The Trail of Conflict Part 2
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"You have the right idea, Jerry. Here they are now," as the bell rang.
"You meet them. I'll take off my wrap--I'll----" In sudden panic the girl entered her room and closed the door behind her. She leaned against it. Her heart beat like mad. In the process of making the dream of her father's life come true was she wrecking her own life? But he had been such a wonderful father--and--to be honest with herself, the romance and tradition and social standing of the Courtlandt name made an alluring appeal to her. She had envied friends at school and college for their careless references to their grandfathers; her earliest recollection was of a room full of hot, grimy miners in a little home near the coal-fields. To marry into the Courtlandt family in America would be commensurate with marrying into a dukedom in England. She breathed a fervent prayer of thanksgiving that her father's ambition hadn't urged him in that direction, also that character had counted with him before social position when he selected his prospective son-in-law.
Her s.h.i.+mmering wrap dropped to the floor as she crossed to her dressing-table and gravely appraised her reflection in the mirror. Was the girl staring so intently back at her fitted to preside over the Courtlandt Manor? She tested every detail of her appearance. Her orchid evening gown set off her arms and the curves of her white shoulders to perfection. Her hair was of glistening brown, brown shot through with red and gold where its soft waves caught the light. Her eyes were brown, large and dark and velvety, like deep pools reflecting a myriad tiny gold stars now when she was deeply moved and excited. Her mouth seemed fas.h.i.+oned for laughter. The lips were vivid and exquisitely curved, and when they smiled a deep dimple dented one cheek. Her ringless hands were slender and beautifully formed.
"Dad says that you have Mother to thank for your hands," she told the looking-gla.s.s girl. She lingered before the mirror, aimlessly moving the gold and enameled appointments on the dressing-table. She dreaded to enter the next room. Her life might be changed for all time, doubtless would be, for she would marry Stephen Courtlandt if he wanted to save his estate enough to take her on her own conditions. She flushed then whitened. Perhaps he wouldn't want her after all. Well, that would soon be settled. Better to have the awkward meeting over as soon as possible.
She picked up a large feather fan that was a shade deeper than her gown.
As she touched it she felt armed for any contingency, and not without reason, for a fan in the hands of a beautiful woman is as effective as a machine-gun directed by an expert rifleman. Jerry swept her vis-a-vis a profound courtesy.
"I'll say you'll do, Mrs. Stephen Courtlandt," she encouraged with gay inelegance. The laugh still lingered on her lips and lurked in her eyes as she entered the living-room.
The three men who had been looking into the fire turned. The girl's heart went out to the elder Courtlandt in a rush of sympathy. His head was so high, his face so white, his eyes so full of hurt pride. The younger man's face was quite as white, his head quite as high, but there was an aggressive set to lips and jaw, a mixture of amazement and antagonism in his eyes, then something else flamed there which she couldn't diagnose as easily.
"He looks stunned. What did he expect, the pig-faced lady?" the girl thought contemptuously even as she advanced with extended hand and smiled up at the elder Courtlandt.
"Mr. Courtlandt, you seem like an old friend, my father has spoken of you so often," she welcomed in her charming, well-bred voice which had a curiously stimulating lilt in it.
The color rushed back to Peter Courtlandt's face, the expression in his eyes changed to one of relief and honest admiration as he bent over her hand.
"I realize now how much I have lost in not accepting your father's invitation to call before. Will you permit me to present my son, Stephen?"
Jerry crushed down an hysterical desire to laugh. It was so ridiculous, the casual, pleased-to-meet-you att.i.tude of the three persons whom her father was moving at his will about the checker-board of life. She murmured something in which the words "a pleasure" were alone audible.
Steve acknowledged them stiffly. Her eyes met his with their faint scornful smile which she felt masked so much. They held hers for a second before she turned to her father.
"Shall we go out to supper?" With engaging camaraderie she slipped her hand under Peter Courtlandt's arm. The expression of his eyes when they had first met hers had won her tender heart. "We'll let the younger set follow us," she laughed. He shook his head.
"I defy Steve to feel as young as I feel now," he a.s.serted with a gallant promptness which delighted her.
At supper she devoted herself to him. He laughed and jested with her and but for his white hair looked almost as young as his son. Steve, angered by her persistent avoidance of himself, broke into their conversation with a ba.n.a.lity which caused his father to look at him in amazed incredulity.
"Are you enjoying New York, Miss Glamorgan?"
Jerry regarded him for a moment from under long lashes before, with a smile which she was sure made him want to shake her, she answered:
"Immensely; but this is not my first winter in the city. Dad and I have made our headquarters here since I grew up." She turned to his father, but Steve refused to be ignored.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it? I love it! It's so big, so beautiful and--and--and so faulty,"
her pose of indifference had fallen from her like a discarded veil; she was all eager enthusiasm. "I--I like to be where there are many people.
I would starve for companions.h.i.+p, not food, in the wilderness." Steve raised his brows and smiled unsmilingly.
"Then you believe in love?"
The color burned over her face to her scornful eyes. "He is willing to marry for money yet he dares sneer at me about love," she thought angrily, even as she looked up and deliberately studied him. She laughed a gay little, mocking laugh.
"Believe in love? Of course I believe in love; don't you? But what an absurd question to ask. As though you would champion the tender pa.s.sion." She saw his eyes darken and his jaw set before she turned to his father. She was contrite, a little frightened. What had possessed her to antagonize him like that? A poor way to begin a partners.h.i.+p which she had hoped would develop into a real friends.h.i.+p.
"Jerry, take Steve into the living-room and give us some music. Mr.
Courtlandt and I will smoke here," commanded Glamorgan, as his servant, who fairly exuded efficiency, pa.s.sed cigars and cigarettes.
"Perhaps--perhaps he would prefer to stay here and smoke," the girl suggested hurriedly, for the first time losing her poise. She caught a glint of challenge in Stephen's eyes and rose. Her color was high, her breath a bit uneven as she smiled at him with bewildering charm. "After all, why should I make suggestions? You are quite old enough to decide what you want to do yourself, aren't you?"
"Yes. Quite old enough and quite ready to decide for myself," he answered as he stood aside for her to precede him into the living-room.
"Do you play or sing?" he asked as he followed her to the piano. The instrument looked as though it were loved and used. It was her turn to be a trifle scornful.
"I play and sing. Does it seem incredible that I should?" She seated herself and dropped her hands in her lap. "Shall I play for you?"
"Please." He leaned his arms on the piano and looked down at her, but she realized that his thoughts were not following his eyes. "I am not in the least musical, but we had a chap in our company overseas who could make the most sh.e.l.l-shocked instrument give out what seemed to us in the midst of that thundering inferno, heavenly music. Sometimes now a wave of longing for the sound of a piano sweeps over me, played by someone who loves music as that boy loved it. Do you know--Schumann's 'Papillions'? That was one of his favorites."
For answer she played the first bar of the exquisite thing. Once she glanced up. The eyes of the man leaning on the piano, not blue now, but dark with memories, were an ocean removed from her. It was a minute after the last note was struck before they came back to her face. He drew a long breath.
"Thank you," he said simply, but his tone was better than a paean of praise. Then the softness left his eyes. There was aggressiveness and a hint of irony in his voice as he said stiffly:
"My--my father has given me to understand that you will do me the honor to marry me."
A pa.s.sion of anger shook the girl. She valiantly forced back the tears which threatened, rose and faced him defiantly. Her slender fingers smoothed out the long plumes of her fan. There should be no subterfuge now, she determined, no cause for recrimination later.
"Your father, doubtless, has told you also that my father is willing to buy your name and social position for me with a portion of his fortune.
A sort of fifty-fifty arrangement, isn't it?" she added flippantly, with the faintest flicker of her bronze-tipped lashes. Courtlandt shrugged.
"If you wish to put it so crudely."
She took a step back and clenched her hands behind her. Her beautiful eyes were brilliant with scorn, her heart pounded. It seemed as though it must visibly shake her slender body as she answered:
"Why not? If we speak the truth now it may save complications later. You know that my father wants me to marry you and--and why. I frankly confess that I sympathize with his ambitions. I want the best of life in my a.s.sociations. Your father is in difficulties of one sort--my father is in difficulties of another sort--if a lack of family background can be called a difficulty--and it appears that with our help they can accommodate one another. I'd do anything for Dad--he has done so much for me." She set her teeth sharply in her under lip to steady it.
"Then--then you are not afraid to marry without love?" His eyes were inscrutable.
"Without love? For the man I marry? No, not as long as I have no love for any other. I might love a man when I married him, and then--love comes unbidden, oftentimes unwanted and pouf!--it goes the way it came, and no one can stop it. You know that yourself."
"Not if it is real love, the love of a man for the one woman," he defended.
"Is there such a thing? I wonder?" skeptically.
If he felt a temptation to retaliate he resisted it.
"Then I may conclude that you accept me?" he prompted with frigid courtesy.
"Yes, that is----" a nervous sob caught at her voice. "If--if you will agree to my conditions. Dad has promised me an income of a hundred thousand a year. I will keep half of it in my possession, the other half you are to have to use as you please."
Courtlandt's eyes were black with anger, his knuckles white. He was rough, direct, relentless as he answered:
"You are indeed determined to make this a business affair. But understand now that I won't touch one cent of your cursed money.
Whatever arrangement your father wants to make with you and my father is his affair and yours, but you are to leave me out of it absolutely.
That's my condition. Do you get it?"
"Yes, I get it." She colored richly, angrily, then paled. Even her lips went white. "There is one thing more. I--we--this marriage is really a bargain--money for social position. Let it be only that. Need there be anything else? You must understand me--you must," in pa.s.sionate appeal.
She laid her hand on his arm. He looked down at her with disconcerting steadiness. His face was stern.
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