_Unusual For A Man._
Never in all of human history was an ambitious woman more satisfied with
the progress of her plans than was Mrs. Arabelle Seabright. In due time
the Hon. H. G. Volrees had formed her acquaintance and it was not long
before they had come to an understanding. Eunice demurred not in the
least when it was made known to her that she was to be Mrs. H. G.
Volrees.
At an opportune time the Hon. H. G. Volrees announced his willingness to
accept a seat in the United States Senate and long before the time of
the election party leaders vied with each other in declaring in his
favor. When the success of his candidacy was assured he approached Mrs.
Seabright with a view to laying claim to his bride. The announcement of
the engagement was made, the date of the marriage was set and
preparations for the great event went on apace. Eunice appeared to enter
heartily into all the plannings, and was seemingly happy to an unusual
degree.
The "Daily Columbian" did its share in stimulating interest in the
forthcoming marriage. Almaville as a whole seemed to be particularly
well pleased with the proposed wedding, involving, as it did, a union of
the wealth and beauty of the North with the brain and chivalry of the
South.
As for Mr. Seabright, the more his family attracted social attention the
more uneasy he grew. At first he did make out to accompany his wife to
church and to theaters; but he had such a way of staring at the ceiling,
avoiding the gaze of people, and hurrying away to escape introductions,
that finally she was glad to leave him at home. Many brilliant social
functions were given at his home, but he was always absent.
A Mrs. Marsh, in whom curiosity was more strongly developed than even in
the rest of her kind, was determined to find out something about this
eccentric Mr. Seabright. She managed to get on intimate terms with Mrs.
Seabright, and was very free in moving to and fro in the Seabright
residence. Her intentions were not however hidden from Mrs. Seabright.
She knew that Mrs. Marsh was planning to get closer to her husband as a
matter of curiosity, and she was glad of the experiment, hoping that
Mrs. Marsh would eventually succeed in making him at home in the social
circle.
There was a sort of turret-shaped cupola crowning the Seabright
residence and Mr. Seabright made this his retreat. It was fitted up
with a telephone connecting it with the rest of the house and with his
place of business. It also had connections with a long distance system.
The door to his den was always locked, and no one could gain admission
without first calling him up over the telephone.
One day Mrs. Marsh, who was a good mimic imitated the voice of a foreman
in Mr. Seabright's factory and caused him to open the door of his den.
When Mr. Seabright caught sight of a woman's face and form he made a
quick attempt to close the door, but Mrs. Marsh apprehending such an
attempt, thrust a foot in so as to prevent this.
"Will you kindly withdraw?" asked Mr. Seabright, excitedly, holding the
door as nearly closed as the foot would allow.
"No, thank you; I have had too hard a time getting here," said Mrs.
Marsh cheerily. "To be frank, Mr. Seabright, would you allow a lady to
be able to truthfully charge you with discourtesy?" asked Mrs. Marsh
naively.
Mr. Seabright opened the door in despair, intending to dart out of the
room as soon as Mrs. Marsh entered.
Mrs. Marsh was looking for just such a step and forestalled it by
closing the door and pocketing the key. She now took a seat and bade Mr.
Seabright to do likewise. Seeing that he had an unusual character to
deal with, Mr. Seabright sat down resignedly to await the further
pleasure of his female captor.
Mrs. Marsh looked directly at Mr. Seabright, and said, "I have broken
through all rules of propriety in order to get to you. I wish to say to
you, Mr. Seabright, that this plea of absorption in your business is all
humbug. You have other and secret reasons for not desiring to appear in
our social circles."
The perspiration broke out in great beads on Mr. Seabright's face.
"You have treated your wife and daughter shamefully, refusing to honor
their social affairs with your presence," continued Mrs. Marsh.
The tone of reproach in this remark, indicating that Mrs. Marsh did not
approve of his absence from social functions, caused Mr. Seabright to
feel slightly better, as she evidently did not think that the secret
reasons governing his course were to his discredit personally, else she
would not have lamented his absence.
"You are from the North and rate the Southern women as being beneath
your notice, do you?" inquired Mrs. Marsh.
"O no! no! no!" said Mr. Seabright. "On the contrary, I very much
admire----," he did not finish the sentence, some fresh thought checking
him in the midst of the utterance.
Mrs. Marsh waited for him to finish, but he did not go on with the
remark. Finally, finding herself unable to make any headway with Mr.
Seabright, Mrs. Marsh eventually arose to go.
"I would be very thankful if before you leave you will sign a statement
that I shall draw up," said Mr. Seabright eagerly, going to his desk to
do the writing.
Mrs. Marsh looked at him a much puzzled woman. His phenomenal success as
a business man gave proof of his sound mental condition, and yet he
acted so queerly about everything else.
"I wonder what sort of a statement he wants me to sign," thought she.
The paper ran as follows:
"This is to certify that I was in the presence of Mr. Seabright
unaccompanied for a few moments and can testify that his treatment of me
was in every way exemplary."
Mrs. Marsh smiled in an amused manner. "You are making me testify to the
fact that I deserved my cool reception. I will sign." So saying she
attached her signature to the paper and departed.
Mr. Seabright folded up the statement and put it among his most valuable
papers. "This may save two hundred and eight bones from being broken. I
think that is the number of bones in the human body," said he,
double-locking his door.