The Bacillus of Beauty: A Romance of To-dayStark, Harriet
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The Bacillus of Beauty: A Romance of To-day
Stark, Harriet
Beauty, Personal -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Science fiction
"But, Nelly--" he hesitated. "You're alone here?"
He had not before alluded to Mrs. Whitney, though I suppose he
understood that she had gone; I appreciated his delicacy.
"I'm afraid you'll be asked about that," he went on; "asked, I mean,
how a young woman without money maintains a fine apartment. They'll
inquire about your servants, the daily expenses of your table, your
wine bills, if you ever have any; then they'll question you about your
visitors, their character and number, and try to wring admissions from
you, and to give sinister shades to innocent relations. The reporters
will all be there, a swarm of them. You're a semi-public character,
more's the pity, and some lawyers like to be known for their severity
to debtors. What a field day for the press! The beautiful Miss Winship
in supplementary proceedings--columns of testimony, pages of
pictures--! Ugh! In a word, the experience is so severe that you cannot
undergo it."
"I don't see how it's to be helped; is it a crime to live alone?" I
said. "I won't ask Uncle Timothy for money--and have Aunt Frank know
about it."
Again he hesitated, then he said more slowly, but plumping out the last
words in a kind of desperation: "I've heard a woman--once--asked if she
had a lover--to pay the money, you know."
I didn't understand at first; then a flush deepened upon my face.
"They wouldn't dare! This woman knows all about me; why, she's Meg Van
Dam's dressmaker; Mrs. Whitney's too--" I said.
"I've heard it done," John repeated patiently. "You must pardon me. I
didn't want to go into this phase of it, but it may explain what, with
your permission, I am about to do. Now, before I go--for I must go at
once to find this attorney, at his house, the Democratic Club,
anywhere--I must be frank with you."
He was already at the door, where he turned and faced me, looking
almost handsome in his sturdy manliness, his colour heightened by
excitement.
"I must tell you one thing," he went on very slowly. "I haven't in all
the world a fraction of the money called for by this one bill; but in a
way I have made some success. I am beginning to be known. If I myself
offer terms, so much cash down, so much a month, pledging my word for
the payment, the woman's lawyer will agree. She'll be glad to get the
money in that way, or in any way. But I must guard your reputation. I
shall tell plaintiff's counsel that you are my affianced wife, that I
didn't know how badly you were in debt--both statements are true--and
that I assume payment. I wish to assure you that, in thus asserting our
old relation, I shall not presume upon the liberty I am obliged to
take."
I think I have treated John badly; yet he brought me help. And he had
no thought of recompense. Since he has seen how useless it was, he has
ceased to pester me with love making, but has been simply, kindly
helpful. And I have been so lonely, so harassed and tormented.
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