Jasmine, the elder daughter, resembled Kismine in appearance except that she was somewhat bow-legged, and terminated in large hands and feet but was utterly unlike her in temperament. Her favorite books had to do with poor girls who kept house for widowed fathers. John learned from Kismine that Jasmine had never recovered from the shock and disappointment caused her by the termination of the World War, just as she was about to start for Europe as a canteen expert. She had even pined away for a time, and Braddock Washington had taken steps to promote a new war in the Balkans[39] but she had seen a photograph of some wounded Serbian[40] soldiers and lost interest in the whole proceedings. But Percy and Kismine seemed to have inherited the arrogant attitude in all its harsh magnificence from their father. A chaste and consistent selfishness ran like a pattern through their every idea.
John was enchanted by the wonders of the château and the valley. Braddock Washington, so Percy told him, had caused to be kidnapped a landscape gardener, an architect, a designer of state settings, and a French decadent poet left over from the last century. He had put his entire force of negroes at their disposal, guaranteed to supply them with any materials that the world could offer, and left them to work out some ideas of their own. But one by one they had shown their uselessness. The decadent poet had at once begun bewailing his separation from the boulevards in spring he made some vague remarks about spices, apes, and ivories, but said nothing that was of any practical value. The stage designer on his part wanted to make the whole valley a series of tricks and sensational effects a state of things that the Washingtons would soon have grown tired of. And as for the architect and the landscape gardener, they thought only in terms of convention. They must make this like this and that like that.
But they had, at least, solved the problem of what was to be done with them they all went mad early one morning after spending the night in a single room trying to agree upon the location of a fountain, and were now confined comfortably in an insane asylum at Westport, Connecticut.
But, inquired John curiously, who did plan all your wonderful reception rooms and halls, and approaches and bathrooms ?
Well, answered Percy, I blush to tell you, but it was a moving-picture fella. He was the only man we found who was used to playing with an unlimited amount of money, though he did tuck his napkin in his collar and couldnt read or write.
As August drew to a close John began to regret that he must soon go back to school. He and Kismine had decided to elope the following June.
It would be nicer to be married here, Kismine confessed, but of course I could never get fathers permission to marry you at all. Next to that Id rather elope. Its terrible for wealthy people to be married in America at present they always have to send out bulletins to the press saying that theyre going to be married in remnants, when what they mean is just a peck of old second-hand pearls and some used lace worn once by the Empress Eugénie.[41]
I know, agreed John fervently. When I was visiting the Schnlitzer-Murphys, the eldest daughter, Gwendolyn, married a man whose father owns half of West Virginia.[42] She wrote home saying what a tough struggle she was carrying on on his salary as a bank clerk and then she ended up by saying that Thank God, I have four good maids anyhow, and that helps a little.
Its absurd, commented Kismine. Think of the millions and millions of people in the world, laborers and all, who get along with only two maids.
One afternoon late in August a chance remark of Kismines changed the face of the entire situation, and threw John into a state of terror.
They were in their favorite grove, and between kisses John was indulging in some romantic forebodings which he fancied added poignancy to their relations.
Sometimes I think well never marry, he said sadly. Youre too wealthy, too magnificent. No one as rich as you are can be like other girls. I should marry the daughter of some well-to-do wholesale hardware man from Omaha[43] or Sioux City,[44] and be content with her half-million.
I knew the daughter of a wholesale hardware man once, remarked Kismine. I dont think youd have been contented with her. She was a friend of my sisters. She visited here.
Oh, then youve had other guests? exclaimed John in surprise.
Kismine seemed to regret her words.
Oh, yes, she said hurriedly, weve had a few.
But arent you wasnt your father afraid theyd talk outside?
Oh, to some extent, to some extent, she answered. Lets talk about something pleasanter.
But Johns curiosity was aroused.
Something pleasanter! he demanded. Whats unpleasant about that? Werent they nice girls?
To his great surprise Kismine began to weep.
Yes th thats the the whole t-trouble. I grew qu-quite attached to some of them. So did Jasmine, but she kept inv-viting them anyway. I couldnt understand it.
A dark suspicion was born in Johns heart.
Do you mean that they told, and your father had them removed?
Worse than that, she muttered brokenly. Father took no chances and Jasmine kept writing them to come, and they had such a good time!
She was overcome by a paroxysm of grief.
Stunned with the horror of this revelation, John sat there open-mouthed, feeling the nerves of his body twitter like so many sparrows perched upon his spinal column.
Now, Ive told you, and I shouldnt have, she said, calming suddenly and drying her dark blue eyes.
Do you mean to say that your father had them murdered before they left?
She nodded.
In August usually or early in September. Its only natural for us to get all the pleasure out of them that we can first.
How abominable! How why, I must be going crazy! Did you really admit that
I did, interrupted Kismine, shrugging her shoulders. We cant very well imprison them like those aviators, where theyd be a continual reproach to us every day. And its always been made easier for Jasmine and me because father had it done sooner than we expected. In that way we avoided any farewell scene
So you murdered them! Uh! cried John.
It was done very nicely. They were drugged while they were asleep and their families were always told that they died of scarlet fever in Butte.
But I fail to understand why you kept on inviting them!
I didnt, burst out Kismine. I never invited one. Jasmine did. And they always had a very good time. Shed give them the nicest presents toward the last. I shall probably have visitors too Ill harden up to it. We cant let such an inevitable thing as death stand in the way of enjoying life while we have it. Think how lonesome itd be out here if we never had any one. Why, father and mother have sacrificed some of their best friends just as we have.
And so, cried John accusingly, and so you were letting me make love to you and pretending to return it, and talking about marriage, all the time knowing perfectly well that Id never get out of here alive