The Danger Mark
tood on the Long Terrace to welcome a guest whose adve
ine?"-looking down through the trees at the lake below. "There are bass in it. Those things standing around under the oaks are only silly English fallow deer. Sorry I got 'em. What do you think of my house? It's merely a modern affair worked up to look old and colonial.... Yes,
ned young Mallett
argest fenced game-preserve in America! It's only
bath and f
want to try to catch a glimpse of a wild b
well scrubbed; otherwise, I'm merely crazy. T
d Duane instantly divined it, though his back
?" with a vigorous handshake. "Every time I see you you're th
vern. "You have a streak of cinder ac
t! I'm going. Wh
eturn the compliment by washing your fa
ace!" exclaimed Duane, de
's too late, with the sunlight on the trees
the tub," observed Duane. "Where's that ag
uared blocks of field stone. Scott motioned the servants aside and did the piloting himself up a broad st
"Dysart is in there takin
"I didn't know there was
I told her, but it was too late. Anyway, I didn't know she had no use for him. He's
ere?" asked Du
next day that I expected you, too, she got mad all over, and we had a lively talk-fest. Wh
... "It will be very interesting, I
And there's that stick of a Quest girl, and Bunbury Gray. Na?da came
w my sister w
e, counting Geraldine an
his chintz-hung quarters. "This is a pretty place you've given me. Where do you g
comes from Cloudy Lake, up there on that dome-shaped mountain. Here, stand here beside me, Duane, and you can see it from your window. That's the Gilded Dome-that big peak. It's in our park. There are a few elk on it, n
oom and locking the door. Then, lighting a cigarette, he strolled int
lie Dysart or the possible renewal of their hitherto slightly hazardous friendship
w it through his buttonhole, gave a last alluring twist to his tie, surveyed himself in the mirror, whistled a few bars, was perfectly s
him right; he bestowed upon her his most courtly thanks. She was unusually pret
re you by any fortunate chance
that she tho
ose rare occasions in a thankless world whe
corn-flower in his button-hole. At the turn by the window, where potted posies stood, he encountered Rosalie Dysart in cano
r hands with that impulsively unstudied gestu
always took wha
ning her with unfeigned admiration. "Tell me, Mrs. Dysart, a
c go to your head, Mr. Mallett." And she disengaged her hands, crossed them behind her, and smil
manners. I merely complimented her upon the
I don't mind. The things you do rather gracefully seem only
Did you know
, but I don't think anybody swooned
s always a delicate and perpetual challenge. There are such women. Over her golden-brown head th
" she
rnamental," he said, looking at her im
happen to me
enthusiasm, "you would have y
w moments ago upon that maid? I'm no longer the l
ters looked dubious for her; but a door opened somewhere, and, still
ler, met him at the
care to see the trout jumping on the Gray Water this evening? If so, you are please n
occasions ... where goodne
absently; and strolled on along
cross a valley a hundred feet below, where a small lake glimmered as still
l, and went forward to greet them. Geraldine Seagrave, a new and bewitching coat of tan tinting cheek and neck, held out her hand with all
circle with an eager glance; "You know everybody, I think. The Dysarts have no
-haired, red-lipped, red-cheeked, with eyes like melted sapphires and the expression of a reckless saint; an
up to shake hands; Bunbury Gray, a wiry, bronzed little
ld Wye, a hard-riding, hard-drinking, straight-shooting young man, who knew nothing on earth except what concerned s
hantingly demure in her Greuze-like beauty. Chardin might have made her; possibly Fragonard. She did not resemble the Creator's technique. Dresden teacups tinkled, ice clattered in tall glasses, the two fount
lancing up at Mrs. Dysart. Rosa
who sat watching indifferently the filling of Mrs. Dysart's glass, suddenly leaned back and turned her head sharply, as though the aroma from glass and decan
h the lake, now inlaid with pink and gold, reflected. A few fal
ss to her side, and, glancing askance at her, was on the point of speaking w
surprised. "Are you fee
lvet dark and troubled,
ered calmly. "I was thin
ok so w
pet with me, Duane. Look at those rocks
r. She did not notice the glass for a moment. Suddenly she whe
demanded, as she turned o
ou want to see the big trout breaking
to the south of the house. He overtook
e valley; a horizon of dazzling yellow flecked with violet faded upward to
over snowy bloom; and as they passed they inhaled t
e; "and you are not incongruo
that curved her mouth had the fainte
aid s
really believe in you, Duane. I detest some of the things you are and say and do; but, a
ing the family cat out of the parlour with the broom, s
Duane! I thought you did care for
opelessly enamoured
tle less spontaneou
rather free with m
eping charges on that c
I'd be easier on anything now, even a cat. But don't think I mean more than I do mean, Duane," she added hastily. "
y turned from the driveway and entered a broad w
imental, if that's what
hy
e you a
rogatory
r easy, airy, inconsequential way with women. But I won't l
ve I eve
set eyes on you since we were children together. I know you are not to be taken seriously; almost everybody knows that! And all the same, Duane, I've though
oodland where green bramble sprays glimmered through clustering tree trunks and the
e never quite normal; I don't know. But, lately, the world has seemed very big and threatening around m
walked forward. She was speaking at intervals alm
; perhaps that's why I'm glad to see you.... Trouble is a new thing to me. I thought
in love?"
N
all
all
n wh
yway, it won't last.
and they both laughed a li
high iron gates hung between two granite posts from which the woven wire fence of
e," she said; "here is th
dashing between tanks set wit
urs into the Gray Water a little farther ahead. We m
rough the trees stretching out before them they caught sight of th
ey could hear them far out, splash! slap! clip-clap! splash!-hundreds and hundreds jumping
mmer, leaped full length into the air; everywhere f
l day and half the night he's out prowling about the woods, not fishing, not shooting, just mousing around and listening and looking. And for all his dreadfully expensive collection of arms an
hands and sent a long, clear call
e!" shouted her brot
peered out, casting a gray net over shore and water. A
the steady splashing of the fish sounded like the uninterrupted music of a distant woodland
llness delicious
ter when yo
ou to be sincere to me? Lately, I don't know why, I've seemed to feel so
lence; then he
Some people are fashioned for a self-imprisonment from which they can't break out,
o get close to-to Kathleen, for example. Do you know, Dua
it. But the curious part of it is that they have
do you
ken seriously. But did it ever occur to you that what you see in me you evoke. Shallowness provokes shallowness, levi
, not look
ce. Do you think I could endure the empty nonsense of a New York winter if I did not present to it a surface like a sounding
he heard him speak in such a manner. She could not make out whether bitterness lay under his light a
h the wealthy section of society you inhabit, the son of a wealthy man, who went abroad and dabbled in colour and who paints pictures of pretty women
ugh the dusk at th
and inherited position count for absolutely nothing unless propped up by wealth-where any ass is tolerated whose fortune and lineage pass inspection-where there is
lau
where the shuttle-cock of conversation is worn thin, frayed, ragged! Where the battledore
ua
the game-I'm done with it; I can't stand it. The amusement I extract doesn't pay. Good God! and you wonde
forward in the darkness, clasped
rel with me, just when, for the first time, something in this new forest cou
er be with men. And either you and I are like everybody else or we're going to really care for each other. Not for your pretty face and figure, or for my grin, my six feet, and thin shanks; I can care for face a
" she ask
ent inter
slowly, "that you thin
amount to much; but
d for
t! Cared for wh
I understand. W
dances. A fashionable portrait painter f
successfu
ged in since my return from abroad, have you ever asked me o
don't know an
d, and it
that ordinary people are very shy a
u to see what I do, say what you think, like it or damn it-only do something about it! You've never b
't go
ly at her in the dusk, so close that
ce, "I could go alone-anywhere-with you
a terrific fuss about being kissed when I saw, as soon as I saw you, that I wanted to win you, if you'd let me.
his totally new revelation of a man about whom
had this talk,"
your confidence. I've asked you to take an intelligent, affectionate interest
t Seagrave's electric torch flashed. They heard the velvety scraping of the c
with his flash-light-"oh, there you are. Isn't this glorious?
elling with hunger. What time is it, Duane? Half-past eight? Plea
e he discussed aloud upon the stripping, hatching, breeding, care, and diseases of trout, never
r voice, "do you think all our
e replied gail
make everybody think
of foam you see on grass-stems in the fields. Hidden away inside is a ve
going t
-unt
il w
ou
o
l I s
es
nd I find each other inte
e with a woman-could find h
What o
. "I haven't any intention of falling in love with you, Duane, and you'll fi
hy
sides, it's a s
thr
t you threaten to do unless I immediately consider the
you care if y
horrid and-and unfair. Suppo
beha
uldn't agree to take a se
gree! I'll
e you w
't ima
ly-if you do misbehave. Just because I don't
en't threa
hand on his arm again, slip
o-just the dearest of playmates.
you; it's to
ke me for my intelligence in spite o
r your intelligence
stop,
nued blandly, "of pro
able. I am as int
it wouldn't attr
make you take me into account. I'm going to exercise a man'
t th
ry in his voice
to tell you that people-go
asked in pre
ntemptible; but what's the use of being attentive enou
rhaps you'll tell me who besid
ow, don
veral," he said co
sh of anger made her ch
I think we have become good enough comr
selves that sort of privi
ith their friends?"
s frank
him in the raw, make him wince in his exasperating complacency. Then, "I've
he darkness, c
thing," he whis