<\ ► IT M 1 iiNEFITS FORGOT v: ESTIER • Class Book. Goipgtit^ . COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. BENEFITS FORGOT WOLCOTT BALESTIER AUTHOR OF REFFEY, A COMMON STORY, CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN, ETC. W 0K C0 ' ■ // ^ * NEW YORK D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 1894 Copyright, 1893, By D. APPLETON AND COMPANY. Electrotyped and Printed AT THE APPLETON PRESS, U. S. A. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter shy, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. AC' 1 BENEFITS FOEGOT. It was James Deed's wedding-morning, and the town knew it. Deed himself was so full of the knowledge of it that his face would break from time to time, without his will, into a fond and incommunicable smile of happiness as he rode along towards Maverick on his horse. His eye measured the crisp and sparkling Colorado morning ; and he took the sun upon his large, wholesome, likable face, with the pleasant feeling that its shining was for him. The agreeable world seemed to have him in thought, and to be minded to do the handsome thing by his wedding- day. And the evil things, the blizzards and sand-storms, and the winds that will be howling at all hours in Col- orado, shunned the face of this thrice-blessed day. The cattle pony which Deed was riding had got the news of the kindling morning air, though he lacked word of the wedding; but it was enough that he also knew what it was to be happy. Deed patted his flank affec- tionately, as they swung into town together ; and he was of a mind to give good morrow to the herd that came to the barbed-wire fence to observe his happiness with im- passive eyes. It was too early to see Margaret ; but when he had waked at the ranch house on his cattle-range, 2 BENEFITS FORGOT. where he had spent the last few days, he had found it impossible to remain quietly within doors, and since he must ride, it was the nearest thing to seeing her to ride in her direction. The curtains were still down at the windows of the house where Margaret had been staying with Beatrice Vertner for a month. The Vertners occupied the largest dwelling in Mayerick except the brick house which Snell had built since he had made his strike at Aspen ; its architecture was in the journeyman carpenter Queen Anne-manner common to Western towns which have reached their second stage. The pony, accustomed to stop- ping, swerved in towards the gate, and Deed was obliged to restrain him, unwillingly. There was no one in sight to mind that he should kiss his hand to a certain curtain in the second story; but he was obliged to content himself with this. He gave the pony the rein, and went swinging into Maverick by way of Mesa street. His eye roved anxiously, with another thought, as he galloped along, over the circle of snow-peaks that separated Lone Creek Valley from the world outside, and rested on a cleft in the white hills through which his younger son, Philip, should at the moment be making his way from Pinon on horseback, to be present at the wedding in the afternoon. Zacatecas Pass, which found its way through this breach in the Sangre de Cristo Range, led down, at a point thirty miles above Maverick, to the railway by which Philip should be taking a train within a few hours. A dusty cloud, of which Deed feared he knew the meaning, hung above the trail. It seemed probable that it was snowing in the mountains. If it was, Philip would almost BENEFITS FORGOT. 3 certainly fail to arrive in time : it was equally certain that he would be in danger. There had been a thaw, succeeded by freezing weather, and the crusted snow clung to the huge mountain shapes as if it were moulded on them. It was charming to follow the modelling of their mighty bulks under the conforming vesture of white, swelling and dying away in divine suggestions of hidden grace, with the effect of a maiden's raiment. The edged lines by which the hills mounted to the summits lay crumpled on one another, buried in softness. The snow plumped the hollows ; and pursued their climbing sides to the most secret fold. The angles were curves, and the curves glistering reaches of satin; for at every point the sunlight meshed itself in a gleam of white, and the whole field of snow shone with a blinding glitter. In fact, the polished radiance of the hills gave off a glare which the eye could not meet with patience, and Deed, withdrawing his glance from the mountains, fixed it on the scattered town into which [he was coming. He knew every building in it ; he had seen most of them go up. He remembered when the general supply-store of Maverick had stood — if a tent may be said to stand — where the post-office now reared its ugly splendour of brick, stone- trimmed and mansard-roofed. In the road over which he was riding there was a familiar spot where an embat- tled squatter had held his own against the town for a twelvemonth, refusing to move the log cabin which he had built in the centre of Mesa street before there was a Mesa street. Deed had contributed to the building of the Episcopal church, past which he was riding at the mo- ment; and as he glanced at its roof and front, he was 4 BENEFITS FORGOT. sorry that he had not put aside more profitable business long enough to get himself appointed a member of the committee on its architecture. He tried to excuse him- self by remembering that he had insisted on the simple and genuine Gothic interior, carried out in pine, which made it a very tolerable little church within. He had had nothing to do with the roller skating-rink, nor with the Grand Opera House, which depressed the observer by its resemblance to Libby Prison, though it was an achievement of wood, and clapboarded up to the summit of its false front. The ingenuousness of the pre- tence with which the false front faces down the spectator in the new towns of the West would be almost a thing to disarm criticism if the front, in itself, were more beauti- ful ; certainly if it were less hideous one would hardly like to humiliate it by going around behind and spying out the nakedness of the device. As Deed's eye ranged over the roofs of the main street behind the fronts, he smiled at the disproportion between the actual height of the squat buildings and the height which the fronts alleged for them. His happiness gave an edge to his observation; he saw familiar things as if for the first time. On the treeless plain over which Maverick was dispersed nothing obstructed the vision for miles, and from so slight an elevation as that along which Deed was cantering one commanded a panoramic view of the entire place. The hotel at the station, the public school with its high central tower, the post-office, and the railway hospital, were the only structures, besides the church, which lifted themselves about the level of the pre- vailing one- and two-storied buildings. Except in the main street, the dwelling-houses lay isolated from one another BENEFITS FORGOT. 5 in archipelagoes, marking the push of the real-estate boom to one and another corner of the young city. As Deed came into the business centre of the place, distinguished as such by the board sidewalk that went loftily along the thoroughfare on each side of the way, by the blazonries in red, black, and chrome-yellow on the muslin signs tacked upon the fronts of the shops, and by the tethered cattle-ponies, burros, and Studebaker waggons of the ranchmen who began to come into town, he was hailed by a loitering group gathered about a telegraph- pole in front of the post-office. " Goin' the wrong way round, ain't you, Mayor ? " in- quired one of the group. Deed had served the unexpired term of a mayor of Maverick who had suffered the inconvenience of being shot in the early days of the town ; and the usual mili- tary titles refusing to fasten themselves readily to a cer- tain dignity which the town recognised in him, it had compromised upon " Mayor," as being a fortunate com- bination of the respectful and the jocular. Deed's answering smile owned the impeachment of the humorous reference ; but the etiquette of Western chaff is not to sanction such an understanding with speech. It is, rather, de rigueur to meet such references with a heavenly unconsciousness of innocence, and to own them only deep within the understanding eye, which admits both parties to such amenities into the open secret of the no-secret. " Well, yes ; for Aspen and some places up Eagle River way I'm going a good ways around, Burke," said Deed, with twinkling eyes, as he checked the pony ; " but I'm headed right for the telegraph-office, I think, unless I've taken my observations wrong." 6 BENEFITS FORGOT. He was giving his pony the rein as some one said, " There was some tell about town here, Mr. Mayor, of your having asked unanimous consent to make another matter a special order of business for to-day." The post- master, who had served a term in the legislature, was fond of the phrases he had learned at Denver. " Yes ; anything we can do for you, you know," dark- ly intimated the young fellow on whom the town's repute for the possession of the hardest drinker in the county de- pended. On Sundays Sandy was the sexton of the Epis- copal church; other days he divided between Ira's and certain odd jobs. " To be sure ; that reminds me — there is something you can do for me, Sandy. Ira has my orders. Call on him this evening, and take the camp." " Make it a dozen, Mayor," wheedled Sandy. " Couldn't," responded Deed. " I've made it two." He smiled at the group. Sandy guffawed his enjoyment of the prospect. The rest coiled their tongues deep in their cheeks, shifted the pain of sustaining their bodies from one leg to the other, and gazed at the " Mayor " with a broad smile. " Denver ? " asked some one. Deed shook his head. " Y. and Z.'s." " Bottles ? " « Kegs." He surveyed the grinning group with a smile, as he caught up the reins. The points at which he differed from them were perhaps rather more obvious at the mo- ment than those by which he was allied to the life of the place and of the West. In spite of eight years spent in the West, broken only by occasional visits to his old home BENEFITS FORGOT. 7 in New York, and, while Margaret was still in question, by a single visit to Europe, his bearing retained a sort of distinction which no measure of consent to a civilization that surveys life with its hands in its pockets, and its trousers in its boots, was likely to vitiate. In being unaggressive, this bearing escaped the con- demnation under which all forms of aloofness from the common lot properly lie in the West ; and in being on humorous terms with itself, it rather commended itself than otherwise to a people who must see life as a joke if they would escape seeing it as a tragedy. It was far from being his manner of distinction that gave Deed his place in the regard of Maverick, and of Lone Creek County, of course ; and it was scarcely by it that he prevailed in his practice before the Supreme Court at Denver, or in his fights for mineral claims at Leadville. He counted, as every one does in the West who counts at all, by pure force. Deed liked the West as men like what serves their ends, and for something more. There was a kind of ob- ligation of gratitude upon him to like it, for it had been his rescue from lethargy after the death of his wife in New York ten years before. He had had no wish to live when he came West, and his friends were surprised to hear after six months that he was still alive. He was what is called " a very sick man " when he reached Maverick ; and as he was also a very miserable one, the chances that he would presently be borne to the desolate little graveyard on the mesa just outside the limits of Maverick were rather bet- ter than the chances of his pulling through to find a new strength with his reviving interest in life. In the event he not only " came around," as the neighbours said, but, 8 BENEFITS FORGOT. in laying hold upon the practice of his profession again, discovered a pleasure in pursuing the application of its principles to new conditions. He chaffed the West, now, when he met a man who, like himself, had once been a New-Yorker or a Bos- tonian ; but this was by way of reminding himself to re- member how absurd the whole affair was, after all. The real fact was, that, absorbed in his work in creating a future for his boys, and finally in accumulating the for- tune which he had seen might be his one day for the use of the needful energy, he had forgotten to philosophize the West, as he had been used to do while from his sick- bed he lay staring idly on a range of mountains which he remembered thinking too big. Consciously or uncon- sciously, he had cast in his lot with this huge, crudely prosperous, blundering, untutored land; and if he had still reserves, there was never time left from his mines, his cattle, and his law to think of them. He was putting spurs to his horse as Snell, the lead- ing merchant of the place, who had just joined the group, inquired suggestively, " The young men will hardly arrive in time for the ceremony, I take it, Mr. Deed?" " I don't know, Mr. Snell," said Deed, restraining the pony, which was chafing to be off again. " I hope to see Philip. He's dropped his mining experiment up at Pinon, at my suggestion, and he will get through by the two-thirty train, I hope, if he gets over the Pass all right. I don't know whether to hope that he has left Laughing Valley City or not. I'm just on my way to the telegraph- office to inquire." He cast a doubtful look towards Zaca- tecas Pass. " Looks some like snow up around the Pass," com- BENEFITS FORGOT. 9 mented one of those young men of middle age who, in the West, somehow keep the sap of youth jogging lustily in their veins at an age when it has dried out, or soaked down into the roots, of New England men. It is possible that the speculative fancy of man does not engender a new scheme with every moon for nothing. " It does look like snow," owned Deed, as he glanced anxiously again towards the mountains ; and some one ventured to ask him about Jasper. " He was detained by business in New York," he said, at which Snell exchanged a significant glance with his neighbour. He hardly ex- pected him for the wedding, Deed added. It was pretty well known in Maverick that Jasper wasted no approval on his father's second marriage ; and there were persons who saw dubious things beneath the peremptory summons which he had given out a fortnight ago as calling him to New York. As Deed, to cut short the embarrassment of this line of questioning, definitively caught up the reins, and gave the pony a cut with the quirt, the group gathered about him lifted their sombreros, or such rakish or merely slovenly caps as they wore, and swung them about their heads in the burlesque by which Western manners express their condescension to the customs of a superseded civil- ization. It was not a bow, nor precisely a ceremony of farewell, but a mixed expression of thanks for the " irri- gation " to be offered at Ira's in the evening, and of an embarrassed sentiment of congratulation on the event of the day, which did not quite know the smartest way of conveying itself. When some one inquired, "What's the matter with James Deed, Esquire ? " and the crowd gave the f oreor- 10 BENEFITS FORGOT. dained answer with a single voice, they had really done for him all that one sovereign can do for another in the way of expression of good will : it was frankincense and myrrh, and oil and wine and precious stones, offered him on a tray of gold, if you like. It was meant for the same thing, and Deed did not like it less. He turned in his saddle, and waved his own wide-brimmed hat to them in acknowledgment, his fine smile on his lips. The Colorado sunshine was flooding the room in which Margaret awaited his coming, without let from blinds or shades. She stood in the big patch of radiance flung upon a rag carpet past fear of fading, and looked wistfully out of the window. The house stood a little apart, at the head of Mesa street, the chief thoroughfare of Maverick, near the outskirts of the town, and, in the clear mountain air she could see for a long distance down the road. Breakfast was over, and Beatrice Vertner had left her to attend to some household duties, which weddings ap- parently do not make less important in their process of dwarfing all other concerns. A quarrel between father and son, Margaret was say- ing to herself, as she stood by the window, — it had not come to that yet, but that Jasper's opposition to his father's second marriage had been saved from that only by the moderation and temperance of her husband who was to be, she felt sure, — seemed, at best, a wretched busi- ness ; but this was, she felt, unbearably sad. In the foolish days when she was saying Deed nay because she did not yet know herself, and he was following her from New York to Paris, and from Paris to Geneva, and from BENEFITS FORGOT. H Geneva to Naples, patient, decently doubtful of himself, but persistent, she had seen what it cost him merely to be separated from his sons. Later, she had come to under- stand how the obligation he had felt to find something within himself to replace the tender care of the mother his boys had lost before they were old enough to know the meaning of such a loss, must have reacted upon and en- riched his feeling for them. She remembered how, seeing that his concern for their welfare was the substance and texture of his life, she had warned him — it was at Naples — that such affection as his played with high stakes ; and how his face had darkened almost angrily at her hint of the possibility that sons might disappoint one's faith in them. Just before their first meeting Deed had bought and stocked for his boys the cattle-range from which she hoped he was riding in at this hour, and Jasper was estab- lished there in undivided charge until Philip, then in the first year of one of his foolish boy's experiments in Chile, should be ready to come back and take his share in the management. She recalled well enough how she had rallied their father's unwitting boasts of Jasper's success, how she had assisted with inward amusement at the pre- tence that he kept his fatherly fondness covert by banter- ing it with her, and how, when that was his mood, she had seemed to consent to his transparent vainglory in the shrewdness of his clever young men of twenty-four as a natural enthusiasm about a successful venture of his own. But constantly she had the sense of his loving pride in both his boys ; and she liked it. Deed could not have told her, even if his knowledge of it had got out of the region of half-perceptions in 12 BENEFITS FORGOT. which we keep our reluctances about the faults of those we love, that Jasper belonged to the Race of the Magnifi- cent, who have their own way — a happy provision arrang- ing that no one shall find it worth quite what it costs to oppose such ways. When Margaret discovered it for her- self, she had only to put it with familiar characteristics of Deed to understand how the partnership papers in the range, which were the origin of the present difficulty, had got themselves signed. When Deed, in good-humoured recognition of Jasper's successful management of the range, had offered him a half-share in the profits from it until Philip should be ready to claim the third already belonging in all but form to each of the boys, it was like Jasper to say that it was very good of his father, and that they ought to " put the thing on a business basis." But it was rather more like Deed, whose pride in Jasper's business shrewdness commonly took shape before the young man himself in a habit of ridiculing him indulgently about it, to have laughed at him, and consented. And it was not less of a tenor with their usual relation that he should have let Jasper have his way about giving this profit-sharing, for a limited term, the form of a partnership. About his own way Margaret knew he would have no conceit, while regarding the symmetry of his act in giving Jasper something like the reward his faithfulness and sagacity in the management of the ranch had earned he would have a certain pride. For Margaret, who, for her own part, had ever frugalities and cautions to be satisfied before she could be about a matter, both understood and admired the recklessness with which Deed was accus- tomed to do a nice thing thoroughly. To her it was an BENEFITS FORGOT. 13 inevitable touch of character that he should have glanced over the papers of partnership which Jasper had drawn up, should have signed with a smile for his gratification in doing an entirely gratifying thing, and then should have had the boy to supper with him at the only restau- rant in town, where they drank to the success of the range in the champagne which had been left over from the previous night's supper of the Order of the Occidental Star. Deed had not meant to marry again, then, of course, and the cattle-range was then an incident of his fortune, instead of one of the main facts of it, as it presently be- came. When he first thought of Margaret he congratulated himself that there was still the ranch, for, at a little past forty, he found himself through the scoundrelly trick of a man he had trusted, almost as entirely on his own hands as he had been at twenty — with a fortune to be won again, and with life to be begun pretty much afresh. When this trouble came on him he thought of the boys ; remembered with satisfaction that they were provided for, whatever came ; shrugged his shoulders ; took a look at himself in the glass, measured himself thoughtfully against the fu- ture, brushed the black lock down over the fringe of gray in front ; smiled ; went out and had a good dinner ; and began again that afternoon. A year later, when he first offered himself to Margaret, it was pleasant to know that the ranch was now not quite all (some of his mining stocks were doing better) ; but the third interest, that would still remain to him when Philip should have claimed his share in the range had not lost its importance to him. And Jasper had done wonderf ul things with the 14 BENEFITS FORGOT. enterprise since they had pledged each other in the bad wine of the " Delmonico of the West." It was a little later that there began to be discoverable in Jasper's manner the hints of opposition to his father's second marriage which had lately come near ending in an estrangement between father and son. The difference between them was, after all, but scantily patched up ; and on the head of it Jasper had set out for New York, know- ing that he could not be back in time for the wedding, and leaving word that he would write his father regard- ing another matter which Deed had broached to him just before his departure. The other matter was the reorgani- zation of the arrangement at the ranch to include Philip, who had given over mining, after a twelvemonth in the mountains. He had gone to Piflon on his return from Chile, with his young man's interest in anything rather than the usual and appointed thing lying ready to his hand ; but he was now willing enough to accept his father's advice of a year before, and to join Jasper in looking after the ranch, where an assured income awaited him. Deed had wished to see this wandering, impulsive, hot-blooded, un- settled son of his actually established on the range before his marriage to Margaret. Unexpected events at Piflon had prevented this ; but when he should come down for the wedding it was arranged that he was not to return, but was to take up his residence at the ranch immedi- ately. If this provision for Philip's future had not already been made when Margaret first began to be in question, Deed could not have asked her to marry him. He felt, in a degree which it would be difficult to represent, his BENEFITS FORGOT. 15 responsibilities to his boys ; and the long habit of making them the first concern of his life must have prevailed with him, whatever his feeling for Margaret, if they had needed anything done for them. But the ranch was a property which, conducted with any skill, must yield them both a handsome revenue, when both should be established on it. Margaret liked the faithfulness to the future of his sons, which would not suffer him to put even her, or their common happiness, before it. He was determined to leave nothing at loose ends ; and he was even awaiting the formality of Jasper's assent to the new arrangement at the ranch, as if it were an assent which he was free to withhold — as if all property of his boys in the ranch were not derived from his generosity, and as if Jasper's present tenure were not peculiarly by grace of his father's good humour. It was only a form ; but Margaret knew that Deed regarded it as a sacred preliminary to their marriage ; and when she saw him riding up to the door, waving a letter in his hand, she knew what letter it must be. She ran out into the frosty air to meet him. Stand- ing on the porch, under the shadow of the scroll-saw work, which was as much in the Queen Anne manner as anything about the house, she waited for him to tie his horse, cuddling her arms about her waist. The air had an edge. She gathered herself together : there was the cold to keep out ; and there was a soft, interior content which she was willing to keep in. It was hard not to be afraid of some of her feelings lately. " Watch your horse ! " she adjured, with a little nerv- 16 BENEFITS FORGOT. ous shiver. He was trying to tie the pony while he kept his eyes on her, and the tying was on the way to failure. He had taken the letter in his mouth for greater conven- ience. They both began to laugh, so that he had to take it out. " Dearest ! " he whispered, as he caught her to him in the porch. But she would not give him his kiss until they were in the hallway. " It's .come ! " she said, with a joyous nod towards the letter in his hand, as they went into the sitting-room, which was as discreetly empty as the whole house seemed suddenly to have become in the hush of their happiness. " Yes," he said, alternately offering and refusing it to her, as he held her away to make certain that she was the same Margaret with whom he had parted the night before for the last time, and who was to give herself to him in a few hours. She sniffed at the flowers he had slipped into her hand in the hallway ; and, to make sure she did not cry, laughed at the smile of love on his face, which often op- pressed her with the obligation it seemed to lay on her to keep it always there. And then she clapped her hands and laughed again to perceive in herself a kind of girlish pride in his being handsome and manly, and altogether very fine and impressive this morning. It was true that he was a striking figure as he stood holding her at arm's-length and not less so when he left her side and went over to the mantel, where he leaned his head upon his hand and watched her for a moment in silence, as he struck at his riding-boots with the quirt he had brought in with him. His hair was a bit grey where his large round head had begun to grow bald on each BENEFITS FORGOT. 17 brow ; but this, with his grizzling eyebrows, and the strongly marked lines about his mouth, which in a younger man would haye seemed merely the outward sign of reso- lution, were the only tokens by which one would have known him to be more than thirty-five. His hair, like his mustache, which was the only adornment of his face, was worn clipped rather short ; and this, coupled with his rather careful habit of dress, gave him a certain effect of trimness and well-being uncommon in the West. He had the habit of resting his weight firmly upon the ground ; and the dignity and ease of his bearing were not lost in the most impetuous of his habitually rapid movements. His eyes had a tinge of blue in some lights, but it was the indefinable grey in them which gave the look of power and firmness to his face. It is doubtful if these eyes were really bluer in his kindly moments ; but it is not doubtful that they seemed so. That which dis- tinguished his look and his manner, however, after the force which no one could fail to feel in him, was an effect of unconquerable youthfulness and buoyancy. His eager, mildly searching glance, his manner of unceasing alert- ness and energy, gave one the sense of a man much alive. He glanced with keen liking about a room which he had known for a long time, but which, somehow, had never been as interesting a room as it was this morning. He was almost in a mood to forgive the wall-paper, which in- sulted the remnant of Eastern taste in him ; and as he turned and, with his hands in his pockets, stared into the fire, not knowing what to say in his happiness, it gave him a warm feeling about the heart to see what a gay time the combustible pifton-wood of the mountains was having 18 BENEFITS FORGOT. of it in the little grate. There was even a certain light- headedness about the what-not in the corner, on which the collection of mineral specimens — part of the religion of Colorado housekeeping — was reflecting the Colorado sunshine from unexpected facets of ore ; while the iron pyrites winked in the sun at some possible tenderfoot mistaking it for gold. Beatrice Vertner's taste had contrived to give a home- like expression to such furniture as there was ; but the room was rather bare. The big photograph of Yeta Pass, in which a train had stopped to be taken, hung in frame- less, fly-spotted solitude above the tennis-rackets and rid- ing-crops in one corner. There was a good engraving above the fireplace, framed in unplaned scantling, and two clever oil-paintings by some of Beatrice's Eastern friends brightened one corner of the room, which was further lighted up by a brilliant-hued Navajo blanket, hung as a portiere at one of the doorways. The home- made rag carpet, in its modest propriety of colouring, caused the Western villainy in wall paper to wear a self- conscious smirk. At the side window there was a burst of colour, where the lower sash pretended, not very seri- ously, to be stained glass. " Such a spick-span conscience as I've got this morn- ing, Margaret," he said, coming over to her and taking her hands again, while he looked down into her eyes, which she straightway dropped. " There isn't an unswept corner nor an undusted piece of furniture in it. I've had out all the couches, and had all the pictures down, and gone in for a general house-cleaning. The boys are safe and settled, both of them, and in seven hours — " " Seven and a half," she corrected smilingly, with the BENEFITS FORGOT. 19 precision which seems never to leave a woman who has once taught school. " Half, is it ? To be sure ; half-past four. But every- thing must be whole this morning, Margaret, like our happiness. Have you noticed how every one feels respon- sible and — interested about this affair ? They were all at the windows as I rode up the street — or rather they were behind the curtains — and I had to try to look the disin- terested morning caller on my way to pay a sort of duty call. But they saw through me. My foolish joy leaks through my eyes, I suppose. Margaret dear," he asked, taking her doubtful and feebly reluctant form in his arms (for, even on the eve of her wedding, the indomitable Puritan in her must have its shamefaced way with her will), " tell me, does it distress you that I can't conceal it ? You are so much better at it. Let me see your eyes. Come, you are "not fair. Look up!" And then, as she tremulously took his glance for a moment, he put back his big head, and laughed greatly. " I see ; you tvere thinking it : that it is unbecoming that they should be laughing over our happiness — indecorous — um — unseemly. Margaret, you are great fun ! " " Am I ? " she asked, with a shy smile, keeping her eyes on the button she was twisting on his coat. " Yes, yes," he cried through his laughter, as he drew her to the sofa ; " you don't know what you miss in not being able to enjoy yourself." He caught her to him, and she hid her head on his broad breast for happiness. And with his arm about her he opened the letter. " Isn't it fine, dear, to know that Philip is settled down and. done for, before we begin with each other, and that we need not fear for him ? Otherwise I should have felt 20 BENEFITS FORGOT. as if I were running away from him. I like to get this letter from Jasper just at this time. It's only a form, but it makes everything quite sure. I'm afraid we are too happy," he sighed, as he glanced over the first lines of the letter ; and as he turned the page he looked up in a daze, and could not believe that there had ever been such a thing as happiness in the world. He bit his lips, not to cry out. Margaret watched him in silent fright as he read on. A pallor deepened over his face. It went, and he appeared to regain himself. But the thought, whatever it was, seemed suddenly to clutch him at the throat, and he buried his face in his hands with a groan. Margaret's arm, for the first time of their own motion, stole gently about him. And so they sat for a long time in silence. Once she said softly, " I'm so sorry, dearest." Ques- tions, she saw, could not help him, and she did not know how to say her sympathy. She understood without words that Jasper had in some way played his father false, and she yearned over the man who in a few hours was to be her husband, with an awed sense of what such a falsity must mean to him. The letter shocked her when she read it, but it could not sharpen her pain for him. Jasper explained that he could not hold himself bound by the understanding under which his father apparently supposed him to have taken a half share in the profits of the range, and that he must decline to surrender to Philip any share in it. He " stood upon the articles of partner- ship, giving him the rights of an equal partner, for a term of years." The rest was made up of phrases. He would be BENEFITS FORGOT. 21 very glad to offer his brother employment on the range ; would be " most happy to afford him every "... trusted that " such an arrangement between them might be mu- tually "... hoped that this " would be accepted in the spirit in which " . . . ; was sure that his father must feel that " business is always business " ; and, disclaiming any motive of greed or animosity, begged him to believe that he remained his " most affectionate son." Margaret did not dare look at the stricken man beside her when she had finished this. " If he had only died ! " he moaned. " Oh, I know, James ; I know ! " she murmured, with an uncertain caress. "Do you, dear ? " He looked up dully. Something vital seemed to have gone out of him. His haggard look appalled her. She shrank from it with a fluttering glance. " No, no," he said ; " you don't know. You should be glad you can't. You must have cared for a child in sickness and in health, and done things for his sake, and been through all sorts of weather with him, and scolded his badness, and loved his lovableness, to know." " Of course, of course," whispered Margaret, mechan- ically, because she could not find the right words, if, in truth, there were any. " You can guess, dear," he said, " and it's good of you ; but to know you ought to have watched his growth, with its touching likeness to your own growth ; and have seen the little armful of flesh, with the tiny, beating heart, that you were once afraid you would stop with a rough clasp, grow to be a man, with a man's comfortable power over the world into which he came so unknowingly — and with a man's awful capacity for right and wrong." He 22 BENEFITS FORGOT. sighed. " Yes, yes," he went on with a note of bitter- ness ; " you must have done what you could to help him to a place in the world,"— his voice broke,—" and perhaps you ought really to have been both father and mother to him," he added, with the ghost of his smile : " his friend, as you stood in the place of his mother ; his comrade, as you were in fact his father, to know. Thank heaven, you don't know, Margaret ! " The patient desolation of his tone touched her inex- pressibly. She took his hand in both of hers, studying it absently a moment, and one might have thought she meant to raise it to her lips ; but, struggling against the tears in her voice, she said, " Ingratitude, though, James — isn't it much of a piece wherever you find it, and — and suffer from it? I can understand that, I think." She paused, biting her lip for self-control. " Oh, it is cow- ardly!" she broke out. "Doesn't it seem so, dear? Cowardly and brutal ! " Her arm slipped about him again, as she searched for these blundering words of help- fulness. She would have given the world to reach and soothe the pang which she seemed to herself to be merely moving about in a helpless circle. The unyielding tradi- tion in which she had been nurtured, and which possessed her less since she had let herself love him, but which still was mistress of her, had never been so irksome. At the moment she longed to be the creature of some sunnier land, the women of which do not have to wonder how they shall comfort those they love, who have a nat- ural language for affection. But the honesty in her would not suffer her to express more than she could feel instinctively. " Who — who but a coward," she went on chokingly, " could wrong so unanswerably as ingratitude BENEFITS FORGOT. 23 wrongs — so far past help, so deep beyond protest ; so deep, deep down that the mere thought of lifting a voice against it is a misery, a nausea, a degradation ! " He leaped up. " Yes, yes," he cried, with impatient energy ; " but one can act, must act when the thing's past talk. Where did I leave my hat, Margaret ? " He took her by both shoulders, with a sudden impulse, and looked for a moment into her eyes. She took fright at his set face, in which, save the tenderness for her, there was scarce anything of sanity. " What — what are you going to do ? " she asked, under her breath. He clenched his hands, as he turned from her, and caught up his hat, which lay on the sofa. " Oh, I don't know, my girl ! I don't know ! My worst, I suppose." He was flinging himself out of the door. " James ! " she murmured reproachfully. He turned and kissed her. " In an hour," he whispered, and was gone before she could utter one of all the pleadings that hung upon her lips. She tremblingly watched him untie his horse. Every movement of his hands was charged with an angry energy that terrified her. Her heart leaped in fear at the wrathful twitch with which he loosed the knot that they had been laughing at together twenty minutes back ; and she cowered at the ugly cut under which the pony shrank, as Deed set off at a gallop. Was this the good, the gentle man she loved ? She put her hands to her eyes to shield them from the mem- ory of the look on his face, as he parted with her. It was like the look of unreason — such a look as one recalls in explanation of a terrible event, after it has befallen. 24 BENEFITS FORGOT. II. It was rather more than an hour before he returned, and Margaret had time to think of many things. She trembled at the thought of what he might be doing at any moment of her watching, and waiting, and poking of the fire. She recalled all that she knew of his hot and reck- less temper ; she told over to herself all that she had ever heard from others of the relentless fixity with which he carried out a thing on which he was resolved. She knew sadly the quality of his temper, of course ; her experiences of it could hardly have failed to be numer- ous and bitter, in the time which had elapsed since she had known him. It was the chief flaw in his character. In accounting for it to herself, she said, when she was not fresh from suffering from some manifestation of it, that no doubt it went along inevitably with his generous and impulsive heart. She was ignorant about such things, and about men in general, but she had never known any one so entirely good, and kind, and open-hearted, and she told herself it was not for her to measure or question the cor- relative fault that must always go with a great virtue like that. She had moments of grave doubt about this, of course, and her doubt had been a minor reason among the controlling ones which had caused her to refuse him at first. When she finally discovered that she loved him, it didn't" matter ; nothing seemed to matter then. She now thought of his temper as one of the things she would set herself to modify — or, rather, to help him about — when they were married. What was marriage for, if not for some such mutual strengthening and improvement ? BENEFITS FORGOT. 25 Something Yertner had told her when she first came, and at which she had laughed at the time, recurred to her. It still made her smile, but in a frightened way. Vertner had heard it in Leadville. It was apropos of the grim strength of purpose which every one felt in Deed. Some one had come to a young lawyer there, to offer him a case in which Deed was engaged on the other side, and had been asked to " come off ! " " Ain't you got more sense," inquired the practitioner, expressively, " than to take half a day out of a ten-dollar-a-day job to come and set me on to Deed in a case where he's got the ghost of a show ? Never saw him grip his fist, like that, in a court of law, did you ? Thought not. Must is must about that time, young man. There ain't no two ways to a burro's kick. I've been there. In fact, I was there day before yesterday. Beaten ? No, sir ; I wasn't beaten. ' I was cyclonized. I was taken up by the toes of my boots, and swung round and round with one of the prettiest rotary motions you ever saw, and banged against the top of Uncompaghre Peak, out there. No one but myself would have thought it worth while to pick up what was left of me, I suppose. But I did it ; and I picked up too much sense at the same time to try it again. Why, that man's got more knowl- edge of the law, and more raw grit, and hang on, and stick to'n — " he questioned the air with uplifted arm for a com- parison — " well," he ended hopelessly. " I'll tell you what it is," he went on, with renewed grip of language ; " for them that likes monkeying with the buzz-saw, there ain't nothing like it, short of breaking a faro-bank. It's straw- berries and cream to that sort. But to peaceably disposed citizens like you and me, Charlie, there ain't nothing at all, anywhere, like staying pleasantly and sociably to home, 26 BENEFITS FORGOT. and letting the saw hum its merry little way through the other fellow's fingers." From time to time Margaret would go to the window, and look wistfully down the road. The expression on her round, shrewd, suggestive, wise little face at these times would have helped an observer to understand the look which made her seem older than her twenty-nine years ; it was the authoritative look of experience. The look of over-experience that sometimes fixes itself, to the sadness of the beholder, on the face of a woman who has been down into the fight for bread with men, had passed by Margaret's inextinguishable womanliness ; but she had not led an easy life ; and one saw it in her face — a face proportioned with a harmony that strangely failed to make it beautiful. Her eyes, which were small and bright, were deeply set under a high and well-modelled brow, from which the hair was brushed straight back in a way that must have been unbecoming to another type of face, but which was ad- mirably suited to her own. In falling over her shapely little ears, the silky brown hair waved in a fashion pleas- ant to see. Her mouth, which was small and daintily made, wore an expression of unusual firmness. In conversation she would fix her animated hazel eyes in absorbed attention on the face of the person with whom she spoke, and when the talk was of serious things, a deep, far-away look would suddenly possess these eyes. She had an extraordinarily sweet smile, and there was a gentle and kindly soberness in her expression. She was well and compactly made, yet her effect was unimposing. She seemed short and slight. She had a well-kept little effect in her dress and the appointments of her person ; but no BENEFITS FORGOT. 27 one would have accused Margaret of knowing anything about dress. She was rather discreetly clothed than dressed in the sense of adornment. She wore white cuffs at her wrists and a narrow collar at her throat, fastened by a brooch of gold wrought in an old-fashioned pattern. Margaret was not smiling when Beatrice came in, some time after Deed had gone, and found her with her head pressed against the pane. She turned her tearful face away as Beatrice drew her to her. Mrs. Vertner, one saw, had been quite recently a pretty woman, and she was still young — a year or two younger than Margaret. The brilliant expression which had distinguished her among all her acquaintance in her young girl days in Newton (the Boston Newton), where she was still remembered as a clever girl who had made an inexplicable marriage, was overlaid, for the most part, by a look of anxiety and harassment, due to the con- ditions of her life. She made her housekeeping as little a sordid, crude, and ugly business as she could, and took its difficulties light-heartedly; but housekeeping in a Western town that has still to " get its growth " is at best a soul-wearing affair. Just now she suffered under the rule of a Swedish maid-servant who knew no English, and whose knowledge of cooking was limited to a fine skill in broiling steak insupportably, and a vain address in the brewing of undrinkable coffee. " Crying, little one ? " she asked affectionately. " Won't you do something a wee bit like some one else, dear, one of these days, and let me be by to see it? That's a good girl." She kissed her, with a laugh. " But stay odd all the rest of the time, Margaret. I shouldn't like you if you weren't odd, you know — not 28 BENEFITS FORGOT. even if you were ever so little less odd. If I want you to be conventional, it is only for a moment, to see how it would seem. Come! Other brides smile. Try one smile ! " she pleaded. And at Margaret's helpless amuse- ment, she snatched her from the window, and, humming a vague air, which defined itself in a moment as one of the Waldteufel waltzes, she beat time for a second, laugh- ing in Margaret's bewildered, tear-stained face, and caught her away into a romping dance. " There ! " she cried, as she sank upon the sofa, breath- less with laughing and dancing. " I've shaken you into sorts, I hope, and you're ready for the ceremony — or will be, if you'll ever get yourself dressed. Not that I call it dressed, to wear that grey — oh, I don't mean that, Maggie dear," she exclaimed at a pained look on Margaret's face. She crushed Margaret to her in a devouring embrace. " Or, rather, I do," she added honestly ; " but I didn't mean to say it. ~No ; you'd better wear it," she went on, at some sign of hesitation from Margaret. " It will go beautifully with all the rest of it. Margaret Der- wenter," she cried, with an affectation of seriousness, "shall I tell you something? You will never be mar- ried." She retired for the effect, but fell upon her with all the armoury of woman's peace-making at Margaret's start. " Literal ! " she cried. " Will you never take things less hard ? As if I meant it ! What I did mean sounds foolish after you've taken it like that. But I may as well say it. I don't believe the marriage ceremony is going to marry you as it does other women, Margaret; and you needn't tell me it is. If you are ever married, it will be by yourself ; yes, I mean it — by a kind of slow process of consent to the affair. Of course you will have BENEFITS FORGOT. 29 a proper respect for the ceremony, and you will think it has married you. But women like you, Maggie, — not that there are any, — are not married in that way. Now, I was married when I left the church, and everybody knew it." Margaret laughed, not on compulsion this time, and, catching her arm about Beatrice's waist, drew her to the window to look down the road with her for Deed's coming. Almost any part of Margaret's history, before the time when she began to teach, and, by a curious arrangement of her own, to see the world, must wrong, or at least mis- speak, in the telling the gentle and sweet-natured woman she had become. From the first she had ideas ; and it would be hard to say what one must call the ambition which gave purpose and meaning to her young days. From the point of view of her grandmother's farm-house on a bleak New England hill, the pursuit of what she called culture represented to Margaret during these days an inspiration, an intellectual stimulus, and a rule of life. It would be a quarrelsome person who would not suffer any one to get what fun he might out of the idea of culture for culture's angular dear sake ; and as an alternative to the apples and cider, the mite-societies, the " socials," and the lectures which in winter stand for mental diversion in the back country of New England, it has advantages. But if some one said that the theory of life which it implies lacks ease, atmosphere, curves, lacks even, to say the worst of it at once, the sense of humour, only one who had a great many such New England winters in him ought to say a word. 30 BENEFITS FORGOT. Margaret, in her pursuit of this mystic culture, con- ceived education to he, until her education was done, an affair possessing length, breadth, and thickness. It is to be feared that she even " improved " her opportunities. They were not many, poor girl, until she left the New Hampshire village for her first stay in New York, where she studied at a school in which she spent a year learning that she was the only pupil who regarded its advantages as precious privileges. Then she left it for Vassar, which was, at least, not touched with sham. She found here other girls with her thought about education; and she went about the erection of her structure of intelligence with an energy which presently sent her home to her grand- mother ill. The structure remained her point after her return, however ; and the reader who knows anything of this habit of thought should not need to be told that she looked upon it, not as a dwelling that she should one day inhabit, much less as a temple which should one day inhabit her, but as a shrine the graceful proportions of which it was the final privilege to set forever within one's blessed sight. At nineteen Margaret was more in the way to becoming that distressing product of our felicitous new ways of thinking about women and about education — the female prig — than a friendly biographer would like to record. Her escape from such a fate was due to circumstances outside her control. In the midst of one of the summer vacations she took up a copy of the " Springfield Eepub- lican," to learn that the little competence left her by her father had been embezzled, with more important trust funds, by an unscrupulous executor. Soon after, her grandmother died. Every Sunday morning, from the BENEFITS FORGOT. 31 time when Margaret had come to her as a child, she had lain in bed, this estimable lady, thinking how she would change on Monday in Margaret's favour the will which bequeathed all she had to a charity. On Sunday morn- ing a late breakfast gave time for reflection on such sub- jects ; but on Monday there was never any time at all. And on one of the Mondays which was to have wit- nessed the fulfilment of her resolve, she died in Margaret's arms. The double catastrophe had many lessons for Margaret. She sorrowed for her grandmother bitterly out of the sim- ple and loving heart which no system of cultivation could have educated out of her ; and she never thought of blam- ing the neglect which had left her with the problem of earning her living close upon her. The money lost through the executor's rascality troubled her solely as an educated girl — a girl with duties, with responsibilities to her self-development. It would be putting it too crudely to say that she grieved for the loss of the money because one might have bought such a lot of culture with it : travel, that is, and the leisure for study, and the sight of good pictures, and the knowledge of all the " cultivated " things. But it is only the expression that is at fault : her idea hovered very near this thought. As she could not have the thing in one shape, she determined to buy it for herself in another. It was necessary that she should provide for herself, and she conceived the enterprising notion of making this necessity serve her purpose. She " taught " ; but she gave the heavy-hearted word a meaning of her own by procur- ing, through a friend of her father in Boston (after a year spent in school- teaching), a position as travelling governess 32 BENEFITS FORGOT. with a family which put several of her favourite novels to shame by treating her as one of the species. She made the tour of Europe with these people, with what she called, in her letters to one of her college friends, " most satisfying results." She did not mean to the busi- ness man's children whom she was teaching, but to what she might have called her own " mental progress." The business man, when he called the results " satisfactory," meant something separated by the distance between any two of the planets from the idea contained in Margaret's word ; but his word was at least as much reward as she had expected, outside her salary, for her faithful efforts to decant some of her knowledge into the minds of the business man's children. When she was back in America again, she recklessly sat down and waited for another engagement looking to the same ends. This time she wanted to go to Japan, and she kept the advertisement in which her wishes were succinctly stated in the " Nation " and in the " Tribune " until a family discovered itself intending towards Japan, and desiring a governess of Margaret's capacity, tempera- ment, and terms. It will be seen that this was a woman of energy, of in- dependence, and of original ideas ; but so much lies on the surface. To make it at all clear how she contrived to rec- oncile these rather aggressive qualities to the softest and gentlest womanhood there need be, one must have known her. To be sweetly firm ; to be gifted with the kind of lucidity that does not roil one's own commonplace mud- dle of a mind by its mere existence ; to know, and not to know you know ; to hold immoderate opinions in a mod- erate way ; to be transfigured by energy, and yet consent BENEFITS FORGOT. 33 to the propriety of your neighbour lying on his sofa ; to perceive that the boundaries of the State of New York, or even — though this is asking a good deal — the confines of the British Isles, do not limit the imaginable, not to say ladylike, regions of our globe : in a word, to be toler- ant — these are great matters. It can hardly discredit Margaret with any reasonable soul to own that she failed, for the most part, to realize all these excellences; but they had become the tormenting measure of her ideal some time before she met Deed, on a visit to Beatrice Vertner (the one friend she had made at her New York school) at her home in Colorado. It was mainly the travel which she had sought as gratifying her aspirations towards culture which disabused her of her young feeling about that ignis fatuus ; the sight of the various, the populous, the instructive world furnished her with an altogether new point of view, from which she grew to pity the provincial Diana who had set out with such a fine courage to hunt down culture with her little bow and arrow. And yet the Diana remained ; and the Margaret of ten years after the Vassar days was at least as remarkable for her likeness, in remote, illusive ways, to the Margaret who had one and the same con- science for the Temple of Culture, and for the Temple of Pure Eight, as she was remarkable for her exquisite, her admirable, and her surprising difference. The new notions of life begotten of going about and seeing things had led the way ; but no one who knew her well could have been at a loss to perceive the moulding force which had done the real work of change. It was her womanliness coming in upon her, at the same time, with its incomparable enrichment, which had taught her 34 BENEFITS FORGOT. old vagaries the way to the graces of the new Margaret ; it was what one might almost have called her natural gift for womanliness which finally chastened her edges, and which, in shaping her young strenuousness to softer lines, lost for it none of the validity and justness and simple strength which had gone with her maidenly ways of thinking. And yet it is certain that one is not reared in New Hampshire for nothing ; that one does not spend four years at Vassar without bearing the Vassar mark ; above all, it is clear that no one can teach for ten years — it may be that no one can teach for an hour — and live to hide the fact. It was Beatrice who first caught sight of the familiar figures of the pony and his rider, coming np the road at a gallop, pursued by a swirl of dust. She could not be persuaded that she did not hear the baby crying, and de- scended upon the sound before Deed could reach the porch. Margaret would rather he had not tried to find a smile for her. He looked a year older than when he had left her side. They stood for a moment, when she opened the door to him, looking into each other's eyes. Then she cast her arms about him, and drew him to her with an impulse of protection, — the kind of refuge against the vexations of the world that a woman offers to the man who is dear to her, as if he were the sole sufferer from them on the planet, — and whispered some words in his ear. " I am so sorry," she said simply, as she took his arm, and led him into the room, where she had made up a brighter fire against his return. BENEFITS FORGOT. 35 He sat heavily on the sofa, and stared at the blazing piiion sticks with the look of a man whose fight is done. He looked away from her. " We musn't talk of it," he said, after a moment. " It's no stuff to make wed- ding-days of. I don't know," he went on, biting his lip, " how I am going to get my forgiveness that this should have happened as it has." She came and stood by his side. " Do you begrudge my sharing your trouble, James ? " she asked. " Would you rather have borne it alone ? I thought that was what it meant to be — " " What, dear ? " he asked tenderly. He drew her down to him, and put his arm about her. She sank on the floor beside him. "A wife," she said, blushing faintly, and looking down. Their romance was not less dear to them than if they had been younger : it was more sober, but not less valiant. " Urn," commented Deed, with a wan smile, patting her hand affectionately. She sat for a moment in a rev- erie that took no account of their trouble, and was almost happy. But catching sight of his tense and stricken face, " Something has happened," she said tremulously. " Yes ; the law can't help me," he answered wearily. " If there were nothing else, I must have let him go with his plunder, and have found heart somehow to tell Philip that I had let myself be done out of his future, with a fool's trust." "Nothing but the law? Then there is something else ? There is a remedy ? " He did not respond to the joy in her tone. " Yes," he answered gravely. 36 BENEFITS FORGOT. She started back, and rose from his side, all her fears alive in her face. " James ! " she cried incriminatingly. He sat silent, with his head in his hands. She regarded him for a mo- ment in anxious perplexity. Then she reached forth her hand, and laid it softly on his shoulder. " Yon — you are quite sure you are doing right ? " she asked gently. He withdrew himself. " Margaret ! " he cried re- proachfully. " How could I do a wrong to him ? " "You can do a wrong to yourself. You can let a longing to right yourself carry you too far," she said bravely. " Don't talk in that way, Margaret. There, was but one right and one wrong in the world. I had to have that right. What I have done is just." " Oh, I hope so ! " she cried. He was silent for a moment. He was thinking of many things. Suddenly he turned his eyes to hers, and regarded her piercingly. He took her hands in an eager pressure. "What would you do for me?" he asked at last abruptly. " My dear James, I — " began Margaret, startled. " Would you give up all that I have meant to make yours for — for me ? " His intense gaze was unbearable. She turned away. " You know I would," she murmured. "Don't think that because I am giving I have the right to take away. It's not so." " Rights, dear ? Must we talk of them ? Don't you think—" " Well ? " he asked, trying to be gentle ; but his rest- less anxiety got into his voice. BENEFITS FORGOT. 37 " That they stop, I was going to say, where love be- gins. But, James, you seem so far off — so strange." She laid a hand doubtfully upon him, and looked into his face with a questioning glance. " Would it reach you, if I said a thing like that ? " she asked. Her smile was piti- ful. " my dearest, of course I don't care. How should I ? Did I ever care ? And now, if it would make you happy—" " Must it make me happy ? " he asked. ' l Would it be worth while to you if it did not ? " " Ah, well ! " he exclaimed inconclusively, and for some minutes they did not speak. Margaret watched his absorbed face and knitted brows with a thousand rising doubts. He may have seen the pained look of inquiry on her face, for he took her clasped hands and stroked her hair thoughtfully. With her elbow on the sofa, and her head in her upturned hand, she coiled herself on the floor, and regarded the crackling fire for a long time in wistful silence. She was glad when he spoke, though all her fears cried out against what he might say. As he bent over her, speaking in a low voice, she kept her eyes on the fire. " Tell me again it would not pain you to lose it all, Mar- garet. It is not merely money. It has many sides and meanings. It is all worldly comfort, advantage, leisure, of course ; but, besides, it is freedom — freedom to do the things you have wished to do, Margaret ; the things you have not been able to do. It's not fair to ask you until you have tested it. You don't know how much you would be giving up." She smiled. " I know how much I shall be gaining if 38 BENEFITS FORGOT. — if it can serve you," she said softly, her head turned from him. He observed her with keen, grave eyes, which, as he looked, filled with tenderness. He rose and took her in his arms. " Is this my reserved Margaret ? " he asked. " Is this the quiet little woman who, a few months since, would scarcely own she loved me, and only the other day was protesting that her training had not taught her the lan- guage of affection ? " She hid her face, " What is it that you wish to do, James?" she asked anxiously, when she could raise it again. He released her without answering. After a moment he took a turn up and down the room. " You won't believe it ! " he said suddenly. He went back, and flung himself upon the sofa, with a half groan. The fire had blazed up, and in its play upon his face Margaret read the torture that was going on in him. She was beside him again in a moment. " Margaret," he said, as he caught her hand once more, " do you remember the story of Samson ? " " Surely," she answered in wonder. " Why ? " "His locks were traitorously shaven. His strength, which was all his riches, was basely taken from him by one he trusted. Then his enemies believed they had con- quered him, for his power was gone, and they had put out his two eyes. But in Gaza — do you remember, dear ? — when they were gathered to see his shame, he put forth one last, mighty effort, and pulled down the temple over their heads and his. The story has always had a noble ring to me, I don't know why. To-day it comes back BENEFITS FORGOT. 39 with special meaning. Would you mind reading it over to me, dear ? " Margaret gazed at him in trouble and uncertainty; but she went for the Bible which was her single inherit- ance from her mother. At home she always kept it on the table near her bed. Just now it was in the trunk, up-stairs. When she had found it, she brought the vol- ume to him, and, kneeling down with her arm on his knee and her face to the blaze, where she could see him by turning her head, opened quickly to the place. " ' But the Philistines took him, and put out his eyes,' " she began, " ' and brought him down to Gaza, and bound him with fetters of brass — ' " " No ; a little further on, please," said he, keeping his eyes closed. " ' And it came to pass,' " she began again, towards the the end of the chapter, " ' when their hearts were merry, that they said, Call for Samson, that he may make us sport. And they called for Samson out of the prison house ; and he made them sport ; and they set him be- tween the pillars. " ' And Samson said unto the lad that held him by the hand, Suffer me that I may feel the pillars whereupon the house standeth, that I may lean upon them. . . . "'And Samson called unto the Lord, and said, Lord God, remember me, I pray thee, and strengthen me, I pray thee, only this once, God, that I may be at once avenged of the Philistines for my two eyes.' " Deed rose abruptly, and paced the floor. Margaret read on, fearful of she knew not what. " ' And Samson took hold of the two middle pillars upon which the house stood, and on which it was borne 40 BENEFITS FORGOT. up, of the one with his right hand, and of the other with his left. " ' And Samson said, Let me die with the Philistines. And he bowed himself with all his might ; and the house fell upon the lords, and upon all the people that were therein.' " Margaret dropped the book, and looked at Deed. He was standing quite still, listening in absorption. " Was it not great ? Was it not well done, Mar- garet ? " " I don't know," she said, with a touch of preciseness which, without her will, would often make its way into her tone when matters of propriety or morality were in question. She reflected a moment. " Was it right to kill so many for revenge only ? " " It was just. His loss was not a common one. It was his two eyes." " But barbarous justice, don't you think so, dear ? It would be better to suffer under the sense of the worst wrong." "JSTo, no," said he, earnestly, almost eagerly; "to me it seems nobly done. He did not try to save himself. He perished of his own will in the general ruin." Margaret had long been watching him anxiously; but now, terrified beyond control, she burst forth, "0 James, what has Samson's story to do with you or me?" " Everything ! Everything ! " he cried. " Has not Jas- per taken my strength in teaching me to know him ? Has he not taken my eyes in robbing me of himself, and of Philip's future, at a stroke ? " He paced the floor impatiently. She put forth her BENEFITS FORGOT. 41 hand with an instinctive gesture of deprecation. His hag- gard face, with its look of determination, awed her. When she tried to cry out her voice failed her. " Margaret," he cried, pausing suddenly in his walk at some look in her face, " you would not have me bear it!" " James," she answered, " it is hard, very hard, I know ; but yes, I would bear it. What else is there for it?" " What else ? " he cried. " All else ! Why, Margaret, can you ask ? Do you think I could live, and not strike back ? Am I so weak a thing ? Am I cheated of all my power, even in your eyes ? Why, dearest — " he drew her to him, as she rose, with a tremulous motion, and surveyed her face — " why, dearest," he repeated, " I have still Sam- son's power." " Still Samson's power ? " She repeated the words helplessly. " The power to make him suffer with me," he said sternly. " The power to pull down the temple over his head." " And yours ? " " Surely. Did you think I could not find Samson's courage for Samson's remedy ? " " But you will not ! Surely you will not ! " " I have," he said, as he turned away. Margaret bowed her head. " Oh," she cried, " you said well that I could not believe it." She kept her face in her hands, catching her breath with the sobs that shook her. " Margaret ! Margaret ! " he besought her. But she did not heed. He turned away in desperation. 42 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Is it — is it irrevocable ? " she asked, when she could command herself. " Could Samson have built the temple again?" " There must be some retreat." " I have given my word." "You can buy it back again." His face hardened. " So Jasper might say," returned he. " Listen, Margaret," he entreated ; " I am within my rights — my legal rights. What would you have ? May I not do what I will with my own ? In his letter he says that he reckons his ' half interest,' as he calls it, at $75,- 000, and that he ' can't be expected to give up a thing like that.' An hour ago I sold the entire range and cattle for $25,000, without inquiring his preferences. He lias given it up," he said grimly. She looked into his eyes for a moment in silence. At last she said, " Is this sale completed?" " No ; but I am morally bound to complete it." " You shall not." "What?" " My dear James you shall not. Oh, how can I argue such a thing, if you don't see it ? It is cruel, it is wrong, it is wicked ! " " You must let me be the judge of that, Margaret," said Deed, gravely. " O James, why am I what I am to you, if I may not be your conscience, when yours — under frightful trial, I know — has left you ? You have no right to do this thing." She came close to his side. " Oh, there comes your teacher's theory of life," he cried, in unbearable irritation, " your hidebound JSTew England conscience, that will not see circumstances, that BENEFITS FORGOT. 43 refuses the idea of palliation as if it were a snare, that finds the same wrong in an act under all conditions, as if killing were always murder." "James, James," begged Margaret, quite calm and brave now, " don't talk of me. I am anything you say. Think of yourself. Consider the life of remorse you are condemning yourself to. Distrust the false passion and pride that tell you you are right now. You are wrong. Listen to me, who have nothing to gain by tell- ing you so. You are wrong." She spoke the words that came to her. " Have I not the right to make him suffer as I suf- fer?" he asked coldly. " I don't know. You have not the right to use all your rights. I am sure of that. It is what they are always telling us, but is it the less true — the world would be in- tolerable if every one demanded all he is entitled to? You must feel that. Self-surrender, self-denial, all that — are they only phrases in the books ? Are they too big and fine for our every-day world ? " She paused for a thoughtful moment, and with a glance of infinite tenderness regarded him, where he stood restlessly gnawing at his mustache, and snapping his fingers. " As if I need ask ! " she exclaimed. " As if you had ever needed anything better than just ordinary Thurs- day, Friday, and Saturday for your goodness, dear ! Don't I know it? Who ever used more every-day generosity and kindli — " " Hush, hush, Margaret ! " he insisted. " The thing's done. I tell you." The fire, which had been dying down, leaped up, and 44 BENEFITS FORGOT. glowed upon his face. The look she saw on it taught her patience. " Listen, James," she begged, fighting back the sudden tears, which, somehow, had slipped by her guard. He shook himself free from her hand with a kind of courteous impatience, and walked to the other side of the room. " Don't preach, Margaret, of all things." She gazed at him sadly. " Suppose we wait until to- morrow morning to speak of this, dear," she said gently. " I can talk to James Deed ; but his evil spirit I don't know." She tried to smile. " I am quite myself," he said almost stiffly. " Was it not I who was wounded, and in the best part of me — my love for him ? Why should it not be the best part which answers it ? " He spoke with a kind of fierce calmness, as if he were endeavouring to be gentle and reasonable with her, and found it hard. " Is it the best part which tempts to vengeance ? " she asked wearily. " I fancied you were calling it that in your heart," he said with bitterness. " And if it were ? Did not Samson call on heaven for vengeance — that was his word — ' venge- ance on the Philistines,' and was he not richly answered ? Was he not given strength for it ? " " James," sire cried in despair, " how can I argue against such frightful sophistries ? " They were both in the tense mood in which the added word snaps the bond of friendship, of blood, of love itself. "You need not," he said, as he turned from her. " We have had more than enough of argument. It does not change my intention. I shall complete the sale in the morning." BENEFITS FORGOT. 45 He was about to leave the room, but she called : "James!" "Well?" "You must not." She caught her breath, and sat hastily upon the sofa. " Pshaw ! " " I tell you you must not. I — I will not have it. I have my — my rights, as well as you ; my rights as your wife who is to be. I will not have your property — my property — thrown away for a whim." He came toward her quickly. She shrank involun- tarily. Her face was white ; she set her teeth. " Do you mean that ? " She nodded painfully. " It would have been simpler to say so in the begin- ning — not to say honester," he said with slow bitterness. " You might have spared me the pain of knowing that you could promise to give it all up, when you thought yourself secure from being held to your word. You might have saved your sermons." It was like the agony of death to hear these things from him ; but she shut her lips, and bore it. If she spoke now, she knew that her tone must belie her words. " A moment ago you said," he went on coldly, "that you had nothing to gain. Pardon me if I say that you seem to have had much. It may make you sleep easier to-night, if I tell you that you have gained it." He put his hands to his head in bewilderment, caught up his hat, and, without a glance at her, left the room. Margaret rose, and closed the door behind him. She stood a long time at the window, trying not to cry. 46 BENEFITS FORGOT. III. Eleven thousand feet above sea-level the dry air reaches the point of saturation with a kind of gasp and shiver. Philip Deed was sure of the storm, in the air half an hour before the clouds began to gather. It was the day on which he was to meet his father at Maverick ; and he had set forth in the morning from Pinon, where he had spent his unprofitable year in mining, planning to reach Bayles's Park by one o'clock, and to take the railway there for Maverick, where he expected to arrive in time for the wedding. Cutter, who also had failed in the mountains, and whose arrangements for the future were indefinite, was going to the wedding with Philip. His family had always known the Deeds in New York, and he and Philip were friends. The air grew moist, and the sky darkened as they put their horses at the ascent out of Laughing Valley, into which they had just come down from the other side. A mile up the trail they stopped on an eminence command- iug the valley, to look about. A ray of sunshine shot a half-hearted glance from behind the clouds brooding above the way they were to take. The ray was instantly swallowed up ; but the valley was swept by a momentary radiance, under which it started dazzlingly fresh and green, and took, the sudden gold on its face with a danc- ing quiver which almost excused its foolish name. The range of hills over which they had just come rose behind Laughing Valley City to the north. To the south the exit from the valley was through Eed Rock Caflon, between the narrow walls of which the Chepita fled roar- BENEFITS FORGOT. 47 ing. The sound reached them where they stood on their height at the edge of the caflon, above the scattered noises of the town, which at this hour (just before the three- o'clock shift at the mines) was as peaceful, and almost as noiseless, as if it had not been a city on all the maps. Where the Ohepita cast itself down out of the hills over Moshier's Rock, at the other end of the valley, they could vaguely see its white leap ; and then could follow its serene course through the town. Down at their feet they watched it go brawling into the canon. Quietly as it slipped through Laughing Valley City, the river gave a certain effect of life to the valley, which spread a vast green lawn at their feet, unbroken save by the huddle of buildings at its centre, and by the dumps of green or grey or red that marked the mines outside the town. The close-ranked mountains looked down from every side upon the young city; and the only apparent points of egress to the world without were those by which the river entered and left the valley — the cleft in the hills through which the Chepita hurled itself upon the fall, and the canon by which it swept away. Philip Deed was giving up his mining at Pinon be- cause his father wished it, not because he liked the easy prospect of a home and a bank-account held out to him from Maverick. The thing for which he actually cared was a life not responsible to its next minute — a life that should leave him altogether free to speculate with him- self. At twenty-three Philip Deed was an interesting subject for prophecy. It would surprise no one who knew him if he should turn out to be a great success — and this was Cutter's faith — but the betting was against it. He had a fine, straggling army of talents, and for 4 48 BENEFITS FORGOT. commander of them a gusty temper. The sound sense that would often bless him was for the most part present in the hours when he did not need it, and when he would not have been anything but sensible upon any temptation. He was wise upon impulse, and the propriety of his senti- ments in his best hours merely served to shame him when he was less wise : it did not establish a permanent state of wisdom in him. He made mistakes as other men are respectable, from instinct. He often had occasion to de- nounce himself passionately. He had a noble and un- thinking generosity, a warm heart, and a habit of taking people at their own valuation, and of owing more than he could pay. There was a generous touch even in Philip's incapacity — for it amounted to that — to perceive the delicate mo- ment at which meum melts into tuum. It was a kind of incapacity to infect an entire character, and it infected Philip's; at strange times and upon odd occasions the fibre for which one instinctively looked as the accompani- ment of other fine traits in him was missing : it was like a lacking sense, rather than a vice, as excellent people are absent-minded. It might nevertheless have been odious — Jasper said it tvas — if it had not been seen to be merely the obverse side of his generosity : what was his was yours, if you were his friend ; and it followed, as the kind of corollary to which no open-handed man would give a thought, that what was yours was his. Good-fellowship was like that ; it was one of the things that one did not question. One did not compel one's friend to ask for one's second coat when one's friend was shivering; one gave it, and asked no questions when the friend forgot to return it : that was the way of coats and friends. And BENEFITS FORGOT. 49 when the need for a coat was one's own, it was a poor compliment to one's friend if one conld not trust him for as good an understanding of the transaction as one's own. Philip had never reasoned it out— it was not the sort of thing to reason about — but this was, in general terms, his instinct about the whole business of give and take. He had an entirely good conscience about his money deal- ings, and obligations of every sort. He knew that he borrowed more than he lent, but that was because the borrowers did not come to him early enough. When he received a sum of money there were always a dozen tedi- ous people who wanted it — people to whom he owed it : they got hold of it often before he could lend it to any of the half-dozen borrowers who usually hang about such a man. About certain obligations of honour he had as sen- sitive a pride as that of his father, who never owed any- body a penny ; but he would have postponed any ordinary debt to lend ten dollars to a friend in need, and he would have had no more scruple in putting the gratification of some wish of his own before it. It was, in fact, often a race between the wish and the creditor : the kind of wish that it took some time and trouble to gratify was an ad- vantage to the creditor. When the conditions were favour- able, he would often arrive first. In fine, upon principle and in practice, Philip was always generous before he was just. He would have found it difficult to explain his theory about the propriety of being generous to himself. It was involved in the foolish pride, not unlike a sense of caste, which had given him a belief, cherished in a careless way from his boyhood and now become an instinctive feeling 50 BENEFITS FORGOT. in him, like a religion, that certain things were proper to him. Reduced to its obvious terms, it would have be- come, like a number of our more obstinate inner religions, an absurdity. Philip got along with his religion by not reducing it, by not so much as thinking of it. He acted upon it. Was it that certain insignia, a certain cere- monial, a peculiar dignity were an hereditary appanage of his station? But what was his station? If he had been brought to this, he would have urged that his station was to be Philip Deed, which might not be much, but was what it was. He could not pretend to explain. One of the more immediate results of this theory of the pre-eminence of the debt he owed permanently to himself above the accidental obligations incurred in pay- ing it, was that his unpaid bills in Pinon, over and above the money his father regularly sent him to run his mine, amounted to a trifle more than $400. The several small debts making up this sum began to be pressing, and he was glad to be leaving Pinon, not merely because the mines he had been working for himself and Jasper offered no prospect of yielding ore in paying quantities, but be- cause he saw no present means of paying these debts by his own exertions, and they had reached a point where it was inconvenient, and occasionally a little humiliating, to add to them. He meant to ask his father to lend him the money. He would be able to pay him in six months ; he knew where he could make twice $400 by that time ; and meanwhile he would pay him interest. He disliked to be borrowing from his father in the loose way he had used hitherto. They would make it a business transaction, and he should have his note. " Isn't that Pinon Mountain to the right of the big BENEFITS FORGOT. 51 dome of Ute Chief ? " he asked, as they stood on their height, looking out over the hills. " Yes ; I make it out so," said Cutter. " Melancholy sight." " Yes — oh, yes," agreed Philip, heavily. " I've been thinking of our year up there : what an ass I made of myself dropping three or four hundred days into those holes in the ground on Mineral Hill ! " « Ugh ! " grunted Cutter. " They weren't much as days, of course, but they were the best I had at the time. They might have brought me in a clear ten thousand or so if I had set them to work bank-presidenting, or something. Why — think of it ! — a fellow might have married on the earnings of those days. And there they lie at the bottom of the ' Little Ci- pher ' and the ' Pay Ore.' ' Pay Ore ' ! " he exclaimed scornfully. "Happy thought of its fairy godmother, that name." " Well, I'm not banking heavily on the ' Little Cipher.' But it was luck enough for one day to locate the ' Pay Ore.' The Eyan outfit are going to have those days out of the ' Pay Ore,' you know, Deed. There's stuff in that claim." " Yes, I know," assented Philip, indifferently ; " low- grade stuff. I don't see how it helps me that it would pay to ship if it assayed three dollars better. It might as well be a thousand." " Wait a while. It will be a thousand — a thousand better than pay dirt." Philip made a contemptuous sound, but his contempt was outward only. He believed in the future of the " Pay Ore," now that money enough was to be put into it to 52 BENEFITS FORGOT. sink the shaft to the proper depth, as men believe in the woman of their secret ideal — the woman whom they shall one day meet and love, but whose virtues it is unprofitable to discuss meanwhile. " That's all right," returned Cutter, unshakenly. " I've been down in the mine. Eyan's going to make a big stake out of his lease of the l Pay Ore.' Watch him and see. He might even take something out of the i Little Cipher.' He and Buckham know what they are about. Who sup- posed there was anything in the * Celestina ' until they took hold of it on a lease ? And now look at it. Why, they were saying in Pinon yesterday that the last assay gave a thousand dollars to the ton." " Pshaw, Cutter ! I am ashamed of that bargain with Eyan." His companion permitted himself to smile, " Well, you ought to be — the other way. You didn't get enough. Man alive, you don't suppose he and Buckham are here for their health. How many pairs of eyes do you think they need to see that you are next the ' Celestina,' and that the ' Pay Ore,' anyway, and perhaps the ' Little Cipher,' is a straight continuation of their lead?" He had raised his voice, but he lowered it to say: "Why, look here, Deed ; I'll tell you what I'll do : I'll stake my reputation as a mining engineer that they have struck a true fissure vein in the ' Celestina,' and that it dips your way." Philip laughed. " Your confidence is charming, Cut- ter — charming. If you will give me a note of introduc- tion to the person you have in mind who is prepared to furnish me with board and lodging in exchange for such confidence as that, I don't see what more I can ask." BENEFITS FORGOT. 53 The silence that fell between them recognized the existence of the subject they were shying away from. It was an hour since Philip had been handed his father's long telegram as they passed through Laughing Valley City. He had bit his lip, and turned it over to Cutter. They had found no words for it since, and were still try- ing to talk of other things. " I wonder if you'd mind, Deed, if I were to say what an awful cad that brother of yours seems to be," Cutter broke forth at last, while they still stood looking down into the valley from their eminence. Philip ground his teeth. " Hardly ; it saves me the trouble. Oh," he cried, venting the feeling he had been choking back in a help- less shout of rage, " to think of his coming it over father and me like that ! Confound it, I believe I could have stood being swindled out of my whole future, and have managed to pull a decent face about it, if he had done it like a gentleman. But this — ! The thing's so dirty, so small, so sneaking ! Why, Cutter, it's the grade of mid- night assassination. Fancy father ! The favourite son ! " He gave a scornful little laugh, and dashed his hand to his eyes. " D the fellow, anyway ! " he cried. " I swear, when I think of it, it seems too low a thing for any one who has a drop of my father's blood in him to have done. I wasn't old enough when my mother died to know her intimately, but I don't believe she was like that. And to think that I have spent a year in those cursed mountains up at Pinon, working that mine for him right alongside my own ; rising early and going to bed late ; giving up every Christian habit; denying myself every kind of decency of living — yes, forgetting how it might 54 BENEFITS FORGOT. feel to live like a gentleman ; and all of it just as much, every ounce as much, for his infernal mine as for my own ; and I get this for it. I tell you, Cutter, some things turn you sour. The beastly ingratitude of the thing makes me so sick that I can't kick against it. I haven't any kick left in me. I believe some day, when I am cooler about it, I shall be sorry for the fellow for being such a devil of a cad. And to think that he is my brother — yes, and my father's son ! " " Pshaw ! He'll never stick to that point, Deed. It's too indecent." "Won't he!" cried Philip. "You've got a lot to learn about Jasper. He'll not only stick to it, but he'll prove that he's right. And what's more, he will think so himself. Jasper wouldn't do anything he didn't think right. He'll think it right if it chokes him. He has done the right thing, and done it at the right time, ever since I can remember ; and I've always admired it in him. A man can't help admiring a quality so remote from him- self as that, you know," he said bitterly. " Jasper isn't the kind of fool to chuck away a year in a place like Pinon. He knows better, and I respect him for it. His discretion and propriety, that habit of his of doing the wise and sensible thing while I was lucklessly going to some new style of dogs every six months or so, and disap- pointing my father — you can't think, Cutter, what an im- pression that makes on a younger brother. Jasper's very schoolmasters used to praise him, and even then I knew they were right, and that I had earned my stool in a cor- ner for shirked lessons. As early as that he had a sort of instinct for the buttered side of life, and you see he hasn't forgotten it. You ought to have played marbles with a BENEFITS FORGOT. 55 boy for * keeps ' to really understand a man, you know, Cutter." " Oh, come ! " said Cutter. " His habit of being right isn't going to help him to hold that ranch against your claim. Your father will have him out of that before we get to Maverick. Jasper isn't the only man who knows law." " Humph ! Poor father ! " sighed Philip. He lighted a cigarette. " He won't have much heart left for law, I'm afraid. His way is a quicker way. I can't think what would have happened to Jasper if he had told that to father instead of writing it. Like him to use a letter for it ! Father doesn't bear things well, you know. They make him wild, just at first. It's part of Jasper's discre- tion that he knew better than to stand up and tell him such a thing. I believe father would have had to kill him." " And that is the kind of man you think likely to sit down under such an injury .and twirl his thumbs?" " Hardly. He won't be sitting down. He will be raging about. But it won't do him any good. We've only got the barest facts ; but you can figure out a good deal if one of your known quantities is character ; and if you know Jasper's character you may be sure that he's behind the strongest kind of fortress, if it comes to that. The law can't touch him, I'll wager. Jasper always knows what he is about ; he's got his earthworks piled sky high. You might as well try to storm that cliff over there." He pointed to the sheer lift of rock opposite them. " It would be a pity, I'm sure, if a man's going to abuse a trust, if he shouldn't make a good job of it. Poor father ! That's what cuts him up, I know. He trusted the fellow, 56 BENEFITS FORGOT. you see. Trusted him ! Heavens ! He loved him ! Pshaw ! Let's talk of something else, Cutter. "What's become of your trouble ? Come, I don't want to monop- olize all the fun. Tell me, old fellow," he said, laying his hand on the other's shoulder ; " do you hear any- thing?" Cutter bit an end off the cigarette he had just lighted, and nibbled at the tendrils of tobacco nervously. He glanced with a vengeful look at the stony wall opposite, as he cast the cigarette out into the air, and watched it fall in a wavering line into the canon, a thousand feet be- neath them. " No ; nothing," he answered at last. " And you want to ? " " Want to? You don't suppose I have any will about it, do you ? A man in love, as you may find out some day, Deed, is away past ' want ' and ' not want.' It's all < must.' " " Yes," admitted Philip, sententiously ; " it's been de- scribed to me that way. But one would say — " " Of course they would ; and awfully easy it is to say, when it's somebody else, and the girl doesn't happen to be the archetype of girlhood, and the one maiden arranged for you from the beginning of time, and possessed of the only smile and the only droop of eyelid you have any use at all for, and all the rest of it. They babble about the happiness of love until a man has to try it, as he tries smoking, because it seems at the time about the most in- teresting experience one can buy ; but it is a good deal like the smoking when you have taken a puff or two at it : your cigar lias a Havana wrapper, ' as advertised ' ; it's the Hoboken filler that breaks you up." Philip roared at the gloomy face with which Cutter BENEFITS FORGOT. 57 said this ; but his companion's countenance kept its rue- fulness. It was a year since Cutter's easy life had been given a violently new twist by Elsa Berrian's refusal of him. He had left New York immediately after, in a passion of rage, humiliation, and love, and his hurt was still fresh in him. The day on which she refused him held more instruc- tion for Cutter about the constitution of human society than he had gathered in the entire preceding twenty-four years. Perhaps most men can look back to such days, when life closed about them with a kind of rigour, and they fought their way through the desperate view of the excessive and useless hardness of things (which suggested suicide as a natural and not unpicturesque remedy) to the mixed doggedness and pluck that enabled them to rise next morning, and have a try, at least, at the inexorability of Fate. Cutter, when he had tasted the dregs of this species of learning, was, to his own sense, a stalking re- pository of melancholy wisdom. He had thought his misery must make all things indif- ferent. But when he snatched at Philip's suggestion that he should go West with him, he had not supposed it would be so unlike New York. He had what he called his " pro- fession " — he had studied mining engineering for two years at Columbia — but the demand for his inexperience at Pinon left him plenty of time to wish he had not been in such a hurry to leave a life which was arranged for him, and which he understood, for the crude West. His dissatisfaction may not have been altogether unconnected with the fact that at home he had been a young man about town with a rich father, who did not object to his 58 BENEFITS FORGOT. idling until he should have found the thing he wanted to do ; while at Pinon every one was a worker, and was grossly, even brutally, intolerant of any one who was not. He was going to stay a year, though. He was resolved upon that. He would have felt it to be a confession that he lacked " sand " to give it up earlier ; and he was really too heart-sick about Elsa to be able to think with patience of revisiting New York for a long time to come. It ended in his forcing his habit of laziness into regular application to such business as found its way to him, and, for the first time, he began to study mining engineering in earnest. He felt, after a few months of life in Pinon, as if he had " had a great deal of nonsense knocked out of him." He liked the outdoor life, and, when he could keep the old Cutter under, he got along fairly well with the men with whom his business brought him in contact. But it was perhaps because, after all, he could not help letting them see that he could imagine nobler, not to say more interesting, examples of the race than they, that he was a failure at Piflon, when all was said. It was not quite his fault. It was not to be expected that he should at once be able to rid himself of the New York theory of life ; and that, other things being equal (though other things had a hard time of it to be equal under such conditions), a man should not seem somehow a better man to whom such words as Wallack's, Daly's, Del's, the Union League, the Academy, Brown's, suggested the same host of associations that they suggested to him. This was, of course, no more than the deathless and in- vincible New York conceit, which amuses the country at all times ; but it was perhaps dearer to him than to the BENEFITS FORGOT. 59 usual New Yorker, because he had for a number of years had nothing better to do than to foster it. It was his mis- fortune that he had somewhat less than the usual tact, which helps other New Yorkers to cloak their sense of an obvious superiority ; but it was happily his luck not to be a snob in any sense or degree. Philip, who had long since accepted the West, and whose direct habit of thought removed him from the temptation of remaining the critical outsider who analyzes the situation it is his main duty to be living, was never tired of making game of Cutter's crude struggles to be crude, and of his habit of pettifogging with his temporary Western lot. He had been accustomed to defend him when he was ridiculed in Pinon ; but in the privacy of the cabin which the two occupied together on Mineral Hill, he guyed Cutter's amusing fopperies as much as the camp could have desired. Cutter continued to apply his daintiness to the coarse exigencies of Western life with a smile, and good-humouredly went on being in his dress the most elegant rowdy that ever was. He was a picturesque figure when in full regalia, with his fire-new chapereros, his nickel-plated spurs, his spotless sombrero, on which he kept a fresh leather band at all times, his English riding- boots, and his crop. His revolver was of the latest make, and his cartridge-belt looked as if he never used it. Cutter's faults, like this little foible of his, were for the most part on the surface. Beneath them all he was as simple, honest, and manly as any one need be ; and men who had need of a loyal friend sought Lenox Cutter. The self-confidence, which was not quite conceit, and the touch of selfishness which went with it, were of that not too in- sistent sort which women are accustomed to the need of 60 BENEFITS FORGOT. condoning in the men of their acquaintance daily, and which men — because they know how much of both quali- ties a man needs to earn a living — are accustomed to tol- erate so long as the like qualities in themselves are not trodden upon. The clouds had been gathering while they talked, and hung, a threatening black bank, in the west as Cutter, turning away from Philip's laugh, glanced at them. " We are going to catch it," he said. " Shall we go on?" Philip put out his hand from his pony to test the air. The harsh damp that had fallen on the day made itself felt between his interrogating thumb and forefinger. " I must, you know. They will be looking for me at Maverick to-day. I couldn't risk being snowed up down there in Laughing Valley City for a week or two. But you must wait, Cutter. There's nothing to hurry you." " Pshaw, we shall get to Bayles's Park before the fun begins. Anyway, we'll see it out together, unless you want to get rid of me." " You're a brick, Cutter ; but you'd better stay. I am going to have company, whether or no, I think." He nodded towards the town. " Down the trail there — do you see ? " Cutter, following the direction of his nod, saw a large crowd of men on horseback issuing from the town, which, a few moments earlier, had seemed depopulated. They had just passed the last group of cabins, on the outskirts of the settlement, and were riding at a canter up the first rise of the long hill which the young men had climbed half-way. In the still air the talk of the company rose BENEFITS FORGOT. 61 loudly. It was plain that an unusual event had called them forth. " Let's have the glass," said Cutter, suddenly. " Fact ! " he exclaimed, after a moment. " There's a young girl among them, riding alongside the tall fellow in front. See ? " Philip took the glass Cutter handed him, and scanned the party. " By Jove ! " He studied the shouting throng anxiously for a moment. " I don't more than half like the look of that crowd, Cutter. The girl— why, man, she's—" " Rather ! See how she bears herself at the head of that crazy lot. A lady ? She's a queen." " Yes," assented Deed, musingly, while he kept the glass upon the moving group. " But the man in the cen- tre — what do you make of him ? " "Which?" asked Cutter, taking the glass. "The clerical-looking chap ? " " Yes ; I thought he looked like a clergyman." " He is, too, by George. See here, Deed, there's going to be a circus here of some sort. We'll have to see this thing out." Philip nodded. "Do you notice how all the gestures point his way ; and how they seem to be shouting at him, and keeping him in the centre, while he sits his horse with- out a word. Do you know, I believe lids the row." Cutter's restless pony would not stand while he turned the glass on the crowd again. He got oif, and, putting an arm through the rein, made an attentive observation. " It can't be," he said at length. "What?" " That they are running him out of town." 62 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Why, my dear fellow, it fits in perfectly with all you're in the habit of pretending you believe about the cloth." " Stuff ! I never said they were rascals," said Cutter, keeping the glass to his eyes. He put the glass down, and remounted. "What do you make of the girl's relation to him ? " asked Philip after a moment. " Oh, daughter, I suppose. She doesn't look as if she belonged to any of the rest of the mob." " Careful there, Cutter ; careful ! " He was straining his eyes through the glass. " Some of them may be Eng- lishmen. In fact, I think I see a viscount. That's no way to speak of the imported article." The group was coming within easy eye-shot. A shout that went up at the moment sounded close by. "The imported article has a domestic howl," said Cutter. " Yes ; and it's getting precious near. We mustn't let them find us studying them." With one of the silent twitches of the rein understood by cattle-ponies, they put their horses into a canter, and passed out of sight of the crowd by a turn in the trail, which writhed about the hill until, near the summit, it pushed forth in the direction of their journey, and be- gan to find its way loftily along the walls of Eed Eock Canon. The winding trail brought them in a moment to a point just above that which they had left, and, looking down from behind a pile of rocks shielding them from observation, they saw the party halted there. It was a shaggy mob, not carrying out in its dress its suggested English birth and breeding. BENEFITS FORGOT. (53 It seemed to be made up of all classes of the town's population. Those in the group at the left, with clay- grimed trousers stuffed in their boots, were from the mines, and, in one or two instances, the candles which they had apparently neglected to put down in their haste were carried by the steel hooks upon their fingers. The two wearing white shirts (the rest were clothed in the flannel of the West) had a hard look, and might be gam- blers. The shopkeepers, who had come along to see the fun, were to be distinguished by the eccentricity of allow- ing their trousers to drape themselves outside their boots. There were a couple of cow-boys, with chapereros, spurs, and sombreros, and with lariats coiled about their saddle- pommels. Most of the crowd carried their weapons in sight. Some of the revolvers were to be seen peeping from saddle-holsters. The cow-boys wore their " guns " in cartridge-belts about their waists. It was a threaten- ing-looking lot ; yet, when the leader drew his fat black revolver from his belt, and began to toy with it, his play- ful use of it seemed merely a waggish substitute for the hems and haws of other public speakers. The crowd, grouping itself about him, arraigned the clergyman before them, and somewhat apart (still on his horse), with that eye for the scenic and dramatic which plays its unconscious share in all the extra-legal functions assumed by the people in the country beyond the Missis- sippi. The tone in which the leader addressed the clergy- man was peremptory, certainly ; but his address had its humorous moments, and once — when, from the pitch of his voice, the listeners above guessed that he was bur- lesquing the hortatory clerical manner — the guffaw greet- ing the bit of farce showed how the sovereign people may 64 BENEFITS FORGOT. find rewards even in the solemn and painful duty of ad- ministering justice. Philip watched the scene intently. " We shall have to take a hand in this," he whispered at last. " They mean to lynch him." " No, no," answered Cutter, under his breath ; " the leader is beginning on a set of resolutions. They don't resolve at lynching-bees ; they act. Besides, what would they be doing with the girl ? They are running him out." Philip said nothing, but glanced thoughtfully at the clouds, which had been folding hill after hill while they waited, and had now totally obscured the mountains, which, in fair weather, seemed so near Laughing Valley City that it appeared at times as if one might touch them by stretching out one's hand. The vapour scurried close above them. They knew that their own hill must be out of sight from the town. The air grew chillier. " Perhaps they might better lynch him," said Philip, at length. "Do you remember when they ran that tin- horn gambling outfit out of Pinon ? It was just such a day as this has been — all sun until ten o'clock. You sur- veyed the ' Little Cipher ' and the ' Pay Ore ' for me that morning, and the weather couldn't have been fairer. But how it got its back up after they were escorted out of camp ! It wasn't an hour before the town was trying to find itself." " Yes," admitted Cutter. « It snowed." " Snowed ? You couldn't see the electric lights until you ran against the poles. And those fellows, wandering towards shelter in that storm, without a horse, and with no telegraph-poles to guide them to Castaway Springs — I know, you always say the vigilance committee couldn't suppose ifc was going to snow. But when they brought BENEFITS FORGOT. 65 the bodies in the week after — do you remember ? — it was awful to see the camp find its conscience. Absolutions would have had a livelier sale than whiskey in Pinon, that day, I've often thought." "The wind isn't right for an old-fashioned blizzard to-day," said Cutter, divining his thought. " You and I and the minister will get through all right if they'll only start him ; but they'll have to get a move on soon." " I wasn't thinking of him," said Philip. " Why, great heaven ! Deed, you don't suppose they are going to send her along ? " " Send her ? No. But she'll do what she likes, I think ; and you don't believe she'll desert her father, do you?" Deed took the glass from its case again, and directed it to where the girl stood withdrawn at a considerable distance, out of ear-shot, gazing on the scene with a face of anxious misery. He had not seen her closely before. She seemed a young girl. She might be twenty or twenty- one, not more. " By Jove ! " he exclaimed, in a low tone. Cutter took the glass he offered. " She is pretty," he admitted. " Pretty ! " cried Philip. Cutter smiled. " Well, do you want to go down and rescue her? I'm with you." "From what? Don't you see what delicate consid- eration and courtesy they use towards her ? See the tall one standing guard over her privacy with averted eyes. And didn't you notice, as they came up the hill, how first one and then another would ride forward to see if there was anything he could do for her? Why, those fellows QQ BENEFITS FORGOT. are knights, you know, Cutter, when it comes to regard for a woman — especially a woman above them. By George, she has an air ! " He spent a long moment watching her through the glass. " She is the princess they treat her like ; and she can unbend, too. See the gracious smile she gives her subject-captor — the tall fellow. He's been offering to fetch her an ice from the north pole, and she has declined, with the sort of grace that makes denial a favour." The leader folded the paper from which he had been reading the resolutions, and stuck it in his belt. Philip, turning his glass on the minister, caught the glance of uneasy scorn with which he awaited the next, movement of his persecutors. It was violent only in its sarcasm: they lifted their wide-brimmed hats as one man, and made way for him to pass. The unanimity and silence with which this was accomplished would have been impressive if it had not been rather laughable. The minister winced, but straightened himself immediately on his horse, and rode by the ordeal of the row of eyes, fixed contemptuously upon him, with proudly lifted head. Jack Devine, the leading saloon-keeper of the town, bridled in imitation of his haughty carriage, and a smile ran about. The minis- ter continued to look before him, implying his indifference as well as he might by the walk out of which he scorned to press his horse. The crowd seemed under the spell of its own silence, and no jeer broke from it until the minis- ter had passed the last man, and was on his way up the hill. A jocose stone or two pursued him amid the derisive yells that now rose, and one of the group, creeping nimbly up behind, smote the horse resoundingly with a cudgel. BENEFITS FORGOT. 67 The beast gave a snorting bound, and leaped forward up the steep at a gallop. The clergyman's hat — an English parson's wideawake — was blown from his head by the sudden movement, and his dignity was scattered upon the wind which wafted it from him towards the crowd, and which blew his thin locks out behind as the horse scampered up the uneven ascent, reckless of rocks and turns. Philip had seen the girl's streaming eyes as she started to follow him and was gently withheld ; and now he saw her dry her tears with a start of indignation, and point imperiously to the flying hat. The tall young man beside her made after it, and returned it humbly to her. She nodded her thanks, and at the same moment, with a dex- terous hand, wheeled her horse, and with a smart touch of the whip set off at a run after her father. The thing was done so quickly that no one had time to interfere, and all stood gazing stupidly after her for a moment. Then the tall young man gave his pony the spur, and followed her. His animal's clattering hoofs on the rocks urged her horse on, and he did not overtake her until she was rounding the summit on which the young men awaited, unseen, the issue of the scene below. He appeared to entreat her ; she shook her head vigorously, and put his hand down from her rein with a firm but not unkind briskness. She gave him a smile through her tears, and he rode on with her. The young men followed. It had begun to snow. G8 BENEFITS FORGOT. IV. The Eev. G-eorge Maurice's difficulty with the vigi- lance committee at Laughing Valley City was the climax of the ill will which began to show itself against him in the town a month or two after his arrival there from his last parish, in Dakota. He had failed with these people not merely because he lacked the cardinal virtue of the West, adaptability, though certainly he was tactless enough, and would often rasp the sensibilities of those whom he would willingly have pleased. Nor had he failed altogether because he was arbitrary and dictatorial ; no doubt his congregation could have borne that cheer- fully from a man they respected — indeed it is not certain that they might not have liked him the better for being a bit of a bully. If they had been asked to lay a finger on the source of their dissatisfaction with him, they would probably have had to own that they couldn't. However, that was not a thing to make them less dissatisfied. In fact, he was one of the men to whom it would be a pleasure to attribute something forgivable — like a definite sin. Perhaps it was his indefinite weakness that was unpardonable. One might say, for example, as certain people did, that he was not too scrupulous about money matters ; but it could not truthfully be said that he was unscrupulous. It might be alleged that he did light things, unbecoming his cloth ; but his behaviour was never clearly unseemly. He could easily be proved lacking in consideration for others, or, if one liked, — and there were usually several who liked, — for his daughter ; yet when one would say BENEFITS FORGOT. 69 " selfish," the remembrance of a reckless act of generosity would recall itself, or the recollection of the strain of self- sacrifice in him, declaring itself in acts that enslaved to him those whom they helped, and endeared him to a fol- lowing among the young of all his parishes ; and condem- nation was laid by the heels. Maurice did not pretend to be perfect. If he had made any such pretense he would, for instance, have felt bound to bury Carstarphen and Telfner when they died of smallpox, which had been brought to Laughing Valley City by a party of Chinamen. Like other miners, the men had lived in disregard of every sanitary precaution ; no measures had been taken for disinfecting the cabin in which they had died, and to go to it to read the burial service over them and then to accompany their bodies to the grave, on the side of Carbonate Mountain, two miles from town, was, as a matter of fact, a serious risk. It was unfortunate that those duties of a minister of the gospel, which, in personal experience of them, one must of course qualify a trifle, should be so simply con- ceived by the friends of the dead men. His refusal to perform the last office for the men, though made with the proper reluctance and regret, and reasoned cogently, was taken extremly ill. The miners who had come to ask his services as the only minister in town " cursed him out," as they after- wards told the indignation meeting. It was at this meet- ing that the resolutions were adopted, in which the word " coward " occurred six times exclusive of the indignant preamble. The resolutions, which, after the received custom, gave him twenty-four hours to leave town, expressly excepted 70 BENEFITS FORGOT. his daughter ; and the ladies of the place had arranged among themselves to keep her by them, and to look after her, with the purpose of sending her after her father, if she should desire to go, when he should be settled some- where. Carelessly enough, this plan had reckoned with- out Dorothy's energetic will, it was found, when the time came ; and they let her go with the band that escorted him to the edge of the town because she very quietly would have it so, not imagining it necessary to extract a promise from her to go no further. Dick Messiter (a young man whom the ladies knew to have a mill-owning father somewhere in Massachusetts, and whose occupation at Laughing Valley City was that of Superintendent of Cincinnati Mining Co. -No. 3) had offered to go along and look after her ; and in spite of the lamentable occasion of the association of the two young people under these conditions, the circumstance gratified that dumb novelist, or perhaps it is merely ro- mancer, which seems to lurk in every woman's breast. It struck the ladies of the town as a beautiful situation, and they would have been the last to interpose an obstacle to the crisis which is somewhere towards the tops of every situation. They trembled appropriately for the clergyman when he was led out in the midst of the shouting mob, and they exchanged the observation that they ought not to have thought of such a thing as letting her go, when they saw her riding among the noisiest of them. It would have been hard if they could not assuage their remorse by the suggestive spectacle of Dick and the girl riding side by side up the hill. If one looked at the matter from this standpoint, it was clear that the mob could not BENEFITS FORGOT. 71 be too noisy; and it was even to be hoped that, in a harmless way, it might prove obstreperous : it would be a pretty opportunity for Dick. The trail over which Philip and Cutter followed the three riders clambered difficultly along the walls of Red Rock Canon ; or sometimes it would dip into it, or wander quite out of it, and take its way along the table-land above. Bayles's Park, where they were to find the train for Maverick, and where the railway terminated for the present, lay in one of those green and sheltered hollows, in the penetralia of the hills, known to Colorado vocabu- laries as a park. For a good part of the year, the parks — which are a kind of small paradise to the traveller who comes down into them out of the mountains — keep a spring festival, and if any one supposes that there are hill-gnomes, he must be sure that it is on these fresh and flower-starred lawns that they hold their revels. At all events, the hills water and refresh them, as if they would keep their ball-room bright — or perhaps it is with the hospitable thought of maintaining one guest-chamber among their unfriendly rocks ; and every mountain trav- eller knows how to praise the shelter it offers. Bayles's Park was still well-nigh a two hours' journey forward, however, and the snow had begun to fly more thickly. The noiseless coming of the storms in which men and beasts are lost in these mountains is their most awful effect : one could die more easily, one feels, in the worst riot of tempest. The snow fell silently about them as they rode, piling the folds of their greatcoats, and their ponies' flanks, with its stealthy increase. The wind, which blindingly blew the flakes in their faces, was smit- ten soundless by the solid curtain of white through which 72 BENEFITS FORGOT. it passed to reach them. The world was filled with snow and silence. It had grown very cold. There are often such snow-flurries in the mountains, and then, in a few moments, sunshine again. Philip and Cutter consulted with each other, and did not believe it would last ; but they agreed that it should make no differ- ence if it did. They could not turn back and leave those in advance to take their chances, even if Philip was ready to give up the wedding. So people will agree while their feet are still warm ; and they pushed on doggedly, as the fall grew heavier. The telegraph line followed the trail, save when, at rare times, led on stubby iron poles, it would go forward, for the sake of a short cut, in a dizzy run over the rocks jutting from the cliff above them. Where the poles were set along their path they were higher, and when the snow was most blinding it was still easy to make out the road by them. But the poles were presently less plain, and the sullen murmur of the Chepita, rising steadily from the chasm which opened at the outer edge of the trail, a measureless void, warned them to use their eyes before they used the reins with which they would sometimes guide the horses. " Look sharp, there, Deed ! " shouted Cutter, sud- denly ; and Philip withheld his pony in time to save him- self from the gulf. The pony backed in terror, and when Philip got him started forward again, Cutter's horse refused to budge. Cutter alighted, and led him. The animal came forward reluctantly, cowering at each step, and eying the way be- fore him doubtfully. The snow-fall appeared suddenly to grow more dense, and the river, down at the bottom of BENEFITS FORGOT. f3 the cation, which had marched with them until now to a soothing melody, seemed suddenly to shake itself free from the silence of which it had been part and to give forth a muffled roar and shout. Cutter looked back for a sight of Philip's face. He could touch his pony's nose, but the rider was a vague spectre. Cutter gave a prolonged shout. " Hello-o-o-o-o ! " They were not three paces from each other, but he could not be sure whether the answer was an echo or Philip's voice. He pressed his pony back against Philip's. They caught at each other's hands as the animals came together. " I was afraid of this," said Cutter, hoarsely, with the fear which we find after the event. " Yes," answered Philip. The frightful huddle and scurry of the big flakes came between them, as they peered in each other's faces, and their voices reached each other dully out of the pall of snow. " Think of those people ! " said Philip, after a mo- ment, in which they let their horses stand. " Think of that girl ! " " Hellish ! " muttered Cutter, who had had no com- ment for the business while they watched it. " Come on ! " said Philip, briefly, and Cutter under- stood. It was true ; they must find them. And at the moment they heard a vague sound, like voices, in ad- vance. Philip's pony would not move quickly enough, and he threw himself off, and jerked him forward. " You heard ? " he asked of Cutter. ?4 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Yes." They pressed forward, and presently came upon the group halted in the middle of the trail, bending over the girl, who had been taken from her horse, and was being plied with brandy by the tall young man. Her father, who was rubbing her ears with snow, would raise his eyes from time to time desperately, frowning and blinking at the storm. She had not fainted. She was merely exhausted by the storm, and numbed by the cold. The spirits seemed to restore her. She looked up at sound of the shout of greeting with which Philip and Cutter made their presence known, and descried their figures. " My horse," she murmured to Messiter, who was stooping over her ; and he and her father raised her up, and set her on her pony, while Philip put himself at the animal's head. Philip shouted something in Messiter's ear as he came around in front of her animal to take his own by the rein. " To be sure ! " answered the girl's cavalier. " Hadn't thought of it." Messiter did not catch what Philip added, but here- plied to the question he guessed in his voice : " Yes ; near here. I know the place well enough when the weather hasn't got the blind staggers. Blast the snow ! " he shouted, rubbing his eyebrows and mustache, and mopping the little segment of face which showed between his high muffler and low-fitting cap. " Brown's Canon, don't they call it?" He was near enough to see Philip's nod. " A cut in the rock, and the cave just inside of it ? Beyond the Fif th Cascade ? " BENEFITS FORGOT. 75 " That's the place," said Philip. They set forward for it without delay, each leading his own horse, except that Philip took Messiter's besides his own, while Messiter led the girl's. Cutter, who did not know the cave, brought up the rear with the clergy- man, who made no attempt to hide from him his disap- proval of the storm and of the entire situation. Cutter had never heard such pleasant-hearted, even mellow grumbling. The man had a charm of manner which one felt through the snow itself. In front, the two young men discussed the whereabouts of the cleft in the rocks (which was known as a cafion, for no very good reason), and of the cave. About the place itself Philip knew best, having bunked in the cave for a night, when he had come over the pass the year before, on his way to Pinon ; but his companion was much more familiar with the trail. They went peeringly forward, dragging the trembling horses. There was always an uncertain moment after they had lost sight of one telegraph pole, and before they could make out the next; and at these times they felt cautiously along the rocky wall that soared into the air on the inside of the trail, and did not venture toward the outer edge. The horses tried each step inquiringly before taking it, and the two men in the lead, advancing into the unknown with such courage as they might, would often pause to take counsel with each other's ignorance and helplessness. It was impossible to say where any- thing was in this night of snow ; all of their world was that next step which they could see ; and that step might always plunge them into the world which no man has seen at any time. Somehow the cold seemed to numb the thought, by sympathy with the bodily pain and bewilderment 76 BENEFITS FORGOT. which intense cold brings. The girl, who had not their resource of motion, was crying in silent agony from it, Philip saw, when he made way at a turn in the path for the young man to lead her horse by him ; and he pressed his flask of whisky into her hands. They were so cold, and the men's mittens she had drawn over her gloves so clumsy, that she almost dropped it; Philip caught it up as it slipped from her, and, shouting to his companion to hold on, asked her by a motion to raise her veil, and, pulling himself by a jutting boulder to her level, put the flask to her lips. She was very pale, and the smile she extorted from herself for thanks was pitiful. Sometimes the trail turned sharp corners, and once they found themselves at the edge of the precipice, and the cry of the river leaped up to them through the storm with a sudden loudness. The two in advance shuddered back from the sound, clutching at each other, and feeling blindly through the swirl toward the cliff on which their lives hung. Shouldered firmly against the wall once more, they paused for a weary and discouraged moment to shake off the snow, and to take heart for another venture into the awful mystery of white. The death which might lie before them was certain where they stood, from snow and cold, and at last they dared question the wall again with advancing hands. Philip was sure the canon and its cave could not be far. But the storm created its own far and near. Ten paces were far : one might have to lie down and give up the fight at the end of them ; the second step was not near : one might never take it. The wind had risen to a gale, the cold searched their veins, and their limbs began to answer their wills uncertainty. It was time they found BENEFITS FORGOT. 77 shelter. One of the horses stumbled, and could not rise until Cutter felt his way back along the bridle-rein and helped him up ; but when he tugged at the reins again the pony would not move. " We shall have to give the poor beast up, I'm afraid," he said. Philip went back, and spoke a heartening word to the pony, — it had belonged to him in the mountains, — and the animal came along for a few paces, and stopped again, when it became necessary to repeat the action. It was all done in silence. For half an hour no one had spoken, when Philip shouted, " The Cascade ! " and as they halted to listen, there reached their ears remotely, as if from a great distance, the steady, down-beating pour of a waterfall. The sound triumphed over the clamoring river and the loud-breathing wind, though it seemed so far away ; and hope blessed them again. When the wall opened at last to their weary hands, and discovered the canon and, a moment later, the cave, they had just strength enough left among them to get the girl from her horse and to set her within the cavern. They sank about her exhausted when they saw her safe, and for a long time lay powerless to help her or one another. Philip was the first to find his feet. " Here, Cutter, stop that ! Wake up ! " he cried. Cutter was dozing in the dangerous sleep in which men die from cold. He shook him violently. " Let me alone ! " grunted Cutter ; but Philip caught him up, and seated him against one of the walls of the cave. " Wake up ! Do you hear ? " " Oh, come off ! " exclaimed Cutter, drowsily. 78 BENEFITS FORGOT. " See here, do you want your head banged against these rocks ? They're sharp, I warn you ! " Cutter started awake. He cast a listless glance over the cavern, which was high and spacious, with boulders scattered about the floor. The roof and sides were toothed and rutted, and showed everywhere sharp points of rock, at sight of which Cutter rubbed his head rue- fully and, having found a smile, knew himself again. " Got a match ? " he asked. " No ; but I think you have." " Fact." He fumbled for the silver match-case, with the figure of the humorous young demon atop, which was one of the relics of his Eastern career as a young man about town. " Good ! " said Philip, energetically. " Then we'll have a fire ! There's a sort of room just back round the curve in the rock there, unless I am out of my bearings, and a thing Hicks and Baxter used to call a fireplace when they were living here on a grub-stake. You'll find some wood. Get up a fire if you can, while I look after this poor girl. Sing out when you're ready, and I'll fetch her back." He spoke rapidly and urgently, and Cutter got him- self on his feet, and made his way with stumbling steps in the direction of the rear of the cavern. Philip watched him anxiously a moment ; he had asked him to go, to give him a reason for bestirring himself, but he feared he would drop asleep again while he went about the kindling of the fire. But there was no time for concern about Cutter. He stood upon his own stiff legs with a groan, and made his way over to where the girl sat propped against the wall of the cave. BENEFITS FORGOT. 79 Her head was drooped upon her breast, but she was not asleep, and she looked up with a lifeless smile as Philip bent over her. He made her take another long pull at his flask, and then snatched off the heavy mittens which Messiter had given up to her, and, peeling off the thin gloves underneath, fell to chafing her hands as brisk- ly as his own benumbed arms would let him. After a moment, when she began to look about her, he ran over to the prostrate figure of the clergyman, and shook him alive, and then punched up Messiter. When they had found their feet, they came over and helped him ; and the girl was able after a time to reward their common efforts with a look into which the heart and courage had a little returned. She began to seem again something like the girl who had cast off the restraining hand on her rein and galloped up the slope above Laugh- ing Valley City after her father ; and when they judged it safe, they bore her in among them to the fire which Cutter had cried out awaited them. The ears of one or two of them had been nipped ; but none of their limbs had been frozen, and, with the fire in sight, the men be- gan to dance about, flinging their arms wildly, and beat- ing their hands upon their legs in search of their lost cir- culation and suppleness of joint. She laughed at their crazy motions, where she sat cud- dled in all the wraps they could muster for her in front of Cutter's roaring fire, and they smiled back at her amusement. "Whew!" shouted her tall cavalier, taking off his heavy gloves and blowing on his fingers. " We forgot to shut the front door after us. Don't you people feel a draft?" 6 80 BENEFITS FORGOT. She gave him a mirthful nod. " That's the etiquette of cave-mouths," she said ; " you must always leave them on the latch. It's in case we should have visitors. Oh, think," she cried, in sudden terror, " if there should be any one else out in this storm ! " " Heaven help them," said Philip, " or show them the way to something like this." " Yes," said Cutter, drawing a musing sigh, as he set- tled himself by the fire. " I don't know how it was with you, Deed ; but there weren't many minutes of stand up and take it left in me when we found this." "Yes; it's very nice we're here," the girl said thoughtfully to Philip, who had come over to her corner, and was standing above her, asking if there was anything that could be done to make her more comfortable. " It was awful ! " She paused for a long moment in thought of it. " How did you happen to know this place ? Only think if you hadn't come up with us ! " Philip perceived that she did not know that he knew — that they knew. He pulled himself up, with an inward start. He saw that what he had been about to say would have presumed on their common acquaintance with the scene on the hillside above Laughing Valley. It was evi- dent that she had not seen them as she swept by their post of observation on her flight to join her father. " Oh, your friend would have remembered it. It was he who piloted us here — Mr. — " " Messiter. Mr. Eichard Messiter to the minister who baptized him ; to everybody else, just Dick." " I should never have found it without Mr. Messiter." " And we should never have found it without Mr. — " She hesitated, in her turn, as she looked up into his face. BENEFITS FORGOT. 81 " Deed," supplied Philip. " Deed ? " she repeated. " Oh," she added thought- fully, " I wonder if you know a Mr. Deed who — " Philip waited for her to finish. " Why, he once took me quite informally out of a burning building. Our school was on fire. It was in a village, — a Pennsylvania village, — and there were no engines. The boys from the other boarding-school across the way formed lines and passed buckets. It was at night. He happened to see me first at a window from his place in the line, and ran in and carried me down-stairs. The fire, just for that one fright- ful moment at the window, was worse even than the storm we've escaped, I think. Wasn't it fine of — of that other Mr. Deed, Mr. Deed?" " It was fine," said Philip, looking down into her glowing face. " I'm hoping I can prove kinship with him. What was his Christian name ? " " A rather odd name — Jasper." Philip started. "Did all that happen in a village called Aylesf ord ? " " Yes. How do you know ? " " Oh ! " laughed Philip, uncertainly. He bit his lip. " Is it some one you know, then ? How very nice ! " "Yes," said Philip, "it is some one I know — my brother." Dorothy exclaimed her surprise. "Then you must have heard my story long ago. I thought I was telling you something new." " It was new," returned Philip, without animation. " Of course. I ought to know that he wouldn't say how he had done an heroic thing. It wouldn't be like him." g2 BENEFITS FORGOT. " No," assented Philip, " it wouldn't be like him." It was true that Jasper was not a man to exploit himself. He recognized the trait in him on reflection, without cor- diality. It was part of his propriety. He would long ao-o have said to himself that to boast was crude. o " But how very odd that you should be his brother ! " cried Dorothy, returning to her original surprise. She drew the saddle-blanket with which Philip had covered her feet closer about her. Philip burlesqued his thanks, and, with a little " Oh ! " of appreciation, her face melted into a smile. " I didn't mean — " she began imploringly. She joined in his laugh. " Do you call that fair ? " she asked. "What?" inquired he. " Entrapping me like that." " Have I said anything ? " retorted Philip, unblush- ingly. " No ; but you've made me. Or perhaps I said it my- self, but the meaning is yours." " Must I mean what you say ? " She pretended to muse. "You mustn't say what I mean," she answered, looking up at him with a smile that enchanted him. The name Maurice suddenly detached itself, as he met her glance, from the haze of memory in which it had been floating since he had heard it. Since she had mentioned Jasper he had been casting back for the origin of this memory. He recognized it now with a start. It was from Jasper himself that he had heard it. A myriad memories went buzzing in his head. Was it possible ? He recalled a school-boy passion of Jasper's, of which he had known a very little, — as little as younger brothers, just learning to smoke, are thought fitted to hear BENEFITS FORGOT. 83 of an elder brother's love affairs, — and had guessed a great deal ; as much as such brothers commonly guess from slender premises. He had never seen the girl ; it had ail happened while Jasper was away at school. But he re- membered the name now. It was Maurice. A pang without meaning or reason passed through him as he glanced at her again. She and Jasper had once been lovers, then. She had permitted him to know her in the intimacy — the sacred intimacy, the intimate strangeness of betrothal. The thought gave him some- thing like a physical shock. With his knowledge of his brother's falsity fresh in his mind, the idea filled him with an empty, retrospective anger for her. He felt as if she had been profaned, and he believed his pang to be wholly for her. In the silence that had fallen between them while he pursued these thoughts, he discovered himself to be study- ing the face which she turned, now, half towards him and half towards the firelight. There was certainly a nameless expression in it which made the thought of any homage to it lower than the finest peculiarly intolerable. Philip fancied that he liked the sweet seriousness of her face even better than its prettiness ; but he was not sure, a moment later, that he did not like its unconsciousness better than either. She had less than the usual American pallor, and in her cheeks two bright spots of colour, which had tied before the exposure through which she had passed, began to show themselves unassertively. Her gaze had a certain charming freedom, and in all her motions she was singularly unafraid ; but this con- sisted with a remote touch of reserve which never left her, and which was constantly causing one to rejoice the more 84 BENEFITS FORGOT. in a confidence that was in every expression of itself a new gift to the observer, because, in its openest moments, it seemed always to withhold a part of itself. In the same way the sober look which slept upon the verge of her lightest glances enriched and gave a special value to the dancing light which would come into her eyes at any challenge of her attention. The eyes themselves had been meant to be grey, apparently ; but one of them had rather agreeably failed on the way to greyness, and in some lights had a fleeting tinge of brown. A little more pronounced, and it might have been a blemish ; as it was, it formed a part of her indescribable charm. Something in the model- ling of her cheeks left the full view of her face a trifle disappointing, perhaps ; but this was because her clear and almost perfect profile promised so much. As she sat in the half darkness, her face thrown into relief, by the fire, she was certainly extraordinarily pretty. Her shapely chin was well in the air, her little mouth — she was in all ways made upon a little pattern — was pursed in meditation, and her straight, sensitive nose was cut with particular clearness against the light. It was not her nose which disappointed in her full face; it was incontro- vertibly very good. Her hair, which had taken several tumbles under the late stress, showed that shade of brown which you felt like thanking her for combining with her eyes and complexion, and had, as well, that pretty crink- liness, and excellent habit of waving or curling at unex- pected moments, which one knows. The pained thought which had drawn Philip's musing glance to her was being replaced by an untroubled pleas- ure in her beauty as he was roused from his preoccupation by Cutter's voice inquiring of her from across the fire : BENEFITS FORGOT. 85 " Oozy ? " Their common plight seemed to beget a species of respectful intimacy among them ; and they all spoke as if they had always known one another. "Very," assented she. Dorothy Maurice had been born in the South, of a Southern mother, and her voice had the melody and vibrant sweetness of the voice of Southern women, without the accent and pronunciation which it would be difficult to prove altogether desirable, but which is pretty, too, if you like. " We might almost -be happy here for a week if we could keep warm so long, and if we could find something to eat. Don't you think, Mr.—" " Cutter," he said ; and her eyes met Philip's with an- other smile. " Don't you think we might find a larder somewhere about, if we looked ? It isn't possible that the miners who left this wood for our fire would stop at that." Cutter glanced at Philip interrogatively, and at her hint they explored. Houses wander dissolutely from street to street in Colorado towns, in wheeled pursuit of the real-estate market, but provisions which have once found their way on the backs of burros to a prospector's home in the mountains are less vagrant. After a sum- mer's work a prospector would be in a poor way who had not something more valuable to load on his pack- animals than the jerked beef, coffee, and canned fruits and vegetables upon which the young men presently came. " Uncommonly white of them to leave so much canned hospitality on the shelf for us, wasn't it?" said Cutter, exhibiting their discoveries. "Dear me! All that!" she said. "I should think 86 BENEFITS FORGOT. so ! They must be very nice fellows. Did you say you knew them, Mr. Deed ? " " Yes ; as one knows men who take you in for the night, and do the handsome thing for the wayworn trav- eller. I spent a night here when I first came over the Pass. They were working a claim a little way on down the trail as I passed them on horseback. It was rather late in the afternoon, and when I asked my way of them they told me I'd better let them bunk me for the night. I'm afraid they didn't leave these good things here with us in view, quite ; but if they had known we were coming along it would have been like them. They will be back in the spring, I suppose, to begin work again. I hope they won't miss what we shall have to borrow from them." " Oh, I dare say they won't mind," said the clergyman, who had been silent for some time, while he thawed him- self out by the fire. " Politeness is rather wasted on the rough people one meets in this region, I find." " I don't know that, sir," said Messiter ; and Philip, who was about to protest, conceived in time that the clergyman was not without reason for his feeling, and forbore. " Ah, well, I do, you know," returned Maurice, cour- teously. "An odd business that, Dick, wasn't it?" he said with an uneasy humour. " "Were you by chance in the place they call Laughing Valley City this morning ? " he asked suddenly of Philip. The intention to ascertain, if possible, how much these two strangers knew of the affair on the hillside was obvious ; but Philip responded as if he had not perceived it. "We came through Laughing Valley City in the morning from Pinon," he said. BENEFITS FORGOT. 87 " Ah," said Maurice. " Then we passed you very likely on the road without observing you." " I think very likely," answered Philip, disingenuously. " We stopped for a while once, a little out of the road." He saw the girl's rising flush and wished to spare her, even if the clergyman did not care to be spared. Philip saw Miss Maurice draw a sigh of relief as he made this reply; and she rose at once, and set about making coffee — or such coffee as was possible without milk. The sugar they had. " Any tobacco ? " asked Cutter, as Philip came over his way. Philip offered him a bag from which the best of the contents had been spilled in fighting the storm, and knelt beside him to strike a match. He seated himself near him, next the fire. " Mighty poor business, this," he said as the tobacco began to glow in their pipe-bowls, and the smoke made a homelike fragrance in the air. " I shall never get to Maverick in time for my father's little affair." Cutter smiled. " Why, you monstrous ingrate ! " " Oh, of course I'm thankful it's no worse ; but when a thing's no worse, who would be so stingy with his wishes as not to want it better ? Plain luck isn't enough for a man. He's got to have luck glace." Cutter roared until the echoes answered him, and they all looked his way. "Man, man!" he shouted, "you don't want luck any more glace than to-day's, I hope." "What amuses Mr. Cutter?" asked Dorothy, coming toward them unfolding a ragged red table-cloth which she had found, and which she was about to spread for them on a square of rock. 88 BENEFITS FORGOT. " One on me," said Philip. " He wants to know if it's cold enough for me. Mayn't I help you, Miss Maurice ? " She let him endeavour as much as he would in the helpless helping which young men are accustomed to offer young women in such things, and which is doubt- less so much better for being so little effective. As they spread the cloth between them on the rock, Dorothy used the opportunity of her position opposite him to observe him attentively for the first time. She thought him less handsome than Jasper, after a moment's inventory. She immediately added that he was better- looking than she had fancied in her casual glances. His broad-shouldered vigour had its own value, and she did it justice in recalling Jasper's effect of shapeliness. Phil- ip's robust build wanted symmetry, and his strong face, tanned by exposure to the weather, and undeniably a little freckled, had the look of force rather than beauty. It was not upon a pattern, and failed at important points ; but it was in no danger of confusion with other faces of equally simple and rugged cast. His grey-blue eyes, de- rived from his father, had the quiet look of power ; they fronted her squarely, when he caught her look, in an amused and kindly twinkle. Less gentle things looked out of their depths unaggressively. With his wide, full forehead, the large mould of his face, the sensitive nos- trils, and firm under jaw, he had the look, Dorothy thought to herself, of a man who can do and make do. She reflected that he seemed much less than Jasper to have himself on his conscience. One could hardly use his long stride to whom it had ever occurred to wonder how he might look in walking ; and he would certainly have made sure, after their fight with the storm, of his BENEFITS FORGOT. 89 hair and the sailor knot straying out of sight under the collar of his flannel shirt, if he had felt the responsibility about his appearance which she remembered in the Mr. Deed she had known. The gods playing at bowls would be a sight valued out of proportion to the consideration in which the game is held, and Dorothy found a peculiar entertainment for her thoughts in the spectacle of all this lustiness and vigour spreading a table-cloth with her. She smiled when the idea occurred to her, and as they failed for the third time to lay the cloth true between them, she caught the ragged thing out of his hands, with a righteous hesitation about her enjoyment, and began asking him questions about Jasper, as she went on to lay the cloth and to set the table herself. Philip answered mechanically. The thought that this sweet girl had once been Jasper's affianced wife became more tormenting, more shameful, as he perceived her charm. He caught himself staring almost rudely at her in the frequent pauses of their talk, abandoning himself to speculation about the affair. How could she ever have cared for him? He had saved her life; had she not just said it? That would be a permanent fact for such a girl, a reason for a lifelong gratitude. But, besides, everybody liked Jasper until they knew him very well. Some of them liked him afterwards. It was one of his talents — making himself liked. She seemed still to like him herself ; all that she said implied it. Was it a lover's quarrel that had parted them, perhaps? Did she still love him? He smiled to himself at his concern. All human contingen- cies were absurdly remote. He knew very well that they might never leave the cave alive, They hung shawls and some tattered blankets, found 90 BENEFITS FORGOT. in the bunks, at the crevice and angles of the rocks, for her, when they were seated at last around the flat bulk of rock which she had divined to have served as the miners' table; and they spent themselves in entreaty of her to discover or invent another draft which they might shield her from, until Philip suddenly bethought him of the horses, which they had been obliged to abandon at the cave-mouth. In the mortal exhaustion which had over- come them all when they found shelter, they had known nothing better to do for them. It occurred to Philip that perhaps they could be got into the cave. They thought it a joke when he proposed it. But when they saw him to be serious, Cutter and Messiter volunteered to venture out with him; and after what seemed a long time, they returned, covered with snow, having found all but one of the ponies, and got them into the outer cave. Their whinnies came to them from there piteously ; and Dorothy was for trying if they would eat jerked beef or dried peaches. She went out with Philip when their little picnic meal was done, and brushed the snow from their flanks with a clothes-brush she produced from the bag that was strapped on the saddle of her own pony. " What would be the horse for coffee ? " she asked ; and at Philip's " Water, I'm afraid," she drew a sigh. " And we haven't any more than what we found in that little cup of a spring. You see, Mr. Deed, we must get away from here as soon as we can, for the horses' sake, if not for our own. I'm afraid they wouldn't care for the week I was proposing, even if we should. Poor fellows ! " she murmured, as they set up their long-drawn moan again. BENEFITS FORGOT. 91 They all rose when she returned to the inner cavern, and made a soft seat for her with blankets on the flat rock next the fire. Dick Messiter and Cutter were clearing away the traces of the meal they had just eaten on it. They took turns in fanning from her face the smoke which would sometimes be driven back down the chimney into her face by the wind still whirling at its worst with- out, and they piled the wood lavishly on the fire for her comfort, until, with a practical instinct, she went over to the corner in which the wood was, and pronounced against the reckless use of their scanty store. When she was seated again on the dais of rock, which raised her a little above her court, who, ready to do her bidding, sat or lay about her, coiled into such ease as they could manage on the rocky floor, she looked a smallish sort of monarch; and humouring their attribution of despotic power to her, she queened it with a gentle gaiety among them, issuing her commands in the royal plural, and admonishing our good Earl of Deed, and our right worthy servant Sir Lenox Cutter, with benignant severity. When Dick was beckoned imperiously to her side, he knelt in humbleness, and, with a tap of her riding-crop on his shoulders, she said, with an air she knew, " Sir, I dub thee Knight," and cried, " Rise, Sir Knight Dick ! " Her unconsciousness of Messiter's devotion was a pretty thing to see. Her unconsciousness, as I have said, was one of her charms : it was pleasant to observe her modest diffidence of all that touched the thought of self -valua- tion, and to perceive the impossibility of her ever com- ing to feel the world's thought of her. But it was especially nice to see how she would not know the love that followed all her motions with pursuing eyes, and 92 BENEFITS FORGOT. yet how she could give herself so unthinkingly to him in every word. Philip, because he would occasionally catch the famil- iar glances that often passed between them, judged them lovers, with a man's haste; but a more instructed eye would perhaps have seen how the divine unconstraint of her attitude towards him might very well be a secret pain to Messiter ; for sometimes a light would come into his eyes by which one might almost guess how he might be hating her for liking him so well. V. Margaret had not seen Deed since the morning he had flung himself from the house. She knew nothing of him save what she had lately learned, that he had been called to Leadville the same afternoon to argue a case, and that he had gone. The information of the town regarding the sudden abandonment of the wedding was equally scanty. All that day, until far into the afternoon, Margaret sat in Beatrice's little parlour, waiting his return with patient certainty. Tears were easy while he was in trouble ; but she could not weep for herself. She sat watching the long stretch of road leading from the house down past the church in which the wedding was set to take place at half past four. A desolate, hunted look crept gradually into her stony gaze, as the cuckoo-clock in the hall told off the half hours, and he did not come. She rose quickly, biting her lip to repress the tears that began to flow readily BENEFITS FORGOT. 93 enough, as Beatrice came in at four o'clock. Beatrice's face trembled with her own emotion ; her eyes were wet and red, as if she had been crying ever since Margaret had last seen her, when she had looked in at the slam- ming of the door behind Deed, to ask what had happened. Margaret caught Beatrice's caressing arm away. "Let me go," she said hoarsely. "You can't help me," she added, in a hard, uneven tone. " No one can help me." She choked back a sob. " Oh, can't you see that — " A surge of heart-sickness rose in her throat. She turned from Beatrice's pitying face, and ran up the stairs. There were very few wedding-garments to put away ; but one may drop as many or as scalding tears as one may wish on a very small spray of orange blossoms. It all seemed so strange, so impossible, so trivially out- side reason and experience. The orange rind on which one slips and breaks a limb, the elevator that happened to be here and not there, the train that was on the other track — how motiveless, how needless, what a littleness of fortuity ! She could not explain how it had happened. It was like a great grief which simply comes upon one, which befalls without our agency. She had spoken — she lied to him, if any one liked the word better — in the irresistible utterance of a feeling stronger than herself. That he should do what he proposed was unthinkable, intolerable : she could not let him blight his life like that. For good or ill she had to speak ; and now, though the event itself was much the most anguishing thing she had known, the only part of it she would have done otherwise, if it had been to do again, would have been to avoid the lie, somehow. 94: BENEFITS FORGOT. She would not allow Beatrice to blame him when she let her into her bedchamber next morning. The shock had affected her physically, and she had yielded to Bea- trice's earlier insistence from outside the door at half past seven, and remained in bed. It might have been possible to listen to accusations of him if her own heart had gone out yearningly to him in forgiveness. But she was fright- ened by the hardness against him which she felt to be growing in her. Something almost like rancour began to prosper side by side with her love : it seemed to have war- rant in the tenderness which no event could really dimin- ish — perhaps it grew out of it. If he would, no one could venture to say what the desecration of a woman's inmost life must be through the intimacies, the familiarities, the endearments of a betrothal which comes to naught. The exchanged amenities, so infinitely right and sweet because marriage follows, be- come each a separate indignity and horror when it does not. To Margaret, who took all matters over-seriously ; whose training had erected barriers against these things, each of which had been broken down with a pleasant pain of its own ; who cherished, who almost loved her reserves, there was a new and subtler misery behind every pain which could have tormented other women in like trouble. To cast a glance, the most doubtful and fleeting, back upon this one romance of a life curiously lacking, hitherto, in all emollient experience of this sort, tore her with nameless pains. She felt as if she should like never to see a man again. She had given up, the day before, all thought of his return, she fancied. But when Beatrice entered with the morning mail she stretched forth her hand with the im- BENEFITS FORGOT. 95 pulsive certainty that there must be a letter from him. When Beatrice reluctantly shook her head, she perceived that she had secretly believed that he must still come back. It was because the thing was still too incredible. Did men, then, belong to a different race ? Was there one loyalty for them, and another for women? Was there another tenderness, another forbearance, another love? She had never had a brother ; Deed was the only man she had ever imagined qualities for ; she did not know about men — were they like this ? Could it be that they knew how to justify such things to themselves — that there might be cruelties indigenous to the conscience of men, which women must not blame because men could not know them to be such ? Perhaps to know all the wrong there may be in a wrong, one must have the gift to guess all the poignancy of its consequences ; and she saw that no man could really understand her humiliation. It was the lot of a woman to be chosen, distinguished, called apart ; made to believe that for one man she was different from all the rest. It was only the extremity of that distinction that could measure the shame of the credulity cast back in her face, the innocent faith become a thing to bite the lip and to flush with pain at thought of. She did not lessen her own offence. Coming hard upon Jasper's perfidy, she saw how it must have mad- dened him. She loved him, and, imagining his suffer- ing, pitied him from her heart. But all her smarting pride, the selfhood wounded to death, cried out against the cruelty of this desertion on their wedding-day. Cow- ering under the indignity which seemed to have stripped her of self-respect, she could not be sure of the validity of any judgment of the miserable woman she had be- 7 96 BENEFITS FORGOT. come. His act had beaten her down. She was sickly, unsure of herself, of life, of what she must think ; but she knew the dumb resentment that grew slowly in her for the helpless bitterness against him that it was. She loved him, she supposed that she must always love him ; but the injuriousness of the thing he had done stifled in these first hours every gentle thought. When the mem- ory of it was hottest in her, she would set her teeth in still wrath. There was another thing. It would seem as if the' most straightforward of women must have, somewhere in their depths, a kind of sense for indirection, which they can never quite forgive men for not understanding in them. Margaret had wished him to believe her ; she felt that his whole future and hers had hung upon his credit- ing her lie. But this was, unexplainably, a very differ- ent thing from liking it in him that he should have be- lieved her. Deed had not closed the door behind him before she had said to herself indignantly that he should have known her better. There were moments when it all seemed different, when she compassionated his situation, condemned her- self as the cause of it, and accused herself passionately for accusing him. He would be suffering as well ; not in her way at all, but worse, perhaps, because it was impos- sible to know how bad suffering might be which was outside one's comprehension. He must be thinking what she had said the final faithlessness. At these times she would say to herself that she could not wish him to think it less. If it had been what it seemed, it was as bad as possible, and she would have liked to have him hate her. BENEFITS FORGOT. 97 But when echoes of the scandal stirred np in the town by his abandonment of her began to come to her ears, the springs of tenderness dried in her. The two daily papers published at Maverick — having the fear of Deed before them — had reported the barren facts with what they meant for a picturesque reserve, and speculated about the affair with what seemed to them a self-denying decency. Beatrice kept the papers from Margaret, of course; but her boy turned innocent busybody, and brought a copy of one of them to her in furtherance of an enterprise of make- believe which Margaret had joined him in. Her eye caught the audacious head-line, and before she knew it she had read a dozen lines. She buried her face in her hands in shame; alone with the child she blushed as hotly as if all the world looked on. In fact, it did see her : that was her feeling. She shed no tears then ; but when Beatrice came in at twilight to light the lamp, she saw that she had been crying. It was not precisely for the comments of the newspaper. She had been thinking of the lines of a poem : Be good to me ! Though all the world united Should bend its powers to gird my youth with pain, Still might I fly to thee, dear, and be righted — But if thou wrong'st me, where shall I complain ? I am the dove a random shot surprises, That from her flight she droppeth quivering, And in the deadly arrow recognizes A blood-wet feather — once in her own wing. After Beatrice, Margaret found it easiest in these first days to see Dr. Ernfield, whom Mrs. Vertner had called in immediately. Margaret had liked Dr. Ernfield long before ; and she liked him still better in observing gratefully the 98 BENEFITS FORGOT. devices of kindness by which he referred her prostration solely to physical causes, and the delicacy with which he implied that she had had no history previous to the mo- ment of any of his calls. They had been on almost in- timate terms before her wedding-day ; and she was grate- ful for his attitude in proportion as she perceived the difficulty to which he must be put to maintain it. He had been interesting to her, during the month she had passed in Maverick before her wedding-day, not merely as a man, — though he was an unusually interest- ing man, — but because of his situation. He had left a prosperous practice in Boston to come West in search of health. He was still under thirty-five, and had won his success while very young by making a specialty of diseases of the nervous system ; but he had paid for it, so to say, with himself, and he was in consumption. Beatrice, who had known him in Boston, was very fond of him, and in the first month of Margaret's stay he had been often at the house. It was the only house where he felt at home ; he was practising his profession in Maverick to avoid the stagnation of idleness, but he really knew no other family, and he had found that to have known people even slightly in the East is a tie when one comes to meet them unex- pectedly under the shadow of the Continental Divide. Beatrice, on her part, was accustomed to say that he was very nice. She perhaps meant by this that he had the gift of helpfulness, of sympathy, which, perhaps, is not especially common among men. Margaret had thought she saw how this faculty, comfortable as it may be to a physician's patients, — not to go into the question of his friends, — might be ruinous to a sensitively made physician ; she had perceived that the excess of his sympathy with BENEFITS FORGOT. 99 the work he had done before he came to Maverick had been merely by way of devouring him. It was pitiful to remark how his disease had him in its clutch. The sinewy lines of his big body, designed plainly for the use of a strong man, had begun to waste before the attacks of his malady. It was observable, however, that he was still strong of limb ; and the look of his face — kept alive by his ardent and commanding glance, and hidden, for the most part, by a thick brown beard — was scarcely the look of a sick man. It had been a pleasure to Margaret to see this sturdy fellow — who had the effect, in spite of his weakness, of confident strength — ramp up and down Beatrice's little parlour, with his hands in his pockets, expounding his theories of health and disease — theories which fascinated Margaret by sinking instinctively for the moral spring underlying all large theories of health ; or anathematizing the whole system of living which gives us the damsel known to discussion as the "American Girl," a creature whose tenseness might not be half bad, Ernfield owned, for the spectator, but was death to the girl. And then it had been still pleasanter to hear him counter this with the story of nervously wrecked young lives, which Mar- garet saw, around the corners of his modesty, he had won back to the normal way of life. He never spoke of having cured anybody; he would sometimes own that he had taught a person here and there how to live. It had seemed to Margaret that he had accomplished this by transfusing a portion of his own life into each of these persons : for it was obvious that such patients as these must always have drawn their new life, in great degree, from his life ; that — a cure being in such cases so much 100 BENEFITS FORGOT. an affair of sympathetic understanding, of a brisk, urgent, imperious individuality — they had lived at his expense. The thought of this strong, fine fellow, who had given his young manhood to the business of reinstating others in life, doomed to a death against the halting wretched- ness of which no hindrance could be opposed, unless it existed in the air of Lone Creek County, had been too painful to Margaret for endurance. Margaret's frank liking for him, and the gentleness of her manner towards him, springing from the compassion for his situation to which she could not give other expres- sion, were perhaps part of her charm for him ; but that which had really drawn him to her was the constant charm residing in her sincerity, her simplicity, and di- rectness, in her goodness, in her irresistible need to meet all questions in their highest phase, — above all, in her gentle womanliness. In the three weeks that had passed after her arrival, before Deed and she were ready to lay themselves open to the town's comment by announcing their approaching wedding, Ernfield had had time — in ignorance of her betrothal, and wholly without Margaret's suspicion of what was happening — to fall deeply, misera- bly in love with her. It was not precisely his fault ; but his position, when he ascertained it, gave him the sense of moral turpitude he would have felt if he had allowed himself to fall in love with a married woman. It was just as well, he said to himself; he had de- served it. A man who, in his condition, indulged the thought of connecting his future with another's for longer than one of those radiant moments of monstrous and baseless hope that must visit even the hopeless, was BENEFITS FORGOT. 101 properly condemned to such an awakening. This reflec- tion should have made it easy to think of Margaret's wed- ding with equanimity ; and certainly should have silenced the thrill with which he heard of Deed's desertion of her on their wedding-day. Its effect, however, was to fill him, before the day, with a gloomy reluctance in her presence and a fear of meeting her honest eyes ; and after it, to shame and daunt him with a clear vision of the meanness of the hope that began to live tremblingly in him. He writhed under her approval of what he saw she took for his tact and delicacy, when he was forced, after the event, to visit her in his professional capacity. He felt like a scoundrel when he heard from Beatrice that for the present she could bring herself to see no one but him and her, that she could not bear that any eyes less friendly and familiar should look upon her grief in these first days. Her trust humiliated and abased him. He wanted to tell her what a scamp he was. He could have blushed at sight of the humble light of thankfulness she turned on him from her weary eyes, as he constructed a theory about her indisposition which referred it to purely physical causes. To see how her pride smarted under this blow in every fibre, to see how she was ashamed of being ashamed, and yet not abashed to let him perceive it, be- came intolerable. On the second day, in the mere neces- sity of putting an end to it, he ordered fresh air for her : he told her that she must go about. Beatrice went about the house on her daily duties with a grieving face. Margaret's position pained her to the heart. She could understand how she might have partly brought it on herself, with the noblest motives ; but nothing could even shadowily justify what Deed had 102 BENEFITS FORGOT. done. She called his act by the hardest names to herself, when Margaret would not hear her denunciations. It was small comfort to talk to her husband. " What are you worrying about ? " he would say. " You ought to be throwing up your cap on any reasona- ble theory of friendship. It's an escape for both of them. You don't think they would have been happy, do you ? " " I don't know," returned his wife, frankly. " Don't you?" " I think," said Vertner, ambiguously, " if they had not been, — especially Deed, — it would not have been for lack of hard trying — especially Miss Derwenter's." " You think she might have tried too hard," suggested Beatrice, quickly. " Yes," she owned, after a moment's meditation ; " Margaret has that way. Perhaps she rather — insists." " She doesnH know quite when to let up," said Vertner, in the tone of admission. His wife had to smile. " It's a virtue — knowing when to spare." " And you think Margaret hasn't it ? " asked Beatrice, as anxiously as if she did not feel that she entirely under- stood Margaret's sweetly intentioned severity, and as if she had not reasoned with herself, and with Margaret, about it. " Well," owned Vertner, " I think she might consider it not quite moral." " No," said Beatrice, vaguely, as she helped him on with his coat (she had followed him out into the hallway to see him off for the day) ; " perhaps not." "And Deed wouldn't really enjoy that after a bit," said Vertner, as he adjusted the fur collar of his coat. " He can take things hard himself, and he does, but not BENEFITS FORGOT. 103 in her way, and he doesn't take everything hard. There's a sort of sense of perspective about Deed : that's his humour. He has his varioloid moments." " Yes," rejoined Beatrice in sad musing ; " and Mar- garet hasn't. I know that. All her moments are acute. She goes conscientiously through the whole disease, whether it's a question of a pin or an elephant." " Well, perhaps you can see, then, if you've got to that point, how Miss Derwenter would be the very best wife in the world for a man who takes things in bulk — in Deed's whole-souled, passionate, hearty way. There's nothing equal to a gingerly, conscious, penny-wise way of looking at things for a wife for such a man." " Ned, you sha'n't say such things of Margaret ! " " Oh, Margaret's all right," said Vertner, in a tone of conviction, as he put his hand on the knob. He really liked her when she would let him. " It isn't her fault that Deed isn't built to appreciate her. She could make plenty of men ecstatically happy." "What kind of men?" " Well, my kind," returned her husband, audaciously. "I should always be ecstatically happy, any way, you know; and all that she could do for me would be so much clear gain." After these talks with her husband, nothing but a long conversation with Margaret could put Beatrice right again. She enjoyed the play of her husband's mind, of course ; but there were occasions for seriousness, and this was one of them. She found Margaret serious enough ; yet even she would smile dismally sometimes at the thought of certain contrasts. The concern which she had given herself during the month preceding her wed- 104 BENEFITS FORGOT. ing-day (the month in which she had made acquaintance with Maverick) as to whether she should be able to like the West, struck her, for example, in her present forlorn case, as food for sad amusement. She had not been afraid she should not get along, as the phrase is : she was ac- customed to managing so much as that for herself in all sorts of queer places. But it had occurred to her that, even with Deed, the West, as a permanent place of resi- dence, would leave a great many needs in her unsatisfied. She had not dared use adjectives about Maverick ; she might have to live in it, and she had the forethought to avoid attaching labels to the place by which even her own thought of it might finally discover itself to be bound. But it was at least undeniable that Maverick lacked a public library. She had thought that she would induce Deed to return to the East when he had won back the fortune he had lost the year before he had offered himself to her. Her ideal was a suburb just out of Bos- ton. Nothing had taught her so incontrovertibly the force of her love for him as the willingness she had found in herself to face for him the contrary prospect: for her heart had sometimes sunk grievously during her first fort- night at Maverick ; and once, when she thought she per- ceived from something he said that he was really fond of the West, that it suited something in him, — his sense of humour, perhaps ; she did not know, — her heart had gone coweringly down into her boots. It was at the thought of this terror that she now indulged a smile. One troubled one's self about such things when one was happy ; it had become pitifully indifferent to her whether Deed lived in Colorado or Patagonia. BENEFITS FORGOT. 105 One of the pangs which reached Margaret from the outside during the first days of her misery was that which she felt when she learned that Philip had at last arrived in Maverick. She had heard, in a kind of dream, that there were fears for his safety ; and finally, that he was given up for lost ; and it had seemed at the time only one of the thousand sides there appear to be to even physical pains. Now that she had come out of the stupor of suf- fering which had followed Deed's going, and began to be sensible to exterior measures of her trouble, she was sur- prised to find a fleeting wretchedness in the knowledge that Philip lived, and that his father, who must have been down into the bitterest depths of grief for his imagined loss, rejoiced without her. Por a moment she thought of Deed with untroubled tenderness. The other feeling fol- lowed, but the loving impulse taught her freshly the unbearable reach of her loss. It went too far. It cut too deep. Vertner met the snow-bound party at the station. He usually went to the trains when he was in town. Men he knew were often passing through on their way to Denver or to the mountain towns. They gave him the last word about the outlook at the newest mining camp ; they kept him wise about the ups and downs of older places. When they would stay overnight at Maverick, he would often spend the evening at the hotel, losing a little to them at poker, and getting on the inside, as he said, of good things in mines and real estate. He brought Margaret word of the arrival of Philip. " Mighty close shave those fellows had," he said. " It couldn't be done once in a dozen times. I wouldn't back Charlie Cozzens to do it, and he knows every foot of the 106 BENEFITS FORGOT. pass as if it were his Addition." The retired stage- driver's investment in Maverick real estate was known as " Oozzens's Addition." " But they are badly done up after it. The young lady went to bed." " Young lady, Ned ! " exclaimed Beatrice. " Certainly. Young lady. Young lady and father, in fact. Maiden slender, fair, good-looking — very. Fa- ther a clergyman, large, clever, manners until you can't rest — not here purely as a sanitary measure. The young lady really bore it pretty well. You can see that she was prettier three days ago, but she will pick up her prettiness again at the Centropolis House." " A clergyman, Ned ! " " Well, not too much of a clergyman — not the kind that would worry the clerical Inspector of Weights and Measures with overweight. A good, practical, every-day, earthly Christian, with a soul away above the unrighteous nickel — shaped to nobler ends, like thousand-dollar bills ; could make arrangements with soul to overlook some things. Good fellow ; I took a kind of shine to him." It was one of Ned Vertner's own sayings that he was a composite. He would not have been anything but the " rustler " he was — dependent on the friendliness of for- tune to this month's scheme for his next month's house rent — on any account; but he liked to remember how easily and naturally he might once have been the conven- tional gentleman whom he hated. The Vertners had memories of the revolutionary hero with an honest grandfather, and the three succeeding gen- erations of Unitarian ministers which make a good family in Berkshire. There were no better than they in their village ; and though Ned Vertner, before he was sixteen, BENEFITS FORGOT. 107 disliked the people his family knew in Boston, as he dis- liked the propriety of the white picket-fence in front of their white frame house with green blinds, it was a gratifi- cation to him at times to recall that the good social form of his family had existed for him to refuse. He would not go to Harvard ; when he was twenty-three he went to Chile, and remained there five years, helping a little to build the railway which his party went out to build, and learning to live hard, to drink hard, and to gamble more than he could afford. It was in his fifth year — when he was coming down with a fever which went near to finishing him — that Philip Deed joined the party. Philip would have said to any one who had challenged his liking for Ned Yert- ner, that he liked him because he had contributed what effect there might be in three months' nursing to saving his life. At all events, when Vertner was well enough to sail for home, they parted in the relation of good comradeship often existing in new countries between men who are of no spiritual kindred. It was Deed who, at Philip's suggestion, put Yertner in the way of coming West when he had found Berkshire more impossible than he had left it; and it was Deed whose professional relations to various adventurous enter- prises opened the way to Yertner's first " scheme," and showed him his natural calling. The impartial spectator would scarcely have supposed it a calling justifying marriage ; but in Colorado rustling has the recognition of one of the liberal professions, and when Yertner had been engaged in it a year he worked a pass as far as Chicago through a friend, and returned from Boston, ten days later, married. It was an incredi- 108 BENEFITS FORGOT. ble marriage ; it was the one thing, Philip told him, when he met Beatrice, that he should never forgive him for. Vertner admitted that he was ashamed of himself; no one was more conscious than he that he was an unde- servedly lucky dog. " But what could I do ? " he would say. " I told her it was a shame and a fraud ; I gave her a full resume of my worthlessness ; I told her that if I had ever been good for anything I'd got over it ; I told her that my doings out here would turn a Public Gardens swan red- with pure shock, and would keep her conscience working on horse- car drivers' hours every day. She said she liked it. Then I went for the country, and gave this section down the banks. I told her that she would have to breakfast on climate and dine on scenery ; that in this altitude it takes ten minutes to boil an egg soft, and that they put on beets the day before ; that chickens can't live, and cow's milk is twelve cents a quart ; that pneumonia rides around on a mowing-machine ; that she wouldn't find a library in Maverick ; that the church was closed, and the lecture bureau in the dry dock ; and that you could take up all the civilization in the place on a fork. She said that none of these things mattered, and that something else did. I gave her up." "Hush, Ned!" she was saying now, in response to his profession of liking for Maurice; "perhaps we can get him to stay with us here for next Sunday. It is months since we had a service. An Episcopal clergyman, did you say ? " Vertner nodded, as he cut a little more steak for him- self (they were at their one o'clock-dinner). "I didn't say ; but that's his rating. Don't count me in, though, BENEFITS FORGOT. 109 Trix, on any scheme for supplying the pulpit of St. John's in the Wilderness. You remember I took a hand in the last gospel boom in Maverick. Invite him here, if you like, and get him to preach for you next Sunday. I've no objection, and he won't kick if you make it worth his while. But leave me out. I wouldn't undertake the contract of furnishing a clergyman to that congregation again for a commission of fifty per cent, on his salary." Vertner laughed with enjoyment. Margaret, who had found no way of taking Vertner in the month she had spent in the house with him, was silent. She was think- ing of Philip, and wondering how to frame a question which would inform her about him without seeming to seek the information. Beatrice saved her the need. " We might go and call on Miss Maurice at the hotel," she said, doubtfully, look- ing toward Margaret. " That would commit us to noth- ing. We could see Mr. Maurice and judge for ourselves. Do you think she would see us, Ned?" " Why, she was going to bed when I saw her, to stay until she was rested. But she would see St. John's in the Wilderness on her father's account, I should think, if you made it plain who you were. Write under your name on your card : ' Mrs. Vertner, representing St. John's in the Wilderness.' You'll get the consideration of a commer- cial man travelling for a big house." Beatrice did not smile, but looked at Margaret ques- tioningly. " I think she might be willing to see us," Margaret answered to Beatrice'sjnquiring look. "After such an experience, she might be glad of the sight of friendly faces, even if they were strange." They found this to be true when they went next day. HO BENEFITS FORGOT. They both made friends at once with Dorothy, who was sitting up, and who told the story of what had befallen them in the mountains, gaining for the first time, in see- ing its effect upon her hearers, a sense of the danger through which she had passed. She did not need a re- minder to make her shudder at the journey through the storm ; but the time in the cave had not seemed unhappy. She had not felt that they were in danger — perhaps she had not been allowed to feel it. It occurred to her now to wonder what might have happened if the storm had not ceased the morning after they had taken refuge there, if the wind had not fallen, if the snow had not begun to melt, and if a party of miners, on their way from Bayles's Park, had not found them on the second day, weak and exhausted, of course, but able to ride to Bayles's Park, where they took the train. It was the hope of seeing Philip that had helped Mar- garet to come out for the first time since the day that was to have been her wedding-day. The event had left her spiritually sore ; she could not bear to see any one, much less listen to the questions which must be asked if she went out. Yet there was nothing she liked so little as what she called, in her plain speech, " dodging " : it seemed cowardly not to take the world as it came ; and she was glad of a strong reason for going out. She wanted to see Philip, whom she did not know : it would be the next thing to seeing his father. But it seemed that Philip had left Maverick within a few hours of his arrival. Philip, in fact, had taken the evening train the night before for Leadville, leaving Cutter to go on to Denver, where he had friends who might find something for him to do in connection with the smelting- works BENEFITS FORGOT. HI there. Margaret knew that he must have gone to see his father at Leadville, and she flushed as she thought of one of the probable subjects of conversation between them. VI. As Philip asked for his father at the hotel which Deed was accustomed to make his home during his frequent visits to Leadville, it was in his heart to wish that he had not always been the unsatisfactory son. The day before he might have wished it in a spasm of contrition for the necessity of asking his father for more money; but he was wishing it now because the things they were saying about Deed at Maverick pained and angered him. He was sure his father was in trouble, and he had come up to Leadville with an impulsive desire to help him if he might. He had telegraphed him from Bayles's Park of their safety, and from Maverick, as soon as the rumours reached him, that he was coming up to Leadville. He wanted to help his father in the trouble he merely guessed — he had not stayed to hear the story : but to speak to him as he would like to speak, their relation should be more equal ; it ought to depend less for its harmony on his father's forbearance. He wished heart- ily that he had always persevered in some particular oc- cupation ; or, lacking that, that his failures had cost his father less. In these moods he always denounced his failures to himself as the result of crude and silly experi- ments which he should have known enough to avoid : but when he was as sensible as this he was usually a little 8 112 BENEFITS FORGOT. more sensible, and perceived that the whole fruitless drama of his life, thus far, was inevitable : a fellow like him, he supposed, had to make an appointed degree of fool of himself. In this light the restless longing of his boyhood to possess himself, to lay hands on the charter of his life on his own account ; his refusal to please his father by going to Columbia; the unquiet wish for a different, a freer life, another set of conditions — a man's, say ; his aimless and resultless year in Chile as a civil engineer; his six months of orange-growing in Florida ; his other six months in which he saw a fortune in evaporating peaches in the Southern States, — it was the fortune which had evaporated, — and this last empty-headed folly at Pinon — all seemed foolish indeed, but necessary, like the stages of a disease. He always said to himself in these con- temptuous reflections on his doings that he knew better now, had learned a lesson. And this was in so far true that he seldom made the same kind of fool of himself twice. He was thinking how glad he should be to see his father again, as he followed the bell-boy out of the crowded hotel office along the creaking hallways and up the swaying stairs (the hotel had been built of unseasoned timber, when sawmills were fifty miles away, and money was worth four per cent, a month, and the structure had begun to fall apart), and was adding to himself that since it was in his blood to do undesirable things, it was trebly undesirable that they should be destined to be the disappointment and trouble of so good a fellow as his father. He treated him so handsomely, always, that his disappointment was seldom in evidence ; but Philip knew BENEFITS FORGOT. 113 that it existed, and knew — he recalled the fact now with a bitter smile — that it had been left for Jasper to realize his father's ideals. Jasper had been a cautious and conservative investor at ten, a patient, thoroughgoing man of business at sev- enteen. He sold foreign stamps at school while he was in the first reader, and drove hard bargains in marbles and decalcomania pictures before he knew his Latin paradigms. He was eight when it occurred to him that he might as well turn a penny by serving the morning paper to his father, and to the gentlemen whom he knew on the block (it was in JSTew York), as to let the regular carrier earn it. He rose at five o'clock in the morning to look after his papers, and he had been getting up early ever since. Philip never got up early unless to go hunting, or bird-nesting, or fishing, or to catch the train at the end of the term when he came from boarding-school. He was glad to be going home then, and didn't mind: it was always a happiness to see his father again. He was not merely his father, but a kind of hero to him. Jasper often got home rather late ; there were trades to be set- tled with the boys at school. As the elder brother (he used his advantage of a year for all it was worth) he was properly reserved in his feeling about the coming. And when the time came, Jasper went into business, liked it, stuck to it, succeeded in it ; and then took charge of the ranch, and made a success of that. Jasper had known what he wanted to do from the be- ginning, and was entirely capable of doing it. Philip had known clearly only what he did not want to do, and thus far had not done much. It was this that made him hesi- tate as he came to the door of his father's room. Pie 114 BENEFITS FORGOT. wished again that he could feel that he stood near his father, that the invariable kindness which he remembered in him from boyhood had nothing to forgive in him, that he had not disappointed him. But he turned the knob and went in. His father was sitting under the ineffective light of a huge bronze chan- delier wound about with a brambly wreath of gilt. He was absorbed in work upon a heap of legal documents scattered over the table, and did not hear Philip's en- trance. When the son touched him on the shoulder he turned hastily, and for a moment did not perceive who it was. When he saw, he rose hastily, stretching both hands out to him. " Why, Phil ! Phil ! " he cried, and stopped, choking and not knowing how to go on. " I — the fact is — I thought we shouldn't be seeing you — shouldn't — Phil," he broke off, dashing his hands to his eyes, " what luck — what blessed luck ! I had given you up. I — find a seat, will you ? " Deed sat down hastily, and buried himself in his papers. His lip shook. Philip found a seat on the bed. He himself was much agitated. He had not counted on this at all. He had allowed for his father's anxiety, and had telegraphed him as soon as they reached Bayles's Park ; but that he would think him lost in the storm was outside all his thoughts. Yet no one knew better how near they had all actually been to death in the snow. " Dear father ! " he said to himself, as he watched him making his poor feint of go- ing on with his work. " It's awfully good of him to care ! " Deed glanced up at him once, venturing a smile, and looked down again forthwith. When he was done with BENEFITS FORGOT. 115 the last practicable pretence, he folded his papers slowly. Philip had never seen him so careful about adjusting them. He rose at last, clapping the bundled documents on the table briskly, and came over to where Philip was sit- ting on the bed. Deed dropped down beside him, laying his arm lightly about his shoulders. " Well, boy, how goes it? " Philip dropped his eyes. "Why, that was what I came up to ask you, father. How does it go ? " A spark lighted in Deed's eye. He drew in his breath sharply. He came back and stood before Philip after a nervous turn across the floor. " Phil ? " " Father ? " " You got my wire at Laughing Valley ? " Philip nodded. His father regarded him for a moment in pained question of his face. He thought he read his condemnation in it. " Say it, Phil ! Say it ! " he cried hoarsely. " Don't sit there dumb ! I know what you think. You're right. I sold you out. I signed away your rights. I did you out of your future with a foolish, amiable stroke of the pen. I trusted a scoundrel, and you've to pay for it. I wanted to do the handsome thing by Jasper, and I did it — at your expense. It's been your treat all along, Phil," he said with a miserable smile, " though you didn't know it." Philip leaped up. " Great heaven, father ! you haven't been thinking that I was shouting around about my mis- erable little share in that business? Surely you don't think that I could name it beside your trouble, much less 116 BENEFITS FORGOT. be fooling with the poor question of blame ? I should think Jasper was enough to blame for half a dozen." His father smiled sadly. "What Jasper has done can't excuse me. He couldn't have done it if I hadn't thrown the way open to him. If I hadn't trusted him—" " And you expect me to accuse you of having trusted him ? Wouldn't a father trust his own son, I should like to know ? Is it a thing he must answer for ? " " My God, Phil ! hasn't he answered for it, isn't he answering for it, will he ever get to the end of answering for it ? " He covered his eyes. " I know, father," said Philip, taking a turn across the room. " Ingratitude is like that. It hurts — it keeps on hurting." " Yes," owned Deed grimly ; " it hurts." " Surely it's enough then. Pray don't bother about me. You would have done it for me in the same situa- tion. Do you think I don't know that, or that I don't know that I never gave you the chance ? I've not been doing the approved thing. I never have. When I do, it will be time enough for me to trot out grievance." " Phil, I've not been fair to you." It was the ex- pression of his sense of his whole course towards him from boyhood ; but Philip took it to refer to the contract. " Pshaw, father, I shall rub along for the few years left of the partnership. What difference can it make? I shall be all the better for having to make my own way for a while." " Few years ? " exclaimed his father. " The partnership — it's five years, isn't it ? " said Philip, dropping on the bed again, and curling his legs BENEFITS FORGOT. 117 up comfortably. " You won't mind my smoking ? " he asked, producing a cigarette. His father did not speak, as he drew a match across his boot. " You haven't given Jasper anything. I could understand your feeling that unfair. He has nothing permanently that is mine. At worst, you've lost me nothing, father ; merely postponed it. It's only five years, and if it were ten or fifteen, it's not your act ; it's Jasper's. Don't talk of my loss ; there is none. And if there were, what would it be to yours ? I could only lose money by him. I'm — well, I'm not his father. I haven't protected him, and worked for him, and kept him from every sort of harm, and done all I knew for him since he was a child. I never gave him a father's love and trust to wound me with." Deed groaned. " Oh, stop it, Phil ! Stop it ! You make it impossible to tell you." He rose and wandered about the room aimlessly, picking up the rose-flushed vases on the mantel, and studying their red and gilt flow- ers, turning up the gas, and leaving it hissing, detaching the loop that caught back the window-curtain, and return- ing it to its bracket again. Philip watched him wonder- ingly. His cigarette went out. " Oh, come, father ! " he said at last, smiling. " One would think you had been putting up some infernal job on me." His father looked up, eying him haggardly. " You've said it." " Said what, father ? I don't understand." Deed paused with the poker in his hand to say over his shoulder, as he stooped to the fire, " They didn't tell you at Maverick, then ? " 118 BENEFITS FORGOT. " I gathered you were in trouble. I heard that your marriage was postponed. I thought you would rather tell me?" " Oh, so I would ! So I would ! " exclaimed his fa- ther, absently, as he turned from the fire. He looked remorsefully into the eyes that met his. "Why didn't somebody tell you ! " he cried. Philip made a place for him by his side, as he came meditatively towards him, with his head down. Deed guessed the grease-spot on the carpet, clouding one of the fruit-bearing boys in their ovals, to be kerosene, as he paused a moment in study of it. He had decided it was champagne, as he looked up and faced his son again. His voice melted. " How the deuce am I going to tell you, Phil?" " What's the use, father ? " " Oh, use ! " exclaimed Deed, impatiently. He tapped his foot above the curly head of one of the dove-coloured boys. " You've got to know. Pshaw ! Why didn't some one tell you ! " He strode away to the other corner of the room, snapping his fingers noiselessly. " Tell me, father—" began Philip. " You won't believe it ! She didn't." He breathed a heavy sigh. " I suppose it isn't very credible," he said, staring into the air. " I don't understand it myself all the time." " But—" " It's infamous, I tell you. You don't want me to tell it. Better go hear it from the gossips, Phil. I supposed they knew about it by this time ; I trusted to your having heard it from them. They will know what to think BENEFITS FORGOT. 119. about it. I don't. I think it magnificently right one minute, and the other thing the next. It's cost me enough to be right ; it's cost every one else enough to be wrong." " Tell me, father," insisted Philip, " what coil has Jasper got you into ? " " Ah, now you have it, Phil ! That's something like ! Stick to that ! That's what I say to myself when I've accused myself black and blue. I say it was Jasper. It was Jasper; and it was Adam, too, in the same way. Things have got to have a beginning. It would be a poor sin that hadn't some sort of provocation to its back." " You forget who you're talking to, father. You don't think you can make believe you have done anything wrong." " I don't know what I can make you believe. Sup- pose, Phil, you are fool enough to trust a man to wear a diamond. He isn't only wearing your diamond, you see, but your trust. One day he simplifies things by pocket- ing the stone. In a wrestle for it, you snatch it from him and throw it into the river. You are not strong enough to get it back for yourself and keep it ; only just strong enough to keep it from him by losing it yourself. You see how you couldn't let him have it, don't you, Phil?" " Yes, I see," said Philip, thoughtfully. " It's not the stone, you know." Philip stroked his mustache thoughtfully. "No; it isn't the stone." " You could bear that ; the other you can't. I've sold the range for $25,000," he said abruptly. Philip started. " But it was worth $150,000." 120 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Yes," said his father, dryly ; " that's the point." ." My dear father — you can't do this." " Why not ? " demanded Deed. " It's illegal, for one thing. You can't sell even a partner's property out from under him." " Certainly I can — this sort of property. I can sell the cattle as if they were dry-goods or drugs — things a partner is as free to sell to an innocent purchaser, with- out the knowledge and consent of the other partner, as if they were altogether his own. They're chattels. And as to the range, whose land is it in Colorado ? Not mine. Not the partnership's. You don't suppose I'm conveying a fee simple to four or five thousand acres of land, I hope. I haven't got it to give. The purchaser holds it as he can. Of course there is the question of damages with Jasper. But I'll risk that. Trust me for the law of it, boy." Philip stared at him. " And what does Jasper say ? " he asked, in a voice which he seemed to hear speaking in the tones of some one else from a distance. His father glanced up at him doubtfully. He caught his hands behind his big head as he crossed his legs and threw himself back in the deep sleepy-hollow chair. " Jas- per ? Why, that's just the pity of it. We haven't heard what Jasper thinks. It's too bad, because that's where all the fun comes in — what he thinks. The fun has been rather slow so far in other quarters." " Do you mean that you have ruined yourself to even things up with Jasper ? " demanded his son, making no answer. Deed glanced at his nails. " I shouldn't put it that way," he said huskily ; " but that's what it comes to." BENEFITS FORGOT. 121 " And Miss Derwenter — Mrs. Deed, my mother who is to be ! " His father looked steadily into his eyes a moment. " I meant to ruin her too, but she objected." " And that is what—" " What parted us ? Yes," said his father. Philip turned suddenly upon his heel and strode away to the window, brushing aside the lace curtains, and van- ishing within the embrasure. The street was alight with the night gaiety of Leadville. He bent an unseeing eye on the spectacle. As his father gazed after him, a look of desolation set- tled on his face. The lightness he had forced fell away from him, and he fixed a glance upon the spot where his son had disappeared — bitter, doubting, wistful. He saw suddenly how the self -accusations of his lone- liness — the miserable loneliness which had overtaken him since he had broken with Margaret — had instinctively looked to Philip for contradiction all along, how he had relied on Philip's comprehension. At his lowest he had said to himself that Philip, cruelly injured as he was by his act, must see how he had come to do it, must recog- nize its inevitableness. Jasper had always had his admira- tion, his approval — Philip was right about that. But he had always understood Philip better. He was more like himself. And now he trusted him to understand him, to make allowances for a thing which he had known well, even in his passion, must need some allowance from any- body, and would never be understood at all by more than one or two. One of these he had supposed confidently would be Margaret. To repeat his disappointment in her with Philip would be merely killing : he could not bear 122 BENEFITS FORGOT. it. Why, he began to ask himself, had he done this thing? " Oh, come out of that, Philip ! " he cried at last, in an irresistible burst of impatience. " Come out, and say what you've got to say ! I can stand it, I guess." Philip obeyed slowly. He paused just outside the cur- tains, fastening his eyes on the floor. " There's nothing to say, father. You've done it, haven't you ? " " Do you wish I hadn't ? " asked his father, quickly. " Why, it's hardly my part, is it, father, to question what you do ? " " Pshaw ! " exclaimed his father, contemptuously. " I'm not asking for criticism. I ask about your feelings. You know about them, I suppose. You understand, I dare say, how it feels to lose $50,000." Poor Deed ! Why should the wrong which he was conscious of having done Philip and Margaret make him hard toward both of them, where he most wished to be gentle ? Philip winced, but controlled himself to say : " What has my feeling to do with it, father ? It's the thing itself that matters, isn't it ? " "You mean on high moral grounds?" asked Deed, the colour rising in his face threateningly. Philip knew the approaches of one of, his father's bursts of passion too well to feel guiltless in provoking one of them, however remotely. " Do you want me to say I like it, father ? I don't. But would my liking better it ? Surely you see, father, that the thing is wrong in itself." " Oh, I don't know what I see," cried Deed, gnawing BENEFITS FORGOT. 123 at his bristly mustache as he paced the floor. " I know it seemed the only right thing there was when I did it. I know I had to do it. That's my safest ground, perhaps — I had to do it. Good God, Phil ! you see that ! You wouldn't have had me leave him with his plunder ? " He sat down, and instantly leaped up again. Philip wandered restlessly about. " I haven't it, it's true, but he hasn't. It's cost the whole subject of dispute to beat him ; but I have beaten him. I have rounded on his devilish falsity. And I would do it again. Yes ; rather than have to think that he had done such a thing and prospered in it, I would do it twice over. Why, Phil, I've beaten him ! Could I pay too much for that?" Philip bit his lip. " Why, since you ask me, father, I'm bound to say that I think you could. I think you have. His being a blackguard doesn't help it. It makes it worse." Deed's face darkened. "You mean that you have paid too much. You mean that I let you in for enough in making you pay for my whim of pleasing Jasper with- out making you pay for my squaring of accounts with him?" " No," said Philip, looking in his father's face ; " I don't mean that. They are my accounts, too. It's against me that Jasper has done as much as against you. Heaven knows," he said, as his face darkened, and he doubled his fist under his sleeve, " I'd be glad to square my account with Jasper. If there is going to be a settlement, I'm ready to pay my share. But, father, there mustn't be a squaring of accounts on this basis. The thing's wrong, it's indefensible, it's impossible." Deed drove his clenched hand into his open palm. 124 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Impossible ? For whom ? For you ? For Margaret ? " he demanded. "Or perhaps you mean for Jasper ? " he asked mockingly. " I do mean for Jasper. It's a wrong to him." " A wrong to Jasper !" cried Deed, in scornful amuse- ment, kicking a chair out of his path as he walked back and forth. " T— s— s— s ! " " See here, father, I've no love for Jasper. You must know that. But I can't be part of a scheme for burking him like this." "Burking him?" " Well, selling him out, wiping out his share while he's away. You don't want me to help you do a wrong like that to yourself, father ? " " Did I ask for your help ? " inquired Deed, in a tone of defence. Philip flushed. " Why, I should have said that you had used it." " In wiping out your share ? " said his father, with threatening calmness. " Do you object to that ?" " I suppose I must say that I object to the purpose you are wiping it out for. Why, father, you see it your- self. You've as much as owned it. The thing's not fair ! " Deed's mouth fell. He stared at him in an amaze- ment that gave way to a look of inexpressible grief, as he came and stood before Philip, and laid a doubting hand on his shoulder. " Phil, Phil ! " he cried, miserably in- terrogating the eyes which his son let fall. " You're not going back on me ! " " Going back on you, father ? " Philip snatched the hand hanging by his side. " I'm trying to save you. BENEFITS FORGOT. 125 You're letting yourself in for a lifetime of remorse. You'll kick yourself for this thing before you are a week older. Think, father ! Can you aif ord to do a wrong like this to Jasper ? " His father gave an inarticulate grunt of contempt, and bit his lip as if he feared what he might be tempted to say. It had been in his mind to tell Philip that he had done his best to buy his word back about the range, in order to keep his word with Margaret, and that he had had his trouble for his pains. But he would not give him so much satisfaction now. It had not been done for Jasper's sake, at all events, he said to himself scornfully. " Drop it, Phil ! " he said suddenly, at last. " This isn't a safe subject between us. I know what I've done. I've never had a doubt—not one single moment's doubt, mind you — about this as far as Jasper is concerned. He's done me the crudest wrong that a son can do a father. Do you think it's a time to be nice about what I do to him?" " Why, father, isn't it the time of times ? If he had never wronged you, one might afford a luxury like that. One can do it with best friends. But to do an indefensi- ble thing — you own that, father : it is indefensible — and to choose Jasper for the object of it ! — you see, yourself, it won't work. When you put him in the right by put- ting yourself in the wrong with him, you're simply taking a permanent lease of torment. There's no end to the mess, this way. Don't you see it? Aggression of some sort becomes his right. It will be almost a virtue in him. Where will there ever be end to it ? It will make you un- happy, father. That is what I'm thinking of. And the 126 BENEFITS FORGOT. unhappiest part of the whole business will be when you see that, after all, it ivasnH fair." " Fair ! " cried his father, hoarsely. " Fair ! Oh, the devil ! " He sat down, clenching his hands. The blood rose in his face. " Did you wish to be unfair ? " "Yes!" shouted Deed. "Yes! I wished to be all that you imply ! I wished to be unfair to both of you ! " " Both of us ! " exclaimed Philip, turning pale. " Oh, I know what you think ! I wished to be unfair to Jasper, and to do it I must be doubly unfair to you, and I didn't care. You don't say it. You talk of Jasper." " Father, can you think — ? " " Yes — more than you say." Philip grew white about the nostrils. " I have said all that I mean. I say it's shabby to freeze Jasper out in his absence ; I say that you are free to use whatever share I may claim in the range as you like. But not for that. I won't be a party to it. I won't stand by and see you do such a wrong to yourself." " Say what you mean ! " cried his father, with an im- plication in his voice which maddened Philip beyond control. " Father ! " he cried warningly. Deed thrust his hands into his pockets, and, facing him with deliberate bitterness, looked into his eyes. " I will pay you every penny of your d fifty thousand dol- lars before you are twenty-four hours older." For a moment Philip stared at his father in speechless anger. Then with a cry of rage he burst from the room. BENEFITS FORGOT. 127 VII. The clerk in the office spared a single gleam of the eye, which was busy challenging the newcomers by the evening express from Denver — looking them into the earth and pardoning them into existence again long enough to send them aloft in the care of " Front," — to observe Philip's quick push through the office, The crowd parted before his blind look and determined arm, and in a moment he was in the air, reeling up the street, with his veins aflame and his tongue hot upon his lips. His anger bore him on through the mob that com- monly fills the sidewalk to its edge at night in Leadville. They gave way before his white face and set look. He did not know where he was going until a sharp ascent on the outskirts of the town took his breath in the manner of lesser elevations at the altitude of Leadville. He paused on the summit, and, snatching off his hat, bared his moist forehead and beating head. The sweet, strong, uplifting keenness of the mountain air swept through his brain. He pushed back the thick hair about his brow, and stared up at the stars, shining down upon him through an atmosphere fined to an ethe- real rarity. The intolerable exaltation of the air played upon his fevered spirit. Standing there, he said to himself that he could never forgive his father ; the affront was too deep, the miscon- ception too gross. That he should think him capable of such meanness ; that he should be ready on the suggestion of an instant to class him with Jasper ; above all, that he should asperse him with the thought that he could 128 BENEFITS FORGOT. use a pretended impulse of fairness to a man who had done him a wrong — an impulse of generosity, if one liked (standing out there in the air Philip said to himself that, after all, it was generous), to cloak a low appeal for him- self — it was too much ! It was not what any man could be expected to forgive another. He repeated to himself often that he did not care that he was his father. No human relationship could give a man the right to insult another like that. And then, in a moment, he laughed at the boyish self- assertion, and could have wept for his father. The air was really too tense ; he could not think in it. He recalled inconsequently that he had meant to ask his father to lend him $400. The recollection was a fresh pain. It seemed to him that his father could not have suspected him in just that way if he had not given him good cause to know that he was always in want of money — that the whole question of money ruled him, at times, in a way which he himself could not reconcile with better things in his nature. JSTo wonder his father had thought his urgency interested. Had he ever shown him- self disinterested where money was involved ? As he went back through the town he thought he would go straight to his father and make it right for him. But the low instinct of pride, which Philip was disposed in heated moments to take for the noblest thing in himself, withheld him. He could not do it. Finally, perhaps, he would do it — indeed, the subtle second con- sciousness knew very well that in the end he must do it, for he could not live unreconciled to his father; the amiable need, mixed of generosity and selfishness, to live at one with those nearest him would force him to it at BENEFITS FORGOT. 129 last; and he knew that he could never let his father make the advance. That would be too shameful ; yet he must refuse himself the happiness of going to bed with it righted. He knew for a folly the honour that he did the shallow conceit of dignity, in waiting ; but he could not get him- self into. the door of the hotel and up the stairs to his father's room when the time came. He crossed over to the other side of the street when he reached the hotel, and then he saw that his father's light was out. He told him- self, now, that he had probably meant to do it to-night, after all ; that he had been postponing it until he should have had a glass of something at Pop Wyman's to clear his head ; and he believed that he was sorry his father had gone to bed. But when he found him playing at the faro-table, where he paused for a moment, after his glass at the bar, he sheered away hastily, avoiding his eye ; and went unhappily down Chestnut street, plunging into the first dance-hall he passed, and suffering one of the " beer- jerkers " to wheedle him into treating her to a mint-julep. She said she never took anything but mint- juleps. He saw again remorsefully the look on his father's face as he bent over the faro-table (he was losing heavily), while he chaffed the girl vaguely, from some exterior nimbus of intelligence, on her fad for mint-juleps. When she would have dragged him upon the floor, however, to join the quadrille that was forming, he broke away without cere- mony, and made for the door. The miners in their blue shirts and brown, copper- riveted trousers stuck into their boots, and with their armories belted around their waists, beat time to the mu- sic which was just beginning in the hot and reeking hall, 130 BENEFITS FORGOT. dimly lighted by kerosene-lamps. One of them shouted after him by name to come back. Philip, as he turned for a moment at the door, recognized the speaker for a man he had known at Piflon. It was young Hafferton, the tutor who had given up his post at Dartmouth to come "West for consumption, and, recovering, had not yet found enough money to take him back. He had been the single reporter of the daily paper at Pinon. He had a long nose and a thin, straggling beard, and wore glasses. Philip supposed he was working the mine he used to talk to him about taking, with half a dozen other impecunious young men of his own sort, on a lease. " Oh, hello, Hafferton ! " he said, in listless recogni- tion. He went back for a moment to shake hands with him over the rail dividing the dancing-floor from the drinking-bar. Hafferton told him that, as he had sup- posed, he was working the " Come to me Quickly " on a lease. They were hiring no labour, but putting in their own. They had found good pay dirt, he said, and were doing well. He hoped to start for home in the spring, and to have a little left when he got back to keep him go- ing until he could find something to do again. He was tired of mining. He had given up all the brave hopes with which he had begun. He was content to take a fair day's wages out of their leased claim day by day, if he might. "I suppose we shall think of this as a stereopticon view we've seen, rather than as a real experience, a year or two hence, when we're back East," said Hafferton, glancing about the dingy room. " But we must take what fun's moving. ' Everything goes in Colorado,' " he said, repeating the current slang phrase. BENEFITS FORGOT. 131 Philip refused the inclusion of himself in this point of view with a glance which should have explained to Haf- ferton what an ass he was. But Hafferton went on, un- disquieted : "You're down on your ranch, now, I suppose?" Philip's plans for leaving Pinon had been known before Hafferton left for Leadville. " I've no ranch," growled Philip, ungraciously. " Why, but I thought — " began Hafferton, doubtfully, beginning to feel the distance in Philip's manner. " I know you did. So did I." " Somebody jumped your claim ? " Philip surveyed him a moment, wondering^if he could have heard anything. "No," said he, truculently, as if Haiferton was likely to dispute it; "I sold it." " Oh ! " exclaimed Hafferton. He had a chirpy man- ner, and a polite little voice which twisted every nerve in Philip. " I hope you got a good price for it." He looked at Philip uncertainly. " I think they're waiting for me," he said, glancing behind him, where the three sets on the floor were making the preliminary bows to their partners. His own young lady was beckoning to him. " So long ! " he said, waving his hand lightly as he disappeared. At the theatre across the way Philip made out, through the cloud of tobacco-smoke hovering between him and the stage, an elderly woman in a ball-dress, the skirt of which reached to her knees. She was describing to the audience from the footlights in song how she met her " Harry " on Carbonate Hill every pleasant afternoon at the change of shifts. The burden of the matter was that Harry was " such a nice young man ! " Philip found himself waiting 132 BENEFITS FORGOT. for the wriggle with which the cracked voice attacked this phrase at the end of each stanza; and came to wonder dully, as she would begin the amorous tale afresh, how she was going to connect the sense of this stanza at the end with her central truth, while the thought went buzzing in his head : " He means to raise that money to-morrow. How?" The epithets which he would use against himself on ordinary occasions of remorse did not enough blacken his act. How could he have allowed the talk with his father, which he had meant should console him with the knowl- edge that he, at least, remained faithful to him, to issue in an estrangement between them, and in this miserable re- solve of his father's to pay him a foolish debt of pride ? His father had been trying. Oh, of course. But might he not have guessed that he must be trying ? He knew his temper. Knowing the fine, the good, the generous man behind it, had he ever cared for that before ? And remembering the trial through which he had just passed, recalling that he had found him still trembling from the hurt that Jasper had dealt him, should he not have for- borne ? Should he not, at all events and at all costs, have avoided losing his second son to him ? But what he had implied was intolerable ; he turned hot at thought of it. Yet if to be imagined so base was maddening, what must it not be to his father to think him so ? He rose with the determination to hunt up his father, and to make him know his thought before he slept. They could settle the Jasper question another time. Just now his only anxiety was for reconciliation. He refused the return-check offered him by the frowsy being who guarded the exit to the theatre. The assurance BENEFITS FORGOT. 133 that Harry was " such a nice young man " followed him with a dying quaver and simper into the street. On the sidewalk he encountered Vertner. It appeared that the latter had come up to Leadville from Maverick to see Deed about a mine they were interested in together — to speak accurately, a mine which Vertner had induced Deed to join him in purchasing. The mine was filling with water, and it was a question between putting in ex- pensive machinery to pump it out, and abandoning it. Vertner had in his pocket an assay of the vein they were working. " Your father says we can't afford to go on with it ; says lie hasn't got any money (I believe him, for he was just trying to borrow $25,000 when I struck him) ; but I say we can't afford to give it up. Taber might ; we can't. It's a chance in a lifetime. With dirt like that in sight, it's only the rich who can afford to economize. You don't happen to have $10,000 in your clothes, do you ? " " No," said Philip ; " I was just going to ask you if you knew where I could borrow $50,000." Vertner stopped short (they were walking together towards Harrison Avenue), taking Philip unceremoni- ously by the arm. " See here, put me on to this thing ! What are you and your father up to ? Is there a dollar in it?" " Aren't you in schemes enough, Vertner ? " he asked, to turn the subject. " No, my boy. There are not schemes enough in the cosmos for the energy I feel in myself when I get up any of these fine mornings. And the mints don't manufac- ture the money that I feel I could use. What's the use of living if you haven't a new idea for the new day, as it 134 BENEFITS FORGOT. comes along ? These fellows that get an idea when they are eighteen, and spread it thin over the rest of their lives, to make it last, give me a pain. Come, whisper it to your uncle ! What are you up to — you and your father ? " " Oh, drop it, Vertner ! " cried Philip, wearily. Vertner's quick ear caught the accent of pain in his voice. " Oh, well, now you've got to tell me, or own up that you won't let a fellow help you. The scheme is dropped with pleasure. I'm starting a popular subscrip- tion that's worth two of it. I call it ' Vertner's Grand Popular Subscription for the Presentation to Philip Deed, Esq., of a Nickel- Plated Derrick to be Employed in Ele- vating Him from some Confounded Muss.' " He wrote the words on the air with a fluent hand as they walked up Harrison Avenue towards the hotel. The crowd had be- gun to disperse ; the shops were dark, and the gambling- houses cast the only light, save that of the electric lamps, upon the street from behind their glass fronts. " There's going to be one subscriber to my fund — just one. If you want $50,000, you've got to have it, and I'm going to get it for you." " It's deuced white of you, Vertner," said Philip, with gloomy gratitude ; " but you can't do it. I want it to- morrow." He threw away his cigarette and began rolling another. " Try something possible. Prevent my father from borrowing $25,000. It will do me the same service." " Oh, come ! I call for a show-down ! " cried Vertner. "/ don't know what you are driving at." " My father has a crazy notion of paying me $50,000 to-morrow. Other men would threaten it. He will do it. He fancies — he thinks — " Philip gulped down the lump in his throat — " he has an idea that I am kick- BENEFITS FORGOT. 135 ing about that business with Jasper. You know about that?" " No," said Yertner, a quickening glance of curiosity passing over his shrewd face ; " I don't. What was it?" Philip told him fully, as they passed under an electric lamp, the knife-edge glare of which showed their faces, and would have tempted an observer to note the contrast between them — to remark how Philip's sinewy bulk made more than its impression by the side of Vertner's slight, wiry build, thin, alert little face, and medium stature ; and how Vertner, who, in his own way, was as sufficient as the driving-wheel of an engine, took an aspect of in- effectiveness from the power expressing itself in every line of Philip's frame. The deceptive outward look of ineffectiveness, which was accented by contrast with Philip, was always what impressed those who met Yertner for the first time ; and coupled with the still, sleepy gaze habitually dwelling in his eyes while he was engaged in the approaches to " talking business," it had often encouraged men with whom he dealt in his early Colorado days to trade on the unsophistication of an under-endowed young innocent — as, with a twinkling eye, Yertner said, in the Western slang that often displaced the inadequacies of his Massa- chusetts English, " It was the kind of case where a man picks you up for a sucker, and lays you down for a shark." To the casual eye Yertner looked about Philip's age, not because he was not seven years older, but because Philip's superior height and weight, his tanned cheek, heavy mustache, high-growing hair, lips closed firmly on each other from habit, and a certain look of manly self- command in his quiet eyes, added five or six years to his 136 BENEFITS FORGOT. twenty-three summers ; while Vertner, who went always clean shaven, whose hair was fair and thin, whose smooth, clever, keen, good-humoured face had the incurable boy- ish look through all its shrewdness, that every one will re- member in some man-boy he knows — Vertner, I say, pro- cured a diminution of his thirty years by six or seven in the eyes of the casual observer. The observer, when he came to know him better, would have perceived the shrewd lines beginning to gather at the corners of his mouth. By this time he would have liked Vertner, or he might have gone on to add that it was a sophisticated, even a calculating mouth ; and might have found some- thing hard in those shrewd lines. " Father imagines," concluded Philip, as they moved on, — " something I said gave him the idea, — that I feel my- self swindled by what he did — selling Jasper out. You know my father. He doesn't need facts for his anger, and what I said was easily misunderstood. It was in the na- ture of the thing. One word for Jasper looked like two for myself. It ended in his swearing that he would pay me my third share in the ranch within twenty-four hours. That was to-night. He had the $25,000 by him from the sale of the ranch. That's plain enough from his trying to borrow only $25,000. But he can no more raise $25,000 more by to-morrow, as things are with him, than you can, Vertner. He'll do it though. You know that. And he'll do it at a cost that he will pay for with every moment of his life afterward." " Um. You wouldn't need the — the trifle you mention very long, would you ? " " Long enough to lend it to my father, take it from him, and pay it back." BENEFITS FORGOT. 137 " You're not thinking of lending it to him yourself, I take it. There is to be somebody iu between ? " " Certainly. I suppose it wouldn't be hard to find a man generous enough to lend father $25,000 of my money without security if I could get the $25,000." They were at the door of a saloon. Philip said he had just been drinking, and wanted nothing; but he went in with Vertner, who ordered vermuth, and insisted on his taking something with him. Vertner had learned to drink vermuth in the fast set into which he had fallen at the preparatory school from which there had once been an in- tention of sending him to Harvard. " No ; no more," said Philip, shaking his head in an- swer to Vertner 's urgence, after their one glass together. " Well, then, take my good advice," said Vertner, as they went out into the street together. " Take something with me. If I were in your shoes, I'd skip." " Oh, no, you wouldn't, Vertner. You'd know my father if you'd lived in my shoes as long as I have, and you'd see the folly of it. He'll pay that money over to me just the same, you know, whether I am here to take it in person or not. It's not difficult to deposit a check to my credit at his bank, and notify me by wire. If I am going to attempt refusing it, I can do it better by staying. The other way I should be helpless. If I stay, though I can't really refuse it, perhaps I can manage what will come to the same thing." " Oh, all right," exclaimed Vertner, good-naturedly abandoning the point. " Count on me." They walked Harrison Avenue for an hour or more, discussing plans for preventing Deed from borrowing the money. Philip could not have given a name to his fears. 138 BENEFITS FORGOT. He merely knew that since his father had stripped himself of the ranch he could not lay hands at such notice on $25,000 of his own ; and he knew no less well that some- where, in some way, he would lay hands on it, and would pay it over to him, if he would let him, next day, to- gether with $25,000 more. He was haunted by a strange dread. They went into one saloon and another. Philip was restless. At several places they overheard talk about Deed. It was one o'clock, and they had dropped into St. Anne's Eest, when Philip, as he put his glass to his lips (he was drinking too much, and was conscious of it, but was in- capable of stopping), heard a red-faced man standing next him at the bar, say, with an oath : " Just my luck ! Deed and I are on this here Church Building Fund together. Our committee subscribed the square thing, and now Deed'll shirk his share when the time comes, and the committee'll have to make up his sub- scription among themselves. I always said we ought to have subscribed it separately 'stid of as a committee ; but Hank Jackson wanted to keep his subscription dark. He wasn't ponying up as much as usual. Shouldn't wonder if he was going same way as Deed. ' Iron Silver ' or ' Morning Star,' did you say ? " His companion, whose florid face was supported upon a bull neck, and whose mustache had been trained to wan- ton in a grandiose curve, and to hang its spreading boughs within easy twirling distance of his collar, said that it was the " Iron Silver " he had spoken of. " He must be hard up ! Men in this town ain't put- ting up ' Iron Silver ' stock even when they want to bor- row $25,000 pretty bad — not very brash ! " BENEFITS FORGOT. 139 Philip had put down his glass. His muscles grew rigid. The impulse to seize the bull neck, and to choke the man until he denied it, was a mastering need ; but he forbore. Perhaps the man spoke the truth. He turned pale, and pinched his eyes with his fingers, and beat his head to clear his brain of the fumes of the liquor he had drunk. " Come ! " he cried to Vertner, clutching his arm. Vertner stood still, listening. " Come ! " he repeated hoarsely. "You heard?" he said, when they were outside, in the cold, strong air. " Yes. The thing's got to be stopped ! I'm with you." " Stopped ! " exclaimed Philip. " Stopped ! My God, man, do you know whose ' Iron Silver ' shares those are ? " " Your father's." " Humph ! Listen ! " He whispered in his ear. Vertner started. Under the ghostly glare of the elec- tric light his face paled. He repeated Philip's word in the same whisper. He caught his arm vehemently, in- quiringly. Philip nodded. " Come ! " he said. "Where?" " To the telegraph-office." " It's closed." " They'll open it for a thing like this. 3 ' " What are you going to do ? " " Do f I'm going to get that money." Vertner went with him. 140 BENEFITS FORGOT. VIII. Beatrice did not wholly respect her fancy that she occasionally saw a look of dogged repression or patient pain in Dr. Ernfield's eyes lately. She had fallen into the wifely habit of seeing things a little qualified by her husband's probable comments on her observations; and she knew that Vertner would make fun of her if she told him of this fancy. But the listless step which had re- placed the briskness prevailing through the worst of his former weakness, and the growing haggardness of his whole outward aspect, were things which any one must see, she said to herself after a day or two. She wondered that Margaret, who saw so much of him, appeared to be blind to them ; but then, Margaret was blind. For her part, she resolved to say nothing. It was not her affair. Fred Keif ner, his stable-boy and factotum, the warmth of whose affection for his employer was one of the jokes of the town, noticed the change, at all events, imme- diately, and told at home that " Doc was growin' peaked ag'in, and losin' all he'd gained." Fred drove Ernfield about, and was frequently at the house. Beatrice and Margaret often exchanged a word with him : his loyal adoration of the doctor, taking no account of the derision it won him among boys of his own age, touched them. " It don't make no difference to a feller what he does for a trick ! " he had said at some intimation from Beatrice on one occasion that his fealty might lose him caste among the boys. He said it with the exaltation of a noble of King Henry's at Ivry, chanting, And be our oriflamme to-day, King Henry of Navarre! BENEFITS FORGOT. 141 And Beatrice gladly abandoned him to the consequences of his faith to his liege. His talk about Ernfield's health, reaching Beatrice at last through her kitchen, suffused her prophetic soul with a glow of confirmation not all pain. "When it finally reached Margaret, through Beatrice, she took shame to herself for having leaned on him so much. She recog- nized that, in the week since Deed's departure, she had fallen into a habit of dependence upon him for part of her daily support — -a habit which she could not help see- ing was growing upon her. A perception of the way in which others must have leaned on his generous strength, if she, so entirely accustomed to stand alone, could fall in a few days into the habit, overwhelmed her at the same moment. In the light of this she seemed to understand how he had come to his present condition. When Margaret had worked so much out in her own mind, she had a conscience about suffering him in any way to help her bear the weight of her own misery. But her resolve to deny herself the support of his strength was found to be less easily carried out by a mere exertion of will than some of her other resolves. If she was to see him at all she discovered that he must con- stantly lend her a part of himself unconsciously. It was not a question whether she could feel free to accept the beneficent sturdiness that walled her about from the poignant world that she dared not yet take a look at, and sustained her from day to day in her own sense of the duty that remains, though pleasure goes. It ex- isted for her, as the sun exists; if she put herself in the way of its rays she could not be less than warm if she would. 142 BENEFITS FORGOT. When, at length, she took this scruple to Beatrice, she was openly scorned for it. " But what a girl it is ! " cried Beatrice. " Poke, poke, poke at a fire that even your conscience couldn't prod into burning a fly ; and let a regular conflagration — a Chicago fire — kindle under your very nose! Mar- garet ! " she exclaimed with an indescribable accent of despair. " Why, what in the world have I done ? " asked Mar- garet. " I don't know whether you have done it yet ; but if you haven't, it's his character rather than your careful- ness that's to be thanked for it. You remember what I used to tell you before — before the other day. You wouldn't believe it then. You wouldn't tell him, or let Mm tell him, of your engagement. But I've seen it going on this five weeks. A week ago it mightn't have been plain to a girl whose modesty won't let her believe that she can matter to anybody. But even to her it must be plain now. Maggie ! Surely you've seen ! " They were seated in the room above the parlour in Beatrice's little two-story house. Beatrice was running a long seam on a pinafore of green gingham for her baby, and, bent over the sewing-machine, in this motherly oc- cupation, and delivering herself of these sagacities, the air of matronly wisdom seemed to have descended upon her. When Margaret took her meaning, after a moment, the shame of it seemed as bad as the newspaper article — worse, indeed, for of that she had read only a dozen lines, which it was possible to forget ; but of this she tasted the entire ignominy. She did not know what to say. She BENEFITS FORGOT. 143 wanted to fall on Deed's shoulder, and to beg his protec- tion from such thoughts. Why was he not here to shield her from them ? But her next reflection was for Ernfield. " Beatrice ! " she cried. " I wonder at you ! " " I thought you would," Beatrice answered calmly. " But it is really time, dear, I made you wonder. I often try to fancy what such people as I can be made for, you know, Maggie. But I never wonder when I am with you. It's our business to cut a path for the feet of people like you, who are made to walk with their heads in the clouds." " It's an insult to him ! " breathed Margaret, irrele- vantly. " Of course ; and an indignity to you, and an open affront to Mr. Deed. Don't imagine I don't know that. But it's necessary to say it, all the same." "How can you think such a thing of him?" cried Margaret, indignantly. She was scarlet. She put back the lock that habitually strayed into her eyes with a gesture of self-control, and went on with the crocheting on which she was engaged. " Dear Maggie, he is only a man," returned Beatrice, convincingly. u What makes you think him so different from other men ? " " Because he is, I think, for one reason," Margaret re- turned, studying attentively the baby sack she was making for Beatrice, for a lost stitch. " But if he were ever so like, it would not be cause to suppose him capable of such — " She paused inconclusively, and bent her eyes upon the work again. It had been a fortunate resource since she had been unable to fix her mind on reading or any of her usual occupations. One could think, one could 10 144 BENEFITS FORGOT. even be as miserable as one liked, or as one must, while one crocheted. " You seem to forget, Beatrice," she went on quietly, after a moment, " that he is very ill — dying, perhaps, and that I am — " She did not know how to say what she was. " Why, you dear, crazy, heavenly-minded, impractical thing ! " cried Beatrice, trying not to laugh. " Since when did men love women less when they were ill ? The people who are most against woman — who won't have her on any terms — agree that she is a famous nurse ! Mag- gie ! " she exclaimed, at a look of deep pain on Margaret's face, " I don't mean that. I mean only that men are just as capable of falling in love with a woman on a death-bed as on horseback, or on a front piazza, in the bloom of health. What has that to do with it ? And as to your other objection, it's just no objection at all. He can't know that you hold yourself no less bound to— to him be- cause — because of things. He can't be expected to im- agine that you are abhorring him and being loyal to him in a breath. Come ! Be fair, Margaret ! You must own that there is no reason why the man shouldn't have tum- bled into love with you. The next thing is to rescue him." " If you mean that I am to show him by my manner that I know him to have such a feeling, if you mean that I am to insult him, I'm sure you must know I could never do it. To think it would be bad enough ; and I don't think it. To give an idea like that the sanction of a word, a silence, a look — Beatrice ! " she cried, in an indescribable tone of injury, " there are things which even you must not say ! " She went on with her crocheting in silence ; the quiet, steady little push of her forefinger, as it ran along the needle and caught the stitch, seemed, for the moment, BENEFITS FORGOT. 145 the embodiment of her sober view of life. Beatrice re- mained quelled, but unconvinced. Margaret's judiciousness could not keep a certain change out of her manner toward him, of course, when he came again. Beatrice, though she had retired from the contest defeated, had contrived to poison her thought of him with consciousness. But it was pleasant to see that he seemed to have no sense of the change. Ernfield continued to come, and Margaret allowed her- self without a prick of conscience to look forward more and more to the cheer he brought into the desolate days on which she had fallen. It was certainly true that Mar- garet always saw her own point of view so plainly, and was so simply faithful to it, that she was in danger of reckoning too confidently upon the counterpart of her own feeling in another. It was at least a faith that any one understanding it must have abused with reluctance ; and in so far she was protected by her very rashness. But Beatrice was probably on unassailable ground in thinking it the reverse of worldly wise. Yet if Margaret had been bothered by two consciences about him, instead of feeling quite free with her one, her need for distraction from the gnawing of her thoughts must have been equally real and equally irresistible. She could not turn over in her mind the scene with Deed on that morning quite every moment in the day. She must have gone mad if no diversion had offered from the circle in which she had come to argue about her conduct on her wedding-day. Sometimes, in desperation, she would go into Maverick with Beatrice — the Vertners lived just out- side the town — and wait about while Beatrice did her marketing. She still hesitated before the thought of re- 146 BENEFITS FORGOT. turning the calls which had been made upon her, in her capacity of stranger, during the month preceding her wedding-day. When she said she did not care what peo- ple said, she exaggerated as little as any one who has made that hardy statement can ever have done ; but she owned to herself that, just at first, she could not like to court the questions, and the polite and indirect, but not the less rasping, comment that she must meet if she made these calls. It was different with Dorothy, who had reached Mav- erick after that fatal day, and might be supposed not to be privy to her shame. Of course Margaret knew that she must know; but it was quite possible between them to sustain the convention that she didn't. Dorothy would sometimes come to the house, as they became better friends, and sit for an hour or more accepting Beatrice's advice about arranging the house they had taken, while she was really listening to Margaret's silence. Sometimes she would find Margaret alone, and would make certain modest and doubtful advances. She liked her without being sure she understood her. They exchanged many confidences short of the real ones. They never spoke of Deed, of course. Maurice had preached a trial sermon, and was staying on at Maverick in the hope of receiving a call to the pul- pit of St. John's. Ernfield did not cease to be a question between Bea- trice and Margaret ; but it was not until Margaret ac- cepted an invitation from him to ride up TJte Pass with him, that Beatrice definitively washed her hands of her. Ernfield and Margaret skirted the town, and directed their horses towards the gulch that opened beyond the BENEFITS FORGOT. 147 railway round-house between the small, bare red hills that lay just without the limits of Maverick to the north. These hills, which rose from the plain abruptly, cut off the view of the great mountains behind them unless one climbed to their summits, when the horizon was seen to be populous with snow-peaks. The town, after they had passed out of the narrow belt that was really " city," and which was densely popu- lated by as many as five families to the acre, strayed lack- adaisically along their road, until it reached the edge of the hills, where it paused at an Irishman's cabin so sud- denly that, after turning the first curve leading into the ravine, Ernfield and Margaret seemed to themselves as much alone as if Maverick were not engaged in rustling for the mighty dollar just around the bend. The bridle-path, followed by their ponies at a canter, turned with the windings of the ravine, at the bottom of which a stream might once have run. The rocks, rising in varicoloured masses to the high, brown hills above their heads, would sometimes fall back, and leave a space a hundred yards wide or more, in which the grass grew rankly, but not greenly, in the manner of the herbage of the West. In the early morning it had seemed cold enough for snow ; but that was no hindrance to weather which habitually takes the Indian summer bit between its teeth just after breakfast every morning and makes a break for the sparkle, the keenness, the unfailing sunni- ness of the typical Colorado day. It was December, but in the sun at this hour it seemed like a day in June. Half an hour after they had entered the ravine their horses stood upon a height. The path wound up to this point out of the gulch on its way to the pass. Indeed, 148 BENEFITS FORGOT. this was the beginning of what was known as the pass — a road between the hills, which if one followed it far enough and high enough would bring one to Colorado Springs. They were on the summit of the first considerable rise of the foot-hills towards the mountains, and their station commanded the beautiful valley in the centre of which Maverick spread its shabby architecture and sprawling design. Behind, at their feet, lay a small park, into which the hills dipped from all sides, and through the midst of which a thready brook ran. Margaret, who had seen nothing so vast as this bewildering prospect, run- ning on all sides to the horizon, caught her breath at the expanse. The sunshine, bathing with an enchanting radiance the tops of the white peaks far on the thither side of the valley, danced above the plain on which Maverick sat. The kindling air that breathed about them on their height seemed, as always in Colorado, to be drinking the sunshine and making it part of its substance, as one is sure the nobler wines must have done, in their grape days. In this atmosphere everything was seen afresh, and Margaret found all her thoughts of the time since she had parted with Deed discovering themselves in new aspects, as she and Ernfield looked out on this great world — this world thrilled with its own silence. In the face of the boundless light and air and earth, and the limitless sweet- ness of the sunlight, her world, too, seemed large and serene again. " We talk of dying when we are sorry," she said to him. " Suppose we should be taken at our word, and re- member too late that this is life. Whoa, pony ! " She BENEFITS FORGOT. 149 leaned over and patted the restive animal's neck. She circled the hills with her eyes as she looked up again. " I believe I am accustomed to think that all the hard things are the real life ; and I've been sure of it lately." The tacit reference to her trouble escaped her unconsciously. " But when one sees things like this, one is not sure." " I don't know," said Ernfield. " I should think one might be sure they are not. The other things are nearer — the miseries and pains and disappointments ; and I sup- pose they keep tugging at every one's skirts, and crying that they are life. But it's an awful whopper, you may be sure. If they are, the moon is our day, and the sun is the dead body." He alighted to tighten the cinch of his saddle; the pony went through a series of obstructive manoeuvres that gave pause to the conversation for a few moments. " I wish I could be as confident," said Margaret when the animal was still. " But the things you speak of, Dr. Ernfield— don't you see that in one fashion or another they are so many ways of disabusing us of our cozy conceit that personal happiness is the main affair ? And that, at least, we must be sure is not true. Can the wretchedness through which we learn that the world is not a contrivance for ministering to our self-love, but has other business in hand, such as crushing it, for example, be anything but very right ? " " Oh, I suppose not," returned Ernfield, smiling ; " but how about the pink light on Ouray over there ? Isn't that right too ? " He shook his head. " I shall never believe, Miss Derwenter, that the sun in eclipse is the normal thing. I have an endless faith — since you speak of con- trivances — that the sun was mainly invented for shining 150 BENEFITS FORGOT. purposes ; and I'm sure we weren't meant to grudge our- selves its shining." " Perhaps," murmured Margaret. " Perhaps ! " Then, after a moment, she added, " You have a cheerful view of life, Dr. Ernfield." Ernfield laughed. " Eather necessary, don't you think ? I've not enough left to waste in quibbles." It was the first time that he had referred to his condition. " Don't say that," she begged. " You are going to get well. Since you talk of not grudging ourselves the sun's shining, you mustn't grudge yourself that certainty. It has to be. Surely we have not all the responsibilities. And would it not be a shameful thing to believe that all your — your helpfulness and strength, Dr. Ernfield (I must speak plainly if I speak at all, you see), should be taken from the world, while there are so many thousand drones and incapables left to go instead, and so many thousand tired bodies and minds left behind to weary for the help that you might give them ? I can't believe that, Dr. Ern- field, any more than you can believe what — what you were just saying," she concluded, with a sense of having said too much, yet with a pleasure in having let him know her feeling. " Why, what an abandoned moralist you are, Miss Derwenter ! " He caught his rein upon his arm, and made his pony stand where he could tighten the cinch on her saddle, as he said : " Who was it who was saying a moment ago that the teaching of life seemed to be that it did not exist for us ? And here you would have me flatter myself with the old fiction that I — that any man — can count, that fate ought to clap its eye on me and save me forthwith to be a BENEFITS FORGOT. 151 comfort to the world's declining years. The world will decline nicely, thank you, without me — aren't you sure of that?" His head was down against the pony's side, as he gave the cinch the final twist. Pulling up a cinch takes the breath. But she fancied the long inspiration he drew, as he exclaimed " There ! " and put the strap at the end of the cinch through the last ring, was more like a sigh. " And besides," he went on, after a moment, " there's a thing or so to be said in favour of death. I wonder the poets don't try to say it more, instead of gasping before it in the craven rhymes that seem to please them so awfully. It's a pity, I grant you, that other people have to die ; but I never could see why it should be so intolerable a thought to one's self. I mean, of course, if you have a certain thought about death," he added gravely — " the Christian's thought, I suppose we should call it." " But — " she began, and stopped impotently. " Ah, yes," he owned ; " I admit the * but.' The slow ignominy of this stupid trouble of mine, you were going to say — the creeping weakness. It's true. I should have chosen a great deal better if I'd arranged my own way of going : any one who knows what a luxurious dog I am down at the bottom of my shirking heart would believe that of me, I hope. But I wasn't asked." He glanced at her with a smile. " No, no ! " exclaimed he, as she opened her lips to reply ; " don't try to deny it for me. It's very good of you ; but it's no use, you know. I am a physician. I don't deceive myself. If I could only believe in your denial, you know, I should be glad enough to let you deny it for me by the hour. Or rather, I should be glad to have you affirm the other thing for me. To affirm," he 152 BENEFITS FORGOT. said dreamily ; " it's the only thing in the least worth while." Margaret hesitated a moment. Then she said shyly : " Do you know, Dr. Ernfield, I believe that is what has worn you out — affirming for other people. Nervous prostration — it's a kind of physical agnosticism, don't you think ? It seems as if we didn't even believe in our own bodies any more." " Yqu are at least twice too acute for comfort, Miss Derwenter," he said, smiling. " My breakdown wasn't due to anything so amiable. It was really because I hadn't the temperance to stop there. The habit of absolute power is an irresistible one, I suppose. It made a despot of me, I know ; and whatever my subjects might tell you of their awful case,— for I assure you I showed no pity, — it is an exhausting thing to be a despot." " What nonsense ! " She smiled. " No, no ! " he disclaimed : " it's only right that my beastly satisfaction with myself should be taken down a peg or two. I accept this as my punishment." Margaret's lips framed a sound; but he stopped her. "No; it's not gammon, what I tell you. It's fact. I was out- rageous about the whole business. I was young when I began, and I had a little success quite soon. It made me sure — infernally, intolerably sure. I led my patients a devil of a life. Don't think I'm inventing. That would be too shameful. Any of them would tell you as much — even those I have done something for ; those more than the others, perhaps. Oh, I was a brute, Miss Derwenter, whatever you think. But I've got my pay. It's wearing being a brute." He smiled at her ; but she saw that he was in deadly earnest. BENEFITS FORGOT. 153 " I don't know what you were, of course, Dr. Ernfield," she said simply," though I don't believe you were any- thing like that. Only one thing is clear to me — you must live to be more of the same sort." He bit his lip, and turned his head that she might not see his face. " I assure you," he said huskily, " you must stop wishing me so well, Miss Derwenter. I'm not worthy of it. If I were, I should be able to bear it better." The too ready tears started to Margaret's eyes. " What shall I wish for you, then ? " she asked. " I will wish any- thing you like." " Wish the impossible, please. That is the only thing that can do me the slightest good. Wish me the man I was six months ago ; wish me the love of the only person who matters. Come, don't be close, Miss Derwenter! Wish the never-will-be for me ! I might get well on the mere hope of it ! " " Do you mean — ? " " Oh, mean ! " he cried. I don't mean to be rude, for one thing." " No, no ! " exclaimed Margaret, her face full of ear- nestness ; " I only meant to say — " She had not an idea what she had meant to say. "The kindest and sweetest thing you could invent. Great heaven ! don't I know that ? And don't I loathe myself for letting you even think it for me ! " He glanced suddenly at her face, and saw the tears in her eyes. He bit his lips ; an inrush of emotion mastered him. The uncommon mood in which the expression of feelings habitually restrained had left him was defenceless before the impulse of love which sprang up in him at sight of the sweet tumult of compassion for him in her 154 BENEFITS FORGOT. eyes. He was standing at her saddle-pommel. Her arm hung by her side. He caught her hand to his lips in a long, blind, reckless kiss. Margaret gave him a swift, scared look as he relinquished it. Then, gathering her reins hastily, she turned the pony back down the road they had come up. " Pride, ignorance, sufficiency, folly ! " she said to her- self with smarting eyes, thinking of her rejection of Beatrice's warning. Must she always be so grossly wise ? She said to herself that Ernfield was not to blame, and shrank from the thought of him with terror, in a breath. It was her position — her intolerable no position — that made such things possible. As Ernfield followed her, she gave him a fleeting glance in which he read a reproach that cut him to the heart. He felt like spurring his horse over the edge of the precipice along which they were riding. But he decided to see her' safely home first. There were always precipices if one needed them. He kept her in sight with difficulty. She pushed her horse down the steeps at a pace which made him fear for her. A single thought was in her mind — Deed. Her heart went out to him in a passionate appeal for shelter and defense. The silent loyalty which she had kept for him, in the midst of all resentment of his act, had leaped to flame at the touch of Ernfield's lips ; and she could not think how she could live until she could stand at his side again where he could protect her from the world and from herself. Pride and bitterness fell away from her like the properties of a dream. Her eyes were wet with joyous tears. Ernfield wondered at the radiant look of resolve upon BENEFITS FORGOT. 155 her face as he helped her to alight at her own door. She did not care what he did for her now. IX. Deed was pitching his effects into his trunk with nervous haste. If he paused for a moment to gaze at the confused heap, the ache at his heart reasserted itself, and he turned from his work, and went to stare miserably out of the hotel window. In these moments he tasted de- spair. He had paid Philip. That was done with. He had made short work of his protestations ; he knew on which side to place him now. He had gone Jasper's way. Deed told himself that he ought to be glad. He might have gone on trusting him as he had trusted Jasper, until he had confided enough to his honour to make the trust-worth abusing ; and a sickening breach of faith, like Jasper's, must have followed in due course. It was better to know the worst now. As he remembered what the worst was, he turned from the window dizzily, and sank into a chair, groaning aloud. He no longer had a son. The misery of the words filled up the world's space. But a more hateful pain lay within the loss — that they had lost themselves to him. He could have borne that they should die — even if their deaths had trodden on each other's heels as their falsities had done. But that they should live as ingrates and traitors to his love was a pain beyond the worst that death can bring. 156 BENEFITS FORGOT. What was it, he asked himself, as he sat crouched miserably in his chair, with his head in his hands, that made ingratitude so intolerable, so damnable, so unfor- givable a thing? Was it that it cut into the best of a man ? Was it because the loving acts on which gratitude follows proceed from the richest, the tenderest, the secret- est corners of a man's nature that the agony of an answer- ing baseness, where one has a right to look for an answer- ing love, is so unendurable ? Of course it was a pain to re- ceive a blow in the face, and doubly a pain where one must rather expect a kiss ; but did that explain all the degrading, the soul-nauseating, horror of ingratitude? The pang of it was part of the stock of familiar allusion ; it must have been felt since men first loved and served one another ; shredded echoes of quotation floated into his head and out again, as he sat writhing under the torture of it. For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart ; . . . And Lear's cry — he had never felt its awful force before — . . . that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child ! Common ! Why it was in the school speakers ! Every one had felt the wound ! And yet none of all the mil- lions who had suffered from it could say what it was — what peculiar, stinging, maddening touch lay in it to make the hurt of it beyond all other hurts. Ah, well, what difference could it make to them or him ! They knew the pain, and he knew it. The pain was enough. BENEFITS FORGOT. 157 He got up, and went restlessly about his packing again. Where were the good hours of seven days ago ? he asked himself, as he folded his dress-coat. He smiled sadly for the thought, and for the idea of taking a dress-coat on such a journey. It was useless to take it, but it was equally fool- ish to leave it ; he did not expect to return immediately, and he did not wish to give it to the hotel people. He thought he should go on a long journey, to Florida, to Cannes, to Egypt, — anywhere away from memory, — when he had found the men at Burro Peak City who had once wanted to buy the " Lady Bountiful," and had made his sale. The hotel people might prove ungrateful, he said to himself with a sorry laugh. " Ungrateful ! " he re- peated, in the aimless need we feel to keep up a conversa- tion with ourselves when we are miserable. The word flooded his heart with the recurrent ache ; he dropped the coat listlessly into the tray, and returned to the window. Ah, where was the man of those good hours of a week ago? He remembered vaguely that he had once been happy, as souls in hell may recall their days of earth : it was an unreal memory > as if it had been another's happiness. Who was the man who had ridden up to a certain door in Maverick a week before, with life at his feet, and all the sweet airs of earth blowing for him? Not he. That man had two sons who loved him, and whom he loved. Deed looked sadly on the spectacle of the street, crowded with men to whom life still meant something — men who had not lost their sons, perhaps, or had never known what it was to have sons, and to love them as one's soul. Why did they go up and down ? It fatigued his sight, this restless motion of which he had once been part — before his quarrel with Margaret, before Jasper had 158 BENEFITS FORGOT. turned traitor, before Philip had cut the last tie that bound him to life, and set him adrift among the un- friended men to whom nothing matters. What was it all about ? What was it for ? He remembered that they lived in a different world, — his world of a week ago, — and that they understood what it was all for, no doubt, as he would have understood then. They understood ; but his present feeling would be as in- comprehensible to them as theirs was to him. Would he have understood it himself a week ago ? All happiness and unhappiness suddenly seemed to him to be shut up to themselves in chambers desolately aloof from each other, and from every other state of feeling. One sensation must forever be as solitary, as incommunicable, as the other. The unbearable sense of loneliness which the thought gave him made him shut his eyes against the sight of the going and coming in the street. The best sympathy, he knew, would be powerless to guess deeper than the outer envelope of his feeling ; and these men, if they would imagine his misery ever so vaguely, must not merely be unhappy themselves, but must be enough like him to understand him ; and he did not understand himself. Could any of all the strange chances that brought men to a mining camp from the earth's dust-bins and coal- holes, leaving every colour of human experience behind them, have drawn here one man enough like himself to understand how, a week ago, in the crazy satisfaction of an impulse of passion, he could have forsaken a happiness filling and overflowing in the moment of his folly all his hopes ? Was there one who could do an incurable wrong in such besotted confidence in one hour, and know it for BENEFITS FORGOT. 159 what it was in the next ? With others did the remorse follow instantly upon the fatuity ? With so much wisdom after the event, did others find none before ? But he knew very well that no one in his place could have done Margaret the unforgivable wrong he had done her. It was left for him to make a loving woman, guilty only of endeavouring to save him from himself, the vic- tim of an infernal suspicion ; and upon the head of it to abandon her on their wedding-day. It was an insensate cruelty; and now it was his punishment to long hope- lessly for a forgiveness which he should never insult her to ask. A moment later, thinking how Margaret would judge the expedient he had been driven to that morning in order to raise money to pay Philip, a sharp doubt of his innocence insinuated itself, and he would have been glad to undo it. But that was past praying for ; and on the whole, it was as safe and fair as it seemed, probably. The $25,000 which he had borrowed at his bank in the morning on the security of some Iron Silver stock — part of the Brackett estate of which he was one of two trustees — was a temporary accommodation from an estate which owed thrice that sum to his care, and one which could cost it nothing. If he could have sold his Burro Peak mine, the " Lady Bountiful," in Leadville, he need not have called on it; but they did not know the "Lady Bountiful " in Leadville, and the men at Burro Peak who did, and who had offered him $60,000 for it a year ago (when he had refused) were a four-days' journey from Leadville, beyond the telegraph and the railway, beyond even the stage-coach. As it was, he had simply borrowed $25,000 until he could lay his hands on his own money — a matter of ten days, as he reckoned it. He couldn't wait 11 160 BENEFITS FORGOT. ten days to pay Philip. He had found it irksome enough to wait for the opening of banking hours on the morrow of their quarrel ; he had itched to have the money in his fingers when he had given him his bitter promise ; and he had risen the next morning with his pride engaged to its last crazy and obstinate fibre in the resolve to keep the letter of that promise. He had kept it. He turned to his packing once more, with a curse for Jasper on his lips. In the little space of a week he had lost all that made life worth while, and of all this devilish fatality of loss Jasper was the origin. The ruinous right- ing of himself which, in its endless ramifications, had now pursued him to the last covert of his happiness — whom else had he to thank for it but Jasper ? Through him he had been brought to the madness which separated him from Margaret ; through him he had just parted with Philip as a stranger ; through him, worst of all, he had laid himself open to the unbearable reproach from which he had just freed himself with Philip, at a cost of which he preferred not to think. He saw all that had happened since the moment he had opened Jasper's letter as one piece of wretchedness, wrong-doing, and shame, and of every inch of it he saw Jasper as the author. He longed, in the fury that seized at the thought, to lay his hand on his throat, and to crush out the life he had given him. But his helpless rage against Jasper and Philip ended always in a remorseful thought. In the bitterest pain he suffered through their falsity, it was a negative mitigation of his grief to know that he had not himself to blame. But as to Margaret, it was his shame and torment to know that his own act had lost her to him. In this blackest hour of his life he knew that but for himself she might BENEFITS FORGOT. 161 have been by. The single happiness which might have remained to help him turn his eyes patiently towards the future had been done to death by his own folly. He cursed himself. She would never look at him again. He knew that. He would be ashamed if she did. He would not have ventured to lift his eyes to her face if they had met in the street ; yet he longed for her presence at this moment as never before. He would have gone half round the world for a touch of her hand; and he had cast away the right to take it as any stranger might. " Fool ! fool ! " he roared to the unanswering air as he paced the room. He flung his arms aloft in the last abasement of his misery. His arms relaxed. He sank into the chair. Tears smarted in his eyes. Margaret, when she stole into the room five minutes later, found him so. X. "Yes," said Beatrice to her husband, a week after this, — she repeated it because, after all, perhaps she was not quite sure of it, — "it was the very best thing she could have done." This thought about Margaret's impulsive flight to Deed, and her marriage, had been reached by a circuitous route ; but she clung to it now. When Margaret had come down-stairs with her bag packed, after her ride with Ernfield, and had asked to have her trunk sent after her to the station, Beatrice had not discredited herself by 162 BENEFITS FORGOT. a question. She divined, in the moment of pause which she suffered to elapse before she spoke, just what had happened, and all the feeling that was making a tumult in Margaret's breast at the moment, and casting her into Deed's arms ; and after an awful moment of reflection, in which she reconciled herself to the odious surrender which Margaret was making, and taught herself to like it, and then to delight in it, — particularly to delight in it as the act of Margaret, — she fell upon her neck. She said it was the best, the wisest, the most womanly, uncharac- teristic, human, every-day thing that Margaret had ever done, and that she deserved a triple kiss of farewell and approval. She had her qualms when she had gone. Her jealousy for the integrity of the unassailable, the righteous, posi- tion which Margaret had maintained since the event — which would have crushed another woman — returned upon her with a rush; and it suddenly seemed wholly wrong — what she had done? It had all been a burning matter with Beatrice since it had happened. She had felt more than she could ever say about it. If she had said everything she thought, she would have said that a man who could do what Deed had done deserved forgiveness at no woman's hands. Of course any woman would forgive him if she loved him ; but that was another matter. If he was to be forgiven, however, surely he should come suing for pardon on his knees. In this light it became something perilously like a point of honour, involving the whole sex, that Margaret should not be the first to seek a reconciliation. Beatrice simply could not bear to think that, without any merit or motion on his part, he should win back a BENEFITS FORGOT. 163 happiness which he had not deserved. But she saw that, after all, this did not count. If women went into the question of men's deserts, where would they bring up ? It was the wrong way of approaching the question alto- gether. The right way was one which she explained to her husband, who smiled at her over his lifted coffee- cup — they were at breakfast — when she made known to him the conclusion at which she had finally arrived about Margaret. " How is it the best thing she could have done ? " he demanded. " She didn't do it on your advice, Trix," he said, with a twinkling eye. " I don't care," returned Beatrice, valiantly. " She did right, if there was any right left to do in such a case. It was the womanly thing to do." " Yes," owned Vertner, " it was the weak thing." " To be sure," assented Beatrice, accepting this version of her meaning courageously; "and that's its strong point." Vertner laughed. "No; but I mean it," per- sisted his wife. "In the dreadful situations women are alwa3 T s getting into since they took to masterfulness and self-sufficiency, there's just one way out that's sure to be right; and that's the weak way." " When in doubt throw away all your trumps." " When in doubt be a woman. Of course she aban- doned her position. She threw away all her advantage. But her advantage was really too great — don't you see ? she had to get rid of it. It was a bother. I suppose there is such a thing as being more in the right than you know what to do with. It didn't make her happy, and it must always have kept him from making the advance. I see that now. I used to want him to grovel. But I 164 BENEFITS FORGOT. don't see that it would have done her any real good. It would have been a poor victory at best ; and what she has done, if she has done it in the way I suppose she has, would be a triumph." " Oh, you needn't trouble yourself to mention that when a woman does do the magnanimous, a man is winc- ing for it somewhere. I believe you." " Hush, Ned ! You know she acted from the purest motives." "Nonsense, my dear! You wouldn't go and accuse any woman of pure motives, I hope — pure and simple mo- tives. Let us admit that she acted from the purest adul- terated motives possible. It's a handsome admission." Beatrice was silent. She was thinking of something else. " I don't know," she said, after a moment, doubt- fully, " whether I quite like the mere act of her return to Mr. Deed. But that was inevitable; and I've always thought that it's a mistake that we ought to leave to men to be deterred by the look of an act. Don't you know, Ned ? Nothing seems very right, let alone very heroic, when you are doing it. Taking the train, getting to the hotel, findiug the number of his room — I'm afraid she found it all hard because it must all have seemed so small. She was doing a fine thing ; and there ought to have been some very good music by a concealed orchestra, scenery by the best artists, and electric lights. Don't you think so ? But when they were in each other's arms, and for- giving each other everything, and agreeing to forget that they had ever tried to forget each other, or do without each other, aren't you sure that she saw that it was the right thing to do even if it was the weak thing, and the absurd thing, and the — " BENEFITS FORGOT. 165 " Crawfish thing ? " suggested Vertner. " I don't know. You wouldn't be up to any such game, Trix." " I shouldn't have got into the situation originally. But if I had—" "You would have done me up with a weakness to which Mrs. Deed's was hearty." " Well, it would have been a different kind. I should have tried to select something that you would under- stand." " Thanks. And do you suppose Deed understands ? " " I'm sure he does. No woman would do such a thing for a man who she was not sure would understand. He would understand,* and would be humbled into the dust by it." " And you picture her spending the years to come con- soling him for the humiliation her brilliant weakness has caused — dusting him off ? " " I picture them both as very happy," returned Beatrice, with dignity. Her husband laughed. When Vertner came home to their one o'clock dinner, she perceived by the look on his face that he had heard something which he did not mean to tell her. " What makes you like this business, Trix?" he asked her, abruptly, as if they had not discussed the question. " Don't you ? " she asked, with quick suspicion. Like a good wife, she kept a rational scorn for her husband's ideas about certain things — the sort of things which only women understood ; but she had a respect for his percep- tions about character. As Vertner said, he lived " by siz- ing people up," and couldn't afford to make mistakes — and, at the moment, she had a still greater respect for his news. 166 BENEFITS FORGOT. " I like my bread and butter better," said Vertner non- commitally, biting delicately at a mushroom. It was one of the peculiarities of the Vertner household that their table, in the face of every sort of obstacle, main- tained an almost Eastern decency and good cheer. As Vertner told Beatrice, they " would have fresh artichokes if they had to buy up all the canned goods in Maverick to find 'em." In a country where every one lived by grace of the tin can, the Vertners did not manage their good table without the use of an energy, ardour, and inventive skill which would have gone a long way in felling the forests of a hardier sort of pioneering. Vertner did not leave it all to his wife ; he had studied household providing since his marriage, as he studied a number of other unrelated and unexpected things. In most of the other things he, more or less remotely, " saw a dollar " ; but in this he saw an instinct for propriety, for excellence, for "having things right," as he called it, which did not follow him always into other departments. " Ned, do let us have something free from your wretched mighty dollar." There was the weariness in her tone which implies an old and hopeless subject between man and wife. " What can there be in Margaret's mar- riage to affect the price of corner lots ? " She would not have been the loyal wife to him she was if, in accepting him, she had not accepted, without pre- meditation, the larger half of his theories. But even when she talked unconsciously in the too alluring, too natural, slang, which was so native to the life he led, and either so shockingly or so admirably expressive of it (she was not always sure which), she was sorrowfully conscious of her reserves. She might easily have nagged him with them, BENEFITS FORGOT. 167 but not merely her good sense, but a feeling of obligation to his honesty in having told her as much of his way of life as a man can convey to the woman who has not yet married him, withheld her. She could not say that she had not been warned. Yet, in her young girl's ideals there had never been any arrangement made for trimming her life by the market for her husband's new scheme. There was always a new scheme in the Vertner household, and they had it for breakfast, dinner, and supper. " Corner lots are all right," said Vertner. " The trouble is deeper down. Deed has left me with a flooded mine on my hands. If he had stayed where he was, I could have talked him into that pumping machinery." " Then I'm glad he didn't. You have enough mines, Ned," said she. It was the kind of inapposite wisdom which does not torment a man less for being based upon a feeling to which he partly assents, and not at all on the facts which he knows contradict it. " Have I ? I sha'n't have enough mines, my dear, until one of them is a money-maker. I've got too many holes in the ground ; but I'm mighty short of mines. This one I'm working with Deed — or should be if I was — has a vein in sight that — " He went on to tell her the seductive story of the assay, and of the wealth at their feet, to which she had listened in the case of a dozen other mines. She knew how each of these other mines had turned out, and he knew ; but there is a tameless sublimity of faith known to the man who has once owned a mine, and to the man's family, which acknowledges no past, and is as gaily independent of experience as the clouds that forage the air for the other clouds in which they lose themselves. 168 BENEFITS FORGOT. "But where has Mr. Deed gone?" asked Beatrice at the end of his recital, as enthusiastic now as her hus- band. " How should I know ? A man doesn't generally give away the itinerary of his wedding- journey from the steps of the county court-house. Besides, in this case there wasn't time. I don't see but they were married by a dynamo. Philip and I were both in the hotel office. He had just had his final row with his father. They had given each other that full material for the understanding of each other's character so valuable in family rows the night before ; and this was rather quiet — not actually, but by comparison. Deed paid Philip some money that he didn't want, that he hated and abhorred, and which he straightway took to the First National and deposited to his father's credit. Those being the facts, Deed naturally supposed Philip was hankering for it, that he was basely longing for it at any cost to him, and that he was suspect- ing him of having tried to do him out of it : a thoroughly good misunderstanding like that (without a fact in sight) is just the basis for a gorgeous family row. You know Deed's temper. It's like Barnum's rarities — the hottest, the most ungovernable, the most totally unreasonable tem- per ever seen in captivity. It's to his credit that he does keep it in captivity most of the time, so that you might think his disposition a good sort. But when it blazes — look out ! That's all. It was on the blaze this time ; and when you remember that Philip himself hasn't the most — well, not the most angelic — well, you can believe it was a rumpus. Philip refused the money, of course, and obliged his father to insult him to get him to take it. Then they parted forever ; and an hour afterwards, when BENEFITS FORGOT. 169 Philip was just starting up-stairs for the reconciliation that follows such fool rows, he stood aside to let his father pass, with a lady on his arm. Deed didn't look at him. The porters put some luggage on a carriage in waiting, the hotel clerk threw an old shoe after them, and I went back and inquired at the desk, and found out that Philip had a new mother. They had been out to St. George's between the time when Philip came out of the hotel hot against his father and came to hunt me, and the time when Phil, like the sensible fellow he is, went back to make it all up." " Well, I'm glad they were married in church, anyway," said Beatrice, " and the haste wouldn't make any difference to Margaret. She wouldn't care any more what she was married in than — than a cassowary." " Yes," said Vertner, wickedly ; " that indifference of the cassowary to an appropriate wedding-dress, and that vile carelessness about orange blossoms, is just one of those facts of natural history that lend a charm to — " But his wife had finished her dinner, and she came over and shook him. He grew serious when she asked him for his news. "It's not my news, Trix," he said. "You mustn't ask me." He fell into one of the moods of sober thoughtful- ness in which his new schemes were usually imagined, and in which Beatrice was al ways t careful not to disturb him. It was not a scheme to-day, she saw, however. His face was almost sad, and his musing was apparently often balked by some thought at recollection of which he would make a wry face, and clench his fist. Yertner's trouble was the practical -disappearance of Deed — or, rather, certain circumstances accompanying his 170 BENEFITS FORGOT. disappearance known only to Philip and himself. In the midst of his wretchedness about this miserable business (it tormented him more than anything that had ever hap- pened to himself, not only because if he had raised the money in time it wouldn't have happened, but because he really liked Deed, to whom he owed his present position in Colorado) only one thing consoled him : that they had not yet got hold of it in the town, and so could not be discussing it. What Vertner feared was that it would get into the papers. It had not represented itself as a dis- appearance to the town, thus far. It merely seemed to the gossip of Maverick that Deed was taking an unusually long wedding- journey. There were, besides, other things still to talk of con- nected with Deed, and especially other things connected with Margaret and her marriage, from which it is doubt- ful if the town chatter would really have liked to be called while so much remained unsaid. Margaret's action, as being the most sensational occurrence in what began to be known as " this Deed business," — overtopping even Deed's desertion of her on their wedding-day, — needed most of the discussion, and it had held the attention of the ladies steadily since her sudden departure for Lead- ville, and the announcement of the marriage in the Lead- ville papers of the following day. In that matter they felt that they had been trifled with. If Miss Derwenter had the high strain of forgiveness somewhere about her enabling her to pardon a man who had publicly deserted her on her wedding-day, why, in the name of nameless things, hadn't she found it out earlier ? Was it for this that she had flaunted her preference for Dr. Ernfield in the face of the town ? And what, pray, did she mean by BENEFITS FORGOT. 171 her actions with that gentleman ? If she had really cared for Deed all along, her encouragement of Ernfield was simply shameless. The probability was that she had set herself to captivate Ernfield in the hope of breaking her fall ; and that when she found Ernfield obdurate she had turned to her first lover. At all events, when the ladies had been put to the trouble of arriving — after a week's fluttering among other opinions — at the belief that the affair between her and Deed was to be regarded as definitively " off," the neces- sity of revising this belief was irksome. The sense of the hardship of the situation of public opinion was liber- ally voiced wherever women met, and occasionally where men met. The ladies usually began with the admission that, so far as Margaret's " carrying-on " with Dr. Ernfield went, — it was by this phrase that they referred to the re- lation which Margaret had imagined so innocent ; it was merciful that she was not in Maverick at this time to hear what was said of it, — she could not be blamed. What the ladies objected to was her playing fast and loose, and off and on, as they said. " She didn't seem to know which she wanted, so far as I can see," said Mrs. McDermott, whose husband dealt in hats on Mesa street. " She got to know at the last," suggested one of the ladies, grimly, as Dr. Ernfield, on horseback, passed the church in which the ladies were gathered. " Yes," laughed Mrs. McDermott ; " all of a sudden, as you might say. No doubt Dr. Ernfield gave her cause." " Well," exclaimed Mrs. B. Erank Butler, " I'm sure you can't say the poor thing was to blame for turning 'most any way for refuge just at first, when Mr. Deed 172 BENEFITS FORGOT. deserted her on her wedding-day — going off as casual as you please. And I'm not so sure, either, that I blame her for turning the other way for refuge, just at the last. There wasn't really anything left for her but that, if she wanted to marry at all ; and as to her flirting with Dr. Ernfield, — if you call it that, — I don't know what I would call it m'self — who can say anything against a woman that ain't past marriageable age, for allowing the atten- tions of a pleasant and agreeable young man that any one can see is dead in love with her ? " She lifted her coarsely pretty little head out of the collar of her sealskin sack at this, bridling ; and it was evident that Mrs. Butler would not have been guilty of a wasteful discretion in such a case. XL " See here," said Vertner to Philip, when he met him in Mesa street in the afternoon, after his talk with Bea- trice (Philip had come down with him from Leadville on the day that the evidence of Deed's marriage had been offered them), " I've been thinking this thing out." " You haven't thought it out in any shape that's going to wipe out my asininity, Vertner," returned Philip. " I'm at the bottom of this thing, I tell you. You can't get me out from under it. I maddened my father, and if I had had a grain of sense — or had had the sense to use the sixteenth part of a grain that I sometimes have when there's nothing to use it on — I should have seen that I must madden him. Taking Jasper's part at that ! Well, BENEFITS FORGOT. 173 the thing wasn't square. I suppose I had to protest. But think of it's being Jasper ! As if I didn't owe him enough ! " " Now you're shouting," assented Vertner, cordially. " With a fellow like Jasper in sight, it's rank extravagance to waste your curses on yourself. And I wouldn't go messing with this question of responsibility, either. / don't believe we were meant to settle that," he asserted, with his emphatic nod. Vertner had a turn for philoso- phy in his odd hours, and a sense of his responsibility to religion, to which, when his wife asked him, he gave proper financial expression. He secretly regarded the clergy as a kind of lame ducks whom it was the duty of men blessed with the capacity for turning a penny to help along. It was only vaguely conceivable, under his theory, that they would be in the business if they had known how to rustle for themselves. " The moment you get to portioning out blame, and saying where this wouldn't have happened if so and so, and how that would have been all right if What's-his-name," he went on, " you wind yourself into one of those snarls where the more you wind the more you snarl. The simplest way is the woman's way : scrape all the mud in the affair into one ball, and fling it at the person concerned in the business that you like least. And the worst possible way is to be a pig about the sackcloth, and snatch it all for your own wear. Better turn over most of the sackcloth in this little matter to Jasper, I guess. He deserves it, and it won't trouble him. He'll keep it on the shelf in the original package. There's something about that brother of yours, you know, Deed, that simply takes your admiration by the collar. You can't resist his talent ; and it would be a shame to try." 174 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Oh, I don't try," said Philip, with a lack-lustre face. He drew Vertner into a doorway out of the confusion of the street, crowded at this hour with the ranchmen and miners who had come into town for the day for supplies, for their mail, or for mining or cattle dickers, or for mere liquid sociability, and had not yet set out on their return. Their freighted burros and saddled ponies pawed the roadway in a long range on each side the street. Some- times one of the ponies would lift a hoof to the board sidewalk, which ran at the level of his knees above the road, and hammer about on the boards until a man would come from a neighbouring saloon and order him to " Whoa there, you — ! " " Well, that's right," said Vertner, heartily, in response to Philip's negative, as they sheltered themselves in the doorway. " If you are a miserable man, and your father an utterly wretched one ; if he has seen Jasper play him the lowest trick ingratitude could invent ; if he has seen you apparently do the same, and has come within that of losing a wife, and now has had to make his wedding- journey a flight from justice — " " Oh, shut up, Vertner ! " " — An opportunity for parley with the law, then. I don't care what you call it (it's what he thinks it that makes the difference, isn't it ?) — if, I say, one of the first families in Lone Creek County has come to this in a week, it's a glorious satisfaction to know that the hand that pulled the strings belongs to a Jim-dandy of a talent. There's something nothing less than bang-up about — Oh, I say, Phil ! " he exclaimed remorsefully, as his companion turned away. He clapped his hand upon his shoulder. " I don't mean that guff. I thought — " He caught his BENEFITS FORGOT. 175 eye with a look like pleading in his own. " I thought the other view might comfort you a bit. The tragic we have always with us — expressive of the feelings, but wear- ing, you know." He blundered on, until Philip stopped him with : " Oh, I know, Vertner. Don't think I don't understand that you've been my best friend in all this, and are stick- ing by me like the brick you are. Whatever rot I may talk, don't forget that. And when we find my father — " " Which will be the day after to-morrow," interrupted Vertner, cheerfully. " What ? Have you heard ? " Vertner rolled his lips over the cigar in his mouth. " Well, there is a sort of clue. But I suppose I have to own that I'm cribbing the date from the general stock of hopefulness. We'll find him, though, wherever he is gone." "Find him? Well, if I thought we shouldn't!—" Philip set his teeth in a manner peculiar to him, which Vertner had learned to respect. When it had been a question in Chile of throwing a bridge across a mountain gorge, and there had been a call for a volunteer to take the first line across, he remembered that Philip had said quietly, " I'll do it," with that tightening of the muscles of the jaw. " I suppose he is suffering," said Vertner, meditatively. " And it's so utterly useless." " Suffering ! A man who never stained his name with so much as a shadow of wrong, a man whom all the State trusts ! Think what he will be supposing that he has done ! When I think of that, and think that I am re- sponsible for the thing ! — " 12 176 BENEFITS FOUGOT. " Oh, confound your responsibility ! " exclaimed Vert- ner. " Didn't I say I'd get that money for you? Didn't I lead you to rely on me for it ? " " Stuff ! " "And did I get it?" "Yes." " Did I get it in time to do any good ? " u No ; but—" " Well, then! " said Vertner, conclusively. This money, which had come too late, was one of the collateral misfortunes for which Philip blamed himself most severely in the trouble with his father. He knew that Vertner, in the failure of all other chances, had hu- miliated himself before a man who he had been sure from the beginning would lend him the amount if he would consent to ask him ; and so had obtained it at a price he would not have paid willingly for any personal good. The act, useless as it proved in the event, bound him to Vertner, Philip felt, by a peculiar tie. He had always known him for a good fellow ; he had not supposed him quite so good a fellow as all that. He himself knew what it was to borrow money where it was lent grudgingly. Some people were great duffers about money, he thought. Of course neither Philip nor Vertner was in a position to know of the intention with which Deed had pledged the stock at the bank in Leadville ; but they had been rightly sure (at first) that he must have gone away with the expectation of finding money elsewhere, and of re- turning to redeem the securities before a question could arise. They had guessed so much as this; but as the weeks passed, and he did not return, they were forced to believe that other resources (if he had really gone to seek BENEFITS FORGOT. 177 them) had failed him, and that, recognizing that he could not come back, he had at least not taken pains to make his whereabouts known. " I shouldn't care that we couldn't come at him," said Philip, " if we could only let him know." " Yes ; after the pains you took to explain to that re- ceiving teller that your father had asked you to step around and redeem that stock for him, and the pretty way you manoeuvred the return of the actual stock itself to Deed's tin box in the bank, where the cotrustee can find it any day he has an unnatural longing for the sight, and after the way you deposited the other $25,000 to your father's private account, it's a pity to have him glooming around in some Canadian watering-place, taking himself for an absconding trustee." " See here, Vertner — " began Philip, hotly. " Oh, well," cried Vertner, " that isn't the only pity. What gives me a pain is to have to think that we went and wasted a good joke on that bank teller." " What joke ? " asked Philip, impatiently. " The joke of paying back into his old bank the same money your father had just borrowed from it." He quizzed Philip's serious face with his audacious smile. XII. It had been Vertner's thought — mixed, like many of his thoughts, of kindly intention and an eye to business — to ask Philip and Cutter to take charge of the " Snow Find." As Vertner said, it would " bear a little more find- ing, and they were the men to do it." Beatrice had ex- 178 BENEFITS FORGOT. pressed herself freely about the double meaning which this last clause wore in her husband's inind, without shak- ing him from his purpose. He said it was really one of the best mines in the State; that it would be another " Iron Silver " if you gave it time — and money. The money he hoped Cutter would get from his father after a while. Cutter's father was not always rich, he knew ; but he often was. It was the intermittent stockbroker way. And Cutter, as he worked the mine for himself, would soon have the best of all possible evidence of its magnifi- cent promise. Vertner had visions of fetching the father out in a special car to see the " Snow Find" for himself, if it came to that. The thing was a bonanza. Vertner even began, in the rosy dreams which he allowed to curl up out of the accomplished fact of the installation of the two young men in charge of the mine, to see the making of a man of business in Cutter. Even Cutter laughed at this, and Philip roared ; but Yertner said he knew what he was about, which was strictly true ; and he proved himself in earnest about working the mine by advancing Philip a month's salary when he asked for it. The cred- itors at Pinon, whom Philip had been unable to silence, as he had hoped, with his father's aid, were growing impu- dent about the debts they had urged him to contract with servility ; and money was a necessity. He sent all that he could spare out of the salary to his creditors, after lending Sandy Dikes $5, losing $25 on a horse-race at Pueblo for which Cutter had given him a tip, and paying his share in a little monthly pension which he had got half a dozen others at Pinon to join him in arranging for Doulton. (Doulton's claim had caved in on him, and there was to be an amputation; they were paying the pension until BENEFITS FORGOT. 179 Mrs. Doulton could get along on the profits of the saloon she had opened since the accident.) There was also a book for which he had heard Miss Maurice express a wish ; and when the bill for it came from Denver, it was higher than he had expected. He told Vertner after the first week that he would have to raise his salary ; and Vertner, who was generous and understood, and who was shrewd and remembered Cutter, yielded readily enough. He offered to raise Cutter's salary also, but Cutter said he should want to get out of the country just as badly if he had 125 more a month as he should without it; he added that he wasn't worth what he was getting, which he did not believe. He thought himself a good sort of mining engineer now ; and if his present wisdom on the subject of mining were matched against the ignorance he had brought to Colorado in a Pullman, there was some- thing in this estimate of himself. The " Snow Find " was the mine which Deed had left on Vertner's hands, full of water ; and until he could find the money to purchase machinery to pump the water out, he had determined to bend his energies — or rather to let Philip and Cutter bend their energies — to working a new lead, away from the water. The new lead was actually a productive one when Philip and Cutter began upon it ; and they were now taking out ore which paid fairly. When Beatrice questioned his motives now, Vertner unscrupulously silenced her with the magnanimous half of them. She could not deny, when it was put to her with Vertner's cogency of statement, that Philip had been miserable, restless, and tormented ; running off on every fresh cine to the end of the State (at ten cents a mile — a subject for legislation, if there was one, Vertner said), 180 BENEFITS FORGOT. and coming back weary, disheartened, and discouraged. She admitted that an occupation which would give him an interest, and prevent him from brooding upon this business of his father's disappearance, was a praiseworthy idea ; and she praised Vertner for it, when she was not condemning him for including Cutter in the matter. " And do you suppose Philip would have gone up there into the hills without him?" Vertner asked securely. " A cabin in the hills, strictly by yourself, would cure any one of the blues. You ought to prescribe for all the mis- ery, Trix. Confining yourself to Philip is a limitation of talent." " I suppose he does feel that he is doing the best thing he could do, until his father is found, in working at this mine for him," she admitted irrelevantly, in the need of admitting something. "And if it should happen that it turns out as rich as you expect, Ned, why, what a splendid thing it will be for him to be able to turn it over to his father on his return, and say — " " I don't think he'll have to say much. Deed will be glad enough of anything he can raise in the shape of money, by the time he gets back, unless I'm a particularly bad guesser." " Yes ; but he wouldn't take it from Philip — not after what has passed between them ; not after his casting him off like that, and vowing that he would never see him again. You said that yourself, Ned." " Yes," assented Vertner, yawning — it was the end of the evening, and he had finished his Denver newspaper, and was stretched cozily in his deep chair before the fire, — " I said that he said it. But Deed's vows aren't always ' good until used,' you know. The very passion he ex- BENEFITS FORGOT. 181 pends in making them seems to have a tendency to wear them out early." " I don't think this one will wear out. What he thought Philip had done was too bad. It had the touch of ingratitude about it that no one can forgive in any wrong. I know I couldn't. And I think Philip is doing just the right thing. It will show his father — " " That he underrated that mine ? " quizzed Vertner, with a laugh, as he rose lazily in preparation for bed. " It will, it will, my dear ! That is, it will if Cutter senior is the man I take him for." " Ned ! " Vertner smiled the smile of satisfied sophistication at her through his half-closed eyes, as he stretched his arms in a final yawn. " Come," he said, " are you ever going to bed?" Philip was glad of the work Vertner offered him at the " Snow Find " because he needed money, — he always needed money, and the search for his father was an added channel of expenditure now, and a further hindrance to the payment of his debts at Pinon, — but he liked, besides, to feel that his work was doing something more for him than earning the salary Vertner was giving him. It was pleasant to feel that each bucketful of ore that he saw lifted out of the " Snow Find " was of direct advantage to his father. Until he could find him, the next best thing was to be doing something for him. Meanwhile he spent a large part of his salary in following up clues of Deed. They all turned out alike; after an' absence of a day or two he would return with downcast face, and resume work at the mine silently ; and Cutter 182 BENEFITS FORGOT. could not find heart to question him. Even Vertner's light spirit would sometimes droop before their repeated failures ; though he always waked the following morning with a fresh idea, which Philip followed out or pooh- poohed, as it happened, but which no longer excited any buoyancy in him. It was maddening to think that his father was making himself unhappy somewhere for the absurdly simple reason that they did not know his ad- dress. The habit of seeing a great deal of Dorothy, and think- ing much of her when he was not with her, went along curiously with his unhappiness about his father. He could not talk to her of his father's disappearance, of course, but to see her was to forget his trouble, and he and Cutter both found time from their duties at the " Snow Find," though they could not go together, to ride with her. It sometimes happened that Philip and Dorothy rode alone ; but it usually fell out that Dick Messiter and Beatrice were of the party. Beatrice was very fond of riding, and Vertner had been buying her a horse lately with the profits of a little " flier " in a Lead- ville mining stock. Dorothy and Beatrice became fast friends in the in- timacy of these rides ; and Philip, though he imagined, alternately, furtherances and failures in Dorothy's kind- ness for him day by day, was really in the unvarying enjoy- ment of the type of good will a woman sometimes gives to a man whom she trusts. All their relation took its colour from those days in the cave, during which they had learned to know each other ; and this should have satisfied Philip for the moment. Perhaps it might have ; but he was obliged to remember that Messiter had shared those BENEFITS FORGOT. 183 days as well, and that, with him, they had succeeded many earlier days the quality of which it was easy to imagine, It seemed impossible that there had been a time, before the snow had made them acquainted, when he had not known Dorothy, whose existence now was of the fibre of his own life. But such a time had been, and Messiter had plainly been master of its opportunities. He saw him too clearly for the good fellow he was to believe any- thing else ; indeed he liked him too well to believe any- thing else. Messiter, who still remained, simulating an echo of his early usefulness in settling the Maurices' house by inventing things to do for Dorothy, would have smiled sadly at this account of his favour with her. He would have said that for those who liked the unafraid, untrou- bled liking she showed him, it would probably be the sort of thing they liked. Some persons might enjoy the privi- lege of gazing into those gay, candid, tender, thoughtful eyes, — the eyes which were all these by turns to him, but, in his presence, never shy, nor downcast, nor in any kind of happy difficulties. But, for his part, he must have professed that the absence of all hesitations, all embarrass- ments, had its gloomy side. It was the kind of relation, he knew, which young men and young women were always pretending to themselves and to each other was their ideal of all that was blessed and comfortable. Had he not gammoned young girls with just such talk on the rocks at Mount Desert, at nineteen ? But he found nothing in the situation, as it presented itself, either blessed or com- fortable, though he stayed on. In spite of these lover's doubts, it would be a mistake to suppose that this was not a happy time for all of them. 184 BENEFITS FORGOT. It was clouded for Philip by the continued fruitlessness of all efforts to find his father, as well as by the fluctua- tions of Dorothy's feeling towards him, which he was partly conscious of spinning out of his fancy, but con- stantly ready to credit afresh. Yet he was happy enough to fear a change — to look forward to Jasper's return with a fierce repression of his imagination. How would he and Dorothy meet ? What was their present relation ? "Where would they take up the thread? Was there a tolerable relation towards Dorothy for him if Jasper still existed for her ? These were the questions which he refused to ask himself. They were hints at the threshold of a whole torturing region of speculation, which to enter was to invite useless misery and the need for an immediate de- cision. Philip hated unpleasant thoughts, and detested immediate decisions ; if the banks a mile ahead concealed the enemy, why, there was still the mile. It might never be' completed, for one thing. If it were, one would find something to do when the time came. It was partly a reasonable confidence in himself, but chiefly a constitu- tional unwillingness to face disagreeable facts, which caused him meanwhile to lounge at the stem of the boat, finding the river water smooth and lulling under his hand. Messiter's sunny temper not being for clouds of any kind, he found what happiness he could in the immediate and agreeable fact that he was permitted to be constantly by Dorothy's side; while Beatrice, having settled Mar- garet's trouble to her satisfaction, had crossed her off her list, so to say, and, for the moment, concerned herself only intermittently about her (of course she knew nothing of her husband's concern), awaiting calmly her return to BENEFITS FORGOT. 185 Maverick, flushed with her bridal happiness, and filled with new ideas about things. She fancied her greatly changed ; it would only show how marriage was the one thing for all women — even for those who did not seem at all to have been intended for its blessings. She fancied Margaret's severity, her primness, her "niceness" about certain matters, as smoothed and softened into the real niceness against which not even Ned could say anything. Dorothy had begun to plan for the future of her father and herself in Maverick. The people of the church had been charmed by his first sermon, and, as a matter of fact, it was a capital sermon. Their liking for it suggested to a number of minds at once that Maurice should be called to the vacant pulpit of St. John's in the Wilderness. As Beatrice said, it was a long time since they had had a regular service, but the lapse had not been due to the unwillingness of the congregation to support a clergyman. It was rather that there were varying ideals in the con- gregation. But Maurice fitted, in a degree, into all these expectations and wishes. He was a widower, he was not young, his graceful, good-humoured, flattering manner commended him to every one, and especially to those who sought a successful parish visitor. He was a High Churchman, holding with dignity to his ritual, but careful to avoid grounds of offence, and he preached undeniably good sermons. He was, besides, a trained and enthusiastic musician : on his first trial-Sunday the lady who played the organ fell ill at the last moment, and until a substi- tute discovered herself, after the second lesson, he himself accompanied the choir he had rehearsed during the week. It had ended, after some negotiation, in his being summoned. Maurice had told them frankly that he 186 BENEFITS FORGOT. could not refer them to his last parish, giving them his own version of the occurrence which had caused him to leave Laughing Valley City; but when the vestry had heard favourably about him from the Dakota parish to which he referred them, and had definitely offered him the post, he told them, with some inward trembling, — for his resources were of the slightest, and if this opportunity should fail him he did not know where he should turn, — that if he was to remain with them they must grant him a higher salary. The vestry was reluctant ; he firm. It ended in their advancing the salary $100. It was more than they had ever paid before, they said; but perhaps they had never had so good a clergyman. Maurice smiled, and did not attempt to deny it. He did not believe there were many men of his sort to be had for $800 a year. He was now making ready to preach certain sermons selected by Dorothy from a considerable collection sent over the mountains on a burro by the ladies at Laughing Valley City, and was occupied in going about making the acquaintance of his new flock. His portly yet shapely and well-carried figure, his round, rubicund, smiling, only half-clerical face, his for- tunate voice, his admirable manner, soon began to be fa- miliar in Maverick. It pleased Dorothy to see how pop- ular her father had already become. She looked for- ward with pleasure to remaining a long time in Maverick. Perhaps he would set about raising funds to build a more permanent church. She remembered that the parish in which her father had remained longest was one in which he had built a new church. But there seemed no elements of discord here, none of the foolish, tiresome people who had made trouble in other parishes. Perhaps they should BENEFITS FORGOT. 187 remain forever. Perhaps — it was a new country, a fairly- large town, there was an opportunity — perhaps he might one day be bishop of the diocese. Dorothy's plans were made with a pencil and a little memorandum-pad, from which she tore a number of sheets without finding a comfortable relation between her father's salary (after adding their trifling income to it) and the prices prevailing in Maverick for rent, food, and clothing. She avoided troubling her father about practical questions when she could ; but before they left the hotel, where they had been staying since their arrival, she felt that she must set the result of her calculations before him. When she attacked him on the subject at breakfast one morning, he smiled cheerfully. " Oh, we shall get along, I think. We shall get along." He rubbed his large, carefully kept hands together, after spreading his napkin over his ample form. " Have you included your mother's legacy in your calculations, Dor- othy ? " " Oh, yes. But with your salary it only makes a little over a thousand dollars. I'm afraid we ought not to have taken so expensive a house." His smile revealed the even glitter of perfect teeth be- neath a mustache which had been criticised as jaunty for a clergyman. " Why, my dear, we couldn't live in an un- plastered house, could we?" His smile and tone made it seem preposterous, but Dorothy said doubtfully : " I don't know. Perhaps when we found that we could get nothing plastered under $400, we ought to have felt that we must take one of the others." " Oh, no. Why, even at Laughing Valley we had a 188 BENEFITS FORGOT. plastered house. Surely it doesn't seem an unreasonable ambition — a plastered bouse. And even if it were, depend upon it, the clergy get what they insist on. A man's needs are measured by the account he gives of them ; and in turn he is measured by his needs. If a clergyman shows himself content with a hovel, he not only won't get a decent dwelling, but when it comes to a question of some other need, he will be thought as capable of doing without whatever it may be that .he wants as he showed himself of doing without the house. I have "always found that I got wbat I wanted by taking the proper stand. I have found that people of a certain class respect the inability of a gen- tleman to do without things which they have never felt the need of." " But, father — " protested Dorothy, and paused. She had been about to ask if the price of having all that one wanted might not be that some one else should have less than he wanted — less than his own, perhaps. She was glad not to have said it. An observation which seems true in the largest bearing may be quite false to the little fact which suggests it, and which one is tempted to try by it. Her father was right, of course. He was always right. Philip and Cutter, in their cabin at the " Snow Find," often discussed Maurice. They agreed that it was a pity that Dorothy should have such a man for a father, or that he should happen to have such a daughter; but they avoided the discussion of Dorothy herself by tacit agree- ment. As Philip drew on his town-going boots for the fifth time during a single week, however, and began to rummage in his chest for a white shirt, Cutter made no further effort to contain himself. BENEFITS FORGOT. 189 " You are not going in for a boiled shirt ! " he ex- claimed, as Philip exchanged the loose flannel of the West for the Eastern affectation. Cutter — in pursuit of his loyalty to the civilization which had produced him — had never disused it, though the washerwoman at Pinon had forced him to go to a Chinaman by returning the first white shirts he sent her, contemptuously, rough-dried. " Oh, I say, this is too much ! Do you know, I've had an idea once or twice lately, Deed, that you are rather hard hit. Tremendously nice girl ! " he murmured to the cig- arette he was lighting. " Oh, yes ; she's nice enough, if that's all," owned Philip, rummaging in his army chest for some collars, which he fished out at last, limp and yellow from their confinement of a year. "Do you suppose there are any memories in New York long enough to recall the time when this was the pre-eminently pre-eminent shape in collars ? " he asked, holding up a bundle of them. " Stocks may have come in again, for all I know," answered Cutter. " Ask somebody more in the way of that sort of information, Crusoe, my boy, than Man Fri- day. But, I say, Deed, she is nice." " I think I remember agreeing with you in that ob- servation," said Philip. " But I'll sign a treaty with you to regard her as nice, if that doesn't satisfy you. I'll give bonds, I'll mortgage myself as security for her niceness, if you like. Come ! " The eagerness of his manner was a trifle out of key with this sort of easiness ; but Cutter for- bore his gibes. " I say, I'm awfully glad for you, old man." He had got himself on his feet, and wrung Philip's hand. " Are you ? What a romantic dog you are, Cutter ! 190 BENEFITS FORGOT. It's uncommonly good of you." He turned to the recon- sideration of the collars. " I wish I saw any cause to be glad." " Don't you ? Then it's because you are infernally un- grateful. I'm bound to say that I do." " Yes," said Philip, with a weary smile ; " it is you, I believe, who look for big things from the ' Little Cipher.' You've got such a lot of faith, Cutter. It makes a cheer- ful companion of you. But you are hideously unreliable, you know. You'll be wanting to convince me that it is the honourable obligation of a beggar to go and propose marriage to somebody or other, next. Jasper has fur- nished me with just the sort of situation for you to try your abominable cheerfulness on. Turn it on, Cutter. Eub up your lamp, and get to work. I'm ready for any lie, if there's hope in it." " Pshaw ! There are paying properties in the world besides the ranch your brother has swindled you out of your share in. You forget the ' Pay Ore.' " " Oh, no, I don't — not when I'm in high spirits, and don't need what hope there is in it. But a man can't live on a hope like that, Cutter; and if he could, a woman couldn't, and no man could ask her to. And if he could ask her, he couldn't ask her father to let her." Cutter smiled at this reference to Maurice, who was a kind of joke between them ; and Philip smiled with him ruefully. The idea of Maurice allowing his daughter to marry any one but a rich man struck them both as humorous ; yet Cutter had to say, to console Philip, rather than because he believed it : " I don't know. There's some good in the old fraud, after all." BENEFITS FORGOT. 191 " Oh, don't go turning your cheerfulness on Maurice ! You haven't got the candle-power." " You might let me illuminate a little, and try," laughed Cutter. " But it is a sombre subject, that's a fact. You'll have to elope." " Shut up, Cutter ! " " Well, then, you'll have to wait for his consent. Put it either way. I'm only trying to please you ; and a dash of grey in the groom's hair isn't so bad, if you come to that." " Oh, drop it ! Your despair is worse than your cheer- fulness." " Well, it does seem to fit the facts of the case a little closer." " Oh, you're right. You're right. It does, and I know it when I'm not with her ; but when I am — D — it, man, I love her ! I can't lose her ! " " Now you're talking sense." " Am I ? It strikes me as a good deal more like the other thing. No ; I always come around to a clear sight of the situation — Jasper has fixed me out. It's as if he knew I must meet and care for the girl he once — Bah ! " Philip turned on his heel. " See here, have you given up your faith in the ' Pay Ore'?" " No," growled Philip ; " and I haven't given up my faith in the coming Brotherhood of Man ; but I wouldn't ask a girl to go to housekeeping on it." This was no reason why they should not thresh out to- gether again, for the hundredth time, the actual grounds for faith in the future of the " Pay Ore." They said to- gether again, and managed to say it without smiling, that 13 192 BENEFITS FORGOT. the ore-bearing vein was there ; that they were taking out good mineral all around the " Pay Ore " on the Hill ; that it was a question of finding out which way the vein dipped, and a question of the capital and patience necessary to reach it ; and they agreed that Eyan had the capital and the patience. Philip ridiculed Cutter's faith, as he always did when they spoke of this subject together ; but it was a way of playing his own hope, and they both knew it. Philip hoped rather easily, and most easily as a refuge from despair. He liked to be comfortable, and despair was uncomfortable. If he sometimes chose skepticism for an outward seeming, it was by way of hedging: one's hopes did not always come off, and a sophisticated doubt looked better on the record afterwards. " You'll live to see Eyan with his pick in that vein, yet," Cutter concluded. He had got to the end of his milling engineer's argument, and was indulging his gift of amiable prophecy. " Shall I ? " retorted Philip. " It will be a pretty tableau. But I don't know why we trouble ourselves about it, unless it is to avoid the point." " What is the point ? " He looked steadily at Philip, who smiled without amusement. " Oh ! " he exclaimed with intelligence. " Well, yes — " Cutter smiled. " But don't you think— ? " " No, sir ; I don't." Cutter bent forward. " Why, what's the trouble ? " " Usual trouble. Another fellow." " What? You think she cares for that—" " That gentleman, as you were about to call him, Mr. Gutter* is a great sight too good for any shoe-string tying of mine." - - • - ■ •• : -;. - .-.-. ■ BENEFITS FORGOT. 193 " Oh, look here — Well, Messiter is a good fellow. I admit it. But what of it ? Abstract considerations of that sort don't hold in a case of this kind." " Oh, I beg your pardon, Cutter," exclaimed Philip, as he buttoned one of the collars about his neck. " I forgot that you were an expert in these things. Well, what does hold ? Out with it ! Let us have the latest ! Don't put me off with any of your mouldy, out-of-date decisions. Give me the brand-newest opinion there is — something that can't be reversed before I can get her assent to it — Court of Appeals, preferably." Cutter pulled at his mustache, thoughtfully, and blew some smoke in Philip's direction. " Well, you might hold, for one thing. I have a no- tion she likes you." " Thanks," returned Philip, dryly. " I believe the worst of us have a kindness for our coolies, our dragomen, our slaves. WouldnH a woman like a man who made a profession, a calling, a vocation of her ; who revered her boots ; whose idea of happiness was being stepped on by them ; who spent his nights in dreaming new ways to be an ass for her sake, and his days in carrying out his dreams? Wouldn't she? I should hope so." " You have been going it a little strong with her this last fortnight. I suppose she has been rather enjoying the spectacle." " See here, Cutter," said Philip, hotly, " if you think Miss Maurice capable of torturing a man for her amuse- ment merely, you never were more mistaken in your life. She's not that sort. The fineness, the dignity, the genu- ineness and truth at that girl, Cutter— Oh, the devil i" Cutter was laughing. 194 BENEFITS FORGOT. The servant at the Maurices' cottage said that Miss Maurice was in the parlour. The house on which Dorothy and her father had finally fixed was the usual frame shell of the newer towns of the West. There were better houses in Maverick — the Vertners lived, by comparison, in a mansion — but there were cruder buildings too — log cabins chinked with mortar, and houses constructed out of disused packing-boxes, and roofed with canvas. On the ground floor, besides the kitchen and the dining- room, there was only the pleasant little room at the front of the house ; and it was this that the maid-servant called a " parlour." It was, in fact, Dorothy's sitting-room and sewing-room, though Maurice spoke of it as their draw- ing-room. As Philip turned the knob on the door of this room, he felt a hand upon it on the other side, and, re- leasing his own grasp, the door opened. Jasper stood before him in the act of bidding farewell to Dorothy. He lifted his head, and, seeing Philip in the doorway, stretched out his hand to him with his courtly smile. Philip, drawing back to let him pass, kept his gaze fixed on his face, looking him in the eye motionlessly, with a black glance of scorn. He would not see the hand. Flushing to his temples, Jasper gave a contemptuous little laugh, and walked by him, turning once more to bow to Miss Maurice. When Philip had got himself through the door and into the room, he went up to Dorothy in a dazed way, and offered her his hand. He thought he perceived a kind of reluctance, which she conquered in the imper- ceptible moment that passed before she took his hand in the frank and hearty clasp that had been from the be- ginning one of the little things he had liked best in her. Then she asked him quickly if he had seen her type-writer. BENEFITS FORGOT. 195 XIII. Ik his first groping, and bitter explanations of it to himself, Philip saw how natural it was that he should find Jasper with her. He had not known of his return, and he must have come this morning, as he was certain that he had not been in Maverick the day before ; but being returned, and hearing of her presence in Maverick, what could be more in the course of things than a meet- ing of old lovers, long separated, in the first hours of Jasper's home-coming ? Oh, it was natural enough ! " A type-writer ! " he said, in the easy and flowing tones of one who tries to be easy. " I congratulate you. It's a great thing. You will write your father's sermons now, I suppose." " I don't know," she said. " Yes, perhaps, if I can learn." It was, in fact, a longing desire with her to write her father's sermons for him at his dictation — he detested the manual labour of writing. But nothing seemed quite so possible and worth while as it had seemed a moment ago. " Do you know anything about it ? Perhaps you can show me," she said, to make conversation. She chafed under this difficult exchange : it had never been like this between them hitherto. They had always talked freely and naturally : it was one of the things which made this Mr. Deed a pleasant man to get along with, she had thought. He was so straightforward, so simple and direct ; he had no attitude, he never got himself up, he had not even that man's pose in talking to a woman which she disliked. He talked to her, she felt sure, as he 196 BENEFITS FORGOT. might have talked to a man. He understood things without being told. Men to whom one had to explain irritated her. And now he was not going to understand ; and he was defending himself from the natural course of their usual talk with an artifice. Was it in fact true, then, that such a thing as a frank and cordial relation between young men and young women was an impossibility ? She heard Philip saying that he had once spent a month or two in studying the type- writer, as she asked this question of herself. It was going to fall in with one of his young plans for being successful in some other way than the way his father wished, and had been dropped when the plan had fol- lowed the other plans. She heard this distantly while she passed in hasty review all possible and impossible occa- sions for the scene at the door and for his constraint. Was the blame hers, in any way ? she asked Jierself . Or, whosesoever the blame, might it be her opportunity to reconcile them? Dorothy's goodness was always impul- sive; the people who did not like the consequences of some of her rash bursts of kind-heartedness said that it was absurd. It was true that she was good in haste, and often repented at leisure ; but she liked better to stumble and wound herself, as she must, in her rush to help some one who had fallen, than to suck wise maxims about prudence in contented inaction. She kept a generous scorn for the mincing caution of the proverbs. All proverbs were stingy and selfish, she thought, and taught one to live for one's self in the handsomest security. She went to the type-writer, and began to finger it with the gingerly deliberateness of the novice, while he stood above her looking on, and they exchanged question BENEFITS FORGOT. 197 and answer without much notion on either side of what they were talking about. She was feeling, with a woman's sense of social obligation, that she must do something to keep the affair moving ; while her kindly puzzlement about the little drama at the door went on steadily in her thoughts. Philip was capable of listening at any time to the tak- ing modulations of her sweet, rich Southern voice, with- out troubling his head about what she was saying ; and it was in this dreamy way that he was listening to her now, thinking also, as if it were a novel thought, how utterly pretty she was. She was dressed in a house-gown of black, with the daintiest suggestion of a dark-green velvet at the throat, shoulders, and sleeves ; and the quietness of this effect seemed to exalt the beauty of her fresh colouring, her good, honest, sincere, admirable eyes, her shapely face. How she stared at her type-writing ! He wished she would look about at him. It was two minutes since he had seen her eyes ; the whimsical brown, floating inter- mittently in their grey depths, would have had time to change or go. There suddenly seemed nothing further to say, and, leaning back from the type-writer, she patted her hand upon her dress, and called, " Here, Jack ! " A great New- foundland dog, which had been lying on the floor by the side of the type-writer, leaped up, placing his forepaws in her lap, and wagging his tail. Jack had been given up by Messiter while they were at Laughing Valley City, and it had been one of the pains of her hurried departure that she must leave him behind ; but Messiter had arranged to have him brought over the Pass by careful hands, and it was a week since he had been restored to her. She was 198 BENEFITS FORGOT. extremely fond of him. He plunged his paws in a mo- ment into the keyboard of the type- writer, and Philip dragged him off. The diversion seemed to restore them to themselves, for Philip said, more in the tone of their usual talk than anything that had been said since he entered the room, " I didn't know you had a type- writer." And, glad of the change, Dorothy answered : " I haven't. To really have a type-writer I suppose one should know how to use it, if only a very little ; and be- sides, it doesn't belong to me, but to a clergyman, a friend of my father, who left it for me to try. He has gone East on his vacation, and spent a night with us on his way down from Leadville." " You will like it immensely. You will hate him when he comes to take it back." She shook her beautiful head, laughing. " I don't know. It makes me — wriggle," she said. " I can't bear to pick out the letters. I don't like the noise, and it's all so mechanical, so barbarous. It's a great convenience, I suppose, and I shall go on with it on papa's account, if I find I can. But I can't see how any one could like it. What is there to like ? " " Everything. Let me show you." " Oh, if you do it like that ! " she exclaimed, as he rat- tled off a number of sentences, in the seat she gave up to him. " You must do it like that," he rejoined, without looking up from the keyboard, over which his fingers twinkled bewilderingly. " You didn't think that you were to go hesitatingly from letter to letter, with a little fearsome pause between each jump, like Eliza in BENEFITS FORGOT. 199 i Uncle Tom's Cabin' escaping across the floating ice, did you ? " He was feeling much happier now. After all, it had been only a school-girl and -boy engagement. He knew that it no longer existed — that it had not existed for four years. Was it likely that — pshaw ! Had not Jasper called on the day of his arrival in the place ? He had not for- gotten. Did he ever forget any purpose? He brought himself back to the consideration of the type-writer lesson with an effort. She was interested. " You won't mind if I ask ques- tions?" she said, as she consented to try again for her- self. She let her fingers idle over the letters without pressing their white circles. " Why isn't the alphabet set in order ? " " ' The better to puzzle you, my dear,' " quoted Philip, absently, but enjoying the use of the epithet. " There is a better reason than that," returned Doro- thy. She laughed, flushing a little at his phrase. " Yes," he admitted ; " you will find it a very good thing, after you have gone a little farther, to have the most-used letters nearest your hand. Suppose, now, you put in a fresh sheet of paper, and try a sentence or two on your own account." He inserted the paper, showed her the use of the little device for separating words, taught her to pull back the running-gear at the top at the warning of the bell, made plain the means of governing the space between lines, and then gave her a little lecture on the position of the small and capital letters, the punctuation-marks, and the nu- merals. She listened with serious attention, and, as he bent over to illustrate his meaning, withdrew herself to 200 BENEFITS FORGOT. leave space for the play of his arms, while he pressed the letters, or caught back the sliding-rack. In this close and amiable proximity the constraint be- tween them of a few moments back seemed already to have aged itself into an unhistoried past. She was wondering how this could be the man who had given Jasper the look at the door which she could not forget ; and he was saying to himself that in all the world there were not eyes like those he looked down into when she would glance up suddenly from time to time to ask him a ques- tion, or to give one of her flashing turns to his replies, with that charming manner of reserved freedom which was constantly a new grace in her. She became proficient enough at last to write out co- herent sentences for herself, and together they found the things she wrote very amusing. " Suppose you see if you can read what I write from the movement of my fingers, Mr. Deed," she said. " You are not to turn the cylinder up to look ; but only to read, if you can, as I go along." She began m a kind of em- barrassment, and did not get on as well with the first words as she had in her earlier experiments. But she tried again, in a moment, and completed the sentence with a little air of bravado. She kept her eyes on the keyboard, but as he did not speak she glanced up at him hastily. " Oh ! " exclaimed Philip, recalled to himself. " I was to read from your fingers. Well, shall we begin?" Dorothy laughed nervously. " We have begun," she said. " Didn't you see ? " " Oh, yes, yes ! " assented he. " Or — no ; I was — " It was impossible to say that he had been watching the BENEFITS FORGOT. 201 movement of her fingers, and speculating upon the ques- tion whether all women had such hands, and why he had never noticed how adorably contrived for type-writing they were. He had got to the point of remembering that he had seen a number of young girls hammering away at type-writers in offices without being moved by the spec- tacle, when her glance called him back. " Will you write it again ? " he asked. " I will really watch this time." " Oh, I don't think I could write it again," returned Dorothy, quickly. "Why not? As a punishment for inattention? I suppose I've deserved it," he said. " No ; I don't think I ought." " It was a real sentence, then. I claim it as a right, in that case. You have made a communication to me, Miss Maurice. You've no right to withhold it. It has passed out of your hands." " Yes," owned she, with amusement, " that's true ; but it didn't pass into your eyes. I offered it to you, and you wouldn't look. You were engaged." " Then you are punishing me, and that's equally un- fair." " No — no, I'm not," she denied doubtfully ; " but — " with a whimsical smile that enchanted him — " why, it was not discreet, what I wrote." She smiled up at him. " No? " he asked, in pure enjoyment. " No." And then, in a moment, " You wouldn't urge me to be m-discreet? " " No, I shouldn't urge it. I should insist upon it. I do. Come ! " he said, and she wondered why she liked 202 BENEFITS FORGOT. his air of domination better than Jasper's, though she did not altogether dislike Jasper's. "And the demon said unto me, 'Write!'" para- phrased she. " It was an angel," said Philip. " Was it ? " She bent her hands hesitantly above the keyboard. " But you must promise to stay angel," she said, suddenly arresting herself. She glanced up doubt- fully at his face. " No ; I won't write it again. It wasn't wise ; it wasn't — nice." " That settles it, then : I must see it." " No," repeated Dorothy ; " you wouldn't like it. It was a quite wrong thing to ask." Her fingers hovered above the keyboard meditatively. She suddenly began to pick out the letters. Philip followed her fingers closely. He read, letter by letter, " Why wouldn't you speak to your brother at the door ? " He rose abruptly from his stooping position above the machine, colouring painfully. She looked up, at his impulsive movement, and rose herself. " Oh, what have I done ? " she exclaimed at sight of his face. After a miserable pause : " You needn't tell me. It was very wrong of me. I knew it. But it wasn't I who asked, Mr. Deed. I would never have asked — not myself. I thought," she said, gathering her ex- planations painfully, " or the type- writer thought, — it wasn't I — it escaped me, — that perhaps I could reconcile, bring you togeth — " The words died upon her lips. " It was a foolish thought, I see ; and yet," she added, with recovered dignity, " perhaps I had a kind of right to it. Your brother is an old friend," — Philip looked up at this, BENEFITS FORGOT. 203 — " and you — you have been very good. We have always felt that we partly owe our lives to you — father and I — since the day of the storm, and — " Philip lifted his hand with an appealing gesture. " Well, there's nothing else to say, except that I'm very sorry. But, oh, Mr. Deed," she cried suddenly, " why won't you make it up with him, whatever it is — and be — be friends ? I'm sure he can't have done anything very bad — nothing that could make it right that you should turn from him. He is good — sometimes he is hard, and he is always master- ful : yes — but he is good. You must feel that." " Oh, yes," said Philip ; " I feel that." She glanced at him doubtfully, as if in question of his tone. " I'm sure I've every reason to know of his goodness," she said, after a pause, with feeling. " If it hadn't been for that—" " You wouldn't have been here to appreciate it with me, perhaps. ~No ; I remember that. It's another of the quiet things, done without talk or fuss, by which Jasper has put me in his debt. I owe him a great deal, Miss Maurice — more than you know." Again she hesitated at an indefinable note in his voice ; but she said immediately, with her usual openness : " I suppose an elder brother has always that great ad- vantage — the advantage of being able to do a great deal for a younger brother. It must be very pleasant to him, and he must always wish, if he is a man like your brother, to do always a little more, that he may be able to make you forget his friendly advantage over you by the mere quantity of his friendliness." In the midst of his pain and bitterness, Philip could 204 BENEFITS FORGOT. not help smiling faintly at this, but he said, with less care about his tone : " Oh, yes ; I've never had to complain of short weight with Jasper. He doesn't do things by halves. When he does a really friendly thing, he heaps the meas- ure up, and runs it over. I don't always know what to do with so much magnanimity. You can't put a landslide in your pocket, you know, Miss Maurice, and sometimes you can't even find your manners in time to make your bow." She could not avoid feeling the sardonic undertone this time, and she thought she saw, at once, that the cause of offence between them, whatever it was, was largely due to Mr. Philip Deed's sensitive, almost nervous, pride ; and she thought, too, that she could guess pretty clearly, from her knowledge of the two men, something about what would be the usual situation between them. She could see how Philip might detest his brother at times for his very power of doing him favours. She knew how that was, herself. She was painfully aware in herself of the strain of meanness, or self-will, or conceit, — she did not know what it was, — that made the kind of generosity which is open-handed enough to allow another to be generous among the most difficult kinds of unselfishness, and she could understand — yes, she could understand entirely — how Philip (whose pride would be less manageable than her own by the degree in which it was a man's and com- manding) would feel this peculiarly. The very delicacy with which Jasper would try to conceal a kindness would be an added offence: the need for delicacy was itself humiliating. She could imagine how Philip would be- come angered on provocation of this sort, and how Jasper would helplessly make the matter worse — not that there BENEFITS FORGOT. 205 would be any way of making it better— by his forbearance. It would be the kind of case in which neither was to blame, and in which each must blame the other. Filled with this idea, she said, with a note of sympathy in her voice that at first bewildered and then angered Philip, and finally caused him to laugh a little to himself at the completeness of her error : " I'm sure we must all have felt that. It's strange, isn't it, that it should be so hard to accept a kindness as we all find it ? One would think that the effort connected with a kindness would be all over when it had been done. It isn't so very easy even to do it ; but to receive it needs heroism. At least I find it does. And I can understand how you would feel that way about your brother, even when you were most grate- ful to him ; and you would all the time be divided be- tween a wish to make him feel how much you appreciated his kindness, and a wish to box his ears." " Oh, it's not a divided wish," said Philip, falling in with her mistake as the easiest defence that offered ; and at this they both laughed. " His ears must be smarting most of the time," said she, as her laugh ended in a smile. " Why, no ; not all the time," returned Philip, un- warily. " You mean — " she began, still smiling. " Nothing that I'd better tell you," he said, quickly withdrawing. " Oh, Mr. Deed," she exclaimed, with an electrical re- turn to soberness, " I see that there is something really serious between you — something that I mustn't intrude on. Forgive me ! I have been thinking it one of those little disagreements that a word would set right — one of 206 BENEFITS FORGOT. those wretched mistakes where two persons need only to be explained to each other. I see I can't do it ; but you can, Mr. Deed." " What ? Explain myself to Jasper ? " " I don't know. Make it right with him, or whatever men call it. Some one has always to play the generous part, don't you think, where there has been — has been a disagreement ? " " No, Miss Maurice ; I can't do that." He turned away from her, and strode towards the window. " Oh, that is not like you, Mr. Deed ! He would not hesitate, I am sure, in your place." " In my place ? " returned he. She began to stammer a reply ; but he said, " Oh, I beg your pardon — my place, in the wrong ? No ; my brother would not hesitate in my place." " I did not say that," she put in sorrowfully. She saw that she had implied it. "It doesn't need saying, Miss Maurice. You only recognize a universal fact. There are laws of character, you know, and a planetary orbit is wobbly to them. Everybody who knows us at all would know, without telling, that in any question between us I must be in the wrong." "And are you in the wrong in this?" she asked earnestly. " Tell me frankly. I will believe whatever you say. You bewilder me. I don't know what to think. Tell me ! " she repeated. Philip laughed harshly. " You must ask Jasper that." " I will," she said. "No; don't, Miss Maurice. Don't on any account. Don't think of such a thing." BENEFITS FORGOT. 207 " Ah, he would be more fair ! " " Promise me that you will not say a word of this to Jasper." " Tell me yourself, then, Mr. Deed." Philip took a turn up and down the room. " I can't," he said at last. " You see what you leave me to think," she said sadly. " Nothing good of me/' he answered bitterly. She glanced up at his face. The frankness and gen- uineness which she had always liked in his look shone through the hurt which possessed him, and gave her con- fidence to say, looking up to the tall, strong-limbed figure standing above her, "Do you think it just to your brother to leave him under the imputation of such a silence ? " Philip started. " Jasper ? " he said. " Surely. Your silence implies — it seems to say that your brother is somehow much in the wrong ; or else — " " Or else ? " asked Philip, steadily. " I will not say what else. But if that is so, it is fair, it is right, that you should tell me." She sat down ab- ruptly, as if not quite certain of herself. Philip felt, girdingly, the extreme inconvenience at- taching to all endeavours to do the fair-minded thing — the impossibility, namely, of explaining with decency. " In order that you may not be thinking me much in the wrong ? " he said. " No, Miss Maurice ; I couldn't do that." He turned away. "You are not fair," she said, after a moment, with dignity. " I do not know that there is any right or wrong in the matter. I am ignorant of everything but that you would not bow to your brother in my presence. I have put my plea on the score of peacemaking, and if you feel 14 208 BENEFITS FORGOT. that I have meddled, I am rightly served ; but I have a right to ask why you should put a slight on a gentleman whom you meet here as — as — " her voice broke — " as my guest, Mr. Deed." He came back and stood before her. " You have a right to ask that, Miss Maurice, and perhaps I have no right not to answer you. But I cannot answer you." " Then I must think—" " That I have done a wrong to Jasper which I am un- willing to repair or own. Yes, Miss Maurice." " I do not mean that," she said wistfully, and he saw that she was on the verge of tears, yet had to blunder savagely on. " What else can you mean ? There is but the choice. You must believe in Jasper or in me." " Oh, I knew it ! " she cried, as if to herself. " I fore- saw it ! It was for that that I had to try to make it right between you. I could not bear — " She broke down sud- denly. " You mean that you wished to keep us both for friends. You know now that that is impossible. We are enemies. We cannot have or keep a common friend. Which will you choose ? " The passionate tone of demand roused her. She straightened herself imperceptibly in her seat on the couch, and raised her head, looking up, and confronting his flushed face. " I will answer your question when you have answered mine," she said. She rose, and held out her hand listlessly. Philip took it as formally, and suddenly left the room. His head was down. He felt sick — spiritually sick to his inmost fibre. BENEFITS FORGOT. 209 XIV. Philip went out and got on his horse, and rode fu- riously towards the " Snow Find." This was the end, he supposed. And for this, again, he had to thank Jasper. He gnashed his teeth as he set his spur in the pony's flank and swept over the long level stretch by the river, outside the town. He had made a fool of himself again, and, as usual, not in a way in which Jasper would have made a fool of himself. His sense of the unhandsomeness, of the impossibility, of telling her of the actual state of the case between them seemed in this open light of the prairie, with the wind blowing in his face, an incredible piece of folly. Why should he consider Jasper ? Would he have spared him in the same situation ? He saw at once that this had nothing to do with the matter, and that it was not for Jasper's sake that he had held his tongue. It was for his own : he couldn't have gone on living in the body of a man who had told her that. • If he had told it he knew very well with what object he would have spoken. He would have done it to malign his rival to her (it had come to that between him and Jasper ; he might as well face it) ; he would have done it to take a sneaking advantage with a woman of an opportunity to spike another man's guns. That would be bad enough with any man for his rival ; but with Jasper it would be a thing which he would never be able to hold up his head after doing. It became too dirty a piece of reprisal to think of. The perception of the impossibility of doing anything to Jasper's injury, which he had urged upon his father, had laid a firm and 210 BENEFITS FORGOT. withholding grip upon him in the midst of the tempta- tion to tell her everything ; and now it reasserted itself as a final motive, as a thing not to be questioned or dodged; as a principle to which he must be faithful, wholly without regard to what it might cost him. It had cost him indirectly his father's friendship, already, and had driven his father to the wretched refuge of flight from an imagined evil ; and now it had probably cost his own happiness. He cursed Jasper, as he thought of it, between his teeth. He was glad to be going to Durango on the morrow to seek his father ; he thought he should remain a week. But in the event he was back the second day. It had be- come a necessity to him to see her, if only at a hopeless distance. Dorothy often bit her lip in the days immediately following Philip's call, when she thought of the part she had played. She had been wrong in meddling, of course, and she accused herself bitterly; but she also accused him. What right had he to drag her into the question between himself and his brother, whatever it was? Why should she take sides ? She said to herself that, whatever he might do, he should not change her neutrality. She was the friend of both. What effect could any quarrel between them have upon that fact ? She was most their friend when she refused to allow their difference to in- vade her relation to them. She was grateful to Jasper for refraining from making on his part so difficult a de- mand upon her friendship ; she felt his silence about the whole matter to be a fine generosity. It delicately im- plied the real character of the difference between the brothers as she had guessed it from the first ; it was part BENEFITS FORGOT. 211 of that forbearance which he would have used to avoid the quarrel itself, and which he would now be the first to tender to his brother if he would accept it. The other kind of generosity — the freedom with which Philip gave himself and all that he had in the smaller daily matters — she saw was, after all, a less deep and genuine unselfish- ness than this patient restraint and self-effacement of Jasper's. In smaller things his attitude had not the charm of Philip's gay and thoughtless open-handed ness ; but when a serious opportunity arose — an opportunity for a brave and self-denying magnanimity — it was easy to see which was the stronger. She said to herself that it was true, what she had often thought, that Philip was light. When a woman makes reflections like these, it would be a mistake to seek their basis wholly in the psycholog- ical facts with which she believes herself to be reasoning. It was at all events true that before Dorothy had matured all of these thoughts about the character of the brothers, Philip had remained away from the house several days, and that a certain chivalric reserve in Jasper's bearing towards an old question between them had renewed in her a vague remorse. She had supposed herself to have settled all that, to have put it away in the lumber-room of her memory, where she need visit it only in those moments of senti- ment when a dreamy willingness to pain herself possessed her. But a discarded lover is both a more material and a more importunate fact when he happens to be in the same town than when he lives before the mental vision only in the letter of dignified complaint which must be answered with the statement of an unhappy truth. Jasper, in the flesh, patient, unreproachful, and obdurately 212 BENEFITS FORGOT. faithful to a love which she had fancied as dead in him as it was in her, was a different man from the one she had pictured as suffering for as long a time as her action had remained a vivid theme of remorse to her, and as getting over it by the same gradual process through which she had emerged from her remorse. He had not got over it, and he was by her side. Their engagement, if one could call it that, — if it was the kind of engagement on which marriage is supposed to follow ; Dorothy believed that she had never called it that to herself, — had been one of the school-boy and -girl follies at which one smiles with wonder at twenty-five, and tells to one's grandchildren at sixty with a fond laugh, and a passing inward question touching the colour of those curls now. It had been a pleasant diversion between them — the kind of thing which is a little more intense and a little more entertaining than the tennis that one would be playing at that age if one were not engaged in being engaged ; but to think of it as the sort of stuff of wfcich one would make a life, was to speak from the dis- ordered outlook upon things in which all measures and values melt into a mess of triviality. It had lasted between them until Dorothy began to go out into society, and to see the world and other men. She did not begin to compare, then, but she perceived a betrothal to be a different matter from the agreeable play- thing it had seemed at school : she began to question with her conscience whether she had a right to go on with so serious a thing unseriously. Was it dealing fairly by him ? She saw that it was not ; yet she tried, with a woman's devotion to an impossible unselfishness, to keep it up. Jasper had gone West to the ranch by this time, BENEFITS FORGOT. 213 and in degree as the affair seemed wrong and mistaken to her, she found herself endeavouring to make up to him for the wrong (which, if it was really any of hers, was hers unconsciously) by writing him more faithfully. This, too, seemed dishonest, after a time, and, in despair, she let the correspondence flag, believing, or hoping, that he would divine what had happened, and that he would save her the pain of explaining. Surely it was natural enough ; he was a man by this time, as she was a woman, and he must know how inevitable it was. He perceived as quickly as she could have desired that there was a change ; but he showed no inclination to spare her in defining it. Brought face to face with the neces- sity for action, she passed a bitter time, in which she struggled with her conscience and the proprieties. To a young girl it still seems doubtful whether, after all, she may not better wreck her life and a man's than be talked about. In her highest moments of self-sacrifice she thought she could go on with it; then it would come time to write him a letter, and she would see that she could not even do as much as that. How was she to live with him for fifty years ? Jasper's complaint took at last that tone of demand which lay under the surface of his most pliant moods; and in the end she saw that she must write him all that was in her heart. It was a very right-spirited letter, tell- ing him the bare truth : that she did not love him as she had supposed, that to marry with no better feeling than she could bring to him would be a permanent wrong to both him and her, and would merely procure their com- mon unhappiness ; and begging him to release her from their engagement. Jasper came on to the Pennsylvania 214 BENEFITS FORGOT. city where her father was just then settled over a church, and an interview followed of the sort which men and women remember on their death-beds. But she did not yield, and Jasper went back to the ranch a changed man. He was hard about women now ; he felt himself cruelly misused. He was very bitter. He sai£ to himself that he did not care what he did now. She was responsible for it. He had said as much to her in his anger. Doro- thy, in fact, stood for and symbolized every good thought that he had ever had : she was the goddess of his dreams of being some time a little cleaner and a more straight- forward man than he had yet contrived to be. He was accustomed to say that she could do anything with him, and he had kept her in a species of bondage to this, while they had been together during their engagement. This was one of the facts which had wrought upon Dorothy while it was still a question whether she should do right to break the engagement ; it was part of the perilous power that there is for every woman in the pas- sionate need for her of a man who does not on other accounts create an answering need in her. It is perhaps a phase of the mother instinct into which all forms of woman's love tend to dissolve ; but it is certainly always an argument with a woman strong out of all proportion to its actual validity ; and it had not only been a part of the reluctant push towards the self-sacrifice she had once contemplated, but, in meeting Jasper, the sense of it was found to have still a power for pain. She was surprised and chagrined that it should be so, but so it was; and in the solitude of her chamber at night, after Jasper had taken away his melancholy eyes, with the look of a settled sorrow in them, and she had BENEFITS FORGOT. 215 freed herself from the influence of his patient reserve about all that had been between them, she wept miserable tears. She dried them when she remembered to be indig- nant at his attitude. She would rather a thousand times be upbraided for what she had done — if she had done anything — than to be arraigned by that deferential silence which forbearingly would not bring its charge. It was a studied insult, she said to herself. But the next day it seemed a chivalry beyond praise. It seemed this most when she recognized, as she found herself doing in occa- sional flashes, her girlish ideal in his handsome face and figure, his daring and commanding manner, his air of power, his effect of having his hand on the wheel of the earth, his brilliant and indomitable will. Jasper came often during this period of Philip's with- drawal ; but she never proposed to him the question she had told Philip she should ask him. Something in his manner when she mentioned Philip forbade it; and it would be unfair, she saw, to make him own up to the gal- lant gentleness and magnanimity he would have used in all this affair with his sensitive and high-strung brother. The use of the adjectives that both condemned and praised him brought Philip sharply before her mind, and she felt again, as if it had been at the moment, the pain that the scene between them had given her. She liked him too well to wish to hurt him, and she had felt that she was hurting him with every word she said. Perhaps he was too easily wounded ; but that seemed, now, a fault that one might forgive — nay, certainly ought to forgive — to such an occasion. How hot-headed he was ! She found herself saying this, with a kind of laughing fond- ness, to herself. It seemed suddenly almost a likable 216 BENEFITS FORGOT. trait in him. It was his fineness — the wrong side of it, to be sure, but still his fineness. And if he was swift to anger, he was swift to feel : it was because of that. It was easy for other men to be calm : they did not care so much — perhaps did not care at all. This made her think of Jasper ; and to think of Jasper made her lift her eyes from her type-writer, and allow her glance to rove out of doors, with an impulsive wish that it might be Philip in- stead of Jasper with whom she was to ride at two o'clock. The Maurices' house stood, not far from the Vertners', on the outskirts of the town, and the sun swept an un- broken stretch of plain to look on Dorothy at her win- dow. The glowing light and the brisk air without gave her a longing to be galloping away into the shining day. Her eyes rested with liking on the broad, sunlit level reaching to the mountains. "If she looked straight before her she could keep the prospect untouched by the sight of a single habitation. She heaved a little sigh. She should probably never meet Philip again, let alone ride w T ith him. The outlook from her window gave all her thoughts a pleasant turn, however ; and she saw herself forgiving something to any one who should ride up into the foreground of this prospect leading a saddle-horse. XV. Jasper took up the interrupted thread of his life at the ranch with zest, in ignorance of what had happened in his absence. It gave him an agreeable thrill to resume his place, to vault into the seat of authority, once more, BENEFITS FORGOT. 217 in putting his leg over Vixen's back. He wondered, as he went about on his horse, hearing reports and giving orders, why he ever abandoned even temporarily this little kingdom, where his word was law, and where he could see from day to day his personal foresight, shrewdness, and force taking visible shape in the increase of his herd, in the extension of his domain, and in the growth of his influence among the cattle-men of the district. Yes, it was a mistake to spend his time in running across the continent, while this position was his at home — a position which he would not barter for that of any one he knew ; which he would not sell, knowing what he did of the fu- ture it promised, for any sum he was likely to be offered ; and which he would not share with any one on earth. Ah, yes. To be sure he had done right to go to New York. The intention he foresaw in his father to force the question of Philip's share in the range on him, before his marriage, threatened the position itself. It was not a thing he could wish to face out personally ; and if he had ever had the slightest inclination to divide his power at the ranch, this would have been the last time he would have selected. Just now, when the fruits of the hard work, the sagacity, the devotion of his five years on the range began to show, was he to share results— and, much worse, control over future results— with Philip ? He had borne the burden and heat of the day, had watered and tended his little tree, had suffered and groaned and sweated to bring it to bearing ; and here came Philip loafing, in his usual way, into a soft thing that some one else had paid for, and wanting to help pick the fruit and reorganize gardening methods. Jasper had looked on with a scornful eye while Philip spread his series of idle 218 BENEFITS FORGOT. and fatuous experiments over a wide geography. If his father was willing to pay for such cleverness in devising schemes for dodging the main point, he wasn't. The main point, as he saw it, was work — hard work, guided by stiff common sense. He was a worker himself, and he wasn't taking into partnership fellows who liked fishing better than fence-building, and who, in place of his ca- pacity for making one dollar two, knew only how to spend one and borrow two. In Maverick, Jasper was welcomed back heartily, for the most part. There were men who had been over- reached by him in a cattle-trade who marred the pleasure he found in the general acclamation by avoiding him, or by greeting him surlily ; there was a widow whom he had been obliged to press in a little foreclosure matter con- nected with a house he had bought on speculation in Maverick, and she had her circle of sympathizers. But these were trifling notes in the chorus of good-will. Just before leaving for New York, Jasper had succeeded in organizing the cattle-men of the valley into a Mutual Pro- tective Association, designed to check cattle-thieving (by which many owners had suffered heavily of late) ; to ap- ply a stricter system to the round-ups ; to put a stop to the loose practice of branding mavericks, wherever found, be- tween round-ups ; to join other associations in petitioning Congress for a better law to prevent the spread of the foot- and-mouth disease among cattle ; and especially to keep all newcomers out of the valley, the association officially declaring the range to be overstocked. There had been certain difficulties in forming the combination; half a dozen forces, from various causes, were against it ; and the fact that Jasper, against all op- BENEFITS FORGOT. 219 position, had pushed his plan to a successful conclusion had given him, in his absence, a new and stronger posi- tion in Maverick. He had always been popular ; but the town now began to feel that it owed him something. There was even talk of nominating him in the spring for the office his father had once held ; and it was said that, if he played his cards well, he needn't stop at the may- oralty. At least one eye watched interestedly the subdued and decent air of triumph with which Jasper received these signs of the predominance which he might presently claim in the town. Mr. Snell's sagacious glance pursued him furtively from behind the windows of his Miners' Supply Store, as he rode by on horseback, when he came into Maverick from the ranch — following his disappear- ance down the street with a sardonic smile, and a slow, humorous working of his tongue within his cheek, which seemed to do him good. They were all at Ira's one night when some one said that he supposed the next thing they would hear would be that Jasper had bought out his father's half interest in the ranch. He said that he had heard — he didn't know whether there was anything in it or not, of course, but he had heard — that Jasper had made an almighty good thing in stocks while he was on in New York. Trust him for knowing a good thing ! He seemed to have his father's long business head with something else besides — some- thing like clutch. Nobody ever heard of his letting go of anything that he once laid his fist over, and his father, spite of his will (it was a dose for an adult, that will ; the speaker had tried it), had let things slip, and lost a for- tune. It would be queer if Jasper should pull up and 220 BENEFITS FORGOT. pass his father in the race, now wouldn't it ? It would be like Deed to be glad. He was gone on those sons of his. He didn't seem to have his natural sense where they were concerned. But it would be interesting if, after his father had given him a half share in the partnership, Jasper should be able to buy the other half for himself. " Queer partnership, that, anyway," grunted Mr. Snell from the other side of the cloud of smoke that filled the bar-room. Snell was reputed to have made a fortune in fitting out mining-parties, in the early days of the Lead- ville boom, with a very bad grade of goods at prices not without a touch of naivete for the impartial spectator not obliged to pay them. And he had made a good thing by " grub-staking " two or three young men who had been lucky in prospecting the hills about Aspen. With the coming of fortune he had put on a precise habit of speech (it was a carefully made garment, but the old would some- times play him the low trick of showing through in patch- es), and had waked up one morning with a respect for himself which required the use of the third person in re- ferring to Mr. Snell. "What Mr. Snell says is like this," continued Mr. Snell : " A man's all off as soon as he begins bringing family considerations into business. Mr. Snell has noth- ing against them : he's a family man himself. But he says to his sons, he says, 'Look here now, Fred, if you want anything out of your old father, you have got to earn it ; and if you want to do business with him, you have got to do business on business principles, every time, sir.' And he does it, too, gentlemen. The rate of inter- est is just as high under Mr. Snell's roof and fig-tree as it is down at his store. The multiplication-table was always BENEFITS FORGOT. 221 good enough for me, and I guess it'll have to do for my boys," he added grimly, with an unwary lapse into the first person. " Two per cent, a month, unquestionable security, notes protested right along — that's what does it, gentle- men. Ask no favours, and take none ; and more especially have a cast-iron, copper-riveted, water-tight contract with your relatives, if you're foolish enough to have any, and bail the machine dry of family feeling before you start. Now, Mr. Deed has got a notion in his head, near as I can make out, that there's two answers to twice two. Down in town here it makes four ; but out at the ranch, when he's dealing with that son of his, Jasper, it makes five, or three, or some other fool figger." A loyal murmur rose from the crowd at this, and Snell concluded doggedly : " Well, anyway, what Mr. Snell says is like this : ' There's a place for everything,' he says, ' and the place for family feeling is at the family fireside.' " " Family furnace up Mr. Snell's way, ain't it, Snell ? " asked one of the group. He was joked on his peculiarity, of course, but the town did not venture far in this direc- tion. He owned a good share of the houses of Maverick, was a hard landlord, and employed a number of people in his business and at his mines. Times were not always — perhaps never — of the best in Maverick ; and no one felt that he could quite afford the luxury of making an enemy of Snell. " I've put in a furnace lately, sir, I admit. Yes, sir," said he, truculently ; " and I may be out of my count," he went on, with a remote implication which was not lost on men who liked their humour oblique, " but I think — I say I think, young man — I've got a receipt for the coal bill." 222 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Come back to make things hum again out at your ranch, I judge," Mr. Snell said to Jasper when, about a week after the talk between Dorothy and Philip, Jasper stopped his horse in the street to speak to him. Jasper made a point of speaking all men fair, and humouring the willingness of everybody to believe his existence a con- stant matter for joyous surprise to all good fellows. " Yes, Mr. Snell, yes ; things get to loose ends in the master's absence, don't they? Personal supervision is the only plan, I find. I know it's your plan. Not many things escape your eye." Mr. Snell drew his lips to a point, and, stroking them deprecatingly, pretended to weigh the question. " Well, not a great," he consented. " I suppose, now, you rather enjoy seeing the wheels start up again," he went on in a moment, in another tone ; " like to crack your whip and see things moving, eh ? " Jasper glanced at him. " Why, it's pleasant to be back," he said. " When a man really likes his business, there's nothing like business, after all, is there, Mr. Snell ? " " Nothing," agreed Mr. Snell — " nothing. Not if it is your business, at least," he qualified ; " not if you run the machine, not if you're on top." " Well, we shouldn't care to be anywhere else, should we, Mr. Snell ? " laughed Jasper, easily. Mr. Snell flashed his furtive look on him, and dropped his eyes immediately. " No," he assented, with his dry smile. It was a wrinkled smile, like the skin of a last year's apple, withered and pensive and loose. It seemed to become in a moment a little large for his face, and he hastily smoothed it out. " No," he repeated ; " I don't believe we should. You wouldn't, anyway, I judge. You BENEFITS FORGOT. 223 wouldn't never be caught hankering, Mr. Snell guesses, for the place of that fellow in the theatre orchestras that hits them brasses once in a while, and dandles them sleigh-bells, and whacks his drum in between. I guess, if any one was to do much figgering about your place, they'd see you belonged a leetle nigher the middle of the orchestra — something not too all-fired far from the con- ductor's chair ; and I shouldn't wonder if they come around to the idee that the centre of his chair was not far off the right thing. You'd want a baton in your hand, and then matters would begin to rumble around there. Eh ? " he shouted in enjoyment, rubbing his hands. Jasper laughed. He could enjoy even Mr. Snell's attribution of the naturalness of the place of command to him. Snell went away, rubbing his hands with a glee out of proportion to the superficial dimensions of the joke ; and when he was alone in his private office at the store, drew a paper indorsed u Bill of Sale of ' Triangle Outfit ' " from a bundle of documents in his safe, and, seating himself in his capacious leather chair, read it over in smiling silence. When Jasper, while still at breakfast next morning, saw Snell's leathery face come suddenly into the sunny prospect from his window, appearing and disappearing with the motions of his horse, he was unable to imagine why he should be taking the long ride from Maverick at such an hour to see him. He had had no dealings with him for nearly a year ; what should he want of him ? He accounted for his presence for a moment by the fantastic supposition that Snell was running out to see him for a little early morning exercise, and for the pleasure of a chat with him; and he allowed himself a smile at this 15 224 BENEFITS FORGOT. idea. Snell no more took aimless exercise on horseback than the other residents of Maverick did, and if it was a question of riding five miles for the sake of a chat with him (Jasper), he thought he saw Snell wasting good busi- ness time in that fashion. The talk of yesterday came back to him : he had thought at the time that old Snell (he called him old, though he was scarcely fifty, because, in the absence of the absolutely old in the West, middle age has to typify senility) probably wanted something with all that palavering, and here he was to make what profit he could out of it. Jasper determined that it should be small. It was a bore, his coming at breakfast-time. Couldn't he let a man eat his meals in peace 1 he growled to himself. Jasper combined with his habit of hard work certain luxurious tastes, which he did not allow to interfere with business. He rose early for work (it was one of his counts against Philip that he was never up to breakfast) ; but he liked a dash of Florida water in his bath, and spent rather more than an hour in grooming himself for the day. He listened to reports about the condition of things within the immediate precinct of the ranch-house from his cow- boy cook at breakfast, and gave him his orders then ; but he required a dainty table from him, and did not spare the daily energy necessary to secure a luxury so foreign to every condition of the life he was leading. He dressed like his men because they would not have tolerated any- thing else, and because it was part of his pose of good fellow to make himself one of them ; but it was one of the marvels of the Valley that he should be allowed to go so neat without losing acceptance with his cow-punchers. It was certainly not because he was obviously a man who BENEFITS FORGOT. 225 must be neat and dainty to live, that this unworthy nice- ness was pardoned in him, though the most casual glance must have shown any one that, — but through the respect he commanded among his men on other accounts. For a range of fifty miles about the ranch it was understood that Jasper Deed was not the man one would choose to monkey with. The loose hang of his dressing-gown about his stal- wart figure, as he sat at breakfast, concealed the physical sufficiency which was one of the sources of this feeling ; as he rose and stretched himself and went to the window to bow to Snell, with his hands thrust deep into the low pockets of the robe, it might have been guessed, perhaps. He had, in fact, no such strength as Philip's ; but his closely knit frame gave him the credit to the eye of every ounce of force in him, while Philip's sturdy figure, carried without Jasper's distinction, had only the effect of its rude power. Jasper was one of the perfectly molded physical products which Nature turns out in her most careful and workmanlike — perhaps not her most inspired — moods. He was built like a firmly rooted, straight, strong young tree ; and his grace, his refinement, his physical adequacy were like that ; they took the beholder with their absolute adaptability to their function, with the propriety of their place in Nature. It was this effect in him which made it seem natural that he should keep himself trim ; it was by way of being a tribute of respect to so right a figure in the pageant of things. His face had the symmetry that goes with such per- fect forms. It was not very unlike certain other correct and manly faces, of course. That is the penalty one pays for having the standard face — that in degree as other faces 226 BENEFITS FORGOT. approach the standard they must be like one's own ; but even this fault was mitigated, when he spoke, by a hard line of determination which formed itself on each side of his mouth, and by the glance of resolve shining from his eyes. The little frown habitually lowering his strongly marked eyebrows, and a habit of twisting the end of his heavy golden mustache, when he spoke, as if quelling things stronger than it would be useful to say, contributed to his effect of force. Jasper turned from the window, through which Snell was visible, and threw two or three sticks of wood on the andirons. The ranch-house, which was a Queen Anne cottage built by an Eastern architect under the super- vision *of Deed, but much influenced in its construction by Jasper's wishes, was set directly under the range of moun- tains that one saw from Maverick, and the rear windows looked out upon the pine-clad lower slopes of Mount Blanco. " Ah, Mr. Snell," he said, as he turned to greet him, " you're an early bird this morning. Take a seat. Noth- ing like an early morning ride to put life into a man, is there ? " " No — no," assented Mr. Snell, absently, as he took the seat, laid his hat carefully on the floor, and fumbled in his breast-pocket for a paper. " Well, I'm glad to see you letting up a bit on the daily grind. We all work too hard out here. A little too hasty about chasing up the almighty cart-wheel ; yes, a trifle too hurried. But it rolls, doesn't it, if you don't scramble after it with the rest ? " Jasper put his hand to the back of his head and smoothed his carefully brushed hair. " It rolls. That's my experience. BENEFITS FORGOT. 227 " ' It is not wealth, nor rank, nor state, But git up and git that makes men great.' Our Colorado maxim says it for us, and it's about so, I suppose. Eh, Mr. Snell ? " Jasper gathered his dressing- gown about him, and seated himself luxuriously in his fa- vourite chair before the fire, watching Snell warily from beneath his drooping lids, with every trading instinct in him alert under this rambling fire of amiability and world- ly wisdom. Snell was there to get an advantage over him in some shape ; he knew that as well as if he had carried a placard about his neck to advertise him of the fact. He gathered himself together with the secure consciousness that he knew whose the advantage would be when he bowed Snell out of his door. " Well, it ain't quite a holiday that Mr. Snell's taking this morning," admitted Mr. Snell, smacking his dry lips, as preliminary to business, and observing Jasper, whose eyes were on his watch-chain, with a curious look — a look instantly broadened to a smile at some subtle joke which, at the lifting of Jasper's head, he apparently saw in this. " I guess Mr. Snell hasn't taken a vacation from chasing up his own little mighty dollar yet, — not a very long one, anyhow, — and he don't seem extra likely to, while the present scarcity rules." " Are they scarce, Mr. Snell ? " asked Jasper. " Well, don't you find 'em so ? " Jasper hesitated a moment. " Why, to tell the truth, no, I don't. It takes all my time and some lively rustling to keep them plenty, of course. But I don't mind telling you, Mr. Snell, that I have a pretty good thing here — or my father and I have. With two or three open winters, like the last two we've had, we sha'n't be poor men. The 228 BENEFITS FORGOT. increase is enormous, you know, if you don't lose all your cattle in the winter storms, and prices have been fairly good lately. I don't believe in the policy of running down your business, and playing poor all the time. I'm not poor myself, and I don't know that I care who knows it." " Why, that's good ! That's good ! " nodded Snell, and he let the gloating smile that had been working about the corners of his mouth go now, in sheer incapacity to contain his triumph longer. He longed to play his vic- tim further, but he had to say it. " That's the kind of news that warms the cockles of an owner's heart, ain't it ? Mr. Snell don't mind owning up, if you press him, that it warms his. He's been buying some cattle himself lately." " Indeed, Mr. Snell ! " said Jasper politely. "Whose?" "Yours," returned Snell. He locked his withered hands within each other, and leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, and fixing his eyes on Jasper. Jasper straightened out of his lounging attitude in- voluntarily. His face paled. He found his smile and cigarette instantly, and rose to pick out an allumette on the mantel, with a low laugh of self- contempt, which Snell took for derision of his statement. " You don't believe it," said Snell to his back, with a gurgling note of contentment in his voice. " Well, I don't know as I expected you to," he drawled. " Mr. Snell said to himself, when he started out to pay this little morning call, that some of his remarks might re- quire substantiation — not necessarily for publication, but as a guarantee of good faith, as the ' Lone Creek Eustler ' says in its ' Notices to Correspondents.' Well, Mr. Deed, BENEFITS FORGOT. 229 I dare say I can substantiate. Might cast your eye over that," he said, coiling his tongue into his cheek to keep himself in subjection; "and that," he added, laying a second paper on the mantel, and still contriving to sub- due an importunate smile. Jasper stooped to the fire on the hearth and kindled his allumette deliberately before rejoining. He was flushed as he rose — perhaps with stooping — but he turned and faced Snell without haste or heat. " Who's your employer in this game, Snell ? " He rounded his lips and shaped a ring with the smoke, watching it climb to the ceiling with affectionate solici- tude. " Who are you acting for ? who's your principal ? which of my well-wishers put you up to this scheme ? " he repeated, as Snell did not answer. He looked down into Snell's bemused face, as he thrust his hands into the pockets of his dressing-gown, and puffed at his cigarette. " I swear, Snell, I gave you credit for more penetration than to waste your time for any one on a scheme that takes me for an unfledged tenderfoot. Do you think I'm here for my health ? " Snell had recovered himself, and said, with patient good humor : " No, Mr. Deed ; I never thought that ; your worst enemy wouldn't accuse you of that. There's good reading in them papers," he added, with the effect of an afterthought. " Entertain yourself with it, then," said Jasper, taking them from where they lay on the mantel, and tossing them to him. Snell caught them dexterously, without relaxing the smile which he no longer took pains to conceal, and which spread beamingly now to all his features. " I'm not in want of reading-matter here," 230 BENEFITS FORGOT. continued Jasper ; " and if you've nothing more to say, Mr. Snell— " " Oh, I've got plenty more to say, if that's all," re- sponded Snell, imperturbably ; " and you'd like this read- ing. Hm-hm — ' This indenture — hm — this day — hm — party of the first part, and Abraham Snell, party of the second part, witnesseth : ' — would you like to know what it witnesseth ? " he inquired, opening wide the document he had been pretending to take stealthy peeps at while he read. He looked up at Jasper cunningly. Jasper scowled back darkly at him. " Oh, drop that leer, Snell ! What are you driving at ? " " Why, I've got a deed here of the ' Triangle Outfit ' — whole concern, you know," he said, looking up into Jas- per's paling face blandly; "house, land, fences, water privileges, run of the range, and one of the largest and finest bunches of cattle in the State; increasing enor- mously, I believe you said." " A deed of my range — of my cattle ! " repeated Jas- per. " Well," drawled Snell, with his habitual deprecating pull at his puckered lips, " not too all-firedly, teetotally yours. Some of it your father's, ain't it? — say about two thirds. / guess it's a good deed. Ought to be — deed from a Deed, you know." He leered up into Jas- per's miserable face, with a smile of enjoyment. " From my father ! Stuff ! " " Do you know his writing? " Snell began to open out the paper. Jasper snatched it from him. At sight of the signature he burst out in a great imprecation. He turned livid, and Snell got hastily on his feet, fearing that he would fall. But he left the fireplace quickly, and BENEFITS FORGOT. 231 going over to the window read the whole document slowly through. " What devil's cunning did you use with my father to get him to sign this?" he asked, turning on Snell, as he finished. " Not any," responded Snell, cheerily. " I guess you used that for me, Mr. Deed, if all your father said was true. I'd have worked tooth and nail for a year to 'a' got that deed signed, just as it is there, I don't mind telling you, Mr. Deed, and been glad of the chance. But your father saved me the trouble. He came and offered me the bargain, he urged it on me, he crammed it down my throat; and after beating him down a trifle, just for self- respect, you know, I yielded politely. He was rather in a hurry, and I didn't want to bother him with a refusal — not at that price," he qualified, stroking his chin. " Ranges like this ain't going at $25,000 — well, not every day." He glanced at Jasper, and his eye dropped irresistibly in a wink. " 'Tain't no bad bargain," he went on, with a lapse into the cruder forms of his speech. " I don't mind owning up to that, now it's signed and sealed, and the outfit's mine." Snell did not miss the wince and the clench of the teeth with which Jasper received this. " But it wasn't the bargain I was after — not entirely." Jasper stared at him. " I suppose you've forgotten that little transaction of ours a year ago come next spring, Mr. Deed ? Yes ; I thought you would have. Well, you see I ain't. That's the difference. Oh, Mr. Snell's got a memory for kind deeds, ' Kind deeds can never, never die,' the old song says. We used to sing it in our Sunday- school back in the New Hampshire days. Don't know that sacred toon, perhaps ? But it's a good toon, all the same 232 BENEFITS FORGOT. — a good, old-fashioned truth-telling toon. They can't die — kind deeds ; and if they could, I wouldn't let 'em. But I ain't had no trouble keeping this one alive; it's got up with me every morning, and made my breakfast happy for me ; and it's gone to bed with me every night, and helped me to put in a good night's rest. I ain't forgot, Mr. J. Deed, if you have," he said, rising, and nodding his head bitterly toward Jasper ; " and I've paid out a tidy sum for this here little dokyment " — snatching it from Jasper's loose clasp, and shaking it in his bony claws — " just to get it to help say so for me. I hope the language is plain, Mr. Deed." Jasper kept his hands from Snell's collar with diffi- culty. " Quite, Mr. Snell," he said, with his usual cool- ness. " You've paid $25,000 for a piece of paper that is worth, at the outside, twenty-five cents. That makes the expense of registering your disapproval of some- thing I've done, or left undone — I really don't recall the particular villainy you allude to — twenty-four thou- sand nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars and seventy- five cents. It's not a bad bargain, as Mr. Snell's bar- gains go." " What ! " screamed Snell. " I say your deed, as you call it, isn't worth the paper it's written on." " Oh, it ain't, ain't it ? " sneered Snell, comfortably. " No. My father had no more right to make that sale than you would have had." Snelled laughed cheerfully. " Think you're the only man who ain't here as a sanitary measure, do you ? I took a lawyer's advice before I closed with that poor father of yours that ain't got no rights. Pm not here for my BENEFITS FORGOT. 233 health — not altogether. "When will you be ready to give me possession ? " " Never," returned Jasper, closing his lips. " Oh, come ! I'm willing to accommodate, but the date's too late. Make it a day or two earlier — say to- morrow." He flirted the deed carelessly about in his hand. " I'll tell you something I wonH postpone," said Jas- per, his fingers working by his side. " Yes ? " inquired Snell, with the irritating rising in- flection. "And that's putting you out of the house." Jasper began to roll up his sleeve. " Inhospitable, ain't you ? " said Snell, taking up his hat nonchalantly. " That ain't the way I'll treat you when I'm master here. Judge I'd better bring the sheriff with me when I come to take possession to-morrow," he said tentatively at the door. Jasper glared at him. Snell shut the door hastily. When he had gone, Jasper ran to his room, cast off his dressing-gown, and drew on his riding-boots. Vixen was ready for him when he came down-stairs, and he flung himself upon her. He dug his spurs into her. Snell was making his way back to Maverick by another road. XVI. Jaspee pushed Vixen across the five miles of level plain lying between the ranch and the mountains on the other side of the valley, with quirt and spur. It was an 234 BENEFITS FORGOT. incomparable morning, but nothing in his mood answered to it. The stirring, potent, heady morning air swam richly through his blood, awakening him to a hotter anger and a deeper resolve. He drank its strength as he rode on. It made him strong for what he had to do. He set his teeth, and spurred forward, hammering his horse's flanks. The noises of the day's work were only beginning in the ranch-houses he passed on the road. The spacious, deep- lunged, awful quiet that settles at night over the big hills and the stupendous prairie reaches of the West had not lifted, and the mountains, black and still in the motion- less pines at their feet, and white and still about their snowy heads, looked down on the silence gravely. Jasper was not thinking of mountains. His imagina- tion, active enough within its own range of themes, was busy with a man who, up in the hills before him, would be just rising. The hills were not near enough. He cried upon the horse with an oath, as if Vixen could re- duce the distance visibly at the leap she gave under a cut from his quirt. At the " Snow Find " shaft a workman was busy low- ering the bucket. Jasper tethered his horse at the cabin door and strode over to him. " Pull up that bucket, will you? I want to see my brother." Mike Dougherty stared at him, and went on lowering. " Pull it up, do you hear ? " said Jasper, laying his hand roughly on the man's shoulder. " Yis, I hear," returned the man. With his arm he followed the revolving crank stolidly. The rope unwound. " You'll mind, if you know what's good for yourself." " Yis, I'll moind me owners. I takes me orders from Misther Cutter and Misther Dade, d'vez moind ? " BENEFITS FORGOT. 235 " I am Mr. Deed — Mr. Deed's brother." Mike shot a look at him as he stooped to his work. He may have found warrant for the statement in the re- semblance Jasper bore to Philip. "An' how would I know that ? " he said, reversing the crank, and fetching up the bucket, hand over hand, with the same delibera- tion. Jasper cursed him silently. " There yez are. Yez'll find Mis'ther Dade in the big drift to yer right at the bottom." Jasper got into the bucket, and Dougherty lowered away. "The second to the right, d' yez moind ? " Jasper had thought out his meeting with Philip as he rode. He had decided, if he did not find him at his cabin, to go down into the mine without asking for him. He preferred not to give him the opportunity of refusing to see him. He dropped past a stretch of pale-green earth out of the light. After the mellow stratum of brown he was in the dark, and all colours were alike. The firmament shrank above his head to a narrowing circle, the size of a man's palm. When he looked over the sides of his swing- ing, sinking bucket, the darkness deepened thickly into the abyss. He told himself that he was a fool to so put himself in Philip's power. But he could not stop now, and at the moment a pinhead of yellow flame danced in the depths, and he shouted at it. The man behind it caught the bucket as it settled on the floor of the mine, lifting his candle to peer into the visitor's face. All the morning shift was in the mine, and both the superintendents. Any one who came now was a stranger, and, in a productive mine, a stranger is likely to be held an enemy until he proves himself a friend. 236 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Well ? " interrogated the figure in shadow behind the candle. " Is Mr. Deed here ? " asked Jasper, stepping out. " Yes ; but he don't allow no one in this here mine," returned Henry Wilson, formerly of Missouri. " He'll allow me. I'm his brother. I settled that at the top." As the man still scrutinized him, without of- fering to move, he said, " You don't think I lowered my- self down in the bucket, do you?" " /don't know what you did," growled the figure, which now showed a face, as the candle was lowered to the level of the head. " Well, I do, then. I satisfied the man on duty at the top before getting down. You can lay odds on that." " Yes," assented the man. The candle showed a smile in the recesses of his tawny beard. " I guess you wouldn't be let by Mike very slick without you halted and gave the countersign. Who did you say ? " " I sha'n't say it again. Come ! Get a move on ! " The man surveyed him again surlily, and, turning sud- denly away with his candle, left him in darkness. Jasper lighted a cigar, and sat down on the edge of the bucket. The man's stumping step died away in the lateral gallery into which he had turned. Two minutes passed without a sound. The air of the mine laid a clammy hand on him. He puffed vigorously at his cigar. The silence in the black space not lighted by the fitful glow of his cigar was like a thing in the dark- ness. Then he heard a quick step coming along the same gallery, a candle wavered into sight down the long passage into which he sat looking, and Philip stood above him. They gazed into each other's eyes. BENEFITS FORGOT. 237 u TouP 9 cried Philip? Jasper lifted his eyes lazily to the candle Philip held aloft, and smiled. " Yes," he said. He bit at the end of his cigar. " I want father's address." " I can't give it to you." " You mean you won't." " I said ' canHJ " returned Philip, thrusting the steel point of his candle-holder into a soft space in the wall, and advancing towards his brother with bent brows. " I don't know where my father is ; and let me tell you that you will do well to measure your words." He looked steadily into his eyes across the candle-glare. " This in- terview is not of my seeking." " Huh ! " uttered Jasper, meditatively. " Your man- ners have rather gone off since I met you last. The life of a mining camp seems to have been — relaxing." Philip bit his lip. " You should not be the first to say so," he said. Jasper laughed. "You haven't looked me up with your report of my mine," he said, with impudent percep- tion of Philip's meaning. " No, I understand ; it wasn't ready," he continued, lifting his hand deprecatingly at Philip's motion to reply. " I quite understand the delay : there was something else that wasn't ready. You weren't ready." A dangerous light kindled in Philip's eyes. "A man who has done a sneaking thing behind another man's back usually isn't ready, I've noticed, to face the man he's injured." Philip's hands twitched at his side. " Ingrate ! " he cried. " Keep those words to ticket yourself with ! " Jasper looked at him quietly from between his half- closed lids. " I'm talking of you" he said. " Bluff is a 238 BENEFITS FORGOT. good dog — for tricks ; but I'm dealing with facts ; and I say that to rig a game on me with father in my absence was a dirty act. You can turn it back or front, or upside down," he went on with mounting anger, " but you can't get around that. It was a dirty act, and calling me names won't whitewash it." He came close to Philip, casting the words in his teeth. The creak of an ore-car on a distant track cut upon the silence that fell for the instant while Philip searched for words. The preposterous reversal of their positions dizzied him. For a second everything went round in a whirl, in the midst of which Jasper's adroit shifting of the question between them seemed to take on a demoniac physical body, and to go capering through the candle- flame, gibing at him. The right which he felt at the cen- tre of Jasper's accusation quelled him, and beat back one after another the answering words thronging to his lips. He clenched his fist and dropped it at his side. Every- thing in him called upon him to choke back the falsehood in his throat as it touched him ; but as his words touched his father, he owned sickly to himself their truth. The thought dashed him, and Jasper took the word before he could choose between one of the half-hearted answers that lay upon his tongue. " You thought I wouldn't see through this thing, — you and father, — did you ? You must have taken me for a bat. Why, you'd see through it yourself — yes, even you, my helpless, pottering brother, who don't know as much of business in a year as I could guess before breakfast any morning. Yes ; you who never turned an honest dollar in all your life, and who have managed to lose a pretty num- ber, even you would see through it. The thing's childish, BENEFITS FORGOT. 239 I tell you — hiring Snell to make a show of buying the range, and fixing things to take it over on your own ac- count and father's as soon as you've quieted me. There were just two leaks in that chivalric scheme, let me tell you : first, the idea that I wouldn't see the point of all this roundabout trick for doing me out of my range ; and sec- ond, that I would be quieted. I do see the point, and I won't be quieted. There's going to be a row about this thing before we're done with it, let me tell you. I should n't wonder if you heard the echo of it as far as the ' Snow Find,' " he sneered. " I'm just the sort of man to sit down and whistle at my fate, I am ! Huh ! " he grunted, for lack of all other expressions of his scorn, and turned away. " Do you find yourself safe in ahvays judging other men by yourself ? " asked Philip after a pause. Jasper stumbled, and Philip caught up his halting words. " You think you know me. You say I'm this and that. Answer me ! Am I the man to meet your low- downness with something lower ? Have I ever played the blackguard towards you ? You need an accusation, and it ought to be a first-class one, since it has to shelter you, and stand for answer to an act you know of. But it should be plausible, and you might begin by believing it yourself. Good God ! Do I look like a fellow who could stoop to your notions of what a man may let himself do ? Was I ever a sneak ? " Jasper clenched his hands. " Yes," he cried hoarsely — " yes. When were you ever anything else ? Your life has been one long slinking out of every sort of duty, re- sponsibility, and hard work. Your father has fed you since you were a man ; he has kept you in amusement, 16 240 BENEFITS FORGOT. and helped you in every fool scheme for dodging dis- agreeable things that your ingenuity could invent. You've gone on horseback from the first, young man. Do you think I haven't seen it? Do you suppose I haven't watched you while I was putting my back into my own work, and sweating to pull up this ranch you talk about ? " Philip had not mentioned it. " Sneak, do you say ? Why, if you were mousing about for a type of all the sneakingest things a man can do, you wouldn't have to go far. Fancy your demand that I should give up a share in this range to you, after what I've done for it ? You always had an eye for a soft snap ; but I swear you never had the courage before to put in a claim for such a soft snap as that." " Oh," cried Philip, " you should add that ! Don't leave your hellish ingratitude half baked ! Don't let me go free of your crime ! It is I who have dealt my father this coward's blow, then ? It's my act that's tortured and maddened him ? It's I who've sent him to fling away his fortune distractedly, so that he might stab me back with the loss of my share in it ? It's like you to be the inno- cent one, isn't it, and mighty like me to be in the wrong ? Was I ever anything else ? And it's I, too, — it must be, for if it's not, it's you, and that's impossible, — who begged his brother to stake out a claim for him in the mountains, and then got him without much bother (for you were always an easy-going fool about taking trouble for others, weren't you, Jasper?) to work the claim for him, along- side his own. Ah, yes," he cried, with a derisive shout that went echoing under the hewn roof above his head, and ran stormily among the galleries, " it would be I, would it not, who took such a service from my brother, BENEFITS FORGOT. 241 who left him to slave for a year for me in an ungodly hole among the hills, and paid him at the end with a coward's trick of fence that has its name among gentle- men ? Yes ; it would be I ! And it's you who have the burnt end of the stick in all this ; it's you who are basely wounded, and heaped with injury ; and it's you who come out of this thing with white hands ! It's a fine saying, — a monstrous fine saying — brother ! " Jasper slashed away with his cow-puncher's knife at a strip of iron pyrites in the rock at his side as Philip went on. At the last word he twisted the knife vio- lently, and brought away the glistening little stratum at which he had been quarrying. It dropped to the floor of the mine with a tiny note that was like a crash in the silence which fell as Philip ceased. Jasper paled to the eyes. " Words ! " he said, in his throat. " Words ! Better stick to them. Keep away from facts ! They hurt. Where is my father ? " " I have told you that I do not know," returned Philip in the tone of enforced patience which one uses towards a guest who has out-stayed his welcome. He folded his arms. " And I think I've said I don't believe you," answered Jasper. " If you hope to force me to a quarrel with you, by keeping me from the bigger game, let me tell you that you are badly off your base. I've got a juicy bone to pick with you later; you've given me matter enough this morning for all the quarrel you'll ever have any real need for, I fancy. But I choose my time for quarrels. This isn't my time for a quarrel with you. I'm not gunning for assistant sneaks to-day. I'm looking for the brains of 242 BENEFITS FORGOT. this deviltry. Tell me where my father is, and when I've made him disgorge, I'll be ready to give you all the at- tention you can want." Philip fixed his eyes steadily on him above the candle. It began to gutter, and flared between the brothers. " D you ! " he said deliberately, between his teeth. " Keep your foul tongue from your father, or I'll teach you courtesy ! " " T-s-s-s ! " uttered Jasper. " An interesting person to teach courtesy ! Tell me," he cried, taking a stride forward, and in the baleful light that suddenly entered his eyes Philip guessed, as by a fatal inspiration, what he must say — " tell me," he repeated, " what did you say of me to Miss Maurice when I left you alone with her not many days ago ? What pleasant tales about me did you entertain her with ? Ah, my knightly brother ! You were asking if you were ever a sneak since I've known you. To abuse me to a woman in my absence with the mean hope of undermining my favour with her, and slinking into my place ! There's chivalry for you ! The chivalry of a confidence-man ; the courtesy of a back alley ! " With a single movement Philip whipped past the candle, and took him by the throat. " You hound ! " he cried. " Breathe Miss Maurice's name again, and I'll — You never had a decent thought. You are as incapable of understanding the movements of a gentleman's mind as if you had sprung from the gutter. Who taught you such thoughts ? Not your father, you — ! " " Take off your hands ! Take your hands off, I say ! " shouted Jasper. BENEFITS FORGOT. 243 " Must I be a cad because we are sons of one father — more shame ? Must I use my position to slander you to a woman because you would have done as much in my place? How should you guess that your father could wipe out your share in that cursed ranch in the pure generosity of his anger? It needs a man to understand certain things ! " Philip's voice was a sob. " You think it like him to turn a penny from his revenge, do you ? You can't understand his unreckoning love turned to unreckoning hate. You can't understand his ruining himself to even things with you, eh? Cur! Do you suppose he knows how to do a thing you could under- stand?" Jasper cast himself free, and fell upon his brother in blind rage. They clenched in silence, and swayed in each other's arms. " Curse you ! " muttered Jasper, as Philip forced him to his knees. He caught fiercely at him, and, rising sud- denly, by sheer strength, ground Philip back inch by inch, and, with an adroit twist, had all but thrown him. But Philip, winning a fresh grip, cast him back against the wall, where the candle leaped in a dying flame. Jas- per's head struck upon a point of rock. He fell heavily to the floor. They had gone crashing into the candle to- gether. It lay upon the floor, extinguished. In the darkness Philip stooped in horror, and thrust his hand under his brother's clothing, feeling for the beating of his heart. 244 BENEFITS FORGOT. XVII. The minutes lengthened as lie crouched there in the stillness, dazed and shuddering. In the silence he heard the dull, regular stroke of a sledge upon a drill in the recesses of the mine. His eyes seemed bursting in the darkness as he strained them upon the still figure beneath his hands. The blackness began to pale. The daylight, streaming through the shaft, reasserted itself vaguely, and, with his eyes, Philip devoured the motionless form. Its outlines slowly discovered themselves in the sick un- certainty of the yellowing light. Steps drew near in one of the lateral galleries, and the gleam of a candle suddenly floated over the white face. Cutter laid a hand upon Philip's shoulder, and he looked up, turning a drawn visage on him. Cutter raised his candle, peering upon the prostrate figure ; and as Philip gave way to him, bent above it, and, after a moment's study, gave Philip his candle to hold, and put his ear to Jasper's heart. " Pshaw ! He's all right ! " cried Cutter in a cheerful tone, which shook Philip out of his labouring nightmare. " Come, let's have him in the bucket." Philip stooped without a word, and they carried him to the bucket, and, stepping in, gave the signal. As they rose, with their freight between them, Cutter caught out his handkerchief at sight of the wound on the head, from which the blood still flowed, and bound it up. They laid him on the grass in the wide sunshine at the top. Philip fetched water, and they dashed it in his face. BENEFITS FORGOT. 245 They loosened his collar, and plied him with brandy. He stirred. Philip, who had been bending over him, sprang np. " Here, take this," he mnttered hurriedly, pressing the flask into Cutter's hands. Mike came up with a telegram which had come from Gasher's, the small railway station a mile from the " Snow Find." Philip tore it open, and with a glance at it handed it over to Cutter. PiftoN, December 22d. The Ryan outfit have made a strike in the " Little Cipher." Assays $1,200 to the ton. You are a rich man. Come at once to protect your interests. Haffertcw. "By Jove!" shouted Cutter as he read. "Didn't I tell you ? " He rose in excitement. Jasper moaned un- easily. " No," said Philip. " Well, I told you the other thing. It's all the same." " You told me that the ' Pay Ore ' was a great mine and that the 'Little Cipher' was no good," returned Philip. His voice had a hollow sound. Cutter looked at him. " Well ? " explained he, im- patiently. And after a pause, " See here, will you take my advice ? " he asked, laying a compelling hand on Phil- ip's listless arm. "I don't know," returned Philip, out of the mazy seizure into which the despatch seemed to have plunged him. " You don't want to see this fellow when he comes to ? and you ought to be at Pinon by the first train that will take you there. Take his horse over by the cabin, and catch the 11:12. It's only twenty-five minutes past ten 24:6 BENEFITS FORGOT. now, and you can make it on that horse of his with hard riding. I'll send Mike after you to fetch back the horse, so that it will be at the ranch when we get there." " When you get there ? " repeated Philip. "Yes, yes. Don't make objections, but start. The Eyans will have time to play the deuce with you if you don't start at once. I'll get Wilson to help me make up a bed for him in the Studebaker waggon, and I'll drive him over to the Triangle myself. I'll see him through. Don't bother ! And get on that horse ! " " Cutter," said Philip, in a tone of conviction, " you are a brick ! " He gave him his hand in a silent pressure, strode over to Vixen, flung himself on her back, and, with a wave of his hand to Cutter, disappeared below the brow of the hill on which the " Snow Find " buildings stood. Jasper opened his eyes. Philip saw the meeting hills within which Maverick lay part before the climbing progress of his train, and then close in behind it again, as they issued from the val- ley. The train writhed upon itself, crossing and recross- ing its track, snatching an advantage where it could, and winning its way from height to height by. breathless climbs, by level tugs in which the engine seemed to fill its lungs, by stealthy curves, by assaults. They stood at last where a mountain-side dropped sheer away below the rails, and, looking out from the dizzily clambering train, Philip saw beneath a white world, out of which the mel- ancholy firs lifted their wailing arms in scattered compa- nies. Ouray impended spectrally above the opposite win- dow for a moment, and then the train was at rest upon BENEFITS FORGOT. 247 the summit, within the black hole which snow closes at all seasons. The scene was the same to Philip's heated sight within the tunnel and without : the monstrous bulks of the interfolded hills, the vision of a white, tumultuous wilderness, desolately broken by rocks and pines, ran upon his distracted sense like frost tracery, dissolving unintel- ligibly as it shaped itself. He was facing a new fact, with a thousand conse- quences, and watched the marching panorama as one watches a play in an unfamiliar tongue. He had known his fact only an hour, but a year's pain had gone into it, and a year's idle wrestling. The mine in which the Ryan outfit had struck a for- tune was Jasper's. As the train pulled out of the tunnel, and slipped down the first stretch of the descent on the other side of the mountains, Philip dreamed in rage of the day in which Jasper should take over with a silent smile the fortune he had won for him. It was the twist too much in this dev- ilish business, he cried to himself, in speechless bitterness, as he stared from the window again. The train swept into a snow-shed or burst out of one momently, and he took the white and glistening sweep of the wilderness upon his unseeing eyes in abrupt flashes. In the snow-sheds, where the other passengers could not see, he beat the arm of his seat in wrath. He could bear that Jasper should give him no thanks for the year he had divided between the two mines ; he could bear that he should cheat him of his inheritance ; and in the helpless tangle of fate in which that act had involved his father and himself, and even Margaret, he could bear to owe to Jasper the loss of his father's trust. 248 BENEFITS FORGOT. He could suffer this and not attempt reprisal, lie could even feel how deeply, fatally wrong all reprisal must be ; but he could not heap a fortune on the man from whom he had borne all this. He frowned on McCormick, as he threw his leg over the pony he hired from him at Bayles's Park for the ride over the Pass. " Been gittin' bad news ? " asked the hotel proprietor. He had got the best of him in the bargain for the pony, and could afford to be sympathetic. " Heard of the strike up at Pinon ? " asked Philip, with an idle willingness to amuse his misery by what the man should say. " Don't mean the ' Little Cipher ' ? You ain't got nahthin' to do'th that, have you ? " "I leased it to the Eyan outfit a couple of months ago." " Why, shake ! " cried the hotel man, with honest pleasure. " You don't tell me ! They tell me it's a Jose- phus dandy. Moshier come down the other day on his way to Leadville, — you know Moshier, — and he said it was the biggest strike they've made at Pinon : the hull town's wild about it." Philip conquered the envious pang for which he began to despise himself. " How long ago did Moshier say they made the strike ? " he asked, to stifle his thoughts. "'Bout a week. Have you jist heard about it?" asked the man, interestedly. " Yes ; they weren't in a hurry to let me know." " No ; nachully," mused his interlocutor. " Did they tell you what it assayed? /heard $1,500." Philip found a smile. " The assayists get a little rat- BENEFITS FORGOT. 249 tied when somebody really strikes something, I've noticed. Trying to find pay ore in iron pyrites three hundred and sixty-four days in the year dulls a man." " Well, you take it easy," said McOormick, admiringly. He had spent a good part of his life on an Illinois farm, where things do not happen so often as they do in Colo- rado. " If any one was to have asked me before you spoke up about the ' Little Cipher ' bein' yours " — Philip winced — " I should have said you had been losin' a near relation 'stid of strikin' it rich in a mine — somethin' a little near- er'n an uncle, and a little further than a father — 'bout a brother, say." McCormick laughed for enjoyment of his humour, but he changed the subject at Philip's scowl. " Say, what become of the pretty young lady and her father that you come through with a while ago, after the big storm ? " And at Philip's answer, " That's good," he said : " Glad to hear it. She was lookin' shaky. I was a little mite afraid she wouldn't pull through. It was a close call you had up round the Fifth Cascade, there. We ain't had such a storm since. Well, better luck this time ! We can't afford to lose you, you know. Come in and have something before you start," he urged, in the over- flow of his hospitality. Philip said it was too cold to get off his horse again, and offered him a nip from his flask, if he must pledge him. They drank together, McCormick praising the qual- ity of Philip's whiskey. " One more ? Well, I don't mind. Here's to the success of the ' Little Cipher ' and its owner." " No," said Philip. He laid a hand on McCormick's uplifted arm. " There are better toasts than that, McCor- mick. Drink to the poor devils who haven't struck it rich." 250 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Oh, all right," returned McCormick, surprised. " To the poor devils who haven't struck it rich, then. That takes in me," he added, as he smacked his lips. Philip rode away and over the Pass with set teeth. Jasper would be even richer than he had fancied — brutally rich. It was the chance of mining : Jasper had won, and he had lost, and it was the kind of chance for which he could see himself being almost glad, under cer- tain conditions ; he could not imagine himself grudging a brother a fortune, if that were all. Very likely Jasper could do more with a fortune than he could ; he had never learned how to use money, or even how to keep it ; and at least there would be something to say for the wis- dom of the fate which should pick out Jasper rather than him for her money favours. But after all that had passed, to choose him as the instrument of her bounty was an odious freak. Contrived in this way, he did grudge the fortune to his brother, and grudged it to him savagely. He felt like howling in his rage to the canon walls, as he thought that it was for this he had spent that cursed year at Pifion. He thought of their fight in the mine. He thought of what he had said to Jasper, and now took none of it back, as he had begun to take it back when he stooped over him in the awful fear of what he had done. There was no snow in front of the cave near the Fifth Cascade when he reached it, though a heavy fall lay upon the hills towards which his face was set. The thought of Dorothy and of the days they had spent in the cave — days in which the friendly meeting of a common danger and the natural, candid, almost happy conditions of their situation had drawn them together— taught him a new BENEFITS FORGOT. 251 pang. His heart laboured thickly with the sudden pain of the thought that she was lost to him. If he could still hope to restore himself to his place in her thought, — when he recalled how he had lost it through a sentiment of delicacy about Jasper, he loathed himself, — what sort of man was he now to propose marriage to any woman ? He said to himself, with a smile of irony, that he was in just the condition to tempt to marriage a woman whom he had given reason to distrust and dislike him ; and especially he was in a state which commends itself, every- where, to the careful fathers of lovely girls, and would be certain to commend itself to her money-loving father. Not to put too fine a point upon it, he was a beggar, and a beggar, now, without hope. He saw, now, how he had built upon the expectation that the Ryan outfit would strike it rich in the " Pay Ore " ; he went back and told himself that he should never have gone on seeing so much of Miss Maurice if he had not made sure of this in his own musings upon his future. His visible resources during the time when he was seeing Dorothy every day, and for a good part of every day, were contained in a leather trunk, the worse for mountain travel on pack- animals. But he had been rich in confidence. He smiled wearily as he remembered that he was always rich in that ; if at any moment of his life he could have realized the wealth that he saw in " futures," he would seldom have needed to wonder where he could borrow money to lend good fellows, or to buy a useless third pony. It was an instinct with Philip to want the third pony, and an irre- sistible instinct to buy it when he lacked money for a new hat. In moments like those he was enduring as he rode forward over the Pass towards Pinon he recognized 252 BENEFITS FORGOT. these instincts for follies at least as cordially as his wisest friend could have wished. He even said to himself that it was cold-blooded to have borrowed that last money from Vertner for the purchase of Dan ; but he excused himself by recalling that he had expected the " Pay Ore " to do something for him then. And so had Vertner. Surely it wasn't to the " Little Cipher " that he had trusted in making the loan ! The thought was too bitter. He turned from it to wonder sarcastically if Jasper's luck would hold in the search he knew he would be making for his father as soon as he was able to be about again. It would be like the way things had been going since his father had struck back at Jasper, if he should find him, and revenge him- self as Jasper would know how to revenge himself. Ah, that was the mistake ! It was useless to regret it now T ; the thing was done. But what, of all that had happened since, was not the fruit of it ? It would have been a wise or a very hardy man who had ventured to foretell what shape the sure train of evil must take, when his father answered Jasper's blow with another ; but a child could have foreseen the inevitableness of the pursuing chastise- ment — of all this horrid, fertile coil of wrong begotten of wrong. Subtle, ingenious, pitiless — by what sureness of indirection, by what deadly certainty of straightforward vengeance, was the law which his father had outraged taking its satisfaction! Was it only nightmare? Did it not truly seem that the wrong which his father had dared try cure with wrong must go on helplessly begetting other wrong, after its kind, and in its own image ? Philip felt as if he were getting his Bible mixed ; but Nature seemed to have her own idea of the eye-for-an-eye doc- BENEFITS FORGOT. 253 trine — that was what he was thinking. She didn't spare. His thought rieochetted, in the aimless manner of thoughts, towards the ever-recurring theme of his debts. With his horse's head turned towards Pinon they became a subject of immediate, of even pressing, importance. What was he to say to those fellows ? He had staved off men to whom he owed money before ; but he had never made so many promises about any other set of debts, nor broken so many. The letters he had received lately from Pinon had made him writhe ; for it is a curious truth that reminders of debts contracted in carelessness about the means of meeting them are often felt to be more in- sulting than reminders of the same nature conveyed to conscious innocence, whose check-book is in its pocket. Philip hated the men to whom he owed money. They represented the difficulty of life. Worse — they stood for his weakness : they were his weakness in material form. From this point of view their mere existence was insulting. He chose to hold in his pony after passing Laughing Valley City. There was snow at this height, and he did not wish to press the animal. Besides, a plan of getting into Pinon after dark, and up to his old cabjn on Mineral Hill — a plan of investigating the find at the "Little Cipher," leaving Hafllerton in charge, if he was still there, and getting away again before the shopkeepers in the town below should have the opportunity of representing disagreeable facts to him — had been forming itself in his mind. In the event, Hafferton hailed him from the sidewalk as he rode into the town, and Philip had to alight and walk along with him, while he heard Hafferton's story. 254 BENEFITS FORGOT. It was an interesting story ; and they were at HafTerton's cabin, and Philip had consented to stay the night with him, and allowed his horse to be stabled in the burro-shed behind the hut, before he knew. A party of four were playing cards in the cabin which Hafferton had shared with the editor of his old paper since he had returned to Pinon (his leased mine at Leadville had ceased to pay lately), and in the doubtful light cast by two candles set in two whiskey-bottles, Philip saw at once that one of the party was Charlie White — red-haired Charlie White, the newsdealer, whose bill he knew by heart. " How are you, Mordaunt ? " he said, giving a listless hand to the editor, who rose with his cards, and wrung his hand. " Lucky dog ! " said Mordaunt, in a hearty half- whis- per, which Philip felt was intended for congratulation. He half withdrew the hand which Mordaunt was crush- ing, and then let it lie. They all rose from the table and crowded about him, eager to snatch his hand. " Oh, come," cried Philip, as his bones crunched upon each other in the grasp of a hairy paw, " I can't interrupt the game." " Game be blowed ! " replied the owner of the paw, cheerily. " What's the latest from the ' Little Cipher ' ? That's a daisy strike of yours, Deed ! " They liked the coolness with which Philip took his good fortune. When they heard that he hadn't seen his mine yet, they formed themselves into a committee on the spot, to escort him to it in the morning. " Better hire the ' Silas E. Phinney ' brass-band," said Philip, sickly laying hold of the humorous view of the situation, and staying himself upon it, as the only perma- BENEFITS FORGOT. 255 nent object in this lurching welter, while he went on to chaff them. None of them knew. But of course. Had he not known that no one knew? Yes, yes; oh, no doubt. But he had not fancied them ignorant in this way. He had expected — Heaven knew what he had expected ! Or, yes — he remembered what he must have expected. He had understood vaguely that at Pinon they could not know the mine to be Jasper's — how should they ? They had never heard of Jasper. It was all in his own name : both mines had been known in Pinon as equally his — " Deed's mines." Philip Deed's mines. Yes ; he had said this to himself ; but never the other thing, that they must think the " Little Cipher " Ms. Was it too obvious, he wondered, now? Had he been crazed by Jasper's damnable good fortune? Well, w T hat matter? They thought the mine his. A black suggestion — the devil's — plucked at him as he stood among these fellows, giving back their congratu- lations with dazed looks and half-hearted raillery. It came upon him, suddenly, fatally, as if this too were a fresh thought. The thought was that Jasper knew no more than they. He knew that he owned a mine at Pinon. But which ? Philip turned pale, and tried to cry the truth at them. It would not utter itself. Then some one proposed a toast to the owner of the " Little Cipher," and when at last he lifted his voice to explain their mistake at any cost, it was drowned in the uproarious shout of congratu- lation. But Philip was determined, now. He waited until he could catch Charlie White away from the crowd, and, 17 256 BENEFITS FORGOT. drawing him into a corner, said, " That bill I owe you—" " Oh, that's all right, man ! You didn't think I was anyways worried about that, did you?" asked White, jovially. " Yes. You haven't left me at a loss to understand that you were worried." " Oh, my letters ! " cried Charlie, waving them off magnificently. " You surely haven't been taking them seriously ! What ? My little joking way ! Why, I thought you were too much of a joker yourself not to understand a bit of fun like that, Mr. Deed." " It isn't my idea of fun, Mr. White," retorted Philip, reckless of consequences with a man whom he might have to sue for indulgence the next minute. " I can't meet your bill in cash at the moment," he went on haughtily ; " but if you will allow me to return the set of Thackeray, and some of the other books in good bindings, — it's coming Christmas, and you'll have a sale for them, — I can make a small payment, on account, on the magazines and other things I owe you for." They spoke in an undertone ; but Philip felt that they were watched by the others, who went on drinking, leaving the new-made mining king to his royal whim. "Why, what the—?" began White; and Philip saw that he had humiliated himself for nothing. Then, as if taken with discretion, White went on : " Why, pshaw, man ! What's the use of talking ! Charlie White ain't the last man to understand how a fellow can be hard up with a leased mine when they've only just struck the dust. I don't want neither books nor payment. Not I ! Why, you must come down in the morning, after you've been BENEFITS FORGOT. 257 up to your mine, and see what you want in our line. We won't stand on the question of credit. Five years and no questions asked is my motto with Mr. Deed." If Philip could have drawn a check for $69.17 then and there, and handed it over to him, he would have answered this as he was aware that it ought to be answered. The consciousness that he had less than $15 in cash in the world, and less than $10 in his trousers pockets, taught him to parley with the situation, as it had often taught him to parley with situations less vital. A wandering recollection came to him of something he had been hoping to be able to send Dorothy for Christmas — some- thing which he could get at Charlie White's, on credit, as he faced, for a moment, the opposite prospect of a suit. White wouldn't want his books, nor the small sum on account, if he knew the truth : he didn't need to glance at the hard lines under the smile he was wearing at the moment to understand this quite clearly. What he would do would be to sue him, now that he was within reach again, and to bring down the whole howling pack of his creditors on him. It would be an infernal row, and he would be spattered with a lot of mud. Why not postpone the question until he could look into the mine quietly, and take himself out of Pinon ? Then they were welcome to bay at his heels, if they liked : it might amuse them, and wouldn't hurt him. But to bring it on himself while he was here — The horror of the temptation came over him again, and to shut out the vision of the man that it sought to make him, he plunged into, " Don't rely on the mine, White, if you know what's good for yourself." "Why not?" asked White, sharply. "You haven't assigned your interest in it, have you?" 258 BENEFITS FORGOT. Philip saw what was in his mind ; he was imagining that he might have assigned his interest to avoid his cred- itors. He might better risk the truth than that ; if that idea got abroad to-night he might as well drop everything in the morning, and give himself up to his creditors. But he knew that the moment when he was likely to risk the truth was past, and in despair he said : "No; I haven't assigned it." It occurred to him that he would have to send his gift to Dorothy anonymously. XVIII. I please myself by thinking of Dorothy just at this time as the centre of all the young sentiment gathered about her. In the East, where we know that things are not what they were, a young girl is no longer likely to be called upon to choose among three lovers, a privilege which ought probably to be the inalienable right of every nice girl on both sides of the continental divide. But the eager army of adventurous spirits who populate the West, crossing the Mississippi at an age to which a nice girl seems much the nicest thing there is, are apt to find her the rarest product of the country, and to hold her in pro- portionate esteem. That one man should alone be in the secret of her niceness would, under Western conditions, be a painful extravagance ; and though the instinct of the West is not for economy, it is never, in this regard, other than frugal. By a fortunate provision of Nature the petty contest between the members of a group of young BENEFITS FORGOT. 259 ranchmen or mining engineers, or the galliard lieutenants stationed at a frontier fort, cannot go on forever, else the nicest girl might finally lack niceness enough to go around. She usually mobilizes her straggling lines of amiability, and throws them upon a single knight, after a time, and if they hardily resolve to undertake the Western experi- ment together, she commonly finds, during the first year or two, that she needs all her niceness to keep the experi- ment going. Sometimes she returns to the East, and marries, in the end, some humdrum New-Yorker or Bos- tonian. In cases like this she leaves a reproachful sen- timent of regard behind her, which half a dozen agree- able young fellows may share without enmity until the next young girl comes from the East to divide their good will. And she often takes with her a romantic regret. She sees how the West — or at least these young Westerners — need her, or some one not too unlike her ; she pities their unfriended, unfeminized lot ; she thinks how, if she were braver, she should have courage to share it with them ; and after her humdrum marriage she has moments of despising the weak-heartedness which withheld her from sharing it with them. Fifth Avenue is a long way from the Rocky Mountains : through the mist of distance in miles and in years she finds it easy to imagine herself suffering the West for love of one Jack or Harry, — if she had only loved him enough, — and she keeps a perfumed corner of her memory for the real romance that clings about the whole great, rude, unspoiled country beyond the Mississippi — the romance which seized her young girl's fancy, even more than the battalion of young men, and which makes the unceasing and inexhaustible interest of the West. 200 BENEFITS FORGOT. Dorothy's heart and her conscience were sadly oc- cupied, as, with Jack by her side, she went her parish- visiting way some days following the encounter of the brothers at the " Snow Find." She had heard nothing of this as yet. Her trouble was an ill-starred instance of the imperfection of the frank and abundant Western love- making. Dick, whom she liked so much, Dick, who had been so generous and tireless a friend to her, in ways unknown to any friendliness but the very kindest, Dick, who had come to her rescue in one of the most difficult hours of her life, and had ever since been beyond all say- ing good to her and to her father — Dick wanted to marry her ! The fact, when it was fully explained to her, almost caused her to revolt against the whole institution of mar- riage. Why should Dick want to marry her ? Why could he not remain her dear, her very excellent, her never-to- be-enough praised or liked, friend ? Why must the tire- some question of love perpetually rise to haunt the fine and cheering and noble friendship which might bind men to women, if men were different ? She could not help grieving for Dick — poor Dick — but she would not allow herself to be sorry for the pleasant days which had led to this. It had been very pleasant to her, his friendship ; and if it was at an end (at least on the old, kindly, unconscious ground), it was not her fault, but her great misfortune. She could not see, as girls often see remorsefully, in such cases, with no better rea- son, how she had been to blame. Was she to have im- agined, then, that Dick was in love with her ? She said to herself indignantly that no such discreditable and vexatious thought about Dick could ever have entered her head. But as the full meaning of Dick's passion for BENEFITS FORGOT. 261 her made its way into her consciousness, her heart bled for him, in perceiving how just this frame of mind, on her part, must lend poignancy to his regret. That she found him impossible and incredible as a lover was not a thing to console his lonely sorrow at Laughing Valley City. It was to Laughing Valley that he had returned the day before, with a gentle air of asking forgiveness for having spoiled their relation, which went to her heart. " Ah, well," she said to herself, as she caught sight of Vertner coming towards her down a side street. " He will find some good girl after a while who will see how splen- did he is, as I do, and will love him besides. The worst is, we never can be friends again ! " Vertner, as he joined her at the corner, asked if he might walk along with her, and then inquired where she was going. Dorothy said she was going on a round of duty-calls, but that she was glad to see him ; she wanted to ask him about his plan for enlisting her father in the publication of a church paper. She spoke anxiously, and Vertner had his unfailing cheerfulness ready for her. "Oh, that's all right," he said. "It's a wonderful field. It's curious some clever chap hasn't worked it before." He was distributing his happy, indomitable little smile, as they walked, to every one they met. Dorothy, who had come to know a great many people in Maverick herself, by this time, was surprised and amused by the extent of his bowing acquaintance. She said he seemed very neighbourly, and Vertner laughed. Oh, yes, he owned; a man had to know everybody. There was no telling what business he would be wanting to go into one of these beautiful Colorado days ; and perhaps from a willingness to avoid plumbing the depths of his church- 262 BENEFITS FORGOT. paper scheme with her, he called upon her to admire the unwearying and systematic goodness of the Colorado weather, and insisted upon the admission that there was no place in the world for a man to settle in like Mav- erick. " I used to think Leadville was about right," he said, with a smile, which admitted her into his professional insincerity, " but that was when I owned more corner lots in Leadville than I do now." " No ; but about the paper — " began Dorothy, again. And, as if it had slipped his mind, " Oh, yes ; about the paper ! " he exclaimed— and changed the subject. Dorothy had intended to make her first call on Miss Kiteva Snell ; but perceiving that Yertner hoped that she would be obliged to leave him before they had definitely arrived at the subject of the paper, she changed her course, determining to begin with Mrs. Felton, who lived much farther out, not far from the river road. " Why, you see it's this way," said Vertner, when he found that he must make a virtue of necessity. " There's no diocesan paper, and your father and I thought it would be a good thing to start one." Dorothy laughed boldly at Vertner's use of the word " diocesan " ; if she had not been much concerned about her father's share in the paper, she would have taken time to be amused by the idea of Vert- ner as the publisher of a church journal, a function which he presently explained that he was to assume, if her father decided to go into the enterprise, and would accept the post of editor. It appeared that this was to be a weekly — "a little weekly for a cent," Yertner called it ; it was really to be very small, but was to be sold at rather less than a cent, in quantities, to the various congregations of the diocese. BENEFITS FORGOT. 263 " We'll take in New Mexico and Wyoming after a while ; but we thought of beginning with Colorado," said Vert- ner, modestly. " In these missionary dioceses, you know," — Dorothy could not help admiring the glibness with which he used his second-hand knowledge procured, she felt sure, from her father, — " they haven't got around to the little diocesan papers that are so common in the East. But all dioceses need them. They are popular with the bishops because they afford a channel for direct communi- cation with all the people of their dioceses — appointments, pastoral letters, and all that, you know ; they are popular with the priests " (Dorothy wished not to be irreverent, but she was forced to smile at Vertner's confident use of her father's high-church word) " because we print a special edition for each church, with local announcements ; and the people like them because they get them for nothing." " For nothing ? " inquired Dorothy, not understanding how her father was to profit by such an arrangement. " Well, the same thing. They feel as if they got them for nothing. Of course each church will subscribe as a body, but the papers will be distributed every Sunday in the pews free. Every church will subscribe. We sha'n't stick them very much for the paper by the hundred." " But how do you expect to make your fortune, Mr. Vertner, by that plan — and. papa's ? I suppose you in- tend to make your fortune ? " she answered, with twink- ling eyes. Vertner smote his hands together with delight. He was wearing a pair of sealskin gloves, and the concussion made a resounding noise. " Yes, yes," he cried, gener- ously enjoying his foible with her. " Of course. What are we here for ? " 264: BENEFITS FORGOT. " For your health, Mr. Vertner ? " suggested Dorothy, roguishly, under her breath. Vertner smiled with her. " I'm afraid it wouldn't do to trust you with our scheme for making a go of this thing," he said, looking at her with admiration. " You might understand it." " Thanks." " It's a good scheme," he said fondly. " Do you think I could trust you ? " " To misunderstand it ? " " No ; not to go and give it away to the big adver- tisers." They laughed together at this, and Vertner said he thought he could rely on her friendliness to her father to keep her from indiscreet revelations, and ex- plained how they— he always implicated her father, Dorothy observed, with interest — were going to charge for advertising only in proportion to the circulation, and were going to charge only a cent a line per thousand of circulation, at that. " But that is worse and worse," cried Dorothy. " I don't see but you are sure to lose money. You are taking every precaution." " Urn ! " meditated Vertner, with a cheerful smile. " Strikes you that way, does it ? Well, it does 'most every one, to tell the truth. I've mentioned the idea to half a dozen men in Denver who do a good deal of advertising, and that's what they said. They asked me if I couldn't corner enough annual ruin in mines without monkeying with church newspapers, at a cent a line, and prove your circulation by monthly affidavits? I had to do a little fright at that, of course, as if that view of the case hadn't occurred to me. Your intuition, Miss Maurice," he said, BENEFITS FORGOT. 265 making her a flattering bow, " taken in connection with their business judgment, makes me feel happy about the scheme. So you think your father and I would drop our molasses-jug if we went into the ' Church Kalendar ' on that basis?" " No, Mr. Yertner," returned Dorothy, with an unper- turbed face, which Yertner resisted an inclination to ap- plaud ; " if you say there is a fortune in it, I shall get myself a new pair of gloves to-day. I'm sure you always know when you are going to make a fortune." " Ah, that makes two persons who believe in me ! " ex- claimed Yertner. " The other is a man in Denver who dropped to my scheme. He fell off a ten-story building on it. It was glorious. I chummed with him for an hour like a brother, and swore him to secrecy." " Oh, please chum with me like a sister, Mr. Yertner ! " " Shall I ? Well, the man said it was too pretty a scheme to give away. I believe you'll have the same feel- ing," he said, with a reverence which he failed in bur- lesquing. " You see—" He hesitated. "Well?" " Well, we don't make any guarantees about the circu- lation. It may be small or it may be — large." He paused for the eifect. " But — " began Dorothy, not finding herself more en- lightened. " Well, we make them take out a yearly contract in consideration of the lowness of the price." " But still I don't see," cried Dorothy. " Don't you ? How many subscribers do you think we shall have at the end of six months ? " 266 BENEFITS FORGOT. " I don't know," returned Dorothy, laughing. " Five thousand ? " " What ! Five cents a line ! Do you want to starve us ? The circulation at the end of the first half year will be a quarter of a million. How many churches do you suppose there are in Colorado, Wyoming, New Mexico, Arizona, Montana, Dakota, Washington, Oregon, Cali- fornia, and Nevada ? " He rolled off the portentous list with enjoyment. Dorothy again replied that she did not know. "Well, neither do I," owned Vertner; "but there must be a quarter of a million regular attendants at those churches at a low calculation. Now do you see ? " Dorothy laughed aloud. " And are you going to make every one of those people subscribe to the ' Church Kal- endar ' ? " she asked. " I'm going to give it to them," replied Vertner. And at Dorothy's look of bewilderment, " On a dona-fide sub- scription plan, of course. We'll arrange that with the rectors. But you see the point, perhaps ? " " With the advertisers ? " faltered Dorothy. Vertner nodded happily. " But will they— will they like it ? " asked Dorothy. " Well, I don't believe they will renew their contracts for the second year," admitted Vertner, sententiously. Dorothy did not instantly see her way through the sinuosities of this ingenious plan ; but she thought she was sure that there was a lurking wrong to somebody in- volved in it. She reserved this for her father, however. She meant to ask him all about it, and to beg him, what- ever the honesty, and whatever the promise of the enter- prise, not to share in it. She doubted all projects of making money, 'prima facie. She had not merely a worn- BENEFITS FORGOT. 267 an's conservatism about finance, she had the timidity of all who live on a stated income, and to this she added a rooted distrust of her father's financial capacity. It was the only distrust she allowed herself regarding him, and even this was affectionate : how should such a man be skilled in the ways of trade ? She formed a project of asking Jasper to advise him not to engage in the plan. She knew that her father re- spected Jasper's judgment, and perhaps he would suffer himself to be persuaded by him on the business side, when her own remonstrances would not avail. Jasper and her father had been even more intimate since the renewal of their acquaintance in Maverick than she remembered them in the eld days. Jasper had once come and sat out the evening with her father in his study, smoking a pipe, only looking in on her to say " Good-night." Possibly Jasper would go into it with him ; that would make it safe, for she was sure that any business project of which Jasper approved, and to which he gave his mind, must prosper. But she was in a moment not sure that she wished this. She would not say to herself all that this thought implied. She had begun to shrink lately from her previsions of the final outcome of her present singular relation to Jasper. She had said to herself that she must bring the matter to an end, but she had not yet found the hardihood for that, and meanwhile she felt herself being surrounded ; she had the sense of being softened and drawn to him by a slow, certain process, like the fatal eat- ing of the sea into a rock. Jasper's will was in itself a reason for anything that he strongly wished ; through all the strength of her own will she felt this. Sometimes she felt it unsupportably, and it was at such times that she 268 BENEFITS FORGOT. said to herself that she must end it. Alas ! it is really only the man who can put an end to such a situation. A woman can make her way out of it only by a violence, an unwomanliness. From all that could be held unwomanly Dorothy shrunk with much more reluctance than from anything that the situation into which Jasper had con- trived to bring her could have to offer ; and she helplessly let the affair lapse and drift. Thinking of Jasper led her to speak of him ; and Vertner's extraordinary interest in the subject was caus- ing her a vague wonder, when they met Dr. Ernfield, driving back to Maverick from a professional visit which he had been paying at Loredano. He drew up to the side- walk, and they paused to speak to him. Dorothy thought sadly that he was looking very weak and ill again. Doro- thy had last seen him at Beatrice's card-party, where he was looking much stronger than now ; and she was grieved by his appearance of illness. She begged him to come to see her ; she said she was in shockingly good health, but she would come down with any new and unstudied dis- ease that he liked, if he would not come without that. But she hoped he would. Ernfield said he should be glad to come without ex- cuse, if she would let him. He had often seen Dorothy at Mrs. Vertner's while Margaret was in Maverick, and twice since Margaret had gone he had been to the Mau- rices' cottage, — once to see Maurice himself, when he had been suffering from a bad cold, and once again to call on them, with no business reason. Dorothy's cordial free- dom, her sweetness, and the candid openness with which she lavished herself on him when he came, were not things which any one could fail to like, and certainly were BENEFITS FORGOT. 269 not things which a man in his position could be other than grateful for. When he had last seen her he had scorned himself for the stealthy pain which ventured to show its head at the thought that it was only to a man out of the running that a woman could venture to be as good as that, and he was willing to go again to punish himself for the thought by enjoying her kindness as whole-heartedly as it was offered. Surely, in so far as any one could imply by words said, and left unsaid, that he was a robust marcher in the ranks with the rest, with a brave, rich life before him, she implied it, with her woman's tact. It was himself he must accuse ; and he did it handsomely, as Dorothy, with the yearning painted on her face, in spite of herself, to do something for him, somehow to give him a lift, to cheer and comfort him, begged him to come to see her. Vertner asked the news at Loredano. How was the strike Pope had made in the " Nugget " coming on ? And had Metuchen driven his bunch of cattle over into Bayles's Park for the winter? It was part of the kindli- ness and inbred courtesy, which oddly mingled themselves with other qualities in Vertner, that he forbore to follow Dorothy's suggestion with one of his hearty invitations to " look in on a fellow, once in a while, won't you ? " He did not care anything about Pope's mine or Metuchen's cattle, but he felt the obligation to bridge the gap. Ern- field did not want to be asked to that house of painful reminders, he knew ; and he didn't want to be reminded that anybody was taking care not to remind him. Ernfield, after a word of inquiry about Dorothy's church work, which had always seemed to interest him, drove on, turning back to say that he had met Mrs. Vert- 270 BENEFITS FORGOT. ner coming out of Mrs. McDermott's house, on the river road : they would meet her if they went on. Fred Kelf- ner, who occupied his usual seat beside the doctor, lifted his hat to Dorothy as Ernfield whipped up his horse. They were out of town now, and walking towards the mountains against the brisk wind which often blows at these altitudes. Ouray was behind them, but on their right the long serrated rib of the Sangre de Cristo range cut the fiery welter of the western sky. The range hung a curtain before the setting sun, which went on shining behind it. Over the white flanks of the sweep of hills walling the other side of the valley there began presently to spread a tender, subtle, infinitely delicate glow, like a maiden's blush, which is and is not. Vertner talked gaily on, in the wind; but the still peace and beauty in which the hills lay about her, and a flying rack of thoughts within her mind, kept Dorothy quiet. She began to wish that she had not set out to make a round of visits : she had come out to escape, if she could, from her miserable thoughts about Dick ; but she had not lost them, and this new trouble about her father, about Jasper, seemed to connect itself with the other, and to agglutinate the whole into that single mass of vexation which will sometimes cloud over a day or an hour for the lightest-hearted. She would have turned back, but she bethought her- self of Mrs. F el ton, for whom she had set out, and who, she knew, was battling with a misery of her own, which her visit might lighten momently, perhaps. She did not say to herself that to solace Mrs. Felton's homesickness might be a roundabout way of helping herself to climb a little out of her own depths; though she knew well BENEFITS FORGOT. 271 enough that the only real happiness lay, and must always lie, in bringing happiness to others. Mrs. Eelton had lately come to Maverick from Phila- delphia as a bride, having married a capital young fellow, originally from the same city. He had founded a pros- perous real-estate and insurance business in Maverick within the year, and had lately been encouraged by his success to return to the East long enough to marry the faithful and charming girl who had waited four years for him. She was just passing through the first homesick time in which young wives, fresh from certain traditions of the East, sit in puzzled and miserable helplessness be- fore the conditions of Western life. Mrs. Eelton felt that the desolation, the strangeness, the hideousness, of her first month in Maverick — the month which she had looked forward to as the happiest of her life — had left a permanent mark on her. She wondered whether they would see it in her eyes at home when she went back. But she was determined that they never should. They had told her that it would be something like this, not guessing, in their ignorance, a thousandth part of the fact, but prophesying in the cheerful manner of kinsfolk before one's marriage. They should never know how she realized their prophecies. She planned to confide the truth to Jessie Kidder, who was betrothed to a young man who had just left Harvard, and had gone to Dakota to start a horse ranch ; she planned to warn her under the seal of confidence. It was wrong to let a young girl venture upon such a future blindly. Jessie would be dazed and troubled by what she would say to her ; but she heard her answering that she didn't care, that she was not marrying to live in 18 272 BENEFITS FORGOT. this place or that, but for love of her husband, who would be sufficient for her anywhere. And then Mollie Eelton saw how she must tell her that that too was a mistake : that what she said was true enough, in a way, and more than true enough. She herself had never been so happy. No. But, then, she had never been so unhappy. She perceived that it would be useless ; but if she ever got home again — she no longer really believed that they would ever be free to retraverse all those dreary miles of rail — she should tell her. It was a duty. Mrs. Eelton was of course not very well seen in Mav- erick. She was thought too Eastern, too exclusive. She had an honest hatred of gossip, and, in other ways, had not proved as " adaptable " as some of the ladies could desire. It was reported that she had once said that she did not think herself better than her butcher, but differ- ent. And opinions like this separated her from such society as there was in Maverick, and had helped to make her first month difficult. Dorothy understood her trouble exactly : when she had first come to the West she herself had passed through a time not very unlike Mrs. Eelton's. Even in the midst of her week or two of homesickness, however, she had been able to see it, partly, as the joke it was ; and when she was better of it, the humour of the whole Western situation had soon so penetrated her, that she remembered her first feeling about the West, now, only as a sentiment which she could call up, at need, to assist her sympathy for another in like case. She did not pretend to delight in the West, now, as Kiteva Snell did ; but she was busy, she was absorbed in making the West bearable to her father, who hated it ; she was up to her eyes in the busi- BENEFITS FORGOT. 273 ness of tempering the situation to him, in the enterprise of making him happy, and for herself she had ceased to care very definitely. One was happy anywhere where one had an absorbing occupation ; and it was this wisdom that she was presently preaching to Mrs. Felton, when she had left Yertner with Beatrice, whom they met near Mrs. Felton's house. Mrs. Felton had often accompanied them on their rides lately, and Dorothy pretended that it was to invite her to join Beatrice and Ernfield and herself in a ride on the morrow that she had called. Mrs. Felton was not like the pretty little Jewess upon whom Dorothy called next, unhappy because she " did so miss the matinees." Mrs. Felton's homesickness, if pas- sionate, was not fantastic. Dorothy did not ask Mrs. Stern, (who, for an occult reason of the sort that no one thought of questioning in Maverick, chose to go to Maurice's church) why she did not complain of indigesti- bility of the clay in Lone Creek Valley ; but a number of impossible questions were on her lips. At Kiteva Snell's the atmosphere was amusingly dif- ferent. The Snells, of whom Kiteva was most in evi- dence socially, were very happy about themselves and the West. Miss Kitty, in particular, would hear nothing against any State west of the Mississippi, and she kept alive a fine enthusiasm about Maverick and its future which had the fire and the taking largeness of a senti- ment of patriotism. She had not seen New York, and did not care to ; but she knew and loved the Omaha of her birth, though she could seldom be persuaded to go so far East, when her father would go on his pass. She was glad to remember that even her name was Western, for 274 BENEFITS FORGOT. she had been christened Kiteva in honour of a summer resort for the people of Chicago that her father had been engaged in booming at the time of her birth. It was a regrettable fact that the books she wanted to read were, for the most part, published in New York or Boston, and she could balance this misfortune only by ordering them through the local newsdealer (there was not a bookseller in Maverick), in order that " the money," as the Western phrase is, " might not go out of the town." It happened also that the centre of her present intellectual life had its physical habitation on the shores of a New York lake ; but she tried not to remember that the advantages of the " Chautauqua Literary Association " were derived from Jamestown. Kiteva had acquired her fondness for reading at a Toledo boarding-school, where one could acquire a glossy coat of culture in three years, with diligence. Kiteva had used the diligence, and when Dorothy first knew her, she was in the early maturity of the habit of exactitude and impeccability, which are the very things for general con- versation. Her a in " squalor " was quite, quite long, and she pronounced her "Asia" between her teeth, with the alluring sibilant effect — Acia. She accented her "le-gis'- lative" on the second syllable, and could pronounce a great many words just as they are in the dictionary, with- out smiling. Nothing, though, was so nice in her con- versation as her elegant habit of bridling the shambling looseness of our common speech in colloquial phrases, like "couldn't you," which she prettily replaced with " could not you," and the sloven " a- tall," to which she restored its printed aspect, so that " at all," with a proper fence between, lived again. Pier favourite books of refer- BENEFITS FORGOT. 275 ence were " The Orthoepist," " A Thousand Words often Mispronounced," and " The Verbalist." Hervademecum, however, was "Don't," and it is fair to say that Miss Snell didn't. Kiteva did not talk of the things of the mind, as she called them, with Dorothy ; she talked of Jasper — a little persistently, Dorothy thought. She had heard that he had returned, and had seen him ride by from her window, but had not yet met him face to face since his return. How was he looking ? Had he enjoyed his visit to New York? He seemed very fond of the ranch and of his work there. He had done wonders with it. She quoted sayings of Jasper ; she rehearsed incidents of the time be- fore Dorothy came to Maverick. She gave the impression of having known Jasper very well. Dorothy wondered if this was the kind of young lady with whom he occupied his leisure when she was not near. She left Kiteva a little abruptly at last, and took her way back to her own end of the town with a vague feel- ing of weariness tightening about her heart. Too many things had happened to-day ; there was too much to think of. Her head went round in a whirl. She entered her own home with Jack, at last, on the verge of tears. The day and the world seemed to have gone hopelessly wrong. Her father, who had learned to interpret the signs of suppressed emotion in her, patted her hand quietly as, with her hat and jacket still on, she took her accustomed seat in his study, on the arm of his big leather chair. " Well, little girl, what is it ? " he asked, laying down the volume of G-uy de Maupassant he had been reading. 276 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Oh, I don't know, father. I don't know. I wish you wouldn't go into this paper of Mr. Vertner's," she said abruptly. " But, my dear young woman — " He smiled vaguely at her. " He told me all about it this afternoon. I don't be- lieve," she told him, stroking his beard as she bent over him, " that you know as much about the ' Church Kalen- dar ' as I do, papa. Ask Mr. Yertner about his advertis- ing, and his — his ' scheme,' as he calls it. It isn't nice. It is just like you, papa, not to have looked into the de- tails of it, at all ; and to have accepted the idea because Mr. Virtner says it is a good one." " Pshaw ! pshaw ! There's nothing wrong with the idea, child. What do you know of papers, Dorothy ? " He got up and went over to the upright piano which filled a corner of the study. This room, in which Maurice wrote his sermons and played on his piano, was the largest in the house, and occupied the whole front of the second story. Dorothy never interrupted him here in the mornings, when the superstition was that he was hammering out his sermons ; but she often spent the evenings with him in its smoke- laden atmosphere. Sermon-writing, with Maurice, re- quired the consumption of a number of Havana cigars, and was accompanied by a good deal of Sullivan and Of- fenbach on the piano. Dorothy would hear him playing and singing snatches of comic opera in the mornings for half an hour ; then the piano would suddenly go silent, and, from below, she would hear him pacing the floor. Then this sound, too, would cease, and she would know that he was at work, until the piano burst out again. In BENEFITS FORGOT. 277 the moments of silence he was as often reading as writing ; but this would have counted as work, too, with Dorothy, if she had known it. She had a little pride of her own in his learning. Maurice's smattering of a number of sub- jects was far from that, but he was by nature a bookish man : he read the poets, whom he was fond of quoting in his sermons ; he had once relinquished the thought of a book on the old dramatists; he had a pretty taste for Barrow, whose sturdiness and solidity attracted him by the law of the attraction of opposites, perhaps ; he ram- bled through him from time to time, pencilling his winged adjectives ; and regularly, once a year, he read Thackeray from start to finish. His contemporary reading was, for the most part, French ; of the older writers he liked Dumas, whose " Trois Mousquetaires " he read at all sea- sons ; he was a subscriber to the " Revue des Deux Mondes " and the " Saturday Review," and he loathed the present school of American fiction. He said it lacked — but we know what it lacks. " Come and sing," he said, as he took his seat on the piano-stool. Dorothy, who had taken up her knitting, shook her head. She seated herself in the chair he had left, and, lost to his sight in its depths, she stared into the fire through the tears of overwrought emotion which stole out upon her eyelids, and coursed silently down her cheeks. Her father, after a dreamy prelude, had rattled into the " Entrance March " from the " Mikado." "DidVertner say how he was getting along?" he asked, pausing in the middle of the march. " No," Dorothy managed to reply in a muffled voice. " I should like to get out the first number in January," he said meditatively. He whistled a bar or two of another 278 BENEFITS FORGOT. air from the same opera thoughtfully over to himself, and turned to the piano to finish it. " Papa ! " she said, loud enough to be heard above the music. He rose and came over to her. " What ! crying ? " he exclaimed. " But this won't do at all." He drew up a chair beside her, and took her hand. " Why, girlie, there's nothing in this — nothing." He regarded her tenderly, as he stroked her hand. He let her sacrifice herself to him from habit, he postponed her to many things ; but he loved her. One saw it in his glance even when it rested on her casually ; no one could have seen him at the moment without feeling sure of it. " I won't enter into it at all if you take it so hard. But you've been accepting some of Vertner's joking literally. You must allow for his way of looking at things. Why, I don't believe he would care for this paper idea at all if he didn't see a joke in it." " Yes, papa," rejoined Dorothy, starting up in her chair ; " that's it. It's a joke, a practical joke ; but it isn't — it isn't quite what you would call a fair one, I think, papa, if you understood it. Do look into it before you give your word to Mr. Vertner to be his editor." " Of course I will, little girl. Vertner mustn't be allowed to compromise me. Perhaps I've let him have it too much his own way. But he knows about the business side of it; and after my experience with the Church School of Music, I'm willing to let some one else take all that responsibility. You can understand that, Dorothy." " Oh, father, I'll be so glad if you will. And let some one else find the money, too." Maurice pensively stroked his long golden mustache, with its young-mannish upward turn at the ends, without BENEFITS FORGOT. 279 speaking. " I suppose you see the necessity of my mak- ing more money, my dear. The last monthly bills look bad. Maverick seems to be dearer than Laughing Valley. This editorship is more like a necessity than a choice. It isn't time to be too nice," he said, with the doubtful ac- cent of waiting her opinion on this. This man, who could satisfy his own conscience about one and another matter of daily dealing with his fellow- men, and forget it lightly ; who could shuffle and balance before doubtful questions, and choose the easy issue with a sigh for the man he might have been if things had turned out differently with him, was afraid before his daughter's moral judgments. Their certainty, their bare, blind justice, were more than he could bear at times. He avoided all such questions with her when he could, but he had committed himself to this paper with Vertner ; and since he must go on with it, and she had learned of his connection with the plan, he would rather go on with her support than without it. They lived too much alone, he was too dependent upon her for sympathy, to make it pleasant for him to carry on constantly, by her side, a work of which she disapproved. He was sensitive ; he always reckoned with that. If he had not been, it would have been easy to use his authority, as he sometimes did in cases like that of the money he procured from time to time to meet their bills. No one knew better than Mau- rice how to put aside discussion of painful subjects with dignity ; but no one liked less to accept what such uses of power involved. He did not think for a moment of abandoning the scheme of the paper ; he believed that he and Vertner would make a very good thing of it together ; and it was 2S0 BENEFITS FORGOT. five years since he had drunk just the wine he liked. The moral' question, which had never occurred to him until Dorothy suggested it, he had dismissed without a thought. He understood Vertner's advertising plan at least as well as Dorothy, hut he saw nothing wrong in it, as he had told her. He explained to her, now, that it was not original with Vertner ; that it had been tried in the East, where a man had made a small fortune out of it. There was no harm in it, except as there was harm in all business. She did not hope to bring in a new sort of business transaction, which would leave the money in the same pocket after it as before it, he hoped. They did not dispute — he and Vertner — that they were going to take money for the advertising ; but they were going to give quid pro quo, strictly. They did not even leave the degree of circula- tion given to the advertisement in doubt, as was usual. The advertisers were to pay for what they got, and for no more than they got. She heard Vertner in all these phrases, yet it was her father who spoke, and she did not know how to put her doubts together and bring them to bear on him. She found herself shaken by his confidence ; but she said : " I see you think you understand, papa. But you don't ; you can't, or you wouldn't have anything to do with it. These advertisers you speak of — they are not to know what Mr. Vertner means to cjp. They will suppose that they are giving their advertisement to a little paper which will have a circulation of a few hundred copies. When the bills come to them, if Mr. Vertner succeeds in what he hopes to do, they will be for a circu- lation of a great many thousands ; it will go on increas- ing every month, arid they will have no redress because BENEFITS FORGOT. 281 Mr. Vertner is going to make them sign a contract for a year." Maurice laughed lightly. " Don't you think you may safely leave Vertner's scheme to the business men of the Great West, Dorothy ? Do you think it likely that they will not understand all the bearings of a proposition that ^a girl like you can understand ? " Dorothy stared at him. " Oh, I suppose so," she said after a moment, daunted. " But promise to insist on Mr. Vertner. making it plain to them what they are doing." She laughed herself at the futility of this. " I mean," she amended, " that the contract should imply what Mr. Vert- ner is about — what he hopes to do." " They would laugh at what he hopes to do. You do, yourself, Dorothy. Every one who knows Vertner under- stands his disposition to add ciphers to his schemes. You may be sure he has given them all the ciphers that he thinks they will credit. After all, you know, Vertner is honest. You mustn't be losing yourself in any theo- ries depending on the opposite supposition, you know, Dorothy." " Oh, of course he's honest," sighed she, parting with her position, in fragments, as she felt, but with a deep re- luctance. She saw that it was one of those obscure cases where the ethics have a tendency to liquefy, to escape from the instinct which is their only witness, and to melt into the medium of the business-like, the practical, the customary. She could not detain them ; perhaps she was wrong to try. Her father must know ; and, " Yes, I'm sure Mr. Vertner is good," she found herself saying, " in spite of his ways — perhaps because of them. There is something very charming about him. He is so sure, so 282 BENEFITS FORGOT. gay. And I don't believe that he would deliberately do anything that he thought wrong," she argued aloud with herself. " Certainly not." She balanced it all in her mind a moment, and then, with the recurrence of her loyal trust in her father, which at the end of everything had always to be the permanent fact in her relation to him and to his doings, she said, with a brightening face, " Oh, well, if you have really looked into it, papa, and think it right, why — " "Yes?" " Why, of course it is right. But you will look care- fully after Mr. Vertner, won't you, papa? You will see that he makes an agreement that will be fair to every- body ? " He gave the promise readily, though he had no intention of interfering with Vertner. She leaned over, and kissed him. " Dear papa ! And shall we be shock- ingly rich ? " " Appallingly ! " laughed Maurice, easily, as he returned to the piano. " Come and sing for me." She came over to his side, adjusting the light so that it should not fall into the eyes he tired by late reading at night. " Then you can have a horse and phaeton," she said, stroking his hair, as he spread out the music for her. " I am not so ambitious, my dear. What I'm hoping for is an income which won't force me to look three times at a dollar. Twice, I can bear. Well, are you ready ? " He struck a chord on the piano, and she raised her voice to the first notes of a quaint old air. BENEFITS FORGOT. 283 XIX. Philip remained a fortnight at Pinon, and it was a week before Jasper was seen in Maverick again. Dorothy heard from Dr. Ernfield on the day following her parish visits and her meeting with Vertner that Jasper was suf- fering from the effects of an accident ; but Ernfield either knew no more, or thought it well to say no more, for she got no particulars from him. Vertner had heard all about the affair in the mine from Cutter ; but he had left town the day after their meeting to look after a contract for the electric lighting of Empire, a mining-camp lying to the northward, and was not expected to return for some days, so that Dorothy learned nothing from him. Jasper's first clear thought on returning to conscious- ness was of her. What would she think of the fight, if it should come to her ears? Her swift, pitiless moral judg- ments were as terrible to him as they were to her father. Suppose she thought him in the wrong ? But he believed that she had not the material for such a thought. Philip's freak of reserve had spared her some facts that might affect her judgment, and he believed that, in any event, the initial faith in him which Dorothy re- tained from the habit of an earlier day would carry him through a good deal with her. He accepted now, in good faith, Philip's assertion of his forbearance from his obvi- ous opportunity, and he saw that she would never hear Philip's story until he should force Philip to defend him- self by telling her his own. What a frightful ass Philip was to play the chivalric at that rate, he mused. But that was his affair. 2S± BENEFITS FORGOT. His thoughts melted dizzily into one another, as he lay half awake on the morning after the accident, trying his eyes in a blinking way every little while on the view from his bedroom window. The cowboy who had been nurs- ing him assured him that the hill he saw was Mount Blanco, fast enough. To Jasper it was a green blur. Some sort of film seemed to be crackling and sparkling before his eyes, like a kaleidoscope, eternally breaking up and renewing itself. He saw objects as the natural eye sees the page of a book held within an inch of the pupil. He felt vaguely for the bandage on his forehead, and then remembered again how it came there, and all that had led up to it. At recollection of the blow, the suffocating sense of hatred and rage he remembered as he fell was fresh in his mind again. He clenched his hands under the bedclothes. When he was well again, he should not spare. The thought that Philip might be making favour with Dorothy, or that she might have learned what he had refused to tell her, and that the knowledge might — nay, certainly would — have effected a promotion of him in her kindness, caused him to thresh restlessly about in the bed. He told Ernfield, when he came, that he must get up to-day. Ernfield smiled quietly, and asked him "to try sitting up in bed. He straightened himself, and sat up painfully, his eyes wild and unseeing, his carefully kept hair in disarray. The air dissolved about him, he clutched at his fading consciousness, and fell back among the pillows with a moaning curse on his lips. It was the fourth day before Ernfield would allow him to sit about in his dressing-gown and write a letter, and the sixth before he pronounced him well enough to try BENEFITS FORGOT. 285 the voyage down-stairs, staying himself upon the balus- trade. He made Ernfield remain to dinner with him the first day. " I say, I've been taking a simple cut pretty hard, seems to me. What's been the matter? What have I had?" " Why, you haven't had it," said Ernfield. " How's that ? You mean I've escaped it. Well, what have I escaped ? " " Congestion of the brain." " Humph ! " exclaimed Jasper, without troubling him- self to explain the connection. " That brother of mine is a brute." He asked Ernfield if he would take another bit of venison, and Ernfield did not pursue the subject. He had his own notions of the way his patient had come by his cut. " I say, Ernfield," Jasper went on, after a moment, "you knew something of my new mother when she was here in Maverick. What was she like ? " "Like?" " Yes ; you know I never saw much of her. Was she the kind of woman to make my father happy, for instance ? " Ernfield busied himself with his fresh slice of venison, pursuing a bit of currant jelly with his fork. " I didn't know your father well ; I couldn't say," he answered. " One ought to know more than one party to a marriage to answer a question like that." Jasper had heard fragments of the talk which still went on in Maverick about Ernfield and Margaret, of course. He was revolving the gossip of the town in his mind, as he bent his shrewd, penetrating eyes on his com- panion's face. 286 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Yes ; to be sure. But you would form some idea of her temperament. Would she be the sort of woman, for example, to support my father in — well, in what you might call the extravagances of his temperament ? I sup- pose you know him well enough to understand what I mean." Ernfield looked at* him for what seemed a long time without speaking. " Yes," said he, at last, with inten- tion ; " I know what you mean." " It was rather rough, wasn't it ? " agreed Jasper to the unspoken comment. " It was cowardly," said Ernfield, briefly. " It certainly left Miss Derwenter with a nasty posi- tion on her hands. It was a test of character — abandon- ing her on her wedding-day," he said tentatively. But Ernfield did not offer to discuss this. " She came out of it curiously — on a plan of her own," he mused. " But it's given me a kind of respect for her. Not every woman would have done it, you know, Ernfield." "I know," nodded Ernfield to the canned peaches, which had been set before him. " She answered my question for me, there : she sup- ported him with a vengeance. But would she in a case where she wasn't concerned in just that helpless way ? " " I can't answer that," said Ernfield, after a moment. " She would do what seemed right to her." " Yes," rejoined Jasper; "I gather that. She seems to have a conscience. But she seems fond of father, too. What I was wondering was whether in a case where he was on one side and her conscience on the other, she mightn't — well, negotiate with her conscience." Ernfield glanced at him without speaking. BENEFITS FORGOT. 287 "Well, I'm glad you think so," said Jasper, after a moment, in response to Ernfield's contemptuous glance. "Father needs a check." He turned the subject then; but as he lighted Ernfield's cigarette for him he asked carelessly, " Where did the wedding-party go ? Did you hear?" Ernfield perceived that he meant to imply that he might have heard from Margaret since her departure from Maverick. But he chose not to resent this. Jasper was not worth the powder. " No," he replied. He puffed his cigarette in silence. The following day, seeing how Jasper chafed under his confinement, and thinking, on the whole, it might be less harmful for him to venture out than to remain within doors, lashing himself into a state of morbid irritation, Ernfield consented to allow him to drive to town. Eiding he forbade, and Jasper found that the jolting of his buck- board was all he cared to bear for the present. He had not seen Snell since the day he had called to make his preposterous announcement, but this had not surprised him. His father and brother were too wise to attempt to push the matter to a conclusion while he lay ill ; but they should see that he was not seeking a pro- longation of the truce. He meant that they should hear from him at once. When he had been to his lawyer, and arranged with him to secure a temporary injunction against Snell, ana to begin suit against his father, he drove to the Maurices' cottage, smiling for the first time since his discomfiture at the " Snow Find." He had made up his mind to a definite move which would at least relieve him of the fear of what Philip 19 288 BENEFITS FORGOT. might be accomplishing with Miss Maurice behind his back. She came in to him with her face alive with sympathy, and Jasper was agreeably sure that he had not been wrong in thinking she had warmed to him with a new kindness in the week before his accident, while he added to himself that his illness and the wound on his forehead were not things to diminish her mood of good will. He lacked material for guessing that part of her mood of sympathy was due to the fact that she had just parted with Dick Messiter, who had stopped over a train to call on her father in regard to some business on his return from a visit to Denver. She had found him much changed in the week that had passed since his return to his work at Laughing Valley City. Much more, Jasper lacked facts to understand that her recent disposition towards him was the outcome of the talk between her and Philip which had followed his encounter with Philip in the doorway of the room in which he was now sitting. He was occupied, so far as his mind turned towards Philip's refusal, for motives of his own, to give him away, with the negative good for- tune that she had no information about their quarrel. It did not occur to him to imagine that if she knew of a quarrel between them, she must believe one of them in the wrong, and that Philip might be suffering for his quixotic silence. " You have been ill," she said. " You have been suf- fering." " Oh, so, so," returned Jasper. " I got a rather nasty cut." " Tell me how it happened. No one has been able to say — or perhaps no one would." BENEFITS FORGOT. 289 Jasper slipped down in the sleepy-hollow chair she had forced him to take, and toasted the foot he stretched towards the fire, enjoying her interest in his illness. His pallor, she thought, became him ; and the firelight, play- ing on his handsome face, and twinkling whimsically upon the court-plastered wound, lent his solid, prosy good looks a remote effect of distinction and of glamour. " Don't let me ask, if it's a secret. But if it isn't a secret," she went on with a laugh, " you can make it as romantic as you like, for I've heard nothing. You can make out that you have been rescuing a lovely maiden from the Utes, if you wish. That would be as pretty as anything. Or you can have been dragged by Vixen, with your foot caught in the stirrup ; that would be exciting. Or a fight with the Eveleighs about your water rights, or fences, which would make a good story. I like mining stories, too, Mr. Deed." She smiled at him from her seat at the other corner of the fire. She often chaffed him to avoid the serious talk with him which she had begun to see must one day come, and which she feared. "This is a mining story," returned Jasper, staring musingly into the fire, with a disengaged look. "How nice! Well?" " Well— I think I mustn't tell it," he said, still seem- ing to muse. He glanced at her speculatively, and Doro- thy thought she saw that she would not be overstepping in urging him. " No," he said, shaking his head slightly, in response to her mock-humble entreaty ; " it isn't altogether my story." " How tiresome ! Couldn't we buy out the other man's 290 BENEFITS FORGOT. rights in the story ? Is he the same man who owns a part of the mine — was that it ? " The guess was wide, and yet so near that Jasper smiled. " Something like that." He glanced at her with intelligence, and she suddenly paled, and cried, in a kind of fright : " Surely it isn't your brother ! Surely you haven't been — been — ? " She breathed quickly and stopped. " Yes," owned Jasper, with the air of a man who yields to a revelation past remedy — " yes. Since you have guessed it, there is no reason why you shouldn't know. But don't ask me any more about it, please. I couldn't tell you." " Oh, no, no ! " cried Dorothy. " Of course not. i^.nd it was he who — Oh ! " she exclaimed. Her tone ex- pressed reproach and repulsion and withdrawal. She shuddered away from the thought of Philip's act. " And you have been very ill. I can see it. Dr. Ernfield would not own it, but I could see that he was anxious. He was afraid of its affecting the brain." " Yes," said Jasper, lightly ; " congestion, and all that. But there was never any actual danger of that, I fancy. Ernfield didn't really know what had happened to me, you know — one wouldn't feel inclined to tell even a phy- sician a thing like that, of course — and he thought my little scratch more serious than it was. You see, I have scored on him. Here I am." " Yes ; oh, yes," breathed Dorothy in an absorption of which she was unaware, and which was far from being as wholly related to the man beside her as he was believing with a joy which he could not have concealed if she had been more attentive. " But you might not have escaped. BENEFITS FORGOT. 291 A little more one way or the other, and — Oh, how could he ! " Jasper had not expected such success. He thought of Philip's chances with her now almost with compassion. It was a pretty outcome of the fight that it should make for him in her favour, and lead her to so desirable a thought of Philip. In the luxury of success, he felt that he could afford to be generous— generous enough, at least, to let her see that he was. " Oh, I don't know," he deprecated. " Oh, but I do," exclaimed Dorothy, quickly. All her old thoughts about the relations of the brothers returned to her, and she now caused Philip to suffer for all the ex- cuses she had found for him. " No, no ! It was fair enough — as fair as such things can be." " Would it have been fair if he had killed you ? " she asked conclusively. Jasper bent quickly toward, her, fixing her with a pas- sionate glance. " Would you have cared ? " he asked. All his love for her was in his eyes. She lowered her own. " Of course," she stammered. " Why, yes. But of course ! " " Would you have cared in the way I mean ? " She controlled her eyes now, and swept his pale, eager face with a furtive look. " I don't know," she said hastily. " I — I think not." " Oh, but Dorothy, girl, surely this time you know? I have loved you ever since ; I love you even more, I think, than then. It has gone on. It has grown. You won't say that you haven't seen this — that you haven't been 292 BENEFITS FORGOT. answering it a little bit in your heart. I can't live with- out your love. I've tried it a long time. I can't," he cried— "I canH!" It was the thrilling, irresistible note of passion. It seemed to infold and seize her, to benumb her will, to make a reason of itself for a return. She remembered thinking, in a prevision of this scene, how his will must always make a reason for anything he strongly wished. The old fascination of his feeling for her returned upon her. Ee-created, and palpitating before her as if it had never ceased to be an active part of her experience, the remembered charm went through her veins exultingly. For a moment she felt herself slipping, slipping. Jasper read the half consent in her eyes. He rose, and drew near her, but at the touch of his arm she started away, " No, no ! " she cried, rising in her turn ; " I don't know ! I must have time to think. Don't press me for an answer now ! Don't ! " There was a moment in which Jasper stared hungrily into her eyes, balancing in the remote second conscious- ness the wisdom of pressing his advantage, or of comply- ing with the frightened longing for escape from this moment's decision which he saw in her face. Her look at once promised his bliss and confounded him. It was at last his willingness to use the subtle rather than the direct means of arriving at any object which decided him. " Well," said he, " let it be so, then. But you will let me have my answer soon, Dorothy ? " " Yes, soon," she murmured breathlessly. " You have seen that I still cared. You have let me BENEFITS FORGOT. 293 go on. I really don't believe you could have the heart, you know, to cast me off now. I don't ask you to say anything to that. I only tell you to let you know that I trust you completely." He snatched her hand to his lips, and was gone. Dor- othy trembled to a seat, torn and pulled by a mob of emotions — excited, intoxicated, exhausted. How could Philip have done a thing like that ! She wondered languidly where he was. XX. 0^" the next day Dorothy received the following note : Dear Miss Maurice : I am leaving town to-morrow for a week. Will you give me, to take with me, the hope of an answer on my return ? I won't bother you to say good-bye. Yours — whatever your answer, always yours, Jasper Deed. And to this temperate note she wrote, "In a week, then." It was like his invariable consideration to deny himself a word of farewell. Indeed, she could not help imagining in this intended absence a more intimate chiv- alry. It was a fine withholding of himself from so much as the colour of seeming to influence her decision. The truth was that Jasper had found a clue to his father's whereabouts through the Leadville lawyer to whom he had written the first day he had been allowed to sit up ; and after a visit to Leadville he was going in pur- suit of him. 294 BENEFITS FORGOT. The impulse of another man would have been to try to make sure of his future with Dorothy before leaving Maverick ; but Jasper saw clearly that this course, to which everything save his discretion urged him, would only make sure of a failure which no after patience could retrieve. It was better to use a little patience now, and to go away. But he thought it worth while to have a little talk with Maurice, whom he found at the station, as he was boarding his train. He took the sleeping-car for his destination with a cozy prophecy of success warming his heart. His rever- ence for Dorothy's instinctive purity and tightness of feel- ing, which was at the root of his love for her, consorted with his half -conscious habit of trading on these qualities in her, and he was estimating, as he stepped into the train, the construction of his departure which he could rely upon from her rectitude. He fancied her construing it almost precisely as she did, and as he settled himself in the smoking-compartment of the sleeper with his cigar, he experienced an inexpensive thrill of virtue at the thought of the nobility she would be imagining in him. The sun shone at Mineral Springs as it did at Maver- ick, though there was no snow at Maverick, and at Min- eral Springs the snow lay hugely heaped as far as Deed and Margaret could see from the hotel portico. The snow, in fact, covered all the one-storied houses in the place to their roofs, and lay in the Pass at a depth which for over three weeks had cut off all communication with the outside world, and kept them prisoners. The stage had ceased running on the day of the snowfall, being caught in the Pass, and snowed up there out of sight. It BENEFITS FORGOT. 295 was likely to lie there until the succeeding spring. The driver and his one passenger had ridden into Mineral Springs on the backs of the horses. Mineral Springs was usually cut off from the outside world for three or four months in the year. At its alti- tude, and in its situation, approachable only by a narrow defile between close-lying hills, this was expected, and, as the inhabitants would have said, discounted. But the snow did not usually come so early. Margaret had smiled with the wistful smile of happi- ness, which had made a home for itself about her mouth since the day of her marriage, at the intelligence which Deed brought her on the morning after their arrival, that they were " snowed in." And Deed had found an ambig- uous laugh. Margaret said it was delightful. Now they could be sure of quiet. Now they should know that the disagreeable visitors to the Springs, whom she had feared when he first suggested the place, would stay away. Of course it wasn't the season for them, anyway. She knew that. But those half-dozen stray people who sometimes came to such places late were worse than a mob. One could decently withhold one's self from a mob ; but the half-dozen, if they were in the same hotel, demanded sociability, sat at the same table, wanted to organize ex- cursions, to get up amusements, to talk at unpropitious times, to discuss — the women were the worst — the new stitch, and the children left at home, and the altitude. When she found that there were no visitors whatever at the hotel besides themselves, she had a moment of bewilderment; but she said she liked that, too. The hotel, which was a large frame structure of three stories, built for the summer season, when it was crowded by 296 BENEFITS FORGOT. invalids and tourists, was a building designed to shelter forty guests, and even Margaret found the great dining- room a little daunting for two. She went to the wife of the landlord, — a hospitable creature, largely planned like the hotel, — and begged that they might be allowed to dine in modified state. The landlady was glad to close up the big dining-room, she said ; and after that she gave up her usual winter sitting-room to them, and Deed often wrote or read there while Margaret sewed. The hotel was set on a high hill above the town, and the windows of this room commanded an extraordinary prospect of the snow-covered mountains rising on the other side of the narrow valley. They called it a valley in the town, but it was, in fact, more like a slit in the hills, which plunged precipitously down on each side, fronting each other at a distance of less than half a mile. They had stopped at Mineral Springs for the night, on the way to Burro Peak City, where Deed hoped to sell the " Lady Bountiful." Deed had not meant to take Margaret on, but to leave her at the hotel for the necessary day or two until his return. Then, he had said, they could remain at Mineral Springs, or go on to another place to spend the remainder of their honeymoon, as she liked. Ah, yes ; with that money once restored to the bank, with that stock placed to the credit of his trustee account again, he did not care where they went. He had proposed Mexico to Margaret in the anticipatory relief of having made all that business straight, in the relief of feeling himself again in anticipation something more than an honest man by brevet. And then the snow had come. The way to Burro Peak was blocked absolutely, and he could not even get BENEFITS FORGOT. 297 back to Leadville to make a struggle for his good name, or to face the consequences, if necessary. To Burro Peak not even a post had ventured since the storm. The drift- ing snow had buried the narrow trail along the mountain- sides, which men took in midsummer with caution, to a depth where only the May sun would find it ; and the people at Burro Peak City who had once wanted to buy the " Lady Bountiful " when Deed had refused to sell, might as well not have existed. But it was probably too late to do any good now, if he could reach them ; he believed Barney Graves, his fellow- trustee, would have made the quarterly examination of the affairs of the estate at his usual time, and he knew what must happen then. Graves lived at Eed Cliff, and as he knew Deed to have been chosen by Brackett to be one of his trustees as a lawyer, while he knew that he himself had been chosen only as a friend, it had been his custom to leave the actual work connected with their common trust to Deed. In atonement for this seeming neglect of his dead friend's interest, it was his habit to come to Leadville quarterly to go over the accounts of the estate with Deed, note his investments, and, as a matter of form, to make a memorandum of the securities in his hands. Deed, who had rather relished the trust, on the whole, had been able to add largely to the value of the estate by judicious management of the mining properties forming part of it ; and he recalled the satisfaction with which Graves had glanced over his last quarterly state- ment, with a miserable wonder as to his present thoughts. He made sure that Graves would have postponed the ex- amination when he did not find him at Leadville, but his continued and unexplained absence Could have had only 298 BENEFITS FORGOT. one effect : it must long since have come to be believed in Leadville that he was dead, or that he had intentionally disappeared. In the latter case the course was obvious, notorious ; the very children knew it from the newspapers. In a simpler state of society, he said to himself, scornfully, when a man disappeared his friends might imaginably or- ganize a search for him ; in his own world he knew very well that they examined his accounts. The intolerable simplicity of the barrier which with- held him from even so much as a chance of making a fight for his reputation, goaded him at times beyond endurance. Each morning he waked to scan the sky for signs of a thaw, and each night cursed the royal setting of the sun, which had shone through all the day without diminish- ing the snow. Sometimes, in his walks with Margaret through the town, or out to the springs on the hill near their hotel, he would gather up a handful of the spark- ling, fluffy, almost ethereal flakes which held him prisoner, staring at them in contempt, and flinging them away at last with a helpless shrug. What he had done had seemed innocent to him, and at worst it was a potential wrong ; the remorseless snow and the unwilling sun were making it a crime, day by day. Margaret saw that he was troubled, and was grieved for him, but it was because of the chagrin of which she knew — the chagrin which was cause enough, it seemed to her, for any sickness of heart. She comforted him as she could about Jasper and Philip (she had, of course, Deed's version of the difference between Philip and himself), but she knew that trouble to be beyond any one's consolation. The double faithlessness and ingratitude, the sudden and absolute loss of both his sons, represented a pain to Mar- BENEFITS FORGOT. 299 garet which she dared scarcely approach; she felt that she could not understand it. It was all that she thought it ; and even in the face of the haunting fear which now lived in him, it had its way with his heart. He was some- times almost grateful for that other trouble, which was at least superior in its immediacy, and claimed a part of the thoughts which must otherwise, it seemed to him, have destroyed him. With the black misery of his real trouble — the thought of Jasper and Philip — he got along, for the most part, as strong men do with the grief of death. He said nothing, and ground his teeth, and did not suffer the less. If it had not been for Margaret's presence, and for the happiness of their new relation, he must have been utterly overthrown. She helped him not only by her love, her kindness, her unfailing watchfulness, care, and sympathy, but in unconscious ways which she did not suspect. When she perceived that his sadness and ab- straction persisted, she began to charge herself partly with it, in her own way — accusing herself of not know- ing what to do for him — believing that another woman would have known how to comfort him. She tried not to let him see that she was searching her conscience for grounds of offence, but Deed surprised her in it, and blamed himself. After that he joked her steadily, as of old, and maintained before her always a gaiety of de- meanor which finally almost helped him to forget the gulf at the edge of which he was living, even if he could not put away from him the corroding thought of his faithless boys. When the fatality which lurked at his side like a shadow would take form before him, in spite of all the 300 BENEFITS FORGOT. - — - resources by which he denied its existence, he usually saw himself in the newspapers. He saw in shuddering fancy his " case " — it would become his case at once — treated in the usual newspaper fashion, picturesquely, lamentingly, speculatively, mock-sympathetically, high- virtuously, and all the rest of it. Then the State would have its wonder at this latest stainless name in the dust, and would have its talk, in which it would recognize the entire and cheer- ing fallibility of every one else in a world where one couldn't be as straight as one would like. His enemies would enjoy the realization of their prophecies, while his friends — ah, his friends ! — he could not bear that thought. When it occurred to him, he would fall to teasing Mar- garet about something. They had discovered together an infinite number of points at which she could be teased, Margaret even learning to enjoy the exploration of her seriousness with him. She felt that she owed him this ; and she encouraged him to joke the seriousness which had come so near to wrecking their happiness, as a kind of expiation. It had also the advantage of being a refuge from the chivalrous gentleness and humbleness in which he now sued silently for her forgiveness. She could not bear that he should humiliate himself before her, as she had once said coldly to herself that he must ; if there was any forgiving to be done, he must do it. She felt blessed in being forgiven, even if he had been at fault; she found it an odious attitude, as a wife, to be brought to book, and forced to forgive him. For the most part they did not even impliedly discuss the question which had separated them, and had gone so near to parting them permanently. In the happiness of BENEFITS FORGOT. 301 possessing each other, they could not wish to go back and live that night mare- time over again, even in imagination ; and it recurred as an actual question between them only when Deed, in their happiest moments, would question his right to such bliss — to the bliss which he had once thrown away, and trampled underfoot. He made her many promises, in moods like this, that she should never know him again in the convulsions of passion which snatched him away from himself, and left him to do any evil — the nearest, the readiest — in the devil's mind which then replaced his own. Margaret would not let him talk of such things for long ; and she would not suffer him to reproach himself since the hour at the hotel at Leadville when he had done penance be- fore her in an abasement which would have satisfied even Beatrice. In the long evenings they played at cribbage or bezique, or, less often, at chess. Chess was Margaret's favourite game ; but seeing that Deed lacked patience for it, and pretended a pleasure in it only for her sake, she would not let him suffer at it, but won him back to the lighter diversions in which his lighter spirit expanded. Sometimes they would set the cards and the board before them for cribbage, and fall to talking, and forget, until the evening was over, that they had meant to play. Deed made her tell him, at these times, of her travels. In the absolute confidence of their new relation, it was a curious pleasure to her to tell many things which she had hidden away in her soul as things impossible to tell any one. The budget of her adventures in the roam- ing life she had led before she met him, and even after, seemed exhaustless, and Deed was constantly calling for 302 BENEFITS FORGOT. more. He roared with delight at the follies she con- fessed, the gaucheries she owned up to. He said it was a new revelation of her — this history of her independence. He urged her to admit that she had lost by the exchange ; he said that she had sold herself into slavery ; he didn't see how she contented herself. " Don't you?" she said, letting her eyes rest on him a moment. " No," he said promptly. He leaned towards her and took her hand. " Why, James, that's just it ! Neither do I ! But you see I do content myself. I'm not planning an es- cape ; I'm not thinking of running away." " Oh, that's the snow," he said. " You couldn't" " No ; that's true. But you'll see when it thaws. It will be the same." She said this earnestly. Even when she let herself go, Margaret held on a little. "Ah, you say so. That's like the bird that never shows a wish for the old freedom until you open his cage. Then — whisk ! And away he goes ! Margaret," he said seriously, " don't you sometimes — just a little bit — catch yourself longing for the old, free life? You remember your hesitation about marriage, and how you came and held back, and consented and refused, and ran away and took refuge in your wretched idea of independence, and sometimes wouldn't so much as look out to take a peep. Occasionally I used to think that you actually feared a future in which you wouldn't be allowed to take care of yourself." " Yes, yes," she said. " I know. It was so. And now I like to be taken care of." She nestled up against him. " I like not to be free. I enjoy being ^-pendent ! BENEFITS FORGOT. 303 Oh, I was foolish ! " she whispered. " It seemed right — that life I was leading. It seemed good and natural. But it wasn't. This is right ! " She looked up at him. Their love was good to them, and not the less good because they won from it the sane and tempered bliss of a man and woman past the dithyrambic joys of first youth. They had been parted by such a difference as might have risen between the hottest-blooded pair of young lovers who ever cried off with each other over a ribbon or a photograph ; and they had come together no less eagerly and gladly, in the young-lover manner, as if nothing had ever been between them. But now that they had each other, their happiness was the quiet, full-bodied content of the long-married. To have surprised the glance of serene trust that would pass between them when their eyes met, to see the unafraid tenderness which had come to Margaret since her marriage, to see her lay her hand on his, or stoop to press a fleet kiss on his forehead, as she passed him during the day upon her errands from place to place, would have been to be taught a great kind- ness for the marriage state. If he could have escaped the pain about his boys, which was always by him, and could have banished the threat hanging over him, Deed might have been continu- ously happy. As it was, he was very happy when he could forget ; and Margaret, who had nothing to forget save her permanent trouble about his act against Jasper, of which she forbade herself to speak, was exaltedly happy. They went upon walks within the valley over the beaten snow, where paths had been cut, amusing them- selves in the town by the sight of the entombed houses 20 304: BENEFITS FORGOT. sending up a pathetic slip of chimney into the air, out of which the smoke curled steadily. They liked, too, to see the nimble householder come out of his home through the roof, using the aperture prepared for such emergencies in building mountain houses. Once they went down at night and watched from the snow, ten feet above the side- walk, the crowd which gathered nightly at " Mulvaney's " to hazard their earnings at faro and poker. Margaret disapproved of it, even as a spectacle ; but she listened when her husband told her how, the night Philip had maddened him, he had gone to Pop Wyman's and lost a thousand dollars in an hour. He did not tell her how he had settled with Philip, of course ; that might have in- volved the other. The path to the springs, which gave the town its name and part of its prosperity, was one of their favourite walks. It ran along the mountain-side on which the hotel itself hung ; but the spot at which the water bubbled warm out of the earth, and spread itself steamingly about, commanded an even opener prospect of the hills than they got from their window; and they were fond of coming here at sunset, to watch the great disk go palpably down behind the summit of White Face, scorching the snowy ridge with colour. The sun had set and left the air chill, and the evening was suddenly grey, as they turned one day from this spec- tacle, conferring pensively on their happiness, as people will who can keep their happiness at this hour. They saw the figure of a man coming towards them along the path, and began to abuse him to each other for poaching on the solitude. Then they saw it was Jasper. BENEFITS FORGOT. 305 XXI. As Philip's train felt its way cautiously down out of the mountains into Lone Creek Valley, on his return from Pinon some days after this, he was hoping that he should find Jasper well enough to see him. He meant to seek him at once on his arrival at Maverick, and to give up the " Little Cipher " to him. He had borrowed the mine from him, when he found it served his purpose, with the thought that Jasper had left it with him for a year, and could probably spare it to him for another week or two ; and to himself had added that, if he couldn't, he didn't care. It was the first good the mine had ever done him, and it was certain to be the last. He took what advan- tage there was in the attribution of proprietorship during the ten days he remained at Pinon, reminding himself smilingly that he might considerably lengthen his tenure of the " Little Cipher," and still leave a good balance on the credit side of his account with Jasper. But, as he drew near Maverick, he was seized with the desire to have the thing immediately off his hands. He did not like the suggestions that were bred of this seem- ing ownership ; and since the bitterness of giving up his find to Jasper must come, he wished to have the business of the surrender over. Philip's habitual choice of the comfortable issue from a difficulty sometimes led him (out of mere need for an untroubled mind) to march up to troubles which he loathed and feared with an unintentional effect of hero- ism. The idea of turning over to Jasper the mine he had discovered, staked out, and worked, was galling enough to 306 BENEFITS FORGOT. be more comfortable as an accomplished fact than he could hope to make it as a prospect. Now, too, that he knew what the surrender meant, since he had seen for himself the possibilities of this mine which he and Cutter and Vertner had made a jest of, the splendour of the prospect would sometimes thrust itself luminously before his eyes, in empty moments when he would let his gaze wander from the plain fact of Jasper's right to the " Little Cipher." The ease with which he had, for the moment, reaped, without his will, the advantages of ownership at Pinon, polluted, every little while, the wholesome current of his thoughts. He put the fantasy from him, when it would recur, with the sense that he could not be well ; it was in this way that murderous aberrations and the lunacy of suicide assailed men. And yet there would return upon him that air-born phantom of a thought, that the fiction of his ownership, which had lasted a week, needed no motion on his part to make it permanent ; that he had only to keep silence. The arrangement by which he had carried on the two mines in his own name lost its old naturalness as he found himself wishing heartily that Jasper had always known which mine was his, or, at all events, that some one per- son — only one — knew at this moment which was his, be- sides himself. He could easily have told Cutter in the Pinon days ; but he wasn't protecting himself against him- self in those days, and he shouldn't tell him now. He could fancy even Cutter, with all his right-mindedness, palliating the obvious facts of the situation, or diminish- ing his clear obligation. The person he wished to tell, now, was Jasper. He could be depended on not to dimin- BENEFITS FORGOT. 307 ish the obligation. He would demand an account of every penny he had expended on the " Little Cipher " since the first pick was driven into the claim ; and would ask for any stray bits of silver he might have brought away in his pockets. Jasper knew his rights. That he (Philip) had staked out both claims in the beginning as his own, was nothing. That he had mentally turned over the " Little Cipher " to his brother when Jasper had written asking him to see what a " flier " of $500 would do for him on Mineral Hill, was all that would interest Jasper. Bless you ! he wouldn't care for the registry at the Land Office. If it had been the other way about, there might be some sense in showing by the Land Office books, the advertisements, and all that, that only one name had ap- peared in all the transaction, and that, legally, the two mines belonged to one person. But, in the present situa- tion, Philip's mental cession of the " Little Cipher " to him plainly settled the question. Jasper couldn't care to "go behind the returns," Philip said to himself, with a curl of his lip, as the spire of St. John's in the Wilderness came in sight, and he began to get his hand-luggage to- gether. The sight of the church recalled Dorothy to his mind, from which, in fact, she had never been absent since the memorable day of their last interview; and he said to himself that it was because he was unhappy, not because he was unwell, that the vile thought of the simple, the fluidly simple, course open to him dared dance about him beckoningly. If he had not wrecked himself with her, if he could think she could ever care for him, his normal state of cheerful spiritual health would come back to him, and such thoughts must find their proper place as nightmares. 308 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Dorothy ! Dorothy ! " he caught himself crying inwardly. " Can't you see that I must have you ! Can't you see that I can't live without you ! " As he left the train at the Maverick station, and went into the hotel, which stood on a level with the station platform, overlooking the arriving and departing trains, he met Maurice at the door, coming out. Maurice's round, handsome face, which we know found a smile readily when the occasion seemed worthy of it, wrinkled into a beaming smile of welcome for Philip. He offered him his large, fair, fat hand. " Why, my dear boy ! " he exclaimed in his mellifluous accents. " Just returned, are you ? " with a glance at the traps Philip was carrying in his hand. " It's good to see you again. It's a long time since you've let us have a glimpse of you. Oh, I know, I know ! " he exclaimed at Philip's deprecatory beginning. " We've been hearing of your doings." Maurice spoke with a benevolent smile. Philip wondered what he meant. He made a motion to walk by Maurice, whose considerable bulk blocked the narrow hotel entrance, with the purpose of depositing his luggage with the clerk of the hotel, whom he knew. But Maurice laid a fatherly hand upon his shoulder. " Don't do that. You are going on to the ' Snow Find ' in the course of the afternoon, I suppose ? " " No," returned Philip, abruptly ; " I'm not. I am going on to ' The Triangle ' to see my brother." " Oh, indeed. He left town a few days ago, to be gone a week ; so that what I was about to ask you to do holds good," he went on, without pausing to observe Philip's agitation. " You will be going on to your mine later in the day, as you can't see your brother, and you must come BENEFITS FORGOT. 309 on to the house, and lunch with us, and take on your things from there." " Why — " began Philip, confused and baffled by the news of Jasper's departure, and at a loss to understand Maurice's sudden warmth. This had hardly been his tone at their last meeting. Philip was about to say something which would have implied that Maurice was presuming on a relation between them which did not exist, when his companion broke in with : " Ah, that's good ! I hoped you would. Well, that's settled, then. You will want to get rid of the railway grime. We will go right on to the house, if you like. I was just returning home from some parish calls at the hotel. You know Mrs. Montgomery Bolton ? " Philip said he had seen her, as he walked on by Maurice's side, dazed and irresolute. He wished to see Dorothy, of course ; would he not be a fool to quarrel with his luck ; would he not be twice a fool to demand of Destiny, in Maurice's shape, the cause of this tempo- rary amiability ? He could have laughed, if he had been in a mood to laugh at anything, at the recollection of Maurice's cold and formal greeting at their last encounter. What intention towards him, what hope of service from him, was in the clergyman's mind ? XXII. Maurice did not leave him long in doubt. He con- gratulated him on his " strike " in the " Little Cipher," using the slang. He had heard of it from Cutter, he said. Was the assay as large as Cutter said ? 310 BENEFITS FORGOT. Philip had begun to hate the word " strike," and in his loathing for the congratulations which had pursued him since the first day, he was much further gone. The very conductor of his train from Bayles's Park had wanted to smoke a cigar with him on the strength of his strike. He had ceased to start at these felicitations, but they were irritating. If anything could have increased his grudge against Jasper for being the man to whom he must sur- render the " Little Cipher," it would have been that the circumstances of the case were things that one couldn't explain to a man who wanted to smoke a cigar with you. It was a fact, if any one liked to put it in that way, that he was turning over to his brother a mine to which Jasper had no claim save such as existed in one conscience ; but it wasn't the sort of fact that one could mention as one observes that it rains. It was impossible — he said this to himself when he found that he was not denying Maurice's congratulations in the first instant of hearing them — that he should ex- pose his motives to the comment of every mind he met on his way to Jasper. It wasn't decent ; and, at all events, would be intolerable. Yet in the next moment he saw that he must tell Maurice, though he was the last man to whose eye he should care to submit the spectacle of his moral processes. The moment lengthened, however, and he did not tell him. As the gate slammed behind them, and they stood in Maurice's front yard, Philip felt again that he must speak. It came upon him with renewed force that Maurice had a right to know, and that he would be wronging him in keeping silence. Maurice stood in an entirely different relation to the fact from any one else he had met since he BENEFITS FORGOT. 311 knew it himself. To keep silence in Pinon, or before his conductor, might be a matter of taste ; but not to tell Maurice was a kind of fraud, perhaps. He had opened his lips on the door-step, with no no- tion of the way in which he should begin, when Dorothy appeared at the bay window, which jutted out into her flower-bed in the yard. Philip had a vision of a black skirt, and an electric blue blouse on amiable terms with the fair face above it. She waved her hand gaily to her father with a gesture in which Philip might include him- self or not, as he liked. It seemed a very long time since they had spoken together ; it was a fortnight since he had seen her. The apparition at the window filled all his senses. He did not go on with what he was saying. The stainless white brow of Ouray, visible from the door-step, fantastically seemed to be wrinkling itself in reproach as he went in with Maurice. Maurice opened the door into the parlour far enough to say to Dorothy that Mr. Deed would stay to luncheon with them, and to ask when it would be ready ; and then led the way up-stairs to his own bedchamber, where Philip got rid of the railway dust, and did what he could by way of freshening the effect of the miner's dress in which he had hastily set out for Pinon, a fortnight before, lacking one day. He wondered how she would receive him. He braced himself for the reception, which he feared, and which he felt he had probably earned. She received him, however, — as he might have guessed, — as a hostess, not as a woman. Her expressionless cor- diality, her meaningless courtesy, daunted him. He would rather have been snubbed outright. Her father, who had taken up his stand with his back to the wood fire in the 312 BENEFITS FORGOT. grate, smiled on the meeting. A moment later he was called from the room by information from the servant that his sexton, Sandy Dikes, was waiting to speak with him. " Miss Maurice — " began Philip, entreatingly, as the door closed behind her father. She stopped him to ask if the room was not too hot for him. Philip was going hot and cold by turns, but the temperature was not at fault. He said it was not too hot for him, unless — " Oh, no," she said, shaking her head. Her smooth tones, her conventional smile of good so- ciety, began to madden Philip. He felt like an unprac- tised skater slipping impotently about on new ice. The passive r61e assigned to women, which puts them under so many disadvantages, certainly has its moments of triumph. Philip wondered if women must always use them as cruelly as Dorothy was using them, out of a will- ingness to avenge themselves on the other moments of helplessness to which the role condemns them. At last he looked into her eyes, and asked, without preface, " Is there boiling oil in all your punishments, Miss Maurice ? " " I don't know," she returned politely, with the same glittering and correct effect of having said nothing. " Because if I might choose the quality of my mercy, I should like it strained. I suppose I am not worthy of the unstrained. At all events, the steady drip, drip of it doesn't soothe me as it ought to. Please strain your mercy, Miss Maurice. What I need, I see, is open cru- elty." She stared at him a moment, in doubt how she should BENEFITS FORGOT. 313 answer this. " I am glad you think that," she said seri- ously, at last. "But you must look to some one else for it." " You mean that it is enough to have deserved such a punishment from a person without asking her to be at the pains of administering it ? " " I think you are much in the wrong." This time there was no mistaking her earnestness. " Good heavens, Miss Maurice ! have I been guilty of other crimes besides those I know ? " He paused nerv- ously, observing to himself how beautiful she was in the sudden pallor for which he blamed himself. The fair hair curling spontaneously about her high, white brow ; those melting grey eyes, dashed with the whimsical thread of brown; the delicate little mouth, which he had set vaguely quivering now ; the poise of her exquisite head — seized him with an irrelevant and fruitless yearning. "You know best about that," she said, and he saw she was answering a question he had forgotten the pur- port of. In an instant, however, he remembered. " Miss Maurice," he cried, " are you fair ? I give you my word I don't know what you are talking of, un- less you are still thinking of the wickedness I know of ; and I can't believe that it's only that." " No ; it isn't that," she told him, a little wearily. " Is it anything to do with that — with my brother ? " he asked desperately. "Yes." "I might have known it! Well, what, Miss Mau- rice ? " he demanded, in unconscious rudeness. " I have borne pretty much all I am able from Jasper. Has he been telling you how I have wronged him ? " 314 BENEFITS FORGOT. "Do you think that would be like your brother?" asked Dorothy, with an implication in her voice which nettled Philip beyond control. " No ; I don't, Miss Maurice. He probably told you how finely I have been behaving towards him, and you guessed the other thiug from a combination of your knowledge of me, and your certainty that Jasper would always have a chivalrous word for his enemy." " Now it is you who are not fair," she rejoined. " I don't mean to be unfair," he said, and there he stopped. " Did he tell you of his visit to the ' Snow Find ? '" he asked suddenly. " Is that it ? " " No," she returned tremulously. " I guessed it ; I forced it from him ; I surprised his confidence. And, after all, he would tell me nothing ; I would not let him tell me anything. But I understood." " Ah," exclaimed Philip, bitterly, " you understood ! " She rose haughtily. He saw that he had gone too far. " Oh, I am abominably rude ! Pardon me — or, don't pardon me ; tell me to go. But if you knew, Miss Mau- rice — " "Tell me," she begged. She put forth her hand. Philip seized it, and dropped it instantly. He turned away. " No, no ; I can't," he cried. " Somebody ought to tell you, perhaps. But I can't. It isn't — it isn't de- cent." He clasped his arms despairingly behind his shaggy head as he walked from her towards the window and stared out at the long backbone of the Sangre de Christo range. She guessed this for the pride it was ; but she had no information which could have enabled her justly to esti- BENEFITS FORGOT. 315 mate the obscure and multitudinous motives which made it up, and she was far from guessing the rightness of feel- ing which actually lay at the root of it. " But there is something I can tell yon, Miss Maurice," he said, turning suddenly, with a new light in his eyes which awed her. She shrank from him, and sat down hastily. " Perhaps it will explain for me — not this pre- cisely, but everything ; and if it explains nothing, why I shall be content that you should not understand my rela- tion to Jasper, either, because nothing will matter then. I have no right to tell it to you, though you have a right to know it. But I can't tell you unless you promise me to understand that it asks nothing of you, that it has no relation to you except as your knowledge of it may help you to — to understand — I love you. That is all. I love you." She dropped her eyes. " I wanted you to know," he said, in the silence that fell. " Yes," she whispered, in assent to this. " But I didn't want — I don't want the fact to exist for you, except as it may help you to think more kindly of me ; to — to understand." Philip believed that he meant this. " I have no right to speak of it — and absolutely no right to found anything further on it." He did not say it in the hope that she would contradict him ; but a pang shot through him when she did not. He should not have told her any more, he said proudly to himself, whatever she might have urged against this statement; but her silence whetted the pain at his heart. He rubbed the two half-dollars left over from his journey to Pinon against each other in his pocket, and thought how the actual oc- 316 BENEFITS FORGOT. casion of his forbearance lacked dignity ; it really wasn't as noble as it seemed, perhaps, for a beggar to refrain from a proposal of marriage. When the beggar happened to be as much in love as he, however, it was hard. " Well," he went on, as she still kept silence, " there's nothing more to say." He came over to her, and offered his hand in farewell. " Good-bye, Miss Maurice. If you ever give me a thought after this, remember, please, that whatever you have to think of me, it was in this way that I thought of you — that I shall always think of you." She still said nothing, and he turned to go. "But," she called after him, raising her head now, with a smile in which many emotions played, " you are going to stay to luncheon, Mr. Deed ? " He turned at the fancy of a note between roguish and caressing in the sound of her unsteady voice, and started towards her, withholding himself instantly. Then he re- membered what she had asked him, and could have smiled for the absurdity of his unhappy lover exit ar- rested by the banality of a luncheon engagement. " No — no, I mustn't," he found himself saying ; but he heard the door-knob turn in Maurice's firm clutch, and knew that he must. Maurice came in upon them, rubbing his large hands in smiling hospitality, and abandoned the amiable com- monplace he had ready for Philip, to glance sharply at the two. He concealed adroitly his sense of having inter- rupted an intimate collision ; but he followed them into the dining-room, after having asked Philip to give his arm to Dorothy, with a look of grave satisfaction on his face. BENEFITS FORGOT. 317 XXIII. The luncheon lagged, though it began with salmon, and went on to escalloped oysters, to quail on toast, and finally to a California fruit that none of them knew. Dorothy said she had forgotten its name ; it grew in a tin can — like the oysters and the salmon. They ate, save Maurice, as if the quality of the luncheon alone concerned them. Maurice talked beamingly about a host of sub- jects, in the full, orotund voice which sounded so well from the pulpit. He made all the talk. Philip was silent and ill at ease ; Dorothy answered her father and kept him going. She flushed when Philip once looked her way. After that they avoided each other's glances. When they were alone with their wine and cigarettes, — Maurice kept up the customs of a higher civilization jealously, — the clergyman told Philip the history of his purchase of the claret he was drinking with the delibera- tion which characterized his talk. Philip writhed in- wardly. He longed to get away. Maurice seemed to have plenty of leisure, however, and made no move to rise. He left inviting gaps in the conversation when he had done his story of the wine, as if he expected Philip to take it up, and Philip had begun dimly to divine an intention in this, when Maurice finally said himself : " I think, Mr. Deed, we may deal with each other quite frankly." He cleared his throat, caressing his wine- glass meditatively. Philip bowed politely across the table, not knowing what was coming, but feeling the assumption to be a safe 318 BENEFITS FORGOT. one. He had always been on his guard in his few conver- sations with Maurice. He did not trust him. He found himself constantly wondering what he was up to, what purpose underlay the obvious meaning of the things he said. " Yes ; so I thought," continued Maurice in response to his nod. He offered him cigarettes. Philip took one, and struck a match. As Maurice lighted his own, he glanced at his companion through the smoke, and asked, as if it were a casual question, " May I ask if I rightly infer that you have a more than common regard for my daughter?" Philip flushed. He was wholly at a loss for an answer. " I need not say that it is not to challenge such a re- gard if it exists, nor to question your action in any way, that I speak," continued Maurice in a conciliatory tone, anticipating the resentment of his inquiry which he began to see rising in Philip's face. " I should not ask if I had not good reason — the best of reasons. You w 7 ill quite agree with me, I am confident, when you understand what they are. But first, as to the main question. I need not repeat it ? " "No," said Philip, and was going on angrily, but stopped himself. "Yes; you are right. I love Miss Maurice." He remembered that he was talking to her father, who, after all, had an excellent right to question him. " Ah ! " said Maurice, " I have long believed as much. May I ask — it is my last question — if I am right in sup- posing that you have made Dorothy aware of this?" Philip remembered the scene on which the clergyman had just come in. He had hoped that it might never be BENEFITS FORGOT., 319 known to any soul ; least of all did he like to talk it over with Maurice. But he said helplessly and a little savagely, " It is true. Yes. But—" " She has refused you, then ? " Philip frowned. " I don't know why you assume — " he began. " Mr. Deed, we shall get on in this delicate matter only if we understand quite clearly that I speak as your friend," interrupted Maurice. He sipped slowly at his claret. " I know that I may not always have seemed so ; but I have learned — some things have come to my knowledge." Vaguely and doubtfully at first, and then surely, Philip had seen for himself that Maurice's inclination toward him was friendly. From whatever cause, out of the coldness he had kept for him hitherto ; out of the warm and friendly associa- tion with Jasper of which every one in Maverick knew ; out of the old liking for the match broken off by Dorothy, which Philip suspected in him ; and, at all events, out of the open favour he had lent the new relation between Jasper and Dorothy, this was the issue. It was strange, but he did not doubt it, and if he had doubted it, Maurice's next words must have been convincing. " I have heard the truth about you and your brother, and I have reason to believe that Dorothy is still in igno- rance of it. You are aware of the feeling I have had towards Jasper. I have liked him — we have liked him, and Dorothy still does. It is because I believe that Doro- thy's proper understanding of some things, just at this moment, may deeply affect her future and yours, and — mine, that I wish to offer you a friendly word." " You are very good," murmured Philip, plunging 21 320 BENEFITS FORGOT. about in his imagination for a final meaning beneath this. " No. If I am good, it is to Dorothy — to myself. You may believe that I should hardly be speaking to you in this way if it were not of vital concern to me that I should." He judged it unnecessary to enter with Philip into the facts he had lately learned regarding Jasper's present ten- ure of the ranch. The injunction against Snell had be- come town talk within two days of Jasper's departure, and had set all Maverick agog for the painful but interesting story which must be lurking behind this action of Jasper's. Maurice had heard the entire story from Cutter, who saw no reason to withhold the truth when Maurice questioned him at the post-office on the day he heard the rumour of the injunction. " I shall speak plainly, Mr. Deed, for both our sakes," the clergyman pursued. " I think it right you should know that your brother has proposed to Dorothy." "Jasper ! " cried Philip. He fronted Maurice abrupt- ly, perusing his face with an estranged regard. " Have you not known ? " exclaimed the clergyman. " Known I " repeated Philip, with a haggard face. " Yes ; oh, yes." And, after a moment : " He has offered himself. He has been accepted. Why do you bring me here to tell me this ? " " He has offered himself," assented Maurice, passing over Philip's tone with dignity, " but he has not been ac- cepted. Dorothy has promised him his answer within a week. The week will be at an end to-morrow." Philip opened his lips with a passionate impulse, but swallowed back his words, grinding his teeth. " What his answer BENEFITS FORGOT. 321 shall be depends, as I believe, upon the way in which you may receive what I have to say." " For God's sake, man, go on ! I'm listening." Philip bit his lip, and waited for what might follow, with his eyes fixed on the line of low-lying hills opposite Ouray, which were visible from the dining-room window. " Quietly, if you please, my dear young sir. This mat- ter, let me remind you, concerns me at least as much as it can concern you. Dorothy is my only daughter. My life goes with her happiness. But we can gain nothing by haste." Philip made an impatient gesture of apology. He stared at Maurice restlessly, across the table, with his chin in his hand, as he went on. " What I am about to say," continued the clergyman, "is most intimate. It touches a subject which I had hoped never to be obliged to reopen to any person living. Circumstances have ruled otherwise, and I have now only to add, in disclosing certain facts, that I shall look to you to regard them as communicated under the most sacred seal of confidence." These cautious guards and defences, these precautions against one knew not what, by turns tortured and sick- ened his companion. He found his perception reeling giddily every little while before the clergyman's abomina- ble flow of language, which seemed one sheen to him, like the glaze on paper. " I don't know whether you know precisely the cir- cumstances attending my departure from Laughing Val- ley City ? " said Maurice, interrogatively. He tried for a parody of the importance of the name in his voice ; but his anxiety came uppermost. Philip turned towards him quickly and said : " I am 322 BENEFITS FORGOT. glad to have the opportunity of letting you know, Mr. Maurice, that I do know rather more than it seemed a kindness to Miss Maurice to mention in the cave that day. I have never felt quite right about that. But it seemed to Cutter and me that she would not care to know that we had seen what passed on the hillside above the canon the day of the storm. If I had imagined that it could make a difference to you, I should have spoken long ago. It was Miss Maurice who was in my thoughts," he con- fessed. " Ah, I am glad of that — yes," mused the clergyman ; " glad, because it will help you to understand a feeling of mine about that — that circumstance. I have never told Dorothy the actual — the exact occasion of that scene on the hillside." Maurice leaned over towards Philip, and questioned his face closely. "Do you know it?" he asked. " No," said Philip. " Ah, well, perhaps that is as well, too. You will be- lieve, when I tell you this, that I am concealing nothing from you. The Vigilance Committee" — he gave them the title with a curl of his large, handsome lip, from which he stroked away his jaunty mustache — " thought me in the wrong in refusing to go and read the funeral service over two men who had died at Laughing Valley of smallpox." Maurice's face worked, and for a moment he did not attempt to go on. " The right or wrong of that we must leave to a higher tribunal," continued he, dis- missing the ethical question with a gesture. Philip shud- dered. " What immediately concerns us is that Dorothy has never known why I was forced to depart from the place." BENEFITS FORGOT. 323 "She must never know," said Philip, huskily. A vicarious sense of shame for the clergyman would not let him lift his eyes to look in his face. " Exactly. She must never know. But there is an- other matter of which she must not know." He turned a doubtful eye on his companion as he paused. Philip turned cold, wondering what worse thing this man could have done to shame his daughter. " It is, in a way, all the same matter," Maurice was saying, while his companion dumbly waited and wondered. Philip drew a breath of relief. " Information reached me a week since through a good friend of ours — of hers, of yours ; in point of fact, through Mr. Messiter, that — " "I beg your pardon. Is Mr. Messiter back in Mav- erick? I heard that he had returned to his mine at Laughing Valley." " So he has," responded the clergyman, with the ghost of an indulgent smile for Philip's transparent impulse of jealousy. " He came here a week ago, for the day only, to see me — in point of fact, to warn me. He had heard rumors at Laughing Valley that some of my enemies there had been inciting the bishop, when he visited the place a fortnight or so back, to take some action founded on this— this accusation against me ; and like the dear, good fellow he is, knowing what that must mean for Dorothy, he had posted down to Denver, without stop- ping to consult me, in the hope of inducing the bishop not to move in the matter." Maurice sighed. " It was good of him, but it was useless. Once brought to the ears of the bishop, I have always known what must hap- pen." Philip saw the green hills outside the window swim before his eyes. " And — well, the end of it is that 321 BENEFITS FORGOT. I have this morning a letter from the bishop — generous and temperate, even fatherly, but quite plain — suggesting that it would be convenient if I should let him have my resignation of my charge here." Philip took the letter he handed him, as he started up with an inarticulate groan on his lips. He carried it to the window, and stared at it for a moment helplessly ; the words refused to relate themselves to one another, and he finally turned and gave it back to Maurice, in silence. The clergyman shrank from the look on Philip's face as he put forth his hand to take the letter. " Yes," owned he ; u it's bad. It is a blow. I won't deny it. And yet not an unbearable blow to me. I have expected it, for one thing; and I see, now that it has come, that I have long been half willing." He looked at Philip sharply. " I was not made for a clergyman, Mr. Deed." " Oh, don't say that, man ! " The cry was torn from him. " For heaven's sake, don't say that ! " The igno- minious, the disastrous fact seemed to connect itself intol- erably with the thought of Dorothy ; it seemed to leave two lives in ruins. If it had been the clergyman alone, one would have seen only the tragic waste of a career. But as the fact involved Dorothy, Philip could not face it. Turning towards Maurice, he saw that a ghastly pallor had stolen over his face, which was sunk upon his breast. He went over to him, and clapped him on the shoulder. " Come ! " he said gently, with an indescribable min- gling of contempt and pity pulling at his heart. " Take this ! You will feel better." He poured a glass of the wine Maurice had been discussing in that moment of BENEFITS FORGOT. 325 after-luncheon talk which seemed now so far removed. The clergyman snatched it, and drank it off. Philip was ashamed to be a witness to his recovery of himself. He turned his back, and went to the window, within sight of which a rider was endeavouring to break the spirit of a bucking pony. There was a large open space behind the house, and untamed broncos were often brought here from the neighbouring livery-stable for this purpose. The tiresome iteration of the seesaw motion with which the brute was viciously endeavouring to throw his rider renewed Philip's restlessness. " You must go away from here," he heard himself say- ing to Maurice, as he turned in the need of action, or the suggestion of action. " You must go at once." Maurice shook his head with the sadness of superior knowledge. " No, no ! It is ended. I shall never preach again." Philip was appalled. " Oh, my dear sir, shake this off ! For your daugh- ter's sake, — for Dorothy's sake, — shake it off ! " Maurice looked up at him with a mournful smile. " Shake it off ! My dear young man, I have been dis- missed. I have been disgraced. Oh, my God ! " he cried, breaking down suddenly, and burying his face in his hands. Philip bit his lip. For a moment there was silence in the room. Then there came a ring at the outer door, and a knock at the door of the room in which they were. Philip darted to it, with the fear in his throat that it might be Dorothy. It was the servant, come to say that Mr. Yertner was in the parlor. " Say that Mr. Maurice will see him presently," Philip said. 326 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Do you mean to say that you could not secure an- other parish ? " he demanded, as he returned. Maurice, who had risen at the knock, and was rest- lessly pacing the room with his hands in his pockets, stopped before the table, littered with the remains of the meal, and absently took a bonbon from a plate. " Secure it ? Perhaps. Keep it ? No. This story would rise. Oh, I'm not degraded from my office ; I'm not unfrocked, as they used to call it ! " He laughed scornfully. " It's simply a story — the most powerful, the most subtle, the deadliest, the most pitiless enemy a man can know. If I were younger, or — let me say it all — if I cared for my calling as I once did, if I could be back at twenty-five again, fresh from the seminary, a young di- vinity student, with the old fire, with the old feeling that the priesthood was the holiest, the noblest, almost the only possible vocation in the world — ah, then I might go on and fight it out. I might try to live it down. But I don't care. I have learned to live another life. I have always wanted to do other things, and x even when I cared most for my work, I have clone them. I have done them, at last, so much that they own me. I don't care" he re- peated in a kind of cry of pain, and stopped short in his march from end to end of the room, to add, looking Philip in the eyes — " except — except for one thing." Philip framed her name with his lips. Maurice nodded. " For Dorothy I would give all that remains to me of life ; for Dorothy I would go on in this work of mine, if they would let me, always. She cares for it. To see me give it up will be a shock to her. To see me forced to leave it in disgrace would kill her." " She must not know it," said Philip, setting his teeth. BENEFITS FORGOT. 327 " Must not," repeated Maurice. He stopped again, and faced Philip. " Ah, I hoped you would say that ! I knew it. You understand, then, my purpose in telling you. You can see, now, how it is that the man who is to marry Dorothy should share this purpose with me." " To keep the knowledge from her ? " asked Philip, quietly. He divined with contempt how Maurice must be doomed to long with all his cowering soul that Dorothy should never come to know him as he was ; but he forced himself to do justice to the impulse of love which had the same need., Maurice loved his daughter ; he forgave him much for that. " To keep the knowledge from her," repeated Maurice. "Perhaps you can also understand how it is necessary that he should be able to keep it from her." "Able?" "If I give up my calling, Mr. Deed, I give up the only means I know of earning a living. I can stay in it, and fight, and she must know ; or (the question of liveli- hood being done away with) I can leave it apparently of my own will, and she need not know. I must stay in it, if I must go on earning my living ; I must leave it, if she is not to know." Philip regarded him in amazement. The words sang through his head backward and forward. He made noth- ing of them. " Yes," he assented, without knowing to what he as- sented. ^ " A week ago I should have been saying this to your brother. I know him now. It is impossible that I should any longer wish his marriage with Dorothy. And yet it may still have to be. You know Dorothy's relation to 328 BENEFITS FORGOT. Jasper. Why not say it frankly? You know that she once cared enough for him to engage herself to him." Philip bit his lip. "You can judge whether it is un- likely that she will accept Jasper to-morrow when he comes, if nothing happens." Philip clenched his hands. " Likely ? It is certain ! You don't know ! " " I do know," rejoined the clergyman, quietly. " I have gathered my own impressions — from Dorothy, from the discontinuance of your visits to us, from other things. I know what Dorothy thinks ; and I know, now, that she is wrong. It is because of that I speak." Maurice looked at him keenly. " I wish something to happen," he said. Philip felt himself choking. " Do you mean — Speak out, man ! Do you mean that — that you think I have a chance with her ? " " Ah, I must not say. I recommend you not to be discouraged." " Oh, if I thought it ! " cried Philip. " I only ask you to remember my situation — hers — what we have said." " Tell me," exclaimed Philip, fiercely, with a sudden thought, " have you told all this to Jasper, and has he refused to listen? " " No," returned the clergyman, without offence, and with the sad calm that remains to the purposes of a broken man ; " I have spoken first to you. I shall state the necessities of the case to him only if you force me to." A wild joy played through Philip's veins. He turned away to hide his unhoped-for happiness, with its perfect mingling of a satisfied, a richly satisfied debt. He drank deep of the pleasure of holding Jasper's fate in his hands BENEFITS FORGOT. 329 before he would turn and face Maurice again. It was worth while to have borne what he had borne from Jasper for this moment. " You will see now — I may say it frankly, since you understand, now, that it implies no reflection on you — how, in my present situation, in Dorothy's situation, I could not let her think of a poor man, even if she were inclined to." Philip started. He remembered his old, his rooted distrust of Maurice. Was it possible that all this story was devised — cooked up? But if it was, what was its object ? He had nothing to give Maurice ; he could do nothing for him. Surely he was the type of poverty. And then, in an instant, he saw. He perceived that he stood on the brink of a precipice, and realized that he had brought himself to it. It was not Maurice. Beside him the clergyman was a man of truth and justice and honour. " That is so," he heard the clergyman going on, " be- cause the man who marries Dorothy must be able to make it practicable for me to leave the ministry, now, at once ; and, naturally, without the scandal which would kill her." He paused. Then, after a moment : " But if Dorothy should listen to you," he added, "it must be so for another reason. If Dorothy should engage herself to any one but your brother, it is right to tell you that I must be prepared to find a considerable sum at once." Philip's eyes fell. The clergyman studied his face attentively. The younger man raised his eyes at last, and gave back Maurice's look. "Why?" he asked coldly. 330 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Because I owe your brother rather more than five thousand dollars." "Jasper? Why? How?" " The larger part of it was a loan from him to enable me to take a share in Vertner's paper, ' The Kalendar.' The rest is made up of smaller sums, borrowed before and since. It began with a trifling loan to assist me in escap- ing from certain difficulties, rising out of my Church School of Music in Michigan. You may have heard of my failure there. I have always been grateful to him for that. And from time to - time I have wanted money. I have never been able to make my tastes harmonize with my income. I think you know how that is, Mr. Deed." Philip winced at this home-thrust, and winced even more at the association of himself with the pitiable man before him. " Things which to a certain order of mind seem luxuries, to us — to me are necessities. Jasper has found his account in this. When I have wanted money, he has always pressed it on me. He has had his purpose. But he has not let me feel it. A week ago, after he had spoken to Dorothy, he sought me at the station. He re- minded me then." " Cad ! " exclaimed Philip under his breath ; but his mind was already far away. A thousand thoughts went racing through his head, grouping themselves odiously, and dissolving again in strange and alluring shapes. His companion did not respond, and the conversation fell. Philip sat staring moodily at the stove, which, in this room, replaced the usual open fire. A kettle hummed on it, purfling on the air its leisurely cloud of steam. The cat, lying before the stove, purring regularly, and the BENEFITS FORGOT. 331 ticking of the clock on the mantel made the silence hideous. Philip knew that his hope of Dorothy, his future, and his honour lay on the other side of this silence. In the swift, final moment of temptation, if a man may be said to think, it is at least not his present thought which decides. The thoughts already allowed himself ; the trivial consents ; the reasoned compliances gone before, determine for him. He may even find himself bound by his silences. And for Philip, casting about in the blind fever of his hope to save himself, the right and whole- some thoughts which he could still conjure to his aid were answered not by another and an evil thought, but by a feeling— a sweet, strong ecstasy, that gripped and held him, and seemed to have its own sacredness. Maurice's secret — was it likely that Jasper would keep it from Dorothy beyond the moment in which it served his interest to guard it? Had not he, Philip, the pre- eminent right of reverence, of tenderness, over a future that must always be threatened by the knowledge of what Maurice had told him? And he loved her. Did Jasper love her as he loved her? A passionate belief in the supreme right of his love filled him. Yet all the rectitude of a life unspotted by an act of wrong rose in protest. Little impulses mingled with the big. A certain pride which he had always kept about his final integrity in money affairs, in the midst of the loose- ness about them of which every one knew, caused him to smart in imagination. He seemed to see that he could not do this thing ; not for any happiness the earth could hold, not for Dorothy. He opened his lips to tell Maurice that the " Little 332 BENEFITS FORGOT. Cipher " was Jasper's, and that, if he sought a man strong in the strength that wealth gives, it was to him that he really must turn ; but the silent shaping of the sentence in which he should tell him, gave the whole story of his real relation to Jasper back to his memory. Was it more or other than a fair exchange — the ranch for the mine ? It was ever Jasper's taunt that he did not pay his debts. There was a debt he would pay. The accumulations, the additions, the compound interest of insult and offence, now gathered themselves in his mind into a single bulk, in the face of which all scruples grew absurd. He would pay the debt ; and if he overpaid it, there was always the obligation his father owed Jasper. The balance could be credited to that account. As he thought of his father, the savage impulse of hate which had caused him to gloat a few moments earlier in the knowledge that Jasper's future lay in his hands, sent a sweep of exultant yearning for vengeance through him. He saw that in all his forbearance towards Jasper, in his softening of his father's wrath, in the just course he had tried to walk with his brother since Jasper had wronged him, the black hate which now rose in his heart had its part. It must always have lain crouched there. It seemed now to spring out from him into an awful aloof- ness, where, with a beast's instinct, it had the will, if he would let it, to rend and tear. Was he to give this man a fortune ? Was he to beggar himself for him ? He was ready to do that. He meant to do it. But how if to impoverish himself and to enrich Jasper was to lose the new hope of Dorothy, thrilling along his pulses like wine? Could he bear it? Perhaps. BENEFITS FORGOT. 333 But to lose her that Jasper might win her ? He shook his head with a gentle smile of scorn. " Well ? " inquired Maurice. Philip rose suddenly. A light shone in his eyes. " May I speak to Miss Maurice ? " The clergyman glanced at him in surprise. But he rose, and went to the door with him. " Yes." Philip passed out into the hallway with the nicker of a smile on his set lips. XXIV. The sun was dyeing the paper stained glass in the hall windows to a similitude of the costly beauty they imitated as Dorothy went to the front door at sound of the bell. Through one of the palest lozenges of glass she discerned a figure which she knew for Vertner's. His hand was on the bell when she opened the door to him. " Oh, are you back, Mr. Vertner ? " she said, offering him her hand. " Yes. You just saved yourself. In another minute I should have started that slam-bang gong on its errand of destruction." It was one of the gongs, set in the door it- self, which explode a clangour through the house, sending a shiver to the remotest nerve of the structure. " There would be bells in your landlord's house if we had the building of it, wouldn't there ? We'd have them in the window- sashes ; they'd go off when Oozzens opened his bureau drawers ; they'd be concealed in chairs ; we'd pave 334 BENEFITS FORGOT. the house with them ; he'd go to sleep to a weird whir from the cellar, and wake to the unmerciful buzz of one of the things by his bedside. I think we could fix him out. How's your father ? " Dorothy smiled, and changed the subject with his own facility. " Papa is very well. Would you like to see him ? He is at luncheon with Mr. Deed, but he will be in in a moment." She opened the door into the little parlour at the front of the house. " Don't disturb him," said Vertner, as he walked briskly over to the plant-stand on which Dorothy kept her winter flowers, and put his face down into a geranium. " You made out with the cactus, didn't you ? You must show Beatrice. No ; it was only a little matter." "About the paper?" " Well, partly. I've got a new idea about ' The Kalen- dar.' But I think I must have wanted to see you as much as anything. We haven't talked ' schemes ' for a long time, have we ? " It had been a joke between them since the day of their conference about the paper that Vertner must always dis- cuss a new scheme with Dorothy before finally commit- ting himself to it. He pretended to defer to her advice, and Dorothy pretended she believed that he did. " Oh, no," assented Dorothy. " What is the new one, Mr. Vertner ? Is it a bonanza or a gold-mine ? I'm sure ' some one is bound to go into it if you don't,' and that it will give you the ' cinch on the whole business,' " she said, parodying his phrases fearfully ; " but do you think we ought to go into it ? Should we ' come in on the ground floor ' ? That's the important point for us to consider, isn't it ? " BENEFITS FORGOT. 335 She made these suggestions absently. She was think- ing of something else. " Well, I don't know," rejoined Vertner, gazing at the blooming cactus, while he swung his hat between his legs. " Don't you think we ought to make sure first whether Schlesinger will sell ? " Dorothy brought herself back to give this question the advantage of her judgment, and they laughed together as Vertner explained his plan of forming a syndicate to buy up the entire municipality of Spesiana, a deserted city in the mountains, which had enjoyed its boom, but had not lived through it. Vertner meant to organize another boom. Schlesinger had bought most of the city lots on speculation, but he would sell, now, if he was approached right. The boom would begin after the sale. He said he could work the newspapers. Vertner noticed that Dorothy's attention wandered. She usually listened to his schemes intently ; and guessing that something interested her more at the moment, he changed the subject with, " So Jasper is back ? " " Mr. Deed ? No ; it is Mr. Philip Deed who is with papa." " ISTo ? Is it ? I want to see him. I want to con- gratulate him. You heard, of course ? " "About his mine? Oh, yes; Mr. Cutter told us." "You don't seem very glad," he said, glancing at her. " Glad ? Oh, yes." " Well, then, not enthusiastic." Dorothy regarded him studiously a moment without speaking. Many thoughts were going through her mind, many considerations ; and at last a resolution seemed to 22 336 BENEFITS FORGOT. enter it, for she said suddenly, and with an effect of bracing herself : " Mr. Vertner, do you know Mr. Philip Deed very well ? " Vertner was instantly serious. " Yes, Miss Maurice. Very well. Why ? " he asked kindly. " Because — You will know of a difference he has had with his brother — a quarrel, I — I don't know what. I haven't liked to ask. But I must ask some one, now. And you — you will know." The uncharacteristic hesitations, the tremulous ad- vances and retreats, seemed to Vertner to call on his chivalry. " But surely you have heard — " he began blunder- ingly. " I have heard of the injunction which Mr. Jasper Deed has secured against his brother — something about his ranch. Yes. He has had to defend himself, at last." " Who ? " " Why, Mr. Deed." " I beg your pardon, Miss Maurice, but which ? " " Mr. Jasper Deed, of course." "Jasper?" She nodded. " Jasper 9 " he repeated. " Jasper defend himself, and 4 at last ' ? Miss Maurice ! Why, would you mind telling me how much you do know of this ? " She shook her head in rueful bewilderment. " I don't know." " Well, you know how things stood when he went away. Let's find a basis, Miss Maurice. This hurts my poor head." BENEFITS FORGOT. 337 " But you don't suppose he would tell me, surely ? You know him, Mr. Vertner. Does it seem likely that he could condemn his brother to me if — if he had suf- fered from him ? You don't know. Even if it were likely, it would have been impossible to him, to any one, as — as things have been." "Would it?" asked Vertner, in a daze. "Oh, yes; of course it would ! " And then, " To whom ? " "To whom?" " Yes ; whose impossibility ? who couldn't ? Yes ; that's what I mean ? " " Mr. Jasper Deed," she said quickly. " Who else could I mean?" " Oh, I don't know ! I don't know ! " cried Vertner, beating back an imaginary army of conjectures with his outstretched palm. Then falling sober again, "Philip, for one, I should say, Miss Maurice." " Before lie went away, did you mean ? " " Well, yes," drawled Vertner. « But—" "And did he never tell you how things stood in this case of Deed versus Deed ? " "Ah, you expect him to have condemned himself? So did I. I thought him strong enough. I believed he would rather condemn himself than let me doubt his brother wrongly. Oh, if he had been strong enough for that, I should have believed in him always ! I should have known. He did not believe that I would know. He would not believe that I should understand how his brother could be maddening, and he — he hot-headed." " And do you mean to say — ? " cried Vertner. " Oh, no, no ! I knew the boy was a wild and roaring unicorn 338 BENEFITS FORGOT. on some subjects, but I never supposed he could go and be such an ass. And you have been thinking that lie was the one to blame in all this row with Jasper ! Oh, that's very pretty ! " He paused a moment to contemplate the beauty of the idea. " And you never knew that Jasper had done his brother out of his share in the ranch by a foul trick, and broken his father's heart by the same op- eration, and sent him to — You never knew all that ! " he exclaimed, breaking off suddenly. " And you've been thinking — oh!" Vertner exclaimed. "Why, you must keep up with the news of the day, Miss Maurice," he told her, when he could speak. " You mustn't let these facts of contemporary human interest get by you in this way ; though, come to think of it, I don't know how you could have heard about it, unless Phil had told you. Except Deed and his wife, who have taken their knowledge off to heaven knows where, no one knows anything about it but Philip and myself. Jasper knows about it. But he didn't tell you ? No ; naturally. There has been one other — the fellow who bought the ranch — Snell. But he's been keeping it dark, i" don't know what's possessed to." " Bought the ranch ? " gasped Dorothy. " Mr. Snell?" "Yes. Oh, yes. That's just a little bit from this picturesque muss. You shall have the rest if you like the sample." " Tell me the whole, please, Mr. Vertner. Tell me everything," cried Dorothy in a brave voice that died away in a quiver. When Yertner found himself in the street a little later, after telling her the whole story, including Deed's and Margaret's share in it, he turned towards home, BENEFITS FORGOT. 339 cursing himself roundly. He did not like to see a woman cry. Dorothy stood with her face pressed against the pane, looking out desperately towards the big, uncaring mountains. She felt Philip by her side, and could not turn her face. They stood together in the window, for a moment, in silence. " Would it matter if I said — " began Philip in a low tone. But at the sound of his voice she turned her streaming eyes upon him, and he stood gazing into them. " Don't ! " she begged brokenly. " Don't ! " He shrank. It was like a ghostly voice crying out on him to stay his purpose. " No ; you must listen ! " he had said incoherently, before he knew. He did not know what he meant to ask her to listen to. He seized her hand involuntarily. She caught it away. " No ! " she cried. " No ! You don't know ! " His conjecture darted instantly to her father. Had she heard ? Was the little leaven of another's good to fail his act? Was she to suffer, notwithstanding? The flux and influx of his will about the odious thing he was doing went on in him subconsciously in the face of his resolve to take his right, to use the mine which was not his, to square accounts with Jasper, to deal with him as he had been dealt by. The thought that he should not benefit her daunted him. He seemed now to himself to find his only warrant for his act in this little note of right, of kindness, or of love, which sang within it somewhere. " I have wronged you, Mr. Deed," he heard her saying, 340 BENEFITS FORGOT. as all his resolve seemed sucked away from him in the sudden outflow of his will. " Oh, I have wronged you bitterly ! " He looked up. " Wronged me ? " he cried. " Yes, yes ! Oh, yes ! We can't speak of it. There's nothing I can say or do that could make you know how — how I feel to have — to have — " He saw the tears start in her eyes with a shock of shame. " I hope there isn't, Miss Maurice. Don't try to say anything like that. Pray, don't. I couldn't bear it." " But I must. Your silence — I misconstrued it. I thought—" "And you don't think so now? I'm glad of that." He took her hand, and this time she let him keep it a moment. " But — you don't know what I have thought of you." Philip frowned, but he said with a smile, " I don't care ; or I sha'n't if you'll tell me what you think now." He bent over her, looking into her eyes. She dropped her gaze to the carpet. " Look up ! " he said. She obeyed him slowly. They let their eyes rest on each other, and melt and mix in a glance that taught them each other. Then he stooped shyly, and kissed her. XXV. The days that followed were very dear to Dorothy. She had given herself wholly to Philip in that first meet- ing of the lips, which seemed to make all things straight, BENEFITS FORGOT. 341 and straight forever. She had her reserves with him, but she had no doubts. She knew now that she had been his, and only his, from the beginning. She thought of Jasper, as she now saw him, with a shudder, and made up to Philip in her heart, if not in the outward expressions she allowed herself, for every kindly impulse towards Jasper she had known. For the contumely which she seemed to herself to have heaped on Philip in believing him in the wrong in the question between him and Jasper, she could find no proper penance. But the purity, the instinctive morality, the pitiless, colorless sense of right which Jasper feared and admired in her, saw in this silence of Philip's, which had gone so near to cost them each other, a nobility be- yond praise. Philip laughed at this when she told him of it in the long interchange of confidences which filled the afternoon, after he had spoken and had taken his an- swer from her. She liked to have him laugh ; but she said that however wicked and wrong and dangerous it was to have kept that silence, it was fine, and she would not have had him speak — especially when he saw that she doubted him — even if — " Even if — ?? " queried Philip, with the rising inflection of impudence. She looked at him for a moment in affectionate mus- ing. He reached from the other end of the sofa, where they were sitting, and took her hand. " No," she said, as her eyes filled spontaneously with happy tears ; " I should never have forgiven you if you had let it go so far as that!" She began to abuse his foibles to win her way back to her reserves. She said it wouldn't do to spoil him too 342 BENEFITS FORGOT. much. He had spoiled himself enough already. It was no wonder that she had been a long time making up her mind to accept such a reckless, careless, extravagant, haphazard lover. " Oh, come ! " cried Philip. " There was nothing haphazard about my love. I wished sometimes that there might be." " There's something haphazard about *a young man who buys three ponies when he can't possibly use more than one." "Not when one of them is for a young lady who chooses to take a view of things, after the purchase of ponies, which makes it impossible to ask her to ride one of them." Dorothy blushed. " Oh ! " He made her agree to use one of the ponies as her own ; and when he had taken himself off to the " Snow Find," having first given his orders about the pony at the stables, where he had left the animal after he had ceased to see Dorothy, she sent word to the livery-stable people that she should want to ride in the morning, early. She caught sight of Ernfield's boy passing the house on his way to the stables, and despatched the message by him. " Be'n gittin' good news, Miss Maurice ? " inquired Fred, as he laid a hand on the phaeton she had come from the house to stop. She saw that he recognized the happiness in her face ; and she liked Fred well enough, and felt safe enough with him to say, " Yes, Fred — very." But she admonished her- self that this public expression of her happiness wouldn't do ; and she asked Fred about Dr. Ernfield. BENEFITS FORGOT. 343 " Oh, Doc's all broke up lately," said the boy. " / do' know what's the matter of him. He usen't to be like that. He don't seem to have his old git up an' git any more, Doc don't. Here I be'n drivin' round to tell our patients that we can't come to-day. We're laid up, we are ; and that's the way it goes." » Dorothy's heart went out to Ernfield in a pity which took a new edge from her own fortune. She asked Fred, while she smiled at his invariable air of proprietorship in Ernfield, to tell the doctor that she was coming to see him next day, if he would let her. She felt as if her love somehow consecrated her to all the suffering and failure and misfortune everywhere. She felt as if she must be worthy of her bliss ; it must teach her to look out, not in. There was a fresh force in the world ; it was created anew. It seemed to her that her whole life must be an outgiving of the great spiritual truth which had descended upon her. Her one word, of which she had learned the mean- ing for the first time to-day, seemed to explain so much, to make so much perplexity smooth, to melt so much doubt and trouble, to make foolish so much striving. The joy which knocked at her heart, and seemed to beat there sometimes as if it would burst its gates, was not a thing of which either she or Philip should take all the good. It was for everybody ; only, she thought, they should not know what blessed them. And in the morning, as a be- ginning, she took her ride. It was a good ride. She seemed to find herself in it, and these early, sunny morning hours, in which she fled along the mesa alone, in a sweet abandonment to the joy of the motion of the morning, and of the inward tumult of her thoughts, remained always in her memory as mo- 344 • BENEFITS FORGOT. ments a little better than speech could report. Even Philip she never told of this ride. They took many rides together, however, in the valley, and among the mountains, and up the mountains ; and the compensatory law of Nature by which the work of the world is continued in the face o# an engagement enabled the usual output of ore to be taken from the " Snow Find " daily, with little assistance from Philip. Cutter was one of Nature's assistants in this, and the lovers recognized together his unfailing goodness. Philip went back and told her about their life together at Pinon. He said affectionately that Cutter was an awful ass, and the best fellow in the world. He should be sorry when he grew less an ass, because he might be less entirely the best fel- low. He said, moreover, he was afraid that the West was teaching him something; he feared he was acquiring sense about some things; he could see his affectations dropping away from him one by one. And then he told her about Cutter's affair with Elsa Berrian, and Dorothy compassionated him tenderly. She wished every one they liked to be engaged, to be happy in their love. She said hard things of Elsa, but she professed to be sure that she and Cutter would understand each other, finally, as they had. Surely they had suffered enough from misunderstandings, but all had fallen out well with them. Philip ridiculed her optimism; and then he asked her if she was quite sure that even they were beyond the reach of the accidents of fate. They would sometimes feign themselves lost to each other for the pleasure of surprising their happiness afresh ; but some- thing in Philip's voice made her turn upon him quickly. " Why ? Is there something ? Have you heard from BENEFITS FORGOT. 345 your brother ? What is it, Philip ? " She laid a gentle hand on his arm. They were riding on the pine-covered mesa. Philip denied to himself the ache and the foreboding out of which he had spoken, as he held aside a bough to let her pass. " Nothing," he said. " Why should there be any- thing?" " I don't know. Everything makes me afraid. It was never so until — until I had this to lose. It seems to me every little while as if something must happen. Perhaps we are too happy." She sighed, and Philip laughed down the wasteful use of a present happiness as an object for the threats of destiny. " Do you suppose," he asked, " that no two people were ever happy enough before to excite the jealousy of the evil-minded fates?" And he added that the fates were still kept so busy on the Atlantic seaboard that they hadn't had time yet to come West and grow up with the country. " They may be wrecking the happiness of some loving pair in Connecticut, or Massachusetts, or New York at this moment. In fact, it's likely. But they haven't time for Colorado. Business is too brisk where they are." She laughed, and Philip proposed a gallop. He was willing to be rid of his own thoughts. Dorothy liked to make him see how she had come to be such a goose about the proportion of his guilt in the affair with Jasper. It involved accusations on both sides, and, on the whole, they liked the security with which they might now accuse each other as well as anything. She asserted that her idea about that affair was not merely the 346 BENEFITS FORGOT. natural conclusion, but that she should think the same thing again. " Oh, come ! " cried Philip. " Not quite ! " " I don't know," said Dorothy, judicially. " You see what I went on. I was sure you were a hasty, hot-tem- pered, sensitive, high-strung, harum-scarum young man," she said, smiling at him, " and I knew your brother for a gentleman of judgment. You must remember that he had never given me any reason to doubt his honesty or his — his virtues. They weren't romantic, like the vices of some other people I could name, but they were solid. At least they seemed so. I believed in them, at any rate ; I sup- pose I ' esteemed ' them. Isn't that the word ? " " You took good care not to esteem my virtues, I observe." "Did I?" quizzed Dorothy. "I hadn't noticed. Were they about?" " They weren't estimable." " I'm sure I didn't esteem them." " I believe you. You were busy." " Yes," she said, with a little arch lift of her eyelid ; "loving them." They had been climbing the hill which Margaret and Ernfield had once climbed. He caught her hand to his lips. It was easy to answer such expressions — of which, how- ever, she was very frugal — in the manner allotted to them, and to find the moment's happiness which they should produce to the normal lover; but it was impossible to keep this content. And when he was away from her, in the face of every reason for joy, he was blankly miserable. Cutter, who was the first to whom he told the news of his BENEFITS FORGOT. 347 engagement, and who rejoiced in it as became a friend, noticed his moodiness, as Vertner and Ernfield did, also, after a time ; and they twitted or gibed him after their several fashions, until Cutter saw it was serious, and set himself to help him, if he could. But Philip repulsed him almost rudely. In the long nights he thought he must tell her ; but when he saw her radiant face again, it was seen to be impossible and absurd. No ; he had bought his happi- ness with a price. If the price was high, the more reason for not risking it by suffering foolish qualms to tempt him to the revelation which hung always on his lips. He thought sometimes that she must read his secret in his eyes. How could it be that a man should lose the power to face himself in the defenceless moments of solitude, and fail to show it in his countenance ? He could still make it seem right — what he had done as it touched Jasper. Nay ; it sometimes seemed as finely, as excellently, right as it had seemed in the moment which had persuaded him to the wrongful silence he was now committed to. But as it lived in the same world with Dorothy it was a foul and unspeakable thing ; it was to the full the wrong, or more than the wrong, it could have seemed to his old rectitude, if it had approached him in its naked guise, with no question of Jasper, of vengeance, of wrong for wrong, or of the love for which he had done it. This love was now good and sweet to him only as he could find a purity of impulse in himself answerable to the purity of hers ; to his inmost core he felt soiled by what he had done. Her very caresses were a shame to him. He thought how she must start away from him if she knew. 348 BENEFITS FORGOT. In these moods he framed a dozen passionate confes- sions in which he told her that he was a scoundrel beneath the least of her kindnesses ; he said that he had her love on false pretences ; that she should know him — all of him — to know how unworthy he was. He said in these con- fessions which were never made that he would go away ; that they would not meet again ; and that — at this point a crazy pang of jealousy would intrude, and he would remember that he could not leave her to Jasper. He knew that she now despised Jasper. Yet this seemed possible or even probable. In the midst of this harassment of mind small things gave him pleasure. It was with a strange joy, for ex- ample, that he arranged the details of borrowing, on the security of the " Little Cipher," the sum which Maurice owed Jasper. He transacted the business, giving him the money that was to deliver Maurice from Jasper, and to place Dorothy forever beyond him, with a pleasure hardly diminished by the sense that he was at the same time giving the final sanction to his deed, and making retreat impossible. He recognized, with a start, as he stood by the bank- er's counter, the feeling which he had accused in his father. His own perception of the unwisdom, the wrong, of reprisal upon Jasper, he had played utterly false, and he found himself rejoicing in having done so. He knew now the exultation his father had felt in squaring himself with Jasper. Still more clearly, but sadly, he saw how his father had been led to cast back in his face his own seeming ingratitude. Ah, if he could only get at his father, they might understand each other now. His father was the one per- BENEFITS FORGOT. 349 son to whom lie could fancy himself telling his story un- reservedly, if he could only find him and reconcile himself to him. He did not believe he would be the surer that his plea for Jasper had been the false one it would now more than ever seem, though he thought of this. What came to him was that his father was the one man who could wholly know the goaded mind in which it had come to him that he could not let Jasper win his love from him, too. The thought made the discovery of his father's where- abouts even more than the immediate necessity it had been for the past two months. He enjoyed the reflection that Jasper would now be indirectly furnishing him with the money for lack of which he had hitherto failed to find him. He said to himself that he would start soon — at once ; and then he recalled that he had promised himself to remain in Maverick until Jasper's return. If Jasper should ever come to know what he had done, he did not wish to give it to him to say that he had dodged away. He wished to face him. He was not ashamed of what he had done — not, at least, before Jasper. He did not find his feeling about it, even as it touched Dorothy, continuous. There were odd lapses in it, fol- lowed by quick returns of remorse. It would die away from him in good hours, when they talked together, and grow a callous lump which he was conscious of carrying about in his bosom as a burden ; but he was not constantly sure of its meaning. At these times his willingness to enjoy the nearest pleasure, his liking for the comfortable, the agreeable arrangement, minded him to keep it out of his sight, if he could, and forget it. Surely he had a right to his hardly won bliss ; and if he had not, no 350 BENEFITS FORGOT. one was likely to be benefited by any foolish asceticism about it, unless, indeed, Jasper, whose enjoyment of his brother's incapacity to taste the joy he had snatched from him, being imagined, helped Philip to forget man- fully. They sometimes talked of Jasper to make sure of their possession of each other; they even indulged a wonder why he did not return, though, in their hearts, neither wished his return. They felt instinctively that his return would set a period to their present state ; their next state might be better or worse, but it would not be the same. The first days of the betrothal come but once, and they hedged them jealously from the world. Dorothy would not let him make their engagement known beyond the little company of their friends, and made him pledge each of them to secrecy, for a time yet. She said she knew it must come ; she would have to be congratulated ; she would have to see her engagement take its place among the gossip of the town, in the news of the day : but she was not ready for that yet. It was only one degree from having to feel, as she knew she would be made to feel, that a marriage was just a marriage — an interesting public function, surrounded by the usual circumstance of ushers, orange flowers, white silk, carriages, subdued whispers, rapturous comment, Lohengrin, and all the rest of it. She might as well be a statistic, and have done with it. She admitted that their marriage would be in the census ; but she was willing to postpone her sense of its civic importance. Sometimes in their rides long silences would fall, and perhaps they communicated with each other most fully in these. But they liked to speak of the time when a little BENEFITS FORGOT. 351 turn, one way or the other, might have lost them to each other, as it seemed. Dorothy would not admit that any chance could have been strong enough really to keep them apart; upon which Philip asked her what she said to the chance which she had given herself to accept Jasper. " Suppose I hadn't come along ? Suppose Vertner hadn't let on what an extra-abused fellow I was ? It's even betting what answer he would have got." " Well, he hasn't come back for it," suggested Dor- othy. "No; but if he had?" " I gave myself a week," she said demurely. " Do you mean that you gave me a week ? Take care ! I sha'n't believe that you were spending all your time dis- liking my part in the row with Jasper." " Oh, you may believe what you like," she rejoined, flicking her horse with the quirt Philip had given her. But, at another time, when they were sitting before the fire in her own home, she told him that it was really he who had gone nearest to make the impossibility of their not coming together possible. What did he say to the extreme folly of telling a young woman he loved her, and asking her in the same moment to understand that the fact wasn't to count? To be sure, he had suddenly thought better of this absurdity. It was a great point that he had thought better of it. But why ? A sick feeling stole over Philip as he parried this question, so obvious, so just, for the dozenth time, with a weary joke. It reappeared with the haunting effect of a threat. Must this ghost always stand at his- elbow? Might he not better tell her the whole story of his temp- 23 352 BENEFITS FORGOT. tation and his fall, and throw herself on her mercy, and her belief in him ? But he remembered Maurice, who would be so far too much involved in anything he might try to say. He could not wound the faith in her father, which he had given so much to preserve. He wished that Maurice would at least take the action which was now a matter of days, and which could not be much longer postponed. And he wished Jasper would return. There came a point in all threatening discomforts where all his thoughts and desires about them resolved themselves into a single longing to have done with them. When he and Maurice met in Dorothy's jDresence, now, they avoided each other's eye. Philip felt degraded by their common secret. He saw that he must tell Dorothy what he had done if the present situation did not come to an end soon of itself. XXVI. Margaret clung to her husband, as Jasper left them and took the path back into the woods. She looked wist- fully into his eyes. " Tell me it isn't true ! " she whis- pered huskily. " Say that he is wrong ! He would say his worst. I know that. James, tell me that it isn't true ! " Deed was silent. He watched Jasper's form slowly disappearing among the pines, in the twilight, with blaz- ing eyes. He took his breath shortly. "True?" he asked from his absorption. He stroked BENEFITS FORGOT. 353 her head absently. "What true, dear? Scoundrel!" he muttered. " What he said — that you — you — ?" " That I pledged bonds left with me in trust to raise money to pay Philip ? Yes ; it's true," he said, clenching his hands, and staring over her head at the point where Jasper had vanished among the trees. He was less than half conscious of making the confession, which he had considered so often and painfully ; but at her shrinking from him he knew that he had told her, and that he was alone with her knowledge of him. " Do you object?" he asked abruptly. The soreness of his spirit spoke. Every nerve in him ached from the interview which he had just cut short fiercely with a word. She could have comforted him, without a backward look on the story Jasper had told, and he would have blessed her ; and, later, he would have humbled himself before her with the truth. At that moment the-Jiand of pure kindness must have been a pain, and the probe, even in the hands of love, was torture. "Do you object ? " he repeated, as she did not answer. " Object ? " she cried. " my husband ! " She saw that he was in the mood when he must be hard with the person nearest him. She had just seen him tormented beyond endurance. She meant to be gen- tle, to be tolerant ; but she could not be silent. " I see," exclaimed Deed. " You needn't say it. Well, the law objects, too. You are in excellent com- pany." " James, how should I care for that ! You were in the right. I believe it. I only ask you to say it, and I 35-i BENEFITS FORGOT. will believe you. Can't you see that I can't bear to think you in the wrong ? " "Ah, yes," he exclaimed sadly. "You care too much for the right to bear to think that." " That is true," she said simply. " I don't think you could want me to deny that, James, though you say it as if it were an accusation. You mean that I care for that first, and then for you. I care for you as you are right, the right. Can't you see how it's all the same thing? You have become my right. James, didn't I take you for that in marrying you ? " " Eeserving your own definitions," said Deed, bitterly. " I don't define," she murmured entreatingly ; " I only ask you to say." " And I can't say. Nothing that I could say could make what I have done seem right to your ideas of right. You would be forced to condemn just as I should be eter- nally forced to do it, in the same situation. It's tempera- ment ; it's character ! " he cried miserably. The twilight had deepened during the brief minutes in which Jasper had told his father that he knew the secret of the hypothecation of Iron Silver stock at Lead- ville, and had given him his choice between retreat from the sale to Snell, and an immediate publication of the facts of the hypothecation in the newspapers. He had taken his scornful answer away with him into the dusk. The darkness was now falling about them, touched only by the last reluctances of the day, which the reflected glimmer from the white hills detained vaguely still. " Yes, yes," assented Margaret ; " I know. But what can matter if we love each other — if we trust each other ? " BENEFITS FORGOT. 355 " Trust, Margaret ! Did you trust me when I sold the ranch away from this fellow ? Would you trust me now, if I were to tell you how I used this mining stock out of a need of the same kind ? I am made that way, Margaret. I couldn't have helped doing it any more than you can help loathing it now," he repeated. " I don't loathe it," she said patiently. " I am sorry — sorry. What you say about the other — yes, I see, now, that I was wrong, or unhappy, or — I don't know what — in my way of asking you not to do that. Perhaps I shall never be able to find words or ways — whatever it is with which other women explain such things," she went on, with a little note of humility in her voice which touched Deed indescribably, and caused him to take her hand in his in a quick pressure as she stole it gently, almost tim- idly, towards him. " But, James," she continued quickly, " we were not married then. I am your wife now. That has changed everything. I can't judge you. I am part of you. If you have done what — what he said, the error, the sin, if there is any, is mine, too. Let us help each other about it, James. Tell me, how was it ? " The moon stole an edge above the summit of Monk's Head, etching the dusky outline of the mountain against its peeping disk. The light kindled along the snowy flanks of the opposite hills, and ran tremulously into the black depths of the canon beyond. He told her of the means by which he had paid Philip, as they stood in the broadening glow. " But you meant to do no wrong," she said as he finished. " Oh, meant ! " he exclaimed. " Do you think they will care at Leadville what I meant to do ?" 356 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Perhaps not," she said, " but I care. If it had not been for the chance of this snow, which might have hap- pened to any one, you would have sold the * Lady Boun- tiful ' to those people at Burro Peak, and no one would have been the worse for what you did." She said this stoutly, as much by way of trying to believe it for herself as to comfort him. But her conscience forced her to add immediately, " But it was an awful mistake — it was — it was not right, was it, James ? " She looked up into his eyes, questioning him doubtfully, as if she had never known days in which problems like this were decided with instinctive confidence within her own breast. " No, Margaret ; no. It was like other things — a mud- dle of right and wrong, I suppose ; but certainly not right. Perhaps I might say for what I did that it wouldn't be fair to judge it in the gross. But that's the best I could say. I did it because I had to, Margaret. I didn't mean one thing or the other, as you call it. The position in which Philip placed me was intolerable. I changed it ; I righted it. God knows with what show of justice." He turned away. They stood for a moment silent. Then he said : "Does it not seem my destiny, Margaret dear, to hurt you, and always at the tenderest point ? I seem to have to do the things which must wound you deepest, and then to have to hurt you deeper by wickedly trying to make you pay for my error through your sensitiveness to it. From the hour that I borrowed money at Leadville on those bonds which didn't belong to me, I have been ashamed to face myself ; what I did has seemed to debase me deeper and deeper every day. I have hated myself. I have wished to tell you. But when you question my act, ever so gently, I must make you suffer for my pain BENEFITS FORGOT. 357 about it. It is because I know the things I do for what they are that I can't bear your sure eyes on them. If I believed myself as much in the right as I am always ready to say I am, I could not shrink from your brave judg- ments." " James, it isn't for me to judge. But, don't you see, dear — what you say gives me courage to ask — that — " she hesitated. " What, Margaret ? " he asked gently. " That — that all you have done — all that you have been led to do since Jasper turned false, is all of one piece, really ? " " No," said Deed, gravely ; " I don't see that." " But I do ! James," she cried, " what you did to Jasper was wrong — wrong from the beginning ! " Deed frowned heavily. " Margaret ! I thought you — " He bit his lip. " That I said I was mistaken in that ? In the way I chose to make you feel what I felt — yes. But in my feel- ing about it — oh, no, no, I was right ; and if in nothing else, then right in my instinct that it was wrong for you ! Poor James ! It has been wrong, has it not ? " She slipped her hand within his arm. He dropped the arm, and looked away towards the gilded white hills. But she went on, undaunted. " We have tried to cover it up in our happiness, these last few weeks. But it's true ; and I see now — I'm sure that you see now — that we must face it. Do you think I don't understand how, having done what you did with Jasper, what you did with Philip had to follow ? It was that I feared for you — all the endless consequences, all the suffering, all the remorse, all the snarl of wrong. I feared them for you, James, because 358 BENEFITS FORGOT. I knew you — because — " her hand stole into his, and this time he held it fast — " I loved you ; and because I saw, oh, so clearly, how it would all be worse for you than for another man — how you would make it worse, because you would be trying always to burst your way through the misery; and because you would suffer more than other men from your failure, and — and your wounds. It was that that forced me to ask you not to do it ; and it's that that makes me ask you now, James, to undo it. Don't speak ! Don't say you won't or can't. You can, James, and you must I Can you wish to be subject forever to such attacks ? Jasper has to make them. They are in his nature ; and they are part of the sure result of what you did," she said bravely. She was launched now, and did not care what she said. " What you did to right yourself with Philip was wrong, of course; but it was not the first nor the chief wrong." She caressed his shoulder vaguely with the arm she ran about his neck. " What- ever you did, it all came from the other. It couldn't have happened if the other hadn't. And we must go back to that. I see now that we have been mistaken in pretend- ing to each other that that question is dead, and all its consequences buried. It can never die, James, until we face it together, and do what we still can." He turned and looked into her pleading face. " It lives between Jas}3er and you, and will always live until we have the courage to give up our wrongful right ; it lives between Philip and you, and perhaps that is past help, — perhaps that is to be our punishment, — but worse, much worse, it lives between us, James ; and we shall never be happy until it is dead and out of sight. Oh, I have been think- ing while we have been standing here ! I have been see- BENEFITS FORGOT. 359 ing, more than ever before, how different we are, how hard it will be, always, for us to understand each other, to make allowance, to remember that we love each other, and to keep that uppermost. But I have become sure that never, for either of us, is there to be peace until this is made right." Deed drew her to him, and folded her in his arms. " My wise, good Margaret ! " he said. " My gentle, sweet, just girl ! You said a little while ago that I was your right — that you had taken me for that. But you see, now, how I could never be that. My right is personal, whim- sical, fantastic, brutal, selfish. I construct it myself. I take it habitually, as if it were the one right in the world, and as if it might not be the wrong of a dozen other peo- ple. It is you who must be my right for the future ; and I will obey it humbly. Your right is certain because it is not yours — because it is the right of others. I will do what you say, Margaret." He bent and kissed her. Margaret touched her eyes hastily with her handkerchief. "And will you — will you restore the ranch to Jasper ? Will you give him back his share ? " Deed's brow knit darkly. " My girl, my girl," he ex- claimed in sadness, " you don't know what you ask ! " " But you would do that, surely. You would not hesi- tate now, would you, for any feeling of — -of — " Deed shook his head bitterly. " Is it a light feeling ? Do you think I could do it? Margaret, you don't think ! " An inflection of reproach stole into his voice. Her ear did not fail to note it. But she said : " I do ! I do ! It is because I think — and for you — that I beg it of you." 360 BENEFITS FORGOT. Her husband bit his lip. " It's preposterous, Marga- ret. Ask something reasonable. Would you have me humble myself before Jasper, noiv, after all that has passed — after to-day ? Would you have me go to him, — his father, — confess that I have been in the wrong from the beginning, and beg his permission to restore, to give back, what I stole from him ? I should be lying. I don't believe him in the right ; I believe him terribly in the wrong. But, besides, see what he must think — that I do it in fear of his vile threat ! Could you really wish that humiliation for me, Margaret? I don't believe it." " No ; we must wait, I see. We must make the other right. Then this will come right of itself. You must go back," she said. " You must find your way to Lead- ville the moment this snow releases us, and restore what you have borrowed." " Borrowed ? Do you think it is by that word they will know what I did at Leadville ? It will be a harsher word, Margaret — a word with a penalty." " Well, then," returned she, with a simplicity which at once appalled and enchanted him, " you must go back and make it right on those terms." He stared at her fascinated. " I will ! " he said at last. " I don't mean to urge you to anything your own judgment doesn't approve," she said, temporizing, as even a strong woman must before consequences which are to be wrought out beyond her sight in the man's world. " No, no ! It has been in my own mind a long time. I would have done it gladly long ago if I could have got out of this prison, and could have believed that I had a right to commit you to what must follow. I must have BENEFITS FORGOT. 361 my own respect back again, Margaret. You are right. I will go to Leadville as soon as we can get away from this place, if Jasper does not contrive that I shall go earlier. And I will take the consequences." "And then — " She looked up into his eyes confi- dently, joyfully. " You mean Jasper ? " he asked, frowning. She nodded. He shook his head. XXVII. » Beatrice folded Margaret in her arms, and kissed her repeatedly, and took off her cloak, and asked her where she had been, when Deed brought her to the house one evening a week later. She said that Ned was down- town, and Mr. Deed was not to think of going on by the nine o'clock train to Leadville. She was charmed to keep Margaret while he went on ; but he must stay, too, for the night, at least. Ned would be back soon, and he was so anxious to see him. As she spoke Beatrice glanced from one to the other. In Margaret's face she thought she saw some of what she had expected — a development, a softening, an effect like that which photographers get from the process they call "toning." It was not merely that usual though inde- scribable difference which distinguishes the matron, how- ever recent, from the maid ; Margaret had changed almost in proportion to the area she had offered for change, almost in proportion to what Beatrice had always called to herself her " unmarriageableness." What she saw made 362 BENEFITS FORGOT. her retract silently some things she had said to Vertner, but still left her wondering. Had Margaret contrived to attune herself to her husband, or had he, feeling the sacri- fice she had made in coming to him, at last, after what had happened, made the history of his sex memorable by shaping himself to her? Did they get along ? That was what she asked herself. She had decided that they did (Deed's face looked strangely sad and worn ; but that was, no doubt, the other matter), as she intercepted his answer to a glance from Margaret in the pause which fell at her hospitable entreaty; and yet — She went back to her old feeling that the difference between them was too irreconcilable, and that Margaret, of all persons, was the last to be able to reconcile it (it was always the woman who had to play that part in a marriage, and when the woman was wrong it was hopeless). She said, as these thoughts passed through her mind, that they had been greatly concerned lately when no one heard from them. Deed said yes, they had been snowed up. They had been unable to get out; they had feared their friends would be anxious. He gave this explanation like a lesson learned by rote. He was conscious that people would be curious ; it was necessary to supply an explanation for current use, and the simpler it was, and the sooner made, the better. Margaret glanced quickly at him as he spoke. He would not take off his overcoat in response to Beatrice's entreaties, and in a few moments rose, and made his farewell. Margaret followed him into the hall- way. She threw her arms about his neck. " James," she begged, through the lump that hung in her throat, "are we doing right? Or — no; of course we are doing right — but do you think — " BENEFITS FORGOT. 363 " Margaret ! " exclaimed he, reproachfully. He took down her hands, and gazed into her eyes by the dim light of the hall-lamp, under which they stood. " It isn't you who persuade me to falter, is it ? " " No, no. But it is so easy to persuade. It is you who have to act — to suffer. Perhaps I am wrong. Oh, think ! " " I have thought," he said soberly. " You are right. We are both right. We cannot do otherwise. Tell me, dearest," he whispered, stooping to her, " can we ? " Their eyes confronted in a look in which each seemed to search the other's soul. She turned away choking. " Go ! go ! " she cried in a stifled voice. She caught him to her, and kissed him once, twice, and held him to her in a ravenous embrace, from which it seemed she would never let him go. Then suddenly she pushed him away, and, putting her hands to her face, ran into the room where Beatrice awaited her. It was finally because she was ashamed of her coward- ice that she forced herself to look over the " Maverick Sentinel " the next morning. She glanced at the head- lines *vith a cowering heart ; and when she found noth- ing in them beyond the usual budget of snow-slides, murder trials, Washington gossip, European war-clouds, local news, mining and cattle notes, booms, and rumours of booms, she began to search again incredulously. Could it be that Jasper had held his hand ? She asked Vertner, in as steady a voice as she could command, — they were at breakfast, — if Mr. Jasper Deed was in town. "No," said Vertner. "Want to see him?" He smiled over at her, unscrupulously. She shook her head, 364 BENEFITS FORGOT. without smiling. " No," he repeated ; " he isn't in town, and it's even up when he will be. He was going to be back in a week when he started, — that was the word he left, — and there was plenty to call him back. But it's nearer ten days, and no one's heard anything of him. I did think some of organizing a search expedition to go and find him one of these days when business was slack, but come to talk to the fellows in town about it, there seemed to be a general agreement that they hadn't lost Jasper Deed. I didn't know as I had myself, so I let it drop. But if you want to see him — " he offered, with twinkling eyes. " No, no," she said. And then she told him — there could be no harm if she did not tell his errand — of the visit he had paid them at Mineral Spings. Vertner pricked up his ears at the first words, and, at the end of her recital, was leaning forward with his face supported between his hands, listening in unconscious absorption. As she finished, he emitted a little whistle. " What a fellow ! " he exclaimed under his breath. " What a fellow ! Snow so deep the drummers didn't try to get out, you say ? Pass blocked ! Everything battened down for the winter ! Drifts, probably, until you couldn't rest. And that fellow fought his way over into the Springs and saw Deed ! My ! my ! but there was a rus- tler lost to the honest paths of speculation when that remarkable young man went into the business of being a confounded scoundrel ! Like to have him in partnership with me for a year with his claws cut. Wouldn't we make this old Centennial State hum! But what's be- come of him ? That's what I want to know. I believe I shall have to go after him, now. We can't leave a man BENEFITS FORGOT. 365 with all that sand to die in a snow-drift. Come to think of it, there might be a chance to reform him if we could meet in a snow-drift — he underneath, and I on top — with a whiskey-flask. It would be a pretty triumph, lead- ing him home captive, warranted kind and gentle, and trained to go in harness. What a scoundrel ! I'm afraid he made Deed unhappy," he said suddenly. Vertner had executed a circumscribed war-dance in their bedroom when Beatrice had told him of Deed's safety, on his return the night before. He had said that Deed was a fraud not to wait ; and then had said that he should start for Leadville in the morning to hunt him up. He had something to tell him. But in the morning, when Beatrice asked him if she should pack his bag, he told her that he had decided not to go — not to-day, anyway. Deed would probably find out at Leadville for himself what he had to tell him, and it would be all the better. Margaret's eyes filled with tears alarmingly at his sug- gestion, and he shied hastily away from it, and asked her if she wouldn't go with them on a little picnic they had arranged for that day. They were all going to the Iron Mine. Oh, yes ; certainly she would go. But there was no question about it. Margaret protested. It seemed wicked to be enjoying herself, or even to permit herself the color of enjoyment, while Deed was away from her on such an errand. But Beatrice's assurance to Vertner that she would go, and the " talking to " which Beatrice gave her when he had left them, silenced her. She was full of her own thoughts as she prepared for the long drive to the Iron Mine ; and they were not all of Deed in Leadville. She must meet people since she had come back. Some 366 BENEFITS FORGOT. of those she had known during her earlier stay were sure to be of the picnic party. She must bear to guess the comment that had gone on in her absence from the looks she would receive. Ah, well, she did not care. There were other things to think of. Yet she caught herself w r ondering if Dr. Ernfield would be riding with them to Iron Mine. She had not dared to ask Beatrice who was going ; she had not even asked how he was, though she washed much to know. She recalled the occurrences of her former stay in Maverick, one by one. Some of them — the days of her courtship, for example, when Deed and she had seen each other daily, in perfect love and confidence — were sweet recollections. But others crowded these out. The morn- ing when she had so nearly sacrificed his love for her to save him from himself, and had failed ; the desolate days which followed, — Ernfield, her flight, her happy flight from this house to which she had come back again, — these were haunting memories. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining with that effect of never having shone before, mingled with the sober purpose of going on shining just so forever, which Colorado knows, and which all December picnics should arrange for. The fact that the entire sum of the grey, or doubtful, or lowering days in the course of a Colorado year would not make up a fortnight, mysteri- ously seems not to dull the edge of one's pleasure in each new sun-soaked day. Dorothy was saying something like this to Philip as they rode out together to meet the party. Vertner had brought Philip the news of his father's arrival in town, and had had hard work, as he told Beatrice after- wards, to restrain him from following Deed to Leadville, BENEFITS FORGOT. 367 forthwith. It was only by representing the case to Dor- othy that he had succeeded in keeping him for the pic- nic, he told his wife. He did not mean that he tad told Dorothy anything ; he had merely indicated to her the propriety of his remaining, and he had remained. Philip rode by Dorothy's side with a happy smile on his lips. His heart stirred joyously in time to the hoof- beats of their horses. To know that his father was found, to know that he must by this have learned that he had a loyal sou, was cause enough for throwing up one's hat, and to turn his own trouble idle and foolish. As they rode, Dorothy would occasionally look across the space between their horses and smile with him ; and at these times a gleam of intelligence, of sympathy, would light in her eyes, which seemed to double his happiness. His head swam with it. He would not talk, and Dorothy also kept silence; but when their eyes met, Philip thought how, with every look, she endeared herself more to him, and how she must make her way into his father's heart. How his father would like her ! She should make up for many things to him. She should be a daughter to him, not in the conventional sense, but truly. He fancied her replac- ing Jasper in his father's heart ; he imagined her atoning for that loss in so far as any one could. He knew that must always remain an unhealed sorrow, an incurable bit- terness ; Jbut she could console it. When he met Margaret for the first time, a few mo- ments later, he seemed to see something in her face which told him that his father must already be as happy as the love of woman could make him. He had had his one glimpse of her on the staircase of the hotel at Leadville, as she was leaving it, a bride; but her face had been 24 368 BENEFITS FORGOT. veiled. He saw instantly that she was good. She was such a woman as he could fancy his father caring for. He saw why he had married her. These perceptions passed through his miud rapidly as he flung himself from his horse, and took her hand warmly. Margaret had imagined this meeting. She supposed she must speak to him ; but she had intended to make it a formal matter. She could not believe him as much at fault as her husband did; but his attitude bound her, she felt, and she must be the more careful since he was not by. Poor Margaret ! Her judiciousness was always a failure. It was not less so in this case, for Philip's warmth disarmed her, and with the whole party halted and looking on she could not treat him with obvious cold- ness. She could only say to herself that, at least, it was not Jasper. Even her husband could not feel Philip to be as much to blame as his brother. And, before she knew it, a wave of tenderness for Philip came over her, like the tenderness she had felt towards him when Deed, for so different a reason, had left her before. He was at least his son. She had not yet found courage to glance at him. She wondered if he looked like him. She made herself glance down into his honest eyes, and suddenly believed in him. He was like his father ; his eyes were particularly like his. She returned his hand-clasp. " I have hoped we should meet," he said. " Yes," she murmured breathlessly. " Will you tell me how my father is ? You can't know how anxious we have been about him — about you." " He's not well. He has been — he has been troubled. You knew that he had gone on to Leadville ? " " Yes, yes. But he is coming back ? " BENEFITS FORGOT. 3^9 " Soon, I hope." She lowered her eyes. " Only soon. Then I must run up. I had hoped he would be back to-morrow. Vertner assured me that he would." " Oh, don't do that ! " she exclaimed hastily. " Don't ? " he hesitated. " You mean— No ; I sup- pose father hasn't forgiven me," he said gloomily. Then, with recovered buoyancy : " But that's almost part of his fineness, isn't it? If I had done what he supposes, he ought to hate me. But does he still— or, no, I oughtn't to ask that ; it isn't fair ; perhaps I ought not even to have spoken to you ; but I saw you. I couldn't help it. You can't think what finding father again is to me— to all of us. It's mixed up with so many things. But it doesn't need to be mixed up with anything to make me glad. He's not like every father, quite, you know ; he's not been at all like other fathers in his goodness to me. And he's such a man ! " The tone in which he said it sent a thrill leaping through her pulses, and it was hard for her not to shout what she answered a moment later, in an agitated whis- per, struggling to control herself. "I know your father," she said. She took a hand from her rein, and offered it to him, in a torrent of feel- ing for which she could find no words. He caught the hand in a grasp that hurt her as he wrung it. " I believe you do," he said almost reverently. The cavalcade had passed them as they paused to- gether. She touched her horse and, with a single glance at him, started in pursuit of the party at a gallop. Philip joined Dorothy, and they cantered on slowly after the company together, talking of what had happened. 370 BENEFITS FORGOT. They caught up with the others in the gorge making into the hills outside the town — the gorge through which Margaret and Ernfield had once ridden on their way to the neighbouring summit. Cutter, Beatrice, Yertner, Ernfield, and Mrs. Felton were among the group in ad- vance. Margaret, who had rejoined the company before them, they perceived riding by Vertner's side. Every one save Margaret and Ernfield appeared in a festival mood ; and shouts and laughter echoed from wall to wall of the gulch, and floated up into the still, keen air, like a kind of offering to the perfection of the day. Ernfield was with Beatrice, far in advance, and they saw him stoop to her in quiet talk. Beatrice would sometimes turn in her saddle, and laugh gaily at something Cutter and Mrs. Fel- ton, who seemed to be having a pleasant time together, would call out from behind. But at these times Ernfield did not turn. Philip guessed that he was willing to avoid Margaret's eye, and Margaret, for her part, kept in the rear with Vertner. Ernfield had joined the van of the cavalcade after it was in motion, and they had not en- countered yet. Both were willing to postpone the meeting. The gulch narrowed presently, and forced them out of its bottom to a narrow path along the ledge which hung above it. Opposite them a gash in the hill, the effusion of a mass of green earth upon the rocky slope, an aban- doned cabin, told the familiar story of failure, the little daily tragedy of disappointment. The memory of another mine, which was always with Philip now, but had seemed to leave him in the happy hours since he had known his father to be found, returned upon him with a fresh pain. It was a richer mine of which he was thinking. He had been about to say to himself more fortunate. But was it BENEFITS FORGOT. 371 fortunate ? If he could choose, would it not be his wish, now, that the ore-bearing vein in the " Little Cipher " might never have been opened ? He could not wish that it should give out now ; his future had been wagered on it. But what would he not have given to know that he had dreamed the assay, the exploration of the mine, the finger- ing of the ore in his own hands ? He wished heartily that he had never leased the mine to the Ejans, who must go blundering about and snatch a fortune out of the bowels of the earth, to show his conscience the way to the hell in which it now lived. " Poor fellows ! " said Dorothy, looking across at the deserted mine, as they rode slowly along the path in single file. " What work, what hopes, they must have put into that mine ! It is hard, isn't it, to think that where one succeeds a thousand must fail ? It must be so, I suppose ; but what a price for the success ! " " Do you mean that these men — the men who worked that mine — and others like them all over Colorado, and elsewhere, really pay for the lucky fellow's good fortune ? " asked Philip, turning in his saddle (he was riding in ad- vance) to look back at her. " That's a hard thought for the lucky fellow, isn't it?" " Oh, no, Philip ; I didn't mean that." She saw what he was thinking of, and hesitated a moment before trying to say just what she did mean. " It's Nature that pays. I suppose we must think that. The men will feel that they have played against Nature and lost ; and that is right, too, no doubt. Some must lose ; the chances are infinitely in favour of loss. Every one knows that who sinks a shaft or digs a tunnel, I fancy. And then some must win. That is natural. The men who fail don't 372 BENEFITS FORGOT. grudge the successes. I think they like to know of them. It is a comfort to them to know that there is some success somewhere. But it lays a great responsibility on the suc- cessful ones, doesn't it ? " " Yes," said Philip. They rode on in silence. The hoofs of their horses seemed to make a loud voice as they struck on the rocky path. The others had been moving more rapidly while they talked, and the hoof-beats of the animals in advance, as they died away, seemed to leave them more solitary in this lonely path between the hills than if a party had not been within hail. " Philip," she said softly, not guessing his thoughts. " Yes." " Wasn't it fortunate — Mr. Cutter and I were talking of it the other day — that it was the ' Little Cipher ' which turned out so rich ? " " Why ? " asked Philip, turning suddenly to face her again. " Why, only think if it had been the ' Pay Ore,' and you had been obliged to give it up to your brother— after — after all that has happened, and after your making it a success. Fancy your having to think that all the work you had given to your own mine had come to nothing ; and the same work in his had brought him a fortune. Fancy your having to know that you had done it for him. Why, Philip, when I think of your being forced to go to him in the face of all the wrong and suffering and insult he has heaped on you, and having to say— b-r-r-r ! " She shud- dered prettily. It had come. He felt now as if he had paltered and doubted and hesitated to his shame. How could he have BENEFITS FORGOT. 373 believed that she would not find a forgiveness in that heavenly sympathy for the means by which he had won her ? These gentle words — the first in comment on that bitter situation which had found their way to any lips — were like dew in a thirsty land to him. She must know. He would not wrong her by another moment's shameful silence. His secret choked him. Their love seemed worthless while it remained between them. " It would have been an odious position," he said, with an effort at lightness. " Perhaps a man might be forgiven for shirking it." " You mean he might send some one else to tell him ? " " No ; I suppose I was thinking that he might do nothing at all." " Wait, and let his brother find out, do you mean?" " Well, yes ; something like that." " But that would only be postponing it. His brother would be sure to learn of it sooner or later. And then he would have his silence to accuse him of. If one had a brother like Jasper, I don't think one would like to give him an accusation — even an accusation like that, where no real wrong would have been done him. Do you ? " " I think I should let him find out," said Philip. He was speaking with his head half turned toward her, and with one hand resting on his pony's flank behind the sad- dle. This kept his body swaying with the animal's for- ward stride. The others came into sight for a moment at a bend in the road, and vanished again. They probably thought to do the lovers a kindness in leaving them to themselves. " Even suppose he never found out ? " he pursued after a moment, as he turned and leaned forward 374 BENEFITS FORGOT. to adjust the pony's forelock, which had not "been properly smoothed under the head-strap. " But I can't imagine that. His brother would hear. He would know that the strike had been made in his mine." " He mightn't know which was his. You can imagine that, surely." Something in his voice startled her. " Why, Philip — but what do you mean ? " They had emerged upon a vast open green upland, and their horses by a common impulse changed their pace to a canter. The others were visible now far in advance, upon the road winding as far as the eye could reach be- tween the grassy acres of the park. They cantered along side by side in the sunlight, taking the pure air of the table-land on their faces. The interval gave Philip time. But he could not think. Her smiling face, as she glanced towards him in their buoyant flight, daunted him. Would she smile so when he had told her ? He was suddenly afraid to speak. But as the animals fell into a walk, " Suppose his brother didn't know," he repeated ; and this time she was sure of the strange inflection. She stared at him. " It would be an awful tempta- tion," she said under her breath. She gazed thoughtfully into his eyes. He dropped them. " Yes," he said. He kep't his eyes upon the moving roadway. He felt her glance upon him. She was reading him. He knew it. Would she never break the silence ? Then at his side he heard a low moan — not like Dorothy's voice — a moan of perception and reproach and heartbreaking grief. BENEFITS FORGOT. 375 " Oil ! " she murmured desolately. ',< Oh-h-h ! " The wail trembled from between her trembling lips ; it seemed torn from her soul. She paled. He saw her sway in her saddle, and stretched out a quick hand to stay her fall. She waved him off brokenly. " No, no ! Don't, please ! " " Dorothy — " he began. She commanded herself, and looked into his eyes again with a look of love and longing and despair, with a face of sorrow and indignation, and with scorn and pity, which shook his heart. " How could you ! " she cried in a stifled voice, through the tears that began to come. " How could you ! " " It was for you," he said. " For me I Philip, don't say it ! " " But for whom else, for what else ? You can't think that I would do it only for money, for revenge ! It was for you — only for you." " And you think that makes it better ! Oh, what can you have imagined me ! How little — little you have un- derstood me ! Better — Philip ! " she choked. " It was a question between losing you and doing it. I did it. It was wrong, it was wicked, it was base, if you like. You may think what you will of it. I don't de- fend it. But I did it for you. And I would do it again." " Don't ! " she cried again, shrinking away from him. " Oh, no one could accuse you as you accuse yourself. Knowing this — this thing that you have let yourself do to be all you say, how — Philip, hozv could you stain our — our love with it ! I don't know what you mean. How could it have been ? Did I make you do this ? " she cried suddenly. She stretched out her hand towards him. 376 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Was it my folly or vanity, in letting Jasper go on, that forced you to it — that seemed to give this a reason ? " Philip shook his head. " Oh, no, no ! Of course it couldn't have been that. But why — " She stopped short. "What difference can it make? It's done — it's done ! And for me — for our love ! Oh, how could you hope that any happiness could be bought with such wrong? Can't you see how it soils and degrades and shames every moment that we have ever had with each other? Can't you see how it must kill me to think that we have come by all that has seemed so sweet and precious and good through a fraud — through a trick?" " No," said Philip, stoutly ; " I don't see that. I won't see it. If we really love each other, that counts. But nothing else counts. I can make this right. I have taken, I can restore." He said it, though he knew other- wise. " Why, Dorothy, no one knows. And no one can ever know. I see that you look on me as a common rob- ber. But it's not so. They were both my mines. Jasper sent me money to work a claim for him. The money went into the common fund. I don't know which of the two mines it was used for. I shall never know. When I began to work with his money, I said to myself that I should look upon the ' Little Cipher ' as his. But both still belonged to me. I did all the work on them. They existed only through the work I directed upon them. Jasper never thought anything of his chances at Pinon. It was like giving a man $500 to place on a horse for you, or to buy a lottery-ticket with. And I thought so little of the chances, one way or the other, after the first month, that I swear to you it was never in my thoughts BENEFITS FORGOT. 377 which claim was his and which was mine. Legally they were both mine. In fact, they were both mine, not only for all practical purposes, but actually. For Jasper had never bought anything from me. He had given me some money to expend in working a claim." Dorothy opened her mouth, but he went on with a gesture : " Yes ; I know. It's true. Don't suppose I shirked the truth for a mo- ment. The difference is no difference. In my con- science Jasper was the owner of the ' Little Cipher ' and all that might come from it. He is so yet. I don't dis- pute it. It has never been present in my mind in any other way since the temptation to keep silence, and let him take the other for his, came upon me. Since you must judge me, it is fair that you should know how it has been with me. If it is worse to have done what I did knowingly, I tell you freely that I did it in the face of the knowledge that not all the deeds and registrations and formal evidence of ownership in the world could make Jasper more the owner of the 'Little Cipher' than he was through my word to myself. I know it ; but I did it — I mustn't tell you why or how — for you." His voice dropped, and as their horses went slowly along, he leaned over, and took the hand she had let fall by her side. " Does that count for nothing with you, Dorothy ? " She had been listening to him wearily, wondering! y, hoping against hope that he could excuse himself, that he could make the obvious wrong seem right. But at this she started as if waking herself from a sleep, and an- swered : " Oh, for too much ! Too much ! " She released her hand quietly. Philip felt a shock go through him. " Every word you say makes it a more impossible thing for you to have done, Philip. And to do it, above all, in 378 BENEFITS FORGOT. the name of our love ! You had an opportunity such as comes to a man in a thousand. You could have been strong ; you could have turned from that awful tempta- tion, and I should have loved you for it as women have loved heroes and martyrs. I understand the temptation. It was cruel ; even leaving all this miserable thought of me out of it, it was horribly cruel. I said how it would seem very hard to do right in such a case. That was my first thought. But, Philip, can you think that it makes it easier for me to think you have failed — to know that it was hard ? Because the right is hard, the wrong is not good, is it ? And surely the right is dearer for be- ing difficult. Any man might have resisted if it had not been bitter to be strong. Only such a man as I have be- lieved you could be great enough for the noble thing that was open to you." " Stop ! Stop ! " he cried, in pain. " No ; let me speak now, please. The truth is better. Philip," she cried, " when I think of you with those two mines in your possession, with the knowledge that one of them held a fortune, and that the other was a mere opening in the ground ; and when I think of you with the other knowledge that the one that held a fortune was your brother's, for your conscience, and the empty one, still only for your conscience, belonged to you, and that no one knew this — no one!" — she drew a deep breath — " when I think of that, and remember that that brother had wronged you to the death ; that he had made it seem right to rob him by robbing you ; that he had driven your father to desperation, and brought you to poverty; when I think of all those things, and see the splendid, generous, heroic right you might have done, and BENEFITS FORGOT. 379 have to know that you chose to do this — oh, if I could have died before I knew it ! " A convulsive sob escaped her. She pressed her cheeks rapidly and repeatedly with her handkerchief. When she looked at him again it was with streaming eyes. " Say you were not in your right mind, that you did it in error ! Say anything rather than leave me to believe what I must ! It wasn't you ! Philip ! Was not the man I have known you for too proud ? Would he not have seen how the very security with which he might take, and keep silence, forced him to hold his hand ? And would he not have felt, proudly, that every one's ignorance of his duty, and the infinite delicacy that ignorance forced upon him — yes, that the mere thread which bound must be stronger for him than the strongest bond, because it bound him to himself? Philip, say you did not do it!" " I can't ! I can't ! " he cried. " It's true ! " She gazed at him with eyes of unspeakable reproach ; and he dropped the eyes he had fixed upon hers while she spoke with the fascination of a criminal who hears his sentence. The party in advance had almost disappeared. The wide plain, hemmed in by hills, seemed a world, in which he and she alone existed. She checked her horse, and held out her hand. " Good-bye, then." "Good-bye?" he exclaimed, stupefied. " Did you think we could go on ? " she asked sadly. " Did you think it could all be as it was ? No ; it is ended for us. Good-bye," she repeated. The tears fell from her eyes in a rain, but there was no relenting in her face. " Give me my ring," she said dully. 380 BENEFITS FORGOT. He stared. "Dorothy," he burst out, "you can't! You won't ! " " I must." " I have wronged Jasper. I confess it. Nothing that he has done excuses it. It makes it worse. I own it. But I can right that. I will. Dorothy, surely — surely this need not touch us ! " " Oh, what do I care for Jasper? " she cried in misery. " It is for you I care, and you have lost yourself to me. It isn't the wrong to him ! It is the wrong to yourself, to me, to all that we — to all that has been. Oh, is it for me to show you such a thing ? You have murdered our love. All the atonements in the world can't change that." She buried her face in her hands. Her horse stamped an impatient foot, and swung his head free of the rein. " You despise me, you hate me ; I see that" exclaimed Philip. " But you sha'n't throw me off. You sha'n't raise me to such a happiness as you have let me know to cast me back. You should have thought of that before you stretched out your hand to lift me up. You should have known that I am not made of the stuff that bears. I can't bear this. I won't. Dorothy, girl," — his voice fell to the note of tenderness, — " I can't do without you. You have taught me not to be able to do without you. You won't do this thing. Oh, my God, could I live and know that you were lost to me — and lost through Jasper ? Have you thought of that? Can you think that I could bear to know that, after all that has gone and passed, it is Jasper who parts us ? You see how it can't be." " Give me my ring, please," she said, not coldly or hardly, but resolutely. BENEFITS FORGOT. 3gl He tore it from his finger. " As you wish," he said with blazing eyes. And then, with cold courtesy : " You won't want me to go on with you. I will wait here until I see you with the rest." " Philip ! " she trembled. She reached out her hand. He would not see it. He leaned forward and gave her the reins she had allowed to slip from her. He lifted his sombrero. " Good-bye," he said coldly. She gave one glance at him. Her mouth twitched pitifully. Then she struck the pony a sharp blow with her quirt. The beast leaped forward. Philip watched her steadfastly until she had melted into the dust-cloud which indicated the position of the picnic party. He knit his brow upon his straining eyes, and bit his lip fiercely as he gazed. When he had seen the last of her he whirled his horse, and dug his spurs into the animal's flanks with a wild sob of pain. XXVIII. Veetker took the picnic party over the entire Iron Mine, inexorably, when they came to it. They watched the drilling ; a blasting was set off for them ; they rode in the ore-cars ; they clambered down ladders into black pits, where only the candles lighted them ; they clambered up again; they crouched and crawled and stumbled after their guide through galleries and passages which never ended; and four of the party were conscious of it all. 382 BENEFITS FORGOT. Dorothy and Margaret and Ernfield were thinking of other things. Margaret sat down in her old room, when she was back again that evening, and wrote Deed a long letter, begging him to return, and tore it up. Dorothy, on her return, found her father in his study chair. She curled her arms about him, and asked him without preface if he would not give up his charge at once, and leave Maverick — forever. The blood tingled in his veins, and he drew a long breath. The relief of re- ceiving the proposal at last from her silenced all speech for a moment. He had paltered with the need of breaking it to her, he had postponed the evil day through the forbear- ance of the bishop, with the fear of what she must feel, of what she must say ; and while he waited, the difficulty was solved for him. For the instant he was too happy in the fact to question occasions or causes. " Why, I don't know, Dorothy," he said, endeavouring to hide his pleasure ; " if you don't like Maverick, I dare say I could find reasons for not liking it, too. In fact, now I think of it, I've been impatient and restless here for some time. Yes, dear," he said, patting her hand ; " since you wish it, let us go." " How good you are, papa ! I knew you would say so. And where shall we go ? " " Why, that's for you to say, partly, isn't it ? " " But I can't call you to a new parish. I'm not a ves- try or a church committee. I wish I were. You would have ten thousand a year for your salary, and have all the things you have to go without now, — poor papa ! — and never do anything you didn't want to." " What a picture ! But I thought we were all to revel BENEFITS FORGOT. 383 in something of that sort, without the assistance of church vestries, in that fine future of your own that you've planned. I never consented to it, you know. . I never agreed to play the part you've assigned me in your drama of two happy people and another." " Oh, don't speak of that, papa ! " she cried, stooping over him, and burying her face. " Don't speak of it ! " " Why — why — " he exclaimed, in alarm, " what is the matter, my girl? Have you and Philip been — what is it? Tell me, child." A stern and impatient note came into his voice. " Oh, I can't tell you ! It isn't anything that I can tell." " Nonsense, Dorothy ! Don't make all this trouble about a lovers' quarrel, child. Do you suppose two lovers never quarrel? Do you suppose two lovers never quar- relled before ? " She lifted her tear-stained face from his breast, and looked in her father's eyes, as she said, " This is not a quarrel." A look passed over her face such as she might have given Philip if he had been before her — grieving and miserable, but proud, self-contained, resolute. Her father did not understand it. " Oh," he said, relieved. " Well, then, don't let him suppose it is." He rose, and lighted a cigar. Dorothy stared at him from the seat which she kept on the arm of his chair. " Don't play with a man, Dorothy. It isn't nice," — he blew out the first slender whiff of smoke con- templatively, as he brushed a speck of lint from the new clerical coat to which he had treated himself since he had been at ease about the future, — " and it isn't fair. It's even unwise when a girl is making a marriage so for- 25 384: BENEFITS FORGOT. tunate and desirable in every way as yours." He frowned slightly. Dorothy raised her eyes and looked into his. " You don't understand, papa," she said quietly. " I shall never marry Mr. Deed." Cutter went to Ira's, Ernfield's office, the Vertners', and finally to the Maurices', on his return, without find- ing a trace of Philip. He thought the clergyman's re- plies to his inquiries short. He stabled his horse, and walked about the town, looking for Philip. The shops were still open, and men and women paused before them to price the goods displayed outside, or went in to the vividly lighted interiors, where the arc-light glowed and glared. Trade was going on listlessly. It was near the end of the month, the pay-car was still to come up from Denver, and the railway employees of all grades awaited the monthly guest. The hands at the mines and the cow-punchers were paid off at the same time, in order to keep the festival which followed pay-day, and which disorganized the town in the process of enriching it, within as narrow limits as possible. The lull that pre- cedes a fete therefore lay over Maverick. Only two thirds of the electric lamps were turned on ; but there was never- theless more light than noise. Suddenly a clatter of hoofs sounded above the vague and leisurely murmur of the quiet thoroughfare, and those on the sidewalk turned at sight of a horse ridden at a furious pace. No one save Cutter recognized the rider. The hoofs hammered across the bridge leading to the hotel, and Cutter followed hastily. The whistle of the night train sounded down in the valley at the moment, borne for miles through the BENEFITS FORGOT. 385 clear air. Philip was standing at the bar of the hotel, draining a stiff glass. As Cutter laid his hands upon his arm, Philip raised his eyes and regarded him strangely. He motioned to the bartender for another glass. Cutter shook his head, and looked anxiously into his friend's face. " Where have you been ? " " To the devil — to Jasper." His voice was hoarse, and his black eyes stared from his haggard face with the effect of a man long ill. The train whistled again, nearer. Philip swallowed what remained of the spirits in his glass at a gulp. " Come, I'm off," he said. He gathered his change from the counter, and made a rush for the door, as the train roared into the station. Cutter caught his arm at the door. " Hold on, man ! You're mad ! " Philip turned a weary face upon him. He smiled sadly. " Yes," he said. " You're not well. It's crazy to be careering over the country in your state. Come back with me to the ' Snow Find,' and go to bed and behave yourself." " Oh, I'll behave myself. That's what I'm doing now. I've dropped the other thing. Come along." He made for the train, Cutter following him, remonstrating. " See here, you're not going to take this train. You're a sick man, I tell you." Philip gave him his weary smile again as he put his foot on the first step of the Pullman. " Yes, Cutter, I'm a sick man fast enough, but not in the way you mean. I've got to go to Pinon. It won't hurt me. Come along, if you don't believe me." Cutter gazed up at him for a moment, where he stood 386 BENEFITS FORGOT. on the platform above him, in helpless perplexity. Then he said, " You know what you are ? " Philip laughed almpst with pleasure. " Yes ; I know." " Just stay there, then, till I get a ticket." The full moon was flooding the valley as the train ran out towards the mountains, beaming virginally, in this crys- talline atmosphere, through a medium no grosser than its own. The purity of the air gave a new effect of lumi- nosity, of splendour, and of abundance to the great lamp swinging aloft. It was light distilled ; the air was not conscious of it. It fixed the valley under its cold, bare, hard gaze, etching the circling hills against the sky with a finger dipped in light, which seemed to bound, to out- line, to select, and finally, as one looked, to detach it all from neighbouring sky and earth, and to catch it away into that strange effect of being a picture which we know in all memorable scenes. They began to climb into the recesses of the hills after the swift run through the valley. The opposite range of mountains was behind them, and as the young men looked out in silence from the windows of the compartment they had taken together in the Pullman, far away a liquid tract of radiance shone on their eyes from time to time ; it was the snow, crusted in molten reaches along the mountain- sides. Beside the silvery lakes of crust, what one knew by day for the wooded hollows of the lower slopes were black- mysteries under the light. Philip turned from the scene with a heavy sigh. " You can catch the 9:47 back from Barker's," he said suddenly, catching the eye of Cutter, who faced him from the opposite seat. " You mustn't think of coming along with me." BENEFITS FORGOT. 387 " I have an errand of my own over the range. Don't bother about me." " Come, no nonsense." " I have, I tell you." " Oh, well." He dropped the question listlessly. " I say, old man, what's the matter ? " Cutter laid a hand on his knee. " The devil's the matter," groaned Philip. " What do you suppose ? " " I don't know. Jasper ? " •" No, sir ; it isn't Jasper. I'm sick of that pretence. I cheated myself with the idea that it was Jasper when I let myself do the thing. But it wasn't. It was I." " I don't believe it." " Well, anyway, it's I who suffer for it." " I see that," returned Cutter, gently. " But how ? Why?" " Because I'm not the fine fellow I have liked to think myself, not even the fine fellow you think me. I'm not a fine fellow at all, Cutter ; and I've done a low thing." " Pshaw ! " " Is it lofty to abuse a woman's confidence, then ? Is it admirable to rob a man who has trusted you ? " " What have you done ? " asked his friend, quietly. " I've taken a mine which doesn't belong to me be- cause I could, and because the man to whom it belongs had done me a wrong, and wanted to marry the girl I wanted to marry. Is that plain ? " "The 'Little Cipher'?" stammered Cutter. "Jas- per?" Philip nodded. " But see here — " began Cutter, 388 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Oh, there's nothing to say," cried Philip. " A man is one thing or the other. I'm the other. She despises me. She hates me." "Why?" "Why!" " Yes, why ? Does she know what Jasper has done ? " "Yes; but she knows what I have done. Nothing else makes any difference. It can't to a woman, and probably that shows that it shouldn't to any one." He told Cutter of Maurice's situation ; he explained his temptation, palliating nothing. "I thought the wrong Jasper had done me made my wrong right," he said. " It didn't. It only made a new one with separate con- sequences. I thought my love for her justified it ; to her that seemed the damning touch. I believe she could have forgiven my villainy, but not that — not that ! I fought it; I wouldn't see; I took my stand upon our love; I made her suffer as much as I knew how, and parted from her in anger. But all the time I felt her contempt scorching through me. When I got away from her it was more than I could bear. I hunted up Jasper, when I found he was back, and turned over the mine to him, as I ought to have done the first minute I heard of the strike." "What?" " You wouldn't have had me keep it, I hope?" " I know, Deed ; but owning up to Jasper — " " I didn't say I liked it. I was pursued by the thought of her scorn, I tell you. Do you think I could bear to know that she despised me, and that she was right? I had to do something. If she ever hears of it, she will know that I tried to do what I could." BENEFITS FORGOT. 389 "Yes, yes," cried Cutter, impatiently; "but the hu- miliation ! " "Have I deserved to please my pride? Jasper was a blackguard, as usual ; but there were two of us this time. It seemed to help the business along." " And you've told him? " Philip nodded ; but, at Cutter's look, " Oh, don't ask me what he said ! " exclaimed he. " It was a terrible scene. The fellow is ill. Coming back from his journey, he was caught in a blizzard ; for three days he was under a rock, in the snow ; he's in a bad way. He got up in bed; he raved; Ernfield came in, and I went. I looked back at him at the door, and he nodded to me with a gloating smile. I know what he means. He has me, now. I've put myself in the wrong. All that has gone before — all that led up to this — is cancelled. He'll take his opportunity. It's all right." He buried his face moodily in his hands. Cutter sat silent. He opened his lips to speak once or twice, and found nothing to say. The moon, which had been hidden since they had entered the gorge between the hills, and set out on their climb to the summit, gleamed suddenly upon a field of snow, lying high between the mountains into which they were steaming up. It shone into their windows, and filled the dusky compartment with radi- ance. Cutter began to speak in a low voice. He said Jasper would do nothing ; he didn't doubt his will, but nothing was open to him ; and he went on to tell his friend that he exaggerated the enormity of what he had done. " You say that you've always looked on the ' Little Cipher ' as Jasper's," he said. " But we've only your word for it — 390 BENEFITS FORGOT. and your word for a mental process so intangible that even you can't say when or how the c Little Cipher ' be- came Jasper's mine, or by what process it ceased to be his and became yours." And he added that whatever might be true about this, surely the provocation made a differ- ence ; surely it counted that it was done against one man rather than another. He didn't see why he should con- cern himself much about anything done against Jasper. He believed some of this, but not enough to enable him to face Philip, as he stared at him with a miserable smile a moment before he muttered: "Rot! rot! rot! Very kind of you, Cutter, but no good. I can't deceive myself with such notions as that. It makes no difference, though. If you want to console me, don't talk about Jasper. I can get over that part of it, myself. It's the other — Cutter, can't you see it's the other that matters ? It's that I've done it against her ! I thought if she cared for me she would pardon it because I had done it for her. Crazy fool ! Not to see how it abused all her trust in me ; how it must wound her at her tenderest; how it must profane all our relation. She will never forgive me. She hates me. She despises me." He rose with a groan, and took a restless turn within the narrow space of the compartment, throwing his arms wide, and letting them fall again in despair. Suddenly he stood still and faced his friend. " Heavens, man ! Do you know what that means ? " BENEFITS FORGOT. 391 XXIX. Makgaket went to call on Dorothy the next morning. She had been thinking a great deal about her since the day before. All forms of misery seemed especially griev- ous to her just now, and useless forms of it seemed merely wicked. She had heard nothing from Deed, but there had not been time ; he had telegraphed to let her know of his arrival, and had promised to telegraph again as soon as he had anything to communicate. The dread in which she awaited this message created in hef, for the moment, a need to befriend the sorrow of another. She felt a cer- tain shyness. She had been conscious in their earlier meetings of the vague hesitation about her which Dorothy had tried to conceal. But she would not allow this to make a difference. She found the house upturned when she arrived at the Maurices'. Dorothy came into the little parlour after a moment, apologizing for her appearance : she was in the disarray of the house uniform in which she was accus- tomed to attack the heavier household problems. She kept on her apron. Margaret, glancing at her, saw the traces of tears on her cheeks. " I have come — " she began doubtfully. Her slow eye for such things showed her suddenly the pictures packed and standing in ranks against the wall, the upturned car- pet, the dismantled walls and swathed furniture. " But are you moving ? " " Yes ; there is no reason why I should not tell you, Mrs. Deed. Papa has sent in his resignation." She met her interlocutor's eyes for the moment as if with the inten- 392 BENEFITS FORGOT. tion of putting some face upon the action. Margaret was the first to whom she had been obliged to make the an- nouncement ; put into words it sounded barren ; she saw that she had unconsciously relied on her father to front the inquiring world with an excuse. She found none for herself, and dropped her eyes before Margaret's clear, kind gaze. Margaret's own thought leaped to its decision with its habitual certainty where Deed was not concerned. Doro- thy was sitting on the sofa ; Margaret rose quickly, and came and stood in front of her. " Won't you let me help you ? " she said. "About moving?" asked Dorothy, with troubled eyes. " Oh, there's nothing. Thank you very much, of course. But we have so little." " I didn't mean about moving, though I should be glad if you would let me do anything for you in that, if you must go. But you had better stay. I was thinking about—" She sat down on the sofa beside her, and stole her hand upon Dorothy's. " Listen," she said in a low voice ; " I am in deep trouble — I too — the deepest. Won't you let me help you ? " The sudden tears started to Dorothy's eyes. " But how ? " she stammered. " But why ? " " He is near to me as well as to you, you know. It seems to give me a sort of right to speak. But perhaps you won't think that. Perhaps it hurts you to have it spoken of. I know — trouble is like that ; we wish to keep it to ourselves. But it's better shared, isn't it? It might be needless ; it so often is. It's hard to be wise, but we may be quite sure of that — don't you think so — that need- less additions to the misery of the world are wrong ? And BENEFITS FORGOT. 393 even if it must remain all the trouble it seems to one's self, it is good to let another feel part of the ache with one. It somehow helps." Dorothy listened with averted face ; she kept her glis- tening eyes on the opposite wall ; she pressed the kindly hand as Margaret went on. When she finished she seized it, turning to face her, and gazed into her eyes for a mo- ment through a mist of tears. " Oh, you are good ! " she murmured, chokingly. " I am very unhappy ! " She sobbed out her story in Margaret's lap. When she had done, they remained a long time in each other's arms. " I see how you feel. It is hard," murmured Margaret, drying her eyes ; " but you must forgive him." The fair head on her shoulder was shaken violently. " Yes, yes," said Margaret, gently ; " you must, and you will." She felt herself very old in the presence of this violent young passion ; she felt rich in the abundance of her experience, and the richer because it was so recent. " You love him, don't you ? " Dorothy raised her head, and regarded Margaret in a kind of amazement. " Then you will forgive him," said Margaret, quickly. " Things don't matter so much as we think. I have learned that. One thing matters — only one. And you may be sure he has his excuses if you could know them. My husband is suffering from a wrong he believes he did him ; we have been very confident about it ; but since I have seen him I have doubted. We must both wait. Why, you saw him, you heard him — his honest eyes, that true voice — I don't believe he's false — not intentionally, not wickedly, not without excuse." 394 BENEFITS FORGOT. « Oh, don't, don't ! " " Yes ; I know. If lie is false, in spite of all that, it's the worse — infinitely the worse. But be sure he would have something to say if you would give him his oppor- tunity." " He has had it ; it is he who has condemned himself. It was from his own lips. Don't think, please don't think, that I would believe any one else about him ! " Margaret observed her irresolutely, a little dashed. Her will to help her was unaltered, but she had not the habit of quick resource. " He said that he had taken his brother's mine ? " she repeated. " Yes, yes. He said — how little men understand ! — that he did it for me ! ■ That was his excuse ! " " Yes," said Margaret, slowly ; " I know what you mean. I can see how that would seem the worst pain of all ; and yet, don't you see, too," she added meditatively, " how per- haps it is an excuse, and if an excuse at all, the best ? " She put this forward doubtfully. Dorothy shook her head. " Oh, don't you think I have tried to believe that? Don't you think I tried to give him opportunities to excuse himself, to make it seem right, and that I have done my best to excuse him to my- self since ? Sometimes I have made myself believe that if I couldn't pardon his doing it for me, I ought to par- don him because it was done against his brother. It was a cruel position. But that makes it only worse — a thou- sand times worse, doesn't it ? " She asked it as a ques- tiou. Margaret was silent. " Doesn't it ? " she repeated. " Yes— no— perhaps. Do you know what his brother had done to him ? Do you know it all ?- " BENEFITS FORGOT. 395 " Oh, yes, yes ! It was very hard. But that's what I mean — it was so hard that it was for him all the more to hold his hand. It was his privilege not to strike. It seems to me no one ever had such an opportunity. And to use it as he did ! Oh, there is no excuse — none. The excuses only make it more wrong ; they make it impossible to forgive." Margaret bit her lip. She did not know what to say. But she reached out her hand suddenly, and said in a low voice : " If you have no excuse for him, think how much less he can have one for himself. Have you thought of that ? Doesn't it seem as if it almost forced you to forgive him? Think how he must be suffering ! Eemember, he loves you, too. Think how his love must be making it a torture for him that you should think of him as you do, and. that you are right." "Yes; I have thought of that. I have thought of everything. But nothing helps. It is done — done. If he loved me " — a sob caught at her throat — " if he loved me, it ought to have been a reason for him against this — this that he has done. It's not a reason to forgive him — I can't feel it. I have prayed to feel it. I have prayed — " Her voice died away. She avoided her companion's eye. Margaret looked at her longingly, tenderly, helplessly, and Dorothy gave back her gaze. In Margaret's plain, wholesome face, in her genuine eyes, in the wide, clear, benignant brow, Dorothy read goodness and strength — nothing but goodness and strength. The primness and precision she had been used to fancy in her seemed re- solved into these ; the qualities which she had been used to wish that Margaret would let her like in her seemed somehow to have freed themselves from the old bondage ; 396 BENEFITS FORGOT. she saw that she had in some way misconstrued or wrongly imagined her — or perhaps she was changed ; perhaps experience had taught her. Did one come to see things differently, then, in time? Did one's way of look- ing at certain matters alter ? Should she ever think dif- ferently of Philip ? Margaret, on her side, was looking into Dorothy's eyes, thinking how gentle and sweet and true and right-minded she was ; but thinking, too, that in a way, a very remote way, she stood where she had once stood — where one saw the right so clearly that one was in danger of not seeing all the pity of the wrong ; where it was hard to forgive. The cases were not at all the same ; it was the youth that spoke in Dorothy, of course — the intense, the impulsive, passionately certain youth ; and it was not youth, whatever else it was, that had worked in herself to the same ends. But, at all events, Margaret felt drawn to her by a mys- terious bond of sympathy ; she felt that she knew enough of her state of mind to comprehend, to sympathize, and she yearned to say certain things to the young girl beside her; but she found no words for them. Even about Philip's offence itself (a simple and concrete subject) she could not trust herself to speak ; she wished only to say what would be quite true. She could not let herself com- fort Dorothy against her own conscience about what Philip had seemingly done. If he had done it, it was hateful and wicked to her ; yet there was another point of view. Perhaps Margaret was less entirely illumined by her experience than she thought; perhaps none of us escape out of ourselves, through any experience, beyond recall. She rose at last, and Dorothy rose with her. " I don't BENEFITS FORGOT. 397 know what to say," Margaret said. " I'm not sure what it would be right to say. I am not sure of anything any more. But you will let me come to see you again, I hope, and we can talk." " Oh, come. Pray come," begged Dorothy, taking her hand. " And you won't move, yet ? You will wait ? " Dorothy seemed to take an inventory of the dismantled room and of the situation in her swift glance. " I see what you mean," she said, in a moment. " But I daren't say that. The thought of seeing him again, of meeting him — you don't know what it is to me. I know I'm not reasonable about it, but I feel as if I must go away. I feel as if we should only be happy again — father and I — and get back to our good old times together before — be- fore he came, by going to some place a long way off, and very different from this. And father has sent in his res- ignation ; he wouldn't like to recall it." She pressed her companion's hand. " It is so good of you to come — to care. You won't think me ungrateful if I can't see it quite as you see it — not yet, at all events ? " " Oh, I don't know how I see it ! " exclaimed Mar- garet, hastily. " I am the last person you should trust to ; I make a great many mistakes ; I am not wise. I used to be very certain ; bu fc things have happened to alter that lately. I am not sure of anything — but — but per- haps this is true, — that if we have charge of men's ideals, as men say, we mustn't be too hard in judging them by them. If we love them, we must wish to help them back to them, I think, when they fall; and, at all events, I don't think it can be wrong for us to remember always that they have to do their good and evil in a different 398 BENEFITS FORGOT. world from ours — a world we don't understand, perhaps." She gazed over Dorothy's shoulder, with a far-away look in her eyes, in which she seemed to herself to be question- ing and resolving her own future. " But right and wrong remain — surely they are the same in all worlds," said Dorothy, bewildered by this strain of reasoning from Margaret. " And our loving — that seems to be just it ! It doesn't matter that some one for whom we care nothing does a thing beneath him. When — when another does it — " She did not finish. " I don't know — I don't know," mused Margaret, with the same far-looking eyes. " It's true, of course ; but it's not all the truth — or, at least, there is a better truth, per- haps. Love is better." She bent over and kissed her. " Good-bye," she said. Dorothy watched her go away, with many feelings. XXX. Makgaket's way home took her by Dr. Ernfield's office, and, as she passed, she heard a rap on the window. Beatrice's face appeared at the pane, and she went in, at her silent gesture. They encountered in the outer office, where Beatrice whispered that Dr. Ernfield was ill. His long ride of the day before, followed by a night of watch- ing at Jasper's bedside, had brought on another haemor- rhage. " Is Jasper back, then ? Is he ill ? " Margaret asked quickly. BENEFITS FORGOT. 399 " Yes ; he's back, and he's very ill," returned Beatrice ; and in a hushed voice she told her of the blizzard in which he had been caught on his way back over the mountains from Mineral Springs ; how he had spent three days with- out food or drink under an overhanging rock, dying slow- ly of exhaustion, cold, and hunger ; and how he had at length been found by a lumber-team going up 0. K. val- ley for a load. The men had taken him into the town of 0. K., and he had been laid up at the hotel there until now. " Poor fellow ! " exclaimed Margaret. " Poor fellow ! I wish I could go out and nurse him. Is he alone ? " " He has his cow-boys." " Cow-boys ! " cried she. " No ; I mustn't," she added, after a moment's meditation. " But how like Dr. Ernfield to sit up with him ! Tell me," she said, laying a hand on her companion's arm, " he is better ? " " Yes, he's better ; but he has been very ill. Ned is going to take his place with Jasper, and I'm going to ask you to take my place with him for a moment. I left Ed- ward in the irrigating-ditch. He will be wet through." Margaret was about to say that she couldn't stay, that it was impossible ; but this seemed foolish, on reflection. She put off her shawl in the outer office, and went in to Ernfield, wmile Beatrice silently gathered her wraps in the inner room. She hushed Margaret's entrance into the room where he lay, with her finger on her lip. He was asleep, she saw. So much the better. Beatrice indicated with her finger the medicine he was to take next, whispered one or two further instruc- tions, and glided out, sa}dng she would be back imme- diately. Margaret gave a quick glance about the untidy, 400 BENEFITS FORGOT. mannish room. This, then, was where he lived. There was an unframed medical print or two, and some stuffed specimens. The walls were almost bare, save in the cor- ners, where they were cobwebbed. Margaret could never have lived for a moment in a dishevelled room. The deso- lateness of this one gave her a pang of homesickness for him. She saw that the fire was dying down, and looked about for wood. He stirred uneasily as she softly put on a log, and opened his eyes on her. She rose quickly. His bewil- dered stare broke into a smile. " Have you taken Mrs. Vertner's place ? " he asked. His voice was quite strong. Perhaps, she thought to herself — perhaps he would yet live to conquer his disease, and to take his place in life with the others. She knew that this could not be, that it was impossible ; but the other seemed too dreadful. They faced each other alone for the first time since the day they had ridden up the Ute trail together. " It is good to see you again," he said, as he put forth his wasted hand. She took it and held it a moment si- lently, as she gazed out of the window, thinking of many things. The sunlight was pouring into the little space of Mesa street on which Ernfield's rooms looked. From where she stood she could see the office of the " Maverick Sentinel," which she recalled as the name of the paper she had cause to remember. The days following Deed's going returned to her, as she stood looking out at the sign and holding Ernfield's hand, and it came to her that it was Ernfield, in a way, whom she had to thank for her husband and her happiness. The wind hid the office of the newspaper, and " St. Ann's Rest " and the post-office next door, when it raised, BENEFITS FORGOT. 401 as it did from time to time, a mighty cloud of dust. Women who were walking would sometimes pause before one of these gusts, and turn their backs, burying their faces in their muffs. The men often wore protecting goggles or glasses, and seemed to take the wind and dust as part of the universal joke. As she stole a glance at his face again, and saw in his look the illusory brightness and vitality of the consump- tive, grave and silent tears started in her eyes. " I sha'n't be so sorry not to get well, after all," he said suddenly, observing her from under his half-closed eyelids. She looked, he thought, even more than she usually did, the benignant goddess of all right-doing. He was conscious of an absurd wonder whether she must dress her hair in that way because she was herself, or whether she had to be herself, having once brushed those silky brown strands back from her forehead in that severe fashion. He was as much at a loss to say why he liked her way of parting her hair uncompromisingly from fore- head to crown, without a decoration or extrusion of any sort, and smoothing it simply down to the ears, where it curled back in a way that made him long to tell her how utterly nice she was, as he was at a loss to say why he liked her — why he loved her, in fine, to his madness, his torment. " I sha'n't be so sorry not to get well," he re- peated, " because by the time I could get well, Mrs. Vert- ner and you would have spoiled me past remedy. I shouldn't be able to resume my place in society, decently. No one would be able to tolerate me. If you really want me to have courage to get well, you'd better go before it's too late." She answered him with an indulgent smile only. 402 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Ah, well," lie went on, " it's little matter, either way. The game will soon be up." He put away the instinctive denial that leaped to her lips, with a gesture. " Don't say it," he asked her. " There's no need." A whimsical little groan escaped him as he shifted his position. He stared at her in far-away thought. He caught her hand. " I thought I could die without asking it. But it can't hurt you — my question — not from a man who has his death- warrant. Tell me — are you happy ? " She gazed down into his eyes a moment doubtfully. She felt herself choking ; she nodded painfully. " Ah, that's good ! " he exclaimed. " Good ! And it's true ? " He turned a keen glance on her. " Everything is well with you ? " She shook her head. He regarded her for a moment thoughtfully. " May I guess your trouble ? " he asked, with a deepening of the kindly note in his voice. She said nothing. " Jasper told me a long story when I was called to him last night." He told her what she already knew about the origin of Jasper's illness, and how, in the watches of the night, as he sat by his bedside, he had poured into his ears the whole narrative of his relation to his father and Philip. Margaret flushed. How much did he know ? " It must have been very hard for you," she heard him saying. " How ? What ? " she asked, startled. "All of it. You can't think how it came over me, sitting there in the dark with him — what you must have suffered. I have never known anything of it all. I have fancied things, now and'then, of course ; but I have BENEFITS FORGOT. 403 always liked to believe you happy, and I didn't allow myself to fancy much. The truth is worse than my fan- cies. It must have been very hard for you," he repeated. " It hasn't always been easy," she owned. " Ah, if I could forget the time I tried to make it harder ! " " Don't think that, please. It was you who made everything plain. It was you who helped me. Why — " she hesitated, — " I don't know why I shouldn't say it. I owe you my happiness." "Do you ? " He reached up and took her hand again. " Do you ? " he repeated. " You don't. You mustn't. But perhaps you may, too, if you like," he added, with a smile. " Leave the idea with me for a while. I sha'u't need it long, and it will do me good. Yes," he said happily to himself, " I could go away with that thought. You'd better not stay. You'll take it back." " But it's true." " Is it ? Well, no matter. I like it just as well as false. Your seeing it that way — that's all that counts. And about the happiness — you manage to find it in spite of what we were talking of just now? If I've given it to you, I want more than ever to know that I gave you the genuine article." " Yes ; in spite of that and — some other things, I think I may say I'm happy. Or, at least, I shouldn't know how to choose any way to be happier." '■ There are other things ? " "Nothing that we shall not solve at once and have done with forever. Whatever comes, we have that com- fort now." 404 BENEFITS FORGOT. A shadow passed over his face at that tiny world- including, world-excluding " we " ; but he repeated fer- vently, " G-ood ! good ! " He saw her eyes light suddenly with a light that he had not brought into them. She went to the window, and rapped briskly upon it. A figure on the other side of the street turned at the sound, and, recognizing the face at the window, came quickly across the road. " Excuse me if I leave you a moment," she said, and turned at the door, with a beaming face, to add, as she nodded towards him, " We shall know now." When she had opened the office door to Deed she drew him in and folded him in her arms, and then held him off and questioned his face, reading the good news in his smile with greedy eyes. Ernfield in the next room turned wearily to the wall. She found him so when she ran in for a moment to see that all was well with him. Then she returned, and questioned Deed. She saw before he spoke that he was very happy ; his face had taken on a radiant look. It was like the face of the man she had known in the year before their marriage. She was conscious for the first time how old and worn she had grown used to seeing him look. He was not looking old now ; he was looking young and buoyant. Beatrice came in upon them before he could give her his news, and Deed must greet her, and Margaret must show her the last medicine that Ernfield had taken, and must linger a moment alone by his bedside to say, leaning over him as she buttoned her gloves : " I came to help you, and you have comforted me. It was always the way. Some day you must let me change it; you don't know how much I should like to feel that I had the advantage BENEFITS FORGOT. 405 of you in that, even for a moment. I should like to help you." He stretched up his hand to her ; she noted with pain how frail and thin it seemed. " You are my help," he said, with a sad, eager smile. " I think you know that. It is you who make things possible for me." A sudden flood of compassion filled Margaret's heart as she looked down into his weary eyes. In the great relief which had come to her at sight of her husband's face, in the joy of having him back, which seemed to give him to her as if for the first time, the thought of this maimed and broken life, so poor in joy of any sort, went through her with an afflicting pain. Her own share in his fate enlarged itself, and seemed to press upon her stiflingly ; myriads of memories went electrically through her brain. So poor — so poor he was ! And she so rich ! She stooped with an irresistible impulse, and pressed a fleet kiss on his forehead through her blinding tears. She seized Deed's arm passionately when they were outside, and walked swiftly with him towards the main street, with her muff to her face. For a long time neither of them spoke. Then he began in a low voice, and told her his news. When the servant brought Deed's name to Dorothy next morning, she experienced a sinking of the heart; but she renewed her resolution with a stern word to her- self, and went down to him. As she took his hand a little shock went through her that was not all pain. " His father ! His father ! " she caught herself murmuring. To him she said in a scarcely audible voice, " I am very glad to see you." Her manner was at once eager and reluct- 406 BENEFITS FORGOT. ant. She suddenly looked up, encountered his kindly eye, and colored. His eye was at the moment tenderly stu- dious of her. He saw what Philip perceived in her outward aspect, at least, to like. As she stood before him a little shyly, taking his hand in her cordial pressure, and lowering her eyes after the first full, frank, pleading meeting with his, she seemed to him very charming. " You know why I have come ? " he said, bending over her. "About—" " Yes ; I want you to save him." She motioned her visitor to the couch, taking a chair herself. " Save him ? " she repeated. She clasped her hands in her lap, and drew herself slightly together in unconscious resistance. She had instinctively pushed her chair back a little as she sat down ; she found the mere potency of his presence, his individuality, vaguely control- ling. " I want you to let me bring you together again ; and I want you to do this not for his sake, but for mine. When I tell you, you will understand; and you won't think, I hope, that I ask as much as I must seem to. Last night, Miss Maurice, I came back from Leadville happier than men often are. I had heard great news of him, news that changed all I had been base and cruel enough to think of him. I wanted to hug him. Instead I found him gone, and this for news of him — first what he had done, and then that you had broken with him. You were right. You could do no less. I understand all your feel- ing. But, Miss Maurice, you must take him back. It was I who took Jasper's mine." " You ! " she cried. She smiled nervously. BENEFITS FORGOT. 407 " Yes, I. Not by the outward rules of things. That was Philip's part — to seem to do it. But the real doer of an act is the one behind it all who is responsible for it. I was responsible for this. You know what I did against Jasper. This is one of the fruits of it. If I had not done that, this could not have happened. I made the situation. He had to act in it as he did. The blame's mine. Lift it from him ! It's that I want to ask you." She was bewildered ; she did not know what to say. She stole a glance at him where he sat, and perceived the look like Philip's look; it was about the mouth perhaps; it was his smile that was like Philip's. He was hand- somer than his son. As she whipped another furtive glance at him, she found herself trusting him ; his sturdy frame, the clear-cut, powerful face, the alert and genial eye — all had an effect of gentle force, on which she in- stinctively reposed. To her it seemed that he looked very right. He went on in a moment to tell her what he had learned at Leadville, beginning with his quarrel with Phil- ip, and taking pleasure in condemning himself. He said that he had made an egregious and wicked mistake. And then he made her see (he told the story with glistening eyes) how this precious boy of his, whom he had dared to cast off for a fancied baseness, and against whom he had hardened his heart, had all the time been sheltering and righting and saving him behind his back by the most shameless trick. He broke down in the midst of it. Tears of pride filled his eyes. " That was good, that was noble of him," said Dorothy quickly. " And you will forgive him ? You will pardon him ? You will take him back ? " 408 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Oh, don't you think I want to? Don't you suppose I long to? I can't!" She did not know how she said these things. It seemed easy to talk to him, but difficult, impossible not to do what he wished. The effect of his presence grew upon her rather than diminished, and a kind of diffidence lingered in all she said. She felt keenly how much he had put aside to come to her ; that gave authority to all he said — that, and the sense that he was older than she, that he was his father, that he was in trouble ; and she felt her own young girl's feelings, opinions, judgments, shrinking in the balance by the operation of an instinct almost like one of decorum. But she called upon her resolution. In the time which had passed since Margaret had left her she had gone over the question between herself and Philip with all the hon- esty she could find in herself. She had forced herself to face it with absolute pitilessness for her own pride, and for all that might be merely extraneous or selfish in her feeling. She had rehearsed it all, as well, with the ten- derness for him which, alas ! she did not need to force ; and she believed that she had taken her resolve. It was taken in bitterness and tears ; but it was fixed. Deed leaned over from his place on the couch, and took her hand. " You won't punish him for what began with me," he said. " I see what you mean," she said in a dry voice, out of which she kept her feeling as she could ; " but I fear that can't be true for me. I can perceive it, but I can't feel it. I have thought a great deal of what you speak of, though, since he — since Philip told me of it ; I have thought of what the punishment you found for your son must have BENEFITS FORGOT. 409 cost you, I mean, and of his gratitude; and I've been very sorry for you. May I say that ? " " I am very glad to have you say it. I see that you're good, that you're kind." "No; don't think that, please," murmured Dorothy painfully. " I am hard ; I must be hard." He regarded her for a moment as he withdrew his hand. "Then we shall understand each other, Miss Maurice," he said. " I am hard. It is that which has brought me here. If I hadn't been hard, I should never have got myself and Philip into this miserable mess with Jasper, which has led Philip to do, now, what you see." " But what you did, and what he has done — they are very different. What you did — do you mind my saying that? — may not have been right, perhaps, but it was splen- did." His face confessed his pleasure in her praise, but he said quickly : " Are you quite sure, Miss Maurice, that if you knew all Philip's motives, you wouldn't find some- thing heroic about them, too? What I did used to seem to me fine, too ; it doesn't now. But it makes no differ- ence ; I had to do it, and every one near to me has had to pay for it. It's taken its revenge," he said sadly. " I was right, perhaps ; but I was not right to take my right. An injury began with that which has gone on ever since. There was no injury until I did it to Jasper, for his was what I made it. If I had not resisted it — I see that, now — it must have stopped there. I was not wise enough. I answered his villainy, and the penalty has been brought home to me since in every form through which I could be made to feel. It has not always been myself ; it has been Margaret's fate to suffer for it, too, and now it's Philip's. 410 BENEFITS FORGOT. Don't force him to suffer more for it than you must. That's what I've come to beg of you." The dignity and reality of his trouble affected her deeply as she listened. Her generous instinct to rush to the aid of any one in pain or difficulty came over her. But what seemed a final obstacle rose to withhold her. She did not know how to explain it. She lowered her eyes to her lap. " Mrs. Deed came to see me ; she has been more than good. She will have told you how I — what I feel," she said huskily. " I know. It's not only the wrong he has done Jasper, culpable, strange, and mistaken as that is. There is more to forgive." " Oh, if it were only to forgive ! That would be easy. I suppose I have forgiven now. When one gets over the first pain and shock, one forgives, if one loves, instinc- tively. But that is nothing — a form of words. He would not care for that ; and I couldn't offer it to him. What he wishes is something else. The only thing I could do that would do any good would be to bring it all back, — our old relation — as if this had never been. I can wish it back, and I do. But I can't bring it back. Nothing, it seems to me, can do that — nothing ! " " You mean that you can't bring it back for his own sake or for yours ? I know that. Won't you try it, then, for the sake of some one outside of it all — some one who has no claim ? " " You mean — " she began. " Yes," he answered eagerly ; " will you do it for me ? " A flush mounted to her face. "I have told you how I wronged and misunderstood him," he went on. " You know how he has rewarded me. You see — I'm sure it's BENEFITS FORGOT. 41 1 natural to you to see such things — how I must long to do something for him ; how I can't bear to think, how- ever much he has deserved it, that he should be un- happy." Dorothy looked over at him compassionately. " I see that," she murmured. He leaned forward, and took her hand again. " He will pardon me ; he will run to do it. But I can't take his pardon on those terms. You understand. He has humiliated me ; he has heaped burning coals of fire on my head. I can't face him in his trouble empty-handed." " No," she murmured. She was much shaken. " Listen, my dear girl," he went on. " Do you think that what he has done is less a pain and trouble to me than to you ? Have you thought how he is repeating my experience? In attacking Jasper, after all his forbear- ance, he is beginning as I began, and must go on as I have gone on. You see that. It doesn't make what he has done seem less wrong, though he must have excuses of which we know nothing ; but, to me, it makes it more pitiful. You understand how I can't look on, and see that happening, and do nothing to stop it. I must stop it. Miss Maurice, I'm sure you can't have the heart to let him stumble on into the mire where I've been strug- gling these last months — you won't let him do that for lack of a word. I'm sure you will help me ! " He stopped, and a great pity for the man into whose eyes she was looking, for Philip, and for the situation Philip had made common to both of them, came over her. It was almost impossible to her not to try to help them. " Oh, if it were a question of pity, of tenderness, of love, of anything but what it is ! " she burst out. 412 BENEFITS FORGOT. " But finally that is the question — how much you love him, isn't it ? And is anything impossible to love ? " He leaned forward suddenly. " My dear girl, will you let me tell you of something which has come very close to me ? " She was gazing at him in absorption ; she nodded tremulously. " You will understand, if I tell you this, that it is necessary — necessary to me that you should take him back ; you will see that I couldn't speak of it for a light reason. You have heard how I abandoned Margaret on her wedding-day ? " " Oh, don't speak of that ! Don't make me feel that I have forced you to speak of that," she exclaimed in a kind of panic. She was not sure of what she was saying. He silenced her with a sad and gentle gesture, and sketched the occasion of his difference with Margaret quickly. " You see," he said, at the end, " I had no ex- cuse. It was simply a monstrous humouring of my pas- sion. I forced her to pretend, if she would unselfishly save me from myself, and then savagely punished her for it. I left her as if I had never had an obligation to her. It was an insult, and not a brave one. To desert a wom- an on her wedding-day could never be a handsome thing to do ; in this case, where her only crime was caring for me too well, it was an abominable cruelty. And how did she reward me ? Ah, my dear girl, you know. I could never come back to her ; she knew it. She knew that I had shut the gates of paradise behind me, and that, ex- cept for the chance of her mercy, I must remain at the decent distance I had chosen for myself, cursing my folly, and longing vainly for her. It was her right never to suffer me to so much as see her again — a thousand times her right. I had outraged her pride ; I had wounded her BENEFITS FORGOT. 413 at a woman's tenderest and dearest point. And she for- gave me ! Don't ask me how. She found a way." He got up abruptly, and looked down for a moment in silence at the stooping figure in the chair before him. Dorothy's head was in her hands. She was weeping bitterly. " My dear girl," he asked with grave tenderness, " won't you find a way ? " She rose and put her hands in his. " I will try," she said, lifting her tear-stained face to his bravely. " And I may tell him — " " Tell him I will see him." He looked at her long and questioningly, while he held her hands. XXXI. " But you didn't tell him that there was any difficulty between Miss Maurice and Philip, I hope ? You weren't such a dunce as that, Ned ? " It was two days later, and they were seated at dinner, Margaret had secured rooms at the Centropolis House against Deed's return from Pinon (with Philip, she hoped), and had taken up her own residence there, though she was much at the Yertners'. She had said that she felt that they — she and Deed — must begin to think of settling down, like sensible people (she had begun to make plans from the hour in which she heard Deed's good news about the Leadville business) ; and though she did not pretend that apartments at a hotel were even by 414 BENEFITS FORGOT. way of gratifying this ambition, she said that they at least did not constitute a step in the other direction, like stay- ing with one's friends. Vertner arrested the carving-knife with which he had been inquiring his way to the joint of the fowl before him, and levelled a glance of scorn at his wife in response to her question. " Well, I should hope not," she rejoined to this dis- claimer, as he busied himself about the fowl again. And then after a pause, " I shall always say it was very good of you to go out to the Triangle to see what you could do for him, Ned." " Shall you ? Well, I should think more of it myself if Jasper interested me less. I didn't go to nurse him ; I went to take a look at him. He has a special effect on me ; I'm curious about him ; I'm always wondering what he will do next." " Well, you see what he has done next ? " " Yes ; but just before he did it, I thought he was going to do something else." Vertner asked Edward to hand him the cranberries, as he finished cutting some of the fowl for himself, and settled himself at the table with the conscious pleasure of the carver who has earned his contentment. " I had got his next move all planned out in my mind ; I thought I saw that he had seen a point which dawned on me while I was sitting with him ; per- haps he has seen it, — indeed, I'm pretty sure he has, — but he hasn't acted on it. He has done something even more brilliant." " Do you call it brilliant to go after Mr. Maurice and Dorothy by the next train?" " From his point of view — certainly. Do }^ou suppose BENEFITS FORGOT. 415 Jasper could sit still under the thought that, after all that has happened, it should be his brother who succeeds with her ? He will know how to reconcile himself to it if it happens; but he isn't going to let it happen if he can help himself. The first news that reached him when he was brought back to Maverick was that they were engaged ; and if I know Jasper, he wanted to break something in celebration of that news. But then along comes Philip and puts a weapon into his hands, and he rages, but chirks up. He sees the opportunity his brother has given him. And then he hears that the engagement is broken on account of the same affair, and that pleases him down to the ground." " But how did he hear that ? And how do you sup- pose he knew that Mr. Maurice and Dorothy were going yesterday afternoon, when no one else knew it ? " " Well, I think I could imagine. Who has always been his friend here ? " " Why, Mr. Maurice ; but—" " There is no ' but.' Maurice was angry when she broke the engagement, of course. He supposed Philip was the rich one, then. But the transfer of the ' Little Cipher ' to Jasper changed his mind, just as she was begin- ning to change her mind back again. I don't believe he was very sorry that, if the ' Sentinel ' had to copy that article from the Laughing Valley paper about his doings over there, it should choose this time for it. Perhaps she gave him more definite reason to believe that she would forgive Philip than she gave Deed. At all events, he wouldn't care to keep her where Philip would certainly find her within a day or two and make it up with her. He decided to take an early train,, for various 27 416 BENEFITS FORGOT. reasons ; but first he let Jasper know where he was going." " I wish we knew. I begged her to telegraph. I knew Margaret would never forgive me if I didn't. But I wanted to know for myself. I am very sorry for her." " So am I. But I am still more sorry for Deed and Philip. Think of Deed's bringing him back here to find her gone ! He's set his heart on this thing. He is in such a position that his peace of mind depends on his success in it. I sha'n't forget for a while the after-dinner cigar I smoked with Deed the day before he called on Dorothy. I've seen men crushed before ; but not like that. Well, of course it tore him up to have to feel that Phil had turned round and been his salvation after all. After quarrelling with him, and casting him off because he thought he was unfaithful to him, it was pretty rough. He could have stood it to know that he had been in the wrong, and that he had accused Philip without any too much excuse; but this was another matter. It's awful for a generous man to have to see that he has done a nasty thing. From the hour when he faced the fact that his son had really been fixing things up for him at Leadville — doing his best to stop the boomerang Deed had started on its cheerful career before he left Leadville, using the $50,000 he had flung at him to save him, and generally toeing the mark, and doing his duty like a little man — from that hour he has been the happiest and the most miserable man going. To know that Phil was all right tickled him to death, but it shocked him to think how he had used him. His going to Dorothy yesterday didn't surprise me. He didn't say he was going ; but it was the only thing left to him. When Margaret told him about BENEFITS FORGOT. 417 it, I guess he felt that this little rumpus between Miss Maurice and Phil was a kind of providence. It gave him a show. He couldn't take Philip's hand again until he had made it right with him, somehow. That was his chance. He took it and won — or, at least, if Maurice had let things alone, he stood a first-rate chance to win. And now he will be bringing Phil back with him to-morrow morning, both of them all ready to be mighty happy, and I don't know which the gladdest to be friends with the other again, and they will find her gone. It makes me tired ! " exclaimed Vertner, pressing his handkerchief nervously to his brow, and ejaculating the slang as if it had the force of a phrase sacred to grief. " I'm not sure whether Philip deserves much pity," said Beatrice after a moment. " Of course I'm sorry for him ; but, as Margaret would say, I'm not sure that I ought to be. She couldn't do anything but give him up after he had done such a thing." "Perhaps she couldn't. I'm not sure that another woman (a little different, or a little older woman : say a woman of thirty, instead of a girl of twenty-one) might not have found that she could do something else in her situation, though — dodge round a bit, and find her feel- ings coming up in unexpected places to square things with her conscience or her other feelings." "It's easy for men to say such things; and perhaps you are right — about some women," responded his wife, after a moment. " But you can't judge, Ned. You can't feel as a woman must in such a case. The circumstances were peculiar." " Peculiar mainly in his not being so allfiredly guilty as her treatment of him makes out. Of course it isn't 418 BENEFITS FORGOT. proper to take your brother's mine; but that isn't the question. The actual question is surrounded by a thou- sand reasons for thinking that it is just right to take your brother's mine, and that it might be a hallowed duty. Besides, he didn't do that — he merely failed to let on that he had once thought the ' Little Cipher ' would be a good mine to give to his brother." " Pshaw, Ned ! You exaggerate ! " " Well, I'm stating the case for the defence. You don't expect me to stick to absolutely undecorated facts, do you? Still, I stand by that. That's the gist of it. You get into a hair-splitting region when you try to say whose mine that actually was. My mind is too gross for it. And, at all events, you must admit that she has been pretty hard on him ; she's too clear-headed. Women are that way when it comes to the wrong-doings of the man nearest to them; and especially if it touches them di- rectly. I see it in you sometimes, Trix; but Dorothy is much worse." " Oh, she sees things," owned Beatrice. " Sees things ! Well, I should remark — outside and inside, and underneath, and all around. That's what makes me pity Phil. No man can stand that kind of soul-plumbing, straight-in-the-eye, unforgiving, un dis- counting, heavenly stare. We're not built that way — and Phil, poor fellow, less than most of us. Phil makes al- lowances for himself; he knows where he needs them, and he puts them where they will do the most good. It has got him into the habit of thinking that other people will be making the same for him ; and some of us crude sinners, who know how it is ourselves, make them right along, and glad of the chance, with one of the best fel- BENEFITS FORGOT. 419 lows in the world. But, bless my soul ! is that the way she takes him? Is that the way any woman takes a man? Not much ! She takes him on the ground of the fellow she's dreamed, and he has to live up not only to the man she thinks him, but to the kind of man she thinks all good men. It's the sort of thing to do a man good. I don't deny it. It puts stuff into him ; it's a tonic and a stimulant and a bracer. But it's hard, con- stant ticklish work. And the worst of it is, it doesn't count — not for what it is. Women, dear things, fancy it is the every-day attitude of the sex ; and when some fine morning you relax a bit, you're punished not on the basis of what you are, but on the basis of what she's all along been thinking you." " Oh, you don't get any more than you deserve," laughed Beatrice. " It's all right. I don't say it isn't. I only say that we're entitled to warning; it's like playing poker with- out notice that you are playing ' straights.' I like to be familiar with the rules myself, before I risk my money." " The rules are perfectly simple. You've only got to be good." " You call that simple ! I fancy Phil wouldn't agree with you. — Shut up, son ! " he said, in an aside to the young man who was strumming on his plate with his spoon. XXXII. In the late afternoon of the following day Dorothy was sitting on the piazza of one of the smaller hotels at Colo- 420 BENEFITS FORGOT. rado Springs watching the sun go down behind Pike's Peak. The little city of invalids and tourists, which has easily one of the loveliest situations in the world, was at one of its best moments. The sun had not gone ; the clear air seemed clearer for the tinge of rosiness, and the splendid bulk of the Peak, cut crisply against the dying light, looked down on a cluster of villas and hotels in which each structure seemed to stencil its Queen Anne jaggedness, or Late Colorado vagaries of outline, against a sky which invited stencilling. She was alone on the piazza. Some of the other peo- ple staying at the hotel (there were not many) had made up a party and driven over to the Garden of the Gods and Manitou ; two or three young men had gone on a walk to Cheyenne Canon ; some ladies, left behind, were in their rooms. It was just before the supper hour, and the ex- cursionists would soon be returning. Her father had left her half an hour before, saying that he wanted a walk ; he had not suggested that she should come with him, and she had made no movement to accompany him. She was glad to be quiet and to think. She sat thus for a long time, meditating about many things, and working intermittently at some embroidery in her hands, until suddenly she felt, rather than saw, a shadow fall between her and the sun, and, looking up, perceived Jasper. She rose instantly. A shock went through her. She felt herself gazing at him defiantly, and then she saw how very ill he looked. His face was almost spectral; its old firmness was gone. His hollow cheeks and cavernous eyes gave her a start. Her glance roved hastily over him ; she saw that his clothes, which had been used to set so trimly on his figure, hung on him BENEFITS FORGOT. 421 with an almost shambling looseness. In her surprise she remained motionless, arrested half-way in her intention to go in and leave him standing there. He perceived his advantage, and said, in the thin and wasted voice which had replaced his former manly tones : " You are wondering at the change. Didn't you know that I had been ill ? " She made " Yes " with her lips. " But you didn't think it was so bad ? It was a close call." " You ought not to be out. You ought not to be up," she said. She forgot that she had not meant to speak to him. A ball of worsted with which she had been work- ing fell from her arms, and rolled out on the piazza. He stooped with his old precise courtesy, and restored it to her. " I had a very good reason for getting up," he said. " I heard that you had gone away — that you were leaving Maverick for good. I had meant to wait until I could come to see you in the usual way ; I should have man- aged it in a day or two. But your going made everything different." " Excuse me," rejoined Dorothy, hastily. " I can't allow you to include me in your plans." He smiled tolerantly. " You remember our last meet- ing, do you not ? You remember your promise. I have been waiting for your answer." In all the reflections which had contemned Jasper, and put him forever out of the case for her, she had not thought of this — that, in form, he was entitled to some word from her. She saw that it put her for the moment in the wrong with him. But she said, with disdain : 422 BENEFITS FORGOT. " I didn't think it necessary to tell you that I had found you out. I supposed you would guess that." Jasper bit his lip, and waited a moment before reply- ing. He had determined, in seeking this interview, to keep his temper. " I knew that you had resolved to break faith with me when I heard of your engagement to my brother. I don't see why I was bound to suppose that your reason was one discreditable to me." " Break faith with you ? " she repeated scornfully. " You won't say that you hadn't as good as promised me ; you won't pretend that if you had never said a word, you had not still given me the right to believe that I was something more to you than another. You distinguished me, you encouraged me ; it might not have meant great things in another case. But you haven't forgotten that we were once betrothed ; and you know a woman doesn't single out for favour a man who has once occupied that re- lation to her unless she means something in particular." The truth of this came over Dorothy helplessly. She gathered herself to confute it, but before she spoke she knew that he had, -in a sense, the right of it. It was not in her to lessen a fault because it was hers; rather it pressed on her the more closely. But she saw that if she let Jasper make this point, it must be the end of every- thing. " Does it really seem to you that you have a right to expect the same consideration as other men ? " she asked, looking into his eyes. " Why not ? You give it to him." Dorothy caught her breath as he said this, not bitterly or heatedly, but with the quiet manner of stating a con- BENEFITS FORGOT. 423 sideration which she had omitted. She saw all that he meant ; it quelled her, and beat her down. She glanced at him where he stood with his back to the sun, support- ing himself lightly against a pillar, and fixing her with a glimmering smile. She opened her lips to speak, and closed them again, thinking better of what she had been going to say. But in a moment she raised her head, and said quickly, " I can't discuss that with you," and made a motion to pass him. He put out a gentle hand to stay her. " Please don't go yet, Miss Maurice. I've left a sick-bed and come a long way to see you. I'm sure you won't refuse to hear me. You have not been fair." He did not strike this note at hazard. She stopped ; he had known she must stop. " If you don't think me worthy of ordinary usage because of my treatment of him, what do you think of his treatment of me ? " The question sent a chill through her ; she knew what she had thought of it. Was that still her thought ? Con- fronted with her own sense of Philip's act balanced in this sort against her sense of Jasper's, she had suddenly the need to take refuge in any denial of her old feeling. She could not bear to think, even for that passing mo- ment, that a feeling of hers was sanctioning his compari- son. For a moment no answer befriended her; it was because from one point of view there was no answer, she saw. But the necessity to defend him, to cry out against this odious grouping, brought her the certainty — the sud- den, illuminating certainty — that hers was the other point of view. She saw surely, for the first time, that the mood of her talk with Deed was a finality ; that love had con- quered in her. It was her love that spoke now. 424 BENEFITS FORGOT. " And have you the courage to think the two cases in any way alike ? " she said. He had counted on her inward assent to the sound- ness of his position. He had it ; but he was dealing with another force which he could not measure. He was shaken by the assurance with which she answered. Was he mistaken, then ? Had she not thrown Philip over because she hated the injury he had done him? He had reckoned on this, and on the revulsion of feeling towards the injured one which he had imagined in her generous nature. Taking his own act for a moment from what he supposed to be her standpoint, and putting it at its worst (he knew what to think of it himself, but he could fancy her ignorant objections to it readily enough), in what way could she in justice feel it to be more heinous than Philip's? Jasper was, of course, better at almost any- thing than in estimating the moral value of his own actions ; his sincerity in believing them " all right " from the standpoint of a man who didn't pretend to the priggishness of being better than his neighbours dis- abled his usual cleverness at this point. But he saw his mistake, and manoeuvred an inward retreat, and brought himself into line at another place before he an- swered. "Suppose I say I have that courage?" He stroked his mustache lightly. Its rich, bright abundance made the cheek behind it seem paler. She met his eye fearlessly. " I should ask you if you had given your brother back the share in the ranch you took from him if I believed you." " Why should I ? " " Why should you ? " BENEFITS FORGOT. 425 " Yes. It is mine, for one tiling ; but that apart, he hasn't done as much for me." " But he has restored the mine to you — he has surren- dered everything." " The mine, yes ; but not everything. There is a mat- ter of $5,000." " What do you mean ? " She swept a thousand possi- bilities with her mental vision while she waited for his answer, and rejected them one after another. " My precious brother negotiated the loan of that sum on the security of the mine, I find. That was one of the first things he did with his borrowed claim." " It is not true," said Dorothy, simply. " You might ask your father." " My father ? " exclaimed she. " Philip borrowed it for him. It was at a time when your father found it inconvenient to owe me as much as that." He smiled with intention. " Do you mean to say that — that — " she gasped. " That I had the presumption to lend your father as much money as that? Yes. I suppose I mustn't expect you to like it, but I did it." " And he — he took it from Mm to pay you ? " Jasper nodded. She gave a little moan, and sank into one of the seats on the piazza. The young men who had gone for a walk to Cheyenne Canon were visible on the road before the hotel. Their woollen stockings and knee-breeches were covered with dust ; they came along at a swinging pace, laughing and talking. They passed into the house through the wide entrance, casting a glance of polite curiosity at the intent group at the further end of the piazza. 426 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Will you do me a kindness ? " she asked in a husky voice, as he dropped into the seat beside her. He pro- tested his eagerness. " Go away, please ! " she entreated. " I beg your pardon," exclaimed Jasper, as if he had not understood. " Please go away. You haye made me hear it. I couldn't help that. But you won't stay, now." She paused, and clasped her hands before her. A wretched sigh escaped her. " Oh, how could he ? " she cried to herself, in the words she had once used for Philip. " You are not fair, Miss Maurice," he said, rising with dignity. " Am I to blame because my brother has chosen to borrow money on my mine, and has failed to return it to me ? Am I to blame because your father chooses, for reasons of his own, to make such an arrangement with your affianced husband ? " " Oh, don't ! don't ! Have you no manliness ? " She felt her cheeks burning with the horror of the ideas that were coming to her ; she turned away to hide their shame- ful confession. She was trying not to hate her father; she was searching for excuses for him. Was it to this, then, that Mr. Deed's allusion to Philip's motives pointed? Was it her father that she must blame for what Philip had done ? " Is the truth so hard, then ? " Jasper was asking. " Would you rather believe what you wish to believe ? Would you rather think well of certain persons, even if you knew it was not the truth ? But I needn't ask. You take the side towards which you are drawn for the mo- ment — like a woman ; and everything is indifferent to you but the illusions by which you make yourself think that the right side at all hazards. The truth doesn't BENEFITS FORGOT. 427 matter to you — nor justice, nor fairness. You needn't tell me that ; I know it," he said. She winced ; the stroke was well aimed. " You know much better than that," she answered feebly. " Say rather that I used to know better. But I knew it of another woman, I think. The woman I used to know, Miss Maurice, couldn't be so resolved to think badly of a man who has openly taken his right, and so determined, at all costs, to think well of a man who trades on his brother's ignorance to cheat him out of his prop- erty." She shrank where she sat, and he pressed home his advantage. " Is it the motive that makes the differ- ence ? Is it so wrong, then, to take what belongs to one, without malice, or double thoughts, or hope of any gain but the plain one ; and is it so right to take what does not belong to one, with the admirable motive of revenge, and the other admirable motive of winning a sneaking advantage with a woman ? Ah," cried he, bitterly, " it makes a difference who does such things, and even more it makes a difference for whom they are done ! " " Oh no, no ! " she began vehemently. But she sank back in her chair helplessly. She shook her head. " You would not understand." His voice took a note of tenderness as he dropped again into the seat beside her, and said in low tones : " Are you sure of that, Miss Maurice ? I think I know what you have been thinking of me these last few weeks, since we met. You have heard things about me which couldn't make you think well of me. But I want you to do me the justice to remember that they were not told you by my friends. There are always two sides. It would be fair to hear mine before judging. But I don't ask you to 428 BENEFITS FORGOT. do that. Suppose I admit all that you are thinking ; sup- pose I say that I see it, in a degree, from your own point of view ; suppose I agree to make it right with my father, to restore what he thinks I came by unfairly ; suppose, in other words, I agree to take your view — would you care, would it make a difference to you ? " She glanced up at him in bewilderment. " I'm not sure that I know what you mean," she said quickly. " I couldn't care that you should agree with me, merely to agree. You must know that. But the other — " She paused a moment. " You must be equally sure that I should be glad of anything that made you think it right to do that," she said gravely. It was difficult to think of anything but the near and personal trouble which was gnawing at her heart ; but his suggestion opened vistas — it stimulated and engaged her. " Would you care so much then ? " he asked, regard- ing her curiously. She hesitated a moment. " Yes ; very much," she said heartily. " I have seen your father. Knowing him has given me a great wish to help him. If you could see how what you did has wounded and broken him, you would wish to do what you say even more than I could wish to have you do it." " He hasn't treated me well," said Jasper, laconic- ally. " No," rejoined Dorothy, eagerly. " It was only what you might have expected him to do ; it was only what he had a right to do by the code most of us live by ; but he too feels that it was a mistake. Or perhaps I ought to say that he feels it wasn't as right as it seemed to him at the time." BENEFITS FORGOT. 429 " Well, that's a step," admitted Jasper. And he added, " He did me a beastly injury." " And what had you done to him ? " " I had taken my rights." " Yes," said Dorothy, with intention. "Do you mean that they were not my rights? He had given them to me himself." " No ; I don't mean that," said she, quietly. Her as- sent maddened him more than any denial could have done. It gave him a feeling of helplessness absolutely singular in his experience. " Oh, I know what you mean," he retorted bitterly. " You mean that you despise me." Philip's words came back to her, and she wondered how she had ever borne to hear them from him, and allowed him to go from her feeling that what he said was true. " No," she said gently. " It's the same thing. I don't thank you for the dif- ference. But you shall think differently of me ! " He rose quickly and stood before her. "Listen. I have passed three days face to face with death since we met last. Perhaps I am not the same man you have known in all respects." His husky, inadequate voice gave the statement meaning, almost gave it reality. " Would you believe me changed if I were to say so?" He looked closely at her. " I don't know," she said, looking up at him doubt- fully. A new light came into her eyes. " Such things do change a man." " You imply a doubt whether they would change me. But you shall believe it," he said fiercely. " I will go on to Maverick to-day and withdraw the suit against my 430 BENEFITS FORGOT. father which is to come on to-morrow ; I will give up to my brother the share in the ranch which my father claims for him." " You will ! " exclaimed she. " Oh, I shall be glad for your father." Her eyes left him musingly in a happy look. " And for me ? " She glanced inquiringly at him. She brought herself back to the consideration of his relation to his proposal with an effort. " Oh, I shall be very glad for you, too, of course." His face fell. " Is that what you mean ? " he asked. " Is that all you mean ? " "I shall feel it is good of you — from your point of view ; yes, very good." He bit his lip. It was hardly this measured approba- tion that he had sought. She saw the defeated look on his face, and with a movement of compassion and self- accusal, she rose, holding out her hand to him. " I shall think better of you, if that is what you mean. It is gen- erous, it is right." He held her hand firmly, searching her eyes with a piercing gaze. " How much better ? " he asked. She withdrew her hand. " What do you mean ? " she asked in confusion. " I am ready to do all that there is to do to show my sincerity." " Yes," assented she, bewildered; "that is true." " Will you do nothing for me ? " " What do you wish ? " " Believe in me again." He stooped over her. " I will. I do." She withdrew herself from him a little, vaguely alarmed by his manner. BENEFITS FORGOT. 431 " You know very well what I wish, Dorothy. Believe in me as you used to." " I can't do that," she said, looking into his eyes, un- faltering. Her breath came quickly. " Would it be such a miracle, then ? " She nodded. " Ah," cried he, " you can work for him ! " " It is not the same," she stammered. " No," he rejoined ; " it is not the same. It should be much more difficult. He won you from me through this mine." " Oh, don't say it ! " begged Dorothy. " And he has not scorned to take a more material profit from that villainy. What is he giving up ? You made that the test a little while ago. By that measure do I show so badly ? " " He will pay you the money," she said desper- ately. " Perhaps. I don't know. It wouldn't be unlike him, you must own, if he didn't. But can he give me back what else he has taken from me ? " "What?" she asked in a half whisper, though she knew what he would say. " You! Can he pay that debt? Can he give you back to me?" Dorothy dropped her eyes. He took her hand and bent over her tenderly. She seemed suddenly stricken powerless ; she could prevent nothing. " It is only you who can pay that debt for him," he said. His weakened voice had a winning note in its effect- iveness. For the space of an instant, while she stood there arraigning Philip, as he meant her to, and liking his own surrender as he had hoped, something in her — 28 432 BENEFITS FORGOT. an effect of nerves rather than of impulses, even the most trivial — responded to him. The plea was ingenious-, it addressed itself with overwhelming force to a whole side of her nature ; for a moment she felt as if she was about to be carried off her feet — towards what she knew not. Not away from Philip, certainly ; but at least towards the man by her side. She felt the dangerous stirrings of pity at her heart. But a moment later she glanced up and saw him watching her, and another thought came into her mind. Then she spoke. " It does not seem to me a debt ; but if it were, you must know that I could not pay it," she said steadily. A look of bitter disappointment crossed his counte- nance. "Do you mean that?" he asked, scanning her face. " Yes." " Yet you expect me to pay my debt," he said bitingly, " — what you regard as mine. You expect me to restore to my father and to him." It was a question, though he put it forth as a statement. " I expect nothing. You wish that for yourself, do you not?" Jasper smiled sardonically. " Do you suppose that I can wish for anything apart from my wish for you ? You don't know how I love you — you have never known. Say that we may be again as we once were, and you will see what I would be strong enough for. You could do what you would with me." Her eyes blazed with sudden intelligence. " Do you mean to say — do you dare to say," she said shakenly, " that you would only do what you have been proposing to do, if BENEFITS FORGOT. 433 — that you would not do it unless — Oh ! oh ! And you offered it as a bribe ! Oh, go ! go ! " He caught her hands, and, prisoning them in his, looked down steadfastly into her eyes, with a long, intent, hungry look. An expression of acute misery came over his face. " Ah," he cried desperately, " now, you do de- spise me!" She lowered her eyes. She did not answer. He dashed his hand to his face, and without a word walked quickly away from her side, and out into the roadway before the hotel, with the uncertain steps of a sick man. Dorothy stood where he had left her. She heard his retreating steps, but did not look round. Her eyes were fixed on the rosy summit of the peak. As she looked the sun suddenly went down. A chill was borne to her through the air, and she started. She perceived that she must have been standing so a long time. She put her hand to her face. There were tears in her eyes, too. She saw her father coming towards the hotel from the direc- tion opposite to that which Jasper had taken, A chill went through her for another reason. XXXIII. Maegaket stood in the window of her sitting-room at the Centropolis House, which commanded a view of the arrival platform of the railway, and exchanged signals with Deed as he alighted from his train, on his return from Pifion. She saw Philip follow him, with their hand- luggage, and as he set it down on the platform, he too 434 BENEFITS FORGOT. glanced up at her window, and, catching her eye, waved his hat towards her, with a smile of greeting. Then Vert- ner seized upon them, and she saw him going through the hopeless struggle to tell them only so much of the truth as he thought they would like ; with a beating heart she saw her husband pressing, insisting, and finally pinning him, and Vertner going through the stages of impotent yielding, burlesquing his helplessness with desperate ges- tures. She saw her husband cowed and dazed, as she had feared, by his news, and saw Philip fall upon Vertner with questions. Then it was Vertner who took the initiative, and he forcibly pulled into the conference the conductor of the train, who was passing them, left them for a mo- ment to dash into the hotel, bestirred himself, bustled about, and finally pushed Philip on the train again, handed his valise up to him, and waved a gay and cheer- ing hand to him, as the train pulled out of the station. Deed, when he had seen the last of the train, turned and challenged Vertner again, and they talked soberly for some moments. They were palpitating moments to Margaret. Since Dorothy had so suddenly left Maverick with her father she had been in a distracted state. It seemed as if she was almost to blame for it — as if she could have prevented it if she had not gone at Mrs. Felton's invitation for a long drive, on that day, to Loredano; and returned only to find them both gone, leaving no trace save a confused and hurried note from Dorothy, which told her nothing. She quailed before the thought of what this failure of his hope must be to her husband. She heard his quick step in the passage, and ran to admit him. When she had kissed him she searched his BENEFITS FORGOT. 435 face, and withdrew herself from his embrace in alarm, recognizing the set look of resolve she remembered from the fatal day on which he had left her to go and right himself with Jasper. He went to the window, while she watched him anx- iously, and cast a glance up and down the track. Then he dropped restlessly into a seat, and fixed his eyes deject- edly on the carpet. She took a seat opposite him ; when he glanced up she was shocked by his haggard and des- perate face. Again she saw in it that look of a man whose fight was done. " I've got to stop this," he said briefly. "What, James?" " The whole of it. Have things been going so well with us for the last six months that I need say ? You know what's happened ? " She nodded, with her eyes intent upon him. " She's gone ; Jasper's with her ; I've failed. That's the end of it. I say I've got to stop it." " Oh, I shall be glad — glad I " she whispered, trying to trust him because she had learned that lesson, but in- wardly filled with anguishing doubt. " I've been a fool. Since Jasper paid us his visit at Mineral Springs I've known that ; you showed it to me ; and instead of owning up on the spot, and doing what was left to redeem you and me from the consequences of my folly, I've been blundering on since trying to deny it to myself, and trying hard to believe that I could invent some new way to whip the devil around the stump, and avoid what I — what I didn't want to do," he ended hus- kily. " It would have worked if it had only been a ques- tion of myself or you ; I dare say I could have found 436 BENEFITS FORGOT. obstinacy, and pride, and reckless selfishness enough for that." He sighed. " But Philip makes all the differ- ence." " Yes," said Margaret, still in a whisper. " Even with him, I thought I could help him to dodge the penalty; I thought I could hoax, or blind, or buy off fate in his case. But Jasper has got in his blow in return already ; the infernal business of give and take has begun. The boy has got to repeat my experience, unless — unless — he's paid ; he's restored ; it makes no difference. There is a sore underneath. We must cure that first. My fault is so hopelessly mixed up with his that nothing he can do can really help him. It's I who have to do." " But what, James ? " cried Margaret, in an alarm she could no longer hide. " But what ? " He returned her frightened look with a tender one. " Jasper's suit against me comes on to-mor- row." " Yes," she assented breathlessly. " If it is decided in my favour the fight merely shifts ; it doesn't end. If it is decided against me, am I likely to bear it well ? Do you think I could resist striking back ? That is the way it has been with me ; that is the- way it will be with me. It's endless. Ah, Margaret, we know that, don't we ? Eesistance can't stop it ; it piles it up. And if that is true for us, how much more it will be true for Philip ! The fight must be between brothers, there, with none of the habit of forbearance on either side that makes certain things impossible between father and son. I can't see him marching helplessly into that miserable maze, and involving an innocent girl as I involved you and him. I can't. I've got to stop it." BENEFITS FORGOT. 437 " But how? Fighting only makes it worse. You say so yourself," she said tentatively. He stared into her eyes a moment. " I'm not going to fight," he said. He drew a long breath as he rose. She got up and came to him, and, slip- ping her arm in his, looked up into his face. He glanced down at her ; his eyes gleamed with the exaltation of his resolve. " I'm going to surrender." A joyous light dawned in her eyes. " Do you mean that you will give him back the ranch — that you will restore everything as it was before — be- fore—" " Before I took what belonged to me ? Yes, Margaret ; I'm going to try your remedy, whatever you like to call it. I've used up all my own. Don't think I like it. I loathe it. But I'm going to do it. I shall sell the Lady Bountiful' as soon as spring opens, and buy the range back from Snell at once. It will be easy enough ; this bluffing suit of Jasper's frightens him, though his title is perfectly good ; and I shall let Jasper know immediately — before the trial." " James ! " she murmured, clutching his arm, and looking up into his face, lovingly, admiringly, happily. " Don't praise it, Margaret," he cried, turning hastily away from her shining look, as from something to which he had no claim, " or I sha'n't have the heart to do it. And God knows I don't want to do it." He walked away from her to the window, and went on, with his back to her : " It's right ; you needn't say it ; I 'know it. It's right, and it's the only thing to do, just as it was the only thing to do in the beginning. I see the folly and error of fighting evil with evil, fast enough, if that's what you 438 BENEFITS FORGOT. want me to see : the way to conquer it is to yield to it, to give it more than it asks." He turned towards her with his hands in his pockets. " The mistaken way is to strike back, and to that mistake there is no end. I've learned that. But it's hard, and if I knew a decent way to dodge it I shouldn't be a hero about it. Don't im- agine it." For answer to this she simply put her arms about his neck, and drew his lips to hers. " You are hero enough for me," she said. XXXIV. Dorothy drew back a pace as her father came up to her on the piazza, while Jasper walked away in the other direction. Maurice was smiling, and wiping his brow with one hand ; in the other he held his parson's wide- awake. " It's warm walking," he said. " Who was it who just left you ? I thought his back looked like Jasper's." " It was Mr. Deed," she said, trying to find her voice. "Ah, well, he will be coming back, then. But I'm sorry you did not keep him." " He is not coming back," said Dorothy, in the same still, controlled voice. "I want to ask you something, father," she added, with an effort. He looked at her inquiringly. " Well, my dear, what is it ? " He turned half about, pursuing Jasper's retreating figure absently. " I'm sorry you did not keep him," he said. BENEFITS FORGOT. 439 " Listen, father." She laid a hand on his arm, and he looked around at her, surprised by her tone." Did you borrow a large sum from him — from this Mr. Deed ? " He started. " He has been telling you that ? " cried he. She went on, intent upon her purpose. " Is it true ? " He bit his lip. " Yes ; it's true." " And did you make Philip take his brother's mine to pay that debt for you, when — when — " He gazed at her sternly ; he seized her wrist. "What is the matter with you, Dorothy? Are you mad ? Don't let one of your impulsive ideas get the better of you. They make you absurd ; they are very young." " Is it true? " she repeated in a dry, estranged voice. " No," returned he, doggedly ; " of course it isn't true." " But you took the money from him to pay him ? " He released his hold on her wrist, and shuffled his hand into his pockets. He shrugged his shoulders. She stared at him irresolutely. " Will you answer me, father ? " A cold terror crept about her heart. " Did you?" He forced his vagrant eye to face her. " Excuse me, Dorothy. There are matters which I have always re- served to myself. They are not a part of your province. Please understand that this is one of them." She put this away with a gesture. "Answer me, please, father," she said coldly. " Did you ? " " Yes ; if you must know," he jerked out at last. "But—" Her face grew very white and rigid. " That is all I 440 BENEFITS FORGOT. want to know," she said. She clutched the work in her hands against her breast, and went quickly past him, and into the hotel. She rose early the next morning, and taking her breakfast in her room, to avoid meeting her father (it had to come, but she did not feel strong enough for it yet), she walked out in the early morning sunshine to the Gar- den of the Gods. As she went through the splendid gateway, the two towering masses of rock caught up her thought to the level of their lonely summits ; they seemed to swim up there in the air, in the isolation of a serene and immemorial past ; they made human troubles appear small and fleeting. She walked on, finding a kind of medicine in the sweet, stimulating air and the bright sunshine. In the first moments of her humiliation she had thought that she must seek refuge from her father some- where, and Margaret had occurred to her as a resource. Her shame for him and for herself seemed in the begin- ning a feeling she could never face by his side. Their life together was too close to leave an opening for com- promise ; if she was to remain with him she knew that it must be as his daughter, with all that the word had meant for her since her mother's death ; and she did not see how that could be ; it implied a perfect trust and understanding between them which no longer existed. But she had seen immediately that she could not go away from him even for the moment ; her permanent feeling of loyalty, which she had never allowed to falter, would not suffer it ; if she could find it in her heart to leave him upon one impulse, she saw that she must straightway return to him upon another. The protecting, almost BENEFITS FORGOT. 441 motherly, instinct which had taught her the thousand cares for his happiness that had so long compassed him about would not let her forego her place by his side. Her eyes were opened (even if they were not so widely opened as she supposed), and she seemed to be seeing her father through a new and loathly medium, which distorted all that she had trusted and loved in him ; but the love and trust were actually stronger than all newer feelings. She saw this almost at first, and afterwards it was borne in upon her : she took strength from the belief to face the prospect of the days lived by his side, which seemed now to stretch in a dismal proces- sion far into an unlovely future. She had thought of going to Margaret at first, as I have said, but that resort presented difficulties, even if she had been resolved to go somewhere, or to some one. She could not tell her about her father ; and if she could, she was not sure that Margaret, with all her fineness of perception in certain directions, would understand. No, it was not Margaret for whom something in her seemed to cry out. She felt bruised, disheartened, dis- illusioned; she longed to lean on a different kind of strength. She perceived, in a moment, that she was thinking of Philip ; and the moment after faced the fact, with all its consequences, without disquiet. She saw him suddenly as her only refuge, and rejoiced, after a tremu- lous thought, in seeing him so. His blundering force — not sharpened to a point, like his brother's, but so sure, large, restful — seemed to her, as her heart went out to him in the exile to which she had condemned him, the most excellent thing in the world. She wondered where he was ; she had said that she would 442 BENEFITS FORGOT. see him ; he would have come back with his father to Maverick. But when he found her gone, which way would he turn ? The thought came to her that he would fancy she had fled from Maverick, of her own motion, to avoid the consequences of her rash yielding to his father's entreat}'. It was suddenly intolerable to her that he should think that, and she thought she would walk on through the Garden of the Gods to Manitou, and send a telegram to Beatrice at Maverick to say where she was ; she had promised her that much, and had not kept her promise because her father, for his own reasons, had asked her not to. The unquestioning obedience which had gone with her unquestioning trust was broken down by her new vision of her father, and the knowledge that he would not wish a thing was not the final hindrance it had seemed yesterday. She quickened her pace, believing for a moment that her strong desire that Philip should not think what she fancied him thinking alone controlled her; but the need for him — the need for his strength, his unconscious manliness, for that open-air quality in him which seemed to annul difficulties and anxieties, for his wholesomeness and genuineness — came over her in an irresistible flood. And when she had recognized this, she did not deny its meaning to herself in any way ; she knew that it was he whom she wished ; and not for any other reason than for one obvious and sufficient one. She had imagined, altogether afresh, while she lay awake during the night, the persuading causes which had led him to the act that had separated them, and saw her father in them all. In her passionate wish to excul- pate Philip she perhaps implicated her father, in fancy, BENEFITS FORGOT. 443 more deeply than she could have alleged any solid war- rant for. But, indeed, in the strenuous swing to the op- posite point of view which had been operated within her with the swiftness and certainty of her woman's processes, she now found it as abundantly easy to discover excuses for him as she had before found it abundantly hard. And the knowledge that her father had injured him in injur- ing her was not the reason that it should have been for wishing that she might never have to face him again. On the contrary. The rattle of a horse's hoofs echoed behind her on the hard road along which she was walking, and she turned and saw Philip coming towards her. He reined in his horse as he came near. Her limbs trembled under her, and she experienced an inconsequent impulse to flight ; but she walked on until his voice behind her brought her to a halt, and she forced herself to turn and look towards him. He raised his sombrero as he drew in his animal by her side, and with the same motion threw himself off, and stood beside her. He put out his hand silently, and she slipped hers into his waiting clasp, shyly and limply at first, and then, as her little hand was swallowed up in the embrace of his big one, and she felt him bending over her inquiringly, anxiously, tenderly, she surrendered it to him wholly, giving back his firm grip with her own quick, warm, vigorous clasp. Then she looked up at him, and read the suffering through which she had caused him to pass in the drawn lines of his strong, browned, honest face. " Your father told me I should find you here," he said. "Yes," she answered, dropping her eyes. " You are not angry with me for coming ? " 444 BENEFITS FORGOT. She glanced up at him again, her eyes filling perilous- ly, helplessly. In that flashing gaze he saw himself for- given and blessed. He took her in his arms. " But you must tell me something first," she said, some moments later, when they had settled every- thing. " How much I love you ? " He shook his head, with a smile. " I can't." " No, no ; this is something serious." " Ah ! " returned he, prolonging the intonation. " Oh, you know what I mean," she cried, answering the laughing look in his eyes. " This is a different kind of seriousness. I want to ask you something." " Well ? " inquired he, trying to be as sober as the oc- casion appeared to demand. " How much did my father have to do with — with what you did ? " It was a dangerous moment. He temporized, as- was his habit. " How — your father ? " he asked. " I don't understand, Dorothy." " Oh, yes, you do. I know that he had something to do with it. He has owned that to me. It is shameful ; but I must ask you. I can't let you go on, I can't go on myself, not knowing what his actual share was in — in what you did." " But you have forgiven me. What difference can anything else make ? " " Does it make no difference if he really did what I have been accusing you of — and did it without even the courage to do it for himself ? Does it make no difference if he did it, in fact, and chose you — you^ Philip — to do it for him — that it's his wrong, and that he's let me make BENEFITS FORGOT. 445 you suffer for it ? No ; if that's true, we have wronged you too deeply. I couldn't — " " Don't say it, Dorothy ! You are mad. The wrong, whatever it was, was all mine." " My father profited by it. You found a large sum for him. I know that. How can I know that he did not instigate it ? " she asked desperately. He did not answer for a moment. He felt himself halted. For a single instance he felt a kind of impatience stealing upon his easy-going nature ; but surely he could grant her this last barrier against full and actual surren- der, this little withholding of herself from him. She doubtless took it for a sincere objection. The reflection lent him a patience which taught him a defence stronger in its weakness than any other could have been in its strength. " Rubbish, Dorothy ! " he said ; " rubbish ! No one had anything to do with what I did except myself — unless it was some devil in me. Your father was entirely outside of the matter, and the money you are thinking of was paid back to Jasper long ago." " Oh, was it? I am so glad." " Well, I was glad to pay it," he rejoined soberly. He heaved a deep sigh of relief as she turned away, and for- gave himself for so much of untruth as there was in his statement about her father's complicity as he caught sight of the glad smile on her face, and remembered how hard it would be to say exactly what the truth was about that. He knew that she could not always rest content with this ; but for the moment it served, and if it came to another moment he hoped to be strong enough for it. " He must pay you," she said. "Who?" 416 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Papa. It is his debt — doubly his." " Of course," assented Philip, unfalteringly, turning the sharp corner with the quick command of resource which this conversation was teaching him. " I have his notes ; he is to pay me interest on them, and take them up as fast as he has the money." He said this without smiling, though a humorous memory of a long list of such arrangements made by himself on his own behalf mingled in his mind with the absurdity of the idea that Maurice would redeem his obligations. " It is simply transferring a debt from a hard creditor to an easy one," he said. She wondered if he did not see how this, which looked so innocent in his phrase, had involved her, how the trans- action had simply used her, how she had been bandied about in it by her father like a negotiable security. She did not blame Philip for his share in it ; she felt sure — too sure — of the absolute generosity of his motives ; but she turned scarlet with a new sense of shame for her father. " And you will let him pay you ? " His candid, good-natured eyes did not quail, as she clung to him, studying his face. " Let him ! I'll sue him, if you like," retorted he, fondly. And it occurred to him that this might not be from every point of view an event without its rewards. The talk which he had had with Maurice before -coming on to her had made several things plain to him ; none of them increased his fondness for Maurice. Dorothy had to laugh. " You needn't do that," she said. They turned their faces towards Colorado Springs, and walked on through the rock-strewn park — as empty at this hour as that other park in which they had lately BENEFITS FORGOT. 447 parted so definitely, so finally. They found a number of things to say to each other which it would not be fair to repeat. Philip led his horse with his arm through the bridle, and Dorothy retraced by his side the steps she had lately taken alone. The shining of the sun had seemed very good to her a few moments before ; but it was a dull radiance compared to that which fell upon them as they walked together — 1 walking, as she felt, into a new life, into an unexplored but happy future, into a future made up out of the most airy but the most substantial materials, a future guided and guarded by love. She told him that she knew she could not guess how she had made him suffer ; but if anything could teach her, it would be her own suffering in giving him that pain. It was foolish to talk of that ; but how were they to be prop- erly happy if they did not let themselves remember a time when they hadn't been ? But they were, in fact, too happy in having found each other again by any means to study very minutely the pro- cess by which they had rediscovered that they were neces- sary to each other. Only Philip must sometimes say, for mere uneasiness in his restoration to her trust : " You'd better say again that you forgive me. Or per- haps you'd better say you don't. If you say you do, it makes me happy, of course : but that isn't the point. You'd better harden your heart for your own sake." She merely smiled at him. " Dorothy," he went on more seriously, " I'm really all that you thought me. Your pardon is heaven to me; one must have known the other thing to know the sweet- ness of your trust ; but I mustn't abuse it. I did exactly 29 448 BENEFITS FORGOT. what you said. I took the ' Little Cipher ' from Jasper, knowing it to be his by all the laws that make right right and wrong wrong for men anywhere ; and I saw long ago how it was all you said, and more than you said, touching you and me and our love. You'd better take back your forgiveness." She shook her head. " I can't take back what I never gave. If I were to forgive you, I should have to judge first ; and " — with a little lift of her eyes — " I can't judge you, Philip, any more." And then, in a moment, to turn him from this difficult subject, " How did you leave your father ? " she asked. " Ah, it's to him I owe you ! " he cried. " He never said it; he merely brought me your message. But I know it well enough. It's from him you've taken a pic- turesque version of the facts which enables you to think well of me. If you had known him, Dorothy, you would have been on your guard ; you would have understood that he never sees quite straight; he sees too heartily, too warmly, and too hot-headedly to be a safe witness — espe- cially where he cares. He cares so much — that splendid, downright father of mine ! " " Oh, he's good ! I have been so sorry for him. It was being sorry for him that first helped me to be a little sorry for you, you know." " Yes, I know," he answered vaguely to her roguish smile, rather than to her words (it is difficult to confine one's replies altogether to the theme of actual discourse in these situations ; there are interruptions). He added in a moment : " You couldn't have minded about me for any one else's sake so safely. It is always safe to do a thing because you like father ! " BENEFITS FORGOT. 449 " Oh, I don't know for whose sake I sent that mes- sage," she declared ambiguously. She flashed a look at him, and challenged his smile with, " I didn't say it was for yours." " No," laughed Philip. " No ; I think it was for my own," she assured herself. " I wanted to make sure that I had been right." She joined in his smile. " Well, you're sure now," he said. " Am I ? But now you see I don't know whether I am right to be sure." They could laugh at anything, and they laughed at this. " That you were wrong ? " queried he. " No ; I shouldn't like you to be sure of that. You were alto- gether in the right, Dorothy," he told her more seriously. " Your only mistake is in pardoning me. Take it back, while there is time." " I'll see about it," rejoined she, with a baffling glance at him which temporarily put an end to the discussion. " But how did you find us ? How did you know where we were ? " she asked suddenly, as she disengaged herself. This simple question had not occurred to either of them hitherto. " Why, I didn't find you, exactly ; I partly stumbled on you. But the finding, such as it was, is Vertner's. His acquaintance with the whole fraternity of railway conductors was a blessing for once. One of them remem- bered that you had travelled with him this far. After that I had- to hunt you up, or rather your father, and he sent me on.." "It wasn't fair of the conductor to tell," she re- marked. 450 BENEFITS FORGOT. " No," said Philip, with equal seriousness ; " that's what I thought." Nonsense like this floated on the current of their mood, and they welcomed it as a defence against more serious things. There was so much to be said between them that by a common impulse they avoided trying to say any of it, except as they said it in the interchange of silent glances. They seemed to themselves to have plenty of time before them ; they best realized their happiness for the moment through a sense of the leisure which allowed them to feel that they could play with it. Long silences fell between them, and they would walk on, hearing no sound but their own footsteps, and those of the horse following them ; and at these times they let the sunshine, the gay, brisk, bright morning, which seemed made for them, and the massive beauty of the park, express their bliss for them in their various voices. But they had to talk, too, and they spoke a good deal, in a fragmentary, unserions way, of their future ; they specu- lated luxuriously about it, they made and unmade plans, they warned each other affectionately that neither must build too much on the virtue and solidity of the other's character in scheming this life together. But they said they would be constant, and that must be their sure armour against all doubts and differences — the certainty that they were all in all to each other. They owned so- berly the differences of character existing between them, but they agreed that it was largely these which had drawn them together, and they promised each other to re- spect them always, if for no other reason ; they said that they should rejoice in them. Philip told her that he should not even be jealous of BENEFITS FORGOT. 45 1 her having all the sense in the family; every one had been telling him, since he had been old enough to make mistakes, that what he needed was a "balance-wheel"; he should have one now, and nothing could be more use- less than a balance-wheel that kept quiet. He said he should be rid, now, of the left-handed compliment that he had excellent " works," but no contrivance for keeping them in running order, and making them perform their functions. It appeared that their functions would be brilliant, if the lack were supplied. JSTow they should see ! If they weren't, it would be her fault. " Oh, I sha'n't be strict with you, if that's what you are hoping for," she declared ; " I've had enough of that." " But I haven't. It's the only thing for me. I shall never be of any use without it. And you must remember I've got to earn our living. When you see that, perhaps sternness will come easier to you." " I don't know. Shall I never have a holiday? " " Well, you'll have to spend a good deal of your time forgiving me for the daily assortment of folly and reck- lessness. You might lie off for that." " Ah, that's all very well. But, as Mr. Vertner says, ' Where do I come in? ' " " Dear old Vertner ! " exclaimed Philip, in the over- flow of his liking for the world. " What a first-rate, un- principled, warm-hearted, loyal good fellow he is ! He wouldn't like your not coming in handsomely. But where don't you come in? I don't see but you've got your work cut out for you." "My work, yes; but my pleasure — how about that? If I'm to spend all my time correcting your faults, how shall I ever find a moment to enjoy them ? " 452 BENEFITS FORGOT. " Enjoy them ? " " Well, of course I like them. How should I like you if I didn't?" " Yes," admitted Philip, meditatively ; " they do cover most of the territory in sight." She laid a silencing hand on his lips. " Hush ! " she said. " It is I who am all faults. You will find it all you can do to get along with me." He stopped short in the road along which they were going, and took her in his arms. He looked down into her face for a long moment tenderly. " I'll risk it," he said. XXXV. " Well, that's over ! " exclaimed Vertner, one after- noon a month later, as he opened the door of their house for his wife, and followed her in. " I must say I don't feel like coming back home and settling down to the old humdrum routine after an event like this. Can't we have some champagne ? " "In the middle of the afternoon?" " No ; I suppose not. But I feel the need of some ex- citement. Perhaps we have reached the climax, though. They looked very happy going away, didn't they ? Beatrice seated herself provisionally in her wedding finery, stooping first to pick up one of Edward's toys from the floor. They had drifted into the room in which Margaret had borne to see Deed go from her in anger on another wedding-day. The iron pyrites still winked from BENEFITS FORGOT. 453 the what-not ; the Navajo blanket continued to do duty as a portiere ; the rag carpet was on the floor ; the stained -glass window, through which the sun was shining at the moment, continued to take itself without serious- ness. " Yes," said Beatrice, smoothing her silk thoughtfully with long, ruminating fingers ; " they did look very happy going away. But do you suppose they will be able to keep it up ? " Vertner hovered restlessly about, without sitting down. " What makes you think they won't ? " he asked. " I didn't say they wouldn't. I was only wondering." Vertner sighed, and gave an absent touch to the lav- ender tie of festal effect which he had worn in honour of the occasion. " It's a large field for speculation — any marriage," he said. " Perhaps this is a little extra large. But, then, they're both extra nice. I guess it will go." "You wouldn't say that — " began Beatrice, doubt- fully. " Yes, I would. There are a lot of things of that kind that I could say ; but there are answers to all of them. Yes," he repeated meditatively, after a moment, " all of them. You see they are interested in each other. They won't get tired of each other's conversation right away; and by the time they begin to — well, I shouldn't wonder if Dorothy were a little older." " Oh ! " gasped Mrs. Vertner, as if she had been sur- prised in a covert thought ; " do you think that, too, Ned?" "I have thought it; but only at moments. In the other moments — " 454 BENEFITS FORGOT. "Well?" " I've thought that Phil might be something of a trial to a woman at any age." " I don't believe you think any such thing," declared his wife, promptly. " Why, there's something almost likable even about his faults." " Yes. Have you noticed that is what every one says ? I say it myself, and I stick to it. But hasn't it occurred to you that in some situations — like a wife's, for example — a man's faults can't be the perennial joy that they are to an impartial outsider like you, who doesn't have to breakfast with them?" " Oh, I know, Ned. But Philip is so good." " Ah, now you've hit it ! He's a good fellow : that's ex- actly what he is — the best. And if his need to be a good fellow sometimes makes him a good fellow at some one else's expense, why that's only what you mean by his faults being likable. If he has the sense to avoid being some time or other a good fellow at his wife's expense, — or what she will think her expense : that's the real trouble, — I don't see why she shouldn't continue to admire him for the manly and charming fellow he is, to the end of the chapter. She starts in with one great advantage : she is acquainted with him." "And with another," added the practical Beatrice: " that they are not to live with her father." " Yes ; that's almost the pleasantest thing about the marriage — that it sets her free of her father." He seated himself in the chair before the fire, where he sat in the evenings to read the Denver papers ; and, after piling on a couple of logs, stretched out his feet cozily to the crack- ling blaze. " I don't see any harm in his new field of BENEFITS FORGOT. 455 labour being $60 or $70 to the eastward. I shouldn't be sorry to see the fare raised — if I could always be sure of a pass. I believe you'll see great changes in her : she will be just as nice, but differently nice. Come to think of it, she will have to be rather nice to be really worthy of Phil. That little piece of business of his at Pinon just before his father found him, and he went down to Colorado Springs to look her up, is the kind of thing that might help a woman to like him exclusively for his virtues — if she knew about it." " You mean his selling the ' Pay Ore ' to pay Jasper back $5,000 when he found that those Ryan people had opened a paying vein in his own mine ? Yes ; that was strong in him." " Strong ! Well, if you'd ever opened a true fissure vein that showed all the symptoms of making an income of $3,000 a month for you, for four or five years to come, and had sold your claim to raise ready money, you would think it strong. It's the sort of thing to make any one who ever owned a mine think Phil about right. When I remember that, I have to believe that if they are not happy, it will be her fault. Think of the rascal never having told her about it ! " " Oh, I shouldn't wonder if she had a good many things to learn." " About her father, yes. But she'll never learn them from him. And Maurice's being so far away will prevent the question from coming up, I hope, for her sake. Talk about aproposity," — this was one of Vertner's words, — " what do you say to Maurice's finding that position in New York ? I always said he had a manner. Now he's found a place where he can use it. To be assistant rector 456 BENEFITS FORGOT. of a fashionable city congregation, where the people de- mand a certain distinction, and don't haggle too much about the salary they give for it, or the sincerity they get back for it, is a position in which Maurice can't help shining if he tries. A place like that, where too much earnestness would imply a criticism on the congregation, and be in a man's way, would have been a great thing for him if it had come to him younger ; he might never have found himself out. And even as it is (if he can keep the place — if this story doesn't rise to plague him), imagine his parish visits ! He will raise them to the dignity of a career. And how he will manage the music ! " " I don't care," said Beatrice, coming over and stand- ing near him by the fire, with her elbow on the mantel ; " I'm sorry for him. Did you see him this afternoon, after the service, when Dorothy said good-bye to him in the vestry? He really cares for her; I shall always say that for him." " Oh, don't tell me that he has his good points," re- torted Vertner, rising. "I'm his consistent admirer. Haven't I praised him since the first day I saw him ? I hope I know what is due to an editor who has had the discretion to relieve me of an inconvenient reputation, and doesn't mind leaving his money in the business." " I wish you'd give up that wretched paper, Ned." " Why, the Salvation Army people were around yester- day suggesting that very idea. I think I will." " Yes ; I suppose they are afraid of its influence," said Beatrice. Her husband stared at her for a moment; then he snatched her down upon his knee with a howl of de- light. BENEFITS FORGOT. 457 " Yes ; that's it," he agreed. " They are frightened at the way I'm spreading churchly ideas among my two hundred and thirty-four subscribers. They want to buy me off." " No, but seriously, Ned ? " " Well, they want a paper of their own, under another name, and they see that the ' Kalendar ' has the plant and all that ready for them. They heard that I knew when I had had enough, and they made me an offer." " And you've accepted it ? " " Yes, at a loss of a hundred thousand dollars." " Absurd ! " " Didn't I expect to make that out of the paper when I started in ? " " I suppose so," admitted Beatrice, with a smile. "Well, then," challenged her husband. "And that isn't the only thing I've lost, either. I've lost my confi- dence in human nature. I supposed you could give people anything." " And can't you ? " " Not the ' Kalendar,' with the Eev. George Maurice as editor. Heigho ! I was sorry Deed was so cold to him." " Oh, I think he feels very sore about Mr. Maurice's connection with what Philip did — with that matter of Jasper's mine." " Don't call it Jasper's mine, please, Trix." " But what shall I call it ? It is his mine, isn't it ? " " Well, it's become so — by a fluke ; but it isn't ladylike to press the point." He regarded her with a quizzical smile, and Beatrice burst into a little rejoicing laugh. " You are trying to 458 BENEFITS FORGOT. set me a standard for Dorothy's behaviour, I think," she said. " If she falls below the standard I shall punish you for it. I don't mind letting you know that. Well, I don't care," he declared warmly, after a moment ; " it would be mean to take a man back, and forgive him, hand- somely, and persuade him that there was a new deal and then to twit him at appropriate moments about the old hand, in the face of it." " Of course it would," assented Beatrice, with equal warmth ; " but Dorothy isn't like that." " No," returned Vertner, reflectively ; " women are, but probably Dorothy isn't. It's really a kind of gener- osity that has made her hard with him, when you come to think of it. I shouldn't wonder if she knew how to be at least as generous in forgiving as in condemning. I guess we can trust her. But it would be a temptation for some women — living next door to the subject of discus- sion." " Yes, yes, Ned ; but you will see. To Dorothy that mine in sight from her door will be like a sacred pledge — a guarantee, if you can think she needs one. His having done that — his having sold the mine to meet that debt to Jasper, and then having taken the position of superin- tendent in his own mine under the new owners — " " Yes ; it does rather force her to cast a benevolent eye on the ' Little Cipher ' as a part of the view from their cabin window. But it will make it embarrassing for Jas- per if he should want to look after the ' Little Cipher ' himself when the Ryans' lease is up, won't it ? " " Oh, Jasper ! " exclaimed Beatrice, impatiently ; " I don't care about Jasper !" She drew off her long white BENEFITS FORGOT. 459 wedding-gloves, and, rising from his knee, began slowly to smooth them out upon the mantel. " Ah ! " exclaimed her husband from the window, "that's the limitation of your sex — your not caring about Jasper. You have to like people to be interested in them. Where's your miscellaneous human interest ? " he asked, turning upon her. " It isn't centred in Jasper," replied Beatrice, with a smile. " Do you mean to say that the spectacle of that suc- cessful young man's first defeat doesn't move you ? " " Oh, I enjoyed that on Mr. Deed's account." " I should hope you did ! If I were Deed, and had a friend who didn't enjoy that up to the hilt, I'd disown him. It was sublime." " It was effective," admitted Beatrice. " Effective ? It was a ten-strike. It bowled Jasper out. And it was the only thing that could have done it. At a casual glance — that is to say, at a fool glance — it looks weak. When you come to your senses you see how weak it was. If I had enough of that sort of weakness, I'd take a contract to twist the earth back- ward." " You needn't do that, Ned, to prove that Mr. Deed did the best and bravest thing. I'm ready enough to admit that anything that humiliates Jasper as much as that must have a good deal of some kind of force." " Ah, yes," cried Vertner, in sober joy ; " it did weary him, didn't it ? Taken with Dorothy's dismissal, it seems as if it might also save you the trouble of disliking him. My word for it, he is disliking himself." " And yet he has the ranch back ; he is to have it 460 BENEFITS FORGOT. under his sole charge for the rest of the partnership term ; he has all that he has claimed." " Yes, yes," assented Vertner, heartily, with emphatic nods of his small, shrewd, blond head ; " that's just the pesky part of it. He was safe against every chance but that ; and if it had happened to be anybody but Deed, he would have been safer against that chance than any. But it did happen to be Deed, you see. Jasper had a perfect position. The incalculable has happened, and left him with no position at all. It makes the poor fellow feel foolish." " But I don't believe that was Mr. Deed's object." " No ; and that's the other pretty and excellent point about it. He has accomplished exactly what he has been after from the beginning, by giving it up and turning his back on it." " Yes ; I suppose he has won, as we should say. But now he doesn't seem to care. He seems to have got past that." " Ah," cried Vertner, as he seated himself in his chair before the fire, and held out his hands contentedly to the blaze, " that is winning. It's a good thing to win. But I shouldn't wonder if the best thing was not to need to THE END. M D. APPLETON & CO.'S PUBLICATIONS. ANY INVENTIONS. By Rudyard Kipling. Containing fourteen stories, several of which are now pub- lished for the first time, and two poems. i2mo, 427 pages. Cloth, $1.50. 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