"And marriage with me would be a compromise, is that it?" Mark muttered sullenly.
"It would be for me," Julia answered serenely. "Because staying where I am keeps me nearer what I want."
"Money, huh?" asked Mark.
"Oh, money, _no_! Books and talk--things. And--and if I loved you, Mark, then don"t you see it _would_ be the right thing to marry you?" she added brightly. "But now, it would only be because it was easier, or because I was tired of The Alexander, do you see?"
"I suppose so," Mark answered drearily.
A long silence ensued. In silence they got off the car, and walked through the cheerless twilight of the dirty streets, and they were almost in sight of the settlement house before Mark burst out, a little huskily:
"Then there"s no chance for me at all, Julie?"
"Oh, Mark, I feel rotten about it!" said Julia frankly, her eyes full of pity and regret, and yet a curious relief evident in her voice. "I _am_ so sorry! I"ve just been thinking of girls who like this sort of thing--I don"t see how they _can_! I _am_ so sorry! But you won"t mind very long, Mark; you won"t always care; you"ll--why, there"s Doctor Studdiford"s automobile!"
For they were in sight of The Alexander now, and could see the electric runabout at the door. Motor cars were still new to San Francisco and to the world, and a crowd of curious children surrounded the machine.
"What"s he there for?" Mark asked gruffly.
Julia explained: the accident--the emergency call.
"Well, but the kid is not there now, you say?"
"Yes, I know. But he didn"t know that. I suppose he"s calling on his aunt."
To this Mark made no immediate answer. Presently he said:
"City and County! I"ll bet the city pays for his automobile!"
"Oh, no!" Julia protested. "He"s a rich man in his own right, Mark."
They were at the house now, and went up the steps together. Doctor Studdiford was in the little reception hall with Miss Toland. He looked very handsome, very cheerful, as he came forward with his fine eyes on Julia. And Julia stood looking up at him with an expression Mark never had won from her, her serious, beautiful little face flooded with light, her round eyes soft and luminous. A woman at last, she seemed as she stood there, a grave and wise and beautiful woman, ripe for her share of loving and living, ready to find her mate.
"You got the book?" Jim said, with a little laugh. He laughed because his heart was shaking curiously, and because the sudden sight of Julia disconcerted him so that he hardly knew what he said.
Julia did not answer; she only touched the wilting and fragrant violets on her breast with her free hand. Jim still held one hand.
"You--you"ll like Browning," added Jim. And inconsequentially he added, "I was thinking of our little talk yesterday--all night."
"So was I," Julia breathed. They turned suddenly and self-consciously to Miss Toland and Mark. Julia introduced the men; her breath was coming unevenly and her colour was exquisite; she talked nervously, and did not meet Mark"s eye. Mark was offered a lift in Doctor Studdiford"s motor car, and declined it. The doctor seemed to be in no hurry to go; wandered into her room to advise his aunt upon the placing of a telephone extension. Julia and Mark loitered about the a.s.sembly hall for a few empty moments, and then Mark said he must go, and Julia, absently consenting, went with him toward the stage door.
"And he"s rich, is he?" said Mark.
Julia came out of a brief dream.
"He"s very rich--yes!" she smiled.
She mounted to the stage as she spoke, and Mark held out his hand and turned about as if to say goodbye. The next instant Julia felt as if the dull twilight room had turned to bra.s.s and was falling with a wild clamour; she felt as if her heart were being dragged bodily to her lips, and she heard her own wild scream.
Silence fell, and Mark was still staring at her, still smiling. But now he toppled slowly toward her and stumbled, and as his body, with a hideous, slithering sound, slipped down to the floor, his arm fell lax, and the still smoking revolver slid to Julia"s very feet.
"_Stop_, Julia--what is it?--what is it?" Miss Toland was crying. She locked her arms tight about the girl, and drew her back into the reception hall. Julia was silent, suddenly realizing that she had been screaming. She moved her tongue over her dry lips, and struggled to explain.
"Now we understand perfectly!" Doctor Studdiford said soothingly. "He shot himself, poor fellow. I"m going to take care of him, do you see?
Just keep _still_, Aunt Sanna, or we"ll have a crowd here. Aunt Sanna, do you want this to get into the papers?" For Miss Toland"s surmises were delivered at a sort of shriek.
"Oo--oo--oo!" shuddered Julia, fearful eyes on the a.s.sembly room door.
"He was--we were just talking--"
"Is he dead, Jim?" asked Miss Toland fearfully.
"I think so. I"m going to call the hospital for an ambulance, anyway."
Doctor Studdiford was all brisk authority.
"But what ever possessed him?" shrilled Miss Toland again. "Of all _things_!"
"Had you quarrelled?" asked Jim, keen eyes on Julia as he rattled the telephone hook.
"No," Julia said shortly, like a child who holds something back. Then her face wrinkled, and she began to cry. "He wanted to marry me," she said piteously. "He wanted me to promise! But he always has asked me--ever since I was fifteen years old, and I always said no!"
"Well, now," Jim said soothingly. "Don"t cry. You couldn"t help it. Do you know why he carried a revolver?"
"He has to carry it, his business isn"t a very safe one," Julia said shakily. "He"s shown it to me once or twice!" Her voice dropped on a trembling note, and her eyes were wild with fright.
"Now, Aunt Sanna," said Jim quietly, after telephoning, "I think that you and Miss Page ought to get out of here. You"ll have a raft of reporters and busybodies here to-morrow. It"s a ghastly thing, of course, and the quieter we keep it the better for every one. I"ll manage my end of it. I"ll have as conservative an account as I can in the papers--simply that he was despondent over a love affair and, in a fit of temporary aberration--and so on. Could you close this place up for a week?"
"Certainly!" said Miss Toland, with Spartan promptness, beginning to enjoy the desperate demand of the hour.
"And could you take that poor child somewhere, out of the public eye?"
"I will indeed, Jim!"
"Well, that"s the best way to do. You"re a trump, Aunt Sanna! I will say that Miss Page is naturally prostrated, and gone away to friends."
"Jim, has that poor boy a chance?"
"A chance? No. No; he died instantly. It was straight through the brain.
Yes, terrible--naturally. Now, will you take what you need--"
"Instantly!" said Miss Toland, with a shudder. "Oh, Jim, I"m so glad you"re a doctor," she added weakly, clutching his arm, "and so cold blooded and reliable!"
"I"m glad I was here," Jim answered simply. "h.e.l.lo, look at poor little Miss Page! She"s fainted!"
CHAPTER VIII
It was Christmas time before Julia saw Doctor Studdiford again, and then it was but for a few minutes. Christmas Eve was wet and blowy out of doors, but the a.s.sembly hall of The Alexander looked warm and bright; there were painfully made garlands of green looped about the windows, bells of red paper hung from all the chandeliers, and on the stage an enormous Christmas tree glittered with colour and light. Six hundred people were crowded into the room, more than half of them children.
Babies twisted and climbed on the laps of their radiant mothers, small girls and boys everywhere were restless with excitement and antic.i.p.ation. Miss Toland only appeared at intervals, spending most of the afternoon with a few chosen guests in the reception hall, but Julia was everywhere at once. She wore a plain white linen gown, with a bit of holly in her hair and on her breast, and whether she was marshalling small girls into groups, stopping to admire a new baby, meeting the confectioner"s men and their immense freezers at the draughty side door, talking shyly with the directors in Miss Toland"s room, or consoling some weeping infant in the hall, she was followed by admiring eyes.