Gus Briskow was waiting at the cashier's desk for his bill when the
bustle of incoming guests told him that the morning train had arrived.
Probably it had brought that "gentleman of importance" to whom the
manager had referred. "To hell with people like that manager!" the
Texan muttered. He would take his family back home and chance no more
humiliations like this. And to think that he had allowed that dancing
monkey to escape when he could have shot him as well as not!
Briskow's chain of thought was broken by a slap on the back that nearly
drove him through the cashier's window; then by a loud, cheery
greeting. The next moment he found himself actually embraced by--Gus
could not believe his eyes--by Calvin Gray!
The latter's affectionate greeting, his frank delight at seeing the
Texan, caused people in the lobby to center amused attention upon them,
and induced those behind the desk to regard Briskow with new respect.
"Gus! You precious pirate! My, but I'm glad to see you! Ma and Allie
are well, I know; they couldn't be otherwise here. Great place, isn't
it? Nothing in this country or Europe that compares with it, and I've
sent dozens of my friends here. I came north on business and couldn't
bear to go back without seeing you. Come! Give me a welcome, for I've
traveled across three states to get here."
The two stood hand in hand. Gray beamed approvingly. Gus, too, was
smiling, but earnestly he said, "I'm right glad to see you, Mr. Gray,
for we're in trouble."
"Trouble? What sort? Not illness?"
"No. We're leavin'--been throwed out."
The younger man's face sobered. "Don't joke!" he cried, sharply.
"I ain't joking. Feller insulted Allie and she throwed him out of a
window--"
"Exactly! It's in the morning paper."
"They don't seem to think it was reefined, so they--throwed _us_ out."
"Nonsense! Why, it is a corking story, and Allie was splendid--she gave
the championship to Herring, who deserved it, thereby delighting every
golfer on this side of the Atlantic. Jove! that girl is developing and
I'm going to hug her--if there's no window handy! Throw you out? Why,
there's some mistake, surely!"
Briskow shook his head; in greater detail he made known the facts. When
he had finished his halting recital Calvin Gray's face was flushed with
anger, there was a dark frown between his eyes.
"We'll see!" he muttered. "Wait here--or go back and tell Ma to
commence unpacking." Then he was gone.
For perhaps ten minutes Gus waited nervously; he was amazed finally to
see Gray approaching arm in arm with the manager; both were laughing,
the hotel man's face was radiant with good humor. To the departing
guest he said, genially:
"You are not going to leave us, after all, Mr. Briskow. On the
contrary, we are going to keep you at the Notch as long as you'll stay.
Stupid misunderstanding on my part, and I apologize. I'm going to ask
you to move, but into a better suite--the very best one we have. And
the rate will be the same. Come! What do you say?" When he was met by a
stammered protest, he insisted forcefully: "I sha'n't take 'no' for an
answer, my dear sir; we simply refuse to let you leave. The best we
have is yours, and I guarantee that you will be made comfortable."
"He offered to extend you the courtesies of the house--make you guests
of the hotel," Gray added, "but I knew you wouldn't accept."
"Dunno's I want to stay at all," Gus murmured, angrily. "We ain't no
better'n we was a half hour ago."
"To be sure, but I've made you better known. You are too shy; you
didn't afford my friend here the pleasure of making your acquaintance,
and I had to tell him the sort of person you really are. Serves you
right, Gus, for being so exclusive. Gad! I think I'll give you a few
lessons in democracy. Now then, come along! I'm dying to see Ma."
As the father trotted down the hall beside his swiftly striding
deliverer, he gasped, "How'd you do it?"
"Nothing simpler. I merely showed Mr. What's-his-name that he was
making an ass of himself. I've spent a fortune here; know the owners,
too. Nice chap, that manager, but he has no business running a hotel,
and I so informed him. He'll probably annoy you to death with his
attentions. He'll let you play 'shinny' in the halls if you want to.
Now--wait!" The speaker laid a finger upon his lips; his eyes were
dancing. He knocked sharply at the Briskow door and cried, "Baggage
ready, ma'am?"
There was a stir from within, the door was slowly opened by a bent,
pathetic figure of grief.
"Ma!" Gray cried, and he held out his arms.
Perhaps it was his virile personality radiating confidence, security,
or perhaps it was Gus Briskow's shining face that told the story;
whatever the fact, Ma Briskow uttered a thin, broken wail, then walked
into those open arms and laid her head upon Gray's breast. She clung to
him eagerly and the tears she had been blinking so hard to restrain
flowed silently.
"Oh-n-h! We ain't goin'away!" she said. "We ain't--goin' away!"
"Of course not. Gus misunderstood. The manager merely wanted you to
move--into a larger, finer suite, and he is positively distressed at
the thought of your leaving. The poor man is dashing about collecting
an armful of roses for you and Allie. He wants to come in person and
apologize."
There was another sound and Gray looked up to see Allie standing in the
doorway to her bedroom; with one hand she clutched the jamb, the other
was pressed to her bosom; she was staring at him as at an apparition.
The girl was quite colorless, there was a look almost of fright in her
eyes, and when he came toward her she swayed weakly. Her hands, when he
took them, were icy; it shocked him to see how worn, how weary she had
grown.
It was several hours later. In the parlor of the new suite, a spacious,
sunny room, fragrant with flowers and cheerful with brilliant
cretonnes, Gray and Briskow were talking. Allie and her mother could be
seen in their bedrooms putting away the last of their belongings.
Gray's eyes had been drawn, at frequent intervals, to the younger
woman, for the change in her became the more amazing the more he
observed her, and he was still striving to reconcile this creature to
the picture he had held in his mind. In a few months Allie had become
almost a stranger to him. It was a marked and yet a subtle change that
had come over her; she was anything but a polished young woman, of
course; nevertheless she had been modified, toned down, vastly
improved, and not until her first queer emotion at seeing him had
disappeared was the full extent of that improvement manifest to the
newcomer. He wondered why she had acted so oddly at first; surely she
did not fear him. No, Allie's face at this moment was alight with
supreme joy and satisfaction; she appeared to be quite as happily at
her ease as Ma, who was singing steadily in a thin, rusty voice.
Gray sent the father away on some pretext, finally; then he called to
Allie: "Come in here and talk to me. I am a guest and I demand
entertainment." He observed with silent approval her carriage as she
entered the room and accepted the chair he offered her. Faint trace of
the nester's daughter here. "I want a good chance to look at you."
Allie colored faintly. "I guess I'm not much to look at."
"Hm-m! You don't in the least resemble that girl I found hoeing in the
garden. You are terribly thin."
"Spinach!" said Allie.
"Dieting, eh?"
"Yes. Spinach and water and a rubber suit. Sometimes I have a party and
eat a whole soda cracker."
"It isn't too high a price to pay for beauty--beauty, 'the fading
rainbow's pride.' We men should thank Heaven for women's courage in
pursuing it. It is all that makes this world an attractive dwelling
place for nice people."
"Sometimes I think it's kind of wicked to spend so much time and money
that way, but--I guess it's all right. I want to look as good as other
people."
"I'm in a mood for quotations. 'Is beauty vain because it will fade?
Then are earth's green robe and heaven's light vain.' Pride, even
vanity, is less of a vice than slovenliness, my dear. Now then, do you
like Mrs. Ring?"
Allie nodded. "I like her, but--I hate her. She makes me feel awful mad
because she can't understand that I ain't--I am not mad at her, but at
myself. I don't hardly know how to explain it. If I was her I'd hate
me, like I do."
"Would you like to have her remain?"
"Oh, I would! She knows everything, and she makes me learn. But she
won't stay. I just found out that she's been quitting every few weeks,
and Pa's been raising her wages. No, the disgrace, and our being thrown
out--"
"My dear girl, let me assure you, once for all, there is no suggestion
of disgrace about this affair. You behaved with spirit, and those who
have heard about it admire you. I have talked with a number of them,
and I know. I had a talk with Mrs. Ring also, and she will remain if
you wish her to do so."
"You're a--a good man, ain't--"
"Aren't!"
"--aren't you, Mr. Gray? You fix everything."
"Not a good, but a convenient man. My specialty is making things easier
for my friends."
"Are these other folks, these rich ones around the hotel, like you?"
"Oh, much nicer than I!" Gray laughed. "You must meet some of them."
Allie's face whitened at this suggestion. "Please, sir--I'm scared!"
"Very well. As you wish. Tell me, what are you going to do with me this
afternoon?"
"I dunno!" Allie looked blank. "I don't do anything but study. I s'pose
I got to study."
"Nothing of the sort. You have circles under your eyes now from
overwork, and this is your vacation. I am a visitor, a restless
visitor; I abhor being asked to make myself at home, and I never do. I
demand amusement. Do you know what I'd like to do best of all?" Allie
did not know. "I'd like to sit here and smoke while you show me all
your pretty dresses. Ah! Those dark eyes brighten. You're dying to show
them to me, aren't you?"
"_Would_ you? Honest?"
"Cross my heart. But remember, I have a color sense and I'm not easily
pleased. I'll probably condemn some of them."
Allie breathed deeply. "Oh, Gee!" she said.
"Run along and try them on, then I'll borrow a pair of puttees and
we'll go for a ride."
For the next two hours Allegheny Briskow was in heaven. Never had she
dreamed of anything like this. To have Calvin Gray alone, all to
herself--Ma, as usual, had disappeared--and to discuss with him
exciting questions of dress and good taste that she could not discuss
with her own people; to meet his occasional hearty approval--well, it
was enough to make a girl drunk with happiness. Gowns that he liked
became precious; she hated those that he condemned. Her fingers grew
clumsy with haste, her cheeks burned. He said she wore her clothes
well, that she carried herself well. He approved of her--liked her! God
above! And to think that she had contemplated suicide! Of course she
was pitifully ignorant as yet, and she had not even learned to talk as
he talked, but there were books. She would study. Oh, the fury with
which she would apply herself after this! She would beat the contents
of those books into her head with her fists, if necessary; she would
show him how fast she could learn; she would astonish him. Her heart
sang at the thought that she was rich--richer than he. That would
count, too, for men liked money.
"Where is Ma?" Gray inquired, when the last gown had been paraded and
when Allie appeared in her riding suit.
"Out with the fairies, I suppose. She won't tell Pa or me where she
goes or what she does--says it's all foolishness."
"Perhaps she will tell me, for I believe in fairies," Gray said,
seriously.
Allie smiled at him. "I reckon she will. Folks tell you 'most anything
you want them to, I reckon."
This was the busiest hour of the afternoon. Gray had purposely ordered
the horses sent around at a time when he knew that the veranda, the
walks, and the tennis courts would be filled, for ever since his
interview with the hotel manager a plan had been shaping in his mind
and already he had dropped a few words, a hint or two here and there,
that were calculated to stimulate interest in Allie Briskow.
It gratified his craving for the theatric now to lead the girl out
before so many curious eyes. For himself, he knew that he commanded
attention, and as he noted the lines of this young Juno he could find
nothing in her that needed betterment. Allie's suit was the latest,
smartest thing in riding habits, and it set off her magnificent figure
as nothing else could. Systematic exercise and hard work, like the
final touch of a skilled sculptor, had given it beauty and refinement;
harmony and proportion had destroyed the impression of unusual size.
How deep was her bosom, how smooth and flowing were her curves, how
superbly tall she was! As a thing of flesh and blood, she made these
other women look like females of an insignificant race.
It thrilled him pleasantly to observe the confidence with which she
swung herself into the saddle and the instant mastery she exercised
over her restless mount. No timidity there, no need of assistance; no
absurd, hampering skirts and artificial posture, either, but a seat
astride as befits anyone who chooses to honor the king of four-footed
creatures.
Under cover, Gray noted Allie's effect upon her attentive audience, and
he smiled. If only he could spend a few days here he would make her a
woman to be sought after by some of the best people. She refused to
meet them, eh? Well, that would be as it was to be.
"We've been having supper in our rooms lately," she told him, when they
returned at dark. "You're going to eat with us, ain--aren't you?"
"I am, to be sure. But not in your rooms," he declared.
"I'd rather--"
"You'd rather do exactly what would please me, now wouldn't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then run along and put on that dinner dress that I liked best. And
tell Ma to look her prettiest, too. We'll not spoil this day."
It was seven-thirty when Gray, in evening clothes, appeared at the
Briskow suite. Allie told herself there had never been a man so
handsome, so distinguished, so Godlike as he. God, she now felt sure,
must wear full dress.
Gus Briskow beamed as the visitor smiled approvingly at his daughter.
"She is purty, ain't she? Don't look much like the girl I sent to
Dallas for fixin's."
"Allie is more then pretty, she's regal. 'Such another peerless queen
only could her mirror show.' But--her head is turned already, Gus.
Don't spoil her." The speaker stood with arms folded and head lowered
while he studied the girl impersonally. Allie wore an expensive black
lace dress, sleeveless and sufficiently low of neck to display her
charms. "Plain! A little too somber," Gray declared. "She can afford
colors, ornaments. Jove! I'd like some time to see her in something
Oriental, something barbaric. The next time I'm in New York I'll select
a gown--"
Ma Briskow entered at the moment, greatly flustered and extremely
self-conscious, and here, certainly, was no lack of ornamentation or of
color. Ma wore all her jewelry, and her dress was an elaborate creation
of brilliant jade green, from one shoulder of which depended a filmy
streamer of green chiffon. In her desire to gild the lily she had
knotted a Roman scarf about her waist--a scarf of many colors, of red,
of yellow, of purple, of blue, of orange--a very spectrum of vivid
stripes, and it utterly ruined her. It lent her an air of extreme
superfluity; it was as if she had put on everything except the
bedspread.
"You said to look my nicest," she bubbled, "so I done the best I could."
"You _are_ lovely, both of you, but--this is my party, isn't it? I can
do anything I please?" Gray looked from one to the other in eager
inquiry. "Then let me fix you my way. Ma Briskow, your face is too
sweet, too gentle, to be spoiled. Your charm is in your simplicity.
Here, I have it!"
With swift impetuosity he untied the scarf and whipped it from Ma's
waist. "Watch me now and you'll see I'm right." With his penknife he
cut the threads that held the chiffon streamer in place and removed it.
"_Voila_! Even so little, and we see an adorable motherly person,
richly but unostentatiously gowned. Don't you agree with me?"
Without pausing for an answer, he wheeled upon the daughter and drew
her into the range of a pier glass. "Now close your eyes and keep them
closed." Around Allie's hips he flung the scarf, drew it snug and
smooth, then knotted it. Next he snatched the length of chiffon and
bound it about her head. His touch was deft and certain; a moment and
it had been fashioned to suit him. Then he stood back and eyed the
_tout ensemble._
"Gorgeous!" he cried, genuinely enthusiastic. "That was the touch. I
defy any costumer to better it. Open your eyes, oh, gypsy princess! And
what do you see?"
"It--it sort of makes a difference, doesn't it?" Allie said. "'A
_difference'!_" Gray flung aloft his hands in exaggerated despair.
"Heaven help me! I am inspired; I have a flash of genius, a divine
impulse, and with a magic pass I work a miracle. I transform you from
something somber, dark, morose, into a creature of life, of passion, of
allurement." He groaned. "And you stand there like a stalagmite. Why,
girl, _look_ at yourself!"
"Darned if she don't look like a pitcher I seen som'er's--on an
almanac," Gus declared.
"Aha! A man with a soul! A human being who sees beauty where I see it.
An artist with my fire!" Gray burst into infectious laughter, and the
others joined him.
This proved to be an evening when people really did turn their heads as
the Briskows were shown to their table, but for once Allie suffered no
embarrassment, for she felt sure they were looking at Calvin Gray, and
in the shining glory of his presence she knew that she and her parents
were invisible.
It was the sort of situation in which Gray appeared to best advantage,
so he talked incessantly during the meal, and in a key that kept his
companions unconscious of their surroundings. On their way out they
passed the entrance to the ballroom and paused to look in. The beat of
the music swayed Allie unconsciously; then, before she knew it, Gray's
arm was around her waist and he was guiding her out upon the floor.
"Oh, n-no!" she gasped. She stumbled, but he drew her closer, saying:
"I'm proud of you, and I want you to show these people that you dance
even better than you ride."
Allie rose to the challenge.
About midnight Calvin Gray strolled outdoors for a breath of fresh air
before retiring. He glowed with the consciousness of a worthy deed well
done. He had come to the Notch expecting to spend one night, but events
of the last few hours had induced him to change his plans, and he now
made up his mind to stay several days. He was burning to be back in the
oil fields, to be sure; every hour away from them was an hour wasted,
and although he told himself it was his feud that drew him, he knew
better. As a matter of fact, when he thought of Texas it was of Wichita
Falls, and when he visualized the latter place it was to picture a
cottage with the paint off or a small office with the sign, "Tom and
Bob Parker, Real Estate and Insurance."
He had been eagerly, selfishly, counting the hours until his return,
but here, it seemed, was work to be done, a task that he alone could
accomplish, and his decision to remain had been made final when Allie
Briskow told him with tremulous earnestness that he had saved her
life--when she confessed that she had intended to kill herself, and why.
Naturally Gray had put no faith in that wild declaration, nevertheless
it was plain that the girl--that all three Briskows--needed a friend to
guide them. He sighed with resignation, but reflected that, inasmuch as
he had put his hand to the plow, he must turn the furrow. After all, he
could well afford to spare a week to put that girl on the road to
happiness.