Howard Letchworth settled himself comfortably by an open window in the
5.12 express and spread out the evening paper, turning, like any true
college man, first to the sporting page. He was anxious to know how
his team had come out in the season's greatest contest with another
larger college. He had hoped to be there to witness the game himself,
and in fact the Clouds had invited him to go with them in their car,
but unfortunately at the last minute a telegram came from a firm with
whom he expected to be located during the summer, saying that their
representative would be in the city that afternoon and would like to
see him. Howard had been obliged to give up the day's pleasure and see
his friends start off without him. Now, his business over, he was
returning to college and having his first minute of leisure to see how
the game came out.
The train was crowded, for it was just at closing time and every one
was in a rush to get home. Engrossed in his paper, he noticed none of
them until someone dropped, or rather sprawled, in the seat beside
him, taking far more room than was really necessary, and making a lot
of fuss pulling up his trousers and getting his patent leather feet
adjusted to suit him around a very handsome sole-leather suitcase
which he crowded unceremoniously over to Howard's side of the floor.
The intruder next addressed himself to the arrangement of a rich and
striking necktie, and seemed to have no compunctions about annoying
his neighbor during the process. Howard glanced up in surprise as a
more strenuous knock than before jarred his paper out of focus. He saw
a young fellow of about his own age with a face that would have been
strikingly handsome if it had not also been bold and conceited. He had
large dark eyes set off by long curling black lashes, black hair that
crinkled close to his head in satiny sleek sheen, well-chiselled
features, all save a loose-hung, insolent lip that gave the impression
of great self-indulgence and selfishness. He was dressed with a
careful regard to the fashion and with evidently no regard whatever
for cost. He bore the mark at once of wealth and snobbishness. Howard,
in spite of his newly-acquired desire to look upon all men as
brothers, found himself disliking him with a vehemence that was out of
all proportion to the occasion.
"Don't they have any pahlah cars on this road?"
The question was addressed to him in a calm, insolent tone as if he
were a paid servitor of the road. He looked up amusedly and eyed the
stranger pitingly:
"Not so as you'd notice it," he remarked crushingly as he turned back
to his paper. "People on this road too busy to use 'em."
But the stranger did not crush easily:
"Live far out?" he asked, turning his big, bold eyes on his seatmate
and calmly examining him from the toe of a well-worn shoe to the crown
of a dusty old hat that Howard was trying to make last till the end of
the season. When he had finished the survey his eyes travelled
complacently back to his own immaculate attire, and his well-polished
shoes fresh from the hands of the city station bootblack. With a
well-manicured thumb and finger he flecked an imaginary bit of dust
from the knee of his trousers.
Howard named the college town brusquely.
"Ah, indeed!" Another survey brief and significant this time. "I don't
suppose you know any people at the college." It was scarcely a
question, more like a statement of a deplorable fact. Howard was
suddenly amused.
"Oh, a few," he said briefly. (He was just finishing his senior year
rather brilliantly and his professors were more than proud of him.)
Another glance seemed to say: "In what capacity?" but the elegant
youth finally decided to voice another question:
"Don't happen to know a fellah by the name of Cloud, I suppose? Al
Cloud?"
"I've met him," said Howard with his eyes still on his paper.
"He's from my State!" announced the youth with a puff of importance.
"We live next door in California. He's a regular guy, he is. Got all
kinds of money coming to him. He'll be of age in a month or two now,
and then you'll see him start something! He's some spender, _he_ is."
Howard made no comment, but something in him revolted at the idea of
talking over his friend in such company.
"I've got to hunt him up," went on the young man, not noticing that
his auditor appeared uninterested. "I'm to stay with him to-night. I
was to send a telegram, but didn't think of it till it was almost
train time. Guess it won't make much difference. The Clouds always
used to keep open house. I suppose they have a swell place out here?"
"Oh, it's quite comfortable, I believe," Howard turned over a page of
the paper and fell to reading an article on the high price of sugar
and the prospect of a fall.
"You ought to see their dump out in Cally. It's some mansion, believe
me! There wasn't anything else in that part of the State to compare
with it for miles around. And cahs! They had cahs to burn! The old man
was just lousy with gold, you know; struck a rich mine years ago. His
wife had a pile, too. Her father was all kinds of a millionaire and
left every bit to her; and Al and his sister'll get everything. Seen
anything of _her_? She ought to be a winner pretty soon. She was a
peach when she was little. She's some speedy kid! We used to play
together, you know, and our folks sorta fixed it up we were just made
for each other and all that sorta thing, you know--but I don't
know--I'm not going to be bound by any such nonsense, of course,
unless I like. One doesn't want one's wife to be such an awfully good
shot, fer instance, you know----!"
A great anger surged up in Howard's soul, and his jaw set with a
fierce line that those who knew him well had learned to understand
meant self-control under deep provocation. He would have liked nothing
better than to surprise the insolent young snob with a well-directed
blow in his pretty face that would have sent him sprawling in the
aisle. His hands fairly twitched to give him the lesson that he
needed, but he only replied with a slight inscrutable smile in one
corner of his mouth:
"It _might_ be inconvenient for _some people_." There an aloofness in
his tone that did not encourage further remarks, but the young
stranger was evidently not thin-skinned, or else he loved to hear
himself babbling.
"I'm coming on heah, you know, to look this college ovah----!" he
drawled. "If it suits me, I may come heah next yeah. Got fired from
three institutions out West for larking, and father thought I better
go East awhile. Any fun doing out this way?"
"I suppose those that go to college looking for it can find it,"
answered Howard noncommittally.
"Well--that's what I'm looking for. That's about all anybody goes to
college for anyway, that and making a lot of friends. Believe me, it
would be a beastly bore if it wasn't for that. Al Cloud used to be a
lively one. I'll wager he's into everything. See much of the college
people down in town--do you?" He eyed his companion patronizingly.
"S'pose you get in on some of the spoahts now and then?"
"Oh, occasionally," said Howard with a twinkle in his eye. He was
captain of the football team and forward in basket-ball, but it didn't
seem to be necessary to mention it.
"Any fellows with any pep in them out here? I suppose there must be or
Al wouldn't stay unless he's changed. He used to keep things pretty
lively. That's one reason why I told dad I'd come out here. I like a
place with plenty of ginger. It gets my goat to be among a lot of
grinds and sissies! This is a co-ed college, isn't it? That suits me
all right if the girls have any pep and aren't too straitlaced. Any
place around here where you can go off and take a girl for a good
dinner and a dash of life? I couldn't stand for any good-little-boy
stuff. Know any place around here where you can get a drink of the
real thing now and then, some place near enough to go joy-riding to,
you know? I shall bring my cah of course----! One can get away with a
lot more stuff if they have their own cah, you know--especially where
there's girls. You can't pull off any devilment if you have to depend
on hired cahs. You might get caught. I suppose they have some pretty
spicy times down at the frat rooms, don't they? I understood the frats
were mostly located down in the town."
Howard suddenly folded his paper, looking squarely in the limpid eyes
of his seatmate for the first time, with a cold, searching, subduing
gaze.
"I really couldn't say," he answered coldly.
"Oh, I s'pose you're not interested in that sort of thing, not being
in college," said the other insolently. "But Al Cloud'll put me wise.
He's no grind, I'll wager. He's always in for a good time, and he's
such a good bluff he never gets found out. Now I, somehow, always get
caught, even when I'm not the guilty one."
The boy laughed unroariously as if it were a good joke, and his weak
chin seemed to grow weaker in the process.
Howard was growing angry and haughty, but it was his way to be calm
when excited. He did not laugh with the stranger. Instead, he waited
until the joke had lost its amusement and then he turned soberly to
the youth with as patronizing an air as ever the other had worn:
"Son, you've got another guess coming to you about Allison Cloud.
You'll have the surprise of your young life when you see him, I
imagine. Why, he's been an A student ever since he came to this
college, and he has the highest average this last semester of any man
in his class. As for bluff, he's as clear as crystal, and a prince of
a fellow; and if you're looking for a spot where you can bluff your
way through college you better seek elsewhere. Bluff doesn't go down
in _our_ college. We have student government, and I happen to be
chairman of the student exec. just now. You better change your tactics
if you expect to remain here. Excuse me, I see a friend up at the
front of the car!"
With which remarks Howard Letchworth strode across the sprawling legs
of his fellow-traveller and departed up the aisle, leaving the elegant
stranger to enjoy the whole seat and his own company.
Thus did Clive Terrence introduce himself to Howard Letchworth and
bring dismay into the little clique of four young people who had been
enjoying a most unusually perfect friendship. Howard Letchworth, as he
stood the rest of the ride on the front platform of the car conversing
with apparent interest with a fraternity brother, was nevertheless
filled with a growing dismay. Now and then he glanced back and glared
down the aisle at the elegant sprawling youth and wondered how it was
that a being as insignificant as that could so upset his equilibrium.
But the assured drawl of the stranger as he spoke of Leslie and called
her a "speedy kid" had made him boil with rage. He carried the mood
back to college with him, and sat gloomily at the table thinking the
whole incident over, while the banter and chaffing went on about him
unnoticed. Underneath it all there was a deep uneasiness that would
not be set aside. The young man had said that the Clouds were very
wealthy. That Leslie was especially so. That when she was of age she
would have a vast inheritance. There had been no sign of great wealth
or ostentation in their living but if that were so then there was an
insuperable wall between him and her.
It was strange that the question of wealth had never come up between
them. Howard had known that they were comfortably off, of course. They
had a beautiful car and wore good clothes, and were always free with
their entertaining, but they lived in a modest house, and never made
any pretences. It had not occurred to him that they were any better
off than he might be some day if he worked hard. They never talked
about their circumstances. Of course, now he came to think about it,
there were fine mahogany pieces of furniture in the little house and
wonderful rugs and things, but they all fitted in so harmoniously with
their surroundings that it never occurred to him that they might have
cost a mint of money. They never cried out their price to those who
saw them, they were simply the fitting thing in the fitting place,
doing their service as all right-minded things both animate and
inanimate in this world should do. It was the first serpent in the
Eden of this wonderful friendship at Cloudy Villa and it stung the
proud-spirited young man to the soul.
Alone in his room that night he finally gave up all pretence at study
and faced the truth. He had been drifting in a delightful dream during
the last two years, with only a vague and alluring idea of the future
before him, a future in which there was no question but that Allison
Cloud AND his sister Leslie should figure intimately. Now he was
suddenly and roughly awakened to ask himself whether he had any right
to count on all this. If these young people belonged to the favored
few of the world who were rolling in wealth, wasn't it altogether
likely that when they finished college they would pass out of this
comradely atmosphere into a world of their own, with a new set of laws
whereby to judge and choose their friends and life companions? He
could not quite imagine Allison and Leslie as anything but the frank,
friendly, enthusiastic comrades they had been since he had known
them--and yet--he knew the world, knew what the love of money could do
to a human soul, for he had seen it many times before in people he had
come to love and trust who had grown selfish and forgetful as soon as
money and power were put into their hands. He had to confess that it
was possible. Also, his own pride forbade him to wish to force himself
into a crowd where he could not hold his own and pay his part. They
would simply not be in his class, at least not for many years to come,
and his heart sank with desolation. It was then, and not till then,
that the heart of the trouble came out and looked him in the face. It
was not that he could not be in their class, that he could not keep
pace with Allison Cloud and come and go in his company as freely as he
had done; it was that he loved the bright-haired Leslie, the
sweet-faced, eager, earnest, wonderful girl. She held his future
happiness in her little rosy hand, and if she really were a rich girl
he couldn't of course tell her now that he loved her, because he was a
poor man. He didn't expect to stay poor always, of course, but it
would be a great many years before he could ever hope to compete with
anything like wealth, and during those years who might not take her
from him? Was it conceivable that such a cad as that youth who had
boasted himself a playmate of her childhood could possibly win her?
Howard went out and sat on the campus under a great shadowing tree. He
watched a silver thread of a moon slip down between the branches and
dip behind the hill, and while he sat there he went through all the
desolation of a lonely life; the bitterness of having Leslie taken
from him by one who was unworthy!--He persuaded himself that he loved
her enough to be willing to step aside and give her up to a man who
was better than himself--but this little whiffet--ugh!
The chimes on the library pealed out nine o'clock, reminding him of
his work half done, yet the shadow of engulfing sorrow and loss hung
over him. With a jerk he drew himself up and tried to grasp at common
sense. How ridiculous of him to get up all this nightmare out of a few
minutes' talk with a fellow who used to be the Clouds' old neighbor.
He might not have been telling the truth. And anyhow it was a libel on
friendship to distrust them all this way, as though riches were some
kind of a disease like leprosy that set people apart. It wasn't his
night to go down to the village, but just to dispel this nonsense and
bring back his normal state of mind he would go and drop in on the
Clouds for a few minutes. A sight of them all would reassure him and
clear his brain for the work he must do before midnight. Leslie Cloud
was very young yet, and much can happen in a year or two. He might
even be in a fair way to make a fortune himself somewhere, who knew?
And as for that little cad, it was nonsense to suppose he was anything
to fear. Besides, it wasn't time yet to think about being married when
he wasn't even out of college. He would forget it and work the harder.
Of course he could never quite go back and forget that he had admitted
to himself that he was in love with Leslie, but he would keep it like
a precious jewel hid far in his heart, so carefully locked that not
even for his own delight would he take it out to look at now at this
time.
Having thus resolved, a weight seemed to have rolled from his
shoulders and he sprang up and walked with a quick tread down to the
village. There was a cheerful clang of victrolas, player-pianos and
twanging guitars as he passed the fraternity rooms, and he went
whistling on his way toward Cloudy Villa.
But as he neared the tall arched hedge, and looked eagerly for the
welcome light, he saw that the big living-room windows were only lit
by a soft play of firelight. Did that mean they were all sitting in
the firelight around the hearth? A fearful thought of the stranger
intruded just here upon his fine resolves, and to dispel it he knocked
noisily on the little brass knocker.
It was very still inside, but a quick electric light responded to his
knock and in a moment he could hear someone coming down-stairs to the
door. His heart leaped. Could it be Leslie? Ah! He must not--yet how
wonderful it was going to be to look at her this first time after
really knowing his own heart in plain language. Could he keep the joy
of her out of his eyes, and the wonder of her from his voice? Then the
door opened and there stood Cherry in negligée of flaring rosy cotton
crêpe embroidered with gorgeous peacocks, and her pigtails in eclipse
behind an arrangement of cheap lace and pink ribbons.
"No, sir, Mister Howard, dey ain't none ob 'em heah! Dey got
cumpney--some young fellah fum back to Californy way. Dey done tuk him
out to see de town."
Howard's heart sank and he turned his heavy footsteps back to
college. The worst fear had come to pass. Of course reason asserted
itself, and he told himself that he was a fool, a perfect fool. Of
course they had to be polite to an old neighbor whether they liked him
or not. And what was he to presume to judge a stranger from a
five-minute conversation, and turn him down so completely that he
wasn't willing to have his old friends even like him? Well, he was
worse than he had thought himself and something would have to be done
about it.
What he did about it was to stay away from Cloudy Villa for almost a
week, and when Leslie at last, after repeated efforts to get hold of
him by telephone, called him up to say there was an important
committee meeting at the church which he ought to attend, he excused
his long absence by telling how busy he had been. Of course he had
been busy, but Leslie knew that he had always been busy, and yet had
found time to come in often. She was inclined to be hurt and just the
least bit stand-offish. Of course if he didn't _want_ to come he
needn't! And she took Clive Terrence driving in the car and showed him
all the wonders of the surrounding neighborhood with much more
cordiality than she really felt. It was her way of bearing her hurt.
At last she got Allison by himself and asked him quite casually why
Howard hadn't been down. But Allison, in haste to keep an appointment
with Jane, and knowing that Howard enjoyed being down as much as they
wanted him, hadn't even noticed the absence yet.
"Oh, he's up to his eyes in work," responded Allison. "He's likely
busy as a one-armed paper-hanger with fleas! He's a senior, you know.
Wait till next year and you'll see me in the same boat!" and he
hurried away whistling.