"She was wondering how she could find you," I said. "You see, they"re busy getting up a house-party and she was running over her men. "If I only knew where that dear Doctor Jones was," she said, and then asked me, if by any possible chance--"
His fine blue eyes were glistening with all sorts of tender thoughts. It was really touching. And I was in love myself, you know.
"So she has remained unmarried!" he exclaimed softly.
"Unmarried--after all these years!"
"She"s a very popular girl," I said. "She"s had dozens of men at her feet--but an unfortunate attachment, something that seems to go back to about three years ago, has apparently determined her to stay out of the game!"
Doctor Jones dropped his head on his hands and murmured something that sounded like "Eleanor, Eleanor!" Then he looked up with one of the most radiant smiles I ever saw on a man"s face. "I hope I"m not presuming on a very short acquaintance," he said, "but the fact is--why should I not tell you?--Miss Van Coort was the woman in my life!"
I explained to him that Freddy was the woman in mine.
Then you ought to have seen us fraternize!
In twenty minutes I had him almost convinced that Eleanor had loved him all these years. But he worried a lot about a Mr. Wise who had been on the same train, and a certain Colonel Hadow who had also paid Eleanor attention. Jones was a great fellow for wanting to be sure. I pooh-poohed them out of the way and gave him the open track. Then, indeed, the clouds rolled away. He beamed with joy. In his rich gush of friendship he recurred to the subject of my insomnia with a new-born enthusiasm. He subdivided all my symptoms. He dived again into my physical being. He consulted German authorities. I squirmed and lied and resisted all I could, but he said he owed me an eternal debt that could only be liquidated by an absolute cure. He wanted to tie me up and shoot me with an X-ray. He ordered me to wear white socks. He had a long, terrifying look at a drop of my blood. He jerked hairs out of my head to sample my nerve force. He said I was a baffling subject, but that he meant to make me well if it took the last shot in the scientific locker. And he wound up at last by refusing point-blank to be paid a cent!
I waltzed away on air to write an account of the whole affair to Freddy, and dictate a plan of operations. I was justified in feeling proud of myself. Most men would have tamely submitted to their fate instead of chasing up all the Joneses of Jonesville!
Freddy sent me an early answer--a gay, happy, overflowing little note--telling me to try and engage Doctor Jones for a three-day house-party at Morristown. I was to telegraph when he could come, and was promised an official invitation from Mrs.
Matthewman. (She was the aunt, you know, that they lived with --one of those old porcelain ladies with a lace cap and a rent-roll.) However, I could not do anything for two days, for we had reached a crisis in the labor troubles, and matters were approaching the breaking point. We were threatened with one of those "sympathetic" strikes that drive business men crazy. There was no question at issue between ourselves and our employees; but the thing ramified off somewhere to the sugar vacuum-boiler riveters" union. Finally the S.Y.B.R.U. came to a settlement with their bosses, and peace was permitted to descend on Hodge & Westoby"s.
I took immediate advantage of it to descend myself on Doctor Jones. He received me with open arms and an insomniacal outburst. He had been reading up; he had been seeing distinguished confreres; he had been mastering the subject to the last dot, and was panting to begin. I hated to dampen such friendship and ardor by telling him that I had completely recovered. Under the circ.u.mstances it seemed brutal--but I did it. The poor fellow tried to argue with me, but I insisted that I now slept like a top. It sounded horribly ungrateful. Here I was spurning the treasures of his mind, and almost insulting him with my disgusting good health. I swerved off to the house-party; Eleanor"s delight, and so on; Mrs. Matthewman"s pending invitation; the hope that he might have an early date free--
He listened to it all in silence, walking restlessly about the office, his blue eyes shining with a strange light. He took up a bronze paper-weight and gazed at it with an intensity of self-absorption.
"I can"t go," he said.
"Oh, but you have to," I exclaimed.
"Mr. Westoby," he resumed, "I was foolish enough to back a friend"s credit at a store here. He has skipped to Minnesota, and I am left with three hundred and four dollars and seventy-five cents to pay. To take a three days" holiday would be a serious matter to me at any time, but at this moment it is impossible."
I gave him a good long look. He didn"t strike me as a borrowing kind of man. I should probably insult him by volunteering. Was there ever anything so unfortunate?
"I can"t go," he repeated with a little choke.
"You may never have another opportunity," I said. "Eleanor is doing a thing I should never have expected from one of her proud and reserved nature. The advances of such a woman--"
He interrupted me with a groan.
"If it wasn"t for my mother I"d throw everything to the winds and fly to her," he burst out. "But I have a mother--a sainted mother, Mr. Westoby--her welfare must always be my first consideration!"
"Is there no chance of anything turning up?" I said. "An appendicitis case--an outbreak of measles? I thought there was a lot of scarlatina just now."
He shook his head dejectedly.
"Doctor," I began again, "I am pretty well fixed myself. I"m blessed with an income that runs to five figures. If all goes the way it should we shall be brothers-in-law in six months. We are almost relations. Give me the privilege of taking over this small obligation--"
I never saw a man so overcome. My proposal seemed to tear the poor devil to pieces. When he spoke his voice was trembling.
"You don"t know what it means to me to refuse," he said. "My self-respect my--my . . . " And then he positively began to weep!
"You said three hundred and four dollars and seventy-five cents, I believe?"
He waved it from him with a long, lean hand.
"I can not do it," he said; "and, for G.o.d"s sake, don"t ask me to!"
I argued with him for twenty minutes; I laid the question before him in a million lights; I racked him with a picture of Eleanor, so deeply hurt, so mortified, that in her recklessness and despair she would probably throw herself away on the first man that offered! This was his chance, I told him; the one chance of his life; he was letting a piece of idiotic pride wreck the probable happiness of years. He agreed with me with moans and weeps. He had the candor of a child and the torrential sentiment of a German musician. Three hundred and four dollars and seventy-five cents stood between him and eternal bliss, and yet he waved my pocketbook from him! And all the while I saw myself losing Freddy.
I went away with his "No, no, no!" still ringing in my ears.
At the club I found a note from Freddy. She pressed me to lose no time. Mrs. Matthewman was talking of going to Europe, and of course she and Eleanor would have to accompany her. Eleanor, she said, had ordered two new gowns and had brightened up wonderfully. "Only yesterday she told me she wished that silly doctor would hurry up and come--and that, you know, from Eleanor is almost a declaration!"
Some of my best friends happened to be in the club. It occurred to me that poor Nevill was diabetic, and that Charley Crossman had been boring everybody about his gout. I b.u.t.tonholed them both, and laid my unfortunate predicament before them. I said I"d pay all the expenses. In fact, the more they could make it cost the better I"d be pleased.
"What," roared Nevill, "put myself in the hands of a young fool so that he may fill his empty pockets with your money! Where do I come in? Good heavens, Westoby, you"re crazy! Think what would happen to me if it came to Doctor Saltworthy"s ears? He"d never have anything more to do with me!"
Charley Crossman was equally rebellious and unreasonable.
"I guess you"ve never had the gout," he said grimly.
"But Charley, old man," I pleaded, "all that you"d have to do would be to let him talk to you. I don"t ask you to suffer for it. Just pay--that"s all--pay my money!"
"I"m awfully easily talked into things," said Charley. (There was never such a mule on the Produce Exchange.) "He"d be saying, "Take this"--and I"m the kind of blankety-blank fool that would take it!"
Then I did a mean thing. I reminded Crossman of having backed some bills of his--big bills, too--at a time when it was touch and go whether he"d manage to keep his head above water.
"Westoby," he replied, "don"t think that time has lessened my sense of that obligation. I"d cut off my right hand to do you a good turn. But for heaven"s sake, don"t ask me to monkey with my gout!"
The best I could get out of him was the promise of an anemic servant-girl. Nevill generously threw in a groom with varicose veins. Small contributions, but thankfully received.
"Now, what you do," said Nevill, "is to go round right off and interview Bishop Jordan. He has sick people to burn!"
But I said Jones would get on to it if I deluged him with the misery of the slums.
"That"s just where the bishop comes in," said Nevill. "There isn"t a man more in touch with the saddest kind of poverty in New York--the decent, clean, shrinking poverty that hides away from all the deadhead coffee and doughnuts. If I was in your fix I"d fall over myself to reach Jordan!"
"Yes, you try Jordan," said Charley, who, I"m sure, had never heard of him before.
"Then it"s me for Jordan," said I.
I went down stairs and told one of the bell-boys to look up the address in the telephone-book. It seemed to me he looked pale, that boy.
"Aren"t you well, Dan?" I said.
"I don"t know what"s the matter with me, sir. I guess it must be the night work."
I gave him a five-dollar bill and made him write down 1892 Eighth Avenue on a piece of paper.