He stopped. He could go no farther; he could not bear the rest. He rose up, with a great resolution upon his lips: this secret life should be revealed, and confessed; no longer would he live it clandestinely, he would go and tell her All.
And that is what he did. He told her All; and wept upon her bosom; wept, and moaned, and begged for her forgiveness. It was a profound shock, and she staggered under the blow, but he was her own, the core of her heart, the blessing of her eyes, her all in all, she could deny him nothing, and she forgave him. She felt that he could never again be quite to her what he had been before; she knew that he could only repent, and not reform; yet all morally defaced and decayed as he was, was he not her own, her very own, the idol of her deathless worship? She said she was his serf, his slave, and she opened her yearning heart and took him in.
CHAPTER VII
One Sunday afternoon some time after this they were sailing the summer seas in their dream yacht, and reclining in lazy luxury under the awning of the after-deck. There was silence, for each was busy with his own thoughts. These seasons of silence had insensibly been growing more and more frequent of late; the old nearness and cordiality were waning. Sallys terrible revelation had done its work; Aleck had tried hard to drive the memory of it out of her mind, but it would not go, and the shame and bitterness of it were poisoning her gracious dream life. She could see now (on Sundays) that her husband was becoming a bloated and repulsive Thing. She could not close her eyes to this, and in these days she no longer looked at him, Sundays, when she could help it.
But she was she herself without blemish? Alas, she knew she was not. She was keeping a secret from him, she was acting dishonorably toward him, and many a pang it was costing her. She was breaking the compact, and concealing it from him. Under strong temptation she had gone into business again; she had risked their whole fortune in a purchase of all the railway systems and coal and steel companies in the country on a margin, and she was now trembling, every Sabbath hour, lest through some chance word of hers he find it out. In her misery and remorse for this treachery she could not keep her heart from going out to him in pity; she was filled with compunctions to see him lying there, drunk and contented, and never suspecting. Never suspecting trusting her with a perfect and pathetic trust, and she holding over him by a thread a possible calamity of so devastating a
Say Aleck?
The interrupting words brought her suddenly to herself. She was grateful to have that persecuting subject from her thoughts, and she answered, with much of the old-time tenderness in her tone:
Yes, dear.
Do you know, Aleck, I think we are making a mistake that is, you are. I mean about the marriage business. He sat up, fat and froggy and benevolent, like a bronze Buddha, and grew earnest. Consider its more than five years. Youve continued the same policy from the start: with every rise, always holding on for five points higher. Always when I think we are going to have some weddings, you see a bigger thing ahead, and I undergo another disappointment. I think you are too hard to please. Some day well get left. First, we turned down the dentist and the lawyer. That was all right it was sound. Next, we turned down the bankers son and the pork-butchers heir right again, and sound. Next, we turned down the Congressmans son and the Governors right as a trivet, I confess it. Next the Senators son and the son of the Vice-President of the United States perfectly right, theres no permanency about those little distinctions. Then you went for the aristocracy; and I thought we had struck oil at last yes. We would make a plunge at the Four Hundred, and pull in some ancient lineage, venerable, holy, ineffable, mellow with the antiquity of a hundred and fifty years, disinfected of the ancestral odors of salt-cod and pelts all of a century ago, and unsmirched by a days work since, and then! why, then the marriages, of course. But no, along comes a pair of real aristocrats from Europe, and straightway you throw over the half-breeds. It was awfully discouraging, Aleck! Since then, what a procession! You turned down the baronets for a pair of barons; you turned down the barons for a pair of viscounts; the viscounts for a pair of earls; the earls for a pair of marquises; the marquises for a brace of dukes. Now, Aleck, cash in! youve played the limit. Youve got a job lot of four dukes under the hammer; of four nationalities; all sound in the wind and limb and pedigree, all bankrupt and in debt up to the ears. They come high, but we can afford it. Come, Aleck, dont delay any longer, dont keep up the suspense: take the whole lay-out, and leave the girls to choose!
Aleck had been smiling blandly and contentedly all through this arraignment of her marriage policy, a pleasant light, as of triumph with perhaps a nice surprise peeping out through it, rose in her eyes, and she said, as calmly as she could:
Sally, what would you say to royalty?
Prodigious! Poor man, it knocked him silly, and he fell over the garboard-strake and barked his shin on the cat-heads. He was dizzy for a moment, then he gathered himself up and limped over and sat down by his wife and beamed his old-time admiration and affection upon her in floods, out of his bleary eyes.
By George! he said, fervently, Aleck, you are great the greatest woman in the whole earth! I cant ever learn the whole size of you. I cant ever learn the immeasurable deeps of you. Here Ive been considering myself qualified to criticize your game. I! Why, if I had stopped to think, Id have known you had a lone hand up your sleeve. Now, dear heart, Im all red-hot impatience tell me about it!
The flattered and happy woman put her lips to his ear and whispered a princely name. It made him catch his breath, it lit his face with exultation.
Land! he said, its a stunning catch! Hes got a gambling-hall, and a graveyard, and a bishop, and a cathedral all his very own. And all gilt-edged five-hundred-per-cent. stock, every detail of it; the tidiest little property in Europe; and that graveyard its the selectest in the world: none but suicides admitted; yes, sir, and the free-list suspended, too, all the time. There isnt much land in the principality, but theres enough: eight hundred acres in the graveyard and forty-two outside. Its a sovereignty thats the main thing; lands nothing. Theres plenty land, Saharas drugged with it.
Aleck glowed; she was profoundly happy. She said:
Think of it, Sally it is a family that has never married outside the Royal and Imperial Houses of Europe: our grandchildren will sit upon thrones!
True as you live, Aleck and bear scepters, too; and handle them as naturally and nonchantly as I handle a yardstick. Its a grand catch, Aleck. Hes corralled, is he? Cant get away? You didnt take him on a margin?
No. Trust me for that. Hes not a liability, hes an asset. So is the other one.
Who is it, Aleck?
His Royal Highness Sigismund-Siegfried-Lauenfeld-Dinkelspiel-Schwartzenberg Blutwurst, Hereditary Grand Duke of Katzenyammer.
No! You cant mean it!
Its as true as Im sitting here, I give you my word, she answered.
His cup was full, and he hugged her to his heart with rapture, saying:
No. Trust me for that. Hes not a liability, hes an asset. So is the other one.
Who is it, Aleck?
His Royal Highness Sigismund-Siegfried-Lauenfeld-Dinkelspiel-Schwartzenberg Blutwurst, Hereditary Grand Duke of Katzenyammer.
No! You cant mean it!
Its as true as Im sitting here, I give you my word, she answered.
His cup was full, and he hugged her to his heart with rapture, saying:
How wonderful it all seems, and how beautiful! Its one of the oldest and noblest of the three hundred and sixty-four ancient German principalities, and one of the few that was allowed to retain its royal estate when Bismarck got done trimming them. I know that farm, Ive been there. Its got a rope-walk and a candle-factory and an army. Standing army. Infantry and cavalry. Three soldier and a horse. Aleck, its been a long wait, and full of heartbreak and hope deferred, but God knows I am happy now. Happy, and grateful to you, my own, who have done it all. When is it to be?
Next Sunday.
Good. And well want to do these weddings up in the very regalest style thats going. Its properly due to the royal quality of the parties of the first part. Now as I understand it, there is only one kind of marriage that is sacred to royalty, exclusive to royalty: its the morganatic.
What do they call it that for, Sally?
I dont know; but anyway its royal, and royal only.
Then we will insist upon it. More I will compel it. It is morganatic marriage or none.
That settles it! said Sally, rubbing his hands with delight. And it will be the very first in America. Aleck, it will make Newport sick.
Then they fell silent, and drifted away upon their dream wings to the far regions of the earth to invite all the crowned heads and their families and provide gratis transportation to them.
CHAPTER VIII
During three days the couple walked upon air, with their heads in the clouds. They were but vaguely conscious of their surroundings; they saw all things dimly, as through a veil; they were steeped in dreams, often they did not hear when they were spoken to; they often did not understand when they heard; they answered confusedly or at random; Sally sold molasses by weight, sugar by the yard, and furnished soap when asked for candles, and Aleck put the cat in the wash and fed milk to the soiled linen. Everybody was stunned and amazed, and went about muttering, What can be the matter with the Fosters?
Three days. Then came events! Things had taken a happy turn, and for forty-eight hours Alecks imaginary corner had been booming. Up up still up! Cost point was passed. Still up and up and up! Five points above cost then ten fifteen twenty! Twenty points cold profit on the vast venture, now, and Alecks imaginary brokers were shouting frantically by imaginary long-distance, Sell! sell! for Heavens sake sell!
She broke the splendid news to Sally, and he, too, said, Sell! sell oh, dont make a blunder, now, you own the earth! sell, sell! But she set her iron will and lashed it amidships, and said she would hold on for five points more if she died for it.
It was a fatal resolve. The very next day came the historic crash, the record crash, the devastating crash, when the bottom fell out of Wall Street, and the whole body of gilt-edged stocks dropped ninety-five points in five hours, and the multimillionaire was seen begging his bread in the Bowery. Aleck sternly held her grip and put up as long as she could, but at last there came a call which she was powerless to meet, and her imaginary brokers sold her out. Then, and not till then, the man in her was vanished, and the woman in her resumed sway. She put her arms about her husbands neck and wept, saying:
I am to blame, do not forgive me, I cannot bear it. We are paupers! Paupers, and I am so miserable. The weddings will never come off; all that is past; we could not even buy the dentist, now.
A bitter reproach was on Sallys tongue: I begged you to sell, but you He did not say it; he had not the heart to add a hurt to that broken and repentant spirit. A nobler thought came to him and he said:
Bear up, my Aleck, all is not lost! You really never invested a penny of my uncles bequest, but only its unmaterialized future; what we have lost was only the incremented harvest from that future by your incomparable financial judgment and sagacity. Cheer up, banish these griefs; we still have the thirty thousand untouched; and with the experience which you have acquired, think what you will be able to do with it in a couple years! The marriages are not off, they are only postponed.
These were blessed words. Aleck saw how true they were, and their influence was electric; her tears ceased to flow, and her great spirit rose to its full stature again. With flashing eye and grateful heart, and with hand uplifted in pledge and prophecy, she said:
Now and here I proclaim
But she was interrupted by a visitor. It was the editor and proprietor of the Sagamore. He had happened into Lakeside to pay a duty-call upon an obscure grandmother of his who was nearing the end of her pilgrimage, and with the idea of combining business with grief he had looked up the Fosters, who had been so absorbed in other things for the past four years that they neglected to pay up their subscription. Six dollars due. No visitor could have been more welcome. He would know all about Uncle Tilbury and what his chances might be getting to be, cemeterywards. They could, of course, ask no questions, for that would squelch the bequest, but they could nibble around on the edge of the subject and hope for results. The scheme did not work. The obtuse editor did not know he was being nibbled at; but at last, chance accomplished what art had failed in. In illustration of something under discussion which required the help of metaphor, the editor said:
Land, its as tough as Tilbury Foster! as we say.
It was sudden, and it made the Fosters jump. The editor noticed, and said, apologetically:
No harm intended, I assure you. Its just a saying; just a joke, you know nothing in it. Relation of yours?
Sally crowded his burning eagerness down, and answered with all the indifference he could assume:
I well, not that I know of, but weve heard of him. The editor was thankful, and resumed his composure. Sally added: Is he is he well?
Is he well? Why, bless you hes in Sheol these five years!
The Fosters were trembling with grief, though it felt like joy. Sally said, non-committally and tentatively:
Ah, well, such is life, and none can escape not even the rich are spared.
The editor laughed.
If you are including Tilbury, said he, it dont apply. He hadnt a cent; the town had to bury him.
The Fosters sat petrified for two minutes; petrified and cold. Then, white-faced and weak-voiced, Sally asked:
Is it true? Do you know it to be true?
Well, I should say! I was one of the executors. He hadnt anything to leave but a wheelbarrow, and he left that to me. It hadnt any wheel, and wasnt any good. Still, it was something, and so, to square up, I scribbled off a sort of a little obituarial send-off for him, but it got crowded out.
The Fosters were not listening their cup was full, it could contain no more. They sat with bowed heads, dead to all things but the ache at their hearts.