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striking him through his daughter. His former feeling as to the wisdom of not enraging Butler had
proved rather futile, he thought, and since the old man could not be placated it might be just as
well to have Aileen demonstrate to him that she was not without resources of her own and could
live without him. She might force him to change his attitude toward her and possibly even to
modify some of his political machinations against him, Cowperwood. Any port in a storm--and
besides, he had now really nothing to lose, and instinct told him that her move was likely to
prove more favorable than otherwise--so he did nothing to prevent it.
She took her jewels, some underwear, a couple of dresses which she thought would be
serviceable, and a few other things, and packed them in the most capacious portmanteau she
had. Shoes and stockings came into consideration, and, despite her efforts, she found that she
could not get in all that she wished. Her nicest hat, which she was determined to take, had to be
carried outside. She made a separate bundle of it, which was not pleasant to contemplate. Still
she decided to take it. She rummaged in a little drawer where she kept her money and jewels,
and found the three hundred and fifty dollars and put it in her purse. It wasn't much, as Aileen
could herself see, but Cowperwood would help her. If he did not arrange to take care of her, and
her father would not relent, she would have to get something to do. Little she knew of the steely
face the world presents to those who have not been practically trained and are not economically
efficient. She did not understand the bitter reaches of life at all. She waited, humming for effect,
until she heard her father go downstairs to dinner on this tenth day of December, then leaned
over the upper balustrade to make sure that Owen, Callum, Norah, and her mother were at the
table, and that Katy, the housemaid, was not anywhere in sight. Then she slipped into her
father's den, and, taking a note from inside her dress, laid it on his desk, and went out. It was
addressed to "Father," and read:
Dear Father,--I just cannot do what you want me to. I have made up my mind that I love Mr.
Cowperwood too much, so I am going away. Don't look for me with him. You won't find me
where you think. I am not going to him; I will not be there. I am going to try to get along by
myself for a while, until he wants me and can marry me. I'm terribly sorry; but I just can't do what
you want. I can't ever forgive you for the way you acted to me. Tell mama and Norah and the
boys good-by for me.
Aileen
To insure its discovery, she picked up Butler's heavy-rimmed spectacles which he employed
always when reading, and laid them on it. For a moment she felt very strange, somewhat like a
thief-- a new sensation for her. She even felt a momentary sense of ingratitude coupled with
pain. Perhaps she was doing wrong. Her father had been very good to her. Her mother would
feel so very bad. Norah would be sorry, and Callum and Owen. Still, they did not understand her
any more. She was resentful of her father's attitude. He might have seen what the point was;
but no, he was too old, too hidebound in religion and conventional ideas--he never would. He
might never let her come back. Very well, she would get along somehow. She would show him.
She might get a place as a school-teacher, and live with the Calligans a long while, if necessary,
or teach music.
She stole downstairs and out into the vestibule, opening the outer door and looking out into the
street. The lamps were already flaring in the dark, and a cool wind was blowing. Her
portmanteau was heavy, but she was quite strong. She walked briskly to the corner, which was
some fifty feet away, and turned south, walking rather nervously and irritably, for this was a new
experience for her, and it all seemed so undignified, so unlike anything she was accustomed to
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