margaret's radiant happiness in the discovery she made on the very day after the party, that she was embarked on the wonderful passage to motherhood, fraught with its strangely mingled suffering and bliss, was somewhat tempered by the consciousness that the coming child would have to be a leitzel; there was no escaping that catastrophe. she tried to persuade herself that the leitzel characteristics, if properly educated, might not be so very lamentable; but her deep-down conviction that her child ran the risk of inheriting a small, mean soul gave her no little anxiety and self-reproach.
"my penalty for trying to compromise with life's austerities!" she grimly told herself with sad misgiving.
her husband's joy and pride in the prospect of being a father consoled her somewhat, it was so human and normal of him; though even here the taint of greed entered in, he was so inordinately pleased that his money would not have to be left to hiram's children.
indeed, during the earlier weeks of her pregnancy, margaret tried hard to keep her mind off the topics discussed in the bosom of the family, so fearful was she of the effect, upon her child, of her own recoil from the leitzel view of life.
she found that they never would get done talking about the cost of that party; it was evidently going to occupy them for the rest of their mortal lives. the worst of it was they so insisted upon impressing it upon her.
"hiram never spent that much for a party for his lizzie, and she brought her husband thirty thousand dollars. it ain't many husbands that would so spend for a wife that—well, don't you think, too, margaret, that danny's awful generous considering?"
"considering what, jennie?"
"ach, margaret, don't be so dumb! considering you ain't got anything."
"oh, yes, i have something—youth and health and intelligence and good temper. i'm a prize. daniel thinks so."
"but you see," interposed sadie, "our danny could have had any of our rich town girls here."
"and yet preferred me. his good taste. the only instance of it i've ever noticed."
she knew the puzzled despair of her husband's sisters over their inability to make her humbly grateful for that she, a penniless bride, had been "chosen" by their brother. but that she should fail to appreciate the expenditure for the party given in her honour was too much.
"why, danny's bills come to three hundred dollars yet!" jennie told her with heat. "and sadie ain't well yet from over-eating that rich supper we had that night off of the philadelphia caterer!"
"yes, i feel it yet," said sadie plaintively. "just to think, margaret, that danny spent three hundred dollars for the party for you!"
"did he get off so easily as that? the flowers were so abundant and the supper so nice, i would have supposed they would have cost more than that, if i had thought about the cost."
"well, why didn't you think about the cost, when it was all for you?"
"i didn't think about it, my dears, because the cost of things doesn't interest me; i have so many more interesting things to think about. this, for instance," she said, holding up the dainty baby dress on which she had been sewing as they all sat together in the sitting-room, awaiting daniel's coming home to his noon dinner.
"but it's a wife's place to——"
daniel's entrance cut short jennie's admonitions. the dinner-table talk, however, scarcely relieved the tension on margaret's nerves.
daniel was always expansive as to his business "deals" when he felt complacent, and to-day his state of mind was one of unusual satisfaction, for just before dinner margaret had displayed to him (surreptitiously, to spare the virgin squeamishness of jennie and sadie) the baby things upon which she had been working, and his delight in them was like unto that of a woman. he was therefore talkative and confidential over his roast beef.
"well, margaret, you can be proud of the way your husband upholds christian principles in this community. i received in my morning's mail a letter from the board of managers of the y.w.c.a. thanking me for the stand i took at the meeting yesterday afternoon of the stockholders of the country club on the question of sunday sports. some of the men want tennis and golf allowed on sunday, but i stand for the sanctity of the sabbath, and i wouldn't give in one inch. i'm the biggest stockholder of the club and they can't go against my vote in anything. i may say i rule the country club. one fellow, abe meyers, got up and declared he'd organize a new country club before he'd 'submit to the tyranny of one hidebound pharisee!' what do you think of that?" chuckled daniel. "'the tyranny of one hidebound pharisee!' sour grapes, of course. he hasn't the cash or the influence to organize another club. i told them that so long as i was a member of that club, the sanctity of the sabbath should be preserved. golf and tennis six days of the week, but on the sabbath, no sports; and i said i knew i had behind me the support of our christian community. you see, margaret, if i withdrew, the club couldn't go on."
"that very fact," said margaret, her voice rather weak, "ought, i should think, make you unwilling to impose your theories upon the other members. noblesse oblige, you know."
but daniel was incapable of seeing this point of view.
"the evening papers," he continued, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, "will give a full account of the meeting yesterday and publish, also, the letter of thanks sent to me by the y.w.c.a. i handed that letter to a reporter of the intelligencer. you'll see it in to-night's paper, margaret."
"oh!" breathed jennie and sadie, awe and admiration in their tones, and worship in the glances sent across the table to daniel. "here, emmy," jennie ordered the maid, "don't you see mr. danny's milk glass is empty? fill it up. do you like these pickles, danny? they're the first i opened yet."
"they're of just precisely the degree of sourness i like," daniel nodded approvingly.
"danny's so much for sour," jennie informed margaret. "yes, you took notice already, i guess, how he eats sour all the time at his meals, even up to his pie. i have to put up a lot of pickles and chili sauce and chow-chow for him. ain't, danny? and he says no one's sour tastes so good to him as what mine does. i don't know what he would do," she said in consternation, "if i was taken and he couldn't have his sour any more."
"there's heinz's fifty-seven varieties," said margaret.
"heinz!" scoffed jennie. "our danny eat that heinz stuff, used as he is to good home-made sour! well, margaret, you don't mean to tell me you'd feed that to our danny! i'd turn in my grave!"
"i'd 'feed him' heinz's fifty-seven varieties and tell him i'd made them myself; a plan, you see, which would make daniel happy while it saved my time and energies for something more useful than pickles."
"you'd deceive him?" exclaimed sadie, scandalized. "tell a lie to your own husband yet!"
"is a lie ever justifiable?" asked margaret ponderously. "history and psychology answer, yes; to the insane, the nervously distorted, and to spoiled and pampered men creatures."
"well, you'd have a hard time fooling our danny! he ain't so easy fooled. a good thing he's got us to look after him if you wouldn't even put up sour for him!"
"now i begin to see," said margaret, "that the man, heinz, creator of 'sour,' is a human benefactor and should have a noble monument erected to him by put-upon wives. i'll start the movement."
"a stroke of luck," daniel here broke into the dispute, "came to me to-day. you remember, margaret, the leather store on the corner of third and prince streets?"
"yes."
"danny owns near that whole block," jennie quickly informed her, though margaret's persistent indifference to such facts was a constant irritation to her and sadie.
"i've been getting one hundred dollars a month rent for that store," daniel stated, while his sisters listened breathlessly to such fascinating statistics. "three months ago, george trout, the renter, came to me and said he'd have to have more storeroom for his growing business and wanted me to extend the room back into the lot. he laid it off to me how i ought to do this for him because he had rented that room from me for the past fifteen years and had never been a day late with his rent, not even when i had suddenly and unexpectedly raised his rent two years ago from seventy-five to one hundred dollars a month; and he argued that he himself had paid for the repairs and the upkeep of his storeroom for the past eight years; that his successful leather shop had increased the value of my property; and that i certainly owed it to him to extend the floor space. well, i simply told him that if the place was too small for him, he was perfectly welcome to move; that i certainly wouldn't incur the expense of enlarging the store when i could so easily rent it any time as it was. he argued and fussed 'round my office and said he'd been my faithful tenant for fifteen years and i had never done a thing for him and that i knew perfectly well he couldn't move his business, for there wasn't another vacant storeroom in the town in a location that wouldn't kill his business dead. yes, i said i knew that all right. 'and,' said he, 'i absolutely require more floor space.' 'yes, i know that, too,' i said, 'but it's no concern of mine; i have no stock in your business, mr. trout. i'm your landlord, and you know business is always strictly business with me. i can rent that storeroom the very hour you move out of it.' he tried to tell me again about his keeping up the repairs, but i cut that short and said he'd got my answer and now i was busy. well, i certainly was amused to see how mad he looked as he flung himself out of my office. but," said daniel, his eyes narrowing to the look of cunning from which margaret was learning to wince as from a touch on a bared nerve, "the affair has turned out just as i foresaw it would! that's the secret of my success, margaret, as jennie and sadie can tell you. i look at every proposition, no matter how small a one, to find in it the main chance—the chance for me. i saw there'd be only one thing for trout to do: enlarge the store at his own expense. no more than right that he should. no least reason why i should do it."
"of course not!" exclaimed jennie and sadie in one breath, while margaret, looking rather wan, did not raise her eyes from her plate, for the self-complacency of her husband's countenance, as he told his yarn, was more than she could stand.
"so, last week," daniel went on, "when the changes in the storeroom were completed, i went in and took a look around. trout spent about eight hundred dollars on the job. of course this enlargement increases the value of the property and demands higher rent. so, yesterday," daniel smiled, "i notified him that his rent was raised twenty-five dollars a month. he came storming into my office and said the bills for the repairs should be sent to me. i pointed out to him that i couldn't be held legally responsible for them, as i had not had them made; and that he could take his choice: pay the increased rent or get out. well, you see, there was nothing else for him to do but pay the higher rent. anything else spelt ruin for him. he knew that as well as i did. he had to swallow the pill," grinned daniel, "though it did go down hard! yes, that's the way i turn things, even little things, right around to my profit, margaret. pretty cute, isn't it?"
"if i were mr. trout," margaret returned, looking white, "i'd set fire to your damned store and burn it to the ground!"
there was an instant's silent, awful consternation, when margaret suddenly laid down her napkin and rushed from the room, every nerve in her sick and quivering with the physical and moral disgust she felt.
margaret suddenly laid down her napkin and rushed from the room, every nerve in her sick and quivering with the physical and moral disgust she felt
margaret suddenly laid down her napkin and rushed from the room, every nerve in her sick and quivering with the physical and moral disgust she felt
when before returning to his office daniel went to their bedroom, where margaret, weak and despairing, lay prone upon the bed, he found the door locked against him.
"i insist upon coming in, margaret!"
"go away!" she faintly called.
"open the door!" he commanded.
"i won't! i can't! i don't dare to! i'm dangerous! go away from me!"
"get up and open this door!"
"if i did, i'd—i'd scratch you! keep away from me!"
daniel telephoned for the doctor.
"my gracious!" exclaimed jennie, as they all awaited the coming of the physician in the sitting-room, "hiram's lizzie never carried on like this when she was expecting!"
"no, she certainly didn't," echoed sadie; "for all she might have had a little more right to; while margaret, here, coming to danny without nothing at all, up and sasses him like what she did at dinner yet! don't it wonder you?"
daniel, lounging in his own big chair before the fire, pouted like a thwarted, spoiled child.
"what got into her, anyhow, to act so hystericky all of a sudden?" sadie speculated.
"saying she'd set fire to danny's store!" exclaimed jennie indignantly. "and swearing yet! my gracious!"
"it certainly does, now, beat all!" said sadie mournfully.
"i certainly didn't think she'd turn out like this!" scolded jennie. "you hadn't ought to have picked out a wife, danny, without me looking her over for you first."
"i can't do anything with her!" snapped daniel spitefully. "nothing i can say will make her stop running with catherine hamilton. she tells me to my face she won't give her up. and she won't, either!"
"och, danny, i wouldn't take it off of her!" said jennie harshly.
"well, what can a man do?" he fretfully demanded.
"discharge miss hamilton."
"she's invaluable to me. she's in my confidence in a business way. i can't discharge her. it wouldn't matter to her anyway. every lawyer in town that has any practice would like to employ her. what i'm afraid of is that she'll resign. oh, if she were afraid of losing her job, then i could easily fix margaret!"
"it looks, danny, as if margaret took up with your clerk just to spite and worry you; for what else would she run with her for?"
"well, if you'd hear them talking together once!" daniel sullenly responded.
"well, if we did?" questioned jennie curiously.
"you wouldn't understand a word they were saying!" snapped her brother.
"do they talk so dumb?" asked sadie wonderingly.
"they seem to think it means something—the stuff they get off to each other!"
"it certainly does spite me, danny," said jennie with sympathetic indignation, "to have your wife use you like this! and when i think how you could have married most anybody!"
"here comes the doctor," announced sadie. "supposing she won't leave him in her room?"
"och, but that would make talk!" exclaimed jennie. "i'll go up and tell her she has to open!"
margaret, meantime, her sudden gust of passion subsided, realized how foolishly she was acting.
"i can't say i didn't marry him with my eyes open," she prodded herself. "i have no right to scorn him and fly out at him. i see that well enough, alas! i owe him everything i can reasonably give him to make up for my lack of love."
her sense of her obligation to daniel did not, however, and never could, include the denial of such fundamental principles as her friendship with catherine hamilton, or her own personal freedom in so far as it did not clash with his just rights.
margaret was not so stupid as to suppose for a moment that she could, by any utmost effort on her part, lead daniel to see a case like that of george trout's store rent as she saw it. that he could flaunt and boast of such "deals" proved him too hopelessly obsessed.
"if he were ashamed of it and tried to hide it, there might be some hope of redeeming him. as it is, i certainly shan't waste myself in any such futile endeavour. but if i outlive daniel, i shall pay to george trout or his heirs that eight hundred dollars on the very day that i get possession of my widow's third. or, if i have a son, he shall discharge that debt!"
however, by the time jennie knocked on her door demanding admission for the doctor, she was in a sufficiently chastened frame of mind to receive both him and her husband with all the outward semblance of a dutifully happy wife.
