The Brute Part 3

To the boy he told stories about the Indians that made the youngster open his eyes very wide indeed, and Uncle Billy, as West admonished him to call him, became at once a very important personage in his childish eyes.

It was when dinner had progressed to the stage of the salad that Donald mentioned the matter of West's sudden rise to fortune. "Billy had made a ten-strike in the West," he remarked to his wife. "Discovered a gold mine."

"Really!" Edith laughed. "Is there any gold in it? Almost all the gold mines I ever heard of were lacking in that important particular."

"This one wasn't." Donald looked at West and laughed. "Billy tells me it's made him worth half a million."

Mrs. Rogers gasped, then turned to her guest. "You are not in earnest?"

she inquired wonderingly. "Half a million?"

"About that," said West, trying to look as if he were speaking of the price of a new hat, or something equally unimportant.

"But you--you don't seem a bit excited about it, or anything." Mrs.

Rogers' own eyes were big with interest. "I should think you would be simply overcome. I know I should. Half a million!" She glanced unconsciously about the poorly furnished little room and sighed. Donald noticed it; her thoughts, for the moment, had been his own.

"I was excited enough when I found it," remarked West with a chuckle.

"It came like a snowstorm in August. Last thing in the world I had expected--at least just then."

"I suppose you just stood up and shouted," said his hostess.

"No, I didn't. I lit my pipe. I didn't want the rest of the bunch to know about it."

"Tell us the whole story." She was as interested as a child. Half a million dollars sounded like such a vast amount of money. All her life she had imagined what she would do if she were only rich. She had often thought it all out, in her day dreams--how she would give her mother so much for the trip to Europe that she was always talking about, and her sister so much more for the diamond necklace she wanted, and have an automobile and a place at the seash.o.r.e and many other things. She had an exalted opinion of wealth and its possibilities; if she had known any wealthy people she would probably have found them very much like everyone else, complaining about the price of beef, and the difficulty of keeping one's servants and paying one's bills. She believed that it was not what one has, but what one has not, that counts. The sound of West's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"There isn't much to tell. I was on my vacation at the time, and there were about a dozen of us, camping up on the Little Ash river. There hadn't been any gold found in that section, before that, but I was always looking out for it--you see I had studied the formation up that way the summer before, and I was certain the rock was there. The boys used to make a good deal of fun of me, poking about with my geologist's hammer, instead of fis.h.i.+ng or the like. It was the last day of our stay, I remember, and we had already begun to get our things together, in readiness to break camp in the morning. I had strolled up the river a few hundred yards, feeling a little disappointed at going back to Denver without even a piece of iron pyrites, when I noticed a sort of whitish streak in the rocky bank just a little above where it rose from the edge of the river. It was mostly covered with underbrush and thick bushes, and I wonder that I saw it at all. I climbed down and took a good look, and then I just sat down on a rock and got out my pipe and had a good smoke. I felt somehow as though a new life had begun for me, and I wanted time to think things out. After a while I broke off a few samples of the quartz--it was a beautiful outcropping, with a pay streak in it as thick as your two fingers--and I stowed them away in my pocket and strolled back to camp as though nothing had happened. One of the boys said, as I came up, 'Find your gold mine yet?' and laughed. 'Yes,' I said, 'and it's worth a million.' They all laughed, for they thought I was joking, but I felt my bits of quartz in my pocket and said nothing.

We got back to town the next afternoon and I had made my a.s.says before I turned in that night."

"And then you knew?" she asked eagerly.

"Yes. I staked out my claim very quietly. Of course I gave up my position the next day. After I had had the claim registered, I went to see a man in Denver that I had come to know pretty well--he was the representative of a wealthy crowd in Boston who dealt extensively in mining properties, and I told him what I had. I won't bother you with the details. We formed a company, and they gave me half of the stock and made me vice-president, and then we started in to work the claim. In six months we had got in our stamping mills and were taking out ore. The rock got better, as we went into the hill, and we began to pay dividends almost from the start. There isn't any of our stock for sale now. I don't have much of anything to do with the management. It's in good hands, and last month, when I saw that everything was working smoothly, I made up my mind to come East, and look up some of my old friends." He glanced at Donald as he said this, and then at Edith, and she felt somehow, that he wanted her to feel that it was she that he meant.

She began to see, that very evening, something of what it meant to have so much money that it was not necessary to think about how one spent it.

When West suggested, after dinner, that they all go to the theater, she said at once that it was too late--that they would never be able to get tickets at that hour. It was then close to eight o'clock, but West laughed, and said he would see to the tickets, so she put on her hat and they went.

When Donald and she went to the theater, which was not very often, they used to think about it for days ahead and were delighted if they were able to get good seats in the balcony at less than the prices charged downstairs.

Their evening was a delightful one. They whirled down-town to the theater in a taxicab, and went to supper afterwards at one of the best-known restaurants, where Edith wondered how the countless array of young and very beautiful women managed to get such gorgeous gowns and such magnificent jewelry. She and Donald did not often patronize such places.

They came home in a whirl of excitement, and Edith lay awake a long time after she had gone to bed, wondering if after all her mother had not been right in urging her to marry for money. She looked at Donald, who lay at her side, and thought long, long thoughts. She was not conscious of any disloyalty to him--she liked Donald very much--he seemed almost like a dear friend. Presently she began to try to a.n.a.lyze her love for him, her marriage, and her after life. She respected and admired his mind, his character, but was there not, after all, something else in life--something deeper and more vital in the marriage relations.h.i.+p, something that she had missed? Why was it that Donald's presence, his touch, his look even, gave her no such glow of happiness as she had suddenly found with this man who had been a stranger to her for so many years? It was wrong, she knew, but clearly there was something lacking.

Bobbie, waking fretfully, brought her to a sudden sense of the realities of life. She got up and placed an extra cover over him, and when she had once more succeeded in putting him to sleep her questions seemed for the time being answered.

[Ill.u.s.tration: EDITH LAY AWAKE A LONG TIME AFTER SHE HAD GONE TO BED, WONDERING IF, AFTER ALL, HER MOTHER HAD NOT BEEN RIGHT IN URGING HER TO MARRY FOR MONEY]

CHAPTER IV

West spent the next few days in getting comfortably located in New York, laying in a supply of new clothes, and purchasing an automobile. His life in Colorado had been unusually simple, since, with his time almost entirely given over to business affairs, he had had neither inclination nor opportunity for amus.e.m.e.nt. Now, however, he felt himself on a holiday. His bank account was bulging with unspent income, and he frankly admitted to himself that he had come to New York to spend it.

Edith, who seemed almost continually in his mind, provided the necessary outlet, and he pictured the two of them making many delightful excursions into the country about New York in the big touring car which he had selected.

During his visits to tailors, bootmakers, haberdashers, and the like, he found time to send her a huge box of violets on two different occasions, and, with a vague idea of salving his conscience, hunted up Donald one day and took him to luncheon.

It was nearly a week after his first visit to the Rogers' apartment that he suddenly made up his mind to call, and, as luck would have it, Donald was not at home on that particular evening, having gone to a meeting of one of the engineering societies of which he was a member. The absence of a telephone brought West before the Rogers' door without any previous knowledge of his friend's absence. Edith, who was sitting alone, reading a magazine, and, to tell the truth, thinking of West himself and wondering what had become of him, received her caller with unfeigned gladness and insisted upon his remaining until Donald's return, which, she a.s.sured him, would not be late. Between spending the evening alone at his hotel, and here with the woman he had half-begun to believe was dearer to him, in spite of the lapse of years, than anyone else in the world, there was no choice. West came in and sat down, delighted at the opportunity which fate had thus generously accorded him.

They talked along conventional lines for a time, West entertaining her with an account of his experiences during the past week, and dilating upon the merits of his new automobile, which he insisted she must try at once. Edith was delighted at the prospect--he told her that he was taking lessons in driving, and would soon be able to manage it with the best of them.

After a time, the topic having been exhausted, a silence came upon them, one of those portentous intervals that form a prelude to the expression of the unspoken thought, the unbidden wish.

Edith was more than ever conscious of some powerful attraction in this man; he seemed to represent vast possibilities--possibilities for future happiness--of what nature she did not dare even to ask herself. She felt, whenever she was with him, a strange confidence in the outcome of things; although what things she did not know. "I should be so glad to go," she had said, in reply to his suggestion regarding the proposed automobile trips. "I am alone so much!" There had been a touch of sadness in her voice that did not escape him. He looked at her keenly.

"Are you happy, Edith?" he asked with directness which startled her.

"Why--yes--of course I am. I hope you do not think that I was complaining. I only meant that I am a good deal alone during the day, and--and--" She hesitated. He knew quite well that she was not happy--or, at least, that she found her life far more empty than she had ever dreamed it would be when she married.

"--And you will take pity on a lonely bachelor," he completed her sentence for her. "As a matter of fact, I haven't anyone else to go about with, you know."

"And so you fall back on me. You're not very complimentary, Billy.

I'll have to find someone to help you spend your money." She laughed, watching him narrowly as she spoke. After her eight years of married life, the subtle flattery of this man's attentions seemed doubly sweet, and, woman-like, she wanted to hold on to them, and enjoy them, as long as she could.

"I don't think I'd care about any young girl," he remarked gravely. "You know I always liked you better than anyone else, Edith, and I'm glad to say I still do."

"In spite of my gray hairs," she laughed. She had none, as a matter of fact, being especially youthful in appearance for a woman of nearly thirty, but she longed for the compliment she felt sure her remark would elicit.

"In spite of everything," he declared, "I have never forgiven Donald for cutting in and marrying you while I was away trying to make a fortune to lay at your feet." He spoke banteringly, with a laugh, but something in his voice told her that he was far more in earnest than his manner indicated. "Now that I have made it, I am determined that you shall have some pleasure out of it."

"That's very sweet of you, Billy," she said, with a touch of gravity in her manner. "I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it."

"Nonsense. Think what old friends we are. If you will take pity on my loneliness, and all that, I shall feel that I am the one who should be grateful." He rose from his chair and came over to where she sat, near the desk. "Do you know, Edith," he said suddenly, "that in all the time I have been away I don't suppose a single day went by that I did not think of you?"

"Don't tell me that, Billy. If you thought of me once in six months you did well." Her nervous laugh, as she attempted to meet his gaze, sounded unconvincing. She almost began to believe that he had thought of her every day.

"Do you remember that picture you once gave me--the one in the big Leghorn hat?"

"Why, yes," she answered slowly.

"I've had it on my dresser always, wherever I've been--it was the last thing I looked at when I went to bed at night. So, you see, I did think of you every day--honestly."

She felt her color coming--something in his manner, as he stood there gazing down at her, alarmed her. She felt that he still loved her, and that it would be only a question of time until he should tell her so.

She was by no means prepared for any such rupture in their friendly relations, for rupture she knew it would certainly be, should he speak.

She rose hastily and went toward the piano.

"Shall I play for you?" she asked. In the past it had been his invariable habit to ask her to do so.

"Will you?" His voice showed his appreciation of the fact that she had remembered.

"What would you like?"