The Desired Woman(Fiscle Part-3 Of 2) - Will N. Harben (books to read romance TXT) 📗
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Dick, I Hate Her--From The Bottom Of My Soul, I Despise Her, And She
Knows It. Whenever I Pass Her She Takes Pains To Sneer At Me. For One
Thing, I Hate Her For The Way She Is Treating You And Your Child.
Dick, That Boy Is The Sweetest, Prettiest Creature I Ever Saw, And Not
A Bit Like Her. One Day I Passed Your House When He Happened To Be
Playing Outside The Gate. His Nurse Neglects Him. Automobiles Were
Passing, And I Was Afraid He Might Get Run Over. No One Was In Sight,
And So I Stopped And Warned Him. I Fell In Love With The Little
Darling. Oh, He Is So Much Like You; Every Motion, Every Look, Every
Tone Of Voice Is Yours Over And Over! He Took My Hand And Thanked Me
Like A Little Gentleman. I Stooped Down And Kissed Him. I Couldn't
Help It, Dick. I Have Always Loved Children. I Went Further--The Very
Devil Must Have Been In Me That Day. I Asked Him Which He Loved More,
You Or His Mother. He Looked At Me As If Surprised That Any One Should
Ask Such A Question, And Do You Know What He Answered?"
"I Can't Imagine," Mostyn Replied. "He Is So Young That--"
"Dick, He Said: 'Why, Daddy, Of Course. Daddy Is Good To Me.'"
A Subtle Force Rising From Within Seized Mostyn And Shook Him Sharply.
He Made An Effort To Meet The Frank Eyes Bent Upon Him, But Failed. He
Started To Speak, But Ended By Saying Nothing.
"Yes, I Hate Her," Marie Went On. "I Hate Her For The Way She Is
Acting."
"The Way She Is Acting?" The Echo Was A Faint, Undecided One, And
Mostyn's Eyes Groped Back To The Wayward Face At His Side. "Yes, And
It Is Town Talk," Marie Went On. "You Know People In The Lower And
Part 2 Chapter 5 Pg 25Middle Classes Will Gossip About You Lucky High-Flyers. They Know
Every Bit As Much About What Is Going On In Your Set As You Do. They
Can't Have The Fun You Have, So They Take Pleasure In Riddling Your
Characters Or Talking About Those Already Riddled. Dick, Your Wife's
Affair With Andy Buckton Is Mentioned Oftener Than The Weather. People
Say He Always Loved Her And, Now That He Is Rich And Rolling High,
That He Is Winning Out. Many Sporting People That I Know Glory In His
'Spunk,' As They Call It. They Are Counting On A Divorce As A Sure
Thing."
"Can They Actually Believe That--" Mostyn's Voice Failed Him; But The
Woman Must Have Read His Thought, For She Said, Quickly:
"Don't Ask Me What They Think. I Know What _I_ Think, And I'll Bet I
Know Her Through And Through. She Is Reckless To The Point Of Doing
Anything On Earth That Will Amuse Her. She Is So Badly Spoiled She Is
Rotten. I Know How You Are Fixed--Oh, I Know! You Can't Kill Him; You
Don't Love Her Enough For That; And Besides, You Know You Can't Prove
Anything Serious Against Her. Her Married Women Friends Go About With
Men, And For You To Object Would Only Make You Ridiculous. They Sneer
At Women Like Me, I Know; But Lord, They Can't Criticize Me! I Am
Myself, That's All. I Can Be A Friend, And I Can Be An Enemy. I Want
To Be Your Friend, Dick."
"My Friend?" He Repeated, With An Inaudible Sigh Drawn From The
Seething Reservoir Of His Gloom.
"Yes, And Not Only That, But I Want To Give You Some Good, Solid
Advice."
"Oh, You Do?" He Forced A Smile Of Bland Incredulity.
"I Will Tell You What Is The Matter With You, And How To Get Out Of
It. Dick, You Have Let This Thing Get On Your Nerves, And It Is
Hurrying You To The Grave Or The Mad-House. I Know You Well Enough To
Know That It Is On Your Mind Day And Night. Now, There Is One Royal
Road, And If You'll Take It The Whole Dirty Business Will Slip Off Of
You Like Water Off A Duck's Back."
"What Is That Road, Marie?" He Asked, Affecting A Lighter Mood Than He
Felt.
"Why, It Is Simply To Do As They Are Doing. Plunge In And Have A Good
Time. You Made All The Money You Ever Made When You Were Living The
Life Of A Red-Blooded, Natural Man. Marrying That Woman Has Given You
Cold Feet, And She Knows It. Forget It All. Sail In And Be Glad You
Are Alive. Look At Me. Things Have Happened To Me That Would Have
Finished Many A Woman, But I Took A Cocktail, Won A Game Of Poker, And
Was As Chipper As If Nothing Out Of The Way Had Happened."
"You Don't Understand, Marie," He Said, With A Bare Touch Of His Old
Reckless Elation. "That May Be All Right For You, But--"
"Piffle! Dick, You Are The Limit. I Can Turn You Square About And Make
Part 2 Chapter 5 Pg 26You See Straight. Think Things Are Bad, And They Will Be So. Your Wife
And Her Fellow Are Having A Good Time; Why Shouldn't You? People Who
Used To Admire You Think You Are A Silly Chump, But They Will Come
Back To You If You Show Them That You Are In The Game Yourself. I Like
You, Dick--I Always Have, Better Than Any Other Man I Know. Come To
See Me To-Night, And Let's Talk It Over."
She Saw Him Wavering, And Laid Her Hand On His Arm And Smiled Up At
Him In Her Old Bewitching Way. Some Impulse Surging Up From The
Primitive Depths Of Himself Swayed Him Like A Reed In A Blast Of Wind.
He Touched The Gloved Hand With The Tips Of His Fingers. The Look
Beneath Her Sweeping Lashes Drew His Own And Held It In An Invisible
Embrace. He Pressed Her Hand.
"You Are A Good Girl, Marie," He Muttered, Huskily. "I Know You Want
To Help Me, But--"
"I Am Not Going To Take A Refusal, Dick. I Want To See You. I Want You
To Take The Bit In Your Teeth Again. Come To See Me To-Night. I'll
Have One Of Our Old Spreads In My Little Dining-Room. I'll Sing And
Dance For You And Tell You The Funniest Story You Ever Heard. I Am
Going To Expect You."
There Was A Genuine Warmth Of Appeal In Her Face. In All His Knowledge
Of Her She Had Never Appeared To Such An Advantage. After All, Her
Argument Was Reasonable And Rational. A Titillating Sensation Suffused
His Being. In Fancy He Saw The Little Dining-Room, Which Adjoined Her
Boudoir; He Saw Her At The Piano, Her White Fingers Tripping, As In
The Old Days, Over The Keyboard; He Heard Her Singing One Of Her Gay
And Reckless Songs; He Saw Her Dainty Feet Tripping Through The Dance
He So Much Admired.
"You Are Coming, Dick," She Said, Confidently, Withdrawing Her Hand
And Raising Her Sunshade. "I Shall Expect You By Nine O'clock, Sharp.
I Won't Listen To A Refusal Or Excuse. I Shall Have No Other
Engagement."
He Hesitated, But She Laughed In His Face, Her Red Lips Parted In An
Entrancing Smile. He Caught A Whiff Of Her Favorite Perfume, And His
Hot Brain Absorbed It Like A Delicious Intoxicant.
"I Know You Of Old, Dick Mostyn. You Used To Say Now And Then That You
Had Business That Would Keep You Away, But You Never Failed To Come
When You Knew _Positively That I Was Waiting._ I Am Going To Wait To-
Night, And If I Don't Make A New Man Of You I'll Confess That I Am
A Failure."
"I Really Can't Promise." He Was Looking Back Toward The Smoke-Clouded
City, At The Gray Dome Of The State Capitol. "I May Come, And I May
Not, Marie. I Can't Tell. If I Shouldn't, You Must Forgive Me. It Is
Kind Of You To Want To Help Me, And I Appreciate It."
"You Are Coming, Dick; That Settles It." She Smiled Confidently. "Huh!
As If I Didn't Know You! You Are The Same Dear, Old Chap, Ridden To
Part 2 Chapter 5 Pg 27Death With Silly Fancies. Now, I'm Going To Run Back And Speak To
Mary. I Forgot Something. She Is All Right. She Won't Talk Even If She
Recognized You, Which Is Doubtful, For She Is A Stranger Here."
Turning, He Walked Back Toward The City. Already He Was In A Different
Mood; His Step Was More Active; All Of His Senses Were Alert; His
Blood Surged Through His Veins As If Propelled By A New Force. He Saw
Some Vacant Lots Across The Street Advertised For Sale By A Real
Estate-Agent, And Found Himself Calculating On The City's Prospective
Growth In That Direction. It Might Be Worth His While To Inquire The
Price, For He Had Made Money In Transactions Of That Sort.
Returning To The Bank, He Found That The Activity Of The Clerks And
Typewriters Did Not Jar On Him As It Had Been Doing Of Late. He Paused
At Saunders's Desk And Made A Cheerful And Oddly Self-Confident
Inquiry As To The Disposition Of A Certain Customer's Account,
Surprising His Partner By His Altered Manner.
In His Office, Smoking A Good Cigar, He Found A New Interest In The
Letters And Documents Left There For His Consideration. After All,
Life _Was_ A Game. Even The Early Red Men Had Their Sport. Modern
Routine Work Without Diversion Was A Treadmill, Prisonlike Existence.
Delbridge Was The Happy Medium. The Jovial Speculator Had Never Heard
Of Such A Fine-Spun Thing As A Conscience. What If Irene And Buckton
Were Having Their Fun; Could He Not Also Enjoy Himself? If The Worst
Came, Surely A Man Of The World, A Stoical Thoroughbred, Who Was
Willing To Give And Take A Matrimonial Joke Would Appear Less
Ridiculous In The Public Eye Than An Overgrown Crier Over Spilt Milk.
How Queer That He Had Waited For Marie Winship To Open His Eyes To
Such A Patent Fact!
All The Remainder Of The Day He Was Buoyed Up By This Impulse. A Man
Came In To See Him About Buying A New Automobile, And He Made An
Appointment With Him To Test The Machine The Next Morning. It Was Said
To Be Better And Higher-Priced Than Buckton's. He Might Buy It. He
Might Openly Ride Out With Marie. That Would Be Taking The Bull
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