"Cupid in a sweater!" Adoree exclaimed. "Well, I believe it, for your playing made me positively mushy. I"ve been hugging a sofa- cushion and dreaming of heroes for ever so long. Why, at this moment I"d marry the janitor."
With the eager shyness of a boy he inquired: "Do you really like to hear me play? Can I come and play for you again?"
"Not without a chaperon," she told him, positively; "wool tickles my cheek."
Pope rose hastily and in some embarra.s.sment. He could write about love with a cynic"s pen, but he could not bear to talk about it even in a joking way. He eyed the speaker with the frightened fascination of a charmed rabbit, until she laughed in mischievous enjoyment of his perturbation.
"Oh, never fear! It will take more than music to make me forget what you are. Say!" She yawned, doubled up her little fists, and stretched. "Won"t you play something to make those lovers go home, so I can go to bed?"
He shook his head. "Not until we go to the nearest cafe and have a bite to eat."
"There are no cafes open at this hour."
In spite of her protestations that she was not hungry he bore her away with him, bareheaded as she was, and in the next block they found an unsuspected little place called the "Chauffeurs" Lunch,"
where a man was busy making sandwiches of the whitest bread and the most delicious-smelling Hamburger for a hungry cabby with a battered hat. And there they each ate a bowl of crackers and milk with a baked apple, using the arms of their chairs for tables.
Pope"s bill was forty cents, and, strangely enough, not even when he paid it did he remember that this was the woman for whose company at supper other men paid five hundred dollars.
CHAPTER XXV
Bob"s work as a salesman continued to be so effective that Kurtz finally offered him a salaried position. But instead of accepting, Bob made a counter-proposition that caused the little man to gasp.
Briefly, it was to extend the scope of the present business by laying in a stock of extravagant, high-priced shirt and necktie materials, with Bob as partner in the new venture. Kurtz protested that he was not a haberdasher, but he was constrained to admit that Bob had the right idea of smart business, and after some discussion accepted his employee"s nonchalant offer to go halves on the new venture and share in its profits. The fact that Bob had no money with which to carry through his part of the deal troubled that youth not in the least--Kurtz"s credit was ample. Bob"s theory of securing the Fifth Avenue trade was to double existing prices, and if this did not bring the business, to double them a second time; and this theory was correct, as he demonstrated when the new department was organized.
But despite the excellent income he now began to make there was never anything left in the Wharton bank-account, for Bob moved his wife to a more pretentious apartment on Riverside Drive and managed to increase their expenses so as to balance his earnings very nicely. It was quite a feat to adjust a fixed outlay to a varying income so that nothing whatever should remain, and he considered it a strong proof of his capacities that he succeeded.
By Christmas the haberdashery venture had shown such a profit that he began to pile up a small bank-account in spite of himself; so he bought an automobile, which served to eat up any monthly profits and guarantee a deficit under the most favorable circ.u.mstances. Being thus relieved of financial uncertainty, he laid plans to wrest from Kurtz a full partnership in the tailoring business itself.
The Whartons" new home was charming, and Bob provided his wife with every luxury. Lorelei did not regret that she was prevented from going out as much as formerly--her experience at Fennellcourt had cured her of any desire to get into her husband"s social set-- and unconsciously she and Bob began to develop a real home life.
As time went on and evidences of prosperity showed themselves Lorelei"s family forgot some of their dislike of Bob and became more companionable. Strangely enough, too, their cost of living increased in proportion to their friendliness; but Bob never questioned any amount they asked him for, and he swelled their allowance with characteristic prodigality.
Lorelei was proud of him, as she had reason to be, but she had occasion for sorrow as well. His generosity was really big, his pagan joyousness banished shadows, but he was intensely human in his failings, and in spite of his determination to stop drinking, in spite of all his earnest promises, the old appet.i.te periodically betrayed him. For a month, for two months at a time, he would manfully fight his desires, then without excuse, without cause, just when he was boasting loudest of his victory, he would fall. And yet drinking did not brutalize him as it does most men; he never became disgusting; liquor intoxicated him, but less in body than in spirit. His repentance followed promptly, his chagrin was intense, and his fear of Lorelei almost ludicrous. But the girl had acquired a wider charity, a gentler patience; she grieved, she tried to help him, and his frailty endeared him to her. Love had been slow to awaken; in fact, she had not been definitely aware of its birth; but suddenly she had found it flowering in her soul, and now it flourished the more as that other interest intensified and began to dominate her.
Bob responded to all her efforts save one: she could not make him serious. On the whole, however, they were more happy than they had ever been.
One day, during the slack holiday season, Hannibal Wharton appeared at the Kurtz establishment. He appraised the elaborate surroundings with a hostile eye and stared at his son impa.s.sively.
"So! You"re a seamstress now," he began, and Bob grinned. "Merkle told me you repaid his loan and had an automobile."
"That"s true."
"Second-hand car?"
"No."
"How much do you owe?"
"Nothing, except for stock."
"Stock! What do you mean?"
"Kurtz and I are partners in one end of this business."
"I"ll be d.a.m.ned!" breathed Mr. Wharton. Then he inquired, curiously, "Do you like this work?"
"It"s not what I prefer, still there is a margin of profit."
"Huh! I should think so, at ninety dollars a suit. Well, this town is full of fools."
Bob agreed. "But we dress "em better than they do in Pittsburg."
After a moment"s consideration Hannibal said slowly: "Mother"s at the Waldorf; she wants to see you. You"ve just about broken her heart, Bob."
"We"re not going out much, but perhaps we could call on her--"
""We"! I said she wants to see YOU."
"And not my wife?"
"Certainly not. Neither do I. You don"t seem to understand--"
Bob answered smoothly: "Certainly I understand; you think ninety dollars is too much for a suit. Perhaps I can show you something in scarfs of an exclusive design?"
"Don"t be funny!" growled his father.
"Really, dad, you"d better go. That suit of yours is a sight.
Somebody may think we made it for you."
Mr. Wharton remained silent for a moment. "The situation is impossible, and anybody but you would see it. We can"t accept that woman, and we won"t. She"s notorious."
"No more so than I--or you, for that matter."
"She"s a grafter. She"d quit you if I paid her enough."
"How do you know?"
"Her mother has been to see me half a dozen times. I"ve offered to pay her anything within reason, but they"re holding out for something big. You come back, Bob. Let her go back to her own people."
"And what"s to become of the other one?" Bob was smiling faintly.
"The other one? What do you mean?"
"I mean there will be three in the family soon, dad; you"re going to be a grandfather."
The effect of this announcement was unexpected. Hannibal Wharton was momentarily stricken dumb, for once he was utterly at a loss.
Then, instead of raising his voice, he spoke with a sharp, stuttering incisiveness: