A BUSINESS INTERVIEW
Miss Barry's brow was troubled as, that afternoon, in much harassment
of mind, she wended her way to the home of her elder niece. Miss
Belinda had always approved of Harriet. She was wont to declare with
energy that there was no nonsense about Harriet. To-day when she went
into the apartment she found the young wife in a violet tea-gown
sorting a pile of little stockings.
"Harry does go through his clothes so," were her first words after
their greeting.
"Give me a needle, for mercy's sake!" exclaimed Miss Barry avidly,
pulling off her black gloves. "If I could feel for five minutes that I
was of some use, it would put flesh on my bones."
"Then take off your hat, Aunt Belinda, and in a few minutes we'll have
a cup of tea. Selma has taken Harry down into the park, but he'll be
back before you go. Do you know, he misses Linda dreadfully? You must
tell her when you go back. He was asking for her again this morning.
There's scarcely been a day since she left school that she hasn't had a
romp with him until--and he adores her. Perhaps it would divert her if
I should bring him over. What do you think?"
The traces of grief and strain were still in Harriet's face, and she
asked the question with solicitude.
Miss Barry seated herself by the dainty workstand, and seizing the
little stockings with eagerness shook her head.
"I find my best way is not to think, Harriet," she said emphatically.
"Linda acts like a sleep-walker most of the time, but this morning she
got to looking over some things in her bureau drawer, and she's been
crying her eyes out."
Harriet dashed away a quick tear as she sat opposite her aunt,
replacing a button on a little white blouse.
"I do want to get her away from here, and I broached the subject this
morning, but she took fright at once." Miss Belinda's busy needle ran
in and out of the spot where a small active toe had peeped through.
"I wish," replied Harriet, "that there were something in the world she
_must_ do. There's no such blessing at a time like this as not to be
able to brood. A husband and baby have rights that can't be put aside.
I do wish Linda cared for some one of the men who admire her. I don't
believe there's one who would let the changes in her fortune weigh with
him at all. I hope, Aunt Belinda, it doesn't hurt your feelings to
see me wearing this colored gown." The speaker lifted her eyes to her
aunt's somber black. "Father never believed in mourning, but he was a
prominent man, and I want to wear the badge of respect before people
who would expect it. I'll wear black in the street, but Henry and
little Harry would feel the gloom of it in the house, and though Henry
hasn't said anything about it, I have decided not to wear mourning at
home."
"You've got a lot of sense," was her aunt's response. "I believe in
that."
"We can't mourn any less," and Harriet dashed away another tear. "No
girls ever had a better father than ours."
Miss Belinda lifted her eyes from her work.
"Mr. King called this morning, and brought more flowers for Linda. If
flowers would heal hearts Linda would never shed another tear, but she
can't seem to bear them. She won't let one blossom be in the room."
"I suppose they look too cheerful," said Harriet. "How is poor Bertram?"
"Thin as a rail. Looks as if he had the weight of the nation on him,
and I suppose he has. I guess from what I hear these days are terribly
hard on him."
"Terribly," echoed Harriet. "Henry's just heart-broken over the
situation."
"Has Henry lost money in Barry & Co.? Don't tell me if you don't want
to."
"No. Of course Henry's young, and has never had much money to invest,
but Father never wanted family connections mixed up in his business. I
know that sounds as if he didn't feel certain of his propositions; but
there isn't a man who knew Father and Barry & Co. who wouldn't tell you
he believed in their absolutely honest intention. I've had only one
talk with Bertram about the business since--but he called me up this
noon and said he must see Linda and me together as soon as she is able."
Miss Barry dropped her work again, and regarded her niece's dark head,
drooped over her work.
"You like Bertram King, don't you?"
"Indeed I do." Harriet looked up in surprise. "Henry and I both love
him like a brother."
"Well, I just wanted to know if you felt him worthy of all confidence."
"Oh, you've heard that talk, have you?"
"What talk?" asked Miss Belinda cautiously.
"About his being the moving spirit of Barry & Co. That always irritates
Henry and me beyond everything. As if my father were invertebrate, and
couldn't think for himself."
"Well, Linda believes it. That is, she believes Mr. King had an
abnormal influence over your father. In fact, she blames Mr. King for
the disaster."
"She's in an abnormal state herself. That's what's the matter. I
know her grief at losing Father is profound, and no doubt the money
loss means more to her than it does to me. Henry and I have talked
it over, and we feel it will be just as well for Harry if he doesn't
have so much money to look forward to as we expected. With Linda it's
different. It does deprive her of much that perhaps she expected to
do. We don't know what her thoughts have been all these days she has
lain there so quiet. She thinks Bertram is to blame for taking on that
irrigation business?"
"To blame for everything. She--she used some pretty strong language
this morning."
"Oh, but that's Linda," responded Harriet quickly. "She's always
extreme."
"Do you think Mr. King is in love with her?" asked Miss Barry bluntly.
Her niece looked up curiously. "Why? Do you?"
Miss Belinda made a protesting gesture with one stockinged hand.
"My dear! You'll never prove anything of that sort by me. I think he's
all stirred up about her, but if she's right, that might be remorse on
his part. He looked to me this morning as if some able-bodied woman
ought to take him in her lap and rock him."
Harriet smiled and returned to her sewing. "Bertram has always seemed
too wrapped up in business to care for girls. He likes to tease Linda
and play with her, but her interests have all been apart from him.
Henry and I have often talked about it, and said how nice it would be
if they should care for each other. I should dislike to believe that
he was the cause of our misfortunes; but Henry says that is the rumor
and the general feeling. Even Father Radcliffe credits it, but I'm too
loyal to Daddy to believe that a young man like Bertram could sway him."
"I think," said Miss Barry, "that you girls should give him the
interview he wants, and soon. He needs all the help he can get."
"I know he does. I promised him we would see him to-morrow."
Miss Belinda glanced up. "But you haven't Linda's consent."
"She must consent. It will be good for her. It's what she needs, to
have something she must do."
"She's so fond of Mrs. Porter I thought she'd be glad to go home with
me and join her, but she shrinks from everything like a sensitive
plant."
"She has leisure to think of what she wants, you see," returned
Harriet. "I haven't. Perhaps she will come and make me a visit."
"Well, you come back with me to the house this afternoon, anyway, and
make the plan for to-morrow. I think an interview with Mr. King is
just what Linda needs to make her sense what the poor fellow is going
through."
Accordingly, a little later Harriet donned her black street clothes,
and accompanied her aunt to the house on the avenue.
They found Linda in her room, stretched in a _chaise longue_ and
looking out of the open window at the June sky. An incessant whirr of
motors filled the spacious room.
"Don't get up," said Harriet, as the white figure moved to rise. She
kissed her sister. "I'm so glad to see you dressed. You must soon get
over to us. Harry talks about you every day."
As this declaration called forth no answering smile, Miss Barry left
the sisters together, shaking her head as she went.
"I'm glad it isn't my job to persuade her," she thought.
Harriet came straight to the point. "I can't stay long, Linda, for I'm
never away when Harry has his supper, but I came over to tell you that
we must meet Bertram to-morrow."
"I can't," returned Linda, her eyes looking startled but determined.
"Yes, you can, dear. We can see him right up here if necessary, but it
isn't fair not to answer his questions, and help him as much as we can."
"He doesn't need to ask any questions. He knows a hundred times as much
about it all as we do; and no one can help him. He never wanted any one
to help him."
"Well, we won't discuss that, dear. He must have our sanction about
certain things, and every hour counts. Surely you'll bestir yourself
for the honor of Barry & Co."
"For the honor of Barry & Co.," repeated Linda, in the tone of one
whose fires have burned out.
So when the appointed hour arrived next day, it found Linda dressed and
ready to descend the stairs at her sister's summons. Any effort was
better than to allow King to come up to her room. A stranger he was and
a stranger he should always remain.
The first sight of her, white and tall in her thin black gown, was a
shock to King. The lips held in a tight line, the colorless face and
manner, were in such marked contrast to the exuberance of the Linda he
had last seen, that he marveled at the change, with a sinking of his
tired heart and brain. She might well have been disturbed by his own
appearance, but she scarcely looked at him.
Miss Belinda was present. The four sat around the massive table in the
den; while King slowly and carefully outlined the business situation.
Lambert Barry's will left bequests to various charities, ten thousand
dollars to his sister in addition to the investment from which for
years she had drawn what he called her allowance, and the rest of his
fortune was to be divided equally between his two daughters. Bertram
paused, and Linda met his hollow gaze.
"I judge the chief thing you wish to know from us," she said, "is
whether we wish to give more than the law compels, to satisfy
creditors."
King wondered whether grief could be responsible for the inimical look
in her eyes.
"Mr. Barry, the day before he died," he returned, "expressed a
longing to prevent as far as possible suffering resulting from
the--the--misfortunes of Barry & Co." "I'm sure of that," returned
Linda. "We spoke of it together one evening. I said that would be Barry
& Co.'s way."
"Did you see trouble coming, Linda?" asked King gravely.
The girl was sitting straight and tense, and her eyes did not drop from
his tired gaze.
"No. I thought at that time there was no trouble in the world that
could touch my wise, honorable father."
Miss Barry moved uncomfortably, watching the girl's expression.
"I'd like to say," she put in, "that the ten thousand my brother left
me I want should go to make up arrears as far as it can."
"Dear Aunt Belinda," said Harriet, putting a hand on her aunt's knee as
she sat next her. "Now, we don't any of us want to be quixotic," she
went on in her moderate manner. "We want to be calm and sensible."
"Harriet," her younger sister turned to her, "we do want to be
quixotic, if that is what the world calls returning money secured
under false pretenses. So far as I am concerned, there is only one
possibility for peace for me, and that is to keep our father's memory
as clean before the world as it always has been. I can speak only for
my share, of course, but my wish is this: that this house, the motors,
and all these belongings, be sold--"
"You can keep your electric, Linda," interrupted King.
She brought her eyes back to him.
"You cannot tell me what I may keep," she answered, slowly and
incisively, and the young man frowned wonderingly at her tone.
"I want everything sold," she went on. "I want my share of money,
property, life insurance, everything, added together, and applied _pro
rata_ to the losses of every one who put a misplaced trust in Barry &
Co."
"Linda--" began Bertram gently.
She rose suddenly and turned upon him, her nostrils dilating.
"Tell me this, Bertram King. Have you a dollar invested in the Antlers
Irrigation Company?"
King started to his feet, and viewed the girl in amazement. Her brow
was furrowed, and the eyes in her white face blazed.
"Speak," she insisted.
A flood of color rushed to the man's very forehead as he realized her
open enmity. In silence they stood thus for a moment.
"I refuse to answer you," he said at last.
Her gaze swept him scornfully. "It is what I expected." Then she turned
to her sister, speaking gently. "Settle it between you now, Harriet.
I suppose I may dispose of my own, and you know my wishes. They won't
change."
After she had gone out, Harriet seized Bertram's hand as he stood dazed.
"Forgive her, Bertram," she said anxiously. "I do believe she's nearly
crazy."
He sat down again, very pale, and with no comment proceeded to sort his
papers.
Miss Barry's earrings were trembling, and she thought with longing of
the peace of her "Gull's Nest."