"Well, I would do a lot for Fred. He has faults, but he"s always been good to me."
"And so?"
"And so it"s a question whether he marries a very certain kind of woman or whether I marry a very different kind of man."
"How do you feel?"
"For one thing Fred sha"n"t get into that kind of muss if I can save him from it."
"Then you"ll marry Shepler?"
"I"m still uncertain about Mr. Shepler."
"But you say--"
"Yes, I know, but I"ve reasons for being uncertain. If I told you you"d say they"re like the most of a woman"s reasons, mere fond, foolish hopes, so I won"t tell you."
"Well, dear, work it out by your lonely if you must. I believe you"ll do what"s best for everybody in the end. And I am glad that your father and Margaret take your view of that woman."
"I was sure she wasn"t right--and I knew Mr. Bines was too much of a man to speak of her as he did without positive knowledge. Now please give me some tea and funny little cakes; I"m famished."
"Speaking of Mr. Bines," said Mrs. Van Geist, when the tea had been brought by Sandon, "I read in the paper this morning that he"d taken a party to North Carolina for the quail shooting, Eddie Arledge and his wife and that Mr. and Mrs. Garmer, and of course Florence Akemit.
Should you have thought she"d marry so soon after her divorce? They say Bishop Doolittle is frightfully vexed with her."
"Really I hadn"t heard. Whom is Florence to marry?"
"Mr. Bines, to be sure! Where have you been? You know she was on his yacht a whole month last summer--the bishop"s sister was with her-- highly scandalised all the time by the drinking and gaiety, and now every one"s looking for the engagement to be announced. Here, what did I do with that _Town Topics_ Cousin Clint left? There it is on the tabouret. Read the paragraph at the top of the page." Avice read:
"An engagement that is rumoured with uncommon persistence will put society on the _qui vive_ when it is definitely announced. The man in the case is the young son of a mining Croesus from Montana, who has inherited the major portion of his father"s millions and who began to dazzle upper Broadway about a year since by the reckless prodigality of his ways. His blond _innamorata_ is a recent _divorcee_ of high social standing, noted for her sparkling wit and an unflagging exuberance of spirits. The interest of the gossips, however, centres chiefly in the uncle of the lady, a Right Reverend presiding over a bishopric not a thousand miles from New York, and in the att.i.tude he will a.s.sume toward her contemplated remarriage. At the last Episcopal convention this G.o.dly and well-learned gentleman was a vehement supporter of the proposed canon to prohibit absolutely the marriage of divorced persons; and though he stoutly championed his bewitching niece through the infelicities that eventuated in South Dakota, _on dit_ that he is highly wrought up over her present intentions, and has signified unmistakably his severest disapproval. However, _nous verrons ce que nous verrons."_
"But, Mutterchen, that"s only one of those absurd, vulgar things that wretched paper is always printing. I could write dozens of them myself.
Tom Banning says they keep one man writing them all the time, out of his own imagination, and then they put them in like raisins in a cake."
"But, my dear, I"m quite sure this is authentic. I know from Fidelia Oldaker that the bishop began to cut up about it to Florence, and Florence defied him. That ancient theory that most gossip is without truth was exploded long ago. As a matter of fact most gossip, at least about the people we know, doesn"t do half justice to the facts. But, really, I can"t see why he fancied Florence Akemit. I should have thought he"d want some one a bit less fluttery."
"I dare say you"re right, about the gossip, I mean--" Miss Milbrey remarked when she had finished her tea, and refused the cakes. "I remember, now, one day when we met at her place, and he seemed so much at home there. Of course, it must be so. How stupid of me to doubt it!
Now I must run. Good-bye, you old dear, and be good to the cold."
"Let me know what you do."
"Indeed I shall; you shall be the first one to know. My mind is really, you know, _almost_ made up."
A week later Mr. and Mrs. Horace Milbrey announced in the public prints the engagement of their daughter Avice to Mr. Rulon Shepler.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
Uncle Peter Bines Comes to Town With His Man
One day in December Peter Bines of Montana City dropped in on the family,--came with his gaunt length of limb, his kind, brown old face with eyes sparkling shrewdly far back under his grizzled brows, with his rough, resonant, musical voice, the spring of youth in his step, and the fresh, confident strength of the big hills in his bearing.
He brought Billy Brue with him, a person whose exact social status some of Percival"s friends were never able to fix with any desirable certainty. Thus, Percival had presented the old man, the morning after his arrival, to no less a person than Herbert Delancey Livingston, with whom he had smoked a cigar of unusual excellence in the _cafe_ of the Hightower Hotel.
"If you fancy that weed, Mr. Bines," said Livingston, graciously, to the old man, "I"ve a spare couple of hundred I"d like to let you have.
The things were sent me, but I find them rather stiffish. If your man"s about the hotel I"ll give him a card to my man, and let him fetch them."
"My man?" queried Uncle Peter, and, sighting Billy Brue at that moment, "why, yes, here"s my man, now. Mr. Brue, shake hands with Mr.
Livingston. Billy, go up to the address he gives you, and get some of these se-gars. You"ll relish "em as much as I do. Now don"t talk to any strangers, don"t get run over, and don"t lose yourself."
Livingston had surrendered a wavering and uncertain hand to the warm, rea.s.suring clasp of Mr. Brue.
"He ain"t much fur style, Billy ain"t," Uncle Peter explained when that person had gone upon his errand, "he ain"t a mite gaudy, but he"s got friendly feelings."
The dazed scion of the Livingstons had thereupon made a conscientious tour of his clubs in a public hansom, solely for the purpose of relating this curious adventure to those best qualified to marvel at it.
The old man"s arrival had been quite unexpected. Not only had he sent no word of his coming, but he seemed, indeed, not to know what his reasons had been for doing a thing so unusual.
"Thought I"d just drop in on your all and say "howdy,"" had been his first avowal, which was lucid as far as it went. Later he involved himself in explanations that were both obscure and conflicting. Once it was that he had felt a sudden great longing for the life of a gay city.
Then it was that he would have been content in Montana City, but that he had undertaken the winter in New York out of consideration for Billy Brue.
"Just think of it," he said to Percival, "that poor fellow ain"t ever been east of Denver before now. It wa"n"t good for him to be holed up out there in them hills all his life. He hadn"t got any chance to improve his mind."
"He"d better improve his whiskers first thing he does," suggested Percival. "He"ll be gold-bricked if he wears "em scrambled that way around this place."
But in neither of these explanations did the curious old man impress Percival as being wholly ingenuous.
Then he remarked casually one day that he had lately met Higbee, who was on his way to San Francisco.
"I only had a few minutes with him while they changed engines at Green River, but he told me all about you folks--what a fine time you was havin", yachts and card-parties, and all like that. Higbee said a man had ought to come to New York every now and then, jest to keep from gettin" rusty."
Back of this Percival imagined for a time that he had discovered Uncle Peter"s true reason for descending upon them. Higbee would have regaled him with wild tales of the New York dissipations, and Uncle Peter had come promptly on to pull him up. Percival could hear the story as Higbee would word it, with the improving moral incident of his own son s.n.a.t.c.hed as a brand from the "Tenderloin," to live a life of impecunious usefulness in far Chicago. But, when he tried to hold this belief, and to prove it from his observations, he was bound to admit its falsity. For Uncle Peter had shown no inclination to act the part of an evangel from the virtuous West. He had delivered no homilies, no warnings as to the fate of people who incontinently "cut loose." He had evinced not the least sign of any disposition even to criticise.
On the contrary, indeed, he appeared to joy immensely in Percival"s way of life. He manifested a willingness and a capacity for unbending in boon companionship that were, both of them, quite amazing to his accomplished grandson. By degrees, and by virtue of being never at all censorious, he familiarised himself with the young man"s habits and diversions. He listened delightedly to the tales of his large gambling losses, of the bouts at poker, the fruitless venture in Texas Oil land, the disastrous corner in wheat, engineered by Burman, and the uniformly unsuccessful efforts to "break the bank" in Forty-fourth Street. He never tired of hearing whatever adventures Percival chose to relate; and, finding that he really enjoyed them, the young man came to confide freely in him, and to a.s.sociate with him without restraint.
Uncle Peter begged to be introduced at the temple of chance, and spent a number of late evenings there with his popular grandson. He also frequently made himself one of the poker coterie, and relished keenly the stock jokes as to his grandson"s p.r.o.neness to lose.
"Your pa," he would say, "never _could_ learn to stay out of a Jack-pot unless he had Jacks or better; he"d come in and draw four cards to an ace any time, and then call it "hard luck" when he didn"t draw out. And he just loved straights open in the middle; said anybody could fill them that"s open at both ends; but, after all, I guess that"s the only way to have fun at the game. If a man ain"t got the sperrit to overplay aces-up when he gets "em, he might as well be clerkin" in a bank for all the fun he"ll have out of the game."
The old man"s endurance of late suppers and later hours, and his unsuspected disposition to "cut loose," became twin marvels to Percival. He could not avoid contrasting this behaviour with his past preaching. After a few weeks he was forced to the charitable conclusion that Uncle Peter"s faculties were failing. The exposure and hardships of the winter before had undoubtedly impaired his mental powers.
"I can"t make him out," he confided to his mother. "He never wants to go home nights; he can drink more than I can without batting an eye, and show up fresher in the morning, and he behaves like a young fellow just out of college. I don"t know where he would bring up if he didn"t have me to watch over him."
"I think it"s just awful--at his time of life, too," said Mrs. Bines.
"I think that"s it. He"s getting old, and he"s come along into his second childhood. A couple of more months at this rate, and I"m afraid I"ll have to ring up one of those nice shiny black wagons to take him off to the foolish-house."