Part 2 (2/2)

It was but a moment, but that moment was the bitterest of his whole life. He knew better than anyone else that this was probably the beginning of financial misfortune, for a very important transaction was even now pending that he feared would take his all. As a merchant he had an honorable reputation and position, but this unfortunate speculation would ruin him. Failure seemed inevitable. But he hoped to save enough to pay every debt and still be able to live, even though in a modest way. Now he would not even get his insurance on his house, for in his financial embarra.s.sment he had failed to renew his policy, which had expired but few days before. He would now have little besides this spot, this beautiful hill. Yes, it was valuable, and in time could be sold for what it was worth, but not now, and in the meantime what should he do?

How would Marion take it? Why had he not told her before he went away?

But he had known it himself only a few days.

”Oh, my dear wife, would that we could commence life as we did when we were first married!” he groaned.

His mind went back to the past. He looked again into her sweet, girlish face, into her clear, earnest eyes. He remembered how they had both desired to live a religious life, how he, having been brought up in a religious home, undertook in vain to explain the Bible where it was dark and unreasonable to her. He remembered how fruitlessly she had tried to be converted, and that he had found even through her earnest seeking that he had naught but the letter of religion and was also as helpless as to the manner of salvation. And then they had given up trying. She sought, for a while, to satisfy herself by doing for others, giving her time and energy to the poor that found her out and besieged her for favors, while he had been satisfied to let religion alone and believe with the majority concerning the doctrines and dogmas.

As the years went on, and prosperity came to them, he had grown more and more indifferent, and finally, when they moved away from their early home and entered a new city, they had begun a new life, as it were.

He remembered, regretfully, that she had entered the compet.i.tive ranks of society, at his wish at first, because he thought it would add to his popularity as a merchant and increase the number and quality of his customers. Too well he remembered that the elegant parties and party costumes were first his own instigation, and now that these were likely to be taken away, he felt responsible for her happiness, and had a secret misgiving, born of his early religious training perhaps, of retribution and judgment. He hoped indeed that she would be able to rise above circ.u.mstances, but he was utterly at a loss to know how she would take it, for although he knew that deep down in her heart were still traces of the early longings, he felt vaguely there was no way to satisfy them any more now than in the past, and probably they would only increase the difficulty of finding happiness.

John Hayden was kind-hearted and upright in all his ways, strictly honest and conscientious, but apt to be a little one-sided in his judgments, simply because, as a rule, he reasoned from one standpoint, thought in one groove. He had never considered the questions from this point of view, and therefore they were seriously perplexing. Like many another he lived within his own world, and knew naught of any other. In the later years of their married life he and Marion had grown a little apart in the closest confidences, but it was caused by circ.u.mstances more than anything else, and notwithstanding the present misery he was sure of her love.

”Poor girl, I must hasten back to her,” he murmured, as he rose from his uncomfortable position. ”After all, I can thank G.o.d for my family, my health, my honor, for no matter how much _we_ may suffer, no one else shall suffer through me.”

There was a little pang at the thought of the privations in possible store for the family through him, but he had resolved to make the best of circ.u.mstances and be brave as possible. Once more he looked over the scene, but there were only dim black shadows in the starlight, and he went down toward the twinkling lights of the city below.

CHAPTER IV.

”Society is like a piece of frozen water; and skating well the great art of social life.”--_Let.i.tia Elizabeth Landon._

”Too bad about Hayden, isn't it?” said one business man to another after the crash came.

”Yes, I am sorry for him, but he is coming out honorably, and I hope he'll commence again before long.”

”Well, he is made of the right stuff if he did make one mistake, and I guess he will never make the same blunder again. Too bad though about his house. No insurance at all, and that was a magnificent property.”

”Indeed it was, and I hope for his wife's sake he can sell the lot and get another home for her.”

”Can't do it now though--real estate is too low for any use in Hampton.”

”Yes, that's so. The only way is to mortgage, and that seems a pity in this case--” and they pa.s.sed on out of hearing.

John Hayden, standing within the doorway of the open store, had overheard the remarks, and while they pained, they cheered him. From that moment his resolve was taken, and as soon as everything was honorably settled he applied for credit of his old friends in the wholesale houses and they gladly gave it, for his reputation was unimpeachable.

Then he rented a modest little store and began anew.

Mrs. Hayden lay sick seven weeks, and arose a weak and nervous invalid, ”doomed to carry a still limb all her life,” the physicians said. They could not discover why her limb was stiff, but there was no help for it.

How did she bear the change in her life and circ.u.mstances? When her husband told her, she just put her arms around his neck and whispered; ”All right, John, I shall do the best I can to help you bear it.” And from that moment they began life again. She did not even complain when they were obliged to move into a small cottage in the suburbs, but it was hard for her to be ignored and forgotten by the elegant social world, where she had so recently been an acknowledged leader.

Alas! she had no sugar plums for society now, so it soon forgot her existence. There were, however, some exceptions among her former friends, and she was glad to welcome among her few visitors, Kate Turner and Grace Hall, who had grown to love Mrs. Hayden more than they would have thought possible when she seemed so high above them in the social scale.

”She is turning out a saint rather than a sinner,” said Kate one evening, as they were discussing the Haydens and recalled the conversation of the night of the party.

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