We had one or two conferences, and Ned speedily lost himself in a maze of figures. His nimble fancy was recalcitrant to mental discipline, and he excused his inattention with the plea that he had no head for business.
"All I know is that it"s a colossal undertaking, and that short of living on bread and water--" and then we turned anew to the hard problem of retrenchment.
At the close of the second conference we fixed a date for a third, when Ned"s business adviser was to be called in; but before the day came, I learned casually that the Halidons had gone south. Some weeks later Ned wrote me from Florida, apologizing for his remissness. They had rushed off suddenly--his wife had a cough, he explained.
When they returned in the spring, I heard that they had bought the Brereton house, for what seemed to my inexperienced ears a very large sum. But Ned, whom I met one day at the club, explained to me convincingly that it was really the most economical thing they could do. "You don"t understand about such things, dear boy, living in your Diogenes tub; but wait till there"s a Mrs. Diogenes. I can a.s.sure you it"s a lot cheaper than building, which is what Daisy would have preferred, and of course," he added, his color rising as our eyes met, "of course, once the Academy"s going, I shall have to make my head-quarters here; and I suppose even you won"t grudge me a roof over my head."
The Brereton roof was a vast one, with a marble bal.u.s.trade about it; and I could quite understand, without Ned"s halting explanation, that "under the circ.u.mstances" it would be necessary to defer what he called "our work--" "Of course, after we"ve rallied from this amputation, we shall grow fresh supplies--I mean my wife"s investments will," he laughingly corrected, "and then we"ll have no big outlays ahead and shall know exactly where we stand. After all, my dear fellow, charity begins at home!"
IV
THE Halidons floated off to Europe for the summer. In due course their return was announced in the social chronicle, and walking up Fifth Avenue one afternoon I saw the back of the Brereton house sheathed in scaffolding, and realized that they were adding a wing.
I did not look up Halidon, nor did I hear from him till the middle of the winter. Once or twice, meanwhile, I had seen him in the back of his wife"s opera box; but Mrs. Halidon had grown so resplendent that she reduced her handsome husband to a supernumerary. In January the papers began to talk of the Halidon ball; and in due course I received a card for it. I was not a frequenter of b.a.l.l.s, and had no intention of going to this one; but when the day came some obscure impulse moved me to set aside my rule, and toward midnight I presented myself at Ned"s illuminated portals.
I shall never forget his look when I accosted him on the threshold of the big new ballroom. With celibate egoism I had rather fancied he would be gratified by my departure from custom; but one glance showed me my mistake. He smiled warmly, indeed, and threw into his hand-clasp an artificial energy of welcome--"You of all people--my dear fellow!
Have you seen Daisy?"--but the look behind the smile made me feel cold in the crowded room.
Nor was Mrs. Halidon"s greeting calculated to restore my circulation.
"Have you come to spy on us?" her frosty smile seemed to say; and I crept home early, wondering if she had not found me out.
It was the following week that Halidon turned up one day in my office.
He looked pale and thinner, and for the first time I noticed a dash of gray in his hair. I was startled at the change in him, but I reflected that it was nearly a year since we had looked at each other by daylight, and that my shaving-gla.s.s had doubtless a similar tale to tell.
He fidgeted about the office, told me a funny story about his little boy, and then dropped into a chair.
"Look here," he said, "I want to go into business."
"Business?" I stared.
"Well, why not? I suppose men have gone to work, even at my age, and not made a complete failure of it. The fact is, I want to make some money." He paused, and added: "I"ve heard of an opportunity to pick up for next to nothing a site for the Academy, and if I could lay my hands on a little cash--"
"Do you want to speculate?" I interposed.
"Heaven forbid! But don"t you see that, if I had a fixed job--so much a quarter--I could borrow the money and pay it off gradually?"
I meditated upon this astounding proposition. "Do you really think it"s wise to buy a site before--"
"Before what?"
"Well--seeing ahead a little?"
His face fell for a moment, but he rejoined cheerfully: "It"s an exceptional chance, and after all, I _shall_ see ahead if I can get regular work. I can put by a little every month, and by and bye, when our living expenses diminish, my wife means to come forward--her idea would be to give the building--"
He broke off and drummed on the table, waiting nervously for me to speak. He did not say on what grounds he still counted on a diminution of his household expenses, and I had not the cruelty to press this point; but I murmured, after a moment: "I think you"re right--I should try to buy the land."
We discussed his potentialities for work, which were obviously still an unknown quant.i.ty, and the conference ended in my sending him to a firm of real-estate brokers who were looking out for a partner with a little money to invest. Halidon had a few thousands of his own, which he decided to embark in the venture; and thereafter, for the remaining months of the winter, he appeared punctually at a desk in the brokers"
office, and sketched plans of the Academy on the back of their business paper. The site for the future building had meanwhile been bought, and I rather deplored the publicity which Ned gave to the fact; but, after all, since this publicity served to commit him more deeply, to pledge him conspicuously to the completion of his task, it was perhaps a wise instinct of self-coercion that had prompted him.
It was a dull winter in realty, and toward spring, when the market began to revive, one of the Halidon children showed symptoms of a delicate throat, and the fashionable doctor who humoured the family ailments counselled--nay, commanded--a prompt flight to the Mediterranean.
"He says a New York spring would be simply criminal--and as for those ghastly southern places, my wife won"t hear of them; so we"re off. But I shall be back in July, and I mean to stick to the office all summer."
He was true to his word, and reappeared just as all his friends were deserting town. For two torrid months he sat at his desk, drawing fresh plans of the Academy, and waiting for the wind-fall of a "big deal"; but in September he broke down from the effect of the unwonted confinement, and his indignant wife swept him off to the mountains.
"Why Ned should work when we have the money--I wish he would sell that wretched piece of land!" And sell it he did one day: I chanced on a record of the transaction in the realty column of the morning paper. He afterward explained the sale to me at length. Owing to some spasmodic effort at munic.i.p.al improvement, there had been an unforeseen rise in the adjoining property, and it would have been foolish--yes, I agreed that it would have been foolish. He had made $10,000 on the sale, and that would go toward paying off what he had borrowed for the original purchase. Meanwhile he could be looking about for another site.
Later in the winter he told me it was a bad time to look. His position in the real-estate business enabled him to follow the trend of the market, and that trend was obstinately upward. But of course there would be a reaction--and he was keeping his eyes open.
As the resuscitated Academy scheme once more fell into abeyance, I saw Halidon less and less frequently; and we had not met for several months, when one day of June, my morning paper startled me with the announcement that the President had appointed Edward Halidon of New York to be Civil Commissioner of our newly acquired Eastern possession, the Manana Islands. "The unhealthy climate of the islands, and the defective sanitation of the towns, make it necessary that vigorous measures should be taken to protect the health of the American citizens established there, and it is believed that Mr. Halidon"s large experience of Eastern life and well-known energy of character--" I read the paragraph twice; then I dropped the paper, and projected myself through the subway to Halidon"s office. But he was not there; he had not been there for a month. One of the clerks believed he was in Washington.
"It"s true, then!" I said to myself. "But Mrs. Halidon in the Mananas--?"
A day or two later Ned appeared in my office. He looked better than when we had last met, and there was a determined line about his lips.
"My wife? Heaven forbid! You don"t suppose I should think of taking her? But the job is a tremendously interesting one, and it"s the kind of work I believe I can do--the only kind," he added, smiling rather ruefully.
"But my dear Ned--"
He faced me with a look of quiet resolution. "I think I"ve been through all the _buts_. It"s an infernal climate, of course, but then I am used to the East--I know what precautions to take. And it would be a big thing to clean up that Augean stable."
"But consider your wife and children--"
He met this with deliberation. "I _have_ considered my children--that"s the point. I don"t want them to be able to say, when they look back: "He was content to go on living on that money--""
"My dear Ned--"
"That"s the one thing they _shan"t_ say of me," he pressed on vehemently. "I"ve tried other ways--but I"m no good at business. I see now that I shall never make money enough to carry out the scheme myself; but at least I can clear out, and not go on being _his_ pensioner--seeing his dreams turned into horses and carpets and clothes--"
He broke off, and leaning on my desk hid his face in his hands. When he looked up again his flush of wrath had subsided.
"Just understand me--it"s not _her_ fault. Don"t fancy I"m trying for an instant to shift the blame. A woman with children simply obeys the instinct of her s.e.x; she puts them first--and I wouldn"t have it otherwise. As far as she"s concerned there were no conditions attached--there"s no reason why she should make any sacrifice." He paused, and added painfully: "The trouble is, I can"t make her see that I am differently situated."
"But, Ned, the climate--what are you going to gain by chucking yourself away?"
He lifted his brows. "That"s a queer argument from _you_. And, besides, I"m up to the tricks of all those ague-holes. And I"ve _got_ to live, you see: I"ve got something to put through." He saw my look of enquiry, and added with a shy, poignant laugh--how I hear it still!--: "I don"t mean only the job in hand, though that"s enough in itself; but Paul"s work--you understand.--It won"t come in _my_ day, of course--I"ve got to accept that--but my boy"s a splendid chap" (the boy was three), "and I tell you what it is, old man, I believe when he grows up _he"ll put it through_."
Halidon went to the Mananas, and for two years the journals brought me incidental reports of the work he was accomplishing. He certainly had found a job to his hand: official words of commendation rang through the country, and there were lengthy newspaper leaders on the efficiency with which our representative was prosecuting his task in that lost corner of our colonies. Then one day a brief paragraph announced his death--"one of the last victims of the pestilence he had so successfully combated."
That evening, at my club, I heard men talking of him. One said: "What"s the use of a fellow wasting himself on a lot of savages?" and another wiseacre opined: "Oh, he went off because there was friction at home. A fellow like that, who knew the East, would have got through all right if he"d taken the proper precautions. I saw him before he left, and I never saw a man look less as if he wanted to live."
I turned on the last speaker, and my voice made him drop his lighted cigar on his complacent knuckles.
"I never knew a man," I exclaimed, "who had better reasons for wanting to live!"
A handsome youth mused: "Yes, his wife is very beautiful--but it doesn"t follow--"