The affair progressed quite smoothly; by the middle of winter Milly"s friends smiled when they spoke of "Milly"s young man" and were ready with their felicitations. On the whole they thought that Milly had "done quite well...."
It happened naturally, in the course of an expedition which the two made to the scene of the great new Exposition. They drove out in a smart carriage with a pair of lively horses which Mr. Parker managed very well, but which took all his attention. They first visited the tumultuous fair grounds, where an army of workmen were making desperate efforts to get the impromptu city in some shape for visitors. They talked of the beauty of the buildings, the grandeur of the whole design, the greatness of Chicago. Then they drove to a vast new hotel in which Mr. Parker had taken a conservative interest, and they still talked of the marvellous growth of the city, its Ultimate Destiny,--terms which had a lugubrious sound in the New Englander"s piping voice. As they turned northwards around the great oval of Washington Park, the sun was sinking into a golden haze of dust and smoke. The horses dropped to a peaceful walk, and Milly knew that it was coming and braced herself for it. It came, slowly.
First, by way of preliminary flourish, Mr. Parker declared all over again his faith in the future of the city. He had come to stay, he repeated with emphasis; had thrown in his fate with that of Chicago.
"I"m going to stay," he trilled, "and grow up with the city." (At this point Milly almost upset the boat by laughing: the idea of the little man"s growing up with Chicago seemed funny.)
Having struck the personal note, the young man spoke of his own "prospects," and outlined the dignified position he intended to occupy in the forefront of the elect. This implied, of course, an establishment and a suitable wife. Milly made the proper responses in the pauses. At last the fateful words reached her ear, "Will you marry me, Miss Ridge?"
As Milly mimicked later his slow, solemn utterance, it sounded more like, "Will you bury me, Miss Ridge?"
And Milly, with commendable directness, looked him straight in the eye and said without a quiver,--"Yes, I will, Mr. Parker."
Afterwards, as if this effort had exhausted both, there was silence on the way back. When they reached the house, he said impressively, "I will call to-morrow and see your father."
"He"ll be delighted to see you, I"m sure," Milly rejoined somewhat flatly. Then she fled up the steps, as if she were afraid he might try to kiss her or hold her hand. She escaped _that_, for the present....
So it was done at last.
IV
CONGRATULATIONS
If Milly had any misgivings or inner revolt that first night, it would have been dispelled by the unfeigned joy of her father and her grandmother the next morning when she told them the news. Little Horatio said robustly as he kissed her:--
"Fine! Daughter! Fine!... He"s a smart young man, I know that--the best one of all your beaus.... And _he"s_ lucky, too," he added apologetically.
Grandma Ridge remarked with a certain malice, "You ought to be happy with him, Milly; he will be able to give you all the things you want."
"I hope so," Milly responded briskly.
A few telephone messages to intimate friends and the news was spread broadcast over the area of Milly"s little world. For the rest of the day and for several days afterwards she was kept busy receiving congratulations by telephone and in person,--flowers, letters, invitations,--all the little demonstrations of interest that give importance and excitement to a woman"s life.
She had "made good," at last--that was the pleasant sensation she was bathed in from morning to night. She had done the right thing. The congratulations sounded quite sincere. If not much was said of the young man"s personal charms, a great deal was made of his substantial qualities, which were indubitable.
Nettie Gilbert was one of the first to arrive and took Milly to her arms affectionately. "My dear," she murmured between kisses, "I"m _so_ glad for you."
"You see I did it," Milly replied complacently, marvelling to herself how easy it had been to do, once she had determined upon this way out.
"You must let me give you a party.... Thursday?" Mrs. Gilbert purred, ignoring delicate a.n.a.lysis.
That was the beginning of a joyous whirl of engagements,--luncheons, dinners, suppers, and theatre parties. It seemed as if Milly"s little world had been waiting for this occasion to renew its enthusiasm. Milly had the happy self-importance that an engaged girl should have, and to cap her triumphs, Mrs. Bowman gave one of her tremendous dinners, with twenty-four covers, her second-best gold service, and a dance afterward in the picture gallery. All in honor of obscure little Milly Ridge! She had arrived.
She might look down the long, heavily laden table with the men-servants inserting the courses between the guests, and scan the faces of prominent citizens and their wives together with a few minor diplomats--for this was the great summer of "93--and feel a pardonable elation in her position. On her right sat that Mr. George Danner, the wealthy merchant whose equipage with two men on the box she had once admired, and on her left was the kindly, homely face of old Christian Becker, the owner of _The Daily Star_. (You may be sure that the _Star_ had a full account of this function. But Milly"s name appeared so frequently in Madame Alpha"s social column that it had almost lost interest for her.)... At the other end of the table next to the hostess"s expansive person sat the Instrument of Accomplishment, like a very refined little white mouse, his keen eyes taking in every gold fork on the table. His mouth was often open, and Milly imagined she could hear the familiar, "Well now, I don"t know about that." However, his hostess seemed to treat him with consideration.
It should be said to Milly"s credit that she took rather less satisfaction in all this social flattery than in the happiness her engagement brought into the little Acacia Street house. Horatio began to chirp once more, after the interview with his prospective son-in-law.
The insp.i.s.sated gloom of the days of stringency had pa.s.sed. The golden beams of prosperity seemed to radiate from the white-faced financier.
"I tell you Clarence is a smart one," Horatio announced after the first interview. "He gave me some good pointers." For after the embarra.s.sing formalities of sentiment had been disposed of, the two men had naturally dropped into business, and Parker had suggested a method of inserting the tea and coffee business into the Exposition by getting concessions for "Coffee Kiosks," which should advertise the Ridge brands of harmless stimulants. The scheme had fired Horatio, who began once more to dream dreams of wealth.
So when the ring came, which like everything else about Clarence Albert was plain, costly, correct--and unlovely--Milly put the large diamond on her stubby finger and reflected that even if its giver was not the Idol of her Dreams, he was very good to her, and she ought to be happy. She meant to make him a good wife as she understood that vague term, and thus repay him for all his bounties. As a matter of fact the little Parker man was getting repaid already in social matters for his generous act in selecting a poor girl to share his affluence. The world knew him to be sharp, and was glad to think him kind....
"It"s a very handsome one, Clarence," Milly said of the ring, turning it critically to the light. And she sweetly held up her face to be kissed.
That, to be frank, was the part she liked least of the whole affair, "demonstrations," and she dealt out her favors to her lover sparingly.
However, her fiance was not demonstrative by nature: if he had amorous pa.s.sions, he kept them carefully concealed, so that Milly could manage that side quite easily. It usually came merely to a pressure of hands, a cold kiss on the brow, or a flutter along the bronze tendrils about the neck. Sometimes Milly speculated what it might be like later in the obscure intimacy of marriage, but she dismissed the subject easily, confident that she could "manage" as she did now. And she had the sweet sense of self-sacrifice in doing something personally disagreeable. "If it hadn"t been for poor old Dad," she would say to herself and sigh.
Which was not wholly sincere. At this period of their lives few mortals can be square with themselves.
All such refinements of thought and feeling were rare because there was no time for revery. Milly was determined to get the most out of her triumph, and drove the peaceable Clarence Albert rather hard. All women, he had supposed in his ignorance, were more or less fragile. But it was astonishing what an amount of nerve-racking gayety Milly could get through in a day and come up smiling the next morning for another sixteen-hour bout with pleasure. Sometimes Clarence protested that he was a working man and must be at his office by nine. But Milly had slight mercy; she let him see plainly the social duty of the American husband. He too reflected, it might be, that things would be different after the wedding and yawned away the hours as best he could at dance or dinner or late supper in Old Vienna on the famous Midway.
It was Chicago"s wonderful festal year, the summer of the great Fair.
Responsible men of large affairs, who knew what was going on financially behind the scenes, might look grave and whisper their apprehensions among themselves. But the people were resolved to be gay. They were mad with doing, especially the women. All the world was entertained in the lavish western spirit of hospitality. Thus in addition to her own private excitement, Milly shared the general festival spirit, and thanks to her social charm and her young man"s reputation for solid achievement the two were part of many an important festivity. They helped to entertain the European notables, dined and did the shows from morning until morning in the best of company. Milly wished it might go on like this forever.
"Chicago will not be large enough for you after this experience," her old friend, Eleanor Kemp, observed, crossing her path at the ball for the French amba.s.sador. "You will have to move on to New York."
"Well, now, I don"t know about that," Parker demurred, but Milly cut in with,--
"We"re going abroad first, you know."
She smiled graciously on her old friend, divining exactly that kind lady"s mixed feelings. "Come on, Clarence!" and she sailed off into the press, bowing and smiling to her right and her left.
In the midst of all this feverish activity there was little time for mutual examination and discovery for the engaged couple,--all the better, Milly thought,--and yet she had already resolved upon certain changes in her husband-to-be, like a competent wife. For one thing she discovered quite early that Clarence Albert was inclined to be close in money matters. He always counted his change carefully, like a good puritan, and gave small tips. He ordered the less expensive dishes and wines, and inquired whether a single portion might do for two when they were lunching out together. He did not like to take cabs when the street-cars were running. Milly had suffered all her life at the hands of Grandma Ridge from such petty economies, and she did not intend that it should continue. It was not so much any intentional meanness--if Milly had but known--as the resultant habit of generations of enforced thrift. Milly"s fingers all turned outwards, and money ran through them like sand. She was a born Spender and scattered Cash, her own or other people"s, with regal indifference. All her life she had suffered from cramped means, and now that she was about to marry a rich man she meant to get the good of it. What am I doing it for? she would ask herself in her more cynical moments.... As soon as she was Mrs. Parker she would come to an understanding with her husband on this cardinal point and show him what was decent for a man in his position. Meanwhile she gave him a few hints of what he might expect.
"I"m afraid," he remarked in his falsetto voice, not unkindly, "you like to spend money."
"Of course I do! What woman doesn"t?" Milly retorted brightly, as she chucked the bunch of violets she had been wearing out of the cab window because they were somewhat wilted, and she added warningly, "I hate mean people!"
He laughed good naturedly.
Their first misunderstanding came over the question where they were to live after their return from the European trip. It seems that Parker had already bought land far out on the north sh.o.r.e of the Lake in a new and promising neighborhood and proposed building a house there. Milly was ready enough to build: she had large plans for her new home. But she had set her mind on a lot on the Drive, a block from the Bowman place and two from the Gilberts--"the most desirable site in the city, every one says," she explained, "and so near all our friends."
Parker tried to make her understand that fifty thousand dollars was altogether too much money to put into an "unproductive investment" like that.
"You"ve got the money?" Milly demanded succinctly.
He admitted it reluctantly.
"Then I can"t see why we shouldn"t have the best."
Milly, who had secret plans of running the great Bowman a social race, was thoroughly irritated at his obstinacy. They turned from the vacant lot, which they had been examining for the second time, and walked down the Drive at odds.