"Not come!"
"Nor yet sent any apology."
The two women sat looking into each other"s faces a few moments, both white and silent.
"What will you do, Eleanor?"
"Nothing."
"But he may be sick, or he may not have got your letter. Such queer mistakes do happen."
"Parker took it to his hotel; the clerk said he was still in his room; it was sent to him in Parker"s sight and hearing. There is not any doubt but that he received it."
"Well, suppose he did not. Still, if he really cares for you, he is hardly likely to take your supposed silence for an absolute refusal. I have said "No" to Carrol a dozen times, and he won"t stay "noed." Mr.
Smith will be sure to ask for a personal interview."
Eleanor answered drearily: "I suppose he will pay me that respect;" but through this little effort at a.s.sertion it was easy to detect the white feather of mistrust. She half suspected the touchy self-esteem of Mr.
Smith. If she had merely been guilty of a breach of good manners toward him, she knew that he would deeply resent it; how, then, when she had--however innocently--given him the keenest personal slight?
Still she wished to accept Alice"s cheerful view of the affair, and what is heartily wished is half accomplished. Ere she fell asleep she had quite decided that her lover would call the following day, and her thoughts were busy with the pleasant amends she would make him for any anxiety he might have suffered.
But Mr. Smith did not call the following day, nor on many following ones, and a casual lady visitor destroyed Eleanor"s last hope that he would ever call again, for, after a little desultory gossip, she said, "You will miss Mr. Smith very much at your receptions, and brother Sam says he is to be away two years."
"So long?" asked Eleanor, with perfect calmness.
"I believe so. I thought the move very sudden, but Sam says he has been talking about the trip for six months."
"Really!--Alice, dear, won"t you bring that piece of Burslam pottery for Mrs. Hollis to look at?"
So the wonderful cup and saucer were brought, and they caused a diversion so complete that Mr. Smith and his eccentric move were not named again during the visit. Nor, indeed, much after it. "What is the use of discussing a hopelessly disagreeable subject?" said Eleanor to Alice"s first offer of sympathy. To tell the truth, the mere mention of the subject made her cross, for young women of the finest fortunes do not necessarily possess the finest tempers.
Carrol"s next visit was looked for with a good deal of interest.
Naturally it was thought that he would know all about his friend"s singular conduct. But he professed to be as much puzzled as Alice. "He supposed it was something about Mrs. Bethune; he had always told Smith not to take a pretty, rich woman like her into his calculations. For his part, if he had been desirous of marrying an heiress, and felt that he had a gift that way, he should have looked out a rich German girl; they had less nonsense about them," etc.
That was how the affair ended as far as Eleanor was concerned. Of course she suffered, but she was not of that generation of women who parade their suffering. Beautiful and self-respecting, she was, above all, endowed with physical self-control. Even Alice was spared the hysterical sobbings and faintings and other signs of pathological distress common to weak women.
Perhaps she was more silent and more irritable than usual, but Eleanor Bethune"s heartache for love never led her to the smallest social impropriety. Whatever she suffered, she did not refuse the proper mixture of colors in her hat, or neglect her t.i.the of the mint, anise and c.u.mmin due to her position.
Eleanor"s reticence, however, had this good effect--it compelled Alice to talk Smith"s singular behavior over with Carrol; and somehow, in discussing Smith, they got to understand each other; so that, after all, it was Alice"s and not Eleanor"s bridal shopping that was to do. And there is something very a.s.suaging to grief in this occupation. Before it was completed, Eleanor had quite recovered her placid, sunshiny temper.
"Consolation, thy name is satin and lace!" said Alice, thankfully, to herself, as she saw Eleanor so tired and happy about the wedding finery.
At first Alice had been quite sure that she would go to Paris, and nowhere else; but Eleanor noticed that in less than a week Carrol"s influence was paramount. "We have got a better idea, Eleanor--quite a novel one," she said, one morning. "We are going to make our bridal trip in Carrol"s yacht!"
"Whose idea is that?"
"Carrol"s and _mine too_, of course. Carrol says it is the jolliest life. You leave all your cares and bills on sh.o.r.e behind you. You issue your own sailing orders, and sail away into s.p.a.ce with an easy conscience"
"But I thought you were bent on a European trip?"
"The yacht will be ever so much nicer. Think of the nuisance of ticket-offices and waiting-rooms and second-cla.s.s hotels and troublesome letters waiting for you at your banker"s, and disagreeable paragraphs in the newspapers. I think Carrol"s idea is splendid."
So the marriage took place at the end of the season, and Alice and Carrol sailed happily away into the unknown. Eleanor was at a loss what to do with herself. She wanted to go to Europe; but Mr. Smith had gone there, and she felt sure that some unlucky accident would throw them together. It was not her nature to court embarra.s.sments; so Europe was out of the question.
While she was hesitating she called one day on Celeste Reid--a beautiful girl who had been a great belle, but was now a confirmed invalid. "I am going to try the air of Colorado, Mrs. Bethune," she said. "Papa has heard wonderful stories about it. Come with our party. We shall have a special car, and the trip will at least have the charm of novelty."
"And I love the mountains, Celeste. I will join you with pleasure. I was dreading the old routine in the old places; but this will be delightful."
Thus it happened that one evening in the following August Mrs. Bethune found herself slowly strolling down the princ.i.p.al street in Denver. It was a splendid sunset, and in its glory the Rocky Mountains rose like t.i.tanic palaces built of amethyst, gold and silver. Suddenly the look of intense pleasure on her face was changed for one of wonder and annoyance. It had become her duty in a moment to do a very disagreeable thing; but duty was a kind of religion to Eleanor Bethune; she never thought of shirking it.
So she immediately inquired her way to the telegraph office, and even quickened her steps into as fast a walk as she ever permitted herself.
The message she had to send was a peculiar and not a pleasant one. At first she thought it would hardly be possible for her to frame it in such words as she would care to dictate to strangers; but she firmly settled on the following form:
"_Messrs. Locke & Lord_:
"Tell brother Edward that Bloom is in Denver. No delay. The matter is of the greatest importance."
When she had dictated the message, the clerk said, "Two dollars, madam."
But greatly to Eleanor"s annoyance her purse was not in her pocket, and she could not remember whether she had put it there or not. The man stood looking at her in an expectant way; she felt that any delay about the message might be fatal to its worth; perplexity and uncertainty ruled her absolutely. She was about to explain her dilemma, and return to her hotel for money, when a gentleman, who had heard and watched the whole proceeding, said:
"Madam, I perceive that time is of great importance to you, and that you have lost your purse; allow me to pay for the message. You can return the money if you wish. My name is William Smith. I am staying at the "American.""
"Thank you, sir. The message is of the gravest importance to my brother.
I gratefully accept your offer."
Further knowledge proved Mr. William Smith to be a New York capitalist who was slightly known to three of the gentlemen in Eleanor"s party; so that the acquaintance began so informally was very speedily afterward inaugurated with all the forms and ceremonies good society demands. It was soon possible, too, for Eleanor to explain the circ.u.mstances which, even in her code of strict etiquette, made a stranger"s offer of money for the hour a thing to be gratefully accepted. She had seen in the door of the post-office a runaway cashier of her brother"s, and his speedy arrest involved a matter of at least forty thousand dollars.
This Mr. William Smith was a totally different man to Eleanor"s last lover--a bright, energetic, alert business man, decidedly handsome and gentlemanly. Though his name was greatly against him in Eleanor"s prejudices, she found herself quite unable to resist the cheery, pleasant influence he carried with him. And it was evident from the very first day of their acquaintance that Mr. William Smith had but one thought--the winning of Eleanor Bethune.
When she returned to New York in the autumn she ventured to cast up her accounts with life, and she was rather amazed at the result. For she was quite aware that she was in love with this William Smith in a way that she had never been with the other. The first had been a sentimental ideal; the second was a genuine case of sincere and pa.s.sionate affection. She felt that the desertion of this lover would be a grief far beyond the power of satin and lace to cure.
But her new lover had never a disloyal thought to his mistress, and his love transplanted to the pleasant places of New York life, seemed to find its native air. It enveloped Eleanor now like a glad and heavenly atmosphere; she was so happy that she dreaded any change; it seemed to her that no change could make her happier.
But if good is good, still better carries the day, and Mr. Smith thought marriage would be a great deal better than lovemaking. Eleanor and he were sitting in the fire-lit parlor, very still and very happy, when he whispered this opinion to her.
"It is only four months since we met, dear."
"Only four months, darling; but I had been dreaming about you four months before that. Let me hold your hands, sweet, while I tell you. On the 20th of last April I was on the point of leaving for Colorado to look after the Silver Cliff Mine. My carriage was ordered, and I was waiting at my hotel for it. A servant brought me a letter--the dearest, sweetest little letter--see, here it is!" and this William Smith absolutely laid before Eleanor her own pretty, loving reply to the first William Smith"s offer.
Eleanor looked queerly at it, and smiled.
"What did you think, dear?"
"That it was just the pleasantest thing that had ever happened to me. It was directed to Mr. W. Smith, and had been given into my hands. I was not going to seek up any other W. Smith."
"But you must have been sure that it was not intended for you, and you did not know "Eleanor Bethune.""
"Oh, I beg your pardon, sweetheart; it _was intended_ for me. I can imagine destiny standing sarcastically by your side, and watching you send the letter to one W. Smith when she intended it for another W.
Smith. Eleanor Bethune I meant to know just as soon as possible. I was coming back to New York to look for you."