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_ The situation which confronted Aileen was really a trying one. A
girl of less innate courage and determination would have weakened
and yielded. For in spite of her various social connections and
acquaintances, the people to whom Aileen could run in an emergency
of the present kind were not numerous. She could scarcely think
of any one who would be likely to take her in for any lengthy period,
without question. There were a number of young women of her own
age, married and unmarried, who were very friendly to her, but
there were few with whom she was really intimate. The only person
who stood out in her mind, as having any real possibility of refuge
for a period, was a certain Mary Calligan, better known as "Mamie"
among her friends, who had attended school with Aileen in former
years and was now a teacher in one of the local schools.
The Calligan family consisted of Mrs. Katharine Calligan, the
mother, a dressmaker by profession and a widow--her husband, a
house-mover by trade, having been killed by a falling wall some
ten years before--and Mamie, her twenty-three-year-old daughter.
They lived in a small two-story brick house in Cherry Street, near
Fifteenth. Mrs. Calligan was not a very good dressmaker, not
good enough, at least, for the Butler family to patronize in their
present exalted state. Aileen went there occasionally for gingham
house-dresses, underwear, pretty dressing-gowns, and alterations
on some of her more important clothing which was made by a very
superior modiste in Chestnut Street. She visited the house largely
because she had gone to school with Mamie at St. Agatha's, when
the outlook of the Calligan family was much more promising. Mamie
was earning forty dollars a month as the teacher of a sixth-grade
room in one of the nearby public schools, and Mrs. Calligan averaged
on the whole about two dollars a day--sometimes not so much. The
house they occupied was their own, free and clear, and the furniture
which it contained suggested the size of their joint income, which
was somewhere near eighty dollars a month.
Mamie Calligan was not good-looking, not nearly as good-looking
as her mother had been before her. Mrs. Calligan was still plump,
bright, and cheerful at fifty, with a fund of good humor. Mamie
was somewhat duller mentally and emotionally. She was serious-minded--
made so, perhaps, as much by circumstances as by anything else,
for she was not at all vivid, and had little sex magnetism. Yet
she was kindly, honest, earnest, a good Catholic, and possessed
of that strangely excessive ingrowing virtue which shuts so many
people off from the world--a sense of duty. To Mamie Calligan duty
(a routine conformity to such theories and precepts as she had
heard and worked by since her childhood) was the all-important
thing, her principal source of comfort and relief; her props in
a queer and uncertain world being her duty to her Church; her
duty to her school; her duty to her mother; her duty to her friends,
etc. Her mother often wished for Mamie's sake that she was less
dutiful and more charming physically, so that the men would like
her.
In spite of the fact that her mother was a dressmaker, Mamie's
clothes never looked smart or attractive--she would have felt out
of keeping with herself if they had. Her shoes were rather large,
and ill-fitting; her skirt hung in lifeless lines from her hips
to her feet, of good material but seemingly bad design. At that
time the colored "jersey," so-called, was just coming into popular
wear, and, being close-fitting, looked well on those of good form.
Alas for Mamie Calligan! The mode of the time compelled her to wear
one; but she had neither the arms nor the chest development which
made this garment admirable. Her hat, by choice, was usually a
pancake affair with a long, single feather, which somehow never
seemed to be in exactly the right position, either to her hair or
her face. At most times she looked a little weary; but she was
not physically weary so much as she was bored. Her life held so
little of real charm; and Aileen Butler was unquestionably the most
significant element of romance in it.
Mamie's mother's very pleasant social disposition, the fact that
they had a very cleanly, if poor little home, that she could
entertain them by playing on their piano, and that Mrs. Calligan
took an adoring interest in the work she did for her, made up the
sum and substance of the attraction of the Calligan home for Aileen.
She went there occasionally as a relief from other things, and
because Mamie Calligan had a compatible and very understanding
interest in literature. Curiously, the books Aileen liked she
liked--Jane Eyre, Kenelm Chillingly, Tricotrin, and A Bow of Orange
Ribbon. Mamie occasionally recommended to Aileen some latest
effusion of this character; and Aileen, finding her judgment good,
was constrained to admire her.
In this crisis it was to the home of the Calligans that Aileen
turned in thought. If her father really was not nice to her, and
she had to leave home for a time, she could go to the Calligans.
They would receive her and say nothing. They were not sufficiently
well known to the other members of the Butler family to have the
latter suspect that she had gone there. She might readily disappear
into the privacy of Cherry Street and not be seen or heard of for
weeks. It is an interesting fact to contemplate that the Calligans,
like the various members of the Butler family, never suspected
Aileen of the least tendency toward a wayward existence. Hence
her flight from her own family, if it ever came, would be laid
more to the door of a temperamental pettishness than anything else.
On the other hand, in so far as the Butler family as a unit was
concerned, it needed Aileen more than she needed it. It needed
the light of her countenance to keep it appropriately cheerful,
and if she went away there would be a distinct gulf that would not
soon be overcome.
Butler, senior, for instance, had seen his little daughter grow
into radiantly beautiful womanhood. He had seen her go to school
and convent and learn to play the piano--to him a great
accomplishment. Also he had seen her manner change and become
very showy and her knowledge of life broaden, apparently, and
become to him, at least, impressive. Her smart, dogmatic views
about most things were, to him, at least, well worth listening to.
She knew more about books and art than Owen or Callum, and her
sense of social manners was perfect. When she came to the table--
breakfast, luncheon, or dinner--she was to him always a charming
object to see. He had produced Aileen--he congratulated himself.
He had furnished her the money to be so fine. He would continue
to do so. No second-rate upstart of a man should be allowed to
ruin her life. He proposed to take care of her always--to leave
her so much money in a legally involved way that a failure of a
husband could not possibly affect her. "You're the charming lady
this evenin', I'm thinkin'," was one of his pet remarks; and also,
"My, but we're that fine!" At table almost invariably she sat
beside him and looked out for him. That was what he wanted. He
had put her there beside him at his meals years before when she
was a child.
Her mother, too, was inordinately fond of her, and Callum and Owen
appropriately brotherly. So Aileen had thus far at least paid
back with beauty and interest quite as much as she received, and
all the family felt it to be so. When she was away for a day or
two the house seemed glum--the meals less appetizing. When she
returned, all were happy and gay again.
Aileen understood this clearly enough in a way. Now, when it came
to thinking of leaving and shifting for herself, in order to avoid
a trip which she did not care to be forced into, her courage was
based largely on this keen sense of her own significance to the
family. She thought over what her father had said, and decided she
must act at once. She dressed for the street the next morning,
after her father had gone, and decided to step in at the Calligans'
about noon, when Mamie would be at home for luncheon. Then she
would take up the matter casually. If they had no objection, she
would go there. She sometimes wondered why Cowperwood did not
suggest, in his great stress, that they leave for some parts unknown;
but she also felt that he must know best what he could do. His
increasing troubles depressed her.
Mrs. Calligan was alone when she arrived and was delighted to see
her. After exchanging the gossip of the day, and not knowing
quite how to proceed in connection with the errand which had brought
her, she went to the piano and played a melancholy air.
"Sure, it's lovely the way you play, Aileen," observed Mrs. Calligan
who was unduly sentimental herself. "I love to hear you. I wish
you'd come oftener to see us. You're so rarely here nowadays."
"Oh, I've been so busy, Mrs. Calligan," replied Aileen. "I've had
so much to do this fall, I just couldn't. They wanted me to go
to Europe; but I didn't care to. Oh, dear!" she sighed, and in
her playing swept off with a movement of sad, romantic significance.
The door opened and Mamie came in. Her commonplace face brightened
at the sight of Aileen.
"Well, Aileen Butler!" she exclaimed. "Where did you come from?
Where have you been keeping yourself so long?"
Aileen rose to exchange kisses. "Oh, I've been very busy, Mamie.
I've just been telling your mother. How are you, anyway? How are
you getting along in your work?"
Mamie recounted at once some school difficulties which were puzzling
her--the growing size of classes and the amount of work expected.
While Mrs. Calligan was setting the table Mamie went to her room
and Aileen followed her.
As she stood before her mirror arranging her hair Aileen looked
at her meditatively.
"What's the matter with you, Aileen, to-day?" Mamie asked. "You
look so--" She stopped to give her a second glance.
"How do I look?" asked Aileen.
"Well, as if you were uncertain or troubled about something. I
never saw you look that way before. What's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing," replied Aileen. "I was just thinking." She went
to one of the windows which looked into the little yard, meditating
on whether she could endure living here for any length of time.
The house was so small, the furnishings so very simple.
"There is something the matter with you to-day, Aileen," observed
Mamie, coming over to her and looking in her face. "You're not
like yourself at all."
"I've got something on my mind," replied Aileen--"something that's
worrying me. I don't know just what to do--that's what's the matter."
"Well, whatever can it be?" commented Mamie. "I never saw you
act this way before. Can't you tell me? What is it?"
"No, I don't think I can--not now, anyhow." Aileen paused. "Do
you suppose your mother would object," she asked, suddenly, "if
I came here and stayed a little while? I want to get away from home
for a time for a certain reason."
"Why, Aileen Butler, how you talk!" exclaimed her friend. "Object!
You know she'd be delighted, and so would I. Oh, dear--can you
come? But what makes you want to leave home?"
"That's just what I can't tell you--not now, anyhow. Not you, so
much, but your mother. You know, I'm afraid of what she'd think,"
replied Aileen. "But, you mustn't ask me yet, anyhow. I want to
think. Oh, dear! But I want to come, if you'll let me. Will you
speak to your mother, or shall I?"
"Why, I will," said Mamie, struck with wonder at this remarkable
development; "but it's silly to do it. I know what she'll say
before I tell her, and so do you. You can just bring your things
and come. That's all. She'd never say anything or ask anything,
either, and you know that--if you didn't want her to." Mamie was
all agog and aglow at the idea. She wanted the companionship of
Aileen so much.
Aileen looked at her solemnly, and understood well enough why she
was so enthusiastic--both she and her mother. Both wanted her
presence to brighten their world. "But neither of you must tell
anybody that I'm here, do you hear? I don't want any one to know--
particularly no one of my family. I've a reason, and a good one,
but I can't tell you what it is--not now, anyhow. You'll promise
not to tell any one."
"Oh, of course," replied Mamie eagerly. "But you're not going to
run away for good, are you, Aileen?" she concluded curiously and
gravely.
"Oh, I don't know; I don't know what I'll do yet. I only know
that I want to get away for a while, just now--that's all." She
paused, while Mamie stood before her, agape.
"Well, of all things," replied her friend. "Wonders never cease,
do they, Aileen? But it will be so lovely to have you here. Mama
will be so pleased. Of course, we won't tell anybody if you don't
want us to. Hardly any one ever comes here; and if they do, you
needn't see them. You could have this big room next to me. Oh,
wouldn't that be nice? I'm perfectly delighted." The young
school-teacher's spirits rose to a decided height. "Come on, why
not tell mama right now?"
Aileen hesitated because even now she was not positive whether
she should do this, but finally they went down the stairs together,
Aileen lingering behind a little as they neared the bottom. Mamie
burst in upon her mother with: "Oh, mama, isn't it lovely? Aileen's
coming to stay with us for a while. She doesn't want any one to
know, and she's coming right away." Mrs. Calligan, who was holding
a sugarbowl in her hand, turned to survey her with a surprised but
smiling face. She was immediately curious as to why Aileen should
want to come--why leave home. On the other hand, her feeling for
Aileen was so deep that she was greatly and joyously intrigued by
the idea. And why not? Was not the celebrated Edward Butler's
daughter a woman grown, capable of regulating her own affairs, and
welcome, of course, as the honored member of so important a family.
It was very flattering to the Calligans to think that she would
want to come under any circumstances.
"I don't see how your parents can let you go, Aileen; but you're
certainly welcome here as long as you want to stay, and that's
forever, if you want to." And Mrs. Calligan beamed on her welcomingly.
The idea of Aileen Butler asking to be permitted to come here! And
the hearty, comprehending manner in which she said this, and Mamie's
enthusiasm, caused Aileen to breathe a sigh of relief. The matter
of the expense of her presence to the Calligans came into her mind.
"I want to pay you, of course," she said to Mrs. Calligan, "if
I come."
"The very idea, Aileen Butler!" exclaimed Mamie. "You'll do nothing
of the sort. You'll come here and live with me as my guest."
"No, I won't! If I can't pay I won't come," replied Aileen. "You'll
have to let me do that." She knew that the Calligans could not
afford to keep her.
"Well, we'll not talk about that now, anyhow," replied Mrs. Calligan.
"You can come when you like and stay as long as you like. Reach
me some clean napkins, Mamie." Aileen remained for luncheon, and
left soon afterward to keep her suggested appointment with Cowperwood,
feeling satisfied that her main problem had been solved. Now her
way was clear. She could come here if she wanted to. It was simply
a matter of collecting a few necessary things or coming without
bringing anything. Perhaps Frank would have something to suggest.
In the meantime Cowperwood made no effort to communicate with
Aileen since the unfortunate discovery of their meeting place, but
had awaited a letter from her, which was not long in coming. And,
as usual, it was a long, optimistic, affectionate, and defiant
screed in which she related all that had occurred to her and her
present plan of leaving home. This last puzzled and troubled him
not a little.
Aileen in the bosom of her family, smart and well-cared for, was
one thing. Aileen out in the world dependent on him was another.
He had never imagined that she would be compelled to leave before
he was prepared to take her; and if she did now, it might stir up
complications which would be anything but pleasant to contemplate.
Still he was fond of her, very, and would do anything to make her
happy. He could support her in a very respectable way even now,
if he did not eventually go to prison, and even there he might
manage to make some shift for her. It would be so much better,
though, if he could persuade her to remain at home until he knew
exactly what his fate was to be. He never doubted but that some
day, whatever happened, within a reasonable length of time, he
would be rid of all these complications and well-to-do again, in
which case, if he could get a divorce, he wanted to marry Aileen.
If not, he would take her with him anyhow, and from this point of
view it might be just as well as if she broke away from her family
now. But from the point of view of present complications--the
search Butler would make--it might be dangerous. He might even
publicly charge him with abduction. He therefore decided to
persuade Aileen to stay at home, drop meetings and communications
for the time being, and even go abroad. He would be all right
until she came back and so would she--common sense ought to rule
in this case.
With all this in mind he set out to keep the appointment she
suggested in her letter, nevertheless feeling it a little dangerous
to do so.
"Are you sure," he asked, after he had listened to her description
of the Calligan homestead, "that you would like it there? It sounds
rather poor to me."
"Yes, but I like them so much," replied Aileen.
"And you're sure they won't tell on you?"
"Oh, no; never, never!"
"Very well," he concluded. "You know what you're doing. I don't
want to advise you against your will. If I were you, though, I'd
take your father's advice and go away for a while. He'll get over
this then, and I'll still be here. I can write you occasionally,
and you can write me."
The moment Cowperwood said this Aileen's brow clouded. Her love
for him was so great that there was something like a knife thrust
in the merest hint at an extended separation. Her Frank here and
in trouble--on trial maybe and she away! Never! What could he mean
by suggesting such a thing? Could it be that he didn't care for
her as much as she did for him? Did he really love her? she asked
herself. Was he going to desert her just when she was going to
do the thing which would bring them nearer together? Her eyes clouded,
for she was terribly hurt.
"Why, how you talk!" she exclaimed. "You know I won't leave
Philadelphia now. You certainly don't expect me to leave you."
Cowperwood saw it all very clearly. He was too shrewd not to.
He was immensely fond of her. Good heaven, he thought, he would
not hurt her feelings for the world!
"Honey," he said, quickly, when he saw her eyes, "you don't
understand. I want you to do what you want to do. You've planned
this out in order to be with me; so now you do it. Don't think
any more about me or anything I've said. I was merely thinking
that it might make matters worse for both of us; but I don't believe
it will. You think your father loves you so much that after you're
gone he'll change his mind. Very good; go. But we must be very
careful, sweet--you and I--really we must. This thing is getting
serious. If you should go and your father should charge me with
abduction--take the public into his confidence and tell all about
this, it would be serious for both of us--as much for you as for
me, for I'd be convicted sure then, just on that account, if nothing
else. And then what? You'd better not try to see me often for the
present--not any oftener than we can possibly help. If we had
used common sense and stopped when your father got that letter,
this wouldn't have happened. But now that it has happened, we
must be as wise as we can, don't you see? So, think it over, and
do what you think best and then write me and whatever you do will
be all right with me--do you hear?" He drew her to him and kissed
her. "You haven't any money, have you?" he concluded wisely.
Aileen, deeply moved by all he had just said, was none the less
convinced once she had meditated on it a moment, that her course
was best. Her father loved her too much. He would not do
anything to hurt her publicly and so he would not attack Cowperwood
through her openly. More than likely, as she now explained to
Frank, he would plead with her to come back. And he, listening,
was compelled to yield. Why argue? She would not leave him anyhow.
He went down in his pocket for the first time since he had known
Aileen and produced a layer of bills. "Here's two hundred dollars,
sweet," he said, "until I see or hear from you. I'll see that you
have whatever you need; and now don't think that I don't love you.
You know I do. I'm crazy about you."
Aileen protested that she did not need so much--that she did not
really need any--she had some at home; but he put that aside. He
knew that she must have money.
"Don't talk, honey," he said. "I know what you need." She had
been so used to receiving money from her father and mother in
comfortable amounts from time to time that she thought nothing of
it. Frank loved her so much that it made everything right between
them. She softened in her mood and they discussed the matter of
letters, reaching the conclusion that a private messenger would
be safest. When finally they parted, Aileen, from being sunk in
the depths by his uncertain attitude, was now once more on the
heights. She decided that he did love her, and went away smiling.
She had her Frank to fall back on--she would teach her father.
Cowperwood shook his head, following her with his eyes. She
represented an additional burden, but give her up, he certainly
could not. Tear the veil from this illusion of affection and make
her feel so wretched when he cared for her so much? No. There was
really nothing for him to do but what he had done. After all, he
reflected, it might not work out so badly. Any detective work
that Butler might choose to do would prove that she had not run
to him. If at any moment it became necessary to bring common
sense into play to save the situation from a deadly climax, he
could have the Butlers secretly informed as to Aileen's whereabouts.
That would show he had little to do with it, and they could try
to persuade Aileen to come home again. Good might result--one
could not tell. He would deal with the evils as they arose. He
drove quickly back to his office, and Aileen returned to her home
determined to put her plan into action. Her father had given her
some little time in which to decide--possibly he would give her
longer--but she would not wait. Having always had her wish granted
in everything, she could not understand why she was not to have
her way this time. It was about five o'clock now. She would wait
until all the members of the family were comfortably seated at the
dinner-table, which would be about seven o'clock, and then slip
out.
On arriving home, however, she was greeted by an unexpected reason
for suspending action. This was the presence of a certain Mr. and
Mrs. Steinmetz--the former a well-known engineer who drew the
plans for many of the works which Butler undertook. It was the
day before Thanksgiving, and they were eager to have Aileen and
Norah accompany them for a fortnight's stay at their new home in
West Chester--a structure concerning the charm of which Aileen
had heard much. They were exceedingly agreeable people--
comparatively young and surrounded by a coterie of interesting
friends. Aileen decided to delay her flight and go. Her father
was most cordial. The presence and invitation of the Steinmetzes
was as much a relief to him as it was to Aileen. West Chester
being forty miles from Philadelphia, it was unlikely that Aileen
would attempt to meet Cowperwood while there.
She wrote Cowperwood of the changed condition and departed, and
he breathed a sigh of relief, fancying at the time that this storm
had permanently blown over. _
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