Chapter Seven
On a certain evening about four months later Ellis and Vandover had a "date" with Ida Wade and Bessie Laguna at the Mechanics" Fair. Ellis, Bessie, and Ida were to meet Vandover there in the Art Gallery, as he had to make a call with his father, and could not get there until half-past nine. They were all to walk about the Fair until ten, after which the two men proposed to take the girls out to the Cliff House in separate coupes. The whole thing had been arranged by Ellis and Bessie, and Vandover was irritated. Ellis ought to have had more sense; rushing the girls was all very well, but everybody went to the Mechanics" Fair, and he didn"t like to have nice girls like Turner or Henrietta Vance see him with chippies like that. It was all very well for Ellis, who had no social position, but for _him_, Vandover, it would look too confounded queer. Of course he was in for it now, and would have to face the music.
You can"t tell a girl like that that you"re ashamed to be seen with her, but very likely he would get himself into a regular box with it all.
When he arrived at the Mechanics" Pavilion, it was about twenty minutes of ten, and as he pushed through the wicket he let himself into a huge amphitheatre full of colour and movement.
There was a vast shuffling of thousands of feet and a subdued roar of conversation like the noise of a great mill; mingled with these were the purring of distant machinery, the splashing of a temporary fountain and the rhythmic clamour of a bra.s.s band, while in the piano exhibit the hired performer was playing a concert-grand with a great flourish.
Nearer at hand one could catch ends of conversation and notes of laughter, the creaking of boots, and the rustle of moving dresses and stiff skirts. Here and there groups of school children elbowed their way through the crowd, crying shrilly, their hands full of advertis.e.m.e.nt pamphlets, fans, picture cards, and toy whips with pewter whistles on the b.u.t.ts, while the air itself was full of the smell of fresh popcorn.
Ellis and Bessie were in the Art Gallery upstairs. Mrs. Wade, Ida"s mother, who gave lessons in hand painting, had an exhibit there which they were interested to find; a bunch of yellow poppies painted on velvet and framed in gilt. They stood before it some little time hazarding their opinions and then moved on from one picture to another; Ellis bought a catalogue and made it a duty to find the t.i.tle of every picture. Bessie professed to be very fond of painting; she had "taken it up" at one time and had abandoned it, only because the oil or turpentine or something was unhealthy for her. "Of course," she said, "I"m no critic, I only know what I like. Now that one over there, I like _that_.
I think those ideal heads like that are lovely, don"t you, Bandy? Oh, there"s Van!"
"h.e.l.lo!" said Vandover, coming up. "Where"s Ida?"
"h.e.l.lo, Van!" answered Bessie. "Ida wouldn"t come. Isn"t it too mean?
She said she couldn"t come because she had a cold, but she was just talking through her face, I know. She"s just got kind of a streak on and you can"t get anything out of her. You two haven"t had a row, have you?
Well, I didn"t _think_ you had. But she"s worried about something or other. I don"t believe she"s been out of the house this week. But isn"t it mean of her to throw cold water on the procession like this? She"s been giving me a lecture, too, and says she"s going to reform."
"Well," said Vandover, greatly relieved, "that"s too bad. We could have had a lot of fun to-night. I"m awfully sorry. Well, what are you two going to do?"
"Oh, I guess we"ll follow out our part of the programme," said Ellis.
"You are kind of left out, though."
"I don"t know," answered Vandover. "Maybe I"ll go downtown, and see if I can find some of the boys."
"Oh, Dolly Haight is around here somewheres," said Ellis. "We saw him just now over by the chess machine."
"I guess I"ll try and find him, then," responded Vandover. "Well, I hope you two enjoy yourselves." As he was turning away Bessie Laguna came running back, and taking him a little to one side said:
"You"d better go round and see Ida pretty soon if you can. She"s all broke up about something, I"m sure. I think she"d like to see you pretty well. Honestly," she said, suddenly very grave, "I never saw Ida so cut up in my life. She"s been taking on over something in a dreadful way, and I think she"d like to see you. She won"t tell _me_ anything. You go around and see her."
"All right," answered Vandover smiling, "I"ll go."
As he was going down the stairs on his way to find young Haight it occurred to him what Ida"s trouble might be. He was all at once struck with a great fear, so that for an instant he turned cold and weak, and reached out his hand to steady himself against the railing of the stairs. Ah, what a calamity that would be! What a calamity! What a dreadful responsibility! What a crime! He could not keep the thought out of his mind. He tried to tell himself that Ida had practically given her consent by going into such a place; that he was not the only one, after all; that there was nothing certain as yet. He stood on the stairway, empty for that moment, biting the end of his thumb, saying to himself in a low voice:
"What a calamity, what a horrible calamity that would be! Ah, you scoundrel! You d.a.m.ned fool, not to have thought!" A couple of girls, the counter girls at one of the candy booths, came down the stairs behind him with a great babble of talk. Vandover gave an irritated shrug of his shoulders as if freeing himself from the disagreeable subject and went on.
He could not find young Haight down stairs and so went up into the gallery again. After a long time he came upon him sitting on an empty bench nursing his cane and watching the crowd go past.
"h.e.l.lo, old man!" he exclaimed. "Ellis told me I would find you around somewhere. I was just going to give you up." He sat down beside his chum, and the two began to talk about the people as they pa.s.sed. "Ah, get on to the red hat!" exclaimed Vandover on a sudden. "That"s the third time she"s pa.s.sed."
"Has Ellis gone off with Bessie Laguna?" asked young Haight.
"Yes," answered Vandover. "They"re going to have a time at the Cliff House."
"That"s too bad," young Haight replied. "Ellis has just thrown himself away with that girl. He might have known some very nice people when he first came here. Between that girl and his whisky he has managed to spoil every chance he might have had."
"There"s Charlie Geary," Vandover exclaimed suddenly, whistling and beckoning. "Hey, there, Charlie! where you going? Oh," he cried on a sudden as Geary came up, "oh, get on to his new store clothes, will you?" They both pretended to be overwhelmed by the elegance of Geary"s new suit.
"O-oh!" cried young Haight. "The b.l.o.o.d.y, bloomin", bloated swell. Just let me _touch_ them!"
Vandover shaded his eyes and turned away as though dazzled. "This is _too_ much," he gasped. "Such magnificence, such purple and fine linen."
Then suddenly he shouted, "Oh, _oh! look_ at the crease in those trousers. No; it"s too much, I can"t stand it."
"Oh, shut up," said Geary, irritated, as they had intended he should be.
"Yes," he went on, "I thought I"d blow myself. I"ve been working like a dog the whole month. I"m trying to get in Beale"s office. Beale and Storey, you know. I got the promise of a berth last week, so I thought I"d blow myself for some rags. I"ve been over to San Rafael all day visiting my cousins; had a great time; went out to row. Oh, and had a great feed: lettuce sandwiches with mayonnaise. Simply out of sight. I came back on the four o"clock boat and held down the "line" on Kearney Street for an hour or two."
"Yes?" young Haight said perfunctorily, adding after a moment, "Isn"t this a gay crowd, a typical San Francisco crowd and--"
"I had a c.o.c.ktail in the Imperial at about quarter of five," said Geary, "and got a cigar at the Elite; then I went around to get my clothes. Oh, you ought to have heard the blowing up I gave my tailor! I let him have it right straight."
Geary paused a moment, and Vandover said: "Come on, let"s walk around a little; don"t you want to? We might run on to the red hat again."
"I told him," continued Geary without moving, "that if he wanted to do any more work for me, he"d have to get in front of himself in a hurry, and that _I_ wasn"t full of bubbles, if _he_ was. "Why," says he, "why, Mr. Geary, I"ve never had a customer talk like this to me before since I"ve been in the business!" "Well, Mr. Allen," says I, "it"s time you _had_! Oh, sure, I gave it to him straight."
"Vandover has gone daft over a girl in a red hat," said young Haight, as they got up and began to walk. "Have you noticed her up here?"
"I went to the Grillroom after I left the tailor"s," continued Geary, "and had supper downtown. Ah, you ought to have seen the steak they gave me! Just about as thick as it was wide. I gave the slavey a four-bit tip. Oh, it"s just as well, you know, to keep in with them, if you go there often. I lunch there four or five times a week."
They descended to the ground floor and promenaded the central aisle watching for pretty girls. In front of a candy-counter, where there was a soda fountain, they saw the red hat again. Vandover looked her squarely in the face and laughed a little. When he had pa.s.sed he looked back; the girl caught his eye and turned away with a droll smile.
Vandover paused, grinning, and raising his hat; "I guess that"s mine,"
he said.
"You are not going, are you?" exclaimed young Haight, as Vandover stopped. "Oh, for goodness" sake, Van, do leave the girls alone for one hour in the day. Come on! Come on downtown with us."
"No, no," answered Vandover. "I"m going to chase it up. Good-bye. I may see you fellows later," and he turned back and went up to the girl.
"Look at that!" said young Haight, exasperated. "He knows he"s liable to meet his acquaintances here, and yet there he goes, almost arm in arm with a girl like that. It"s too bad; why _can"t_ a fellow keep straight when there are such a lot of _nice_ girls?"
Geary never liked to see anything done better than he could do it himself. Just now he was vexed because Vandover had got in ahead of him.
He looked after the girl a moment and muttered scornfully:
"Cheap meat!" adding, "Ah, you bet _I_ wouldn"t do that. I flatter myself that I"m a little too clever to cut my own throat in that fashion. I look out after my interests better than that. Well, Dolly,"
he concluded, "_I"ve_ got a thirst on. Van and Ellis have gone off with their girls; let"s you and I go somewhere and have something wet."
"All right. What"s the matter with the Luxembourg?" answered young Haight.
"Luxembourg goes, then," a.s.sented Geary, and they turned about and started for the door. As they were pa.s.sing out some one came running up behind them and took an arm of each: it was Vandover.
"h.e.l.lo," cried Geary, delighted, "your girl shook you, didn"t she?"
"Not a bit of it," answered Vandover. "Oh, but say, she is out of sight!
Says her name is Grace Irving. No, she didn"t shake me. I made a date with her for next Wednesday night. I didn"t want to be seen around here with her, you know."
"Of _course_ she will keep that date!" said Geary.
"Well, now, I think she will," protested Vandover.