"Impertinent, grovelling mortals!" he repeated.
And then the car stopped at Seventeenth Street, and who should step on board but Miss Hollister herself!
"The idea!" thought Willis. "By Jove! there she is--on a horse-car, too!
How atrocious! One might as well expect to see Minerva driving in a grocer"s wagon as Miss Hollister in a horse-car. Miserable, untactful world to compel Minerva to ride in a horse-cart, or rather Miss Hollister to ride in a grocer"s car! Absurdest of absurdities!"
Here he raised his hat, for Miss Hollister had bowed sweetly to him as she pa.s.sed on to the far end of the car, where she stood hanging on to a strap.
"I wonder why she doesn"t sit down?" thought Willis; for as he looked about the car he observed that with the exception of the one he occupied all the seats were vacant. In fact, the only persons on board were Miss Hollister, the driver, the conductor, and himself.
"I think I"ll go speak to her," he thought. And then he thought again: "No, I"d better not. She saw me when she entered, and if she had wished to speak to me she would have sat down here beside me, or opposite me perhaps. I shall show myself worthy of her by not thrusting my presence upon her. But I wonder why she stands? She looks tired enough."
Here Miss Hollister indulged in a very singular performance. She bowed her head slightly at some one, apparently on the sidewalk, Willis thought, murmured something, the purport of which Willis could not catch, and sat down in the middle of the seat on the other side of the car, looking very much annoyed--in fact, almost unamiable.
Willis was more mystified than ever; but his mystification was as nothing compared to his anxiety when, on reaching Forty-second Street, Miss Hollister rose, and sweeping by him without a sign of recognition, left the car.
"Cut, by thunder!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Willis, in consternation. "And why, I wonder? Most incomprehensible affair. Can she be a woman of whims--with eyes like those? Never. Impossible. And yet what else can be the matter?"
Try as he might, Willis could not solve the problem. It was utterly past solution as far as he was concerned.
"I"ll find out, and I"ll find out like a brave man," he said, after racking his brains for an hour or two in a vain endeavor to get at the cause of Miss Hollister"s cut. "I"ll call upon her to-night and ask her."
He was true to his first purpose, but not to his second. He called, but he did not ask her, for Miss Hollister did not give him the chance to do so.
Upon receiving his card she sent down word that she was out. Two days later, meeting him face to face upon the street, she gazed coldly at him, and cut him once more. Six months later her engagement to a Boston man was announced, and in the autumn following Miss Hollister of New York became Mrs. Barrows of Boston. There were cards, but Willis did not receive one of them. The cut was indeed complete and final. But why? That had now become one of the great problems of Willis"s life. What had he done to be so badly treated?
II
A year pa.s.sed by, and Willis recovered from the dreadful blow to his hopes, but he often puzzled over Miss Hollister"s singular behavior towards him. He had placed the matter before several of his friends, and, with the exception of one of them, none was more capable of solving his problem than he. This one had heard from his wife, a school friend and intimate acquaintance of Miss Hollister, now Mrs. Barrows, that Willis"s ideal had once expressed herself to the effect that she had admired Willis very much until she had discovered that he was not always as courteous as he should be.
"Courteous? Not as courteous as I should be?" retorted Willis. "When have I ever been anything else? Why, my dear Bronson," he added, "you know what my att.i.tude towards womankind--as well as mankind--has always been. If there is a creature in the world whose politeness is his weakness, I am that creature. I"m the most courteous man living. When I play poker in my own rooms I lose money, because I"ve made it a rule never to beat my guests in cards or anything else."
"That isn"t politeness," said Bronson. "That"s idiocy."
"It proves my point," retorted Willis. "I"m polite to the verge of insanity. Not as courteous as I should be! Great Scott! What did I ever do or say to give her that idea?"
"I don"t know," Bronson replied. "Better ask her. Maybe you overdid your politeness. Overdone courtesy is often worse than boorishness. You may have been so polite on some occasion that you made Miss Hollister think you considered her an inferior person. You know what the poet insinuated.
Sorosis holds no fury like a woman condescended to by a man."
"I"ve half a mind to write to Mrs. Barrows and ask her what I did," said Willis.
"That would be lovely," said Bronson. "Barrows would be pleased."
"True. I never thought of that," replied Willis.
"You are not a thoughtful thinker," said Bronson, dryly. "If I were you I"d bide my time, and some day you may get an explanation. Stranger things have happened; and my wife tells me that the Barrowses are to spend the coming winter in New York. You"ll meet them out somewhere, no doubt."
"No; I shall decline to go where they are. No woman shall cut me a second time--not even Mrs. Barrows," said Willis, firmly.
"Good! Stand by your colors," said Bronson, with an amused smile.
A week or two later Willis received an invitation from Mr. and Mrs.
Bronson to dine with them informally. "I have some very clever friends I want you to meet," she wrote. "So be sure to come."
Willis went. The clever friends were Mr. and Mrs. Barrows; and, to the surprise of Willis, he was received most effusively by the quondam Miss Hollister.
"Why, Mr. Willis," she said, extending her hand to him. "How delightful to see you again!"
"Thank you," said Willis, in some confusion. "I--er--I am sure it is a very pleasant surprise for me. I--er--had no idea--"
"Nor I," returned Mrs. Barrows. "And really I should have been a little embarra.s.sed, I think, had I known you were to be here. I--ha! ha!--it"s so very absurd that I almost hesitate to speak of it--but I feel I must. I"ve treated you very badly."
"Indeed!" said Willis, with a smile. "How, pray?"
"Well, it wasn"t my fault really," returned Mrs. Barrows; "but do you remember, a little over a year ago, my riding up-town on a horse-car--a Madison Avenue car--with you?"
"H"m!" said Willis, with an affectation of reflection. "Let me see; ah--yes--I think I do. We were the only ones on board, I believe, and--ah--"
Here Mrs. Barrows laughed outright. "You thought we were the only ones on board, but--we weren"t. The car was crowded," she said.
"Then I don"t remember it," said Willis. "The only time I ever rode on a horse-car with you to my knowledge was--"
"I know; this was the occasion," interrupted Mrs. Barrows. "You sat in a corner at the rear end of the car when I entered, and I was very much put out with you because it remained for a stranger, whom I had often seen and to whom I had, for reasons unknown even to myself, taken a deep aversion, to offer me his seat, and, what is more, compel me to take it."
"I don"t understand," said Willis. "We were alone on the car."
"To your eyes we were, although at the time I did not know it. To my eyes when I boarded it the car was occupied by enough people to fill all the seats. You returned my bow as I entered, but did not offer me your seat.
The stranger did, and while I tried to decline it, I was unable to do so.
He was a man of about my own age, and he had a most remarkable pair of eyes. There was no resisting them. His offer was a command; and as I rode along and thought of your sitting motionless at the end of the car, compelling me to stand, and being indirectly responsible for my acceptance of courtesies from a total and disagreeable stranger, I became so very indignant with you that I pa.s.sed you without recognition as soon as I could summon up courage to leave. I could not understand why you, who had seemed to me to be the soul of politeness, should upon this occasion have failed to do not what I should exact from any man, but what I had reason to expect of you."
"But, Mrs. Barrows," remonstrated Willis, "why should I give up a seat to a lady when there were twenty other seats unoccupied on the same car?"
"There is no reason in the world why you should," replied Mrs. Barrows.
"But it was not until last winter that I discovered the trick that had been put upon us."
"Ah?" said Willis. "Trick?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Barrows. "It was a trick. The car was empty to your eyes, but crowded to mine with the astral bodies of the members of the Boston Theosophical Society."
"Wha-a-at?" roared Willis.
"It is just as I have said," replied Mrs. Barrows, with a silvery laugh.
"They are all great friends of my husband"s, and one night last winter he dined them at our house, and who do you suppose walked in first?"
"Madame Blavatsky"s ghost?" suggested Willis, with a grin.
"Not quite," returned Mrs. Barrows. "But the horrible stranger of the horse-car; and, do you know, he recalled the whole thing to my mind, a.s.suring me that he and the others had projected their astral bodies over to New York for a week, and had a magnificent time unperceived by all save myself, who was unconsciously psychic, and so able to perceive them in their invisible forms."
"It was a mean trick on me, Mrs. Barrows," said Willis, ruefully, as soon as he had recovered sufficiently from his surprise to speak.