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Huntington's mind worked hard as he settled back in the motor-car and
surveyed the situation. It was impossible for him to have been so
intimately associated with Hamlen all these weeks without assimilating
his friend's manner of thought and action accurately enough to follow
him in this climax of his tragedy. Of his determination he had no doubt;
that he had as yet put it into execution was another matter. Huntington
believed that Hamlen would wish to see him once more before he visited
upon himself the extreme penalty which his hypersensitive nature would
decree.
It was shortly after noon when the car drew up in front of Huntington's
home. Mrs. Thatcher, in her feverish efforts to assist, had suggested
that the fugitive might have gone across to Newport to take the boat
from there to New York; but Huntington figured it differently. Hamlen
disliked and distrusted New York, while Boston had become a second home
to him. His belongings, such as he had brought with him from Bermuda,
were still in the Beacon Street house, and Huntington was sure that
following the instincts of a homing pigeon he would return there by the
straightest path.
Still, the doubt lingered with sufficient persistency to quicken
Huntington's movements up the brownstone steps. As he let himself in,
Dixon met him in the hallway.
"Mr. Hamlen,--is he here?" Huntington demanded.
"Yes, sir; he's up-stairs and very wild, sir."
"Wild?" Huntington queried. "When did he arrive?"
"Last night, sir, about ten o'clock. When I let him in he rushed past me
and went up-stairs, sir. I followed him, thinking he might need
something, but he turned on me and cursed me, sir. When I ventured to
take him some breakfast he swore at me again, and told me to get out of
the way. I'm glad you've come, sir. I was at a loss to know what to do
about luncheon."
Huntington waited to hear no more, but mounted quickly to Hamlen's room
and knocked gently on the door.
"Keep out, I tell you!" came a hoarse, guttural voice so unlike Hamlen's
that it startled him. "How many times must I tell you to leave me
alone!"
"It is I,--Huntington."
There was a sound of shuffling feet, the pushing back of a chair, and
the door was flung open.
"I knew you would come to me!" Hamlen cried, extending his hand eagerly.
"You are the one man on earth who would stand by me!"
"Of course; but you've given me a devilish shock, old man. Come
down-stairs where we can talk things over."
"Yes, we must do that," he assented, following. "My only fear was that
you might not understand, and would delay your coming. I couldn't have
waited long."
"I came as soon as I learned the facts."
"I should not have doubted. Now let us sit down."
The real shock to Huntington was that so great physical change could
take place within so short time. Hamlen seemed years older. His erect
carriage had slackened, his face was sunken, his hands and body twitched
nervously, and his eyes burned with a consuming fire. Pity filled
Huntington's heart, and he leaned over and placed his hand on his
friend's knee.
"You mustn't take it like this," he said quietly. "There is something to
be said on both sides."
Hamlen looked at him with a wan smile. "I wish there were," he said;
"but let us not speak of that. To you, at least, there is no need of
explanation. I told you what I dreaded,--well, the worst has come to
pass; that's all there is to it."
"No!" Huntington contradicted, determined that he should not bear all
the blame; "there is much more to it than that. You and I are not the
only ones who understand. Mrs. Thatcher instructed me to ask your
forgiveness for her blindness. She understands, too, Hamlen, and she
knows that she brought it on herself."
"Marian asks _my_ forgiveness!" he repeated stupefied,--"she asks me to
forgive her?"
Huntington nodded.
He pressed his hands against his temples. "My God, man! Is the world all
topsy-turvy! I forget my obligations toward my hostess, I am false to
my responsibilities as a friend, I force myself upon a married woman
whom in all honor I am bound to protect,--and she asks me to forgive
her! You are mocking me, Huntington. It is unworthy of you!"
"It is the provocation she understands, Hamlen, and having unwittingly
given it, she accepts the responsibility, as she should. I'm not sure
that I myself am not the one to blame, for I knew better than she the
forces held back only by your self-control. If I had been more insistent
in my warning all might have been different."
"That may explain, but it does not condone."
"At least it mitigates. The beaver, innocently enough, undermines a dam
in securing material to build its home, and the waters rush down to the
destruction of the surrounding country. Surely you can't blame the
waters! Nor can you seriously blame the beaver for not comprehending
those natural laws of cause and effect.--Come, Hamlen, admit there's
something in what I say, and realize that this is an accident rather
than a tragedy."
Again Hamlen tried to smile, but the expression on his face failed to
reassure.
"It would be well for me if it were you upon the bench," Hamlen said
gravely. "The prisoner at the bar would receive far more leniency than
he will from me! No, Huntington; I can admit nothing. I believed that I
reached my lowest depth before I met you all in Bermuda. I believed my
life was over,--a miserable, useless, lonely life if you will, but at
least an honest one. Then you instilled hope into my dry bones. Judgment
warned me not to listen to you, human weakness tempted me to make one
further effort to redeem myself. I came to you here. Out of the bigness
of your heart you gave me of yourself, you taught me what life really
was. I acknowledge my debt, Huntington, and am grateful to you. Don't
mistake that, my friend, in what I am going to say. The joy of the new
experience lulled me into a sense of false security. I thought myself
like other men, strong enough to hold the passionate love I have always
borne that woman down, down where no one could ever see it. That was my
arrogance, Huntington; for it, I am paying the price."
"She understands now if she never did before," Huntington reiterated.
"She felt her responsibility for your lonely years, and in trying to
atone made matters worse."
"It is not her place to protect me," Hamlen continued with conviction.
"Take your own simile, with which you try to ease my sense of shame:
even though the waters are not to be blamed, what do people do with
them? Do they let them continue on their path of destruction? No, dear
friend, your arguments are kindly meant, but untenable. I intend to put
those waters where they will do no further harm."
Huntington's face set in determined lines. "So you will dare to assume
the prerogatives of man and God?" he demanded sternly.
Hamlen had never seen Huntington in this mood, and his eyes shifted
uneasily as they met the unflinching gaze of his friend.
"There will be no scandal, Huntington," he said quietly; "I shall not
thus repay your royal hospitality. There are some matters I must turn
over to you, and as my friend I know you will accept them. Then I will
grasp your hand for the last time, thank you from the bottom of my heart
for giving me back the life I had abandoned, and pass on,--whither, it
concerns myself alone."
"What are the matters you have in mind?" Huntington asked, hoping that
some word of Hamlen's might give him inspiration.
"First, as to my property," Hamlen replied with returning confidence as
his friend showed willingness to listen. "Here is my will." He drew a
folded sheet from his pocket, on which he had written perhaps twenty
lines. "Please look it over, and tell me if it is legally drawn when the
necessary signatures are added."
Huntington took the paper, with difficulty focusing his mind upon the
written words.
"Yes," he said, looking up at length; "this document is wonderfully
simple and direct in its statements. The only possible attack upon it
would be to raise an issue as to your mental status at the time you drew
it up."
"Could any one question that?"
"Your later actions will determine," Huntington said significantly.
Hamlen laughed nervously. "Fortunately there is no one left who would
have any interest to contest.--As I told you, the bulk of my property is
now in liquid form on deposit in New York, which simplifies your work as
executor. That, you see, I want to give to Harvard."
He paused for a moment and became meditative. "How little I thought, six
months ago, that I should become a benefactor of the college I then
despised! That is your work, my friend,--making me realize my
obligation.--Hold on a minute: I want to add to that document! My
bequest shall go to Harvard as the 'William Montgomery Huntington
Foundation, given by a friend, the income to be used to foster larger
acquaintance and closer intimacy amongst the members of each freshman
class.' Make a note of that, will you? There may be other changes."
Huntington made the necessary notations. It was best to humor him until
his entire plan was outlined.
"Now, as to the estate in Bermuda," he went on. "You see what I've done
with it,--but have I been quite delicate? This whole affair, and its
outcome, will be humiliating to that sensitive little girl, and this
might be a constant reminder. I would like her to have it; she would
appreciate my trees and my flowers,--their fragrance might help her to
forget my grave offense. Then again, perhaps Marian would see in this
act an effort on my part to atone. I couldn't leave it to her, but do
you think the girl would understand my motive?"
"Better than any one I know," Huntington replied.
Hamlen seemed to have reached the end of his elaboration, and was
silent.
"How soon is this remarkable document to become operative?" Huntington
demanded.
"Six months from to-day if you do not hear from me to the contrary, or
upon receiving proof of death."
"All right," Huntington rejoined with apparent complacency. "I'll have
it drafted in proper form and you can execute it to-morrow or next day.
Now listen to me."
Hamlen looked up at him anxiously. Everything was progressing so well
that the new tone in Huntington's voice gave him apprehension.
"It is always well to have these matters provided for, and if you
haven't a will it is time you drew one up. As to the disposition of your
property, it is yours to do with as you like, and I appreciate the
compliment you have paid to me. Up to this point I have no right to
interfere."
Hamlen stiffened at the suggestion of interference. "There are limits,"
he said quietly, "even to the rights of a friendship such as ours."
"True; but we haven't begun to reach them yet. You acknowledge--don't
you?--that you still have an obligation to our Alma Mater which is
unsatisfied?"
"I think I have acknowledged that in a substantial way," Hamlen replied,
surprised.
"What can you think of an Alma Mater which would accept money in
exchange for the life of one of her sons? Do you consider her as
mercenary as that?"
"When the son has forfeited his right to life--"
"Who are you to take upon yourself the judicial ermine, Hamlen?"
Huntington said sternly. "You have years before you yet to devote to her
welfare. If you are a man, fulfil your obligations during your natural
lifetime, and then supplement your labors by the princely gift you have
in mind. If you will insist on assuming all the blame for this
regrettable affair, don't let it make you shirk your duty, but go at
life again with an added incentive to pay your debt."
"You demand of me what is beyond my strength. I can't go on."
"That is cowardice, Hamlen.--Forgive the word," he added quickly as he
saw the color mount to his friend's cheeks, "forgive the cruelty; but I
must make you see yourself."
"It takes some courage to carry through what I have in mind," he
protested.
"Not the slightest in the world," Huntington contradicted. "Just pull a
wretched little trigger, pump half an ounce of lead into your diseased
brain, and you think your troubles are over. I know the pleasures of
this world, my friend, but I am entirely ignorant of those of the next.
Let us take our chances on these when our time comes, not before. No,
Hamlen, the easy thing is to side-step our difficulties here; it is the
hard thing to stand up in our boots and say, 'Yes, I've broken your
laws, I've outraged your sensibilities; but I'm going to atone for what
I've done.' You have that strength, Hamlen, and I sha'n't let you pass
it up."
"I'm sorry I waited for you!" Hamlen retorted sullenly.
"No, you're not; for you are an honest man." It was hard for Huntington
to be brutal, but this was the moment when Hamlen must be forced to
yield if at all. "You said a moment ago that I gave you back the life
you had abandoned; then that life belongs to me. If you destroy it, you
rob me of something which is mine, and that is theft. I don't care
whether you agree with me or not, but I demand of you my property, on
which you gave up your claim. If I leave it in your hands will you
protect it for me, and deliver it to me when I am ready to make use of
it?"
This was a new idea to Hamlen, and he could not meet it. He was only
conscious that Huntington was taking full advantage of his influence
over him, and was driving him on relentlessly. He shifted his eyes
uncomfortably, and in them was bitter resentment.
"You leave me no alternative," he said helplessly. "For God's sake tell
me what you want!"
"I don't know," Huntington admitted frankly; "but for the present give
me your promise that you will stay here until I reach my decision. I
must go back to Sagamore to relieve the anxiety of those who are
suffering on your account. When I return I shall hope to have found the
solution. Have I your promise?"
Hamlen leaned forward, burying his face in his hands.
"You are too strong for me," he muttered. "I must do as you wish."
Huntington laid his hand kindly on the bowed head.
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