Part 12 (2/2)

Essie Scofield's arm was about Eunice's waist. ”I am to be parted from my little daughter,” she exclaimed; ”and my tears are to be stopped with gold--an affectionate breast, a heart-wrung appeal, stilled by a bribe.

That is the price paid by a trusting, an unsuspicious, female. Long ago, when a mere girl, dazzled by--”

”We won't go into that,” Jannan interrupted, ”but confine ourselves to the immediate development. By signing the paper in question, and accepting a sum of money, you surrender all claim to this child, known as Eunice Scofield.”

”How will that affect my--my position in other ways?” she demanded, in a suddenly shrewd, suspicious tone. ”Not at all,” the lawyer a.s.sured her.

She sobbed once, emotionally; and Eunice regarded her with a wide, unsparing curiosity. ”A stranger to me,” she gasped, with a paper white face and fluttering eyelids. Jasper Penny e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed sharply, ”How much, Essie?” In a moment, he judged, familiar with a potential hysteria, she might faint, scream; there were clerks, people, in the next rooms. On the brink of collapse she hesitated, twisting her purple kid gloves.

”Ten thousand dollars,” she said.

Stephen Jannan glanced swiftly at his cousin, and the latter nodded.

”That is satisfactory,” Jannan announced. ”A mere formality--witnesses.”

Essie Scofield traced her signature in round, unformed characters; Jasper Penny followed with a hasty, small script; and Eunice, seated at the impressive table, printed her name slowly, blotting it with a trailing sleeve. The lawyer swung back the door of a heavy safe, and took out a package of white bills of exchange on the Bank of Pennsylvania. Essie counted the notes independently, thrust the money into a steel-beaded reticule with silk cords, and rose, gathering together her cashmere shawl. She ignored Eunice totally in the veiled gaze she directed at Jasper Penny. ”It is better,” she told him, ”if you write first when you expect to visit me. Really, the last time, with some friends there, you were impossible.” He bowed stiffly. ”Don't let a sense of duty bring you,” she concluded boldly. ”I get on surprisingly well as it is, as it is,” she reiterated, and, he thought, her voice bore almost a threat.

When she had gone the two men sat gazing in a common perplexity at the child. Stephen Jannan's lips were compressed, Jasper Penny's face was slightly drawn as if by pain. Eunice was investigating a thick stick of vermilion sealing wax and a steel die. ”Well?” Jannan queried, nodding toward the table. ”I thought something of Burlington,” Penny replied, ”but decided to place her in New York. Want to give her all the chance possible. I intend, at what seems the proper time, to secure her my own name.” He stopped the objection clouding his cousin's countenance. ”We won't argue that, please. Now about the will; the provision must be explicit and generous. There, at least, I am able to meet a just requirement.” Jasper Penny's will was produced, a codicil projected, appended, and witnesses recalled.

”I wanted to inquire about Miss Brundon,” Jasper said finally, the business despatched. ”She seems to me very fragile for the conducting of an Academy. Is there no family, men, to support her? And her inst.i.tution--does it continue to progress well?”

”Very.” Jannan replied to the last question first. ”Her children come from the best families in the city; and, under my advice, her charges are high. She has a brother, I believe, a cotton merchant of New Orleans, and quite prosperous. But he has a large family, and Susan will not permit him to deprive it of a dollar for her benefit. As you say, she is not strong; but in spite of that she needs no man's patronage.

The finest qualities, Jasper, the most elevated spirit. A little too conscientious, perhaps; and, although she is thirty-nine, curiously ignorant of the world; but rare ... rare. It almost seems as if there were a conspiracy to keep ugly truths away from her.”

Truths, Jasper Penny thought bitterly, such as had just been revealed in Stephen's office. There was, it seemed, nothing he could do for Susan Brundon. He envied the lawyer his position of familiar adviser, the ease with which the other spoke her name: Susan. He rose, fumbling with a jade seal. ”Come, Eunice,” he said, the lines deepening about his mouth and eyes. Stephen Jannan a.s.sisted him into the heavy, furred coat.

”Well, Jasper,” he remarked sympathetically, ”if we could but look ahead, if we were older in our youth, yes, and younger in our increasing age, the world would be a different place.” He held out to Eunice a newly minted Brazilian goldpiece. ”Good-bye,” he addressed her; ”command me if I can be of any use.” She clutched the gold tightly, and Jasper Penny led her out into the winter street. ”We must have dinner,” he said gravely. ”With some yellow rock candy,” she added, ”and syllabubs.”

XVI

He returned to Myrtle Forge from New York with a mingled sense of pleasure and the feeling that his place was unsupportably empty. The loneliness of which he had been increasingly conscious seemed to have its focus in his house. The following morning he walked restlessly down the short, steep descent to the Forge, lying on its swift water diverted from Canary Creek. Unlike a great many iron families of increasing prosperity, the Pennys had not erected the unsightly buildings of their manufacturing about the scene of their initial activity and mansion.

Jasper's father, Daniel Barnes Penny, under whose hand their success had largely multiplied, had grouped their first rolling mill and small nail works by the ca.n.a.l at Jaffa, preserving the pastoral aspect of Myrtle Forge, with its farmland and small, ancient, stone buildings.

Jasper had only made some unimportant changes at the Forge itself--the pigs were subjected to the working of two hearths now, the chafery, where the greater part of the sulphur was burned out, and the finery.

The old system of bellows had been replaced by a wood cylinder, compressing air by piston into a chamber from which the blast was regulated. A blacksmith's shed had been added in the course of time, and a brick c.o.ke oven. He stopped at the Forge shed, filled with ruddy light and shadow, the ringing of hammers, and silently watched the malleable metal on the anvil. Flakes of glowing iron fell, changing from ruby to blue and black.

The Penny iron! The Forge had been operated continuously since seventeen twenty-seven, hammering out the foundation of his, Jasper's, position.

He had taken a not inconsiderable place in the succession of the men of his family; in him the Pennys had reached their greatest importance, wealth. But after him ... what? He was, now, the last Penny man. The foothold Gilbert had cut out of the wild, which Howat and Casimir--an outlandish name obviously traceable to his mother, the foreign widow--had, in turn, increased for Daniel and Jasper, would be dissipated. His great, great aunt, Caroline, marrying a solid Quaker, had contributed, too, to the family stamina; while her granddaughter, wedding a Jannan, had increased the social prestige and connections of the family. The Jannans, bankers and lawyers, had already converted the greater part of their iron inheritance into more speculative finance; and the burden of the industry rested on Jasper Penny's shoulders.

At his death the name, the long and faithful labour, the tangible monument of their endurance and rect.i.tude, except for the tenuous, momentary fact of Eunice, would be overthrown, forgot. He was conscious of a strong inner protest against such oblivion. He had, of course, often before lamented the fact that he had no son; but suddenly his loss became a hundred times more poignant, regrettable. Jasper Penny caught again the remembered, oppressive odour of foxglove, the aromatic reek of brandy and oranges; one, in its implications, as sterile as the other.

He was possessed by an overwhelming sense of essential failure, a recurrence of the dark mood that had enveloped him in leaving the Jannans' ball.

Yet, he thought again, he was still in the midstride of his life, his powers. His health was unimpaired; his presence bore none of the slackening aspect of increasing years. These feelings occupied him, speeding in a single cutter sleigh over the crisp snow of the road leading from his home to Shadrach Furnace, where Graham Jannan and his young wife had been newly installed in the foremens' dwelling. There was a slight uneasiness about Graham's lungs, in consequence of which he had been taken out of the banking house of an uncle, Jannan and Provost, and set at the more robust task of picking up the management of an iron furnace.

It was early afternoon; the sky was as dryly powdered with unbroken blue as was the earth with white. The silver bells and scarlet pompons of the harness crackled in the still, intense cold; and a blanched vapour hung about the horse's head. Jasper Penny, enveloped in voluminous buffalo robes and fur, gazed with an increased interest at the familiar, flowing scene; nearby the forest had been cut, and suave, rolling fields stretched to a far mauve haze of trees; the ultramarine smoke of farmhouse chimneys everywhere climbed into the pale wash of sunlight; orderly fence succeeded fence. How rapidly, and prosperous, the country was growing! Even he could remember wide reaches of wild that were now cultivated. The game, quail and wild turkey and deer, was fast disappearing. The country was growing amazingly, too, extending through the Louisiana Purchase, State by State, to Mexico and the Texan border.

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