"Like myself, she is related to others that drag her down," he thought, "and she seems to have no friend or brother to protect or warn her. Even if this over-dressed young fool is her lover, if she could have seen him prostrate on the bar-room floor, she would never look at him again. If she would I would never look at her."
His romantic nature became impressed with the idea that he might become in some sense her unknown knight and protector, and keep her from marrying a man that would sink to what his father was. Therefore he pa.s.sed the house as often as he could in hope that there might be some opportunity of seeing her.
To poor Edith troubles thickened fast, for, as we have seen, the brunt of everything came on her. Early on the forenoon of Monday the carpenter appeared, asking with a hard, determined tone for his money, adding with satire:
"I suppose it"s all right of course. People who want everything done at once must expect to pay promptly."
"Your bill is much too large--much larger than you gave us any reason to suppose it would be," said Edith.
"I"ve only charged you regular rates, miss, and you put me to no little inconvenience besides."
"That"s not the point. It"s double the amount you gave us to understand it would be, and if you should deduct the damage caused by your delay it would greatly reduce it. I do not feel willing that this bill should be paid as it stands."
"Very well then," said the man, coolly rising. "You threatened me with a lawyer; I"ll let my lawyer settle with you."
"Edith," said Mrs. Allen majestically, "bring my checkbook."
"Don"t pay it, mother. He can"t make us pay such a bill in view of the fact that he left our roof open in the rain."
"Do as I bid you," said Mrs. Allen impressively.
"There," she said to the chuckling builder, in lofty scorn, throwing toward him a check as if it were dirt. "Now leave the presence of ladies whom you don"t seem to know much about."
The man reddened and went out muttering that "he had seen quite as good ladies before."
Two days later a letter from Mrs. Allen"s bank brought dismay by stating that she had overdrawn her account.
The next day there came a letter from their lawyer saying that a messenger from the bank had called upon him--that he was sorry they had spent all their money--that he could not sell the stock he held at any price now--and they had better sell their house in the country and board.
This Mrs. Allen was inclined to do, but Edith said almost fiercely:
"I won"t sell it. I am bound to have some place of refuge in this hard, pitiless world. I hold the deed of this property, and we certainly can get something to eat off of it, and if we must starve, no one at least can disturb us."
"What can we do?" said Mrs. Allen, crying and wringing her hands.
"We ought to have saved our money and gone to work at something,"
answered Edith sternly.
"I am not able to work," whined Laura.
"I don"t know how to work, and I won"t starve either," cried Zell pa.s.sionately. "I shall write to Mr. Van Dam this very day and tell him all about it."
"I would rather work my fingers off," retorted Edith scornfully, "than have a man come and marry me out of charity, finding me as helpless as if I were picked up off the street, and on the street we should soon be, without shelter or friends, if we sold this place."
And so the blow fell upon them, and such was the spirit with which they bore it.
CHAPTER XV
THE TEMPTATION
The same mail brought them a long bill from Mr. Hard, accompanied with a very polite but decisive note saying that it was his custom to have a monthly settlement with his customers.
The rest of the family looked with new dismay and helplessness at this, and Edith added bitterly:
"There are half a dozen other bills also."
"What can we do?" again Mrs. Allen cried piteously. "If you girls had only accepted some of your splendid offers--"
"Hush, mother," said Edith imperiously. "I have heard that refrain too often already," and the resolute practical girl went to her room and shut herself up to think.
Two hours later she came down to lunch with the determined air of one who had come to a conclusion.
"These bills must be met, in part at least," she said, "and the sooner the better. After that we must buy no more than we can pay for, if it"s only a crust of bread. I shall take the first train to-morrow and dispose of some of my jewelry. Who of you will contribute some also?
We all have more than we shall ever need."
"p.a.w.n our jewelry!" they all shrieked.
"No, sell it," said Edith firmly.
"You hateful creature!" sobbed Zell. "If Mr. Van Dam heard it he would never come near me again."
"If he"s that kind of a man, he had better not," was the sharp retort.
"I"ll never forgive you if you do it. You shall not spoil all my chances and your own too. He as good as offered himself to me, and I insist on your giving me a chance to write to him before you take one of your mad steps."
They all clamored against her purpose so strongly that Edith was borne down and reluctantly gave way. Zell wrote immediately a touching, pathetic letter that would have moved a man of one knightly instinct to come to her rescue. Van Dam read it with a look of fiendish exultation, and calling on Gus said:
"We will go up to-morrow. The right time has come. They won"t be nice as to terms any longer."
It was an unfortunate thing for Edith that she had yielded at this time to the policy of waiting one hour longer. In the two days that intervened before the young men appeared there was time for that kind of thought that tempts and weakens. She was in that most dangerous att.i.tude of irresolution. The toilsome path of independent labor looked very hard and th.o.r.n.y--more than that, it looked lonely. This latter aspect causes mult.i.tudes to shrink, where the work would not.
She knew enough of society to feel sure that her mother was right, and that the moment she entered on bread-winning by any form of honest labor, her old fashionable world was lost to her forever. And she knew of no other world, she had no other friends save those of the gilded past. She did not, with her healthful frame and energetic spirit, shrink so much from labor as from a.s.sociation with the laboring cla.s.ses. She had been educated to think of them only as coa.r.s.e and common, and to make no distinctions.
"Even if a few are good and intelligent as these Laceys seem, they can"t understand my feelings and past life, so there will be no congeniality, and I shall have to work practically alone. Perhaps in time I shall become coa.r.s.e and common like the rest," she said with a half-shudder at the thought of old-fashioned garb, slipshod dressing, and long monotonous hours at one employment. All these were inseparable in her mind from poverty and labor.
Then after a long silence, during which she had sat with her chin resting on her hands, she continued:
"I believe I could stand it if I could earn a support out of the garden with such a man as Malcom to help me. There are variety and beauty there, and scope for constant improvement. But I fear a woman can"t make a livelihood by such out-of-door, man-like work. Good heavens! what would my Fifth Avenue friends say if it should get to their ears that Edith Allen was raising cabbages for market?"
Then in contrast, as the alternative to labor, Gus Elliot continually presented himself.
"If he were only more of a man!" she thought. "But if he loves me so well as to marry me in view of my poverty, he must have some true manhood about him. I suppose I could learn to love him after a fashion, and I certainly like him as well as any one I know. Perhaps if I were with him to cheer, incite, and scold, he might become a fair business man after all."
And so Edith in her helplessness and fear of work was tempted to enter on that forlorn experiment which so many energetic women of decided character have made--that of marrying a man who can"t stand alone, or do anything but dawdle, in the hope that they may be able to infuse in him some of their own moral and intellectual backbone.