"I don"t believe you"re competent to treat the case, Ted. It"s not a thing to be laughed out of, you see. The thing for you to remember is which bunch of trilliums you are to give Mrs. Stephen Gray from me."
"This one." Ted waved his left arm.
"Not a bit of it. The left one is yours."
"No, because mine was a little the biggest, and you see this right one is."
"You are mistaken," Richard a.s.sured him positively. "You give Mrs.
Stephen the right one, and I"ll take the consequences."
"Did yours have a red one in?"
"Has that right one?"
"No, the left one has. I remember seeing you pick it."
"But afterward I threw it out. You picked one and left it in. The right is mine."
"You"ve got me all mixed up," vowed Ted discontentedly, at which his companion laughed, delight in his eye. The left-hand bunch was unquestionably his own, but if he could only convince Ted of the contrary he should at least have the satisfaction of knowing that the flowers he had plucked had reached his lady, though they would have no significance to her. When the lad jumped out of the car at his own rear gate he had agreed that the bunch with the one deep red trillium was to go to Roberta.
Ted turned to wave both white cl.u.s.ters at his friend as the car went on, then he proceeded straight to his sister"s room. Finding her absent, he laid one great white-and-green ma.s.s in a heap upon her bed and went his way with the other to Mrs. Stephen"s room. Here he found both Roberta and Rosamond playing with little Gordon and Dorothy, whom their nurse had just brought in from an airing.
"Here"s some trilliums for you, Rosy," announced Ted. "Mr. Kendrick sent "em to you. I left yours on your bed, Rob. I picked yours; at least I think I did. He was awfully particular that his went to Rosy, but we got sort of mixed up about which picked which, so I can"t be sure. I don"t see any use of making such a fuss about a lot of trilliums, anyhow."
Roberta and Rosamond looked at each other. "I think you are decidedly mixed, Ted," said Rosamond. "It was Rob Mr. Kendrick meant to send his to."
Ted shook his head positively. "No, it wasn"t. He said something about you that I told him I was going to tell Steve, only--I don"t know as I can remember it. Something about his admiring you a whole lot."
"Delightful! And he didn"t say anything about Rob?"
"Not very much. Said she was afraid of something. I said she wasn"t afraid of anything, and he said she was--of one thing. I tried to make him say what it was, because I knew he was all off about that, but he wouldn"t tell."
"Evidently you and Mr. Kendrick talked a good deal of nonsense," was Roberta"s comment, on her way from the room.
She found the ma.s.s of green and white upon her bed and stood contemplating it for a moment. The one deep red trillium glowed richly against its snowy brethren, and she picked it out and examined it thoughtfully, as if she expected it to tell her whereof Richard Kendrick thought she was afraid. But as it vouchsafed no information she gathered up the whole ma.s.s and disposed it in a big crystal bowl which she set upon a small table by an open window.
"If I thought that really was the bunch he picked," said she to herself, "I should consider he had broken his promise and I should feel obliged to throw it away. Perhaps I"d better do it anyhow. Yet--it seems a pity to throw away such a beautiful bowlful of white and green, and--very likely they were of Ted"s picking after all. But I don"t like that one red one against all the white."
She laid fingers upon it to draw it out. But she did not draw it out. "I wonder if that represents the one thing I"m afraid of?" she considered whimsically. "What does his majesty mean--himself? Or--myself?
Or--of--of--Yes, I suppose that"s it! Am I afraid of it?"
She stood staring down at the one deep red flower, the biggest, finest bloom of them all. It really did not belong there with the others in their cool, chaste whiteness. Quite suddenly she drew it out. She made the motion of throwing it out the window, but it seemed to cling to her fingers.
"Poor little flower," said she softly, "why should you have to go?
Perhaps you"re sorry because you"re not white like the rest. But you can"t help it; you were made that way."
If Richard Kendrick could have seen her standing there, staring down at the flower he had picked, he would have found it harder than ever to go on his appointed course. For this was what she was thinking:
"I ought--I ought--to like best the white flowers of intellect--and ability--and training--and every sort of fitness. I try and try to like them best. But, oh!--they are so white--compared with this red, red one.
I like the white ones; they are pure and cool and beautiful. But--the red one is warm, warm! Oh, I don"t know--I don"t know. And how am I going to know? Tell me that, red flower. Did he pick you? Shall I keep you--on the doubt? Well--but not where you will show. Yes, I"ll keep you, but away down in the middle, where no one will see you, and where you won"t distract my attention from the beautiful white flowers that are so different from you."
She bent over the bowlful of snowy spring blossoms, drew them apart, and sunk the red flower deep among them, drawing them together again so that not a hint of their alien brother should show against their whiteness.
"There," said she, turning away with a little laugh, but speaking over her shoulder, "you ought to be satisfied with that. That"s certainly much better than being thrown out of the window, to wilt in the sun!"
CHAPTER XVIII
THE NAILING OF A FLAG
"Well--well--well!" drawled a voice at Richard Kendrick"s elbow. "How are you, old man? Haven"t seen you since before the days of Noah! Off to that country shop of yours? I say, take me along, will you? Time hangs heavy on my hands just now, and I want to see you anyhow, about a plan of mine."
"Hop in, Lorimer. Mighty glad to see you. Want to go all the way to Eastman? That"s fine! This is great weather, eh?"
Belden Lorimer hopped in, if that word may be used to express his eager acceptance rather than the alacrity of his movements, for he was accustomed to act with as much deliberation as he spoke. He was one of Richard"s college friends, also one of his late intimate companions at clubs and in social affairs. Lorimer possessed as much money in his own right as Richard himself, though his expectations were hardly as great.
"To tell the truth," said Lorimer, when the car had left the city and was bowling along the main travelled highway "up the State," "I wanted to see you as much as anything to get a good look at you. Fellows say you"ve changed. Say you have that "captain-of-industry" expression now.
Say you"ve acquired that broad brow--alert eye--stern mouth--dominant chin--and so forth, that goes with indomitable determination to "get there." To be sure, I"d have thought you"d arrived, or your family before you, but they say you"ve started out to arrive some more. It"s a wonderful example for a chap like me--fellows say. Think so myself. Mind imparting--"
Richard broke in on Lorimer"s drawl. It was rather an engaging drawl, by the way, and he had always enjoyed hearing it, but it struck upon his ears now with a certain futility. In a world of pressing affairs why should a man cultivate a tone like that? But he liked Lorimer too much to mind how he talked.
"I"m delighted if I"ve acquired that expression," said he, letting out the car another notch, although it was already in swift flight. "It"s been a lot of trouble. I"ve had to practise before a mirror a good deal.
It was the chin bothered me most. It sticks out pretty well, but not as far as my grandfather"s. Could you advise any method of--"
"What I want to know is," proceeded Lorimer calmly, "how you came to go into it. Understand you wanted to help fellow out of the ditch--good old Benson--most worthy. Couldn"t help him out without getting in yourself?
But going to get out soon as possible, of course? Unthinkable for Rich Kendrick to be a country shopkeeper!"
"Unthinkable, is it? Wait till you see the shop. It"s the most fun I ever had. Get out? Not by a long shot. I"m in for keeps."
"Not you. With the Kendrick establishments waiting for you to come into your own? Which will mean, in your case, becoming the nominal head of a great system, while it continues to be run for you, as now, by a lot of trained heads under salary--big salary."
"Great idea of my future you have, Lorry, haven"t you? Well, I can"t wonder. I"ve been doing my best for all the years of my life to implant that idea in your mind. But, what about you? What are you at, yourself?
You said you had a plan."
"He asks what I"m "at,"" remarked Belden Lorimer to the rural landscape through which the car was pa.s.sing. "Ever know me to be "at" anything?
It"s as much as I can do to support life until I can be off on my next little travel-plan. It"s me for a leisurely cruise around the world, in the governor"s little old boat--the _Ariel_--painted up within an inch of her life, bra.s.s all shining, lockers filled, a first-cla.s.s cook engaged, and a brand-new skipper and crew--picked men. Sounds pretty good to me. How about you? Shop keeping in it with that, me lord?"
His usually languid glance was sharp, as he eyed his friend.
"Jove!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Richard Kendrick, under his breath.
"I thought so. "Jove!" it is, too--and also Jupiter! You"ve always said you"d be ready when I was. Well, I"m ready."
Richard was silent for a long minute, while his friend waited confidently. Then, "Good luck to you, old Lorry," he said. "It"s mighty fine of you to remember our ancient vow to do that trick some day. And I"d like to go--you know that. But--I"ve a previous engagement."
"Not with that fool store up in the backwoods? Can"t make me believe that, you know."