Winner Take All Part 6
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"Your train?"
"Yes."
"Give me your bag."
She obeyed him. They had told her that the train did not wait very long. His hand found her arm, a different touch than Devereau's.
"Now run," he ordered.
They found most of the vestibules already closed; then one far down still open. So they made it, though he had to toss the bag and fairly lift her on. And it was done so swiftly that it was a full half minute before she caught her breath.
"Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed then.
The porter was fussing with her bag, and her fervor overwhelmed him.
But her next words were a shock.
"I--I want to get off," she blurted.
The porter shook his head; he had expected better from her, but all women were riddles.
"We's rolling now, ma'am," he answered. "No stop for two hundred miles."
That night Cecille Manners--Tweed-Suit will no longer serve--lay in her berth and watched the stars reel by. She had misjudged the west and come away too soon; she knew that now. She put her hand upon her arm.
No, that wasn't the way it had felt; it had been strong, infallible.
And though he had turned quickly away, after putting her aboard; though she had no way of guessing that he had gone back to find Devereau, she was filled just the same with what remained, for a long time at least, a happy certainty. She'd see him again sometime. She had to!
But Devereau had known better than to linger near the baggage truck.
So after he had looked beneath it and upon it and all around it and found n.o.body, Blue Jeans turned and watched the red tail-light of the train disappear.
Who shall say where fancy first was bred? Not you--or I--nor even Blue Jeans. For he had not even seen her yet, not with seeing eyes. Here was yet no chapter of his Dream.
"A decent girl!" was what he muttered. "A decent girl--I'd swear it!"
And he looked again, eagerly, beneath the truck.
An hour later when Blue Jeans heard a man asking for Perry Blair in the Cactus House, he stepped up. He didn't care for his looks, which was no novelty so far in this venture.
"I'm Perry Blair," he said.
"I'm Devereau."
And later, over a contract:
"This mentions mighty little money," said Perry, "and that little bashful and meek."
Perry's manner did not even approximate the respect which Devereau felt was his due.
"You'll be well taken care of," he stated curtly.
But Perry's answer, like one he had made the huge man, made Devereau pause and think.
"No doubt at all," said he. "I'll be seeing to that myself."
And they didn't know, not till a long time afterward, that they had met only a little while before. It had been dark at the platform's end.
Perry had caught nothing save a canine grin.
CHAPTER IV
ALL ELSE IS HERESY
There are certain people, good people to whom orthodox precepts and preachments are more than the constant evidence of their own eyes, who will find displeasure in this story. For they are accustomed to a formula in all such tales and are not likely to abide a departure from it.
By it they have come to know immediately, whenever a woman with instincts of doubtful propriety is introduced early in the action, just what to expect. Her doom has struck. The frightful end which will be hers is only a deferred matter still in the hands of her historian: The dark river, a rus.h.i.+ng car over an embankment to swift oblivion, a living agony of remorse,--the rewards it will be noted bear a distinct resemblance each to the other. For the wages of sin have long been cla.s.sified, tabulated and fixed, a minimum of mercy, a maximum of disaster. All else is heresy.
They have been told this so many times that they not only believe it, just as Cecille Manners once believed, utterly, fervidly, but they derive therefrom an ardent satisfaction. This might seem strange, but it is stranger far that they never look about them, just for a moment, at life itself--just for a moment, just long enough to wonder. But they do not. They believe in and expect the worst, demand it indeed.
And so this story will not please them--no. Not at all in so far as it chronicles the life of Felicity Brown.
But the other half, the half which has been wondering for quite a while, just as Cecille came to wonder, may read it and approve.
[Ill.u.s.tration: He tore at them, mad with rage.]
Once it was considered adequate to combat wickedness with fear, but methods change. It has come to seem wiser, if less orthodox, to urge that heaven is fair instead of insisting first that h.e.l.l is so foul.
And so perhaps it would be well for a change to bear less heavily upon the wages of sin, and extol, just a little, the wages of virture. For too constant insistence upon an evil thing is sure to breed doubt in the mind of one who is in the habit of thinking at all. It did in Cecille's. If it be so true, so inevitable, so frightful, surely it should be self-evident now and then, instead of a mere matter of report. And beautiful generalization, never anything but vague, becomes noticeable after a time, questionable. The things of glory in this world are not so tediously many that they will not bear once or twice the telling. Why not refuse, for once, to blink the facts, even though they may not be suitably sordid? Why not go into detail, once in a while, if the prospect is as fair as they would have one fancy?
This story does, I hope. It would be honester that way.
It is not easy to account for the intimacy which existed between those two girls. It is doubtful if either of them could have done much to account for it. Pressed for an explanation, Felicity Brown, it is true, might have essayed an answer of sorts. "Oh, Cele's kind of a nut," she might have declared, "but she's a good scout," or something equally unsatisfactory. But Cecille, unless urged, quite likely wouldn't have made any answer at all. Then, "I don't know," she would have murmured. And in the face of such gravity her inquisitor must surely have sought a different topic.
Yet the intimacy was a fact,--one of those odd facts which life persists in producing. They had shared an apartment (that is a nice compliment, that phrase, applied to their sitting-room, bedroom and bath) for almost a year, continuing in a state of amiability possible only between two people so widely separated in ideals and hopes that there could never be a clash. There had never been much companions.h.i.+p, however. Now and then they ate one meal together, an early dinner for Cecille and a late breakfast for Felicity, at six o'clock in the evening. For Cecille's working day was over before Felicity's began.
But there had been no intimacy of the spirit. And yet each knew the soul of the other as well as though it had been a meal sack which could be turned inside out, exposing every seam to scrutiny.
Felicity Brown belonged to the Midnight Roof Club's famous Aero Octet.
That is, of course, a needless bit of information, presumptuous even to the initiate, for everybody knows her, almost everybody. She was the third from the left, the one in new-gra.s.s green, with balloons pendant from the scalloped corners of her short, stiff-wired skirt--black balloons like huge dull pearls. The one with the smile. Yes, I know that the others smiled, too, constantly, provocatively; but sometimes the set of their lips was likely to seem anything but the curl of mirth. But not Felicity's.
It never lost its challenge. And her dancing was like that, tireless, serenely abandoned, the essence of knowing grace. Half-pagan, half-divine, Denby, the young cover artist, badly smitten, once put it with striking unoriginality. And with exceeding inaccuracy, too. For there are all too many who will insist that the pagan portion rather over-balanced the rest. But her sheer vitality was amazing.
An un.o.bserving person, still seeking the key to their intimacy, could easily blunder upon the old bromide and repeat that a pretty woman invariably prefers a plain one for a foil. But he would have to be a very blind fool indeed. For Felicity Brown's beauty, perfect enough under the spot of the Midnight Club's miniature stage, became a less flawless thing in contrast with Cecille. Perhaps that sounds far-fetched. Perhaps, having seen Felicity for yourself, you are inclined to smile and shrug. Nevertheless it is so.
Not one of a million Denbys would ever have called Cecille half-pagan or divine in any degree. He wouldn't have noticed her, even, unless his attention had been pointedly called that way. And if another, contemplating her with an eye not greedy of the flesh alone, had finally hit upon the word poignant to describe the hungry youth of her, the odd little tilt of her head, the soft and eager promise in swelling line of hip and breast, Denby himself most certainly would have murmured absently:
"Poignant. Yes--yes, poignant. Quite so--quite so!"
And yawned.
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