Susan Lenox-Her Rise and Fall
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They looked to the south.There, too, rose city, mile after mile, and then beyond it the expanse of the bay; and everywhere the lights, the beautiful, soft, starlike lights, shedding a radiance as of heaven itself over the whole scene.Majesty and strength and beauty.

"I love it!" murmured the girl."Already I love it.""I never dreamed it was like this," said Roderick, in an awed tone.

"The City of the Stars," said she, in the caressing tone in which a lover speaks the name of the beloved.

They moved closer together and clasped hands and gazed as if they feared the whole thing--river and magic city and their own selves--would fade away and vanish forever.Susan clutched Rod in terror as she saw the vision suddenly begin to move, to advance toward her, like apparitions in a dream before they vanish.Then she exclaimed, "Why, we are moving!" The big ferryboat, swift, steady as land, noiseless, had got under way.

Upon them from the direction of the distant and hidden sea blew a cool, fresh breeze.Never before had either smelled that perfume, strong and keen and clean, which comes straight from the unbreathed air of the ocean to bathe New York, to put life and hope and health into its people.Rod and Susan turned their faces southward toward this breeze, drank in great draughts of it.They saw a colossal statue, vivid as life in the dusk, in the hand at the end of the high-flung arm a torch which sent a blaze of light streaming out over land and water.

"That must be Liberty," said Roderick.

Susan slipped her arm through his.She was quivering with excitement and joy."Rod--Rod!" she murmured."It's the isles of freedom.Kiss me."And he bent and kissed her, and his cheek felt the tears upon hers.He reached for her hand, with an instinct to strengthen her.But when he had it within his its firm and vital grasp sent a thrill of strength through him.

A few minutes, and they paused at the exit from the ferry house.

They almost shrank back, so dazed and helpless did they feel before the staggering billows of noise that swept savagely down upon them--roar and crash, shriek and snort; the air was shuddering with it, the ground quaking.The beauty had vanished--the beauty that was not the city but a glamour to lure them into the city's grasp; now that city stood revealed as a monster about to seize and devour them.

"God!" He shouted in her ear."Isn't this _frightful!_"She was recovering more quickly than he.The faces she saw reassured her.They were human faces; and while they were eager and restless, as if the souls behind them sought that which never could be found, they were sane and kind faces, too.Where others of her own race lived, and lived without fear, she, too, could hope to survive.And already she, who had loved this mighty offspring of the sea and the sky at first glance, saw and felt another magic--the magic of the peopled solitude.In this vast, this endless solitude she and he would be free.They could do as they pleased, live as they pleased, without thought of the opinion of others.Here she could forget the bestial horrors of marriage; here she would fear no scornful pointing at her birthbrand of shame.She and Rod could be poor without shame;they could make their fight in the grateful darkness of obscurity.

"Scared?" he asked.

"Not a bit," was her prompt answer."I love it more than ever.""Well, it frightens me a little.I feel helpless--lost in the noise and the crowd.How can I do anything here!""Others have.Others do."

"Yes--yes! That's so.We must take hold!" And he selected a cabman from the shouting swarm."We want to go, with two trunks, to the Hotel St.Denis," said he.

"All right, sir! Gimme the checks, please."

Spenser was about to hand them over when Susan said in an undertone, "You haven't asked the price."Spenser hastened to repair this important omission."Ten dollars," replied the cabman as if ten dollars were some such trifle as ten cents.

Spenser laughed at the first experience of the famous New York habit of talking in a faint careless way of large sums of money--other people's money."You did save us a swat," he said to Susan, and beckoned another man.The upshot of a long and arduous discussion, noisy and profane, was that they got the carriage for six dollars--a price which the policeman who had been drawn into the discussion vouched for as reasonable.

Spenser knew it was too high, knew the policeman would get a dollar or so of the profit, but he was weary of the wrangle; and he would not listen to Susan's suggestion that they have the trunks sent by the express company and themselves go in a street car for ten cents.At the hotel they got a large comfortable room and a bath for four dollars a day.Spenser insisted it was cheap; Susan showed her alarm--less than an hour in New York and ten dollars gone, not to speak of she did not know how much change.For Roderick had been scattering tips with what is for some mysterious reason called "a princely hand," though princes know too well the value of money and have too many extravagant tastes ever to go far in sheer throwing away.

They had dinner in the restaurant of the hotel and set out to explore the land they purposed to subdue and to possess.They walked up Broadway to Fourteenth, missed their way in the dazzle and glare of south Union Square, discovered the wandering highway again after some searching.After the long, rather quiet stretch between Union Square and Thirty-fourth Street they found themselves at the very heart of the city's night life.They gazed in wonder upon the elevated road with its trains thundering by high above them.They crossed Greeley Square and stood entranced before the spectacle--a street bright as day with electric signs of every color, shape and size; sidewalks jammed with people, most of them dressed with as much pretense to fashion as the few best in Cincinnati; one theater after another, and at Forty-second Street theaters in every direction.