The Dover News. (Dover, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 34, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 24, 1912 Page: 4 of 8
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THE QUEST OF
GENTLE HAZARD
Being the Adventures in Love and
Chivalry gf Lord Richard Jocelyn
4> $ By H. M. EGBERT &
Matrimonial j
Disentanglement
"Miss Evelyn," said Lord Richard
Jocelyn, "will you honor me by be- features,
coming my wife?"
j Evelyn, on the following week, "Is
going to be—guess what?"
"Two thousand shares in Steel," he
said bitterly, and regretted it the
moment afterward.
"No," she said. "It will be your
portrait, Richard."
| "And who is going to paint my
Evelyn?" he asked
Torelli Marco Torelli. You've
Lord Jocelyn removed his hands
from his pockets and stood up to re-
ceive the verdict, looking about as
comfortable as a soldier in the face
of a firing squad.
They were standing in the con-
servatory of the Squires house at
Newport, under a frond of a large
palm tree that drooped over a ro-
mantic rockery. They were entirely
aione. Vet each of them was aware
that the entire setting of the scene
was for them; that the musicians,
playing the latest waltz in the big
ball-room beyond, the palms that
overshadowed them, the splendid
draperies and the beeswaxed floors
were, actually, a portion of the trap
that had been baited for them. And
outside a hundred eyes were watch-
ing for their appearance.
Evelyn Squires looked In Jocelyn's
eyes with amusement.
"You speak almost sincerely," she
said, flushing a little with vexation.
"I am as serious as I ever allow
myself to be," Lord Jocelyn answered.
"Sit down." said Evelyn Squires.
' Before I answer you. Lord Jocelyn,
and thank you for the honor you
propose to confer on me, let us be
plain with one another. Perhaps this
will be our last opportunity. It is,
I think, admitted that you do not
love me."
"I esteem you more than any lady
I have ever known," Lord Jocelyn
answered.
Evelyn inclined her head. "And
that I do not love you," she con-
tinued. "It is, then, a transaction
purely commercial on either side."
Lord Jocelyn was silent He did
not know what to say, and so took
refuge in the sanctuary of the wise
man.
"Let me recount to you my posi-
tion," Evelyn went on remorselessly.
"I am the daughter of a multi-mil-
.11 anal re. From childhood I have been
trained with one object in view—to
make a successful marriage—that is
to say, to exchange my wealth for
a title. If lie be young, passably
good-looking, and clean of life, so
much the better for me. Hut these
are not essentials. A title is.
"I was educated at the most ex-
pensive schools and under the best,
governesses and professors. At the
age of twenty 1 was taken through
Europe on exhibition. In London you
met me and admired me. My parents
saw in you a possible husband You
have an ancient name and one that
has never been tarnished. It is my
«luty to repay the money that has
been spent on me by obedience to
my parent's wish rather than by
chirking my responsibilities."
' "Hut 1—" Lord Jocelyn protested.
"Yes. now for you, Lord Jocelyn
You are one of an
line MiinW r as you say,
begin on the outside?"
She seemed terrified
ness of the hall and cs
and held tightly to J/x-r.
I they ascended. The* ,
uicient house however, was suffused with light, spa
which, like many in these days,
heard of him?" she a6ked, with a
swift glance. Then her eyes dropped
and a slight flush overspread her
features.
"Never heard the chop's name be
fore," said Jocelyn.
"He's a young Italian," said Evelyn,
in some coufusion. "He's a genius,
a real genius, and he was starving in
a garret in Washington Square until
some friends of mine found him re-
cently. And he's the finest painter
in America, the critics say, although
he's hardly known yet. You don't
mind being painted by an unknown
genius?"
"I'd let a bricklayer paint me if it
would please you, Evie," answered
Lord Jocelyn gayly.
He wondered afterward why this
short interview had left Evelyn so
strangely confused. After some cogi-
tation he set it down to his blunder-
ing remark about Steel.
"I can't see why you want to have
Richard's portrait painted by that
Vermicelli man, Evelyn," her mother
lamented. "You're always so queer,
and so decided when once you get a
notion into your head. He's cheap,
of course, but I should think that
you'd want to give Richard the best
there was to be had."
Her protest was not carried to the
ultimatum point. Mrs. Squires was
not a woman of persistent force of
character, and she always stood rath-
er in awe of her accomplished daugh-
ter, mingled with pride at the finished
product of her husband's purse. She
had never altogether ceased to feel
that the upbringing in her native
villago still hampered and confined
her actions; she was never wholly
at home in the magnificent mansion
on Fifth Avenue, or the "cottage" at
Newport, and the shameful memories
of those days when she was a simple
farmer's daughter, far more intimate
with "setting" liens than Persian rugs
and Watteau pictures, were an abid-
ing humiliation. Her mood was still
resentful, however, when, on the fol-
lowing morning, she stepped int > her
automobile with Jocelyn and JCvelyn
and suffered herself to be borne
southward into the unfamiliar regions
of Washington Square. She sniffed
in disdain when the chauffeur stopped
in front of the squalid tenement house
in which Torelli had his ntiid!o
"Kvelyji# my dear, if you j.u - it's
chic to come to these placei sup-
pose you're right." she saV doubt-
fully, "I can't see, myself, w any-
body cvn work in them, let Uone live
in them. ?f Mr. Vermicelli's such a
;T don't he
Di the dark-
<he stairway
tyn's arm as
rtist's room,
has come to financial ruin. You owe
it to your family to make a wealthy
.marriage. You were sent to America
by your father, the fourth viscount,
for that purpose. You knew me; I
was, then, naturally, the first objec-
tive. It is a fair barter,* unalloyed by
sentiment. If you claim me as your
bride In that frank spirit I will ac-
cept you in the same way."
Lord Jocelyn bowed, then raised
Evelyn's hand to his Hps.
"I hope in time." he said, "that
love may come to us."
She suddenly grow pale and be-
gan trembling; his words affected her
where her own had left her unmoved.
Then, placing her hand upon his
arm, she suffered him to lead her
into the drawing room. And. all the
remainder o' that evening, some sub-
tle sense told each of the that the
guests knew, that even now looks
and words were being interchanged
among them, that her parents, the
varnish king and his stout wife, were
busily receiving the congratulations
of their associates.
On the next day the news was
formally announced. Lord Jocelyn
went to town and sent a brief cable
dispatch to his father announcing the
event.
"I shall need a couple of thousand
more for preliminary expenses," he
wrote in a letter. "Everything is ar-
ranged, and the dov.ry will more than
refit and furnish Doublewlth Manor.
3quires hus lent us his yacht for the
honeymoon. The lady is chaimirg
and 1 think we shall both be happy."
Then, leaning back in his armchair
in his modest apartment on Madison
Avenue, he said to himself:
"How can it be that duty some-
times turns decent fellows int.) muck
ers and cads?"
He tilted up the photograph of his
betrothed so that the light shone
full on it. Then he hit his table a
resounding thump with his fist.
clous and clean, though bare. Along
the base of the walls numerous pic-
tures, finished and incomplete. Were
laid. Jocelyn surveyed them
agreeable surprise; even his own ama-
teurish taste told him that these were
excellent. The pleasant impression
was not diminished when he turned
to bow to the painter—a clean-look-
ing, youngish man. with handsome
features and a crop of black hair
| brushed back off a high forehead.
After the preliminary introductions,
which Mrs. Squires, on her part, dis* I
posed of with the stiffest bow, Lord
Jocelyn suffered himself to he posed
in a chair by the window, and soon
the artist was busy sketching his
preliminary outline.
"How much are you goin* to pay
for this. Evelyn ?" asked Mrs. Squires,
breaking the silence.
"Hush, mother," said the girl,
flushing in embarrassment.
"Hut 1 want to know, Evelyn. Five
hundred, did you tell me? Five hun-
dred? Why, it won't take more than
four or five sittings if he goes on
at this rate, and it can be delivered
inside of a couple of weeks. Look,
lies finished Richard's head. And I
declare, it looks just like him!"
Tore!!! lost his self-control for a
moment.
"Madame forgets that the cost of
paints and varnishes has been In-
creased under the new tariff." he said
in a low voice; then bit his lip in
h umiliation.
The remark was lost upon his audi-
tor.
"Well, if Miss Squires is willing, it
ain t up to me," she answered.
Hut she became aware of the in-
creasing coldness and sense of embar-
rassment in the studio. Presently
Torelli threw down his brush. "No
more today." he announced. Mrs.
Squi-es rose stiffly and asked Lord
Jocelyn to assist her down the stairs
to ?he automobile.
Really, Richard, the smells in
i Lord Jocelyn, having as '««ted his
future motherindaw into her s*ut.
finding that Evelyn Itng.red, went
back in search of her -lie had as-
cended to the head of the flight on
which Torelli had his studio, when
he was suddenly rendered dumb by
1 what he saw through the half-opened
door.
For Evelyn Squires lay like a dead
I weight in the painter's arms, and he
was showering kisses upon
cheeks and lips.
"I cannot bear it, Marco," he heard
her say in a low voice, as she strug-
gled out of his arms. "I thought our
meeting would give us a few more
moments together. Hut I now see
that this interview must be our
last."
"Why should it bo our last?" he
whispered. "Come with me, Evelyn;
I am known now. I can earn a living
with my brush. In a year 1 shall be
famous. I am rich already. I have
money in the bank—five hundred and
fifty dollars. We could live—"
Even as he turned away Lord Joce-
lyn could not help smiling. Five
hundred and fifty! And Evelyn paid
that for a single gown.
He descended softly and then came
noisily upstairs again. At the head
of the flight Evelyn stood waiting.
She smiled at Lord Jocelyn pathetic-
ally and they went down once more
to the automobile.
"How long you've been, Evelyn."
said Mrs. Squires petulantly. "Where
have you been?"
"1 stayed to chat with Signor
Torelli," answered the girl lightly.
And on the way back it was Joce-
lyn who was the most embarrassed
of the party.
"The question before the commit-
tee." he soliloquized to the photo-
graph that evening, as he sat back
in his chair, "is this; Whether it is
consistent with a chap's sense of
honor to marry a party of the sec-
ond part when said party of the sec-
ond part is in love with a party of
the third part—by name, Torelli; na-
tionality, Italian; occupation, artist."
He paused and meditated, puffing
ney to Wnshingtou Square that she
hutf* to uiuch, and I'm sure she'd
never let you accompany me there
without her chu| eronage.M
He broached the plan to Mr. and
Mrs Squires that evening. Mrs.
Squires was at first disposed to offer
objections.
"It isn't done," she declare em-
phatically. "Of course, some paint-
■ ers are different; a man may be a
her | painter and yet be a gentleman, but
I'm told that this Vermicelli fellow-
came over in the steerage with a lot
of low immigrants only a year or two
ago."
"I should have liked to be painted
In these surroundings,' said Lord
Jocelyn meekly, looking in admira-
tion upon the Louis Quinze furniture,
embellished by Elizabethan tapes-
tries.
"And think how much trouble it
would save you, mamma," Evelyn
added.
He carried his poin. and felt that
the first portion of his scheme was
satisfactorily concluded. If he could
bring Evelyn and Torelli into this
propinquity, surely he could wear
down those secret scruples which, he
knew, would chain her to duty, save
under some overmastering emotion.
He contrived that the lovers should
bo left to themselves for a few mo-
ments on each occasion, and, though
he was too much of a gentleman to
evesdrop, he noted with secret satis-
faction that they were not without
effect upon the demeanor of Torelli
and his fiancee.
After the third sitting even Mrs.
Squires became enthusiastic.
"Really, he's a positive genius,"
she declared, watching the likeness
of her future son-in-law growing upon
the canvas. "I wonder whether he
would paint me," she continued,
glancing at her reflection in the
glass over the mantel.
A little judicious maneuvering on
Lord Jocelyn's part clinched the
proposition. Torelli was to paint both
Mr. and Mrs. Squires, for a thousand
dollars apiece. "And cash in ad-
vance," said Jocelyn. smiling. He
at his pipe. "The sense of the com- had secured for Torelli commissions
discovered oAclttinc in a little Hrook*
lyu church during one of his rambles.
Hut his existence was not disclosed
to any member of his fiancee's family.
The day before the wedding arrived
and a strange calm had descended
over all, such as that atmospheric
quietude which is to be observed im-
mediately before a thunderstorm.
Everything was ready. The church
at Newport was being decorated with
flowers; the members of the Venetian
band had learned their pieces; the
clergyman, the Rev. Gracchus Hayes,
who had married so many pairs of
Newport's scions, was smiling be-
nignahtly in anticipation of the cele-
bration on the morrow. Evelyn had
nerved herself for this ordeal. If her
nerves gave way, at least it would
not be until after the ceremony. And
then—when all was over, why—
She fled to her room and, taking
the photograph of the young artist
from the locked drawer in which she
kept it, she kissed it passionately
and tore it into a dozen pieces. Then,
having bathed her eyes and composed
herself, she joined her parents in the
drawing doom.
Meanwhile Lord Jocelyn, aboard
the vessel, was giving his final in-
structions to the captain. These end-
ed, he went to the cabin door and
knocked. Torelli opened, and seeing
his visitor, glowered at him.
"Mr. Torelli," said Jocelyn, "have
you finished the sketches?"
"Not now. I shall finish tonight,
maybe," Torelli answered. "It will
mean working till midnight."
"I want you to stay," Lord Jocelyn
answered. "I must have these
sketches ready to send to my father
dinner c lamented, he suggested to
Evelyn that she should stroll down
to the yacht with him afterward.
"Evelyn, uiy dear," her mother
said, when she protested, e'll ail
go I declare, Richard, I'm crazy to
see the new paintings,'' she continued.
"Now, Evelyn, 1 must insist that you
do not disappoint Richard on this
last evening of his single life Go
and put on your wraps, chil 1."
They strolled down to the harbor
together, Lord Jocelyn and Evelyn in
advance, Mr. and Mrs. Squires be-
hind them. And, as the inevitable
hour approached, Lord Jocelyn felt
a curious and unwonted sense of con-
traction in his throat.
"Evie," he said a little huskily,
"do you remember our conversation
in the conservatory that evening
when I asked you to be my wife?"
"Yes, Richard," she answered,
steadily, facing him.
"I told you then that I esteemed
you more than any woman in the
world. I think I'would have learned
to care for you very much."
"Would have learned?" said Evelyn,
in astonishment.
"You do not repent your bargain,
Evelyn?"
"No," she answered bravely, and he
felt something splash upon his hand
that pressed her arm.
Jocelyn looked back. Far, far be-
hind him waddled the varnish king
with his amiable spouse. "Evelyn,"
he said, "you did not tell me that
there was another."
He felt her shake from head to
foot. She raised her tear-dimmed
eyes and looked into his own.
No, there was no need of that,"
before leaving on my wedding trip j she answered simply. "Tonight I put
tomorrow. Hy the way, Torelli," he all memory of him aside. You need
continued, carelessly, "I hear you
have received quite a number of com-
missions recently."
"Well, sir?" said the painter an-
grily.
"And your patrons have paid you
cash in advance, I believe?"
"That, I^ord Jocelyn, is my own
business," the painter answered.
"Pardon me, Mr. Torelli, it is very
distinctly my business," replied Lord
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"Because
not fear my loyalty," she ended.
"Rut you still love him?" asked
Lord Jocelyn, and, somehow, try as
hard as he might, he had a distinct
feeling that her denial would relievo
that strange, suffocating sensation.
"I have put love out of my life,"
she answered. "Richard, you will
find in me a faithful and devoted
w ife."
"That's not enough," he answered
gayly. "Suppose, Evie, I were to re-
linquish you to Signor Torelli?"
"Ah!" she exclaimed, as though he
had stabbed her. They were now
upon the pier at whose end the
yacht was anchored. She turned her
eyes upon him in anguish. He said
no more, but, taking her by the arm,
led her aboard. He advanced to the
cabin door, opened it, and ushered her
in. Then he closed it softly and
waited.
It did not reopen.
He counted thirty seconds upon his
watch. Then he stepped off the boat
and, looking toward the bridge,
waved his handkerchief.
Simultaneously two men cast off
the ropes; the vessel trembled, and
then began to recede from the pier.
The foot of open water had grown
to ft hundred yards before he saw a
woman emerge from the cabin and
wave her arms to him and study the
space of water as though she medi-
tated a plunge into its depths. Lord
Jocelyn looked back. Two waddling
figures were approaching the pier en-
trance.
"A narrow escape for the parties
of all the three parts," he murmured.
Then, as the vessel receded further
into the distance, he saw the figure
of a painter emerge from the cabin
and stand by Evelyn's side. e made
a trumpet of his hands and called
over the waters:
"Good-bye. Good luck to you!"
And, as he turned, he ended his
soliloquy.
"I've shut them up aboard and put
a clergyman to keep them company,
and if that don't contrive to turn the
trick before the ship puts into Jack-
sonville, why—I'll marry her my-
self," Lord Jocelyn said.
Ood grant, he cried, "that I may j these places are almost unbearable,
make her happy. K * bum "vi, % * u
.... *y —., , , sii'3 said. me atmosphere seems
My present to yo.i. Richard," said , full of turpentine "
mittee is that it is not honorable for
the said party of the first part to do
any such thing," he said in conclu-
sion.
He sighed a little, for he had come
to love Evelyn just a little during
their engagement.
"The question now is, how is the
said party of the third part going to
make enough money to supply the
party of the second part with gowns,
not to speak of bread and butter,"
he said fiercely to the photograph.
He went to bed and dreamed over his
problem.
The result of his cogitations was
a round of visits that he paid to as
many of the Squires' friends as he
thought would serve his purpose.
"Evelyn," he said a day or two
later, "I have some good news for
you. It's about that painter fellow.
I've been talking to old Hross, the
beer magnate, and he's going to pay
him a couple of thousand to paint
his wife and daughters."
Evelyn paled; then her eyes
flashed angrily.
"Why do you call that 'good' news,
Richard?" she demanded icily. "What
possible interest do you suppose that
It can have for me?"
"Why—er—I thought you might be
Interested to know," he answered
lamely. "It was just a stray thought
of mine," he stammered.
And, seeing that she was disposed
to accept his explanation, he con-
tinued:
and always cash in advance. "It's ;
the thing," was all he deigned to i
advance as his explanation. Hut in
each instance he stipulated that To-
relli should not be told that he was
acting as his agent in these matters.
The commissions appeared to flow in
spontaneously, for Lord Jocelyn's rec-
ommendation was accepted as the last
word in aesthetics.
"If I don't watch the chap he'll spoil
everything by eloping." he said to
tained them for you; likewise the
advance fees. You will need them
in the near future."
"You—you," muttered the painter,
staring at Lord Jocelyn in astonish-
ment. "I cannot take them. You
would never have befriended me if
you knew. I must tell you some-
thing. I—"
"Tush, man! This is no time for
confidences. Don't you see that I have
weightier matters on my mind?" Lord
himself during one of his evening | Jocelyn answered. "It isn't the easiest
communings. "The party of the first
part will play this game off his own
bat." And thenceforward he kept the
lovers religiously apart.
One week before the date fixed
for the marriage, Jocelyn's picture
being completed and universally
praised, he surprised his father-in-
law by insisting that Torelli should
make a series of sketches of the
Squires' yacht, on which the honey-
moon was to be spent, that he might
send them to his father in England.
The vessel lay at anchor off Newport
—a sailing craft, with auxiliary
steam, and Jocelyn had taken up his
residence in that fashionable resort
in order to be near his betrothed, for
it had been decided that they should
be* married there. Torelli was fur-
nished with quarters in the cabin of
the yacht, which had already been
manned and equipped for the voyage
to the Hermudas. Jocelyn had en-
gaged the captain, an old English sea-
"Evie, wouldn't it be nice to get J farer of his acquaintance, to whom
him to finish my portrait here, in be disclosed a portion of his design.
this drawing room? It would save A chaplain, also, was secured—a col-j to dispose accurately of the party of
vour mother from making Jiat iour- lege chum of Jocelyn's, whom he had the second part" And, arriving as
thing to get married, let me tell you
that, Torelli."
He hurried away from the insistent
artist and went up to the captain once
more.
"You understand that you are to
have the anchor weighed and be
ready with steam up to cast off and
leave the harbor?" he said.
"Aye, sir," the captain answered.
"You will make for Jacksonville,
and on no account, unless restrained
by physical force, will you put into
land until Jacksonville Is reached—
a five days' run."
"Lord Jocelyn," said the captain,
"I understand what orders mean. 1
don't pretend to understand them—
that ain't my business. My business
is to obey them, and that you can
reckon on my doing."
"Good—very good, said Jocelyn,
and he left the vessel and betobk
himself to the Squires' mansion.
"The party of the first part hav
ing disposed of the party of the third
part," he mused, "it now remains only
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