four hundred miles across that deep snow, through that steady, flesh-searing cold. I don"t envy them the journey."
Bill relapsed into unsmiling silence, sprawling listless in his chair, staring absently at the rug, as if he had lost all interest in the matter.
"If you stay here and manage this end of it," she pursued lightly, "I suppose you"ll have an office downtown."
"I suppose so," he returned laconically.
She came over and stood by him, playfully rumpling his brown hair with her fingers.