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“What for’/”
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The Man Who Forgot
|j A NOVEL
By JAMES HAY, JR.
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GARDEN CITY NEW YORK
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
1915
CHAI’TEU XIX.—(Continued.).
Cholliewollie paused before be
made any comment on that. She
fancied that lie looked a little wor
ried.
j “Surely,” she said, “you don’t
object to that 1”
“Oh, no.” «.
lie began on bis salad.
“Tell me,” she persisted, “what
are you thinking?”
< “Tell me,” he countered, “is
this meeting a necessity? You
know, this is the last day of No
vember. There are only 10 days
before the big affair.”
“ 1 don't know that it is a neces
sity. I do know that hjditli is very
anxious for it—ami she must have
a reason. What possible harm
could it do?”
“Probably none,” he admitted,
the drawl in his words making
them sound reluctant; “possibly
much. I don’t believe in his tak
ing any chances, f don’t believe
in his doing* anything from now
until then except work on this
demonstration.”
“Tell me what you mean—and
don’t, please, talk so much like a
Chinese puzzle 1”
“lie is being so closely watched,
so bitterly attacked; that is what
I mean. And a clandestine meet
ing—oh, I know this could not
be misconstrued by people in their
right senses, but not all are in
their right senses now. And poli
tics turns out some incredibly
clever liars, Mrs. Kane. I would
not, for anything, have it known
that he and she had met anywhere
but in her own home—just now.”
“She thought of that,” Mrs.
Kane explained, fortifying herself.
I “That is why we picked out
s your apartment as the ideal place.
Nobody would ever suspect her of
going there. She and I would go
together. Later you and he could
come in. Besides, she says she
must see him.”
“Perhaps,” lie agreed after an
other period of thought, “it can
be arranged—safely.”
“Why are you worried?” she
came back to her question. “I
thought you considered him im
pregnable in this thing.”
“No man in public life is im
pregnable against sudden and
treacherous attack,” he said
gravely. “Calumny and slander
can work terrific injustice in a few
days, and require weeks for retri
bution.”
Explain it to me.
He pushed aside the salad and
lit a cigaret, so absorbed in the
subject that he forgot to qsk her
permission.
“In a movement of this sort,
Mrs. Kane,” he said gravely,
j “which affects everybody in the
! country more or less, which affects
most people tremendously one way
or the other, there are bound to be
two parties, two side's. As things
stand today, Smith has the major
ity, with him. His cause itself, his
pieturesqueness, his marvelous
ability, and His indomitable will
have made that sure. Already the
march to Washington has begun.
You can look around this cafe and
sec at some of the tables people
who have boon brought here by
him. They are the vanguard of the
greatest thing in the history of
this country. His name is on every
body’s lips.”
“Of course,” site assented; .‘‘on
everybody’s lips.”
‘‘Exactly. But how? Many
bless him and praise him and ad
mire him. But there are those
who sneer and revile him. You
must realize that. Not only the
whisky interests fight him, but all
the other interests allied with
whisky—you can realize what they
are—are against him. This for
midable array, enlarged by the
ranks of the stupid, would like
nothing better than to see him fall,
to hear of his being discredited.
More than that, they would do
anything on earth to bring it
about. They 'd lie, steal, even mur
der, to put him down and out to
morrow morning. They go, as 1
have told him, on the theory that,
if they can hurt him, they can hurt
his cause.”
■‘But do you believe that?’’
His answer was very slow.
“Mrs. Kane, there’s nobody on
earth who can tell how the Ameri
can public will receive a fact or
even a bare assertion of a fact.
-u ‘1" Wagt>;!■ -p'" that
I . 15
|—if we learn anything—that no
body can foretell what the public
will or will not do to a man for this
or for that.”
Mrs. Kane’s cheery fluffiness
was submerged in solemnity.
“You mean,” she asked, “if
they could discredit him, this dem
onstration, this parade, all that it
means, might fall through ?”
“I mean just that,” he replied
with great earnestness. “1 mean
it’s entirely within the realm of
possibility that, if anything were
brought out. tomorrow-—whether
it were the truth or a lie, makes
no difference-—to create the im
pression that .John Smith was an
unworthy man, the whole business
would crumble up, fall flat, and
the crusaders would never cru
sade. 1 say it is possible.”
“I wouldn’t have believed it.”
“Nowadays,” he elaborated,
“the people look once at the plat
form and twice at the leader. It
may be unreasonable, but it is
their Habit--which we cannot
change.”
Mrs. Kane went back to her
mission.
“But Edith insists that she
must see him.”
“Verry well,” he said. As you
suggested, nobody would ever
think of their meeting at my
apartment. Besides, there will be
four of us.”
Mrs. Kane laughed.
“Your acceptance of the situa
tion, after your gloomy forebod
ings, amuses me,” she explained.
He produced another cigaret
and regarded her closely.
“May I confide in you—ab
solutely? he asked, the drawl go
ing out of his voice.
“Absolutely,” she assured him,
somewhat surprised by his solem
nity.
“The thing that keeps me ter
rified all the time, utterly fright
ened,” he said, “is my belief that
they've got something on him I
now. ’ ’
“(I6t something on him now?
What do you mean?
“That they know something
about this blessed, mysterious
past of liis, about which we know
nothing, and that they’re going
to spring it on him.”
“When?” she inquired in big
eyed amazement.
“Whenever it suits them, when
ever they think it’s the psychol
ogical moment.”
“What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know what it is,” he
confessed; “hut I believe they've
got something -something real.
Honestly, Mrs. Kane, 1 believe
they’ve got something true, l!
don’t want to believe it, but 1
do.”
Cholliewollie looked sad, actu
ally grieved. If he had stopped to
try, he could have counted up
how many years it had been since ]
he had allowed himself to feel
worry for a public man. His bore
dom and blase emotions were fail
ing him. Mrs. Kane, watching his
face attentively, thought he
seemed tired.
“Oh, Mr. Waller!” she said,
feeling some of his uneasiness.
“I wish the 10 days were over—
that’s all,” he replied a little petu
lantly. “It's enough to cut the
heart out of a giant—tin sus-j
pense. Here we are now at a point j
where we can hear the gathering
of this extraordinary army. The j
reports are coming in every day of
the last preparations for the do-1
partures from the little towns, for
the meetings of the delegations at
tin' central points, for the special I
trains, (lie brigades of children,,
the singing clubs. Why, it's like:
turning the whole country upside j
down. That's what it is! Wash-!
ington is the goal of everybody!
who can travel! Nobody ever saw :
anything like it before. The hum
of it, the stir of it, the thrill of it I
is already here, in the hotels, in,
the streets, in the corridors of the ,
eapitol! And all because a man
with tire leaping through his veins
has sprung to the head of a tre- i
mendous- movement — has made
the movement.”
lie smiled at her half whim
sically.
“And here 1 am scared half to
death! Why he isn't, 1 can't un
derstand
Mrs. Kane struck the-tablecloth
with her chubby fist.
“Why won't ho toll us?” she
demanded in desperation. “Why
won’t he tell you? Why won’t tio
toll Edith about himself?”
“That’s what I don’t under
stand again,” ho admitted, “why
he doesn’t tell Miss Mallon.”
Mrs. Kane had an inspiration.
“He may tonight!” she ex
claimed. 1
“I wonder,” Waller said slow
ly, “if .that is why she wants to
see him.”
They made their plans for the
evening. Waller would have Smith
there by 7 o’clock, and Nellie and
Edith were to come in at 8. The
apartment house was a small one
on an unimportant street. It
seemed simple enough.
For the remainderi of the after
I noon Waller worried not about
| the meeting that evening but
[about the general outlook. Ho
[could not shake off his belief that
the other side knew something
that would hurt the agitator. And,
when he considered that, he
thought also of the minority of
haters which might become over
night a majority.
“The public,” he concluded
gloomily, “is a fool. 1 ought to
know. I've been writing for it
long enough. But if they throw
this thing down now, 'they’re
crazier oven than I thought —
which is going some.”
CHAPTER TWENTY.
AH of it was done so quickly, i
with such deftness and skill, by j
Mrs. Kane that Edith found her-1
self alone in the room with the!
man she loved before she quite;
knew how it had been brought!
about. She had come in with j
Nellie and had spoken to both the;
men, and immediately Nellie, ox-1
plaining that she must see the
tapestries Waller kept in his
“showroom" and talking glibly
and uninterruptedly all the while,
had whisked Waller out with her,
closing the door behind her.
A long, high backed couch was
set before the open wood fire, andj
behind the couch was the table j
bearing the reading light. The*
glow from the flames was almost!
as great as that from the lamp.
The room, with its medley of
colors, its conglomeration of fur-!
niture and ornaments from all
parts of the world, was in itself a!
curious expression of isolation, si-1
lenec, withdrawal from other peo
ple. He felt somehow that never!
before had he been so entirely j
alone with her.
‘ hey were standing, facing each ;
other, in front of the fire. As the j
door closed behind the others she
looked at him and smiled. He;
stood tense and erect, as if he tried
to comprehend something greater
and more gorgeous than he possi
bly could have expected.
“I'm afraid you’re thinking,”
she hazarded, a little uncertainly,
“that l was very silly to—to want!
to see you here—or anywhere.”
He took her hand and led her \
a step to the couch, arranging the
cushions for her comfort as she
leaned against them.
”1 was marvelling, ” he an-1
swered her gravely, “that the hu
man heart could feel such happi
ness as mine does now.”
She indicated with a wave of
her hand the place near her.
“Sit here, beside me,” she in
vited.
lie sat down, turning so that he
might face her and watch the.play
of the firelight on her hair and
features.
She was looking into the fire,
her beauty softened and made
more exquisite by her expression
of sweet solemnity.
“Waller told me,” he sug
gested, “that there was some
thing very important.”
She did not answer.
“Is there?” he asked after a
pause.
She turned to him and smiled j
slowly and brilliantly. All of a|
sudden he was tremendously!
aware of her charm, her loveliness, j
the fragrance of her, the mystery!
lights of her eyes, the sweetness!
that was hers.
“Very important,” she replied, I
the words coming through the I
smile. “1 think, Mr. John Siqith, i
it is merely another case of a
woman pursuing a man.”
ller eyes, smiling, held his gaze, j
There was a little catch in her'
voice. , j
"My I.ady Bountiful!” he man
aged to say.
She turned from him and looked
into till- flames.
“There are only 10 days left,”,
she began with wonderful direct- \
ness, "and I knew you would—!
might want to know that the,
woman you—you love—that her!
spirit is with you—always.”
She fell silent, the reflection of
the fire stealing under her lowered
lids and making new lights in her
eyes.
A red rose dropped from her
corsage and slid from her knee to
4
: the floor, lie picked it tip swiftly
: and slipped it into the breasti
: pocket of his coat.
“I wish,” he said, his voice
i breaking, “ I could tell yon that
i I love you—-how much I love you,
I my—My Lady Bountiful.”
“And I understand,” she mur
mured. “You cannot.”
“No; I cannot.”'
She looked at him, turning her
head with a quick, imperious mo
tion. He saw that there was in her
eyes the hint of tears.
“But,” she said, “that doesn't
make the slightest difference to'
me. Some day you can.”
‘ ‘ Do you feel that 1' ’
“I know it,” she answered, her
trust absolute.
“I wonder sometimes,” he said,
“why we do feel so sure of—of the
future.”
For an instant, simian; her left
hand, light, and tremulous, on his
■ coat sleeve.
“Toll me,” she asked, “what
vonr attitude about it is—ex
actly.”
lie laughed,
“All I can think of now,” he
protested, “is the wonder of vour
love for me—your acceptance of
me on trust. 1 did not know, I
could not realize, there was such
heroism in woman.”
‘ it is not heroism,” she denied,
.erely that I love you—and
that von love me. That, also, is
\vhy we both know that ultimately
happiness must come to us.”
“ Yes; t li at is why. ’ ’ He looked
at, her as religious devotees look
at sacred things, from afar, or as
lovers of the beautiful at a work
of art. “Somehow, I am con
vinced that the doing of the work
before me will bring its reward.
That reward is you. I—both of us
—try to serve others. Surely that
is the only real way in which we
can serve ourselves.”
She started, remembering what
Vetter had said—almost the same
thing.
“If you will listen, if it will not
tire you,” he went on, “I shall tell
you a story, my own story of my
idea of what this life, this service,
must mean in the end.”
She recognized the growing ar
dour in him, the enthusiasms com
ing to the surface, the breaking
forth of his peculiar strength un
der the influence of what she had
said to him.
“Ah,” she breathed, “do tell
me.”
She leaned far back in tlie cush
ions, sometimes screening her face
from the flames with her uplifted,
hand, now and then flashing to
him a look of understanding or
appreciation, while he talked, his
voice vibrant, low, more musical
than she ever had heard it.
This is the fanciful, beautiful I
story to which she listened:
The young man who travelled!
the Happy Highway wore on a
finger of his left, hand a ring of
gold, wonderfully wrought and
set with a pale, translucent emer
ald. All his apparel was like that:
of a king’s son. And the sunshine,
creeping into the ringlets of his
hair, became wavy, vibrant gold.
The smile of the young man wan
the most beautiful the other pil
grims on the Happy Highway ever
had seen. Since nothing in his
conscience reproached him, it was
unblemished by grief; and, since
he had found nothing to fear in all
the world, it welcomed everybody
who approached him; and, be
cause he had nothing to conceal
from the gaze of men, it was midi
ant with delight.
“He is not only beautiful,’’ said
a bent old man; “he is the bost-na
tured young man who ever has
trod the Happy Highway!”
“He is so,” agreed an old
woman in a funny little treble
voice. “And all of us must keep
him happy forever.”
Thus it came about that the
young man’s days and nights were
perfect, for all the joyous com
pany heeded the old woman's ad
vice. Care never came near him,
and pain could not touch him.
As ht> strolled along the high
way, men and women of all ages
brought him wonderful gifts and
tlid him service and pleased him.
They arranged it so that the pur
ple plumes of lilacs shaded him
always from the noonday sun, and,
as lie walked, red roses, the red
dest roses that bloomed, swayed
forward from each side, and,
moved by unseen hands, washed
the air with their fragrance.
At night somebody — anybody
he chose—fanned him with fans
made of the leaves of blue-purple
poppies, for sleep. Always, when
lie slept, he was housed in sumptu
ous places, and his pillows were so
soft that, as he rested his head up
on them, they did not disturb the
lovely ringlets of his hair.
(Continued Next Week.)
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