The Man Between: An International Romance
dding. Ruth thought some inquiry ought to be made, and Judge Rawdon called at the Holland House. There he wa
u not send us word you we
be typhoid. Nothing of the kind, howeve
t coals in his mouth, and he felt that he could not restrain them much longer. Hastening to his hotel, he locked himself in his rooms, and passed the night in a frenzy of pass
and forwards he paced the floor to such imprecations and ejaculations as welled up from the whirlpool of rage in his heart, hour following hour, till in the blackness of his misery he could no longer speak. His brain had become stupefied
p again, and that in all its farces he must play his part. At first the thought of Mostyn Hall presented itself as an asylum. It stood amid thick woods, and there were miles of wind-blown wolds and hills around it. He was lord
here. 'Tis a country where the impossible does not exist, and the unlikely is sure to happen-a country where marriage is not for life or death, and where the road
which he felt a sort of right. He asked Ruth if he might eat dinner with them. He said he was hungry, and the hotel fare did not tempt him. And when Judge Rawdon returned he welcomed him in the same generous spirit, and the evening passed delightfully away. At its close, howeve
n the afternoon, Fred. Suppose I ca
well
face when he heard the request for a business interview, and after the young man's departure he lost himself in a reve
d at Madam, his moth-er's house in Gramercy Park. A visit at such
Whereupon Madam sat down, and became suddenly about twenty years younger, for "business" was
jaculated sharply
y the business of
ust as I want it, and I am not going t
been the home and seat of the family for many centuri
roud Alethia Mostyn, who suffered twenty years' martyrdom from Squire John; and Sara, who took thirty thousand pounds to Squire Hubert, to fling away at the green table; and Harriet, who was made by her husband, Squire Humphrey, to jump a fence when o
you forget your own marriage. It was a happy one, I am sure. One Rawdon, at least, mus
treated Mary
not even
r 'she moped too much.' As the end came I spoke to you, and you pooh-poohed all I said. She went suddenly, I know, to most people, but she knew it was her last day, and she longed so to see you,
hat bitter day? I did not thi
sbands. They make landlords, and judges, and soldiers, and even loom-lords of a very respectable sort; but hu
ike it to go out
t worry myse
has a mortgage on it that the pr
and pounds on the old place. I told hi
nors and manor-houses
born and brought up nea
lace; yet if Fred forces a sale, it may go for t
buy it
to-morrow if I had the me
terest in Rawdon Court. Very well, then, it cannot be far wrong for Fred Mostyn to have it. Man
lp from you, then,
Rawdon by, marriage. The birth-
u have failed me for the
been for you, Ed
s-goo
ptorily, and he returned
't you a
nk I had the r
I. See what she says. She'
securities, but it would be at a sac
and, as I said, she
father we
ave said to you I would have said to him. Speak to Et
ke to speak
ou find you'll have to do, that carries th
n. You are not quit
o wonder if I'm a bit cross this morning. But
an Rawdons she felt it would prove a white elephant; and the appeal to Ethel was advised because she thought it would amount to nothing. In the first place, the Judge had the strictest idea of the sacredness of the charge committed to him as guardian of his daughter's fortune. In the secon
and many a time, but never once have the Mostyn men married a Rawdon girl-proud, set-up women, as far as I remember; and Ethel has a way with her just like them. Fred
he afternoon he wished to have some idea of the trend matters were likely to take. His policy-cunning, Madam called it-did not please her. She immediately assured herself that "she wouldn't go against her own flesh and blood for anyone," and his wan
to annoy, "I suppose it was. I felt it very much. Dora was t
case. I'm not one that wants the city to myself, but
utiful of God
yes. You can pick her sort up by the thousand in any large city. And a wandering-hearted, giddy creature,
It is beyond measur
fellow! He'll soon be as ready to curse his wedding-day as Job was to curse his birthday. A costly wife she will be to keep, and misery i
k to you about
d that he and I were sweethearts when we we
on Court is mo
ou say so-mor
. I find that I can get twice yes, three times-t
know they ar
s put me up to se
an come that road, you are a bigg
one to call me a fool, es
good things Bryce Denning offers you in exchange for a grand English manor, take them, and then if I called you not fool before, I will call you fool in your teeth twice over, and
e it will have to be sold, he is
Squire Percival, he will go to the poor-house first. Fred, you would sure
y, or else I wa
t or having it, but, for goodness' sake, wait unti
visiting him, also that he has asked a great many questions about the Judge and Ethel. He is evidently trying to prevent
t. You can make your mi
r to get my own I thought at once of Ethel. It seemed to me that if we could love each other the money claims of Mostyn and the i
ve loved you as a husband should be loved. She was a
e a favorable im
men, tall, erect six-footers, with a little swing and swagger to them. She th
w what she thought. I c
is safe. It is in one place, and in such shape as it can't run away nor be smuggled away by any man's trickery. Now, then, turn your eighty thousand pounds into dollars, and divide them among a score of securities, and you'll soon find
it as far as I can. This afternoon the Judge h
unsel about the 'good things' Bryce Denning offers you. And you may safely listen to it,
imself that his own relationship with them was merely sentiment. He had now nothing to hope for in the way of money. Madam's apparently spontaneous and truthful assertion, that the Judge cared nothing for Rawdon Court, was, however, very satisfactory to him. He had be
It was contracted, subtle, intricate, but he came forward with a congratulation on Mostyn's improved appearance. "A
d t
seems as if that would be a grand summer programme. But my lawyer writes me that the man in charge at Mostyn is cutting too much timber and is genera
king of that
hat we are almost like one family, and Rawdon Court lies, as it were, at Mostyn's gate. The Squire is now old, and too easily persuade
awdons? I have no acq
he mills, and one of them was clever and saved money and built a little mill of his own, and his son built a much larger one, and made a great deal of money, and became Mayor of Leeds. The next generation saw the Tyrrel-Rawdons the largest loom-lords in Yorkshire. One of the youn
nt concerning Mostyn politics. I take l
n interest in my affairs and give me you
even this picture interested me at all. You know I am an American, born on the soil, and very proud of it. Then, as you are acquainted with all the ins and outs of the difficulties and
haps he might have written to you on the matter.
am not the last male. From what you say, I think the
ided. It would be a great of
considered? A Rawdon
pinner, sir! A
iving bread to a thousand families, is a vastly more respectable and important man than a fox-hunting,
are American, n
k at things from very
d to lift the mortga
ntemplated. I confess, however, that if the Court has to be sold, I should like the Tyrrel-Rawdons to buy it. I dare say the picture of the offending youth is still in the gallery, and I have hear
at the Mostyns should succeed the Rawdons. We have, as it w
iment. Gold at last wil
your gold
old; cert
decisive words They
urn to Mostyn to look after your affairs is equally good. If I were you, I should follow my inclinations. If you put your heart into anything, it is well done and enjoyed;
I may leave for Newport to-morrow. I s
try to-morrow, to look after a little cottage on the Hudson we occupy in
The Yorkshire spirit which Ethel had declared found him out once in three hundred and sixty-four days and twenty-three hours was then in full pos-session. The American Judge had disappeared. He looked as like his ancestors as anything outside of a painted picture could do. His flushed f
und the impudent rascal! Does he think I will see Squire Rawdon rogued out of his home? Not if I can help it! Not if Ethel can help it! Not if heaven and earth can help it! He's a downright
arms of his chair, and gave himself a peremptory order of control. In a short time he rose, bathed his head and face in cold wa
hink Ethel and I and the law will be a match even for the devil and Fred Mostyn." Then, as he slowly went downstairs, he repeated to himself, "Mostyn seems to be the natural owner of Rawdon. No, sir, neithe
but something was wrong. The room felt as if there was an iceberg in it, and he kept his right hand in his pocket. I be-lieve he was afraid I would shake hands with him-it is Ethel, I suppose. Naturally he
ong but well-controlled feeling. While servants were present it passed for high spirits, but
gage over Rawdon Court, and is going to press it in September-that is, he proposes to sell the place in order to obtain
e Squire?"
uth. He has n
o be done? Is there
" Then with gradually increasing passion he repeated in a low, intense voice the remarks which Mostyn had made, and which had so infuriated the Judge. Before he had finished speaking the two women had caught his temper and spirit. Ethel's face was white with an
-for this year, at any rate. I cannot touch it without wronging ot
ing, I would not car
in cash and negotiable securities. Your mother's fortune is all yours, with its legitimate accruements, and it was left at your
with all my heart to make his home sure to him as long as
Rawdon. Now, I propose we all make a visit to Rawdon Court, see the Squire and the property, and whil
lly mean that we ar
see that all is as Mostyn says. I mu
th, "and we can be ready for th
; more than all, I long to see Rawdon. I did n
y nothing about it to Mostyn. He will call to-morrow morning to bid
wish ever to see his face again, and I must see
advised me to ask you about the mor
are the Tyr
o a century ago had lost his world for Love, and Ethel said
our fathe
glad that Love did not always make them poor. They
disinherited for love's sake, came to America some time in the forties. I asked your grandmother if this story was true. She said it is quite tru
now what be
e gold fields of California. That was in 1850. He never wrote again. It is lik
-Rawdons. I think I shall like them. My heart goes out t
awdon women have frequently been daughters of Destiny. Many of them have lived romances that would be incredible if written down. Oh, Ethel, dear, we cannot, we cannot for our lives, let the old home fall into the ha
and to go as its savior was a consummation of the pleasure that filled her with loving pride. She could not sleep for her waking dreams. She made all sorts of resolutions about the despised Tyrrel-Rawdons. She intended to show the proud, in
r who sat in Rawdon's seat; but she would not hear Mostyn blamed for seeking his right. Money and sentiment are no kin," she added, "and Fred has no sentiment about R
d Squire! H
would not do anything out of the way to him-he could not; the county would
d, I think that is 'out of the way.' And Mr. Mostyn is not to
sked you to trust him. You l
, I am aston
my family are against him. It's natural for Yorkshire to help the weakest side.
eak without a drawl, and get rid of his monocle, and not pay su
pay them the greatest attention," she said. "It was a noble thing in young Tyrrel-Rawdon
en, every respectable young man and woman in the county would have married where their fanc
rrel's descendants seem to have
a, and I remember his mother getting into a passion about it. She was a fat woman in a Paisley shawl and a love-bird on her bonnet. I saw his sister often. She weigh
shall be able to judge for myself. Since then there have been two ge
rel-Rawdons are chapel people. The rector of Rawdon church would not marry Tyrrel to his low-born love, and so they went to t
thodists are most r
g nothing
dent is a
zed, confirmed, and married in the Church, and I was always taught it was the only proper Church for gentleme
difference to me, grandmoth
at some things make a great deal of difference. Do you know your fathe
ome. We will take such
want to make new acquaintances at my age, unless I have the picking of them. No, I shall get Miss Hillis to go with me to my little cabin on the Jersey coast. We'll take our knitting and the fresh novels, and I'll warrant we'll see as mu
ften, Granny, and t
Stanhope, but I wouldn't ask her to Rawdon
kno
s then opposite the store of a famous English saddler, and near her was an open carriage occupied by a middle-aged gentleman in military uniform. He appeared to be waiting for someone, and in a moment or two a young man came out of the saddlery store, and with a pleasant laugh entered the carriage. It was the Apollo of her dreams, the singer of the Holland House pavement. She could not doubt it. His face, his figur
t to leave all to Destiny. Toward the upper part of the avenue the carriage of her eager observation came to a stand before a warehouse of antique furniture and bric-a-brac, and, as it did so, a beautiful woman ran down the steps, and Apollo, for so Ethel had men-tally called him, went hurriedly
ager questioning answered. Then she was joyous and full of hope, for "these two silent meetings are pr
to feel too much interest in this ma
m sure he is
sure? You know n
lieve what I feel; and he is as much interested in
ever see h
im next winter, he evide
e interested in any man on unknown ground,
is summer at Newport and elsewhere. He will be glad to se
this morning. He left for Newport t
icious torpor; yet Nelly Baldwin told me she loved an Atlantic passage because she
omes more natural to be dull. Very soon all mentally accommodate themselves to being bored, dreamy and dreary. Then, as soon as it is dark, comes th
ere are games, and books, and compa
happy, until gradually a contented cr
husiastically. "I shall
e in my heart,
ng that mingles
the sense of
e sea is a contented cretinism, Ethel. But in ten days we may be in Yorkshir
romised myself that my Prince sha
hel, it is
me, and
ed One, com
good hope, Ruth, and my
hall
INTO THE GARDEN TO SEE I
Solomon