Part 2 (1/2)
”_I thought I saw something_. Ninety-five? That's a quotation worth listening to. Three at ninety-five. _That girl's a trump. I will see more of my lady._” Here he took care to shut the door. ”I've been the rounds, Fellows. Private-detective work and all that. She is the only puzzler among the group. You'll hear from me again; meanwhile treat the girl well. Don't spring any traps; leave that to me.”
And Fellows, panting with excitement, promised, muttering under his breath:
”A woman! That's even worse than I thought. But we'll make the old fellow pay for it. Those securities are ours. I already feel them in my hand.”
The sinister twitch which marred the other's mouth emphasized the a.s.sertion in a way Grace Lee's friends would have trembled to see.
CHAPTER VI
”_If I could tell you his story_”
That evening a young woman and a young man sat on one of the benches in Central Park. They were holding hands, but modestly and with a clinging affection. No one appeared in sight; they had the moon-light, the fragrance of the spring foliage, and their true love all to themselves.
The woman was Grace, the young man was Philip Andrews, a candid-eyed, whole-hearted fellow whom any girl might be proud to be seen with, much more to be engaged to. Grace was proud, but she was more than that; her heart was all involved in her hope--a good heart which he was equally proud to have won. Yet while love was theirs and the surroundings breathed peace and joy, they did not look quite happy. A cloud was on his brow and something like a tear in her eye as she spoke gently but with rare firmness.
”Philip, we must wait. One love does not put out another. I cannot leave my old father now. He is too feeble and much too dependent on me.
Philip, you do not know my father. You have seen him, it is true, many, many times. You have talked with him and even have nursed him at odd moments, when I had to be out of the room getting supper or supplying some of his many wants. Yet you do not know him.”
”I know that he is intelligent.”
”Yes, yes, that is evident. Any one can see that. And you can see, too, that he is frequently fretful and exacting, as all old people are. But the qualities he shows me--his strong, melancholy, but devoted nature, quickened by an unusually unhappy life--that you do not see and cannot, much as you like him and much as he likes you. Only the child who has surprised him at odd moments, when he thought himself quite alone, wringing his hands and weeping over some intolerable memory--who has listened in the dead of night to his smothered but heart-breaking groans, can know either his suffering or the one joy which palliates it.
If I could tell you his story--but that would be treason to one whose rights I am bound to reverence. You will respect my silence, but you must also take my word that he needs and has a right to all the pleasure and all the hope my love can give him. I cannot be with him much; my work forbids, but the little time I have is his, except on rare occasions like this, and he knows it and is satisfied. Were I married----. But you will wait, Philip. It may not be long--he grows weaker every day. Besides, you are not ready yet yourself. You are doing wonderfully well, but a year's freedom will help you materially, as it will me. Every day is adding to our store; in a year we may be almost independent.”
”Grace, you have misunderstood me. I said that I was no good without you, that I needed your presence to make a man of me, but I did not mean that you were to share my fortunes now. I would not ask that. I would be a fool or worse, for, Grace, I'm not doing so well as you think. While I knew that my present employment was for a specified time, I had hopes of continuing on. But this cannot be. That's what I have to tell you to-night. It looks as if our marriage would have to be postponed indefinitely instead of hastened. And I can't bear it. You don't know what you are to me, or what this disappointment is. I expected to be raised, not dismissed, and if I had had----”
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”_Grace, you have misunderstood me_”]
”What?”
The word came very softly, and with rare tenderness. It made him turn and look at her sweet, upturned face, with its resources of strength and shy, unfathomable smile. ”What?” she asked again, with a closer pressure of her hand. ”You must finish all your sentences with _me_.”
”I'm ashamed.” He uttered it breathlessly. ”What am I, to say, 'If I had three thousand dollars the Stickney Company would keep me?' I have barely three hundred and those are dedicated to you.”
CHAPTER VII
”_I'm sure that I can get them for you_”
”If you had _three thousand_!” She repeated it in surprise and yet with an indescribable air, which to one versed in human nature would have caught the attention and aroused strange inner inquiries. ”Does the Stickney Company want money so badly as that?”
”That's not it. They have plainly told me that for three thousand dollars and my services they would give me ten thousand dollars' stock interest, but insist that the man who a.s.sumes the responsibility of the position must be financially interested as well. But I haven't the money, and without the money my experience appears to them valueless. I despair of getting another situation in these hard times and--Grace, you don't look sorry.”
”Because--” she paused, and her fine eyes roamed about her jealous of a listener to her secret, but did not pierce the bush which rose up, cloudy with blossoms, a few feet behind their bench--”because it is not impossible for you to hope for those thousands. I think--I am sure that I can get them for you.”
Her voice had sunk to a whisper, but it was a very clear whisper.