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Chapter 15. Symes's Authority |
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_ CHAPTER XV. SYMES'S AUTHORITY Symes descended the stairs of the Terriberry House in a frame of mind that was very different from the determined arrogance with which he had ascended them less than an hour before. He was filled with a humiliating sense of defeat, and of having acted weakly. He returned mechanically the salutations of those he passed upon the street and sunk into his office chair with his hat upon his head, a dazed sense of shock and humiliation still upon him. He had been blind as a bat, he told himself, blinder even, for a bat has an instinct which warns it of danger. The interview which had revealed the woman's character came in the nature of a revelation in spite of that he already knew. The part he had been forced to play did not become more heroic by contemplation, and the only satisfaction he could wring from it was that he was rid of her--that she would never pollute his home again. It had cost him his pride and the sacrifice of his conscience, but he tried to make himself believe that it was worth the purchase price; yet the thought always came back that he, Andy P. Symes, had allowed himself to be blackmailed. The knowledge of Dr. Harpe's unbelievable perfidy would be a shock to Augusta, but it would terminate the friendship, he told himself, and he would be relieved of the disagreeable necessity of asserting his authority too strongly. Symes removed his hat and flung it upon a near-by chair, then turned to his desk. A telegram propped conspicuously upon the ink-well proved to be from Mudge, the promoter, and read: Have possible investor who wants detailed information. Better come on at once. Symes's face lighted. "This is lucky! It couldn't have been more opportune! We'll go to-morrow and I'll tell Augusta while we're gone." Thus the problem of abruptly ending the friendship without causing comment was solved. He had no misgivings as to the outcome when he issued his mandate concerning Dr. Harpe, but there might be a scene, and he had a man's instinctive dread of a family row in case that Augusta was loath to believe. She was loyal by nature and there was that possibility. When his wife was removed from the influence which had undermined him in his own home, the old Augusta would return, he thought confidently; that adoring Augusta so flatteringly attentive to his opinions, so responsive to his moods. He wanted the old Augusta back more than he would have believed possible. As his thoughts slipped in retrospect over the weeks past he could see that the change in her had come almost from the commencement of her friendship with Dr. Harpe. He shut his teeth hard as he thought of the banal influence she had exercised over a good woman; he always had considered Augusta that. Well, it was ended. They would start once more with a better understanding of each other, in a clearer atmosphere. Something in the prospect made him glow; he felt a boyish eagerness to tell her of the proposed trip, but decided to wait until evening, as she would then have plenty of time to prepare. The nervous strain of the day previous and the interview of the morning left Symes with a feeling of fatigue when evening came. As he stretched himself upon a couch watching Augusta moving to and fro freshly dressed for the dinner which had now wholly replaced the plebeian supper in the Symes household, he was again impressed by the improvement in her appearance. The artificial wave in her straight, ash-blond hair softened greatly her prominent cheek bones, and a frill of lace partially hid the peasant hand that had so frequently distressed him. Her high-heeled slippers shortened and gave an instep to her long, flat foot. He smiled a little at the prim dignity which she unconsciously took on with her clothes; but that at which he did not smile was the air of cool toleration with which she listened to his few remarks. She seemed restless and went frequently to the door; when they faced each other at the dinner table he exerted himself to interest her and his reward was a shadowy smile. He was not at all sure that she was listening and he asked himself if this could be the woman who not so long ago had glowed with happiness merely to be noticed? As the meal progressed he became alternately chagrined and angry. Was the change in her more marked than usual, or was it only that he was awake? He felt that he could not endure her vacant, absent-minded stare much longer without comment, so it was a distinct relief when they arose from the table. He concluded to keep the pleasant surprise he had for her a little longer. He felt something like a pang when she walked past the porch chair where he was sitting and went to the hammock at the corner of the house. She had a book and passed him without a glance, appearing not to notice the hand which he partially extended to detain her. She looked often toward the street and he noticed that she only seemed to read. Would Dr. Harpe keep her word? Symes believed that she would. The twilight deepened and he could plainly see her restlessness grow. She no longer made a pretence of reading but sat with her eyes upon the street. Symes remembered that it had been a long time since she had watched for him like that. Finally she threw down her book and stood up that she might have a better view of the door of the Terriberry House. When she started down the sidewalk toward the gate Symes called her. "Augusta!" "Yes?" impatiently. "Come here." "What is it?" She made no movement to return. "If you please--one moment." "I'll be back in a little while." "But I want to speak to you now." His tone was a command. "Pshaw!" She frowned in annoyance, but reluctantly obeyed. "Where are you going?" "Over to the hotel," she answered shortly. "To look for Dr. Harpe?" Resentment was in her curt answer-- "Yes." "Don't go, Augusta." "Why?" "Because I want to talk to you." "You can talk when I come back." "I want to talk now; please sit down." She made no motion to do so. "What's the matter with you, Augusta?" "Nothing,"--her face was sullen--"only I don't like to be ordered about." "I'm not ordering you, as you put it, but I've a surprise for you and I want to tell you of it." For answer she looked at him inquiringly. "We're going to Chicago to-morrow." Instead of the pleasure which he anticipated would light her dark eyes, there was a look rather of apprehension, of disapproval, of anything, in fact, but delight. "Aren't you glad?" he asked in amazement. "I'm not ready; I've no clothes." "We can soon remedy that." She stood before him in sullen silence and he finally asked-- "Well?" "I don't want to go, if you must know!" She blurted the answer rudely and turned away. "Augusta! Wait!" "I'm going to the hotel," she flung over her shoulder. She kept on walking. "Come back." Unlatching the gate she flung it open in defiance. "No!" She seemed like a person obsessed. Symes arose and walked quickly after her. She stopped then and Symes wondered at his own self-control as he faced her. "Augusta," he said quietly, "Dr. Harpe is not coming here again." He saw her face pale. "Why not?" Her vehemence startled him. "Because I have told her not to; she understands." "How dare you?" Her voice rose shrill and her eyes blazed into his. "She's my friend!" "No, she's not your friend or my friend." He grasped her wrist as she started to go. "You've got to listen; you've got to hear me out! I found her out to-day and I meant to tell you when we had gone from here, but you are forcing me to do it now." Still grasping her wrist he told her briefly of the interview and the price he had paid for her silence. When he had done she wrenched herself free. "I don't believe it! Anyway, why shouldn't you give her the contract? Why shouldn't you? I tell you I'm going to her and you shan't stop me!" "Augusta!" There was horror in his voice. "Do you realize what this means? Do you understand what you are doing--that you are choosing between this woman and me? Are you crazy? Are you mad?" "Yes, yes, yes! Anything you like, but I'm going! I tell you, you shan't dictate who and who not shall be my friends!" "But she isn't your friend!" he cried with savage bitterness. "She's your worst enemy. Augusta,"--the harshness went suddenly from his voice--"I beg of you don't let this woman come between us!" "You're a nice one to criticise others." He winced at the taunt. "I've tried to make amends," he pleaded. "Well--you haven't! And," she flung the challenge at him recklessly, "if you want to get a divorce, get it, for I'll quit you quick before I'll give up Dr. Harpe." She stared into his eyes defiant, unabashed, and in her face he read his defeat--the utter uselessness and futility of commands, or threats, or appeals. He loosened his hold of her wrist without a word, and, flinging him a last glance of angry resentment and defiance, she walked swiftly toward the hotel. _ |
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