"Yes. Come here to this same place."
"I say, Madeline, can"t I come to the house? I hate doing it like this."
"No, you can"t. If you want to see me you"ll have to do it this way. It"s lots nicer here than in the house, anyway."
Ted acquiesced, since he had no choice, and rose, announcing that it was time to go now.
"We don"t have to go yet. I told Grandpa I was going to spend the evening with my friend, Linda Bates. He won"t know. We can stay as long as we like."
"I am afraid we can"t," said Ted decidedly. "Come on, my lady." He held out both hands and Madeline let him draw her to her feet, though she was pouting a little at his gainsaying of her wishes.
"You may kiss me now," she said suddenly, lifting her face to his.
But Ted backed away. The code was still on. A girl of his own kind he would have kissed in a moment at such provocation, or none. But he had an odd feeling of needing to protect this girl from herself as well as from himself.
"You had more sense than I did last night. Let"s follow your lead instead of mine," he said. "It"s better."
"But Ted, you will come to-morrow?" she pleaded. "You won"t forget or go back on your promise?"
"Of course, I"ll come," promised Ted again readily.
Five minutes later they parted, he to take his car, and she to stroll in the opposite direction toward her friend Linda"s house.
"He is a dear," she thought. "I"m glad he wouldn"t kiss me, so there,"
she said aloud to a dusty daisy that peered up at her rather mockingly from the gutter.
An automobile horn honked behind her. She stepped aside, but the car stopped.
"Well, here is luck. Where are you going, my pretty maid?" called a gay, bold voice.
She turned. The speaker was one Willis Hubbard, an automobile agent by profession, lady"s man and general Lothario by avocation. His handsome dark face stood out clearly in the dusk. She could see the avid shine in his eyes. She hated him all of a sudden, though hitherto she had secretly rather admired him, though she had always steadily refused his invitations.
For Madeline was wary. She knew how other girls had gone out with Willis in his smart car and come back to give rather sketchy accounts of the evening"s pleasure jaunt. Her friend Linda had tried it once and remarked later that Willis was some speed and that Madeline had the right hunch to keep away from him.
But it happened that Madeline Taylor was the particular peach that Willis Hubbard hankered after. He didn"t like them too easy, ready to drop from the bough at the first touch. All the same, he meant to have his way in the end with Madeline. He had an excellent opinion of his powers as a conquering male. He had, alas, plenty of data to warrant it in his relations with the fair and sometimes weak s.e.x.
"What"s your hurry, dearie?" he asked now. "Come on for a spin. It"s the pink of the evening."
But she thanked him stiffly and refused, remembering Ted Holiday"s honest blue eyes.
"What are you so almighty prunes and prisms for, all of a sudden? It"s the wrong game to play with a man, I can tell you, if you want to have a good time in the world. I say, Maidie, be a good girl and come out with me to-morrow night. We"ll have dinner somewhere and dance and make a night of it. Say yes, you beauty. A girl like you oughtn"t to stay cooped up at home forever. It"s against nature."
But again Madeline refused and moved away with dignity.
"Your grandfather will never know. You can plan to stay with Linda afterward. I"ll meet you by the sycamore tree just beyond the Bates"
place at eight sharp--give you the best time you ever had in your life.
Believe me, I"m some little spender when I get to going."
"No, thank you, Mr. Hubbard. I tell you I can"t go."
He stared at the finality of her manner. He had no means of knowing that he was being measured up, to his infinite disadvantage, with a blue eyed lad who had stirred something in the girl before him that he himself could never have roused in a thousand years. But he did know he was being snubbed and the knowledge disturbed his fond conceit of self.
"Highty tighty with your "Mr. Hubbards"! You will sing another tune by to-morrow night. I"ll wait at the sycamore and you"ll be there. See if you won"t. You"re no fool, Maidie. You want a good time and you know I"m the boy to give it to you. So long! See you to-morrow night." He started his motor, kissed his hand impudently to her and was off down the road, leaving Madeline to follow slowly, in his dust.
CHAPTER VI
A SHADOW ON THE PATH
Across the campus the ivy procession wound its lovely length, flanked by rainbow clad Junior ushers immensely conscious of themselves and their importance as they bore the looped laurel chains between which walked the even more important Seniors, all in white and each bearing an American Beauty rose before her proudly, like a wand of youth.
At the head of the procession, as president of the cla.s.s, walked Antoinette Holiday, a little lady of quality, as none who saw her could have helped recognizing. Her uncle, watching the procession from the steps of a campus house, smiled and sighed as he beheld her. She was so young, so blithe-hearted, so untouched by the sad and sordid things of life. If only he could keep her so for a little, preserve the shining splendor of her shield of innocent young joy. But, even as he thought, he knew the folly of his wish. Tony would be the last to desire to have life tempered or kept from her. She would want to drain the whole cup, bitter, sweet and all.
Farther back in the procession was Carlotta, looking as heavenly fair and ethereal as if she had that morning been wafted down from the skies. Out of the crowd Phil Lambert"s eyes met hers and smiled. Very sensibly and modernly these two had decided to remain the best of friends since fate prevented their being lovers. But Phil"s eyes were rather more than friendly, resting on Carlotta, and, underneath the diaphanous, exquisite white cloud of a gown that she wore, Carlotta"s heart beat a little faster for what she saw in his face. The hand that held her rose trembled ever so slightly as she smiled bravely back at him. She could not forget those "very different" kisses of his, nor, with all the will in the world, could she go back to where she was before she went up the mountain and came down again in the purple dusk. She knew she had to get used to a strange, new world, a world without Philip Lambert, a rather empty world, it seemed. She wondered if this new world would give her anything so wonderful and sweet as this thing that she had by her own act surrendered. Almost she thought not.
Ted, standing beside his uncle, watching the procession, suddenly heard a familiar whistle, a signal dating back to Holiday Hill days, as unmistakable as the Star Spangled Banner itself, though who should be using it here and why was a mystery. In a moment his roving gaze discovered the solution. Standing upon a slight elevation on the campus opposite he perceived d.i.c.k Carson. The latter beckoned peremptorily. Ted wriggled out of the group, descended with one leap over the rail to the lawn, and made his way to where the other youth waited.
"What in Sam Hill"s chewing you?" he demanded upon arrival. "You"ve made me quit the only spot I"ve struck to-day where I had room to stand on my own feet and see anything at the same time."
"I say, Ted, what train was Larry coming on?" counterquestioned d.i.c.k.
"Chicago Overland. Why?"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am sure. He wired Tony. What in thunder are you driving at?
Get it out for Pete"s sake?"
"The Chicago Overland smashed into a freight somewhere near Pittsburgh this morning. There were hundreds of people killed. Oh, Lord, Ted! I didn"t mean to break it to you like that." d.i.c.k was aghast at his own clumsiness as Ted leaned against the brick wall of the college building, his face white as chalk. "I wasn"t thinking--guess I wasn"t thinking about much of anything except Tony," he added.
Ted groaned.
"Don"t wonder," he muttered. "Let"s not let her get wind of it till we have to. Are you sure there--there isn"t any mistake?" Ted put up his hand to brush back a refractory lock of hair and found his forehead wet with cold perspiration. "There"s got to be a mistake. Larry--I won"t believe it, so there!"
"You don"t have to believe it till you know. Even if he was on the train it doesn"t mean he is hurt." d.i.c.k would not name the harsher possibility to Larry Holiday"s brother.
"Of course, it doesn"t," snapped Ted. "I say, d.i.c.k, is it in the papers yet?"
"No, it will be in an hour though, as soon as the evening editions get out."
"Good! d.i.c.k, it"s up to you to keep Tony from knowing. She is going to sing in the concert at five. That will keep her occupied until six. But from now till then nix on the news. Take her out on the fool pond, walk her up Sunset Hill, quarrel with her, make love to her, anything, so she won"t guess. I don"t dare go near her. I"d give it away in a minute, I"m such an idiot. Besides I can"t think of anything but Larry. Gee!" The boy swept his hand across his eyes. "Last time I saw him I consigned him to the devil because he told me some perfectly true things about myself and tried to give me some perfectly sound advice. And now--I"m d.a.m.ned if I believe it. Larry is all right. He"s got to be," fiercely.
"Of course, he is," soothed d.i.c.k. "And I"ll try to do as you say about Tony. I"m not much of an actor, but I guess I can carry it through for--for her sake."
The little break in the speaker"s voice made Ted turn quickly and stare at the other youth.