"Gracie! What is It?"
Very deliberately the girl thrust the printed sheet Into her mother"s hand and in a calm voice demanded:
"Tell me, what part did you have in this?"
In astonishment the elder woman ran her eye hurriedly over the item the rigid finger was pointing out; her face hardened with anger and annoyance.
"None whatever, my child," she said with an evident truthfulness that carried with it instant conviction. "I am as much surprised and pained as you are. Instead of sanctioning such an alliance it would have received my firmest opposition. Lord Ellerslie scarcely approximates to my ideals of a son-in-law. This is the work of some contemptible penny-a-liner with a superfluity of s.p.a.ce to fill; it is not worth refuting, dear; women of our station are always exposed to these petty annoyances and this may have been written with the very object of inciting our s.p.a.ce-filling denial. Don"t be unduly exercised over such a trifle." And then a bit reproachfully, "You really could not think me accessory to such a contemptible thing as that, daughtie?"
At the endearing diminutive the hardness left the girl"s face and her lips trembled pitifully. Unable to speak she mutely held out Dougla.s.s"s letter and the mother, comprehending, took her shelteringly to her bosom while she read it. At its conclusion she patted the silken hair caressingly.
"Don"t worry, dearie," she said rea.s.suringly. "A cablegram will set this matter right. It is unfortunate that he should have seen this particular paper." She paused abruptly, a sudden suspicion intruding itself. But she did not voice it, and bent to the consolation of the now weeping girl.
"Oh! Mummy," she sobbed, "I love him so! I love him so! Let us go home before my heart breaks!"
Mrs. Carter took up the letter again. "My mines are now in bonanza," she read.
"We will take the next steamer," she said quietly. "And upon second thought I think we had better not cable. Better make your denial in person; it will be more effective."
While Grace Carter was speeding homeward with a heavy heart, out at the VN ranch Constance Brevoort was In a delirium of feverish happiness, and Dougla.s.s, thrilled by her pa.s.sionate abandon, had not yet tired. Upon him she showered all the affection so long repressed; and her fervor and intensity, which awed him not a little, was very flattering to his vanity. Too subtly wise to risk wearying him with too great exactions on his time, she was rather shy and disposed to hold him aloof, thus skillfully shifting the onus of importunity on to his shoulders and so keeping alive and burning the flame at which she had lighted all her hopes. But in the occasional moments of their intimate communion she flooded him with sweetness even as the "Serpent of the old Nile" washed reason from the mind of Antony and laved his soul with living fire. Of what the world might think or say, of her husband"s fury and probable revenge, of her friends Inevitable ostracism she thought with indifference if at all; in this new-found happiness everything else was lost. She lived entirely in the present, obstinately refusing to reckon with the future. Once, when he hesitatingly broached the subject of their future relations, she stopped his mouth with kisses and breathed Into his ear the sophistry of the old Tent-maker of Naishapur:
"Ah, fill the Cup; what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet?
Unborn TO-MORROW and dead YESTERDAY, Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet?"
She was very frankly in love with him, and he not at all with her. So far as she was concerned he was simply a wolf, with a wolf"s wild desire. Of course, the situation had Its attractions, and the risks incurred lent an added charm to this danger-loving young animal. He was infatuated with her physically, but that was all. Of this she was fully conscious, but with a hope born of desperation she determined to hold him while she could; who knows what a day may bring forth? Anselm Brevoort was getting old; she would be a very wealthy widow; and this man, despite his very humble station, had been reared in luxury and had a keen appreciation of the higher amenities. She was more than content to drift, leaving the ultimate harbor in the lap of the G.o.ds.
The story of a rich strike spreads very rapidly in a mining region; within three months after the explosion of that wild-flung dynamite all the Rocky Mountain country was agog with marvelous tales of Dougla.s.s"s luck and a great rush of prospectors was made to the new Eldorado. At the time of the discovery of the quartz ledge, at Dougla.s.s"s suggestion, Brevoort, Carter and McVey had conjointly located three extension claims on the vein, and the two women, Grace and Constance, had also located two claims in their joint names. The a.s.sessment work legally required to hold these claims had all been done and the necessary excavations had shown all the five extensions to contain values. The additional work required to make the holdings patentable was rushed to completion, and before the inrush of the prospective Midases had fairly begun, the t.i.tles had been made incontestibly secure.
In the parlance of the camps Dougla.s.s"s original discoveries "paid from gra.s.s-roots down" and his exploitation work was all in high grade ore.
With the proceeds derived from its sale he installed a diamond drilling plant with which he thoroughly prospected the formation within his boundary lines with the result of indisputably establishing the continuity of the rich deposits. So extensive and valuable did these prove that he was fairly inundated with offers of purchase from the shrewd representatives of various syndicates, the figures rising with each successive bid as the vein was definitely proved. But the offers as yet were scarcely half the amount which Dougla.s.s had st.u.r.dily demanded for his holdings, although at his advice the two women and Red McVey sold out their interests to a syndicate headed and promoted by Anselm Brevoort. His good judgment was fully vindicated later, when, after extensive exploitation the consolidated five extension claims barely yielded ore enough to pay the purchase price, the real ore chimney being confined inside Dougla.s.s"s property. And as the three lucky venders received in the neighborhood of one hundred thousand dollars each, with only a nominal outlay for a.s.sessment work and patenting, the transaction was very satisfactory to them.
Before sailing for Europe, Grace had at her brother"s suggestion given Dougla.s.s power of attorney for the handling of her interests, and he had duly deposited her share of the proceeds to her credit in Denver"s best bank, notifying her brother of the disposition of the fund and suggesting that it be retained there until her return, when it could be presented as an agreeable surprise. Constance"s share simply swelled an already very respectable private banking account, and Red McVey had very wisely taken Dougla.s.s"s earnest advice and Invested his entire fortune in Denver Tramway stock, eventually buying with the resultant dividends a splendid ranch. But that is another story.
Brevoort"s syndicate was composed altogether of European investors, and that astute financier, fully aware of the great value of Dougla.s.s"s holdings, was in conference with his colleagues in London, urging their acceptance of the cool million demanded by the hard-headed owner. The day Grace Carter and her mother landed in New York on their homeward pa.s.sage he had finally achieved his point and immediately cabled Dougla.s.s and his Denver banking correspondent to that effect, authorizing the latter to make an initial payment of one-tenth of the required amount to bind the transaction pending his immediate return to complete the deal. At his earnest request Dougla.s.s left immediately on receipt of his advice for Denver.
Considering the unattractive conditions at the ranch in event of his absence for an indefinite time, it is scarcely to be wondered at that Constance Brevoort elected to accompany him.
Three days after their arrival at the metropolis, Grace Carter accompanied by her brother reached Denver on their way to the ranch, having no intimation of the others" presence in the city. In order to distract his sister"s mind from her nervous brooding, Robert insisted upon her attendance at the opera, the night of their arrival, and at her listless acquiescence had procured box seats. It chanced to be Carmen, with Calve in the t.i.tle role. The a.s.semblage was a brilliant one and Calve was at her best. Always an emotional creature, Grace yielded to the fascination of the story and had temporarily forgotten her own troubles when she chanced to glance at the lower box immediately opposite, into which had just entered a man and woman. The woman was Constance Brevoort and her escort was Ken Dougla.s.s!
Even though clad in the conventional full dress in which she had never before beheld him, there was no mistaking that lean, muscular form and bronzed face. Eagerly she leaned forward, her lips parted and her face flushed with excitement. How wonderful to find him here so unexpectedly; it would shorten her agony at least five blessed days! But--but--why was Constance with him? Unconsciously a chilling wave swept over her and she drew back into the shelter of the box with a vague uneasiness tugging at her heart. Carter, frankly interested in the voluptuous Carmen, had no eyes except for the stage, and did not notice his sister"s perturbation. It is worthy of note that she did not call his attention to the occupants of the other box.
For as she stealthily watched her betrothed husband"s removal of Constance"s cloak there was something in the manner of both that drove the color from her face. And when, in an intermission, as he leaned over her, she saw Constance Brevoort"s lips laid surrept.i.tiously on his throat, she gave a heart-broken gasp and nervously implored her brother to take her back to the hotel.
All unconscious of the cause, and with never a look at the opposite box, he instantly complied, reproaching himself with having subjected her to this unadvisable strain on her nerves. On their arrival at their hotel she pleaded a slight indisposition from weariness of travel and at once retired.
With clenched hands and white face she lay staring into the darkness. It was all plain to her now! For with an intuition that went straight to the mark, she knew who was the instigator of the report of her engagement to Lord Ellerslie; and she knew why! Curiously enough, she attached no blame to him, but she felt a deep and increasing hatred for the woman who had robbed her. There could be only one interpretation of their relations and her whole nature resented it pa.s.sionately. But her love for him was very great and she was eager to give him the benefit of the doubt, even while her whole sentience shrieked his guilt.
The next morning she called a bellboy and handed him a bank note upon which lay a slip of paper.
"Find out for me, please," she said, with a forced smile, "the hotel where these two friends of mine are registered, without letting them know. I want to call upon them unexpectedly and surprise them." The lad bowed his appreciation of her generosity and in less than a half hour returned with the desired information. It was "dead easy to locate swells of that kind," as he shrewdly remarked to an envious colleague who had begrudged him that magnificent tip.
She was all honied complaisance when she called upon Constance that morning immediately after breakfast, much to that lady"s consternation and surprise. For a moment Mrs. Brevoort was speechless and panic-stricken, but she was an old campaigner and soon recovered her composure. She professed her delight at the unexpected pleasure and then boldly played a false card.
"Your coming was so unexpected, dear, that it has deprived me of my good manners. I sincerely congratulate you on your engagement to Lord Ellerslie. It was a great surprise to me; I was, er--under the impression--"
Grace looked at her steadily, a cynical contempt faintly curling the red lips. "Really! How strange! I should have imagined that my own surprise would have been the greater, considering that, as you know, there was not a word of truth in that announcement so maliciously dictated by some contemptible wretch to subserve her own vicious purpose. By this time our lawyers will have determined the responsibility for that pitiful lie, although I have already a full conviction as to its authorship!
It"s really dreadful, Connie! But, as mamma says, women of our station are proverbially exposed to such annoyances. And people have absolutely no regard for the probable consequences of their malicious gossip. Think of what it would mean to you, dear, for Instance, if someone were to mercilessly convey to Mr. Brevoort an insinuation that you had been guilty of--of a great indiscretion! Think of the publicity, the scandal, the shame of it; the loss of home, rank, station and friends."
Under the lash of the bitterly deliberate words Constance Brevoort winced and cringed. This thing of white flame and quiet fury was scarcely the "colorless ent.i.ty" of her misplaced contempt. How much did she really know, anyway? The doubt was cutting her soul into ribbons.
Summoning all her really great courage to her aid, she affected to treat the matter humorously and gave an exaggerated little shiver of deprecation. But all the time her heart was quaking with a fear of the outraged girl before her. Yet she had all the proverbial courage--or Is it the desperation--of the cornered wolf she knew herself to be, and metaphorically bared her teeth.
"How dramatically grewsome your suggestion, _cherie_! It really gives me the shivers! But supposing the absurdly impossible; what then? Don"t you know that the world and all its hollow shams are well lost for a love like the one you are intimating?" It was a distinct challenge; one could read it diviningly in the set lips and flashing eyes as well. But love fights doggedly and unconqueredly long after volatile and ephemeral pa.s.sion has fled a stubborn field, and this was the love of the daughter of "the bravest man G.o.d ever made."
"You are jumping at conclusions, dear," she said, with a careless indulgence which made her hearer"s jaws meet with a venomous click. "I have intimated nothing, not even the possibility of your ever being tempted by the arising of such a contingency. And yet, having had many lovers--if the tales be true--you should be able to speak authoritatively!"
If looks could have slain, the world would have been forever lost to Grace Carter at that moment. It took Constance quite a time to control herself sufficiently to avoid betraying her rage at this chit"s insolent a.s.surance. When she did speak her words were sweetly vitriolic:
"One can imagine the shock Ellerslie"s vanity will encounter when he learns of that canard! Such things require so much explanation, too! I am really sorry, dear, at your humiliating predicament. And what in the name of Venus are you going to say in conciliation to Kenneth Dougla.s.s?"
Grace flinched pitifully at this double _touche_ of her adversary"s keen weapon, but her eyes glinted like burnished steel. The duel was to be _a l"outrance_ now, and she put all her indignation and subtlety behind her blow. The older woman had noted with a malicious pleasure a dull flushing of the fair face and throat but had wrongly ascribed its cause.
The battle ground was her bedchamber, and over on a chair, carelessly thrown, lay a man"s light topcoat and a pair of gloves many sizes too large for Constance"s dainty hands! With a world of scornful meaning the girl looked at the chair, and the eyes of the woman following the direction of that glance, grew black with confusion.
"I think he has been sufficiently appealed to in the name of your patron G.o.ddess," she said, icily, "and as for Lord Ellerslie, I rejected his proposal even before I had learned of his relations with the author of that despicable lie. As for Mr. Dougla.s.s--"
The words died on her tongue as the door, evidently communicating with another room adjoining, suddenly opened and a well-known voice said familiarly:
"Did I leave my coat and gloves in here last night, Connie? There would be the devil to pay if the chambermaid--!"
Standing there in his shirt sleeves, Ken Dougla.s.s was, for the first time in his reckless life, at a disadvantage too great for even his conceded adroitness to overcome. In a coma of stupefaction, with horror and shame written all over his gray-white face, he stood staring at the pale, haughty face so relentlessly directed toward him. For a full minute she held him on the rack of her scorn; then with a hard composure in her voice, which accorded but poorly with the unutterable loathing and aversion in her eyes, she said coldly:
"I am doubly fortunate in this rencounter. It saves much unnecessary waste of time, and fatigue, and verbiage to find you here! In justice to us both I have come all the way from Europe to tell you that my reported engagement to Lord Ellerslie was a cruel lie!"
And without another word she swept proudly out of the room without deigning one look at the woman cowering on the cushioned divan.
"Take me home, Bobbie!" she sobbed piteously to her brother, as she clung forsakenly to him in their sitting-room. And further explanation she would vouch him none, despite his bewildered implorations. "Take me home; I want Mummy!"
That night after she had retired he picked up from the floor, where it had fluttered unnoticed, a sc.r.a.p of paper containing two names and a hotel address. He stared at it uncomprehendingly and then a cold sweat stood on his wrinkled brow. He went over to his dressing-case and took out a shining nickel-plated revolver. Tiptoeing cautiously into his sister"s room he gently kissed the tear-stained face. Then he went out very softly and called for a cab.
In the ordinary of the vast hostelry he found Dougla.s.s sitting on an easy-chair, staring into vacancy. At his curt address the man looked up wearily and gravely motioned him toward the elevator. It was noticeable that neither offered to shake hands, despite the closeness of their relations and the further fact that they had not met in better than half a year.
In silence Carter strode after him until they reached Dougla.s.s"s apartments; then turning to the silent man before him, he sternly asked:
"What have you done to my sister?"
Dougla.s.s, leaning against the window jamb, looking out into the soft summer night, made no reply. Carter crossed over fiercely and wrenched him around.
"Answer me! Or by G.o.d, I"ll tear it out of you with my hands!"