Rex Beach

The Crimson Gardenia

Warsaw 2022

Contents

The Crimson Gardenia

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Rope’s End

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Inocencio

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Wag-Lady

“Man Proposes—” The Story Of A Man Who Wanted To Die

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Told In The Storm

The Weight Of Obligation

The Stampede

When The Mail Came In

McGill

The Brand

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Crimson Gardenia

Chapter 1

The royal yacht had anchored amid a thunder of cannon, and the king had gone ashore. The city was bright with bunting; a thousand whistles blew. Up through the festooned streets His Majesty was escorted between long rows of blue-coated officers, behind which the eager crowds were massed for mile upon mile. Thin wire cables were stretched along the curbs, to hold the people back, but these threatened to snap before the weight of the multitude.

In the neighborhood of the raised pavilion where the queen and her maids of honor waited, the press was thickest; here rows of stands had been erected that groaned beneath their freight, while roof-tops and windows, trees and telegraph-poles, were black with clustered humanity.

The king was tall and dark; a long beard hid his face. But the queen was young and blushing, and her waiting-women were fairer than springtime flowers. To a crashing martial air, she handed him a sparkling goblet in which he pledged her happiness, while the street rocked to the roar of many voices, and in the open spaces youths, grotesquely costumed, danced with goblin glee.

Mr. Roland Van Dam secretly thought it all quite fine and inspiriting, but he was too highly schooled to allow himself much emotion. He had been hard put to obtain seats, and had succeeded only through the efforts of a friend, the Duke of Cotton; therefore, he felt, the members of his party might have shown at least a perfunctory appreciation. But they were not the appreciative kind, and their attitude was made plain by Eleanor Banniman’s languid words:

“How dull! It’s nothing like the carnival at Nice, and the people seem very common.”

Her father was dozing uncomfortably, with his two lower chins telescoped into his billowing chest; Mrs. Banniman complained of the heat and the glare, and predicted a headache for herself. Near by, the rest of the party were striving to conceal their lack of interest by guying the crowd below. Van Dam had been the one to suggest this trip to New Orleans for the Mardi Gras, and he felt the weight of entertainment bearing heavily upon him. In consequence, he assumed a sprightly interest that was very far from genuine.

“This sort of thing awakens something medieval inside of one, don’t you know,” he said.

Miss Banniman regarded him with a bland lack of comprehension; her mother moaned weakly, the burden of her complaint being, as usual:

“Why didwe leave Palm Beach?”

“All those dukes and things make me feel as if it were real,” Van Dam explained further. “They say this Rex fellow is a true king during Mardi Gras week, and those chaps in masks are quite like court jesters. Maybe they sing of wars and love and romance–and all that rot.”

“I dare say life was just as uninteresting in olden days as it is now,” Eleanor remarked. “Love and romance exist mainly in books, I fancy. If they ever did exist, we’ve outgrown them, eh, Roly?”

Being a very rich and a very experienced young woman, Miss Banniman prided herself upon her lack of illusion. To be sure, she occasionally permitted Roland to kiss her in celebration of their engagement, but such caresses left her unperturbed; her pulses had never been stirred. She looked upon marriage as a somewhat trying, although necessary, institution. Van Dam, being equally modern and equally satiated by life’s blessings, shared her beliefs in a vague way.

Manifestly, no lover could allow such an assertion as this to go unchallenged, so he rose to the defense of romance, only to hear her say:

“Nonsense! Do be sensible, Roly. Such things aren’t done nowadays.”

“What things aren’t done?”

“Oh, those crude, primitive performances we read about in novels. Nice people don’t fall in love overnight, for instance. They don’t allow themselves to hate, and be jealous, and to rage about like wild animals any more.”

“The idea! Your father is a perfect savage, at heart,” said Mrs. Banniman. She nodded at her sleeping husband, who was roused at that moment by a fly that had strayed into his right nostril. Mr. Banniman sneezed, half opened his eyes, and murmured a feeble anathema before dozing off again. It was plain that he was not greatly enjoying the Mardi Gras.

“All men are primitive,” said Roly, quoting some forgotten author, at which Eleanor eyed him languidly.

“Could you love at first sight and run off with a girl?”

“Certainly not. I’d naturally have to know something about her people–”

“Were you ever jealous?”

“You’ve never given me an occasion,” he told her, gallantly.

“Did you ever hate anybody?”

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