Other Things Being Equal

by Emma Wolf

  Chapter XXIII

  The next day passed like a nightmare. To add to the misery of hersecret, her mother began to fidget over the continued lack of anycommunication from her husband. Had the weather been fair, Ruth wouldhave insisted on her going out with her; but to the rain of the daybefore was added a heavy windstorm that made any unnecessary expeditionfrom home absurd.

  Mrs. Levice worried herself into a headache, but would not lie down. Shewas sure that the next delivery would bring something. Was it not timefor the second delivery? Would not Ruth please watch for the postman?By half-past one she took up her station at the window only to see thejaunty little rubber-encased man go indifferently by. At half-past fourthis scene was repeated, and then she decided to act.

  "Ring up the telegraph-office, Ruth; I am going to send a despatch."

  "Why, Mamma, probably the mail is delayed; it always is in winter.Besides, you will only frighten Father."

  "Nonsense; two days is a long delay without the excuse of a blockade. Goto the telephone, please."

  "The telephone was broken yesterday, you know."

  "I had forgotten. Well, one of the girls must go; I can't stand it anylonger."

  "You can't send any of the girls in such weather; both the maids haveterrible colds, and Mary would not go if you asked her. Listen! It isfrightful. I promise to go in the morning if we don't get a letter,but we probably shall. Let us play checkers for a while." With a forcedstoicism she essayed to distract her mother's thoughts, but with poorsuccess. The wretched afternoon drew to a close; and immediately aftera show of dining, Mrs. Levice went to bed. At Ruth's suggestion she tooksome headache medicine.

  "It will make me sleep, perhaps; and that will be better than worryingawake and unable to do anything."

  The opiate soon had its effect; and with a sigh of relief Ruth heardher mother's regular breathing. It was now her turn to suffer openly thefox-wounds. Louis had said she would hear to-night; but at what time?It was now eight o'clock, and the bell might ring at any moment. Mrs.Levice slept; and Ruth sat dry-eyed and alert, feeling her heart rise toher throat every time the windows shook or the doors rattled. It wasone of the wildest nights San Francisco ever experienced; trees groaned,gates slammed, and a perfect war of the elements was abroad. The wailingwind about the house haunted her like the desolate cry of some onebegging for shelter. The ormolu clock ticked on and chimed forth nine.Still her mother slept. Ruth from her chair could see that her cheekswere unnaturally flushed and that her breathing was hurried; but anydegree of oblivion was better than the impatient outlook for menacingtidings. Despite the heated room, her hands grew cold, and she wrappedthem in the fleecy shawl that enveloped her. The action brought to hermind the way her father used to tuck her little hands under the coverletwhen a child, after they had clung around his neck in a long good-night,and how no sooner were they there than out they would pop for "just onesqueeze more, Father;" how long the good-nights were with this play! Shehad never called him "papa" like other children, but he had always likedit best so. She brushed a few drops from her lashes as the sweetlittle chimer rang out ten bells; she began to grow heart-sick with herthoughts; her limbs ached with stiffness, and she began a gentle walkup and down the room. Would it keep up all night? There! surely somebodywas crunching up the gravel-walk. With one look at her sleeping mother,she quickly left the room, closing the door carefully behind her. With apalpitating heart she leaned over the balustrade; was it a false alarm,after all? The next instant there was a violent pull at the bell, asstartling in the dead of the night as some supernatural summons. BeforeRuth could hurry down, Nora, looking greatly bewildered, came out ofher room and rushed to the door. In a trice she was back again with thetelegram and had put it into Ruth's hands.

  "Fifteen cents' charges," she said.

  "Pay it," returned Ruth.

  As the maid turned away, she tore open the envelope. Before she couldopen the form, a firm hand was placed upon hers.

  "Give me that," said her mother's voice.

  Ruth recoiled; Mrs. Levice stood before her unusually quiet in her whitenight-dress; with a strong hand she endeavored to relax Ruth's fingersfrom the paper.

  "But, Mamma, it was addressed to me"

  "It was a mistake, then; I know it was meant for me. Let go instantly,or I shall tear the paper. Obey me, Ruth."

  Her voice sounded harsh as a man's. At the strange tone Ruth's fingersloosened, and Mrs. Levice, taking the telegram, re-entered the room;Ruth followed her closely.

  Standing under the chandelier, Mrs. Levice read. No change came overher face; when she had finished, she handed the paper without a word toRuth. This was the message:--

  RENO, Jan. 28, 188--

  MISS RUTH LEVICE, San Francisco, Cal.

  Found your father very weak and feverish and coughing continually.Insists on getting home immediately. Says to inform Dr. Kemp, who willunderstand, and have him at the house on our arrival at 11.30 Thursday.No present danger.

  LOUIS ARNOLD

  "Explain," commanded her mother, speaking in her overwrought conditionas if to a stranger.

  "Get into bed first, Mamma, or you will take cold."

  Mrs. Levice suffered herself to be led there, and in a few words Ruthexplained what she knew.

  "You knew that yesterday before the train left?"

  "Yes, Mamma."

  "And why didn't you tell me? I should have gone to him. Oh, why didn'tyou tell me?"

  "It would have been too late, dear."

  "No, it is too late now; do you hear? I shall never see him again,and it is all your fault--what do you know? Stop crying! will you stopcrying, or--"

  "Mamma, I am not crying; you are crying, and saying things that arenot true. It will not be too late; perhaps it is nothing but the cough.Louis says there is no danger."

  "Hush!" cried her mother, her whole figure trembling. "I know there isdanger now, this minute. Oh, what can I do, what can I do?" With thiscry all her strength seemed to give way; she sobbed and laughed with thehysteria of long ago; when Ruth strove to put her arms around her, sheshook her off convulsively.

  "Don't touch me!" she breathed; "it is all your fault--he wantsme--needs me--and, oh, look at me here! Why do you stand there like aghost? Go away. No, come here--I want Dr. Kemp; now, at once, he said tohave him; send for him, Ruth."

  "On Thursday morning," she managed to answer.

  "No, now--I must, must, must have him! You won't go? Then I shall; moveaside."

  Ruth, summoning all her strength, strove to hold her in her arms, all tono avail.

  "Lie still," she said sternly; "I shall go for Dr. Kemp."

  "You can't; it is night and raining. Oh," she continued, halfdeliriously, "I know I am acting strangely, and he will calm me. Ruth, Iwant to be calm; don't you understand?"

  The two maids, frightened by the noise, stood in the doorway. Both hadtheir heads covered with shawls; both were suffering with heavy colds.

  "Come in, girls. Stay here with my mother; I am going for the doctor."

  "Oh, Miss Ruth, ain't you afraid? It's a awful night, and black aspitch, and you all alone?" asked one, with wide, frightened eyes.

  "I am not afraid," said the girl, a great calmness in her voice as shespoke above her mother's sobbing; "stay and try to quiet her. I shallnot be gone long."

  She flew into her room, drew on her overshoes and mackintosh, grasped asealskin hood, which she tied securely under her chin, and went out intothe howling, raging night.

  She had but a few blocks to go, but under ordinary circumstances theundertaking would have been disagreeable enough. The rain came down inheavy, wild torrents; the wind roared madly, wrapping her skirts aroundher limbs and making walking almost an impossibility; the darknesswas impenetrable save for the sickly, quavering light shed by the fewstreet-lamps, as far apart as angel visitants. Lowering her head andkeeping her figure as erect as possible, she struggled bravely on.She met scarcely any one, and those she did meet occasioned her littleuneasiness in th
e flood of unusual emotions that overwhelmed her soul.At any other time the thought of her destination would have blotted outevery other perception; now this was but one of many shuddering visions.Trouble was making her hard; life could offer her little that would findher unequal to the test. Down the broad, deserted avenue, with its dark,imposing mansions, she hurried as if she were alone in the havockingelements. The rain beat her and lashed her in the face; she faced itunflinchingly as a small part of her trials. Without a tremor she ranup Dr. Kemp's steps. It was only when she stood with her finger on thebell-button that she realized whom she was about to encounter. Then forthe first time she gave one long sob of self-recollection, and pushedthe button.

  Burke almost immediately opened the door. Ruth had no intention ofentering; it would be sufficient to leave her message and hurry home.

  "Who's there?" asked Burke, peering out into the darkness. "It's a divilof a night for any one but--"

  "Is Dr. Kemp in?" The sweet woman-voice so startled him that he openedthe door wide.

  "Come in, mum," he said apologetically; "come in out of the night."

  "No. Is the doctor in?"

  "I don't know," he grumbled, "and I can't stand here with the dooropen."

  "Close it, then, but see if he is in, please."

  "I'll lave it open, and ye can come in or stay out according if ye aredry-humored or wet-soled;" and he shuffled off. The door was open! Herfather had assured her of this once long ago. Inside were warmth andlight; outside, in the shadow, were cold and darkness. Here she stood.Would the man never return? Ah, here he came hurrying along; she drewnearer the door; within a half-foot she stood still with locked jaw andswimming senses.

  "My good woman," said the grave, kindly voice which calmed while itunnerved her, "come in and speak to me here. Am I wanted anywhere? Comein, please; the door must be closed."

  With almost superhuman will she drew herself together and came closer.Seeing the dark, moving figure, he opened the door wide, and she steppedin; then as it closed she faced him, turning up her white, haggard faceto his.

  "You!"

  He recoiled as if stunned, but quickly recovered himself.

  "What trouble has brought you to me?" he cried.

  "My mother," she replied in a low, stifled voice, adding almostinstantly in a distant and formal tone, "can you come at once? She issuffering with hysteria and calls you incessantly."

  He drew himself up and looked at her with a cold, grand air. This girlhad been the only woman who had signally affected his life; yet if heronly recognition of it was this cold manner, he could command the same.

  "I will come," he replied, looking unbendingly, with steely gray eyes,into her white passionless face, framed in its dark hood.

  She bowed her head--further words were impossible--and turned to thedoor.

  He watched her tugging in blind stupefaction at the strange bolt, butdid not move to her assistance. Her head was bent low over the intricatething; but it was useless,--it would not move, and she suddenly raisedher eyes beseechingly to him; with a great revulsion of feeling he sawthat they were swimming in tears. His own lips trembled, and his heartgave a wild leap. Then one of those unaccountable moods that sometimesmasters the best swayed him strongly.

  She was alone with him there; he could keep her if he wished. One lookat her lovely, beloved face, and his higher manhood asserted itself. Heunlatched the door, and still holding it closed, said in a deferentialtone,--

  "Will you not wait till I ring for my carriage?"

  "I would rather go at once."

  Nothing was left but for him to comply with her wishes; and as shewalked out, he quickly got himself into his proper vestments, seized avial from his office, and hurried after her. At this juncture the stormwas frightful. Up the street he could see come one trying ineffectuallyto move on. Being a powerful man, he strode on, though the great gustscarried his breath away. In a few minutes he came alongside of Ruth, whowas making small progress.

  "Will you take my arm?" he asked quietly. "It will help you."

  She drew back in alarm.

  "There is no necessity," he indistinctly heard in the roar of the gale.

  He kept near enough to her, however, to see her. All along this block ofVan Ness Avenue is a row of tall, heavy-foliaged eucalyptus-trees;they tossed and creaked and groaned in the furious wind. A violent gustalmost took the two pedestrians off their feet, but not too quickly forDr. Kemp to make a stride toward Ruth and drag her back. At the samemoment, one of the trees lurched forward and fell with a crash uponthem. By a great effort he had turned and, holding her before him,received the greater blow upon his back.

  "Are you hurt?" he asked, bending his head so near her face that hisshort wet beard brushed her cheek.

  "No," she said, wresting herself from him; "I thank you--but you havehurt yourself."

  "You are mistaken," he said abruptly. "Take my arm, please."

  He did not wait for her yea or nay; but drawing her arm through his,he strode on in silence, holding it closely pinioned against his heart.When they reached the house, they were both white and breathless. Noraopened the door for them.

  "Oh, Miss Ruth, do hurry up!" she cried, wringing her hands as thedoctor threw off his coat and hat; "all she does now is to stare at uswith her teeth all chattering."

  The doctor sprang up three steps at a time, Ruth quickly following.

  The room was in a blaze of light; Mrs. Levice sat up in bed, herlarge dark eyes staring into vacancy, her face as white as the snowycounterpane.

  Kemp looked like a pillar of strength as he came up to the bedside.

  "Well?" he said, holding out his hand and smiling at her.

  As he took her hand in his, she strove to speak; but the sobbing resultwas painful.

  "None of that!" he said sternly, laying his hand on her shoulders. "Ifyou try, you can stop this. Now see, I am holding you. Look at me, andyou will understand you must quiet down."

  He used his well-known power of magnetism. Gradually the quiveringshoulders quieted beneath his hands; the staring eyes relaxed, and hegently laid her head upon the pillow.

  "Don't go away!" she implored piteously, as she felt his hands move fromher.

  "No, indeed," he replied in a bright, soothing voice; "see, I am goingto give you a few drops of this, which will make you all right in ashort time. Now then, open your mouth."

  "But, Doctor, I wish to speak to you."

  "After you have taken this and rested awhile."

  "And you won't go away?" she persisted.

  "I shall stay right here." She obediently swallowed the dose; and as hedrew up an easy-chair and seated himself, the drawn lines on her facerelaxed.

  "It is so strengthening to have you here," she murmured.

  "It will be more strengthening for you to close your eyes."

  Ruth, who still stood in her wet clothes, lowered the lights.

  "You had better change your clothes immediately," said Kemp, in a lowtone from his chair.

  She did not look at him, but at his voice she left the room.

  Quickly removing her wet garments, she slipped into a loose, dullred gown. As the dry warmth of it reached her senses, she suddenlyremembered that his feet might be wet. She lit a candle, and going intoLouis's room, appropriated a pair of slippers that stood in his closet.

  It was now past midnight; but no thought of sleep occurred to her till,entering her mother's room, she perceived in the semi-darkness that thedoctor lay back with closed eyes. He was not asleep, however, for heopened his eyes at her light footfall. She looked very beautiful in herunconfined gown, the red tone heightening the creamy colorlessness ofher face.

  "Will you put them on?" she asked in a hushed voice, holding out theslippers.

  "You are very kind," he replied, looking with hungry eyes into her face.Seeing that he did not take them, she placed them on the carpet. Theaction recalled him to himself, and wishing to detain her, he said,--

  "Do they belong to a man as big as
I?"

  "They are my cousin's."

  She had half turned to leave.

  "Ah," he returned, "and will he relish the idea of my standing in hisshoes?"

  No double-entendre was intended, but Ruth's thoughts gave one miserablebound to Arnold.

  "He will be pleased to add to your comfort," spoke Mrs. Levice from thebed, thus saving Ruth an answer.

  "I do not need them," said the doctor, turning to her swiftly; "and,Mrs. Levice, if you do not go to sleep, I shall leave."

  "I want Ruth to stay in the room," she murmured petulantly.

  "Very well, Mamma," said Ruth, wearily, seating herself in a low,soft-cushioned chair in a remote corner. She knew how to sit perfectlystill. It was a peculiar situation,--the mother, who had been the meansof drawing these two together first and last, slept peacefully; and heand she, the only waking mortals in the house, with the miserable gulfbetween them, sat there without a word.

  Ruth's temples throbbed painfully; she felt weak and tired; towardmorning she sank into a heavy sleep. Kemp did not sleep; he kept hisface turned from her, trying to quiet his thoughts with the dull lullabyof the rain. But he knew when she slept; his gaze wandered searchinglyaround the room till it fell upon a slumber-robe thrown across a divan.He arose softly and picked it up; his light step made no sound in thesoft carpet. As he came up to Ruth, he saw with an inward groan thechange upon her sleeping face. Great, dark shadows lay about her eyesnot caused by the curling lashes; her mouth drooped pathetically at thecorners; her temples, from which her soft hair was rolled, showed theblue veins; he would have given much to touch her hair with his hand,but he laid the cover over her shoulders without touching her, andtucked it lightly about her knees and feet. Then he went back to hischair. It was five o'clock before either mother or daughter opened hereyes; they started up almost simultaneously. Ruth noticed the warm robeabout her, and her eyes sped to the doctor. He, however, was speaking toMrs. Levice, who in the dim light looked pale but calm.

  "I feel perfectly well," she was saying, "and shall get up immediately."

  "Where is the necessity?" he inquired. "Lie still to-day; it is not badweather for staying in bed."

  "Did not Ruth tell you?"

  "Tell me?" he repeated in surprise.

  "Of the cause of this attack?"

  "No."

  "Then I must. Briefly, my husband has been in New York for the pastfive weeks; he suffered there with acute pneumonia for a week, told usnothing, but hurried home as soon as possible,--too soon, I suppose. Daybefore yesterday my nephew received a letter stating these facts, and,later, a telegram asking him to come to Reno, where he was delayed,feeling too ill to go farther alone. The first I heard of this was lastnight, when Ruth received this telegram from Louis." She handed it tohim.

  As Kemp read, an unmistakable gravity settled on his face. As he wasfolding the paper thoughtfully, Mrs. Levice addressed him again in herunfamiliar, calm voice,--

  "Will you please explain what he means by your understanding?"

  "Yes; I suppose it is expedient for me to tell you at once," he saidslowly, reseating himself and pausing as if trying to recall something.

  "Last year," he began, "probably as early as February, your husband cameto me complaining of a cough that annoyed him nights and mornings;he further told me that when he felt it coming, he went to anotherapartment so as not to disturb you. I examined him, and found he wassuffering with the first stages of asthma, and that one of his lungswas slightly diseased already. I treated him and gave him directions forliving carefully. You knew nothing of this?"

  "Nothing," she answered hoarsely.

  "Well," he went on gently, "there was no cause for worry; if checked intime, a man may live to second childhood with asthma, and the loss of asmall portion of a lung is not necessarily fatal. He knew this, and wasmending slowly; I examined him several times and found no increase inthe loss of tissue, while he told me the cough was not so troublesome."

  "But for some weeks before he left," said Mrs. Levice, "he coughed everymorning and night. When I besought him to see a doctor, he ridiculed meout of the idea. How did you find him before he left?"

  "I have not seen Mr. Levice for some months," he replied gravely.

  Mrs. Levice eyed him questioningly, but he offered no explanation.

  "Then do you think," she continued, "that this asthma made the pneumoniamore dangerous?"

  "Undoubtedly."

  Her fingers clutched at the sheet convulsively; but the strength of hervoice and aspect remained unbroken.

  "Thank you," she said, "for telling me so candidly. Then will you behere to-morrow morning?"

  "I shall manage to meet him at Oakland with a closed carriage."

  "May I go with you?"

  "Pardon me; but it will be best for you to receive him quietly athome. There must be nothing whatever to disturb him. Have all ready,especially yourself."

  "I understand," she said. "And now, Doctor, let me thank you for yourkindness to me;" she held out both hands. "Will you let Ruth show you toa room, and will you breakfast with us when you have rested?"

  "I thank you; it is impossible," he replied, looking at his watch. "Ishall hurry home now. Good-morning, Mrs. Levice. There may be smallcause for anxiety; and, remember, the less excited you remain, the moreyou can help him."

  He turned from her.

  "Ruth, will you see the doctor to the door?"

  She followed him down the broad staircase, as in former days, but witha difference. Then he had waited for her to come abreast with him, andthey had descended together, talking pleasantly. Now not a word wassaid till he had put on his heavy outer coat. As he laid his hand on theknob, Ruth spoke,--

  "Is there anything I can do for my father, do you think?"

  She started as he turned a tired, haggard face to hers.

  "I can think of nothing but to have his bed in readiness and completequiet about the house."

  "Yes; and--and do you think there is any danger?"

  "No, no! at least, I hope not. I shall be able to tell better when I seehim. Is there anything I can do for you?"

  She shook her head; she dared not trust herself to speak in the lightof his tender eyes. He hastily opened the door, and bowing, closed itquickly behind him.