the man between-第2章

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〃She　has　a　new　poodle；　or　a　new　lover；　or　a　new　way　of　crimping　her　hair；〃　suggested　Ruth　Bayard　scornfully。〃　She　imposes　on　you；　Ethel；　why　do　you　submit　to　her　selfishness？〃

〃I　suppose　because　I　have　become　used　to　it。　Four　years　ago　I　began　to　take　her　part；　when　the　girls　teased　and　tormented　her　in　the　schoolroom；　and　I　have　big…sistered　her　ever　since。　I　suppose　we　get　to　love　those　who　make　us　kind　and　give　us　trouble。　Dora　is　not　perfect；　but　I　like　her　better　than　any　friend　I　have。　And　she　must　like　me；　for　she　asks　my　advice　about　everything　in　her　life。〃

〃Does　she　take　it？〃

〃Yesgenerally。　Sometimes　I　have　to　make　her　take　it。〃

〃She　has　a　mother。　Why　does　she　not　go　to　her？〃

〃Mrs。　Denning　knows　nothing　about　certain　subjects。　I　am　Dora's　social　godmother；　and　she　must　dress　and　behave　as　I　tell　her　to　do。　Poor　Mrs。　Denning！　I　am　so　sorry　for　heranother　cup　of　coffee；　Ruthit　is　not　very　strong。〃

〃Why　should　you　be　sorry　for　Mrs。　Denning；　Her　husband　is　enormously　richshe　lives　in　a　palace；　and　has　a　crowd　of　men　and　women　servants　to　wait　upon　hercarriages；　horses；　motor　cars；　what　not；　at　her　command。〃

〃Yet　really；　Ruth；　she　is　a　most　unhappy　woman。　In　that　little　Western　town　from　which　they　came；　she　was　everybody。　She　ran　the　churches；　and　was　chairwoman　in　all　the　clubs；　and　President　of　the　Temperance　Union；　and　manager　of　every　religious；　social；　and　political　festival；　and　her　days　were　full　to　the　brim　of　just　the　things　she　liked　to　do。　Her　dress　there　was　considered　magnificent；　people　begged　her　for　patterns；　and　regarded　her　as　the　very　glass　of　fashion。　Servants　thought　it　a　great　privilege　to　be　employed　on　the　Denning　place；　and　she　ordered　her　house　and　managed　her　half…score　of　men　and　maids　with　pleasant　autocracy。　NOW！　Well；　I　will　tell　you　how　it　is；　NOW。　She　sits　all　day　in　her　splendid　rooms；　or　rides　out　in　her　car　or　carriage；　and　no　one　knows　her；　and　of　course　no　one　speaks　to　her。　Mr。　Denning　has　his　Wall　Street　friends〃

〃And　enemies；〃　interrupted　Judge　Rawdon。

〃And　enemies！　You　are　right；　father。　But　he　enjoys　one　as　much　as　the　otherthat　is；　he　would　as　willingly　fight　his　enemies　as　feast　his　friends。　He　says　a　big　day　in　Wall　Street　makes　him　alive　from　head　to　foot。　He　really　looks　happy。　Bryce　Denning　has　got　into　two　clubs；　and　his　money　passes　him；　for　he　plays；　and　is　willing　to　love　prudently。　But　no　one　cares　about　Mrs。　Denning。　She　is　quite　oldforty…five；　I　dare　say；　and　she　is　stout；　and　does　not　wear　the　colors　and　style　she　ought　to　wearnone　of　her　things　have　the　right　‘look；'　and　of　course　I　cannot　advise　a　matron。　Then；　her　fine　English　servants　take　her　house　out　of　her　hands。　She　is　afraid　of　them。　The　butler　suavely　tries　to　inform　her；　the　housekeeper　removed　the　white　crotcheted　scarfs　and　things　from　the　gilded　chairs；　and　I　am　sure　Mrs。　Denning　had　a　heartache　about　their　loss；　but　she　saw　that　they　had　also　vanished　from　Dora's　parlor；　so　she　took　the　hint；　and　accepted　the　lesson。　Really；　her　humility　and　isolation　are　pitiful。　I　am　going　to　ask　grandmother　to　go　and　see　her。　Grandmother　might　take　her　to　church；　and　get　Dr。　Simpson　and　Mrs。　Simpson　to　introduce　her。　Her　money　and　adaptability　would　do　the　rest。　There；　I　have　had　a　good　breakfast；　though　I　was　late。　It　is　not　always　the　early　bird　that　gets　chicken　and　mushrooms。　Now　I　will　go　and　see　what　Dora　wants〃and　lifting　her　furs　with　a　smile；　and　a　〃Good　morning！〃　equally　charming；　she　disappeared。

〃Did　you　notice　her　voice；　Ruth？〃　asked　Judge　Rawdon。　What　a　tone　there　is　in　her　‘good　morning！'〃

〃There　is　a　tone　in　every　one's　good　morning；　Edward。　I　think　people's　salutations　set　to　music　would　reveal　their　inmost　character。　Ethel's　good　morning　says　in　D　major　‘How　good　is　the　day！'　and　her　good　night　drops　into　the　minor　third；　and　says　pensively　‘How　sweet　is　the　night！'〃

〃Nay；　Ruth；　I　don't　understand　all　that；　but　I　do　understand　the　voice。　It　goes　straight　to　my　heart。〃

〃And　to　my　heart　also；　Edward。　I　think　too　there　is　a　measured　music；　a　central　time　and　tune；　in　every　life。　Quick；　melodious　natures　like　Ethel's　never　wander　far　from　their　keynote；　and　are　therefore　joyously　set；　while　slow；　irresolute　people　deviate　far；　and　only　come　back　after　painful　dissonances　and　frequent　changes。〃

〃You　are　generally　right；　Ruth；　even　where　I　cannot　follow　you。　I　hope　Ethel　will　be　home　for　dinner。　I　like　my　Sunday　dinner　with　both　of　you；　and　I　may　bring　my　mother　back　with　me。〃

Then　he　said　〃Good　morning〃　with　an　intentional　cheerfulness；　and　Ruth　was　left　alone　with　her　book。　She　gave　a　moment's　thought　to　the　value　of　good　example；　and　then　with　a　sigh　of　content　let　her　eyes　rest　on　the　words　Ethel's　presence　had　for　awhile　silenced：

〃I　am　filled　with　a　sense　of　sweetness　and　wonder　that　such；　little　things　can　make　a　mortal　so　exceedingly　rich。　But　I　confess　that　the　chiefest　of　all　my　delights　is　still　the　religious。〃　（Theodore　Parker。）　She　read　the　words　again；　then　closed　her　eyes　and　let　the　honey　of　some　sacred　memory　satisfy　her　soul。　And　in　those　few　minutes　of　reverie；　Ruth　Bayard　revealed　the　keynote　of　her　being。　Wanderings　from　it；　caused　by　the　exigencies　and　duties　of　life；　frequently　occurred；　but　she　quickly　returned　to　its　central　and　controlling　harmony；　and　her　serenity　and　poise　were　therefore　as　natural　as　was　her　niece's　joyousness　and　hope。　Nor　was　her　religious　character　the　result　of　temperament；　or　of　a　secluded　life。　Ruth　Bayard　was　a　woman　of　thought　and　culture；　and　wise　in　the　ways　of　the　world；　but　not　worldly。　Her　personality　was　very　attractive；　she　had　a　good　form；　an　agreeable　face；　speaking　gray　eyes；　and　brown　hair；　soft　and　naturally　wavy。　She　was　a　distant　cousin　of　Ethel's　mother；　but　had　been　brought　up　with　her　in　the　same　household；　and　always　regarded　her　as　a　sister；　and　Ethel　never　remembered　that　she　was　only　her　aunt　by　adoption。　Ten　years　older　than　her　niece；　she　had　mothered　her　with　a　wise　and　loving　patience；　and　her　thoughts　never　wandered　long　or　far　from　the　girl。　Consequently；　she　soon　found　herself　wondering　what　reason　there　could　be　for　Dora　Denning's　urgency。

In　the　meantime　Ethel　had　reached　her　friend's　residence　a　new　building　of　unusual　size　and　very　ornate　architecture。　Liveried　footmen　and　waiting　women　bowed　her　with　mute　attention　to　Miss　Denning's　suite；　an　absolutely　private　arrangement　of　five　rooms；　marvelously　furnished　for　the　young　lady's　comfort　and　delight。　The　windows　of　her　parlor　overlooked　the　park；　and　she　was　standing　at　one　of　them　as　Ethel　entered　the　room。　In　a　passion　of　welcoming　gladness　she　turned　to　her；　exclaiming：　〃I　have　been　watching　for　you　hours　and　hours；　Ethel。　I　have　the　most　wonderful　thing　to　tell　you。　I　am　so　happy！　So　happy！　No　one　was　ever　as　happy　as　I　am。〃

Then　Ethel　took　both　her　hands；　and；　as　they　stood　together；　she　looked　intently　at　her　friend。　Some　new　charm　transfigured　her　face；　for　her　dark；　gazelle　eyes　were　not　more　lambent　than　her　cheeks；　though　in　a　different　way；　while　her　black　hair　in　its　picturesquely　arranged　disorder　seemed　instinct　with　life；　and　hardly　to　be　restrained。　She　was　constantly　pushing　it　back；　caressing　or　arranging　it；　and　her　white；　slender　fingers；　sparkling　with　jewels；　moved　among　the　crimped　and　wavy　locks；　as　if　there　was　an　intelligent　sympathy　between　them。

〃How　beautiful　you　are　to…day；　Dora！　Who　has　worked　wonders　on　you？〃

〃Basil　Stanhope。　He　loves　me！　He　loves　me！　He　told　me　so　last　nightin　the　sweetest　words　that　were　ever　uttered。　I　shall　never　forget　one　of　themnever；　as　long　as　I　live！　Let　us　sit　down。　I　want　to　tell　you　everything。〃

〃I　am　astonished；　Dora！〃

〃So　was　mother；　and　father；　and　Bryce。　No　one　suspected　our　affection。　Mother　used　to　grumble　about　my　going　‘at　all　hours'　to　St。　Jude's　church；　but　that　was　because　St。　Jude's　is　so　very　High　Church；　and　mother　is　a　Methodist　Episcopal。　It　was　the　morning　and　evening　prayers　she　objected　to。　No　one　had　any　suspicion　of　the　clergyman。　Oh；　Ethel；　he　is　so　handsome！　So　good！　So　clever！　I　think　every　woman　in　the　church　is　in　love　with　him。〃

〃Then　if　he　is　a　good　man；　he　must　be　very　unhappy。〃

〃Of　course　he　is　quite　ignorant　o