Blizzard"s office, where he held the threads of many enterprises, became a sort of clearing-house for East Side troubles. He kept free certain hours during which, sitting for all the world like a judge, he listened to private affairs, and sympathizing, scolding, wheedling, and even bullying, he gave advice, gave money, found work, brought about reconciliations, and turned hundreds of erring feet into the straight and narrow path. He preached, and very eloquently, the gospel of common-sense. For every crisis in people"s lives, he seemed to remember a parallel. And his knowledge, especially of criminalities and the workings of crooked minds, seemed very marvellous to those who sought him out. And he was an easy man to speak truth to, for there were very few wicked things that he had not done himself. It is easier to confess theft to a thief than to a man of virtue, and the resulting advice may very well be just the same.
His energy and activity were endless. "It"s just as hard work," he told Rose, "to do good in the world as to do evil. I haven"t changed my methods, only my conditions and ideals. You"ve got to get the confidence of the people you"re working for, and to get that you"ve got to know more about them than they know about themselves. To know that a man has murdered, gives you power over that man; to know that another man has done something fine and manly, gives you a hold on that man. Real men are ashamed of having two things found out about them--their secret bad actions, and their secret good actions. Men who do good for the sake of notoriety aren"t real men."
"I know who"s a real man," said Rose.
He regarded her with much tenderness and amus.e.m.e.nt. "Rose," he said, "there"s one thing I"m keen to know."
"What?"
"Will you give an honest answer?"
She nodded.
"Well then, do you like me as much as you did when I used to maltreat you and bully you and threaten you? Or do you like me more, or do you like me less?"
"It"s just the same," she said, "only that then I was unhappy all the time, and now all the time I"m happy."
"Were you unhappy because I wasn"t kind?"
She laughed that idea to scorn. "I was unhappy because you liked somebody else more than me."
The amus.e.m.e.nt went out of Blizzard"s face; the tenderness remained.
There was one thing that he was determined to do with his life, and that was to make Rose a good husband. And he was very fond of her, and she could make him laugh, but it wasn"t going to be very easy, as long as the image of another girl persisted in haunting him.
LI
When Wilmot Allen left Blizzard"s house, he went direct to a barber-shop, where he remained for three hundred years. During this period, he lost his beard and thereby regained his self-respect. It took him a hundred years to reach the Grand Central, and a thousand more to get from there to Clovelly.
"I got your telegram," said Barbara.
"When?" he asked anxiously.
She broke into a sudden smile. "Oh," she said, "about fourteen hundred years ago."
"Barbara," he said, "that"s a miracle! If you"d said thirteen hundred or fifteen hundred it would have been guessing, but fourteen hundred is the exact time that has pa.s.sed since I telegraphed."
"Have you had breakfast?"
"No," he said, "I didn"t have time."
They strolled through the familiar house, talking nonsense. They were almost too glad to see each other, for there was now no longer any question of Barbara making up her mind. It had been made up for her, and Wilmot knew this somehow without being told. But when had the definite change come?--that change which made her caring for Wilmot different from all her other carings? She could not say.
He had dreaded telling her about Harry West"s death. And when he had done so he watched her grave face with appealing eyes. Presently she smiled a little.
"I"m _not_ heartless," she said, "but I"m going to keep on forgetting all the times when there was anybody but you. I expect most girls do a lot of shilly-shallying before they are sure of themselves."
"And you are really sure of yourself?"
"Yes, Wilmot, if I"m sure of you."
"The first thing," he said, "is to look into these mining properties we"ve fallen heir to. West wasn"t the kind of man to be easily fooled; at the same time I myself have learned something about mines."
"For instance?" Her face was very mischievous.
"Well," he said, "for instance, I have learned that there are mines _and_ mines. And you know, Barbs dear, I"m not eligible yet. I owe money, I haven"t made good at anything, and I"ve got to--first of all.
Haven"t I?"
"Are you going to sit right there and tell me that we"re not to be married until you"ve paid your debts and made a fortune? Where do I come in? What life have I to lead except yours? If you are in debt, so am I.
If you"ve got to dig holes in the ground, so have I. Whatever has got to be done, we"ve got to do it together. So much is clear. Of course it would be _easier_ for you!"
A little later he asked her what she was going to do with her head of Blizzard.
"Nothing," she said. "If it is good enough, it will survive these troubled times. If it isn"t, somebody will break it up."
"Are you through with art?"
"What have I to do with art?" she said. "I"m in love. I used to think that women ought to have professions and all. But there"s only one thing that a woman can do supremely well--and that"s to make a home for a man.
That will take all that she has in her of art and heart and ambition and delicacy. Of course if a girl is denied the opportunity of making a home, she can paint and sculp and thump the piano and get her name in the papers. What I want to know is--when do _we_ start West?"
"You"ve offered to take me just as I am, with all my enc.u.mbrances, and to help me fight things through to a good finish. And I think that is pure folly on your part. But there"s going to be no more folly on mine.
I"m going to be a fool. Barbs--come here!"
He held out his arms, and she threw herself into them.
"Is to-morrow too soon, Barbs?"
"We could hardly arrange things sooner, but to my mind to-morrow is not nearly soon enough."
"What will your father say?"
"Why, if he"s the father I think he is he"ll bless us and wish us good luck. There"ll be an awful lot to do. Hadn"t we better jump into a car, run over to Greenwich, and get married? That will be just so much off our minds."
LII
The young Allens began their new life by plunging themselves still deeper in debt. Their honeymoon was very short. They spent it on Long Island Sound in a yacht which Wilmot borrowed over the telephone, just before they left Clovelly to be married. On the sixth day they went West. In Salt Lake City they foregathered with a mining engineer to whom Wilmot had secured letters. This one fell in love with Barbara, closed his office and went with them into the hills for ten days. They came out of the hills with brown faces and sparkling eyes. The engineer opened his office and dictated his report of their mines to his stenographer.
During this work of enthusiasm he occasionally sighed, and the stenographer knit her brows.
"Now then," said the engineer to Wilmot and Barbara, "if my name is any good in New York, you can raise all the money you need on that doc.u.ment.
If you can"t, telegraph, and I can raise it here."
"But," said Barbara, growing very practical, "if the money can be raised here, why blow in two car-fares _and_ a drawing-room from here to New York and back?"