The Desired Woman(Fiscle Part-3 Of 2) - Will N. Harben (books to read romance TXT) 📗
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Five Years Passed. Again It Was Summer. Mostyn With His Wife And His
Only Child, Richard, Jr., Lived In The Mitchell Mansion, Which, Save
For A New Coat Of Paint, Was Unchanged. Mostyn Himself Was
Considerably Altered In Appearance. There Were Deeper Lines In His
Face; He Was Thinner, More Given To Nervousness And Loss Of Sleep; His
Hair Was Turning Gray; He Had Been Told By His Doctor That He Worried
Too Much And That He Must Check The Tendency.
Things Had Not Gone In His Married Life As The Financier Had Wished.
One Of The Most Objectionable Was The Unexpected Change In His Father-
In-Law, Who Had Lapsed Quite Abruptly Into Troublesome Dotage. From A
Shrewd Business Man Old Mitchell Had Become A Querulous Child, Subject
To Fits Of Suspicion And Violent Outbursts Of Anger. At The Most
Embarrassing Moments He Would Totter Into The Bank, Approach His Son-
In-Law, And Insist On Talking Over Matters Which He Was Quite
Incapable Of Seeing In A Rational Light. Mostyn Had Tried To Deal With
Him Firmly, Only To Bring Down A Torrent Of Half-Wild Threats As To
What The Old Man Would Do In Regard To Certain Investments The Two
Held In Common. Indeed, It Was Plain To Many That Mitchell Had Formed
An Intuitive Dislike For His Son-In-Law, Which, Somehow, Was Not
Lessened By His Great Love For His Grandson.
Saunders Became A Genial Sort Of Escape-Valve For The Old Man's
Endless Chatter And Complaint, Doing All In His Power To Pacify Him,
Though It Required No Little Time And Energy.
One Warm Day In The Present June Mitchell Came To The Bank, And,
Frowning Angrily, He Went Into Mostyn's Office, Where His Son-In-Law
Sat Absorbed Over Some Intricate Calculations In Percentage.
"Huh!" He Sniffed. "Your Nigger Porter Told Me You Were Too Busy To
See Me. If He Hadn't Dodged I'd Have Hit The Whelp With This Cane,
Part 2 Chapter 1 Pg 2Sir. Busy! I Say Busy! If It Hadn't Been For Me And My Money I'd Like
To Know Where You'd Be To-Day. I Guess You Wouldn't Run Long."
Flushing With Combined Anger And Sensitive Shame, Mostyn Put His
Papers Aside And Rose.
"Sit Down, And Rest," He Said. "Albert Meant No Harm. I Told Him That
I Had Some Important Work To Do And That I Did Not Want To Be
Disturbed Just Now; But, Of Course, I Had No Reference To _You._"
"Oh, I Know You Didn't!" Mitchell Sneered, His Chin And White Beard
Quivering. "I Know What Your Plan Is. I'm No Fool. You Are Handling My
Means, And You Are Afraid I'll Want To Know What You Have Done With
Them. I'll Have A Statement By Law--That's What I'll Do."
"You Really _Must_ Be Reasonable," Mostyn Said, Helplessly. "Only Last
Week I Explained It All In Detail In The Presence Of Saunders And
Wright, And You Were Quite Satisfied. You Ought To Know That We Can't
Go Over Such Matters Every Day. I Assure You That Everything Is In
Good Shape."
"Are You _Sure?_ That's What I Want To Know." The Harsh Expression In
Mitchell's Face Was Softening. "I--I Get To Worrying--I Admit It. You
And I Used To Get Along All Right, But You Never Consult Me Now As You
Used To Do. I'm Older Than You Are, But My Judgment Is Sound. I'm Not
Dead Yet, And I Won't Be Regarded That Way."
"I Know You Are All Right." Mostyn Smiled Pacifically. "Won't You Take
A Seat?"
"No, I'm Going Back Home. I Don't Like The Way Things Are Running
There, Either. Irene Is Never At Home, It Seems To Me, And My Grandson
Has Nobody To Look After Him But That Trifling Nurse. Irene Has Gone
To Some Fool Reception To-Day, And Says She And Kitty Are Going To A
Dance At Buckton's Country House To-Night. You May Call That Right And
Proper, Sir, But I Don't. The Way Married Couples Live To-Day Is An
Outrage On Common Decency. If You Had Any Backbone You'd Make Your
Wife Behave Herself. She Is More Of A Belle, Sir, Right Now Than
Before You Married Her. She Is Crazy For Excitement, And The Whole
Poker-Playing, Wine-Drinking Set She Goes With Is On The Road To
Perdition."
Laying His Hand On The Old Man's Arm Gently, Mostyn Led Him Toward The
Door. "Don't Let It Worry You," He Said. "The Boy Is Well And Sound,
And Irene Means No Harm. She Has Always Loved Society, And When We
Were Married It Was With The Understanding That She Should Not Be
Hampered."
"And That Is Right Where You Made The Mistake Of Your Life." Mitchell
Pulled Back From The Door. "The Way You And She Live Is Not Natural.
The Lord Never Intended It To Be So. You Know As Well As I Do That
Irene Used To Have A Silly Sort Of Liking Or Fancy For Andy Buckton."
Mostyn Nodded, His Eyes Averted. "Yes, Yes, Of Course," He Said,
Part 2 Chapter 1 Pg 3Hesitatingly. "She Told Me All About It At The Time, Quite Frankly."
"Well, You Know, I Presume, That His Uncle Left Him A Lot Of Money
When He Died The Other Day?"
"I Heard Something About It." Mostyn Bit His Lip In Vexation, As He
Reached Out For The Doorknob And Turned It Cautiously.
"Well, It Is True, And It Has Turned The Fool's Head; He Is Spending
It Like Water. He Is Giving A Big Blow-Out To-Night, And It Is All For
Your Wife, Sir--Your Wife."
Mostyn Made No Reply, Though His Face Looked Graver; The Sharp-Drawn
Lines About His Mouth Deepened.
"You Heard What I Said, Didn't You?" Mitchell Demanded.
"Yes, Of Course."
"Well, Let Me Tell You One Thing, And Then You Can Do As You Please
About It. I Am Not Going To Take Any Hand In It. Irene Has No Respect
For Me Or My Opinion Here Lately. She Gets Mad The Minute I Say A Word
To Her. Andy Buckton Is As Big A Fool About Her As He Ever Was. I Got
It Straight, From A Person Who Knows, That He Makes No Secret Of It.
And That Isn't All, Sir--That Isn't All. Irene Is Just Vain Enough Of
Her Good Looks To Like It. Le'me Tell You Something, Sir. This Town Is
Not Paris, And Our Country Is Not France, But That Fast Set Irene Runs
With Is Trying To Think So. They Read About The Four Hundred In New
York, Its Scandals And Divorces In High Life, And Think It Is Smart To
Imitate It. You Seem To Stay Out Of It, But What If You Do? Are You
Going To Sit Like A Knot On A Log And Have Them Say You Made A
Loveless Marriage For Money, And--"
"Stop!" Mostyn Flared Out. "I Won't Stand It. You Are Going Too Far!"
"Ah, I See You Can Be Touched," The Old Man Laughed, Putting His Hand
On Mostyn's Arm In His Most Senile Mood. "I Just Wanted To Set You
Thinking, That's All."
When Mitchell Was Gone The Banker Sat Down At His Work Again, But He
Could Not Put His Mind On It. He Fumbled The Papers Nervously. His
Brows Met In A Troubled Frown. "I Can't Stand Any More Of This," He
Thought. "He Is Driving Me Insane--The Man Does Not Live Who Could Put
Up With It Day After Day."
Going To The Door, He Asked One Of The Clerks To Send Saunders To Him
If He Was Quite Disengaged. A Moment Later His Partner Entered. The
Last Five Years Had Served Him Well. He Had Never Looked Better. His
Skin Was Clear, His Eyes Bright, His Movement Calm And Alert.
"Did You Want To See Me?" He Asked.
"If You Are Not Busy," Mostyn Replied.
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"Nothing To Do Just Now," Saunders Said, Sitting Down Near The Desk.
Mostyn Gave Him A Troubled Look. "The Old Man Has Just Left," He Said.
"I Thought I Recognized His Voice," Saunders Answered. "He Has A Way
Of Talking Quite Loud Of Late."
There Was A Pause, During Which Mostyn Continued To Stare With
Fluttering Lashes; Then He Said:
"He Is Giving Me A Great Deal Of Trouble, Saunders--A Great Deal."
"I See He Is; In Fact, All Of Us Have Noticed It."
"It Is Getting More And More Serious," Mostyn Sighed, Heavily. "You
See, It Is Not Only Here That He Talks. He Goes To The Other Banks And
To The Offices Of The Brokers And Chatters Like A Child About Our
Confidential Affairs. I Am Afraid He Will Do Us Absolute Financial
Injury. He Is Insanely Suspicious, And There Is No Telling What Report
He May Set Afloat."
"I Think Most Persons Understand His Condition," Saunders Returned.
"Delbridge Does, I Know. He Goes To See Delbridge Often. I See Your
Predicament And Sympathize With You. The Old Man Has Lost All His
Discretion, And You Really Cannot Afford To Confer With Him."
"The Trouble Is, He Has His Legal Rights," Mostyn Said, Tentatively,
"And The Slightest Thing May Turn Him Against Me. There Are Shyster
Lawyers Here Who Would Not Hesitate To Advise Him Wrongly. They Would
Get Their Fee, And That Is All They Would Want. As I Look At It The
Situation Is Serious, And Growing Worse."
"It Is Awkward, To Say The Least," Saunders Admitted, "And I Confess
That I Do Not Know What To Advise."
"Well, That Is All," Mostyn Concluded. "I Wanted To Speak To You About
It. He Upsets Me Every Time He Comes In, And He Is Quite As
Troublesome At Home, I Assure You. I Envy You, Old Chap, With Your
Care-Free Life, Spent Half In The Country. How Is Your Plantation?"
"Fine--Never Had Better Crops." Saunders's Eyes Kindled With Latent
Enthusiasm. "The Weather Has Been Just Right This Season. Run Up And
Spend Next Sunday With Me. It Will Do You Good. You Stay In Town Too
Much."
Mostyn Shrugged His Shoulders. He Sighed And Bowed His Head Over His
Papers. "Not This Season," He Said, As If His Thoughts Were Far Away.
Suddenly He Cast A Wavering Glance At His Partner, Hesitated, And
Said:
"I Have Always Wanted To Go Back Up There, Saunders. That Was One
Period Of My Life That Is Constantly Before Me. I May
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