the conflict-第1章
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The Conflict
by David Graham Phillips
I
Four years at Wellesley； two years about equally divided among Paris； Dresden and Florence。 And now Jane Hastings was at home again。 At home in the unchanged housespacious； old…fashionedlooking down from its steeply sloping lawns and terraced gardens upon the sooty； smoky activities of Remsen City； looking out upon a charming panorama of hills and valleys in the heart of South Central Indiana。 Six years of striving in the East and abroad to satisfy the restless energy she inherited from her father； and here she was； as restless as everyet with everything done that a woman could do in the way of an active career。 She looked back upon her years of elaborate preparation； she looked forward uponnothing。 That is； nothing but marriagedropping her name； dropping her personality； disappearing in the personality of another。 She had never seen a man for whom she would make such a sacrifice； she did not believe that such a man existed。
She meditated bitterly upon that cruel arrangement of Nature's whereby the father transmits his vigorous qualities in twofold measure to the daughter； not in order that she may be a somebody； but solely in order that she may transmit them to sons。 ‘‘I don't believe it；'' she decided。 ‘‘There's something for ME to do。'' But what？ She gazed down at Remsen City； connected by factories and pierced from east； west and south by railways。 She gazed out over the fields and woods。 Yes； there must be something for her besides merely marrying and breedingjust as much for her as for a man。 But what？ If she should marry a man who would let her rule him； she would despise him。 If she should marry a man she could respecta man who was of the master class like her fatherhow she would hate him for ignoring her and putting her in her ordained inferior feminine place。 She glanced down at her skirts with an angry sense of enforced masquerade。 And then she laughed for she had a keen sense of humor that always came to her rescue when she was in danger of taking herself too seriously。
Through the foliage between her and the last of the stretches of highroad winding up from Remsen City she spied a man climbing in her directiona long； slim figure in cap； Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers。 Instantlyand long before he saw herthere was a grotesque whisking out of sight of the serious personality upon which we have been intruding。 In its stead there stood ready to receive the young man a woman of the type that possesses physical charm and knows how to use itand does not scruple to use it。 For a woman to conquer man by physical charm is far and away the easiest； the most fleeting and the emptiest of victories。 But for woman thus to conquer without herself yielding anything whatsoever； even so little as an alluring glance of the eyethat is quite another matter。 It was this sort of conquest that Jane Hastings delighted inand sought to gain with any man who came within range。 If the men had known what she was about； they would have denounced her conduct as contemptible and herself as immoral； even brazen。 But in their innocence they accused only their sophisticated and superbly masculine selves and regarded her as the soul of innocence。 This was the more absurd in them because she obviously excelled in the feminine art of inviting display of charm。 To glance at her was to realize at once the beauty of her figure； the exceeding grace of her long back and waist。 A keen observer would have seen the mockery lurking in her light…brown eyes； and about the corners of her full red lips。
She arranged her thick dark hair to make a secret； half… revealed charm of her fascinating pink ears and to reveal in dazzling unexpectedness the soft； round whiteness of the nape of her neck。
Because you are thus let into Miss Hastings' naughty secret； so well veiled behind an air of earnest and almost cold dignity； you must not do her the injustice of thinking her unusually artful。 Such artfulness is common enough； it secures husbands by the thousand and by the tens of thousands。 No； only in the skill of artfulness was Miss Hastings unusual。
As the long strides of the tall； slender man brought him rapidly nearer； his face came into plain view。 A refined； handsome face； dark and serious。 He had dark…brown eyesand Miss Hastings did not like brown eyes in a man。 She thought that men should have gray or blue or greenish eyes； and if they were cruel in their love of power she liked it the better。
‘‘Hello； Dave；'' she cried in a pleasant； friendly voice。 She was posedin the most unconscious of attitudes upon a rustic bench so that her extraordinary figure was revealed at its most attractive。
The young man halted before her； his breath coming quicklynot altogether from the exertion of his steep and rapid climb。 ‘‘Jen； I'm mad about you；'' he said； his brown eyes soft and luminous with passion。 ‘‘I've done nothing but think about you in the week you've been back。 I didn't sleep last night； and I've come up here as early as I dared to tell youto ask you to marry me。''
He did not see the triumph she felt； the joy in having subdued another of these insolently superior males。 Her eyes were discreetly veiled； her delightful mouth was arranged to express sadness。
‘‘I thought I was an ambition incarnate；'' continued the young man； unwittingly adding to her delight by detailing how brilliant her conquest was。 ‘‘I've never cared a rap about womenuntil I saw you。 I was all for politicsfor trying to do something to make my fellow men the better for my having lived。 Nowit's all gone。 I want you； Jen。 Nothing else matters。''
As he paused； gazing at her in speechless longing； she lifted her eyessimply a glance。 With a stifled cry he darted forward； dropped beside her on the bench and tried to enfold her in his arms。 The veins stood out in his forehead； the expression of his eyes was terrifying。
She shrank； sprang up。 His baffled hands had not even touched her。 ‘‘David Hull！'' she cried； and the indignation and the repulsion in her tone and in her manner were not simulated； though her artfulness hastened to make real use of them。 She loved to rouse men to frenzy。 She knew that the sight of their frenzy would chill herwould fill her with an emotion that would enable her to remain mistress of the situation。
At sight of her aversion his eyes sank。 ‘‘Forgive me；'' he muttered。 ‘‘You make meCRAZY。''
‘‘I！'' she cried； laughing in angry derision。 ‘‘What have I ever done to encourage you to beimpertinent？''
‘‘Nothing；'' he admitted。 ‘‘That is； nothing but just being yourself。''
‘‘I can't help that； can I？''
‘‘No；'' said he； adding doggedly： ‘‘But neither can men help going crazy about you。''
She looked at him sitting there at once penitent and impenitent； and her mind went back to the thoughts that had engaged it before he came into view。 Marriage to marry one of these men； with their coarse physical ideas of women； with their pitiful weakness before an emotion that seemed to her to have no charm whatever。 And these were the creatures who ruled the world and compelled women to be their playthings and mere appendages！ Wellno doubt it was the women's own fault； for were they not a poor； spiritless lot； trembling with fright lest they should not find a man to lean on and then； having found the man； settling down into fat and stupid vacuity or playing the cat at the silly game of social position？ But not Jane Hastings！ Her bosom heaved and her eyes blazed scorn as she looked at this person who had dared think the touch of his coarse hands would be welcome。 Welcome！
‘‘And I have been thinking what a delightful friendship ours was；'' said she； disgustedly。 ‘‘And all the time； your talk about your ambitionthe speeches you were going to makethe offices you were going to hold the good you were going to do in purifying politics it was all a blind！''
‘‘All a blind；'' admitted he。 ‘‘From the first night that you came to our house to dinnerJen； I'll never forget that dress you woreor the way you looked in it。''
Miss Jane had thought extremely well of that toilet herself。 She had heard how impervious this David Hull； the best catch in th
