"Why the thing has to come out. You can keep happiness a secret, but sorrow and shame have to come out--I don"t know why, but they do. Then, when they come out, we feel as if the means of their publicity were the cause of them. It"s very unphilosophical." They walked slowly along in silence for a few moments, and then Matt"s revery broke out again in words: "Well, it"s to be seen now whether she has the strength that bears, or the strength that breaks. The way she held her head, as she took the reins and drove off, with poor Louise beside her palpitating with sympathy for her trouble and anxiety about her horses, was, yes, it was superb: there"s no other word for it. Ah, poor girl!"
"Your sister"s presence will be a great help to her," said Wade. "It was very good of her to come."
"Ah, there wasn"t anything else for it," said Matt, flinging his head up. "Louise has my father"s loyalty. I don"t know much about her friendship with Miss Northwick--she"s so much younger than I, and they came together when I was abroad--but I"ve fancied she wasn"t much liked among the girls, and Louise was her champion, in a way. When Louise read that report, nothing would do but she must come."
"Of course."
"But our being here must have its embarra.s.sments for my father. It was a sacrifice for him to let us come."
"I don"t understand."
"It was he who carried through the respite the directors gave Northwick; and now he will have the appearance before some people of helping to cover up the miserable facts, of putting a good face on things while a rogue was getting away from justice. He might even be supposed to have some interest in getting him out of the way."
"Oh, I don"t think any such suspicion can attach itself to such a man as Mr. Hilary," said Wade, with a certain resentment of the suggestion even from the man"s son.
"In a commercial civilization like ours any sort of suspicion can attach to any sort of man in a case like this," said Matt.
Wade took off his hat and wiped his forehead. "I can"t realize that the case is what you say. I can"t realize it at all. It seems like some poor sort of play, of make-believe. I can"t forgive myself for being so little moved by it. We are in the presence of a horror that ought to make us uncover our heads and fall to our knees and confess our own sins to G.o.d!"
"Ah, I"m with you _there_!" said Matt, and he pushed his hand farther through his friend"s arm.
They were both still well under thirty, and they both had that zest for mere experience, any experience, that hunger for the knowledge of life, which youth feels. In their several ways they were already men who had thought for themselves, or conjectured, rather; and they were eager to verify their speculations through their emotions. They thought a good deal alike in many things, though they started from such opposite points in their thinking; and they both had finally the same ideal of life.
Their intimacy was of as old a date as their school days; at Harvard they were in the same clubs as well as the same cla.s.s. Wade"s father was not a Boston man, but his mother was a Bellingham, and he was nurtured in the traditions of Hilary"s social life. Both had broken with them: Wade not so much when he became a ritualist as Hilary when he turned his back on manufacturing.
They were now not without a kind of pride in standing so close to the calamity they were fated witnesses of, and in the midst of their sympathy they had a curiosity which concerned itself with one of the victims because she was a young and beautiful girl. Their pity not so much forgot as ignored Northwick"s elder daughter, who was a plain, sick old maid, and followed the younger with a kind of shrinking and dread of her doom which Matt tried to put into words.
"I a.s.sure you if I couldn"t manage to pull away from it at moments, I don"t see how I could stand it. I had a sense of personal disgrace, when I met that poor girl, with what I had in my mind. I felt as if I were taking some base advantage of her in knowing that about her father, and I was so glad when she went off with Louise and left me to struggle with my infamous information alone. I hurried Louise away with her in the most cowardly haste. We don"t any of us realize it, as you say. Why, just imagine! It means sorrow, it means shame, it means poverty. They will have to leave their house, their home; she will have to give up everything to the company. It isn"t merely friends and her place in the world; it"s money, it"s something to eat and wear, it"s a roof over her head!"
Wade refused the extreme view portrayed by his friend"s figures. "Of course she won"t be allowed to come to want."
"Of course. But there"s really no measuring the sinuous reach of a disaster like this. It strikes from a coil that seems to involve everything."
"What are you going to do if you get bad news?" asked Wade.
"Ah, I don"t know! I must tell her, somehow; unless you think that you--" Wade gave a start which Matt interpreted aright; he laughed nervously. "No, no! It"s for me to do it. I know that; unless I can get Louise. Ah! I wonder what that is."
They were walking back toward the station again, and Matt had seen a head and arm projected from the office window, and a hand waving a sheet of yellow paper. It seemed meant for them. They both began to run, and then they checked themselves; and walked as fast as they could.
"We must refer the matter to your sister," said Wade, "and if she thinks best, remember that I shall be quite ready to speak to Miss Northwick.
Or, if you think best, I will speak to her without troubling your sister."
"Oh, you"re all right, Wade. You needn"t have any doubt of that. We"ll see. I wonder what there is in that dispatch."
The old station master had come out of the station and was hurrying to meet them with the message, now duly enclosed in an envelope. He gave it to Matt and promptly turned his back on him.
Matt tore it open, and read: "Impossible to identify parlor-car pa.s.sengers." The telegram was signed "Operator," and was dated at Wellwater. It fell blankly on their tense feeling.
"Well," said Wade, after a long breath. "It isn"t the worst."
Matt read it frowningly over several times; then he smiled. "Oh, no.
This isn"t at all bad. It"s nothing. But so far, it"s rather comforting.
And it"s something, even if it is nothing. Well, I suppose I"d better go up to Miss Northwick with it. Wait a moment; I must tell them where to send if anything else comes."
"I"ll walk with you as far as St. Michael"s," said Wade, when they left the station. "I"m going to my study, there."
They set off together, up the middle of the street, which gave them more elbow-room than the sidewalk narrowly blocked out of the snow.
From a large store as they were pa.s.sing, a small, dry-looking, pompous little man advanced to the middle of the street, and stopped them. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Wade! I beg your pardon, sir!" he said, nimbly transferring himself, after the quasi self-introduction, from Wade to Matt. "May I ask whether you have received any further information?"
"No," said Matt, amiably, "the only answer we have got is that it is impossible to identify the pa.s.sengers in the parlor-car."
"Ah, thank you! Thank you very much, sir! I felt sure it couldn"t be _our_ Mr. Northwick. Er--good-morning, sir."
He bowed himself away, and went into his store again, and Matt asked Wade, "Who in the world is that?"
"He"s a Mr. Gerrish--keeps the large store, there. Rather an unpleasant type."
Matt smiled. "He had the effect of refusing to believe that anything so low as an accident could happen to a man of Northwick"s business standing."
"Something of that," Wade a.s.sented. "He worships Northwick on the altar of material success."
Matt lifted his head and looked about. "I suppose the whole place is simply seething with curiosity."
Just after they reached the side-street where Wade left him to go down to his church, he met Sue Northwick driving in her sleigh. She was alone, except for the groom impa.s.sive in the rumble.
"Have you heard anything?" she asked, sharply.
Matt repeated the dispatch from the operator at Wellwater.
"I knew it was a mistake," she said, with a kind of resolute scorn.
"It"s perfectly ridiculous! _Why_ should he have been there? I think there ought to be some way of punishing the newspapers for circulating false reports. I"ve been talking with the man who drove my father to the train yesterday morning, and he says he spoke lately of buying some horses at Springfield. He got several from a farm near there once. I"m going down to telegraph the farmer; I found his name among father"s bills. Of course he"s there. I"ve got the dispatch all written out."
"Let me take it back to the station for you, Miss Northwick," said Matt.
"No; get in with me here, and we"ll drive down, and then I"ll carry you back home. Or! Here, Dennis!" she said to the man in the rumble; and she handed him the telegram. "Take this to the telegraph-office, and tell them to send it up by Simpson the instant the answer comes."
The Irishman said, "Yes, ma"am," and dropped from his perch with the paper in his hand.
"Get in, Mr. Hilary," she said, and after he had mounted she skilfully backed the sleigh and turned the horses homeward. "If I hear nothing from my dispatch, or if I hear wrong, I am going up to Wellwater Junction myself, by the first train. I can"t wait any longer. If it"s the worst, I want to know the worst."
Matt did not know what to say to her courage. So he said, "Alone?" to gain time.
"Of course! At such a time, I would _rather_ be alone."
At the house Matt found Louise had gone to her room for a moment, and he said he would like to speak with her there.
She was lying on the lounge, when he announced himself, and she said, "Come in," and explained, "I just came off a moment, to give my sympathies a little rest. And then, being up late so many nights this week. What have you heard?"