"Thank you," was Fenton"s answer; "but the obligation, such as it is, I prefer to have stand, and I haven"t any money to put into stock of any kind now."
"Well, think it over. Don"t let your sentiments interfere too much with business. I"ll hold the stock for you for three days. If you"re fool enough to miss your opportunity after that I"m not responsible."
Naturally, this portion of the conversation Fenton did not impart to his wife.
Edith"s look became more perplexed as her talk with her husband continued; and the matter-of-fact way in which he spoke of approaching disaster was to her unintelligible.
"What is going to collapse?" she asked at length. "The stock?"
"Certainly, my dear. There isn"t anything behind it. I doubt if there ever was any Princeton Platinum mine, but I did think the men who were managing it were clever enough to get it to four or four and a half before they let go."
"But how could they get it to four or four and a half, if there isn"t any mine?"
"By gulling fools like me, my dear; that"s the way these things are always done."
A troubled look came over Mrs. Fenton"s face, and her lips closed a little more tightly.
"Well," demanded her husband impatiently, "what is it? Moral scruples?"
"It doesn"t seem to me to be very honest stock to be dealing in," Edith replied, timidly.
"To discuss the morality of stock speculation," he replied, with coolly elaborate courtesy, "is much like eating a fig. You may be biting the seeds all day without being sure you"ve finished them."
She was silenced, and cast down her eyes waiting for what he might choose to say next.
"The situation," he continued, after a pause, "is merely this. I haven"t the cleverness properly to manage being in debt. I don"t know how those notes are to be paid Sat.u.r.day, and have been given to understand that there are reasons, doubtless judicious, but extremely inconvenient, why they will not be renewed."
His manner was as calm as ever, but there was a growing hardness in his tone and a cruel tightening of his lips. His restraint had much of the calmness of despair. His was a nature which always outran actualities with imagined possibilities, and thus found in even the fullest joy a sense of loss and failure; while in misfortune, it magnified all evils until it was overwhelmed with the burden of their weight. He suffered the more acutely because he endured not only the sting of the present evil, but of all those which he foresaw might follow in its wake. He felt at this moment a growing necessity to find some one against whom he might logically turn his anger; and while he was firmly determined not to vent his displeasure upon his wife, his att.i.tude toward her became constantly more stern.
"If Uncle Peter were at home," Edith began, after a pause, "he might"--
"He might not," interrupted Arthur, roughly. "In any case he has taken the light of his countenance abroad, so he"s out of the question."
"But some of your friends, Arthur, might lend you the money you want."
"My dear Edith, do you fancy that within the past month I have failed to go over the list of my friends, backward and forward? Don"t say those tiresome, obvious things. I"ll fail and have an auction, and give up the house, and lose caste, and have a pleasant tea-party generally.
That"s the only thing there is to do."
Edith rose from her seat, and went around to where he was sitting.
Standing behind his chair she laid her hands on his shoulders, and, bending forward, kissed his cheek.
"I dare say, Arthur," she said, "that we should be quite as happy if we gave up trying to live in a way that we can"t afford; but meanwhile there is G.o.dmamma."
"Mrs. Glendower?"
"Yes. You know she has left me five thousand dollars in her will; and she told me once that if the time came that I needed the money desperately I should have it for the asking."
"That is kind of her," was her husband"s comment, "but it would be kinder to let you get it at once in the natural way. The comfort about a bequest is that you don"t have to feel grateful to any live man for it."
His words were brutal enough, but there was a new lightness in his tone. He caught instantly at this hope of relief, and he showed his appreciation of his wife"s cleverness in devising this scheme by caressing the hand which lay upon his shoulder.
"You can go to New York to-night," remarked Edith thoughtfully, ignoring his words, "and be back by Sat.u.r.day morning. If you didn"t so much dislike going to New York in the day time, you might get there in time to see G.o.dmamma to-night."
"To-morrow will be time enough," he answered. "You are a brick, Edith, to help me out of this sc.r.a.pe, and the magnitude of the moral reforms I"ll inst.i.tute in honor of my deliverance will astonish you."
He sprang up as light-heartedly as a boy. The means of escaping the annoyance of the present moment had been found, and his buoyant spirits lifted him above the doubts and troubles of the future.
They discussed together the details of his coming interview with Mrs.
Glendower, and the terms of the letter which Edith should write to her.
There was something most touching in the tender eagerness with which Edith prolonged the talk and clung to the occasion which had brought her and her husband, for the moment, together. She even forgot to deplore the misfortune which had given rise to this confidence, and, in her desire to be helpful to Arthur, she did not even remember that once her pride would have risen in rebellion at the bare suggestion of taking advantage of Mrs. Glendower"s offer. All day long she went about with a happier smile on her lips than had been there for many a long day. The danger of impending ruin seemed to have brought her consolation instead of grief; and in the prayers which she murmured in her heart as she stood with her arms clasped about Caldwell, when Fenton drove away that night, there was not a little thanksgiving mingled with her supplications.
x.x.xIV
WHAT TIME SHE CHANTED.
Hamlet; iv.--7.
The stock report which caused Fenton such unpleasant sensations was read that same morning by Mrs. Amanda Welsh Sampson with keen satisfaction of a sort seldom known to the truly virtuous. Mrs. Sampson was engaged in financial transactions of which the very magnitude caused her naive satisfaction, while the possible results made her bosom glow with unwonted emotion. Mrs. Sampson"s affection for Alfred Irons was neither deep nor tender in its nature, and in settling the bill for services rendered in the railroad case there was no sentiment likely to restrain her from making the best possible bargain. The bargain she made was of a nature to send her about her flat singing songs of triumph such as Deborah sang over the slaughter of the unfortunate Sisera.
The wily but impressible Erastus Snaffle, cheered by the widow"s wine, warmed by her smile, and smitten by her amiable conversation, had bestowed upon her, merely as a tribute which mammon might pay to the ever-womanly, three thousand shares of Princeton Platinum stock. He had done this at a time when it seemed doubtful whether even his adroitness could make the scheme a success; and it somewhat mars the l.u.s.tre of his generosity to record that he afterward regretted his impulsive open-handedness. He had been able to prevent Mrs. Sampson from realizing on her stock, very reasonably feeling that he was making philanthropic endeavors to benefit an ungrateful world rather against its will, and he did not mean that she should make a stumbling-block for him of his own generosity by putting this gift on the market when he wished to supply all buyers himself.
When it was quoted at three, the high-water mark so far, he had beguiled the widow with a c.o.c.k-and-bull story about the formalities of transferrence on the books of the company of stocks which had been given away; and by the time Mrs. Sampson had cleared her mind from the entanglements of this ingenious fiction the bottom had dropped out of the market.
In the midst of her disappointment in seeing what to her would have been almost a fortune melting into thin air, the fertile brain of Mrs.
Sampson had given birth to what was nothing less than an inspiration, She had gone to see Alfred Irons, and delicately but firmly insinuated that it was high time she received substantial tokens of the grat.i.tude of the Wachusett Syndicate, for her efforts in their behalf with the Hon. Thomas Greenfield. Mr. Irons had answered, as she had expected him to, that she had presented no bill. To this her reply was ready. She was prepared to state what would satisfy her. She explained that she felt the delicacy of her position, since, if any consideration pa.s.sed to her directly from the corporation, it was sure to be known, and unpleasant comment made. She had in her possession, she continued, certain stock, of which the market value was somewhere between two and two and a half, which, it struck her, might serve admirably to veil the generosity which had been promised her. Her proposition, in brief, was that Irons should take her three thousand shares of stock at four dollars, the difference between this and the market value, of course, being refunded to him by the company.
"By Gad! you"re a cheeky one!" had been Iron"s comment, more expressive than elegant, when the widow had laid her scheme wholly before him.
The railroad matter had, however, been settled to the satisfaction of the syndicate. Mr. Greenfield"s support of the Wachusett scheme at the hearing had been of the utmost importance, especially as Mrs. Sampson had been able to persuade "Honest Tom" that a perfectly fair proposition made to him by Mr. Staggchase was in the nature of a high-handed bribe. This proposition had been presented in a somewhat scandalous light, and in the face of it Hubbard had induced his a.s.sociates to throw up the whole Feltonville scheme. The Railroad Commissioners had issued the coveted certificate for the Wachusett route, and the rest was easy. Irons was therefore grateful to the widow, and he at length agreed to consult his a.s.sociates, and he did not deny Mrs. Sampson"s observation that it was as much for the benefit of the corporation as of herself that money pa.s.sing between them should be covered by some such disguise as that of this stock operation.
The widow had returned home not over sanguine, and her astonishment was scarcely less than her pleasure when, on Wednesday afternoon, she received a note from Irons, a.s.senting to her proposition with the modification that the purchasing figure should be three dollars instead of four. It was a fact as far beyond the limits of the widow"s knowledge as it was beyond that of his colleagues, that Irons meant to make this transaction the means of increasing a revenge which he already had in train. That gentleman had never forgiven Fenton for burning the order for railroad bonds, and when accident threw the Princeton Platinum stock into his hands he determined to make it the means of the artist"s discomfiture. It was only the day after he had offered Fenton his four thousand shares that Mrs. Sampson appeared with her offer of three thousand more. He had no doubt of his ability to entrap Fenton into buying, the one weak spot in his plan being the fact, of which he was in complete ignorance, that Fenton already held stock and had nothing whatever with which to buy more. He was willing to let the widow"s bribe pa.s.s to her under so plausible a disguise, and he said to himself with a chuckle that he had far rather sell Fenton the seven thousand shares than four.
If he were unable to sell to Fenton it appeared to Irons as on the whole highly probable that he could dispose of the stock for the corporation at a price which would materially lessen the amount of their bonus to the widow; or if the market should chance to look promising, he might find it worth while to buy it from his colleagues with a view to realizing something on it himself.
Perhaps it was because he was doing business with a woman, perhaps it was the consciousness of the bribe which the bargain covered and a desire to leave as little record of it as possible, perhaps it was only the carelessness of extreme haste, that caused Irons to send to the widow so ambiguous and dangerous a note as the following,--
"DEAR MRS. SAMPSON,--I am suddenly called to New York, and leave to-night. I will take all your Princeton Platinum stock at three dollars. Please deliver it at my office to-morrow with this note as a voucher." Yours truly, "ALFRED IRONS."
It was the misfortune of Alfred Irons that Mrs. Sampson took an extra cup of coffee that evening and could not sleep; and in the watches of the night, either the devil or her own soul--the inspirations of the two being too similar for one rashly to venture to discriminate between them--said to her, "Amanda! Now is your chance." Thereafter, no fumes of coffee were necessary to keep the widow awake for the remainder of the night; and on Thursday morning before she presented herself at Irons"s office she had an interesting interview with no less a personage than Mr. Erastus Snaffle himself.
Mrs. Sampson began by declaring that she wished to purchase a certain amount of Princeton Platinum stock, but before long the need she felt of having her feminine guile supported by masculine intelligence had led her to make a clean breast of the situation. She showed Mr. Snaffle Mr. Irons"s note, calling his attention particularly to the ill-chosen word "all" which seemed to her to afford the means of unloading indefinitely at the expense of the absent financier. Her enthusiasm received a cruel shock when Snaffle retorted with a burst of ill-bred laughter,--
"Oh Lord! You must think Irons is a dog-goned fool!"
"But," the widow persisted, "it says "all" the stock, doesn"t it?"