There was nothing in his demeanor to suggest that he had been a victor.
His face was white, and after his eyes had held hers for a long time he gave her a wistful little smile which expressed regret, sorrow, renunciation, rather than pride. She no longer wondered at the interest she felt in this man; she knew that she loved him. She was able to own that truth to herself, and to view it calmly because she had made her promise to Richard Dodd and was resolved to keep it. That determination made of this love a precious possession that she could put away for ever out of the sight of all the world. Such a poor, meager, little story of love it was! A few meetings--a hand-touch--a word or two.
There in that packed forum had been their only real love-making. Over the heads of angry men they had told each other with their eyes. There was no misunderstanding on the part of either. Both knew the truth.
And yet, after he had told her, this enigma of a man bowed his head and edged his way to the door, moving un.o.btrusively through the press of humanity, taking advantage of the confusion which marked the entrance of Archer Converse.
Impulse goaded Kate Kilgour at that moment. She did not reason or reflect. Something in the air of this man told her that sorrow instead of triumph was dominating him; his whole demeanor had said "Farewell"
when he had turned from her. The instinct of the woman who loves and longs to comfort the object of that affection drove her out of the hall, and she followed him--ashamed, marveling at herself, searching her soul for words with which to excuse her madness, should he turn and behold her.
But the autumn dusk was early and she was grateful because it shrouded her.
Farr, leaving the din of the convention, going forth alone, looked more like the vanquished than the victor. He walked slowly, his head was lowered, and he turned off the Boulevard at once, seeking deserted streets which led him down toward the big mills.
Their myriad lights shone from dusty windows, row upon row, and the staccato chatter of the looms sounded ceaselessly.
Farr climbed the fence where old Etienne was everlastingly raking. The young man had not seen much of the old rack-tender for some weeks, and now he greeted Etienne rather curtly as he pa.s.sed on his way to the tree. But Etienne seemed to understand.
"Ah, I will not talk, m"sieu". I will not bodder you. I hear how much you have work and run about, and you must be very tire."
There was a crackle of autumn chill in the air, but Farr took off his hat and sat down and leaned his head against the tree. He closed his eyes. One might have thought that he wished to sleep.
When the rack-tender made his next turn toward the street he saw a woman at the fence, and as he peered she beckoned to him. He went close and saw it was the pretty lady to whom he had told the story of Rosemarie.
She trembled as she clutched the top of the high fence, and when she spoke to him he understood that she was very near to tears.
"Is there not some way--some gate by which I may come in?" she pleaded.
"That is not allow, ma"m"selle. It is trespa.s.s."
"But I want to speak--to--tell him--We can talk over there beside the tree and will not be heard. It is to Mr. Farr I wish to speak. I saw him when he climbed the fence." She hurried her appeal with pitiful eagerness.
"Ah yes, I have one little gate for maself--for my frien"--for hees frien", ma"m"selle. I will break the rule. You shall come in."
She went softly and stood before Farr for some minutes before he opened his eyes.
Then he looked up and saw her and he did not speak. He seemed to accept her presence as a natural matter. She was clasping her hands tightly to steady herself. His calm demeanor helped her.
"I don"t know why I came here," she murmured.
"I know. It"s because you are sorry for me."
"But I followed you. I dared to do that. I don"t know why. I haven"t the words--I can"t explain."
"I understand. You wondered why I came away from the convention. You want to ask me why."
"Yes, that"s it. I am interested in the fight. I have left the office where so many bad things were planned."
"I know. It was good of you to warn me."
"And now I am afraid you are in trouble."
"I am."
"But you have many good friends now, sir."
"I fear they cannot help me. When I left that hall I tried to tell you with my eyes that I was going away."
"I--I think I understood," she stammered. "It was wrong--it was folly--but I followed you without knowing why I did so."
"I am glad you did. I can say farewell to you here."
"But you must not go away, Mr. Farr. You are needed."
"I am going because I can best help the work in that way. If I stay here I may be the cause of great harm."
"I cannot understand."
"I do not want you to understand."
"Why?"
"It is a matter which concerns others besides myself."
"Does Mr. Converse know that you are going away?"
"I shall tell him to-night before I leave town."
"He will not allow you to do."
"Yes--he will," the young man returned, quietly.
There was a long silence.
"Coming here--following you--it was a mad thing for me to do," said the girl, still striving to find explanation for her act. "But I have had so much trouble in my own life--I am sorry for others who are in trouble. I want to tell you that I am sorry."
"I understand," he repeated.
Another period of silence followed.
"That is all," said the girl. "I only wanted to tell you what a grand battle you won to-day--and then I saw your face there in the hall and I knew that you did not want praise--you wanted somebody to say to you, "I"m sorry."" She dwelt upon the word which expressed her sympathy, putting all her heart into her voice. "And now I"ll be going," she said, "and I hope you understand and will forgive me."
Farr had been sitting with head against the trunk of the tree. When he had started to rise she requested him to remain seated. Now he stood up so quickly that she gasped. She was plainly still less at ease when he stood and came close to her.
"Wait a moment. You think that I am a very strange sort of man, do you not?"
She was silent.
"You need not answer--it doesn"t need answer. You naturally must think that. You met me when I was a vagrant. You have seen me selling ice from a cart-tail. But--I will be very frank, for this is a time which demands frankness--you have seen me in other circ.u.mstances which have been a bit more creditable. You do not know who I am or what to make of me. But with all your heart and soul you know that I love you," he declared, his tones low and tense and thrilling. "That love has needed no words. It has been strange love-making. Wait! This isn"t going to be what you think. If I were simply going to say I love you I would have said it to you long ago--I am not a coward--and I had seen the one mate of all the world; I knew it when I saw you in the dust of the long highway. And after you went on I picked a rose beside the way, and the ashes of that rose are in my pocket now. I called you the little sister of the rose and plodded along after you, playing with a dream. And I threw the rose away after I saw you in the woods with your lover--and understood. But I went back and hunted on my knees for your sister. I didn"t intend to say any of this to you. For it is of no use."
"No; I am promised to Richard Dodd," she sobbed.