The head of the Lycurgus branch of the Griffiths, as contrasted with the father of the Kansas City family, was most arresting. Unlike his shorter and more confused brother of the Door of Hope, whom he had not even seenfor thirty years, he was a little above the average in height, very well-knit, although comparatively slender,shrewd of eye, and incisive both as to manner and speech. Long used to contending for himself, and having comeby effort as well as results to know that he was above the average in acumen and commercial ability, he wasinclined at times to be a bit intolerant of those who were not. He was not ungenerous or unpleasant in manner,but always striving to maintain a calm and judicial air. And he told himself by way of excuse for his mannerismsthat he was merely accepting himself at the value that others placed upon him and all those who, like himself,were successful.
Having arrived in Lycurgus about twenty-five years before with some capital and a determination to invest in anew collar enterprise which had been proposed to him, he had succeeded thereafter beyond his wildestexpectations. And naturally he was vain about it. His family at this time--twenty-five years later--unquestionablyoccupied one of the best, as well as the most tastefully constructed residences in Lycurgus. They were alsoesteemed as among the few best families of this region--being, if not the oldest, at least among the mostconservative, respectable and successful in Lycurgus. His two younger children, if not the eldest, were much tothe front socially in the younger and gayer set and so far nothing had happened to weaken or darken his prestige.
On returning from Chicago on this particular day, after having concluded several agreements there which spelledtrade harmony and prosperity for at least one year, he was inclined to feel very much at ease and on good termswith the world. Nothing had occurred to mar his trip. In his absence the Griffiths Collar and Shirt Company hadgone on as though he had been present. Trade orders at the moment were large.
Now as he entered his own door he threw down a heavy bag and fashionably made coat and turned to see whathe rather expected--Bella hurrying toward him. Indeed she was his pet, the most pleasing and different andartistic thing, as he saw it, that all his years had brought to him--youth, health, gayety, intelligence andaffection--all in the shape of a pretty daughter.
"Oh, Daddy," she called most sweetly and enticingly as she saw him enter. "Is that you?""Yes. At least it feels a little like me at the present moment. How's my baby girl?" And he opened his arms andreceived the bounding form of his last born. "There's a good, strong, healthy girl, I'll say," he announced as hewithdrew his affectionate lips from hers. "And how's the bad girl been behaving herself since I left? No fibbingthis time.""Oh, just fine, Daddy. You can ask any one. I couldn't be better.""And your mother?""She's all right, Daddy. She's up in her room. I don't think she heard you come in.""And Myra? Is she back from Albany yet?""Yes. She's in her room. I heard her playing just now. I just got in myself a little while ago.""Ay, hai. Gadding about again. I know you." He held up a genial forefinger, warningly, while Bella swung ontoone of his arms and kept pace with him up the stairs to the floor above.
"Oh, no, I wasn't either, now," she cooed shrewdly and sweetly. "Just see how you pick on me, Daddy. I wasonly over with Sondra for a little while. And what do you think, Daddy? They're going to give up the place atGreenwood and build a big handsome bungalow up on Twelfth Lake right away. And Mr. Finchley's going tobuy a big electric launch for Stuart and they're going to live up there next summer, maybe all the time, from Mayuntil October. And soare the Cranstons, maybe."Mr. Griffiths, long used to his younger daughter's wiles, was interested at the moment not so much by thethought that she wished to convey--that Twelfth Lake was more desirable, socially than Greenwood--as he wasby the fact that the Finchleys were able to make this sudden and rather heavy expenditure for social reasons only.
Instead of answering Bella he went on upstairs and into his wife's room. He kissed Mrs. Griffiths, looked in uponMyra, who came to the door to embrace him, and spoke of the successful nature of the trip. One could see by theway he embraced his wife that there was an agreeable understanding between them--no disharmony--by the wayhe greeted Myra that if he did not exactly sympathize with her temperament and point of view, at least heincluded her within the largess of his affection.
As they were talking Mrs. Truesdale announced that dinner was ready, and Gilbert, having completed his toilet,now entered.
"I say, Dad," he called, "I have an interesting thing I want to see you about in the morning. Can I?""All right, I'll be there. Come in about noon.""Come on all, or the dinner will be getting cold," admonished Mrs. Griffiths earnestly, and forthwith Gilbertturned and went down, followed by Griffiths, who still had Bella on his arm. And after him came Mrs. Griffithsand Myra, who now emerged from her room and joined them.
Once seated at the table, the family forthwith began discussing topics of current local interest. For Bella, whowas the family's chief source of gossip, gathering the most of it from the Snedeker School, through which all thesocial news appeared to percolate most swiftly, suddenly announced: "What do you think, Mamma? RosettaNicholson, that niece of Mrs. Disston Nicholson, who was over here last summer from Albany--you know, shecame over the night of the Alumnae Garden Party on our lawn--you remember--the young girl with the yellowhair and squinty blue eyes--her father owns that big wholesale grocery over there--well, she's engaged to thatHerbert Tickham of Utica, who was visiting Mrs. Lambert last summer. You don't remember him, but I do. Hewas tall and dark and sorta awkward, and awfully pale, but very handsome--oh, a regular movie hero.""There you go, Mrs. Griffiths," interjected Gilbert shrewdly and cynically to his mother. "A delegation from theMisses Snedeker's Select School sneaks off to the movies to brush up on heroes from time to time."Griffiths senior suddenly observed: "I had a curious experience in Chicago this time, something I think the rest ofyou will be interested in." He was thinking of an accidental encounter two days before in Chicago betweenhimself and the eldest son, as it proved to be, of his younger brother Asa. Also of a conclusion he had come to inregard to him.
"Oh, what is it, Daddy?" pleaded Bella at once. "Do tell me about it.""Spin the big news, Dad," added Gilbert, who, because of the favor of his father, felt very free and close to himalways.
"Well, while I was in Chicago at the Union League Club, I met a young man who is related to us, a cousin of youthree children, by the way, the eldest son of my brother Asa, who is out in Denver now, I understand. I haven'tseen or heard from him in thirty years." He paused and mused dubiously.
"Not the one who is a preacher somewhere, Daddy?" inquired Bella, looking up.
"Yes, the preacher. At least I understand he was for a while after he left home. But his son tells me he has giventhat up now. He's connected with something in Denver--a hotel, I think.""But what's his son like?" interrogated Bella, who only knew such well groomed and ostensibly conservativeyouths and men as her present social status and s............