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CHAPTER I
The Wiles of Womankind
Archibald Rushford, tall, lean, the embodiment of energy, stood at the window, hands in pockets, and stared disgustedly out at the dreary vista of sand-dunes and bathing-machines, closed in the distance by a stretch of gray sea mounting toward a horizon scarcely discernible through the drifting mist which hung above the water.
"Though why you wanted to come here at all," he continued, presumably addressing two young ladies in the room behind him, "or why you want to stay, now you are here, passes my comprehension. One might as well be buried alive, and be done with it. The sensations, I should imagine, are about the same."
"Oh, come, dad!" protested one of the girls, laughing, "you know it isn't so bad as that! There's plenty of lifeвÐânot just at this hour of the morning, perhaps,"вÐâwith a fleeting glance at the empty landscape,вÐâ"but the hour is unfashionable."
"As everything seasonable and sensible seems to be here," put in her father, grimly.
"And such interesting life, too," added the other girl.
"Interesting! Bah! When I want to see monkeys and peacocks, I'll go to a menagerie."
"But you never do go to the menagerie, at home, you know, dad."
"NoвÐâbecause I don't care for monkeys or peacocksвÐâin fact, I particularly detest them!"
"But lions, dad! There are lionsвÐâ"
"In the menagerie at home, perhaps."
"Yes, and in this oneвÐâbigger lions than you ever dreamed of, dad!вÐâperfect monsters of lions!"
"Oh, no, there aren't, Susie," dissented Rushford. "You don't know the species. You've mistaken a bray for a roar, just as a lot of people always do, if the bray is only loud enough. Come, now, let me know the worst. How much longer do you propose to stay here?"
"Well, dad, you see the season won't be at its height for fully a month yetвÐâ"
"A month!" echoed Rushford, in dismay. "Well, Susie, you and Nell may be able to stand it for a month, but long ere that I'll be deadвÐâossified, fossilised, dried up, and blown away! Maybe you girls enjoy it, though I didn't think it of youвÐâbut what can I do? I'm tired of reading day-before-yesterday's newspaper and of being two days behind the market. Two days! Think what may have happened to steel since I've heard from it! It's enough to drive a man mad!"
He got out a cigar, lighted it, and stood puffing it nervously, appalled at the vision his own words had conjured up.
"But, dad," Sue pointed out, coming to his side and taking his arm coaxingly, "you know it was just to get away from all that worryвÐâfrom those horrid stocks and thingsвÐâthat you consented to come with us."
"Don't call the stocks hard names, Susie. Don't go back on your best friends!" protested Rushford. "Don't forget what they've done for you!"
"But, dear, you remember how strongly Doctor Samuels insisted on your taking a rest; how necessary he said it was?"
"Oh, perfectly!" responded Rushford, drily. "I've suspected right along that Samuels took his orders from you."
"From me, dad!" cried Sue, indignantly, but her eyes were shining in a most suspicious manner....