Treasure and Trouble Therewith Part 26
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"Can't I have a part I hate? Can't I get weary of this old joint with its smoke and its beer? G.o.d!" She began to pull the pins out of her hair and fling them on the dresser. "I'm human--I've got my ups and downs--and you keep forgetting it."
"That's just what I'm not forgetting."
"Stop talking about me--I'm sick of it," she cried, and s.n.a.t.c.hing up the comb began tearing it through her hair.
"It's nerves," said Crowder. "Everything shows it. The way you're combing your hair does."
"If you don't let me alone I'll put you out--all of you nagging and picking at me; a saint couldn't stand it!" Crowder rose, but she whirled round on him, the comb held out in an arresting hand. "No, don't go yet.
I'll give you another chance. I want to ask you something. I saw a woman the other day and I want to know who she is--at least I don't really want to know, but she'll do as well as anything else to change the subject.
Tall with yellow sort of dolly hair and a dolly face. Dark purple dress with black velvet edges, lynx furs and a curly brimmed hat with a green paradise plume falling over one side."
Crowder's face wrinkled with a grin.
"Well, that's funny! You might have asked me forty others and I'd not have known. But thanks to your vivid description I _can_ tell you--I saw her yesterday afternoon in those very togs. It's the youngest Alston girl."
"Who's she?"
"One of the two daughters of George Alston. They're orphans, live in a big house on Pine Street. The one you saw was Chrystie. What do you want to know about her?"
Pancha, gathering her hair in one hand, began to whisk it round into a knot. Her head was down bent.
"I don't know--just curiosity. She's sort of stunning looking. Did you ever meet her?"
Crowder smiled.
"I know them well--have for over a year. Awfully nice girls--the best kind."
Pancha lifted her head, her face sharp with interest.
"What's she like?"
He considered, the smile softened to an amused indulgence.
"Oh, just a great big baby, good-natured and jolly. Everybody likes her--you couldn't help it if you tried. She's so simple and sweet, accepts the whole world as if it was her friend. Her money hasn't spoiled her a bit."
"Money--she has money?"
"To burn, my dear. She's rich."
Pancha took up a hand gla.s.s and turning her back to him studied her profile in the mirror. It did not occur to Crowder that he never before had seen her do such a thing.
"Rich, is she?" she murmured. "How rich?"
"Something like four hundred thousand dollars; her father was one of the Virginia City crowd. Chrystie's just come into her part of the roll.
Eighteen years old and an heiress--that's a good beginning."
"Um--must be a queer feeling. I guess the men are around the honey thick as flies."
Crowder screwed up his eyes considering.
"No, they're not--not yet anyhow. Until this winter the girls lived so retired--didn't know many people, kept to themselves. Now they've broken out and I suppose it's only a matter of time before the flies gather, and if you asked me I'd say they'd gather thickest round Chrystie. She hasn't as much character or brains as Lorry, but she's prettier and jollier, and after all that's what most men like."
"It certainly is, especially with four hundred thousand thrown in for good measure."
The hand holding the gla.s.s dropped to her lap. She sat still for a moment, then without turning told him to go; she was tired and wanted to get home. It did not even strike him as odd that she never looked at him, just flapped a hand over her shoulder and dismissed him with a short "Good-night."
When he had gone she sat as he had left her, the mirror still in her lap.
The gas jet flamed in its wire cage, and so silent was the room that a mouse crept out from behind the baseboard, spied about, then made a scurrying dart across the floor. Her eye caught it, slid after it, and she moved, putting the gla.s.s carefully on the dresser. The palms of her hands were wet with perspiration and she rubbed them on the skirt of her kimono and rose stiffly, resting for a moment against the back of her chair. She had a sick feeling, a sensation as if her heart were dissolving, as if the room looked unfamiliar and much larger than usual.
When she put on her clothes she did it slowly, her fingers fumbling stupidly at b.u.t.tons and hooks, her mouth a little open as if breathing was difficult.
CHAPTER XX
MARK PAYS A CALL
Mark Burrage saw the winter pa.s.s and only went once to the Alstons and then they were not at home. He had refused three invitations to the house and after the ignominous event at the Albion received no more. When he allowed himself to think of that humiliating evening he did not wonder.
But, outside of his work, he allowed himself very little thinking. All winter he had concentrated on his job with ferocious energy. The older men in the office had a noticing eye on him. "That fellow Burrage has got the right stuff in him, he'll make good," they said among themselves. The younger ones, sons of rich fathers who had squeezed them into places in the big firm, regarded his efforts with indulgent surprise. They liked him, called him "Old Mark," and were a little patronizing in their friendliness: "He was just the sort who'd be a grind. Those ranch chaps who had to get up at four in the morning and feed the 'horgs' were the devil to work when they came down to the city. Even law was a cinch after the 'horgs.'"
Sometimes at night--his endeavor relaxed for a pondering moment--he studied the future. The outlook might have daunted a less resolute spirit. A great gap yawned between the present and the time when he could go to Lorry Alston and say, "Let me take care of you; I can do it now."
But he figured it out, bridged the gap, knew what one man had done another man could do. He reckoned on leaving the office next year and setting up for himself, and grim-visaged, mouth set to a straight line, he calculated on the chances of the fight. Its difficulties braced him to new zeal and in the strain and stress of the struggle his youthful awkwardness wore away, giving place to a youthful sternness.
No one guessed his hopes and high aspiration, not even his friend Crowder. When Crowder rallied him about this treatment of the Alstons he had been short and offhand--didn't care for society, hadn't time to waste going round being polite. He left upon Crowder the impression that the Alston girls did not interest him any more than any other girls. "Old Mark isn't a lady's man," was the way Crowder excused him to Chrystie. Of course Chrystie laughed and said she had no illusions about that, but whatever kind of a man he was he ought to take some notice of them, no matter how dull and deadly they were. Crowder, realizing his own responsibility--it was he who had taken Mark to the Alston house--was kind but firm.
"It's up to you to go and see those girls. It's not the decent thing to drop out without a reason. They've gone out of their way to be civil to you, and you know, old chap, they're _ladies_"
Mark grunted, and frowning as at a disagreeable duty said he'd go.
It took him some weeks to get there. Twice he started, circled the house, and tramped off over the hills. The third time he got as far as the front gate, weakened and turned away. After long abstinence the thought of meeting Lorry's eyes, touching her hand, created a condition of turmoil that made him a coward; that, while he longed to enter, drew him back like a sinner from the scene of his temptation. Then an evening came when, his jaw set, his heart thumping like a steam piston, he put on his best blue serge suit, his new gray overcoat, even a pair of mocha gloves, and went forth with a face as hard as a stone.
Fong opened the door, saw who it was and broke into a joyful grin.
"Mist Bullage! Come in, Mist Bullage. No see you for heap long time, Mist Bullage."
"I've been busy," said the visitor. "Hadn't much time to come around."
Fong helped him off with the gray overcoat.
"You work awful hard, Mist Bullage. Too hard, not good. You come here and have good time. Lots of fun here now. You come."
He moved to hang the coat on the hatrack, and, as he adjusted it, turned and shot a sharp look over his shoulder at the young man.
"All men who come now not like you, Mist Bullage."
There was something of mystery, an odd suggestion of withheld meaning, in the old servant's manner that made Mark smile.
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