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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Ramsey Milholland + +Author: Booth Tarkington + +Release Date: March 21, 2006 [EBook #2595] +Last Updated: March 3, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RAMSEY MILHOLLAND *** + + + + +Produced by Earle Beach and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + RAMSEY MILHOLLAND + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + by Booth Tarkington + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h4> + To the Memory of Billy Miller (William Henry Harrison Miller II) <br /> + 1908 - 1918 <br /> Little Patriot, Good Citizen, Friend of Mankind + </h4> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> Chapter I </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> Chapter II </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> Chapter III </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> Chapter IV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> Chapter V </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> Chapter VI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> Chapter VII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> Chapter VIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> Chapter IX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> Chapter X </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> Chapter XI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> Chapter XII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> Chapter XIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> Chapter XIV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> Chapter XV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> Chapter XVI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> Chapter XVII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> Chapter XVIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> Chapter XIX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> Chapter XX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> Chapter XXI </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + Chapter I + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + When Johnnie comes marching home again, + Hurrah! Hurrah! + We'll give him a hearty welcome then, + Hurrah! Hurrah! + The men with the cheers, the boys with shouts, + The ladies they will all turn out, + And we'll all feel gay, when Johnnie comes marching home again! +</pre> + <p> + The old man and the little boy, his grandson, sat together in the shade of + the big walnut tree in the front yard, watching the “Decoration Day + Parade,” as it passed up the long street; and when the last of the + veterans was out of sight the grandfather murmured the words of the tune + that came drifting back from the now distant band at the head of the + procession. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we'll all feel gay when Johnnie comes marching home again,” he + finished, with a musing chuckle. + </p> + <p> + “Did you, Grandpa?” the boy asked. + </p> + <p> + “Did I what?” + </p> + <p> + “Did you all feel gay when the army got home?” + </p> + <p> + “It didn't get home all at once, precisely,” the grandfather explained. + “When the war was over I suppose we felt relieved, more than anything + else.” + </p> + <p> + “You didn't feel so gay when the war <i>was</i>, though, I guess!” the boy + ventured. + </p> + <p> + “I guess we didn't.” + </p> + <p> + “Were you scared, Grandpa? Were you ever scared the Rebels would win?” + </p> + <p> + “No. We weren't ever afraid of that.” + </p> + <p> + “Not any at all?” + </p> + <p> + “No. Not any at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, weren't you ever scared yourself, Grandpa? I mean when you were in + a battle.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes; <i>then</i> I was.” The old man laughed. “Scared plenty!” + </p> + <p> + “I don't see why,” the boy said promptly. “I wouldn't be scared in a + battle.” + </p> + <p> + “Wouldn't you?” + </p> + <p> + “'Course not! Grandpa, why don't you march in the Decoration Day Parade? + Wouldn't they let you?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not able to march any more. Too short of breath and too shaky in the + legs and too blind.” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't care,” said the boy. “I'd be in the parade anyway, if I was + you. They had some sittin' in carriages, 'way at the tail end; but I + wouldn't like that. If I'd been in your place, Grandpa, and they'd let me + be in that parade, I'd been right up by the band. Look, Grandpa! Watch me, + Grandpa! This is the way I'd be, Grandpa.” + </p> + <p> + He rose from the garden bench where they sat, and gave a complex imitation + of what had most appealed to him as the grandeurs of the procession, his + prancing legs simulating those of the horse of the grand marshal, while + his upper parts rendered the drums and bugles of the band, as well as the + officers and privates of the militia company which had been a feature of + the parade. The only thing he left out was the detachment of veterans. + </p> + <p> + “Putty-boom! Putty-boom! Putty-boom-boom-boom!” he vociferated, as the + drums—and then as the bugles: “Ta, ta, ra, tara!” He addressed his + restive legs: “<i>Whoa</i>, there, you Whitey! Gee! Haw! Git up!” Then, + waving an imaginary sword: “Col-lumn right! Farwud <i>March!</i> Halt! + Carry <i>harms!</i>” He “carried arms.” “Show-dler <i>harms!</i>” He + “shouldered arms,” and returned to his seat. + </p> + <p> + “That'd be me, Grandpa. That's the way I'd do.” And as the grandfather + nodded, seeming to agree, a thought recently dismissed returned to the + mind of the composite procession and he asked: + </p> + <p> + “Well, <i>why</i> weren't you ever afraid the Rebels would whip the + Unions, Grandpa?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, we knew they couldn't.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess so.” The little boy laughed disdainfully, thinking his question + satisfactorily answered. “I guess those ole Rebels couldn't whipped a + flea! They didn't know how to fight any at all, did they, Grandpa?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, they did!” + </p> + <p> + “What?” The boy was astounded. “Weren't they all just reg'lar ole cowards, + Grandpa?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said the grandfather. “They were pretty fine soldiers.” + </p> + <p> + “They were? Well, they ran away whenever you began shootin' at 'em, didn't + they?” + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes they did, but most times they didn't. Sometimes they fought + like wildcats—and sometimes we were the ones that ran away.” + </p> + <p> + “What for?” + </p> + <p> + “To keep from getting killed, or maybe to keep from getting captured.” + </p> + <p> + “But the Rebels were bad men, weren't they, Grandpa?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + The boy's forehead, customarily vacant, showed some little vertical + shadows, produced by a struggle to think. “Well, but—” he began, + slowly. “Listen, Grandpa, listen here!” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “Listen! Well, you said—you said you never got scared the ole Rebels + were goin' to win.” + </p> + <p> + “They did win pretty often,” said the grandfather. “They won a good many + battles.” + </p> + <p> + “I mean, you said you never got scared they'd win the war.” + </p> + <p> + “No, we were never afraid of that.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but if they were good men and fought like wildcats, Grandpa, and + kep' winning battles and everything, how could that be? How could you <i>help</i> + bein' scared they'd win the war?” + </p> + <p> + The grandfather's feeble eyes twinkled brightly. “Why, we <i>knew</i> they + couldn't, Ramsey.” + </p> + <p> + At this, the little vertical shadows on Ramsey's forehead became more + pronounced, for he had succeeded in thinking. “Well, <i>they</i> didn't + know they couldn't, did they?” he argued. “They thought they were goin' to + win, didn't they?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I guess they did. Up till toward the last, I suppose they probably + did. But you see they were wrong.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but—” Ramsey struggled. “Listen! Listen here, Grandpa! Well, + anyway, if they never got scared <i>we'd</i> win, and nobody got scared <i>they'd</i> + win—well, I don't see—” + </p> + <p> + “You don't see what?” + </p> + <p> + But Ramsey found himself unable to continue his concentration; he slumped + down upon the small of his back, and his brow relaxed to its more + comfortable placidity, while his eyes wandered with a new butterfly + fluttering over the irises that bordered the iron picket fence at the + south side of the yard. “Oh, nothin' much,” he murmured. + </p> + <p> + “I see.” And his grandfather laughed again. “You mean: If the Rebels felt + just as sure of winning the war as we did, and kept winning battles why + shouldn't we ever have had any doubts that we were going to win? That's + it, isn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “I guess so, Grandpa.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I think it was mostly because we were certain that we were right.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” said Ramsey. “The Rebels knew they were on the side of the + Devil.” But at this, the grandfather's laugh was louder than it had been + before, and Ramsey looked hurt. “Well, you can laugh if you want to!” he + objected in an aggrieved voice. “Anyway, the Sunday-school sup'intendent + told us when people knew they were on the Devil's side they always—” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say, I dare say,” the old man interrupted, a little impatiently. + “But in this world mighty few people think they're on the Devil's side, + Ramsey. There was a Frenchman once, in olden times; he said people were + crazy because, though they couldn't even make worms, they believed they + could make gods. And so whenever countries or parts of a country get into + a war, each side makes a god and a devil, and says: 'God's on our side and + the Devil's on the other.' The South thought the Devil was on our side, + you see.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that kind o' mixes it all up more'n ever.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it seems so; but Abraham Lincoln wasn't mixed up about it. When some + people told him that God was on our side, he said the important thing was + to find out if we were on God's side. That was the whole question, you + see; because either side could make up a god, the kind of a god they liked + and wanted; and then they'd believe in him, too, and fight for him—but + if he was only a made-up god they'd lose. President Lincoln didn't want to + have a made-up god on his side; he wanted to find God Himself and find out + what he wanted, and then do it. And that's what Lincoln did.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don't understand much of all <i>that</i>!” + </p> + <p> + “No? Then suppose you look at it this way: The South was fighting for what + it believed to be its rights, but we weren't fighting for our rights; we + were fighting for the right. The South was fighting for what it believed + to be its right to split the Union and be a country by itself; but we were + fighting for 'Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable.' It + wasn't only the Union we fought for; it was Freedom. The South wanted + freedom to leave the Union; but the reason the South wanted that freedom + to separate from us was because <i>we</i> wanted the Freedom of Man. <i>There's</i> + the reason we had the certain knowledge that we were going to win the war. + How plain and simple it is!” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey didn't think so. He had begun to feel bored by the conversation, + and to undergo the oppression he usually suffered in school; yet he took a + little interest in the inexplicable increase of fervour with which his + grandfather spoke, and in a shoot of sunshine which somehow got through + the foliage of the walnut tree and made a bedazzlement of glinting fine + lines in one spot, about the size of a saucer, upon the old man's head of + thick white hair. Half closing his eyes, drowsily, Ramsey played that this + sunshine spot was a white bird's-nest and, and he had a momentary half + dream of a glittering little bird that dwelt there and wore a blue soldier + cap on its head. The earnest old voice of the veteran was only a sound in + the boy's ears. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it's simple and plain enough now, though then we didn't often think + of it in exactly this way, but just went on fighting and never doubted. We + knew the struggle and suffering of our fathers and grandfathers to make a + great country here for Freedom, and we knew that all this wasn't just the + whim of a foolish god, willing to waste such great things—we knew + that such a country couldn't have been building up just to be wasted. But, + more than that, we knew that armies fighting for the Freedom of Man <i>had</i> + to win, in the long run, over armies that fought for what they considered + their rights. + </p> + <p> + “We didn't set out to free the slaves, so far as we knew. Yet our being + against slavery was what made the war, and we had the consciousness that + we were on the side of God's plan, because His plan is clearly the Freedom + of Man. Long ago we began to see the hints of His plan—a little like + the way you can see what's coming in August from what happens in April, + but man has to win his freedom from himself—men in the light have to + fight against men in the dark of their own shadow. That light is the + answer; we had the light that made us never doubt. Ours was the true + light, and so we—” + </p> + <p> + “Boom—” The veterans had begun to fire their cannon on the crest of + the low hill, out at the cemetery; and from a little way down the street + came the rat-a-tat of a toy drum and sounds of a fife played execrably. A + file of children in cocked hats made of newspapers came marching + importantly up the sidewalk under the maple shade trees; and in advance, + upon a velocipede, rode a tin-sworded personage, shrieking incessant + commands but not concerning himself with whether or not any military + obedience was thereby obtained. Here was a revivifying effect upon young + Ramsey; his sluggard eyelids opened electrically; he leaped to his feet + and, abandoning his grandfather without preface or apology, sped across + the lawn and out of the gate, charging headlong upon the commander of the + company. + </p> + <p> + “You get off that 'locipede, Wesley Bender!” he bellowed. “You gimme that + sword! What rights you got to go bein' captain o' my army, I'd like to + know! Who got up this army, in the first place, I'd like to know! I did, + myself yesterd'y afternoon, and you get back in line or I won't let you + b'long to it at all!” + </p> + <p> + The pretender succumbed; he instantly dismounted, being out-shouted and + overawed. On foot he took his place in the ranks, while Ramsey became + sternly vociferous. “In-tention, company! Farwud <i>march</i>! Col-lumn <i>right</i>! + Right-showdler <i>harms</i>! Halt! Far-wud <i>march</i>. Carry harms—” + </p> + <p> + The Army went trudging away under the continuous but unheeded fire of + orders, and presently disappeared round a corner, leaving the veteran + chuckling feebly under his walnut tree and alone with the empty street. + All trace of what he had said seemed to have been wiped from the + grandson's mind; but memory has curious ways. Ramsey had understood not a + fifth nor a tenth of his grandfather's talk, and already he had + “forgotten” all of it—yet not only were there many, many times in + the boy's later life when, without ascertainable cause, he would remember + the sunlight falling upon the old man's white head, to make that semblance + of a glittering bird's-nest there, but with the picture came recollections + of words and sentences spoken by the grandfather, though the listener, + half-drowsily, had heard but the sound of an old, earnest voice—and + even the veteran's meaning finally took on a greater definiteness till it + became, in the grandson's thoughts, something clear and bright and + beautiful that he knew without being just sure where or how he had learned + it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter II + </h2> + <p> + Ramsey Milholland sat miserably in school, his conscious being consisting + principally of a dull hate. Torpor was a little dispersed during a + fifteen-minute interval of “Music,” when he and all the other pupils in + the large room of the “Five B. Grade” sang repeated fractions of what they + enunciated as “The Star Span-guh-hulled Banner”; but afterward he relapsed + into the low spirits and animosity natural to anybody during enforced + confinement under instruction. No alleviation was accomplished by an + invader's temporary usurpation of the teacher's platform, a brisk and + unsympathetically cheerful young woman mounting thereon to “teach German.” + </p> + <p> + For a long time mathematics and German had been about equally repulsive to + Ramsey, who found himself daily in the compulsory presence of both; but he + was gradually coming to regard German with the greater horror, because, + after months of patient mental resistance, he at last began to comprehend + that the German language has sixteen special and particular ways of using + the German article corresponding to that flexible bit of a word so easily + managed English—<i>the</i>. What in the world was the use of having + sixteen ways of doing a thing that could just as well be done in one? If + the Germans had contented themselves with insisting upon sixteen useless + variations for infrequent words, such as <i>hippopotamus</i>, for + instance, Ramsey might have thought the affair unreasonable but not + necessarily vicious—it would be easy enough to avoid talking about a + hippopotamus if he ever had to go to Germany. But the fact that the + Germans picked out <i>a</i> and <i>the</i> and many other little words in + use all the time, and gave every one of them sixteen forms, and expected + Ramsey Milholland to learn this dizzying uselessness down to the last + crotchety detail, with “When to employ Which” as a nausea to prepare for + the final convulsion when one <i>didn't</i> use Which, because it was an + “Exception”—there was a fashion of making easy matters hard that was + merely hellish. + </p> + <p> + The teacher was strict but enthusiastic; she told the children, over and + over, that German was a beautiful language, and her face always had a glow + when she said this. At such times the children looked patient; they + supposed it must be so, because she was an adult and their teacher; and + they believed her with the same manner of believing which those of them + who went to Sunday-school used there when the Sunday-school teachers were + pushed into explanations of various matters set forth in the Old + Testament, or gave reckless descriptions of heaven. That is to say, the + children did not challenge or deny; already they had been driven into + habits of resignation and were passing out of the age when childhood is + able to reject adult nonsense. + </p> + <p> + Thus, to Ramsey Milholland, the German language seemed to be a collection + of perverse inventions for undeserved torment; it was full of revolting + surprises in the way of genders; vocally it often necessitated the + employment of noises suggestive of an incompletely mastered knowledge of + etiquette; and far inside him there was something faintly but constantly + antagonistic to it—yet, when the teacher declared that German was + incomparably the most beautiful language in the world, one of the many + facets of his mind submissively absorbed the statement as light to be + passed inward; it was part of the lesson to be learned. He did not know + whether the English language was beautiful or not; he never thought about + that, and no one ever said anything to him about it. Moreover, though his + deeper inward hated “German,” he liked his German teacher, and it was + pleasant to look at her when that glow came upon her face. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes, too, there were moments of relaxation in her class, when she + would stop the lesson and tell the children about Germany: what a + beautiful, good country it was, so trim and orderly, with such pleasant + customs, and all the people sensible and energetic and healthy. There was + “Music” again in the German class, which was another alleviation; though + it was the same old “Star Spangled Banner” over again. Ramsey was tired of + the song and tired of “My Country 'Tis of Thee”; they were bores, but it + was amusing to sing them in German. In German they sounded “sort o' + funny,” so he didn't mind this bit of the day's work. + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later there arrived his supreme trial of this particular + morning. Arithmetic then being the order of business before the house, he + was sent alone to the blackboard, supposedly to make lucid the proper + reply to a fatal conundrum in decimals, and under the glare and focus of + the whole room he breathed heavily and itched everywhere; his brain at + once became sheer hash. He consumed as much time as possible in getting + the terms of the problem stated in chalk; then, affecting to be critical + of his own handiwork, erased what he had done and carefully wrote it + again. After that, he erased half of it, slowly retraced the figures, and + stepped back as if to see whether perspective improved their appearance. + Again he lifted the eraser. + </p> + <p> + “Ramsey Milholland!” + </p> + <p> + “Ma'am?” + </p> + <p> + “Put down that eraser!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes'm. I just thought—” + </p> + <p> + Sharply bidden to get forward with his task, he explained in a feeble + voice that he had first to tie a shoe string and stooped to do so, but was + not permitted. Miss Ridgely tried to stimulate him with hints and + suggestion; found him, so far as decimals went, mere protoplasm, and, + wondering how so helpless a thing could live, summoned to the board little + Dora Yocum, the star of the class, whereupon Ramsey moved toward his seat. + </p> + <p> + “Stand still, Ramsey! You stay right where you are and try to learn + something from the way Dora does it.” + </p> + <p> + The class giggled, and Ramsey stood, but learned nothing. His + conspicuousness was unendurable, because all of his schoolmates naturally + found more entertainment in watching him than in following the performance + of the capable Dora. He put his hands in and out of his pockets; was + bidden to hold them still, also not to shuffle his feet; and when in a + false assumption of ease he would have scratched his head Miss Ridgely's + severity increased, so that he was compelled to give over the attempt. + </p> + <p> + Instructed to watch every figure chalked up by the mathematical wonder, + his eyes, grown sodden, were unable to remove themselves from the part in + her hair at the back of her head, where two little braids began their + separate careers to end in a couple of blue-and-red checked bits of + ribbon, one upon each of her thin shoulder blades. He was conscious that + the part in Dora's shining brown hair was odious, but he was unconscious + of anything arithmetical. His sensations clogged his intellect; he + suffered from unsought notoriety, and hated Dora Yocum; most of all he + hated her busy little shoulder blades. + </p> + <p> + He had to be “kept in” after school; and when he was allowed to go home he + averted his eyes as he went by the house where Dora lived. She was out in + the yard, eating a doughnut, and he knew it; but he had passed the age + when it is just as permissible to throw a rock at a girl as at a boy; and + stifling his normal inclinations, he walked sturdily on, though he + indulged himself so far as to engage in a murmured conversation with one + of the familiar spirits dwelling somewhere within him. “Pfa!” said Ramsey + to himself—or himself to Ramsey, since it is difficult to say which + was which. “Pfa! Thinks she's smart, don't she?”... “Well, I guess she + does, but she ain't!” ... “I hate her, don't you?”... “You bet your life I + hate her!”... “Teacher's Pet, that's what <i>I</i> call her!”... “Well, + that's what <i>I</i> call her, too, don't I?” “Well, <i>I</i> do; that's + all she is, anyway—dirty ole Teacher's Pet!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter III + </h2> + <p> + He had not forgiven her four years later when he entered high school in + her company, for somehow Ramsey managed to shovel his way through + examinations and stayed with the class. By this time he had a long + accumulation of reasons for hating her: Dora's persistent and increasing + competency was not short of flamboyant, and teachers naturally got the + habit of flinging their quickest pupil in the face of their slowest and + “dumbest.” Nevertheless, Ramsey was unable to deny that she had become + less awful lookin' than she used to be. At least, he was honest enough to + make a partial retraction when his friend and classmate, Fred Mitchell, + insisted that an amelioration of Dora's appearance could be actually + proven. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'll take it back. I don't claim she's every last bit as awful + lookin' as she always has been,” said Ramsey, toward the conclusion of the + argument. “I'll say this for her, she's awful lookin', but she may not be + as awful lookin' as she was. She don't come to school with the edge of + some of her underclo'es showin' below her dress any more, about every + other day, and her eyewinkers have got to stickin' out some, and she may + not be so abbasa<i>loot</i>ly skinny, but she'll haf to wait a mighty long + while before <i>I</i> want to look at her without gettin' sick!” + </p> + <p> + The implication that Miss Yocum cared to have Ramsey look at her, either + with or without gettin' sick, was mere rhetoric, and recognized as such by + the producer of it; she had never given the slightest evidence of any + desire that his gaze be bent upon her. What truth lay underneath his + flourish rested upon the fact that he could not look at her without some + symptoms of the sort he had tersely sketched to his friend; and yet, so + pungent is the fascination of self-inflicted misery, he did look at her, + during periods of study, often for three or four minutes at a stretch. His + expression at such times indeed resembled that of one who has dined + unwisely; but Dora Yocum was always too eagerly busy to notice it. He was + almost never in her eye, but she was continually in his; moreover, as the + banner pupil she was with hourly frequency an exhibit before the whole + class. + </p> + <p> + Ramsey found her worst of all when her turn came in “Declamation,” on + Friday afternoons. When she ascended the platform, bobbed a little + preliminary bow and began, “Listen, my children, and you shall hear,” + Ramsey included Paul Revere and the Old North Church and the whole + Revolutionary War in his antipathy, since they somehow appeared to be the + property of the Teacher's Pet. For Dora held this post in “Declamation” as + well as in everything else; here, as elsewhere, the hateful child's + prowess surpassed that of all others; and the teacher always entrusted her + with the rendition of the “patriotic selections”: Dora seemed to take fire + herself when she declared: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The fate of a nation was riding that night; + And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight, + Kindled the land into flame with its heat.” + </pre> + <p> + Ramsey himself was in the same section of declaimers, and performed next—a + ghastly contrast. He gave a “selection from Shakespeare,” assigned by the + teacher; and he began this continuous misfortune by stumbling violently as + he ascended the platform, which stimulated a general giggle already in + being at the mere calling of his name. All of the class were bright with + happy anticipation, for the miserable Ramsey seldom failed their hopes, + particularly in “Declamation.” He faced them, his complexion wan, his + expression both baleful and horrified; and he began in a loud, hurried + voice, from which every hint of intelligence was excluded: + </p> + <p> + “Most pottent, grave, and rev—” + </p> + <p> + The teacher tapped sharply on her desk, and stopped him. “You've forgotten + to bow,” she said. “And don't say 'pottent.' The word is 'potent'.” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey flopped his head at the rear wall of the room, and began again: + </p> + <p> + “Most pottent potent gray and revenerd signers my very nobe and approve + good masters that I have tan away this sole man's dutter it is mose true + true I have marry dur the very headman frun tuv my fending hath this + extent no more rude am I in speech—in speech—rude am I in + speech—in speech—in speech—in speech—” + </p> + <p> + He had stalled. Perhaps the fatal truth of that phrase, and some sense of + its applicability to the occasion had interfered with the mechanism which + he had set in operation to get rid of the “recitation” for him. At all + events, the machine had to run off its job all at once, or it wouldn't run + at all. Stopped, it stayed stopped, and backing off granted no new + impetus, though he tried, again and again. “Hath this extent no more rude + am I in speech—” He gulped audibly. “Rude rude rude am I—rude + am I in speech—in speech—in speech. Rude am I in speech—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” the irritated teacher said, as Ramsey's failing voice continued + huskily to insist upon this point. “I think you are!” And her nerves were + a little soothed by the shout of laughter from the school—it was + never difficult for teachers to be witty. “Go sit down, Ramsey, and do it + after school.” + </p> + <p> + His ears roaring, the unfortunate went to his seat, and, among all the + hilarious faces, one stood out—Dora Yocum's. Her laughter was + precocious; it was that of a confirmed superior, insufferably adult—she + was laughing at him as a grown person laughs at a child. Conspicuously and + unmistakably, there was something indulgent in her amusement. He choked. + Here was a little squirt of a high-school girl who would trot up to George + Washington himself and show off around him, given the opportunity; and + George Washington would probably pat her on the head, or give her a medal—or + something. Well, let him! Ramsey didn't care. He didn't care for George + Washington, or Paul Revere, or Shakespeare, or any of 'em. They could all + go to the dickens with Dora Yocum. They were all a lot of smarties anyway + and he hated the whole stew of 'em! + </p> + <p> + There was one, however, whom he somehow couldn't manage to hate, even + though this one officially seemed to be as intimately associated with Dora + Yocum and superiority as the others were. Ramsey couldn't hate Abraham + Lincoln, even when Dora was chosen to deliver the “Gettysburg Address” on + the twelfth of February. Vaguely, yet reassuringly, Ramsey felt that + Lincoln had resisted adoption by the intellectuals. Lincoln had said + “Government of the people, by the people, for the people,” and that didn't + mean government by the teacher and the Teacher's Pet and Paul Revere and + Shakespeare and suchlike; it meant government by everybody, and therefore + Ramsey had as much to do with it as anybody else had. This was friendly; + and he believed that if Abraham Lincoln could have walked into the + schoolroom, Lincoln would have been as friendly with him as with Dora and + the teacher herself. Beyond a doubt, Dora and the teacher <i>thought</i> + Lincoln belonged to them and their crowd of exclusives; they seemed to + think they owned the whole United States; but Ramsey was sure they were + mistaken about Abraham Lincoln. + </p> + <p> + He felt that it was just like this little Yocum snippet to assume such a + thing, and it made him sicker than ever to look at her. + </p> + <p> + Then, one day, he noticed that her eye-winkers were stickin' out farther + and farther. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter IV + </h2> + <p> + His discovery irritated him the more. Next thing, this ole Teacher's Pet + would do she'd get to thinkin' she was pretty! If <i>that</i> happened, + well, nobody <i>could</i> stand her! The long lashes made her eyes + shadowy, and it was a fact that her shoulder blades ceased to insist upon + notoriety; you couldn't tell where they were at all, any more. Her back + seemed to be just a regular back, not made up of a lot of implements like + shoulder blades and things. + </p> + <p> + A contemptible thing happened. Wesley Bender was well known to be the most + untidy boy in the class and had never shown any remorse for his reputation + or made the slightest effort either to improve or to dispute it. He was + content: it failed to lower his standing with his fellows or to impress + them unfavourably. In fact, he was treated as one who has attained a + slight distinction. At least, he owned one superlative, no matter what its + quality, and it lifted him out of the commonplace. It helped him to become + better known, and boys liked to be seen with him. But one day, there was a + rearrangement of the seating in the schoolroom: Wesley Bender was given a + desk next in front of Dora Yocum's; and within a week the whole room knew + that Wesley had begun voluntarily to wash his neck—the back of it, + anyhow. + </p> + <p> + This was at the bottom of the fight between Ramsey Milholland and Wesley + Bender, and the diplomatic exchanges immediately preceding hostilities + were charmingly frank and unhyprocitical, although quite as mixed-up and + off-the-issue as if they had been prepared by professional foreign office + men. Ramsey and Fred Mitchell and four other boys waylaid young Bender on + the street after school, intending jocosities rather than violence, but + the victim proved sensitive. “You take your ole hands off o' me!” he said + fiercely, as they began to push him about among them. + </p> + <p> + “Ole dirty Wes!” they hoarsely bellowed and squawked, in their changing + voices. “Washes his ears!”... “Washes his <i>neck!</i>”... “Dora Yocum + told his mama to turn the hose on him!”... “Yay-ho! Ole dirty Wes tryin to + be a duke!” + </p> + <p> + Wesley broke from them and backed away, swinging his strapped books in a + dangerous circle. “You keep off!” he warned them. “I got as much right to + my pers'nal appearance as anybody!” + </p> + <p> + This richly fed their humour, and they rioted round him, keeping outside + the swinging books at the end of the strap. “Pers'nal appearance!”... “Who + went and bought it for you, Wes?”... “Nobody bought it for him. Dora Yocum + took and give him one!” + </p> + <p> + “You leave ladies' names alone!” cried the chivalrous Wesley. “You ought + to know better, on the public street, you—pups!” + </p> + <p> + Here was a serious affront, at least to Ramsey Milholland's way of + thinking; for Ramsey, also, now proved sensitive. He quoted his friends—“Shut + up!”—and advanced toward Wesley. “You look here! Who you callin' + 'pups'?” + </p> + <p> + “Everybody!” Wesley hotly returned. “Everybody that hasn't got any more + decency than to go around mentioning ladies' names on the public streets. + Everybody that goes around mentioning ladies' names on the public streets + are pups!” + </p> + <p> + “They are, are they?” Ramsey as hotly demanded. “Well, you just look here + a minute; my own father mentions my mother's name on the public streets + whenever he wants to, and you just try callin' my father a pup, and you + won't know what happened to you!” + </p> + <p> + “What'll <i>you</i> do about it?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll put a new head on you,” said Ramsey. “That's what I'll do, because + anybody that calls my father or mother a pup—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, shut up! I wasn't talking about your ole father and mother. I said + everybody that mentioned Dora Yocum's name on the public streets was a + pup, and I mean it! Everybody that mentions Dora Yocum's name on the pub—” + </p> + <p> + “Dora Yocum!” said Ramsey. “I got a perfect right to say it anywhere I + want to. Dora Yocum, Dora Yocum, Dora Yocum!—” + </p> + <p> + “All right, then you're a pup!” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey charged upon him and received a suffocating blow full in the face, + not from Mr. Bender's fist but from the solid bundle of books at the end + of the strap. Ramsey saw eight or ten objectives instantly: there were + Wesley Benders standing full length in the air on top of other Wesley + Benders, and more Wesley Benders zigzagged out sideways from still other + Wesley Benders; nevertheless, he found one of these and it proved to be + flesh. He engaged it wildly at fisticuffs; pounded it upon the countenance + and drove it away. Then he sat down upon the curbstone, and, with his + dizzy eyes shut, leaned forward for the better accommodation of his + ensanguined nose. + </p> + <p> + Wesley had retreated to the other side of the street holding a grimy + handkerchief to the midmost parts of his pallid face. “There, you ole damn + pup!” he shouted, in a voice which threatened to sob. “I guess <i>that'll</i> + teach you to be careful how you mention Dora Yocum's name on the public + streets!” + </p> + <p> + At this, Ramsey made a motion as if to rise and pursue, whereupon Wesley + fled, wailing back over his shoulder as he ran, “You wait till I ketch you + out alone on the public streets and I'll—” + </p> + <p> + His voice was lost in an outburst of hooting from his former friends, who + sympathetically surrounded the wounded Ramsey. But in a measure, at least, + the chivalrous fugitive had won his point. He was routed and outdone, yet + what survived the day was a rumour, which became a sort of tenuous legend + among those interested. There had been a fight over Dora Yocum, it + appeared, and Ramsey Milholland had attempted to maintain something + derogatory to the lady, while Wesley defended her as a knightly youth + should. The something derogatory was left vague; nobody attempted to say + just what it was, and the effects of the legend divided the schoolroom + strictly according to gender. + </p> + <p> + The boys, unmindful of proper gallantry, supported Ramsey on account of + the way he had persisted in lickin' the stuffin' out of Wesley Bender + after receiving that preliminary wallop from Wesley's blackjack bundle of + books. The girls petted and championed Wesley; they talked outrageously of + his conqueror, fiercely declaring that he ought to be arrested; and for + weeks they maintained a new manner toward him. They kept their facial + expressions hostile, but perhaps this was more for one another's benefit + than for Ramsey's; and several of them went so far out of their way to + find even private opportunities for reproving him that an alert observer + might have suspected them to have been less indignant than they seemed—but + not Ramsey. He thought they all hated him, and said he was glad of it. + </p> + <p> + Dora was a non-partisan. The little prig was so diligent at her books she + gave never the slightest sign of comprehending that there had been a fight + about her. Having no real cognizance of Messrs. Bender and Milholland + except as impediments to the advance of learning, she did not even look + demure. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter V + </h2> + <p> + With Wesley Bender, Ramsey was again upon fair terms before the winter had + run its course; the two were neighbours and, moreover, were drawn together + by a community of interests which made their reconciliation a necessity. + Ramsey played the guitar and Wesley played the mandolin. + </p> + <p> + All ill feeling between them died with the first duet of spring, yet the + twinkling they made had no charm to soothe the savage breast of Ramsey + whenever the Teacher's Pet came into his thoughts. He daydreamed a + thousand ways of putting her in her place, but was unable to carry out any + of them, and had but a cobwebby satisfaction in imagining discomfitures + for her which remained imaginary. With a yearning so poignant that it + hurt, he yearned and yearned to show her what she really was. “Just once!” + he said to Fred Mitchell. “That's all I ask, just once. Just gimme one + chance to show that girl what she really is. I guess if I ever get the + chance she'll find out what's the matter with her, for <i>once</i> in her + life, anyway!” Thus it came to be talked about and understood and expected + in Ramsey's circle, all male, that Dora Yocum's day was coming. The nature + of the disaster was left vague, but there was no doubt in the world that + retribution merely awaited its ideal opportunity. “You'll see!” said + Ramsey. “The time'll come when that ole girl'll wish she'd moved o' this + town before she ever got appointed monitor of <i>our</i> class! Just you + wait!” + </p> + <p> + They waited, but conditions appeared to remain unfavourable indefinitely. + Perhaps the great opportunity might have arrived if Ramsey had been able + to achieve a startling importance in any of the “various divergent yet + parallel lines of school endeavour”—one of the phrases by means of + which teachers and principal clogged the minds of their unarmed auditors. + But though he was far from being the dumb driven beast of misfortune that + he seemed in the schoolroom, and, in fact, lived a double life, exhibiting + in his out-of-school hours a remarkable example of “secondary personality”—a + creature fearing nothing and capable of laughter; blue-eyed, fairly + robust, and anything but dumb—he was nevertheless without endowment + or attainment great enough to get him distinction. + </p> + <p> + He “tried for” the high-school eleven, and “tried for” the nine, but the + experts were not long in eliminating him from either of these + competitions, and he had to content himself with cheering instead of + getting cheered. He was by no manner of means athlete enough, or enough of + anything else, to put Dora Yocum in her place, and so he and the great + opportunity were still waiting in May, at the end of the second year of + high school, when the class, now the “10 A,” reverted to an old fashion + and decided to entertain itself with a woodland picnic. + </p> + <p> + They gathered upon the sandy banks of a creek, in the blue shade of big, + patchy-barked sycamores, with a dancing sky on top of everything and gold + dust atwinkle over the water. Hither the napkin-covered baskets were + brought from the wagons and assembled in the shade, where they appeared as + an attractive little meadow of white napery, and gave both surprise and + pleasure to communities of ants and to other original settlers of the + neighbourhood. + </p> + <p> + From this nucleus or headquarters of the picnic, various expeditions set + forth up and down the creek and through the woods that bordered it. Camera + work was constant; spring wild flowers were accumulated by groups of girls + who trooped through the woods with eager eyes searching the thickets; two + envied boy fishermen established themselves upon a bank up-stream, with + hooks and lines thoughtfully brought with them, and poles which they + fashioned from young saplings. They took mussels from the shallows, for + bait, and having gone to all this trouble, declined to share with friends + less energetic and provident the perquisites and pleasures secured to + themselves. + </p> + <p> + Albert Paxton was another person who proved his enterprise. Having visited + the spot some days before, he had hired for his exclusive use throughout + the duration of the picnic an old rowboat belonging to a shanty squatter; + it was the only rowboat within a mile or two and Albert had his own uses + for it. Albert was the class lover and, after first taking the three + chaperon teachers “out for a row,” an excursion concluded in about ten + minutes, he disembarked them; Sadie Clews stepped into the boat, a pocket + camera in one hand, a tennis racket in the other; and the two spent the + rest of the day, except for the luncheon interval, solemnly drifting along + the banks or grounded on a shoal. Now and then Albert would row a few + strokes, and at almost any time when the populated shore glanced toward + them, Sadie would be seen photographing Albert, or Albert would be seen + photographing Sadie, but the tennis racket remained an enigma. Oarsman and + passenger appeared to have no conversation whatever—not once was + either seen or heard to address a remark to the other; and they looked as + placid as their own upside-down reflections in one of the still pools they + slowly floated over. They were sixteen, and had been “engaged” more than + two years. + </p> + <p> + On the borders of the little meadow of baskets there had been deposited + two black shapes, which remained undisturbed throughout the day, a closed + guitar case and a closed mandolin case, no doubt containing each its + proper instrument. So far as any use of these went they seemed to be of + the same leisure class to which Sadie's tennis racket belonged, for when + one of the teachers suggested music, the musicians proved shy. Wesley + Bender said they hadn't learned to play anything much and, besides, he had + a couple o' broken strings he didn't know as he could fix up; and Ramsey + said he guessed it seemed kind o' too hot to play much. Joining friends, + they organized a contest in marksmanship, the target being a floating can + which they assailed with pebbles; and after that they “skipped” flat + stones upon the surface of the water, then went to join a group gathered + about Willis Parker and Heinie Krusemeyer. + </p> + <p> + No fish had been caught, a lack of luck crossly attributed by the + fishermen to the noise made by constant advice on the part of their + attendant gallery. Messrs. Milholland, Bender, and the other rock throwers + came up shouting, and were ill received. + </p> + <p> + “For heaven's sakes,” Heinie Krusemeyer demanded, “can't you shut up? Here + we just first got the girls to keep their mouths shut a minute and I + almost had a big pickerel or something on my hook, and here you got to up + and yell so he chases himself away! Why can't nobody show a little sense + sometimes when they ought to?” + </p> + <p> + “I should say so!” his comrade exclaimed. “If people would only just take + and think of all the trouble we been to, it seems funny somebody couldn't + let us have half a chance to get a few good fish. What chance they got to + bite with a lot o' <i>girls</i> gabbin' away, and then, just as we get 'em + quieted down, all you men got to come bustin' up here yellin' your heads + off. A fish isn't goin' to bite when he can't even hear himself think! + Anybody ought to know that much.” + </p> + <p> + But the new arrivals hooted. <i>“Fish!”</i> Ramsey vociferated. “I'll bet + a hundred dollars there hasn't been even a minny in this creek for the + last sixty years!” + </p> + <p> + “There is, too!” said Heinie, bitterly. “But I wouldn't be surprised there + wouldn't be no longer if you got to keep up this noise. If you'd shut up + just a minute you could see yourself there's fish here.” + </p> + <p> + In whispers several of the tamed girls at once heartily corroborated this + statement, whereupon the newcomers ceased to gibe and consented to + silence. Ramsey leaned forth over the edge of the overhanging bank, a dirt + precipice five feet above the water, and peered into the indeterminable + depths below. The pool had been stirred, partly by the inexpert pokings of + the fishermen and partly by small clods and bits of dirt dislodged from + above by the feet of the audience. The water, consequently, was but + brownly translucent and revealed its secrets reluctantly; nevertheless + certain dim little shapes had been observed to move within it, and were + still there. Ramsey failed to see them at first. + </p> + <p> + “Where's any ole fish?” he inquired, scornfully. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my goodness!” Heinie Krusemeyer moaned. “<i>Can't</i> you shut up?” + </p> + <p> + “Look!” whispered the girl who stood nearest to Ramsey. She pointed. + “There's one. Right down there by Willis's hook. Don't you see him?” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey was impressed enough to whisper. “Is there? I don't see him. I + can't—” + </p> + <p> + The girl came closer to him, and, the better to show him, leaned out over + the edge of the bank, and, for safety in maintaining her balance, rested + her left hand upon his shoulder while she pointed with her right. + Thereupon something happened to Ramsey. The touch upon his shoulder was + almost nothing, and he had never taken the slightest interest in Milla + Rust (to whom that small warm hand belonged), though she was the class + beauty, and long established in the office. Now, all at once, a peculiar + and heretofore entirely unfamiliar sensation suddenly became important in + the upper part of his chest. For a moment he held his breath, an + involuntary action;—he seemed to be standing in a shower of flowers. + </p> + <p> + “Don't you see it, Ramsey?” Milla whispered. “It's a great big one. Why, + it must be as long as—as your shoe! Look!” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey saw nothing but the thick round curl on Milla's shoulder. Milla had + a group of curls on each of her shoulders, for she got her modes at the + Movies and had that sort of prettiness: large, gentle, calculating eyes, + and a full, softly modelled face, implacably sweet. Ramsey was accustomed + to all this charm, and Milla had never before been of more importance to + him than an equal weight of school furniture—but all at once some + magic had enveloped her. That curl upon the shoulder nearest him was shot + with dazzling fibres of sunshine. He seemed to be trembling. + </p> + <p> + “I don't see it,” he murmured, huskily, afraid that she might remove her + hand. “I can't see any fish, Milla.” + </p> + <p> + She leaned farther out over the bank. “Why, there, goosie!” she whispered. + “Right there.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't see it.” + </p> + <p> + She leaned still farther, bending down to point. “Why right th—” + </p> + <p> + At this moment she removed her hand from his shoulder, though unwillingly. + She clutched at him, in fact, but without avail. She had been too amiable. + </p> + <p> + A loud shriek was uttered by throats abler to vocalize, just then, than + Milla's, for in her great surprise she said nothing whatever—the + shriek came from the other girls as Milla left the crest of the + overhanging bank and almost horizontally disappeared into the brown water. + There was a tumultuous splash, and then of Milla Rust and her well-known + beautifulness there was nothing visible in the superficial world, nor upon + the surface of that creek. The vanishment was total. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Save</i> her!” + </p> + <p> + Several girls afterward admitted having used this expression, and little + Miss Floy Williams, the youngest and smallest member of the class, was + unable to deny that she had said, “Oh, God!” Nothing could have been more + natural, and the matter need not have been brought before her with such + insistence and frequency, during the two remaining years of her + undergraduate career. + </p> + <p> + Ramsey was one of those who heard this exclamation, later so famous, and + perhaps it was what roused him to heroism. He dived from the bank, + headlong, and the strange thought in his mind was “I guess <i>this</i>'ll + show Dora Yocum!” He should have been thinking of Milla, of course, at + such a time, particularly after the little enchantment just laid upon him + by Milla's touch and Milla's curls; and he knew well enough that Miss + Yocum was not among the spectators. She was half a mile away, as it + happened, gathering “botanical specimens” with one of the teachers—which + was her idea of what to do at a picnic! + </p> + <p> + Ramsey struck the water hard, and in the same instant struck something + harder. Wesley Bender's bundle of books had given him no such shock as he + received now, and if the creek bottom had not been of mud, just there, the + top of his young head might have declined the strain. Half stunned, + choking, spluttering he somehow floundered to his feet; and when he could + get his eyes a little cleared of water he found himself wavering face to + face with a blurred vision of Milla Rust. She had risen up out of the pond + and stood knee deep, like a lovely drenched figure in a fountain. + </p> + <p> + Upon the bank above them, Willis Parker was jumping up and down, + gesticulating and shouting fiercely. “Now I guess you're satisfied our + fishin' <i>is</i> spoilt! Whyn't you listen me? I <i>told</i> you it + wasn't more'n three feet deep! I and Heinie waded all over this creek + gettin' our bait. You're a pretty sight!” + </p> + <p> + Of Milla he spoke unwittingly the literal truth. Even with her hair thus + wild and sodden, Milla rose from immersion blushing and prettier than + ever; and she was prettiest of all when she stretched out her hand + helplessly to Ramsey and he led her up out of the waters. They had plenty + of assistance to scramble to the top of the bank, and there Milla was + surrounded and borne away with a great clacketing and tumult. Ramsey gave + his coat into the hands of friends, who twisted the water out of it for + him, while he sat upon the grass in the sun, rubbed his head, and + experimented with his neck to see if it would “work.” The sunshine was + strong and hot; in half an hour he and his clothes were dry—or at + least “dry enough,” as he said, and except for some soreness of head and + neck, and the general crumpledness of his apparel, he seemed to be in all + ways much as usual when shouts and whistlings summoned all the party to + luncheon at the rendezvous. The change that made him different was + invisible. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter VI + </h2> + <p> + The change in Ramsey was invisible, and yet something must have been seen, + for everyone appeared to take it for granted that he was to sit next to + Milla at the pastoral meal. She herself understood it, evidently, for she + drew in her puckered skirts and without any words make a place for him + beside her as he driftingly approached her, affecting to whistle and + keeping his eyes on the foliage overhead. He still looked upward, even in + the act of sitting down. + </p> + <p> + “Squirrel or something,” he said, feebly, as if in explanation. + </p> + <p> + “Where?” Milla asked. + </p> + <p> + “Up there on a branch.” He accepted a plate from her (she had provided + herself with an extra one), but he did not look at it or her. “I'm not + just exactly sure it's a squirrel,” he said. “Kind of hard to make out + exactly what it is.” He continued to keep his eyes aloft, because he + imagined that all of the class were looking at him and Milla, and he felt + unable to meet such publicity. It was to him as if the whole United States + had been scandalized to attention by this act of his in going to sit + beside Milla; he gazed upward so long that his eyeballs became sensitive + under the strain. He began to blink. “I can't make out whether it's a + squirrel or just some leaves that kind o' got fixed like one,” he said. “I + can't make out yet which it is, but I guess when there's a breeze, if it's + a squirrel he'll prob'ly hop around some then, if he's alive or anything.” + </p> + <p> + It had begun to seem that his eyes must remain fixed in that upward stare + forever; he wanted to bring them down, but could not face the glare of the + world. So the fugitive ostrich is said to bury his head in the sand; he + does it, not believing himself thereby hidden but trying to banish from + his own cognizance terrible facts which his unsheltered eyes have seemed + to reveal. So, too, do nervous children seek to bury their eyes under + pillows, and nervous statesmen theirs under oratory. Ramsey's ostrichings + can happen to anybody. But finally the brightness of the sky between the + leaves settled matters for him; he sneezed, wept, and for a little moment + again faced his fellowmen. No one was looking at him; everybody except + Milla had other things to do. + </p> + <p> + Having sneezed involuntarily, he added a spell of coughing for which there + was no necessity. “I guess I must be wrong,” he muttered thickly. + </p> + <p> + “What about, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “About it bein' a squirrel.” With infinite timidity he turned his head and + encountered a gaze so soft, so hallowed, that it disconcerted him, and he + dropped a “drumstick” of fried chicken, well dotted with ants, from his + plate. Scarlet he picked it up, but did not eat it. For the first time in + his life he felt that eating fried chicken held in the fingers was not to + be thought of. He replaced the “drumstick” upon his plate and allowed it + to remain there untouched, in spite of a great hunger for it. + </p> + <p> + Having looked down, he now found difficulty in looking up, but gazed + steadily at his plate, and into this limited circle of vision came Milla's + delicate and rosy fingers, bearing a gift. “There,” she said in a motherly + little voice. “It's a tomato mayonnaise sandwich and I made it myself. I + want you to eat it, Ramsey.” + </p> + <p> + His own fingers approached tremulousness as he accepted the thick sandwich + from her and conveyed it to his mouth. A moment later his soul filled with + horror, for a spurt of mayonnaise dressing had caused a catastrophe the + scene of which occupied no inconsiderable area of his right cheek; which + was the cheek toward Milla. He groped wretchedly for his handkerchief but + could not find it; he had lost it. Sudden death would have been relief; he + was sure that after such grotesquerie Milla could never bear to have + anything more to do with him; he was ruined. + </p> + <p> + In his anguish he felt a paper napkin pressed gently into his hand; a soft + voice said in his ear, “Wipe it off with this, Ramsey. Nobody's noticing.” + </p> + <p> + So this incredibly charitable creature was still able to be his friend, + even after seeing him mayonnaised! Humbly marvelling, he did as she told + him, but avoided all further risks. He ate nothing more. + </p> + <p> + He sighed his first sigh of inexpressibleness, had a chill or so along the + spine, and at intervals his brow was bedewed. + </p> + <p> + Within his averted eyes there dwelt not the Milla Rust who sat beside him, + but an iridescent, fragile creature who had become angelic. + </p> + <p> + He spent the rest of the day dawdling helplessly about her; wherever she + went he was near, as near as possible, but of no deliberate volition of + his own. Something seemed to tie him to her, and Milla was nothing loth. + He seldom looked at her directly, or for longer than an instant, and more + rarely still did he speak to her except as a reply. What few remarks he + ventured upon his own initiative nearly all concerned the landscape, which + he commended repeatedly in a weak voice, as “kind of pretty,” though once + he said he guessed there might be bugs in the bark of a log on which they + sat; and he became so immoderately personal as to declare that if the bugs + had to get on anybody he'd rather they got on him than on Milla. She said + that was “just perfectly lovely” of him, asked where he got his sweet + nature, and in other ways encouraged him to continue the revelation, but + Ramsey was unable to get forward with it, though he opened and closed his + mouth a great many times in the effort to do so. + </p> + <p> + At five o'clock everybody was summoned again to the rendezvous for a + ceremony preliminary to departure: the class found itself in a large + circle, standing, and sang “The Star Spangled Banner.” Ordinarily, on such + an open-air and out-of-school occasion, Ramsey would have joined the + chorus uproariously with the utmost blatancy of which his vocal apparatus + was capable; and most of the other boys expressed their humour by drowning + out the serious efforts of the girls; but he sang feebly, not much more + than humming through his teeth. Standing beside Milla, he was incapable of + his former inelegancies and his voice was in a semi-paralyzed condition, + like the rest of him. + </p> + <p> + Opposite him, across the circle, Dora Yocum stood a little in advance of + those near her, for of course she led the singing. Her clear and earnest + voice was distinguishable from all others, and though she did not glance + toward Ramsey he had a queer feeling that she was assuming more + superiority than ever, and that she was icily scornful of him and Milla. + The old resentment rose—he'd “show” that girl yet, some day! + </p> + <p> + When the song was over, cheers were given for the class, “the good ole + class of Nineteen Fourteen,” the school, the teachers, and for the picnic, + thus officially concluded; and then the picnickers, carrying their baskets + and faded wild flowers and other souvenirs and burdens, moved toward the + big “express wagons” which were to take them back into the town. Ramsey + got his guitar case, and turned to Milla. + </p> + <p> + “Well—” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Well what, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “Well—g'bye.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, no,” said Milla. “Anyways not yet. You can go back in the same wagon + with me. It's going to stop at the school and let us out there, and then + you could walk home with me if you felt like it. You could come all the + way to our gate with me, I expect, unless you'd be late home for your + supper.” + </p> + <p> + “Well—well, I'd be perfectly willing,” Ramsey said. “Only I heard we + all had to go back in whatever wagon we came out in, and I didn't come in + the same wagon with you, so—” + </p> + <p> + Milla laughed and leaned toward him a little. “I already 'tended to that,” + she said confidentially. “I asked Johnnie Fiske, that came out in my + wagon, to go back in yours, so that makes room for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well—then I guess I could do it.” He moved toward the wagon with + her. “I expect it don't make much difference one way or the other.” + </p> + <p> + “And you can carry my basket if you want to,” she said, adding + solicitously, “Unless it's too heavy when you already got your guitar case + to carry, Ramsey.” + </p> + <p> + This thoughtfulness of hers almost overcame him; she seemed divine. He + gulped, and emotion made him even pinker than he had been under the + mayonnaise. + </p> + <p> + “I—I'll be glad to carry the basket, too,” he faltered. “It-it don't + weigh anything much.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, let's hurry, so's we can get places together.” + </p> + <p> + Then, as she manoeuvred him through the little crowd about the wagon, with + a soft push this way and a gentle pull that, and hurried him up the + improvised steps and found a place where there was room for them to sit, + Ramsey had another breathless sensation heretofore unknown to him. He + found himself taken under a dovelike protectorship; a wonderful, + inexpressible Being seemed to have become his proprietor. + </p> + <p> + “Isn't this just perfectly lovely?” she said cozily, close to his ear. + </p> + <p> + He swallowed, but found no words, for he had no thoughts; he was only an + incoherent tumult. This was his first love. + </p> + <p> + “Isn't it, Ramsey?” she urged. The cozy voice had just the hint of a + reproach. “Don't you think it's just perfectly lovely, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes'm.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter VII + </h2> + <p> + The next morning Ramsey came into his father's room while Mr. Milholland + was shaving, an hour before church time, and it became apparent that the + son had someting on his mind, though for a while he said nothing. + </p> + <p> + “Did you want anything, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “Well—” + </p> + <p> + “Didn't want to borrow my razors?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Milholland chuckled. “I hardly supposed so, seriously! Shaving is a + great nuisance and the longer you keep away from it, the better. And when + you do, you let my razors alone, young feller!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” (Mr. Milholland's razors were safe, Ramsey had already + achieved one of his own, but he practised the art in secret.) He passed + his hand thoughtfully over his cheeks, and traces of white powder were + left upon his fingers, whereupon he wiped his hand surreptitiously, and + stood irresolutely waiting. + </p> + <p> + “What is it you really want, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “I guess I don't want anything.” + </p> + <p> + “Money?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. You gay' me some Friday.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Milholland turned from his mirror and looked over the edge of a towel + at his son. In the boy's eyes there was such a dumb agony of interrogation + that the father was a little startled. + </p> + <p> + “Why, what is it, Ramsey? Have you—” He paused, frowning and + wondering. “You haven't been getting into some mess you want to tell me + about, have you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + His tone was meek, but a mute distress lurked within it, bringing to the + father's mind disturbing suspicions, and foreshadowings of indignation and + of pity. “See here, Ramsey,” he said, “if there's anything you want to ask + me, or to tell me, you'd better out with it and get it over. Now, what is + it?” + </p> + <p> + “Well—it isn't anything.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you <i>sure?</i>” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey's eyes fell before the severe and piercing gaze of his father. + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Milholland shook his head doubtfully; then, as his son walked slowly + out of the room, he turned to complete his toilet in a somewhat uneasy + frame of mind. Ramsey had undoubtedly wanted to say something to him and + the boy's expression had shown that the matter in question was serious, + distressing, and, it might be, even critical. + </p> + <p> + In fact it was—to Ramsey. Having begun within only the last few + hours to regard haberdashery as of vital importance, and believing his + father to be possessed of the experience and authority lacking in himself, + Ramsey had come to get him to settle a question which had been upsetting + him badly, in his own room, since breakfast. What he wanted to know was: + Whether it was right to wear an extra handkerchief showing out of the coat + breast pocket or not, and, if it was right—ought the handkerchief to + have a coloured border or to be plain white? But he had never before + brought any such perplexities to his father, and found himself too + diffident to set them forth. + </p> + <p> + However, when he left the house, a few minutes later, he boldly showed an + inch of purple border above the pocket; then, as he was himself about to + encounter several old lady pedestrians, he blushed and thrust the + handkerchief down into deep concealment. Having gone a block farther, he + pulled it up again; and so continued to operate this badge of fashion, or + unfashion, throughout the morning; and suffered a great deal thereby. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, his father, rather relieved that Ramsey had not told his secret, + whatever it was, dismissed the episode from his mind and joined Mrs. + Milholland at the front door, ready for church. + </p> + <p> + “Where's Ramsey?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “He's gone ahead,” she answered, buttoning her gloves as they went along. + “I heard the door quite a little while ago. Perhaps he went over to walk + down with Charlotte and Vance. Did you notice how neat he looks this + morning?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, no, I didn't; not particularly. Does he?” + </p> + <p> + “I never saw anything like it before,” said Mrs. Milholland. “He went down + in the cellar and polished his own shoes.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” + </p> + <p> + “For about an hour, I think,” she said, as one remaining calm before a + miracle. “And he only has three neckties, but I saw him several times in + each of them. He must have kept changing and changing. I wonder—” + She paused. + </p> + <p> + “I'm glad he's begun to take a little care of his appearance at last. + Business men think a good deal about that, these days, when he comes to + make his start in the world. I'll have to take a look at him and give him + a word of praise. I suppose he'll be in the pew when we get there.” + </p> + <p> + But Ramsey wasn't in the pew; and Charlotte, his sister, and her husband, + who were there, said they hadn't seen anything of him. It was not until + the members of the family were on their way home after the services that + they caught a glimpse of him. + </p> + <p> + They were passing a church a little distance from their own; here the + congregation was just emerging to the open, and among the sedate throng + descending the broad stone steps appeared an accompanied Ramsey—and + a red, red Ramsey he was when he beheld his father and mother and sister + and brother-in-law staring up at him from the pavement below. They were + kind enough not to come to an absolute halt, but passed slowly on, so that + he was just able to avoid parading up the street in front of them. The + expressions of his father, mother, and sister were of a dumfoundedness + painful to bear, while such lurking jocosity as that apparent all over his + brother-in-law no dignified man should either exhibit or be called upon to + ignore. + </p> + <p> + In hoarse whispers, Mrs. Milholland chided her husband for an exclamation + he had uttered. “John! On Sunday! You ought to be ashamed.” + </p> + <p> + “I couldn't help it,” he exclaimed. “Who on earth is his clinging vine? + Why, she's got <i>lavender</i> tops on her shoes and—” + </p> + <p> + “Don't look round!” she warned him sharply. “Don't—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, what's he doing at a Baptist church? What's he fidgeting at his + handkerchief about? Why can't he walk like people? Does he think it's + obligatory to walk home from church anchored arm-in-arm like Swedes on a + Sunday Out? Who <i>is</i> this cow-eyed fat girl that's got him, anyhow?” + </p> + <p> + “Hush! Don't look round again, John.” + </p> + <p> + “Never fear!” said her husband, having disobeyed. “They've turned off; + they're crossing over to Bullard Street. Who is it?” + </p> + <p> + “I think her name's Rust,” Mrs. Milholland informed him. “I don't know + what her father does. She's one of the girls in his class at school.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that's just like a boy; pick out some putty-faced flirt to take to + church!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, she's quite pretty—in that way!” said his wife, deprecatingly. + “Of course that's the danger with public schools. It would be pleasanter + if he'd taken a fancy to someone whose family belongs to our own circle.” + </p> + <p> + “'Taken a fancy'!” he echoed, hooting. “Why, he's terrible! He looked like + a red-gilled goldfish that's flopped itself out of the bowl. Why, he—” + </p> + <p> + “I <i>say</i> I wish if he felt that he had to take girls anywhere,” said + Mrs. Milholland, with the primmest air of speaking to the point—“if + this sort of thing <i>must</i> begin, I wish he might have selected some + nice girl among the daughters of our own friends, like Dora Yocum, for + instance.” + </p> + <p> + Upon the spot she began to undergo the mortification of a mother who has + expected her son, just out of infancy, to look about him with the eye of a + critical matron of forty-five. Moreover, she was indiscreet enough to + express her views to Ramsey, a week later, producing thus a scene of + useless great fury and no little sound. + </p> + <p> + “I do think it's in <i>very</i> poor taste to see so much of any one girl, + Ramsey,” she said, and, not heeding his protest that he only walked home + from school with Milla, “about every other day,” and that it didn't seem + any crime to him just to go to church with her a couple o' times, Mrs. + Milholland went on: “But if you think you really <i>must</i> be dangling + around somebody quite this much—though what in the world you find to + <i>talk</i> about with this funny little Milla Rust you poor father says + he really cannot see—and of course it seems very queer to us that + you'd be willing to waste so much time just now when your mind ought to be + entirely on your studies, and especially with such an absurd <i>looking</i> + little thing— + </p> + <p> + “No, you must listen, Ramsey, and let me speak now. What I meant was that + we shouldn't be <i>quite</i> so much distressed by your being seen with a + girl who dressed in better taste and seemed to have some notion of + refinement, though of course it's only natural she <i>wouldn't</i>, with a + father who is just a sort of ward politician, I understand, and a mother + we don't know, and of course shouldn't care to. But, oh, Ramsey! if you <i>had</i> + to make yourself so conspicuous why couldn't you be a little <i>bit</i> + more fastidious? Your father wouldn't have minded nearly so much if it had + been a self-respecting, intellectual girl. We both say that if you <i>must</i> + be so ridiculous at your age as to persist in seeing more of one girl than + another, why, oh why, don't you go and see some really nice girl like Dora + Yocum?” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey was already dangerously distended, as an effect of the earlier part + of her discourse, and the word “fastidious” almost exploded him; but upon + the climax, “Dora Yocum,” he blew up with a shattering report and, leaving + fragments of incoherence ricocheting behind him, fled shuddering from the + house. + </p> + <p> + For the rest of the school term he walked home with Milla every afternoon + and on Sundays appeared to have become a resolute Baptist. It was supposed + (by the interested members of the high-school class) that Ramsey and Milla + were “engaged.” Ramsey sometimes rather supposed they were himself, and + the dim idea gave him a sensation partly pleasant, but mostly + apprehensive: he was afraid. + </p> + <p> + He was afraid that the day was coming when he ought to kiss her. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter VIII + </h2> + <p> + Vacation, in spite of increased leisure, may bring inconvenience to people + in Ramsey's strange but not uncommon condition. At home his constant air + was that of a badgered captive plaintively silent under injustice; and he + found it difficult to reply calmly when asked where he was going—an + inquiry addressed to him, he asserted, every time he touched his cap, even + to hang it up! + </p> + <p> + The amount of evening walking he did must also have been a trial to his + nerves, on account of fatigue, though the ground covered was not vast. + Milla's mother and father were friendly people but saw no reason to “move + out of house and home,” as Mr. Rust said, when Milla had “callers”; and on + account of the intimate plan of their small dwelling a visitor's only + alternative to spending the evening with Mr. and Mrs. Rust as well as with + Milla, was to invite her to “go out walking.” + </p> + <p> + Evening after evening they walked and walked and walked, usually in + company—at perhaps the distance of half a block—with Albert + Paxton and Sadie Clews, though Ramsey now and then felt disgraced by + having fallen into this class; for sometimes it was apparent that Albert + casually had his arm about Sadie's waist. This allured Ramsey somewhat, + but terrified him more. He didn't know how such matters were managed. + </p> + <p> + Usually the quartet had no destination; they just went “out walking” until + ten o'clock, when both girls had to be home—and the boys did, too, + but never admitted it. On Friday evenings there was a “public open-air + concert” by a brass band in a small park, and the four were always there. + A political speechmaker occupied the bandstand one night, and they stood + for an hour in the midst of the crowd, listening vaguely. + </p> + <p> + The orator saddled his politics upon patriotism. “Do you intend to let + this glorious country go to wrack and ruin, oh, my good friends,” he + demanded, “or do you intend to save her? Look forth upon this country of + ours, I bid you, oh, my countrymen, and tell me what you see. You see a + fair domain of forest, mountain, plain, and fertile valleys, sweeping from + ocean to ocean. Look from the sturdy rocks of old New England, pledged to + posterity by the stern religious hardihood of the Pilgrim Fathers, across + the corn-bearing midland country, that land of milk and honey, won for us + by the pluck and endurance of the indomitable pioneers, to where in + sunshine roll the smiling Sierras of golden California, given to our + heritage by the unconquerable energy of those brave men and women who + braved the tomahawk on the Great Plains, the tempest, of Cape Horn, and + the fevers of Panama, to make American soil of El Dorado! America! Oh, my + America, how glorious you stand! Country of Washington and Valley Forge, + out of what martyrdoms hast thou arisen! Country of Lincoln in his box at + Ford's theatre, his lifeblood staining to a brighter, holier red the red, + white, and blue of the Old Flag! Always and always I see the Old Flag + fluttering the more sacredly encrimsoned in the breeze for the martyrs who + have upheld it! Always I see that Old Flag—” + </p> + <p> + Milla gave Ramsey's arm, within her own, a little tug. “Come on,” she + said. “Sade says she don't want to hang around here any longer. It's awful + tiresome. Let's go.” + </p> + <p> + He consented, placidly. The oration meant nothing to him and stirred no + one in the audience. The orator was impassioned; he shouted himself into + coughing fits, gesticulated, grew purple; he was so hot that his collar + caved in and finally swooned upon his neck in soggy exhaustion, prostrate + round his thunderings. Meanwhile, the people listened with an air of + patience, yawning here and there, and gradually growing fewer. It was the + old, old usual thing, made up of phrases that Ramsey had heard dinning + away on a thousand such occasions, and other kinds of occasions, until + they meant to him no more than so much sound. He was bored, and glad to + leave. + </p> + <p> + “Kind o' funny,” he said, as they sagged along the street at their usual + tortoise gait. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “Seems kind o' funny they never have anything to say any one can take any + interest in. Always the same ole whoopety-whoop about George Washington + and Pilgrim Fathers and so on. I bet five dollars before long we'd of + heard him goin' on about our martyred Presidents, William McKinley and + James A. Garfield and Benjamin Harrison and all so on, and then some more + about the ole Red, White, and Blue. Don't you wish they'd <i>quit</i>, + sometimes, about the 'Ole Flag'?” + </p> + <p> + “I dunno,” said Milla. “I wasn't listening any at all. I hate speeches.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I could <i>stand</i> 'em,” Ramsey said, more generously, “if they'd + ever give anybody a little to think about. What's the use always draggin' + in George Warshington and the Ole Flag? And who wants to hear any more ole + truck about 'from ole rocky New England to golden California,' and how big + and fine the United States is and how it's the land of the Free and all + that? Why don't they ever say anything new? That's what I'd like to know.” + </p> + <p> + Milla laughed, and when he asked why, she told him she'd never heard him + talk so much “at one stretch.” “I guess that speech got you kind of wound + up,” she said. “Let's talk about something different.” + </p> + <p> + “I just soon,” he agreed. And so they walked on in silence, which seemed + to suit Milla. She hung weightily upon his arm, and they dawdled, drifting + from one side of the pavement to the other as they slowly advanced. Albert + and Sadie, ahead of them, called “good-night” from a corner, before + turning down the side street where Sadie lived; and then, presently, + Ramsey and Milla were at the latter's gate. He went in with her, halting + at the front steps. + </p> + <p> + “Well, g'night, Milla,” he said. “Want to go out walking to-morrow night? + Albert and Sadie are.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't to-morrow night,” she told him with obvious regret. “Isn't it the + worst luck! I got an aunt comin' to visit from Chicago, and she's crazy + about playing 'Five Hundred,' and Mama and Papa said I haf to stay in to + make four to play it. She's liable to be here three or four days, and I + guess I got to be around home pretty much all the time she's here. It's + the worst luck!” + </p> + <p> + He was doleful, but ventured to be literary. “Well, what can't be helped + must be endured. I'll come around when she's gone.” + </p> + <p> + He moved as if to depart, but she still retained his arm and did not + prepare to relinquish it. + </p> + <p> + “Well—” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Well what, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “Well—g'night.” + </p> + <p> + She glanced up at the dark front of the house. “I guess the family's gone + to bed,” she said, absently. + </p> + <p> + “I s'pose so.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, good-night, Ramsey.” She said this but still did not release his + arm, and suddenly, in a fluster, he felt that the time he dreaded had + come. Somehow, without knowing where, except that it was somewhere upon + what seemed to be a blurred face too full of obstructing features, he + kissed her. + </p> + <p> + She turned instantly away in the darkness, her hands over her cheeks; and + in a panic Ramsey wondered if he hadn't made a dreadful mistake. + </p> + <p> + “S'cuse me!” he said, stumbling toward the gate. “Well, I guess I got to + be gettin' along back home.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter IX + </h2> + <p> + He woke in the morning to a great self-loathing: he had kissed a girl. + Mingled with the loathing was a curious pride in the very fact that caused + the loathing, but the pride did not last long. He came downstairs morbid + to breakfast, and continued this mood afterward. At noon Albert Paxton + brought him a note which Milla had asked Sadie to ask Albert to give him. + </p> + <p> + Dearie: I am just wondering if you thought as much about something so + sweet that happened last night as I did you know what. I think it was the + sweetest thing. I send you one with this note and I hope you will think it + is a sweet one. I would give you a real one if you were here now and I + hope you would think it was sweeter still than the one I put in this note. + It is the sweetest thing now you are mine and I am yours forever kiddo. If + you come around about friday eve it will be all right. aunt Jess will be + gone back home by then so come early and we will get Sade and Alb and go + to the band Concert. Don't forget what I said about my putting something + sweet in this note, and I hope you will think it is a sweet one but not as + sweet as the <i>real</i> sweet one I would like to— + </p> + <p> + At this point Ramsey impulsively tore the note into small pieces. He + turned cold as his imagination projected a sketch of his mother in the act + of reading this missive, and of her expression as she read the sentence: + “It is the sweetest thing now you are mine and I am yours forever kiddo.” + He wished that Milla hadn't written “kiddo.” She called him that, + sometimes, but in her warm little voice the word seemed not at all what it + did in ink. He wished, too, that she hadn't said she was his forever. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly he was seized with a horror of her. + </p> + <p> + Moisture broke out heavily upon him; he felt a definite sickness, and, + wishing for death, went forth upon the streets to walk and walk. He cared + not whither, so that his feet took him in any direction away from Milla, + since they were unable to take him away from himself—of whom he had + as great a horror. Her loving face was continually before him, and its + sweetness made his flesh creep. Milla had been too sweet. + </p> + <p> + When he met or passed people, it seemed to him that perhaps they were able + to recognize upon him somewhere the marks of his low quality. “Softy! Ole + sloppy fool!” he muttered, addressing himself. “Slushy ole mush!... <i>Spooner!</i>” + And he added, “Yours forever, kiddo!” Convulsions seemed about to seize + him. + </p> + <p> + Turning a corner with his head down, he almost charged into Dora Yocum. + She was homeward bound from a piano lesson, and carried a rolled leather + case of sheet music—something he couldn't imagine Milla carrying—and + in her young girl's dress, which attempted to be nothing else, she looked + as wholesome as cold spring water. Ramsey had always felt that she + despised him and now, all at once, he thought that she was justified. + Leper that he had become, he was unworthy to be even touching his cap to + her! And as she nodded and went briskly on, he would have given anything + to turn and walk a little way with her, for it seemed to him that this + might fumigate his morals. But he lacked the courage, and, besides, he + considered himself unfit to be seen walking with her. + </p> + <p> + He had a long afternoon of anguishes, these becoming most violent when he + tried to face the problem of his future course toward Milla. He did not + face it at all, in fact, but merely writhed, and had evolved nothing when + Friday evening was upon him and Milla waiting for him to take her to the + “band concert” with “Alb and Sade.” In his thoughts, by that time, this + harmless young pair shared the contamination of his own crime, and he + regarded them with aversion; however, he made shift to seek a short + interview with Albert, just before dinner. + </p> + <p> + “I got a pretty rotten headache, and my stomach's upset, too,” he said, + drooping upon the Paxton's fence. “I been gettin' worse every minute. You + and Sadie go by Milla's, Albert, and tell her if I'm not there by + ha'-pas'-seven, tell her not to wait for me any longer.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you mean 'wait'?” Albert inquired. “You don't expect her to come + pokin' along with Sadie and me, do you? She'll keep on sittin' there at + home just the same, because she wouldn't have anything else to do, if you + don't come like she expects you to. She hasn't got any way to <i>stop</i> + waitin'!” + </p> + <p> + At this, Ramsey moaned, without affectation. “I don't expect I <i>can</i>, + Albert,” he said. “I'd like to if I could, but the way it looks now, you + tell her I wouldn't be much surprised maybe I was startin' in with typhoid + fever or pretty near anything at all. You tell her I'm pretty near as + disappointed as she's goin' to be herself, and I'd come if I could—and + I <i>will</i> come if I get a good deal better, or anything—but the + way it's gettin' to look now, I kind o' feel as if I might be breaking out + with something any minute.” He moved away, concluding, feebly: “I guess I + better crawl on home, Albert, while I'm still able to walk some. You tell + her the way it looks now I'm liable to be right sick.” + </p> + <p> + And the next morning he woke to the chafings of remorse, picturing a Milla + somewhat restored in charm waiting hopefully at the gate, even after + half-past seven, and then, as time passed and the sound of the distant + horns came faintly through the darkness, going sadly to her room—perhaps + weeping there. It was a picture to wring him with shame and pity, but was + followed by another which electrified him, for out of school he did not + lack imagination. What if Albert had reported his illness too vividly to + Milla? Milla was so fond! What if, in her alarm, she should come here to + the house to inquire of his mother about him? What if she told Mrs. + Milholland they were “engaged”? The next moment Ramsey was projecting a + conversation between his mother and Milla in which the latter stated that + she and Ramsey were soon to be married; that she regarded him as already + virtually her husband, and demanded to nurse him. + </p> + <p> + In a panic he fled from the house before breakfast, going out by way of a + side door, and he crossed back yards and climbed back fences to reach + Albert Paxton the more swiftly. This creature, a ladies' man almost + professionally, was found exercising with an electric iron and a pair of + flannel trousers in a basement laundry, by way of stirring his appetite + for the morning meal. + </p> + <p> + “See here, Albert,” his friend said breathlessly. “I got a favour. I want + you to go over to Milla's—” + </p> + <p> + “I'm goin' to finish pressin' these trousers,” Albert interrupted. “Then + I've got my breakfast to eat.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you could do this first,” said Ramsey, hurriedly. “It wouldn't hurt + you to do me this little favour first. You just slip over and see Milla + for me, if she's up yet, and if she isn't, you better wait around there + till she is, because I want you to tell her I'm a whole lot better this + morning. Tell her I'm pretty near practick'ly all right again, Albert, and + I'll prob'ly write her a note or something right soon—or in a week + or so, anyhow. You tell her—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you act pretty funny!” Albert exclaimed, fumbling in the pockets of + his coat. “Why can't you go on over and tell her yourself?” + </p> + <p> + “I would,” said Ramsey. “I'd be perfectly willing to go only I got to get + back home to breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + Albert stared. “Well, I got to go upstairs and eat my own breakfast in + about a minute, haven't I? But just as it happens there wouldn't be any + use your goin' over there, or me, either.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Milla ain't there,” said Albert, still searching the pockets of his coat. + “When we went by her house last night to tell her about your headache and + stomach and all, why, her mother told us Milla'd gone up to Chicago + yesterday afternoon with her aunt, and said she left a note for you, and + she said if you were sick I better take it and give it to you. I was goin' + to bring it over to your house after breakfast.” He found it. “Here!” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey thanked him feebly, and departed in a state of partial + stupefaction, brought on by a glimpse of the instabilities of life. He had + also, not relief, but a sense of vacancy and loss; for Milla, out of his + reach, once more became mysteriously lovely. + </p> + <p> + Pausing in an alley, he read her note. + </p> + <p> + Dearie: Thought I ought to call you up but over the 'phone is just nix for + explanations as Mama and Aunt Jess would hear everything and thought I + might seem cold to you not saying anything sweet on account of them + listening and you would wonder why I was so cold when telling you good-by + for a wile maybe weeks. It is this way Uncle Purv wired Aunt Jess he has + just taken in a big touring car on a debt and his vacation starts + to-morrow so if they were going to take a trip they better start right way + so Aunt Jess invited me. It is going to be a big trip up around the lakes + and I have always wanted to go touring more than anything in the world + stopping at hotels and all and Mama said I ought to it would be so + splendid for my health as she thinks I am failing some lately. Now dearie + I have to pack and write this in a hurry so you will not be disappointed + when you come by for the B. C. to-night. Do not go get some other girl and + take her for I would hate her and nothing in this world make me false for + one second to my kiddo boy. I do not know just when home again as the + folks think I better stay up there for a visit at Aunt Jess and Uncle + Purvs home in Chicago after the trip is over. But I will think of you all + the time and you must think of me every minute and believe your own dearie + she will never no not for one second be false. So tell Sade and Alb + good-by for me and do not be false to me any more than I would be to you + and it will not be long till nothing more will interrupt our sweet + friendship. + </p> + <p> + As a measure of domestic prudence, Ramsey tore the note into irreparable + fragments, but he did this slowly, and without experiencing any of the + revulsion created by Milla's former missive. + </p> + <p> + He was melancholy, aggrieved that she should treat him so. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter X + </h2> + <p> + He never saw her again. She sent him a “picture postal” from Oconomowoc, + Wisconsin, which his father disengaged from the family mail, one morning + at breakfast, and considerately handed to him without audible comment. + Upon it was written, <i>“Oh, you Ramsey!”</i> This was the last of Milla. + </p> + <p> + Just before school opened, in the autumn, Sadie Clews made some + revelations. “Milla did like you,” said Sadie. “After that time you jumped + in the creek to save her she liked you better than any boy in town, and I + guess if it wasn't for her cousin Milt up in Chicago she would of liked + you the best anywhere. I guess she did, anyway, because she hadn't seen + him for about a year then. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that afternoon she went away I was over there and took in + everything that was goin' on, only she made me promise on my word of + honour I wouldn't even tell Albert. They didn't get any wire from her + uncle about the touring car; it was her cousin Milt that jumped on the + train and came down and fixed it all up for Milla to go on the trip, and + everything. You see, Ramsey, she was turned back a couple of times in + school before she came in our class and I don't exactly know how old she + is and she don't <i>look</i> old yet, but I'm pretty sure she's at least + eighteen, and she might be over. Her mother kept tellin' her all the time + you were just a kid, and didn't have anything to support her on, and lots + of things like that. I didn't think such a great deal of this Milt's + looks, myself, but he's anyway twenty-one years old, and got a good + position, and all their family seem to think he's just fine! It wasn't his + father that took in the touring car on debt, like she said she was writing + to you; it was Milt himself. He started out in business when he was only + fifteen years old, and this trip he was gettin' up for his father and + mother and Milla was the first vacation he ever took. Well, of course she + wouldn't like my tellin' you, but I can't see the harm of it, now + everything's all over.” + </p> + <p> + “All—all over? You mean Milla's going to be—to be married?” + </p> + <p> + “She already is,” said Sadie. “They got married at her Aunt Jess and Uncle + Purv's house, up in Chicago, last Thursday. Yes, sir; that quiet little + Milla's a regular old married woman by this time, I expect, Ramsey!” + </p> + <p> + When he got over the shock, which was not until the next day, one + predominating feeling remained: it was a gloomy pride—a pride in his + proven maturity. He was old enough, it appeared, to have been the same + thing as engaged to a person who was now a Married Woman. His manner + thenceforth showed an added trace of seriousness and self-consideration. + </p> + <p> + Having recovered his equipoise and something more, he entirely forgot that + moment of humble admiration he had felt for Dora Yocum on the day of his + flattest prostration. When he saw her sitting in the classroom, smiling + brightly up at the teacher, the morning of the school's opening in the + autumn, all his humility had long since vanished and she appeared to him + not otherwise than as the scholar whose complete proficiency had always + been so irksome to him. + </p> + <p> + “Look at her!” he muttered to himself. “Same ole Teacher's Pet!” + </p> + <p> + Now and then, as the days and seasons passed, and Dora's serene progress + continued, never checked or even flawed, there stirred within some + lingerings of the old determination to “show” her; and he would conjure up + a day-dream of Dora in loud lamentation, while he led the laughter of the + spectators. But gradually his feelings about her came to be merely a dull + oppression. He was tired of having to look at her (as he stated it) and he + thanked the Lord that the time wouldn't be so long now until he'd be out + of that ole school, and then all he'd have to do he'd just take care never + to walk by her house; it was easy enough to use some other street when he + had to go down-town. + </p> + <p> + “The good ole class of Nineteen-Fourteen is about gone,” he said to Fred + Mitchell, who was still his most intimate friend when they reached the + senior year. “Yes, sir; it's held together a good many years, Fred, but + after June it'll be busted plum up, and I hope nobody starts a move to + have any reunions. There's a good many members of the ole class that I can + stand and there's some I can't, but there's one I just won't! If we ever + did call a reunion, that ole Yocum girl would start in right away and run + the whole shebang, and that's where I'd resign! You know, Fred, the thing + <i>I</i> think is the one biggest benefit of graduating from this ole + school? It's never seein' Dora Yocum again.” + </p> + <p> + This was again his theme as he sat by the same friend's side, in the rear + row of the class at Commencement, listening to the delivery of the + Valedictory. “Thinks she's just sooblime, don't she!” he whispered + morosely. “She wouldn't trade with the President of the United States + right now. She prob'ly thinks bein' Valedictorian is more important than + Captain of the State University Eleven. Never mind!” And here his tone + became huskily jubilant. “Never mind! Just about a half-an-hour more and + that's the last o' <i>you</i>, ole girl! Yes, sir, Fred; one thing we can + feel pretty good over: this is where we get through with Dora Yocum!” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey and Fred had arranged to room together at Greenfield, the seat of + the state university, and they made the short journey in company the + following September. They arrived hilarious, anticipating pleasurable + excitements in the way of “fraternity” pledgings and initiations, + encounters with sophomores, class meetings, and elections; and, also, they + were not absolutely without interest in the matter of Girls, for the state + university was co-educational, and it was but natural to expect in so + broad a field, all new to them, a possible vision of something rather + thrilling. They whispered cheerfully of all these things during the + process of matriculation, and signed the registrar's book on a fresh page; + but when Fred had written his name under Ramsey's, and blotted it, he took + the liberty of turning over the leaf to examine some of the autographs of + their future classmates, written on the other side. Then he uttered an + exclamation, more droll than dolorous, though it affected to be wholly the + latter; for the shock to Fred was by no means so painful as it was to his + friend. + </p> + <p> + Ramsey leaned forward and read the name indicated by Fred's forefinger. + </p> + <p> + <i>Dora Yocum.</i> + </p> + <p> + ...When they got back to their pleasant quarters at Mrs. Meig's, facing + the campus, Ramsey was still unable to talk of anything except the + lamentable discovery; nor were his companion's burlesquing efforts to + console him of great avail, though Fred did become serious enough to point + out that a university was different from a high school. + </p> + <p> + “It's not like havin' to use one big room as a headquarters, you know, + Ramsey. Everything's all split up, and she might happen not to be in a + single of your classes.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't know my luck!” the afflicted boy protested. “I wish I'd gone to + Harvard, the way my father wanted me to. Why, this is just the worst + nuisance I ever struck! You'll see! She'll be in everything there is, just + the way she was back home.” + </p> + <p> + He appeared to be corroborated by the events of the next day, when they + attended the first meeting to organize the new class. The masculine + element predominated, but Dora Yocum was elected vice-president. “You + see?” Ramsey said. “Didn't I tell you? You see what happens?” + </p> + <p> + But after that she ceased for a time to intrude upon his life, and he + admitted that his harassment was less grave than he had anticipated. There + were about five hundred students in the freshman class; he seldom saw her, + and when he did it was not more than a distant glimpse of her on one of + the campus paths, her thoughtful head bent over a book as she hurried to a + classroom. This was bearable; and in the flattering agitations of being + sought, and even hunted, by several “fraternities” simultaneously desirous + of his becoming a sworn Brother, he almost forgot her. After a hazardous + month the roommates fell into the arms of the last “frat” to seek them, + and having undergone an evening of outrage which concluded with touching + rhetoric and an oath taken at midnight, they proudly wore jewelled symbols + on their breasts and were free to turn part of their attention to other + affairs, especially the affairs of the Eleven. + </p> + <p> + However, they were instructed by the older brethren of their Order, whose + duty it was to assist in the proper manoeuvring of their young careers, + that, although support of the 'varsity teams was important, they must + neglect neither the spiritual nor the intellectual by-products of + undergraduate doings. Therefore they became members of the college + Y.M.C.A. and of the “Lumen Society.” + </p> + <p> + According to the charter which it had granted itself, the “Lumen Society” + was an “Organization of male and female students”—so “advanced” was + this university—“for the development of the powers of debate and + oratory, intellectual and sociological progress, and the discussion of all + matters relating to philosophy, metaphysics, literature, art, and current + events.” A statement so formidable was not without a hushing effect upon + Messrs. Milholland and Mitchell; they went to their first “Lumen” meeting + in a state of fear and came away little reassured. + </p> + <p> + “I couldn't get up there,” Ramsey declared, “I couldn't stand up there + before all that crowd and make a speech, or debate in a debate, to save my + soul and gizzard! Why, I'd just keel right over and haf to be carried + out.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, the way I understand it,” said Fred, “we can't get out of it. The + seniors in the 'frat' said we had to join, and they said we couldn't + resign, either, after we had joined. They said we just had to go through + it, and after a while we'd get used to it and not mind it much.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>I</i> will!” Ramsey insisted. “I couldn't any more stand up there on + my feet and get to spoutin' about sociology and the radical metempsychorus + of the metaphysical bazoozum than I could fly a flyin' machine. Why, I—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that wasn't anything,” Fred interrupted. “The only one that talked + like that, he was that Blickens; he's a tutor, or something, and really a + member of the faculty. Most o' the others just kind of blah-blahhed + around, and what any of 'em tried to get off their chests hardly amounted + to terribly much.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't care. I couldn't do it at <i>all!</i>” + </p> + <p> + “Well, the way it looks to me,” Fred observed, “we simply <i>got</i> to! + From what they tell me, the freshmen got to do more than anybody. Every + other Friday night, it's all freshmen and nothin' else. You get a postal + card on Monday morning in your mail, and it says 'Assignment' on it, and + then it's got written underneath what you haf to do the next Friday night—oration + or debate, or maybe just read from some old book or something. I guess we + got to stand up there and <i>try</i>, anyway.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Ramsey. “If they want me to commit suicide they can send + me one o' their ole 'Assignments.' I won't need to commit suicide, though, + I guess. All I'll do, I'll just fall over in a fit, and stay in it.” + </p> + <p> + And, in truth, when he received his first “Assignment,” one Monday + morning, a month later, he seemed in a fair way to fulfil his prophecy. + The attention of his roommate, who sat at a window of their study, was + attracted by sounds of strangulation. + </p> + <p> + “What on earth's the matter, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “Look! Look at <i>this!</i>” + </p> + <p> + Fred took the card and examined it with an amazement gradually merging + into a pleasure altogether too perceptible: + </p> + <p> + ASSIGNMENT + </p> + <p> + TWELVE-MINUTE DEBATE, CLASS OF 1918. <i>Subject, Resolved:</i> That + Germany is both legally and morally justified in her invasion of Belgium. + </p> + <p> + (Debaters are notified that each will be held strictly to the following + schedule: Affirmative, 4 min., first. Negative, 4 min., first. Affirm, 2 + min., second. Neg., 2 min., second.) + </p> + <p> + Affirmative Negative R. MILHOLLAND, '18 D. YOCUM, '18 + </p> + <p> + Concluding his reading, which was oral, the volatile Mitchell made use of + his voice in a manner of heathenish boisterousness, and presently reclined + upon a lounge to laugh the better. His stricken comrade, meanwhile, + recovered so far as to pace the floor. “I'm goin' to pack up and light out + for home!” he declared, over and over. And even oftener he read and reread + the card to make sure of the actuality of that fatal coincidence, “D. + Yocum, '18.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XI + </h2> + <p> + “If I <i>could</i> do it,” he vociferated, “if I <i>could</i> stand up + there and debate one o' their darn ole debates in the first place—if + I had the gall to even try it, why, my gosh! you don't suppose I'm goin' + to get up there and argue with <i>that girl</i>, do you? That's a hot way + to get an education: stand up there and argue with a girl before a couple + o' hundred people! My <i>gosh!</i>” + </p> + <p> + “You got to!” his prostrate companion cackled, weakly. “You can't get out + of it. You're a goner, ole Buddy!” + </p> + <p> + “I'll be sick. I'll be sick as a dog! I'll be sick as the sickest dog that + ever—” + </p> + <p> + “No use, ole man. The frat seniors'll be on the job. They'll know whether + you're sick or not, and they'll have you there, right on the spot to the + minute!” + </p> + <p> + The prediction was accurate. The too fatherly “frat seniors” did all that + Fred said they would, and more. For the honour of the “frat,” they coached + the desperate Ramsey in the technic of Lumen debate, told him many more + things to say than could be said in six minutes, and produced him, + despairing, ghastly, and bedewed, in the large hall of the Lumen Society + at eight o'clock on Friday evening. + </p> + <p> + Four other “twelve-minute debates” preceded his and the sound of these, in + Ramsey's ears, was the sound of Gabriel practising on his horn in the + early morning of Judgment Day. The members of the society sat, three rows + deep, along the walls of the room, leaving a clear oblong of green carpet + in the centre, where were two small desks, twenty feet apart, the rostrums + of the debaters. Upon a platform at the head of the room sat dreadful + seniors, the officers of the society, and, upon benches near the platform, + the debaters of the evening were aligned. One of the fraternal seniors sat + with sweltering Ramsey; and the latter, as his time relentlessly came + nearer, made a last miserable squirm. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Brother Colburn, I got to get out o' here.” + </p> + <p> + “No, you don't, young fellow.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do!” Ramsey whispered, passionately. “Honest, I do. Honest, + Brother Colburn, I got to get a drink of water. I <i>got</i> to!” + </p> + <p> + “No. You can't.” + </p> + <p> + “Honest, Colburn, I <i>got</i>—” + </p> + <p> + “Hush!” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey grunted feebly, and cast his dilating eyes along the rows of faces. + Most of them were but as blurs, swimming, yet he was aware (he thought) of + a formidable and horrible impassive scrutiny of himself, a glare seeming + to pierce through him to the back of the belt round his waist, so that he + began to have fearful doubts about that belt, about every fastening and + adjustment of his garments, about the expression of his countenance, and + about many other things jumbling together in his consciousness. Over and + over he whispered gaspingly to himself the opening words of the sentence + with which Colburn had advised him to begin his argument. And as the + moment of supreme agony drew close, this whispering became continuous: “In + making my first appearance before this honor'ble membership I feel + constrained to say in making my first appearance before this honor'ble + membership I feel constrained to say in making my first appearance before + this honor'ble mem—” + </p> + <p> + ...It had come. The chairman announced the subject of the fourth freshman + twelve-minute debate; and Dora Yocum, hitherto unperceived by Ramsey, rose + and went forward to one of the small desks in the open space, where she + stood composedly, a slim, pretty figure in white. Members in Ramsey's + neighbourhood were aware of a brief and hushed commotion, and of Colburn's + fierce whisper, “You can't! You get up there!” And the blanched Ramsey + came forth and placed himself at the other desk. + </p> + <p> + He stood before the silent populace of that morgue, and it seemed to him + that his features had forgotten that he was supposed to be their owner and + in control of them; he felt that they were slipping all over his face, + regardless of his wishes. His head, as a whole, was subject to an + agitation not before known by him; it desired to move rustily in eccentric + ways of its own devising; his legs alternately limbered and straightened + under no direction but their own; and his hands clutched each other + fiercely behind his back; he was not one cohesive person, evidently, but + an assembled collection of parts which had relapsed each into its own + individuality. In spite of them, he somehow contrived the semblance of a + bow toward the chairman and the semblance of another toward Dora, of whom + he was but hazily conscious. Then he opened his mouth, and, not knowing + how he had started his voice going, heard it as if from a distance. + </p> + <p> + “In making my first appearance before this honor'ble membership I feel + restrained to say—” He stopped short, and thenceforward shook + visibly. After a long pause, he managed to repeat his opening, stopped + again, swallowed many times, produced a handkerchief and wiped his face, + an act of necessity—then had an inspiration. + </p> + <p> + “The subject assigned to me,” he said, “is resolved that Germany is mor'ly + and legally justified in Belgians—Belgiums! This subject was + assigned to me to be the subject of this debate.” He interrupted himself + to gasp piteously; found breathing difficult, but faltered again: “This + subject is the subject. It is the subject that was assigned to me on a + postal card.” Then, for a moment or so, he had a miraculous spurt of + confidence, and continued rather rapidly: “I feel constrained to say that + the country of Belgian—Belgium, I mean—this country has been + constrained by the—invaded I mean—invaded by the imperial + German Impire and my subject in this debate is whether it ought to or not, + my being the infernative—affirmative, I mean—that I got to + prove that Germany is mor'ly and legally justified. I wish to state that—” + </p> + <p> + He paused again, lengthily, then struggled on. “I have been requested to + state that the German Imp—Empire—that it certainly isn't right + for those Dutch—Germans, I mean—they haven't got any more + business in Belgium than I have myself, but I—I feel constrained to + say that I had to accept whatever side of this debate I got on the postal + card, and so I am constrained to take the side of the Dutch. I mean the + Germans. The Dutch are sometimes called—I mean the Germans are + sometimes called the Dutch in this country, but they aren't Dutch, though + sometimes called Dutch in this country. Well, and so—so, well, the + war began last August or about then, anyway, and the German army invaded + the Belgian army. After they got there, the invasion began. First, they + came around there and then they commenced invading. Well, what I feel + constrained—” + </p> + <p> + He came to the longest of all his pauses here, and the awful gravity of + the audience almost suffocated him. “Well,” he concluded, “it don't look + right to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Four minutes!” the chairman announced, for Ramsey's pauses had worn away + a great deal more of this terrible interval than had his eloquence. + “Opening statement for the negative: Miss D. Yocum. Four minutes.” + </p> + <p> + As Dora began to speak, Ramsey experienced a little relief, but only a + little—about the same amount of relief as that felt by a bridegroom + when it is the bride's turn to “respond,” not really relief at all, but + merely the slight relaxation of a continuing strain. The audience now + looked at Ramsey no more than people look at a bridegroom, but he failed + to perceive any substantial mitigation of his frightful conspicuousness. + He had not the remotest idea of what he had said in setting forth his case + for Germany, and he knew that it was his duty to listen closely to Dora, + in order to be able to refute her argument when his two-minute closing + speech fell due but he was conscious of little more than his own + condition. His legs had now gone wild beyond all devilry, and he had to + keep shifting his weight from one to the other in order even to hope that + their frenzy might escape general attention. + </p> + <p> + He realized that Dora was speaking rapidly and confidently, and that + somewhere in his ill-assembled parts lurked a familiar bit of him that + objected to her even more than usual; but she had used half of her time, + at least, before he was able to gather any coherent meaning from what she + was saying. Even then he caught only a fragment, here and there, and for + the rest—so far as Ramsey was concerned—she might as well have + been reciting the Swedish alphabet. + </p> + <p> + In spite of the rather startling feebleness of her opponent's statement, + Dora went at her task as earnestly as if it were to confute some monster + of casuistry. “Thus, having demonstrated that <i>all</i> war is wrong,” + she said, approaching her conclusion, “it is scarcely necessary to point + out that whatever the actual circumstances of the invasion, and whatever + the status of the case in international law, or by reason of treaty, or + the German oath to respect the neutrality of Belgium, which of course was + grossly and dishonorably violated—all this, I say, ladies and + gentlemen of the Lumen Society, all this is beside the point of morals. + Since, as I have shown, <i>all</i> war is wrong, the case may be + simplified as follows: All war is morally wrong. <i>Quod erat + demonstrandum</i>. Germany invaded Belgium. Invasion is war. Germany, + therefore, did moral wrong. Upon the legal side, as I began by pointing + out, Germany confessed in the Reichstag the violation of law. Therefore, + Germany was justified in the invasion neither morally nor legally; but was + both morally and legally wrong and evil. Ladies and gentlemen of the Lumen + Society, I await the refutation of my opponent!” + </p> + <p> + Her opponent appeared to be having enough trouble with his legs, without + taking any added cares upon himself in the way of refutations. But the + marvellous Dora had calculated the length of her statement with such + nicety that the chairman announced “Four minutes,” almost upon the instant + of her final syllable; and all faces turned once more to the upholder of + the affirmative. “Refutation and conclusion by the affirmative,” said the + chairman. “Mr. R. Milholland. Two minutes.” + </p> + <p> + Therewith, Ramsey coughed as long as he could cough, and when he felt that + no more should be done in this way, he wiped his face—again an act + of necessity—and quaveringly began: + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen and ladies, or ladies and gentlemen, in making the refutation + of my opponent, I feel that—I feel that hardly anything more ought + to be said.” + </p> + <p> + He paused, looked helplessly at his uncontrollable legs, and resumed: “I + am supposed to make the reputa—the refutation of my opponent, and I + feel that I ought to say quite a good deal more. In the first place, I + feel that the invasion has taken place. I am supposed—anyhow I got a + postal card that I am supposed to be here to-night. Well, in talking over + this matter with a couple of seniors, they told me I was supposed to claim + this invasion was mor'ly and legally all right. Well—” Here, by some + chance, the recollection of a word of Dora's flickered into his chaotic + mind, and he had a brighter moment. “My opponent said she proved all war + is wrong—or something like that, anyhow. She said she proved it was + wrong to fight, no matter what. Well, if she wasn't a girl, anybody that + wanted to get her into a fight could prob'ly do it.” He did not add that + he would like to be the person to make the experiment (if Dora weren't a + girl), nor did the thought enter his mind until an hour or so later. + “Well,” he added, “I suppose there is little more to be said.” + </p> + <p> + He was so right, in regard to his own performance, at least, that, + thereupon drying up utterly, he proceeded to stand, a speechless figure in + the midst of a multitudinous silence, for an eternity lasting forty-five + seconds. He made a racking effort, and at the end of this epoch found + words again. “In making my argument in this debate, I would state that—” + </p> + <p> + “Two minutes!” said the chairman. “Refutation by the negative. Miss D. + Yocum. Two minutes.” + </p> + <p> + “I waive them,” said Dora, primly. “I submit that the affirmative has not + refuted the argument of the negative.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well.” With his gavel the chairman sharply tapped the desk before + him, “The question is now before the house. 'Resolved, that Germany is + both morally and legally justified in her invasion of Belgium.' All those + in favour of the—” + </p> + <p> + But here there was an interruption of a kind never before witnessed during + any proceedings of the Lumen Society. It came from neither of the + debaters, who still remained standing at their desks until the vote + settling their comparative merits in argument should be taken. The + interruption was from the rear row of seats along the wall, where sat new + members of the society, freshmen not upon the program for the evening. A + loud voice was heard from this quarter, a loud but nasal voice, shrill as + well as nasal, and full of a strange hot passion. “Mr. Chairman!” it + cried. “Look-a-here, Mr. Chairman! Mr. Chairman, I demand to be heard! You + gotta gimme my say, Mr. Chairman! I'm a-gunna have my <i>say</i>! You + look-a-here, Mr. Chairman!” + </p> + <p> + Shocked by such a breach of order, and by the unseemly violence of the + speaker, not only the chairman but everyone else looked there. A short, + strong figure was on its feet, gesticulating fiercely; and the head + belonging to it was a large one with too much curly black hair, a flat, + swarthy face, shiny and not immaculately shaven; there was an impression + of ill-chosen clothes, too much fat red lip, too much tooth, too much + eyeball. Fred Mitchell, half-sorrowing, yet struggling to conceal tears of + choked mirth over his roommate's late exhibition, recognized this violent + interrupter as one Linski, a fellow freshman who sat next to him in one of + his classes. “What's <i>that</i> cuss up to?” Fred wondered, and so did + others. Linski showed them. + </p> + <p> + He pressed forward, shoving himself through the two rows in front of him + till he emerged upon the green carpet of the open space, and as he came, + he was cyclonic with words. + </p> + <p> + “You don't put no such stuff as this over, I tell you!” he shouted in his + hot, nasal voice. “This here's a free country, and you call yourself a + debating society, do you? Lemme tell you <i>I</i> belong to a debating + society in Chicago, where I come from, and them fellas up there, they'd + think they'd oughta be shot fer a fake like what you people are tryin' to + put over, here, to-night. I come down here to git some more education, and + pay fer it, too, in good hard money I've made sweatin' in a machine shop + up there in Chicago; but if <i>this</i> is the kind of education I'm + a-gunna git, I better go on back there. You call this a square debate, do + you?” + </p> + <p> + He advanced toward the chairman's platform, shaking a frantic fist. “Well, + if you do, you got another think comin', my capitalis' frien'! you went + and give out the question whether it's right fer Choimuny to go through + Belgium; and what do you do fer the Choimun side? You pick out this here + big stiff”—he waved his passionate hand at the paralyzed Ramsey—“you + pick out a boob like that for the Choimun side, a poor fish that gits + stagefright so bad he don't know whether he's talkin' or dead; or else he + fakes it; because he's a speaker so bum it looks more to me like he was + faking. You get this big stiff to fake the Choimun side, and then you go + and stick up a goil agains' him that's got brains and makes a pacifis' + argument that wins the case agains' the Choimuns like cuttin' through hog + lard! But you ain't a-gunna git away with it, mister! Lemme tell you right + here and now, I may be a mix blood, but I got some Choimun in me with the + rest what I got, and before you vote on this here question you gotta hear + a few woids from somebody that can <i>talk!</i> This whole war is a + capitalis' war, Belgium as much as Choimuny, and the United States is + sellin' its soul to the capitalis' right now, I tell you, takin' sides + agains' Choimuny. Orders fer explosives and ammanition and guns and Red + Cross supplies is comin' into this country by the millions, and the + capitalis' United States is fat already on the blood of the workers of + Europe! Yes, it is, and I'll have my <i>say,</i> you boorjaw faker, and + you can hammer your ole gavel to pieces at me!” + </p> + <p> + He had begun to shriek; moisture fell from his brow and his mouth; the + scandalized society was on its feet, nervously into groups. Evidently the + meeting was about to disintegrate. “I'll have my <i>say</i>!” the frenzied + Linski screamed. “You try to put up this capitalis' trick and work a fake + to carry over this debate agains' Choimuny, but you can't work it on <i>me</i>, + lemme tell you! I'll have my <i>say!</i>” + </p> + <p> + The outraged chairman was wholly at a loss how to deal with the + “unprecedented situation”—so he defined it, quite truthfully; and he + continued to pound upon the desk, while other clamours began to rival + Linski's; shouts of “Put him out!” “Order!” “Shut up, Freshman!” “Turn him + over to the sophomores!” + </p> + <p> + “This meeting is <i>adjourned!</i>” bellowed the chairman, and there was a + thronging toward the doors, while the frothing Linski asseverated: “I'm + a-gunna git my say, I tell you! I'll have my say! I'll have my <i>say!</i>” + </p> + <p> + He had more than that, before the hour was over. A moment after he emerged + from the building and came out, still hot, upon the cool, dark campus, he + found himself the centre of a group of his own classmates whom he at first + mistook for sophomores, such was their manner. + </p> + <p> + ...As this group broke up, a few minutes later, a youth running to join + it, scenting somewhat of interest, detained one of those who were + departing. + </p> + <p> + “What's up? What was that squealing?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, nothing. We just talked to that Linski. Nobody else touched him, but + Ramsey Milholland gave him a <i>peach</i> of a punch on the snoot.” + </p> + <p> + “Whoopee!” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey was laconic in response to inquiries upon this subject. When + someone remarked: “You served him right for calling you a boob and a poor + fish and so on before all the society, girls and all,” Ramsey only said: + </p> + <p> + “That wasn't what I hit him for.” + </p> + <p> + He declined to explain further. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XII + </h2> + <p> + “The way I look at it, Ramsey,” Fred Mitchell said, when they reached + their apartment, whither the benevolent Colburn accompanied them, “the way + I look at it, this Linski kind of paid you a compliment, after all, when + he called you a fake. He must have thought you anyway <i>looked</i> as if + you could make a better speech than you did. Oh, golly!” + </p> + <p> + And as Ramsey groaned, the jovial Mitchell gave himself up to the divan + and the mirth. “Oh, oh, oh, <i>golly</i>!” he sputtered. + </p> + <p> + “Never you mind, Brother Milholland,” Colburn said gently. “The Lumen is + used to nervous beginners. I've seen dozens in my time, just like you; and + some of 'em got to be first rate before they quit. Besides, this crazy + Linski is all that anybody'll ever remember about to-night's meeting, + anyhow. There never was any such outbreak as that in <i>my</i> time, and I + guess there never was in the whole history of the society. We'll probably + suspend him until he apologizes to the society—I'm on the board, and + I'm in favour of it. Who is the bird, anyhow? He's in your class.” + </p> + <p> + “I never saw him before,” Ramsey responded from the deep chair, where he + had moodily thrown himself; and, returning to his brooding upon his + oratory. “Oh, murder!” he moaned. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the senior, “you'll know him when you see him again. You put + your mark on him where you can see it, all right!” He chuckled. “I suppose + I really ought to have interfered in that, but I decided to do a little + astronomical observation, about fifty feet away, for a few minutes. I'm + 'way behind in my astronomy, anyhow. Do you know this Linski, Brother + Mitchell?” + </p> + <p> + “I've talked to him a couple o' times on the campus,” said Fred. “He's in + one of my classes. He's about the oldest in our class, I guess—a lot + older than us, anyhow. He's kind of an anarchist or something; can't talk + more'n five minutes any time without gettin off some bug stuff about + 'capitalism.' He said the course in political economy was all 'capitalism' + and the prof was bought by Wall Street.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor old Prof. Craig!” Colburn laughed. “He gets fifteen hundred a year.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I'd heard that myself, and I told Linski, and he said he had an + uncle workin' in a steel mill got twice that much; but it didn't make any + difference, ole Craig was bought by Wall Street. He said 'capitalism' + better look out; he and the foreign-born workmen were goin' to <i>take</i> + this country some day, and that was one of the reasons he was after an + education. He talked pretty strong pro-German, too—about the war in + Europe—but I sort of thought that was more because he'd be + pro-anything that he thought would help upset the United States than + because he cared much about Germany.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Colburn, “that's how he sounded to-night. I guess there's + plenty more like him in the cities, too. That reminds me, I'd better + arrange a debate on immigration for the Lumen. We'll put Brother + Milholland for the negative, this time.” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey started violently. “See here—” + </p> + <p> + But the senior reassured him. “Just wanted to see you jump,” he explained. + “Don't fear; you've done your share.” + </p> + <p> + “I should think I have!” Ramsey groaned. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you won't be called on again this term. By the way,” said Colburn, + thoughtfully, “that was a clever girl you had against you to-night. I + don't believe in pacificism much, myself, but she used it very niftily for + her argument. Isn't she from your town, this Miss Yocum?” + </p> + <p> + Fred nodded. + </p> + <p> + “Well, she's a clever young thing,” said the senior, still thoughtful. And + he added: “Graceful girl, she is.” + </p> + <p> + At this, the roommates looked at him with startled attention. Ramsey was + so roused as to forget his troubles and sit forward in his chair. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the musing Colburn, “she's a mighty pretty girl.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” + </p> + <p> + This exclamation was a simultaneous one; the astounded pair stared at him + in blank incredulity. + </p> + <p> + “Why, don't you think so?” Colburn mildly inquired. “She seems to me very + unusual looking.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, yes,” Fred assented, emphatically. “We're with you there!” + </p> + <p> + “Extraordinary eyes,” continued Colburn. “Lovely figure, too; altogether a + strikingly pretty girl. Handsome, I should say, perhaps. Yes, 'handsome' + rather than 'pretty'.” He looked up from a brief reverie. “You fellows + known her long?” + </p> + <p> + “You bet!” said Ramsey. + </p> + <p> + “She made a splendid impression on the Lumen,” Colburn went on. “I don't + remember that I ever saw a first appearance there that quite equalled it. + She'll probably have a brilliant career in the society, and in the + university, too. She must be a very fine sort of person.” He deliberated + within himself a few moments longer, then, realizing that his hosts and + Brethren did not respond with any heartiness—or with anything at all—to + the theme, he changed it, and asked them what they thought about the war + in Europe. + </p> + <p> + They talked of the war rather drowsily for a while; it was an interesting + but not an exciting topic: the thing they spoke of was so far away. It was + in foreign countries where they had never been and had no acquaintances; + and both the cause and the issue seemed to be in confusion, though + evidently Germany had “started” the trouble. Only one thing emerged as + absolutely clear and proved: there could be no disagreement about + Germany's “dirty work,” as Fred defined it, in violating Belgium. And this + stirred Ramsey to declare with justice that “dirty work” had likewise been + done upon himself by the official person, whoever he or she was, who had + given him the German side of the evening's debate. After this moment of + fervour, the conversation languished, and Brother Colburn rose to go. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'm glad you gave that Linski a fine little punch, Brother + Milholland,” he said, at the door. “It won't do you any harm in the + 'frat,' or with the Lumen either. And don't be discouraged about your + debating. You'll learn. Anybody might have got rattled by having to argue + against as clever and good-looking a girl as that!” + </p> + <p> + The roommates gave each other a look of serious puzzlement as the door + closed. “Well, Brother Colburn is a mighty nice fellow,” Fred said. “He's + kind of funny, though.” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey assented, and then, as the two prepared for bed, they entered into + a further discussion of their senior friend. They liked him “all right,” + they said, but he certainly must be kind of queer, and they couldn't just + see how he had “ever managed to get where he was” in the “frat” and the + Lumen and the university. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XIII + </h2> + <p> + Ramsey passed the slightly disfigured Linski on the campus next day + without betraying any embarrassment or making a sign of recognition. Fred + Mitchell told his roommate, chuckling, that Linski had sworn to “get” him, + and, not knowing Fred's affiliations, had made him the confidant of his + oath. Fred had given his blessing, he said, upon the enterprise, and + advised Linski to use a brick. “He'll hit you on the head with it,” said + the light-hearted Fred, falling back upon this old joke. “Then you can + catch it as it bounces off and throw it back at him.” + </p> + <p> + However, Linski proved to be merely an episode, not only so far as Ramsey + was concerned but in the Lumen and in the university as well. His + suspension from the Lumen was for a year, and so cruel a punishment it + proved for this born debater that he noisily declared he would found a + debating society himself, and had a poster printed and distributed + announcing the first meeting of “The Free Speech and Masses' Rights + Council.” Several town loafers attended the meeting, but the only person + connected with the university who came was an oriental student, a Chinese + youth of almost intrusive amiability. Linski made a fiery address, the + townsmen loudly appluading his advocacy of an embargo on munitions and the + distribution of everybody's “property,” but the Chinaman, accustomed to + see students so madly in earnest only when they were burlesquing, took the + whole affair to be intended humour, and tittered politely without + cessation—except at such times as he thought it proper to appear + quite wrung with laughter. Then he would rock himself, clasp his mouth + with both hands and splutter through his fingers. Linski accused him of + being in the pay of “capital.” + </p> + <p> + Next day the orator was unable to show himself upon the campus without + causing demonstrations; whenever he was seen a file of quickly gathering + students marched behind him chanting repeatedly and deafeningly in chorus: + “Down with Wall Street! Hoch der Kaiser! Who loves Linski? Who, who, who? + Hoo Lun! Who loves Linski? Who, who, who? Hoo Lun!” + </p> + <p> + Linski was disgusted, resigned from the university, and disappeared. + </p> + <p> + “Well, here it isn't mid-year Exams yet, and the good ole class of + Nineteen-Eighteen's already lost a member,” said Fred Mitchell. “I guess + we can bear the break-up!” + </p> + <p> + “I guess so,” Ramsey assented. “That Linski might just as well stayed + here, though.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “He couldn't do any harm here. He'll prob'ly get more people to listen to + him in cities where there's so many new immigrants and all such that don't + know anything, comin' in all the time.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well,” said Fred. “What do <i>we</i> care what happens to Chicago! + Come on, let's behave real wild, and go on over to the 'Teria and get us a + couple egg sandwiches and sassprilly.” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey was willing. + </p> + <p> + After the strain of the “mid-year Exams” in February, they lived a + free-hearted life. They had settled into the ways of their world; they had + grown used to it, and it had grown used to them; there was no longer any + ignominy in being a freshman. They romped upon the campus and sometimes + rioted harmlessly about the streets of the town. In the evenings they + visited their fellows and Brethren and were visited in turn, and sometimes + they looked so far ahead as to talk vaguely of their plans for professions + or business—though to a freshman this concerned an almost + unthinkably distant prospect. “I guess I'll go in with my father, in the + wholesale drug business,” said Fred. “My married brother already is in the + firm, and I suppose they'll give me a show—send me out on the road a + year or two first, maybe, to try me. Then I'm going to marry some little + cutie and settle down. What you goin' to do, Ramsey? Go to Law School, and + then come back and go in your father's office?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know. Guess so.” + </p> + <p> + It was always Fred who did most of the talking; Ramsey was quiet. Fred + told the “frat seniors” that Ramsey was “developing a whole lot these + days”; and he told Ramsey himself that he could see a “big change” in him, + adding that the improvement was probably due to Ramsey's having passed + through “terrible trials like that debate.” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey kept to their rooms more than his comrade did, one reason for this + domesticity being that he “had to study longer than Fred did, to keep up”; + and another reason may have been a greater shyness than Fred possessed—if, + indeed, Fred possessed any shyness at all. For Fred was a cheery spirit + difficult to abash, and by the coming of spring knew all of the + best-looking girl students in the place—knew them well enough, it + appeared, to speak of them not merely by their first names but by + abbreviations of these. He had become fashion's sprig, a “fusser” and + butterfly, and he reproached his roommate for shunning the ladies. + </p> + <p> + “Well, the truth is, Fred,” said Ramsey one day, responding darkly;—“well, + you see the truth is, Fred, I've had a—a—I've had an + experience—” + </p> + <p> + So, only, did he refer to Milla. + </p> + <p> + Fred said no more; and it was comprehended between them that the past need + never be definitely referred to again, but that it stood between Ramsey + and any entertainment to be obtained of the gentler but less trustworthy + sex. And when other Brethren of the “frat” would have pressed Ramsey to + join them in various frivolous enterprises concerning “co-eds,” or to be + shared by “co-eds,” Fred thought it better to explain to them privately + (all being sacred among Brethren) how Ramsey's life, so far as Girls went, + had been toyed with by one now a Married Woman. + </p> + <p> + This created a great deal of respect for Ramsey. It became understood + everywhere that he was a woman-hater. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XIV + </h2> + <p> + That early spring of 1915 the two boys and their friends and Brethren + talked more of the war than they had in the autumn, though the subject was + not an all at absorbing one; for the trenches in Flanders and France were + still of the immense, remote distance. By no stretch of imagination could + these wet trenches be thought greatly to concern the “frat,” the Lumen, or + the university. Really important matters were the doings of the “Track + Team,” now training in the “Gym” and on the 'Varsity Field, and, more + vital still, the prospects of the Nine. But in May there came a shock + which changed things for a time. + </p> + <p> + The <i>Lusitania</i> brought to every American a revelation of what had + lain so deep in his own heart that often he had not realized it was there. + When the Germans hid in the sea and sent down the great merchant ship, + with American babies and their mothers, and gallantly dying American + gentlemen, there came a change even to girls and boys and professors, + until then so preoccupied with their own little aloof world thousands of + miles from the murder. + </p> + <p> + Fred Mitchell, ever volatile and generous, was one of those who went quite + wild. No orator, he nevertheless made a frantic speech at the week's “frat + meetings,” cursing the Germans in the simple old English words that their + performance had demonstrated to be applicable, and going on to demand that + the fraternity prepare for its own share in the action of the country. “I + don't care <i>how</i> insignificant we few fellows here to-night may + seem,” he cried; “we can do our little, and if everybody in this country's + ready to do their own little, why, that'll be plenty! Brothers, don't you + realize that all <i>over</i> the United States to-night the people are + feeling just the way we are here? Millions and millions and millions of + them! Wherever there's an American he's <i>with</i> us—and you bet + your bottom dollar there are just a few more Americans in this country of + ours than there are big-mouthed lobsters like that fellow Linski! I tell + you, if Congress only gives the word, there could be an army of five + million men in this country to-morrow, and those dirty baby-killin' + dachshunds would hear a word or two from your Uncle Samuel! Brothers, I + demand that something be done right here and now, and by us! I move we + telegraph the Secretary of War to-night and offer him a regiment from this + university to go over and help <i>hang</i> their damn Kaiser.” + </p> + <p> + The motion was hotly seconded and instantly carried. Then followed a much + flustered discussion of the form and phrasing of the proposed telegram, + but, after everything seemed to have been settled, someone ascertained by + telephone that the telegraph company would not accept messages containing + words customarily defined as profane; so the telegram had to be rewritten. + This led to further amendment, and it was finally decided to address the + senators from that state, instead of the Secretary of War, and thus in a + somewhat modified form the message was finally despatched. + </p> + <p> + Next day, news of what the “frat” had done made a great stir in the + university; other “frats” sent telegrams, so did the “Barbarians,” haters + of the “frats” but joining them in this; while a small band of + “German-American” students found it their duty to go before the faculty + and report these “breaches of neutrality.” They protested heavily, + demanding the expulsion of the “breachers” as disloyal citizens, therefore + unfit students, but suffered a disappointment; for the faculty itself had + been sending telegrams of similar spirit, addressing not only the senators + and congressmen of the state but the President of the United States. + Flabbergasted, the “German-Americans” retired; they were confused and + disgusted by this higher-up outbreak of unneutrality—it overwhelmed + them that citizens of the United States should not remain neutral in the + dispute between the United States and Germany. All day the campus was in + ferment. + </p> + <p> + At twilight, Ramsey was walking meditatively on his way to dinner at the + “frat house,” across the campus from his apartment at Mrs. Meig's. + Everybody was quiet now, both town and gown; the students were at their + dinners and so were the burghers. Ramsey was late but did not quicken his + thoughtful steps, which were those of one lost in reverie. He had + forgotten that spring-time was all about him, and, with his head down, + walked unregardful of the new gayeties flung forth upon the air by great + clusters of flowering shrubs, just come into white blossom and lavender. + </p> + <p> + He was unconscious that somebody behind him, going the same way, came + hastening to overtake him and called his name, “Ramsey! Ramsey + Milholland!” Not until he had been called three times did he realize that + he was being hailed—and in a girl's voice! By that time, the girl + herself was beside him, and Ramsey halted, quite taken aback. The girl was + Dora Yocum. + </p> + <p> + She was pale, a little breathless, and her eyes were bright and severe. “I + want to speak to you,” she said, quickly. “I want to ask you about + something. Mr. Colburn and Fred Mitchell are the only people I know in + your 'frat' except you, and I haven't seen either of them to-day, or I'd + have asked one of them.” + </p> + <p> + Most uncomfortably astonished, Ramsey took his hands out of his pockets, + picked a leaf from a lilac bush beside the path, and put the stem of the + leaf seriously into a corner of his mouth, before finding anything to say. + “Well—well, all right,” he finally responded. “I'll tell you—if + it's anything I know about.” + </p> + <p> + “You know about it,” said Dora. “That is, you certainly do if you were at + your 'frat' meeting last night. Were you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I was there,” Ramsey answered, wondering what in the world she + wanted to know, though he supposed vaguely that it must be something about + Colburn, whom he had several times seen walking with her. “Of course I + couldn't tell you much,” he added, with an afterthought. “You see, a good + deal that goes on at a 'frat' meeting isn't supposed to be talked about.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she said, smiling faintly, though with a satire that missed him. + “I've been a member of a sorority since September, and I think I have an + idea of what could be told or not told. Suppose we walk on, if you don't + mind. My question needn't embarrass you.” + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, as they slowly went on together, Ramsey was embarrassed. He + felt “queer.” They had known each other so long; in a way had shared so + much, sitting daily for years near each other and undergoing the same + outward experiences; they had almost “grown up together,” yet this was the + first time they had ever talked together or walked together. + </p> + <p> + “Well—” he said. “If you want to ask anything it's all right for me + to tell you—well, I just as soon, I guess.” + </p> + <p> + “It has nothing to do with the secret proceedings of your 'frat',” said + Dora, primly. “What I want to ask about has been talked of all over the + place to-day. Everyone has been saying it was <i>your</i> 'frat' that sent + the first telegram to members of the Government offering support in case + of war with Germany. They say you didn't even wait until to-day, but sent + off a message last night. What I wanted to ask you was whether this story + is true or not?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes,” said Ramsey, mildly. “That's what we did.” + </p> + <p> + She uttered an exclamation, a sound of grief and of suspicion confirmed. + “Ah! I was afraid so!” + </p> + <p> + “'Afraid so'? What's the matter?” he asked, and because she seemed excited + and troubled, he found himself not quite so embarrassed as he had been at + first; for some reason her agitation made him feel easier. “What was wrong + about that?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it's all so shocking and wicked and mistaken!” she cried. “Even the + faculty has been doing it, and half the other 'frats' and sororities! And + it was yours that started it.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we did,” he said, throughly puzzled. “We're the oldest 'frat' here, + and of course”—he chuckled modestly—“of course we think we're + the best. Do you mean you believe we ought to've sat back and let somebody + else start it?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, <i>no</i>!” she answered, vehemently. “Nobody ought to have started + it! That's the trouble; don't you see? If nobody had started it none of it + might have happened. The rest mightn't have caught it. It mightn't have + got into their heads. A war thought is the most contagious thought in the + world; but if it can be kept from starting, it can be kept from being + contagious. It's just when people have got into an emotional state, or a + state of smouldering rage, that everybody ought to be so terribly careful + not to think war thoughts or make war speeches—or send war + telegrams! I thought—oh, I was so sure I'd convinced Mr. Colburn of + all this, the last time we talked of it! He seemed to understand, and I + was sure he agreed with me.” She bit her lip. “He was only pretending—I + see that now!” + </p> + <p> + “I guess he must 'a' been,” said Ramsey, with admirable simplicity. “He + didn't talk about anything like that last night. He was as much for it as + anybody.” + </p> + <p> + “I've no doubt!” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey made bold to look at her out of the side of his eye, and as she was + gazing tensely forward he continued his observation for some time. She was + obviously controlling agitation, almost controlling tears, which seemed to + threaten her very wide-open eyes; for those now fully grown and noticeable + eyewinkers of hers were subject to fluctuations indicating such a threat. + She looked “hurt,” and Ramsey was touched; there was something human about + her, then, after all. And if he had put his feeling into words at the + moment, he would have said that he guessed maybe he could stand this ole + girl, for a few minutes sometimes, better than he'd always thought he + could. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “Colburn prob'ly wouldn't want to hurt your feelings or + anything. Colburn—” + </p> + <p> + “He? He didn't! I haven't the faintest personal interest in what he did.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said Ramsey. “Well, excuse me; I thought prob'ly you were sore + because he'd jollied you about this pacifist stuff, and then—” + </p> + <p> + “No!” she said, sharply. “I'm not thinking of his having agreed with <i>me</i> + and fooling <i>me</i> about it. He just wanted to make a pleasant + impression on a girl, and said anything he thought would please her. I + don't care whether he does things like that or not. What I care about is + that the <i>principle</i> didn't reach him and that he mocked it! I don't + care about a petty treachery to me, personally, but I—” + </p> + <p> + Fraternal loyalty could not quite brook this. “Brother Colburn is a + perfectly honor'ble man,” said Ramsey, solemnly. “He is one of the most + honor'ble men in this—” + </p> + <p> + “Of course!” she cried. “Oh, can't I make you understand that I'm not + condemning him for a little flattery to me? I don't care two straws for + his showing that <i>I</i> didn't influence him. He doesn't interest me, + please understand.” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey was altogether perplexed. “Well, I don't see what makes you go for + him so hard, then.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't.” + </p> + <p> + “But you said he was treach—” + </p> + <p> + “I don't <i>condemn</i> him for it,” she insisted, despairingly. “Don't + you see the difference? I'm not condemning anybody; I'm only lamenting. + </p> + <p> + “What about? + </p> + <p> + “About all of you that want <i>war</i>!” + </p> + <p> + “My golly!” Ramsey exclaimed. “You don't think those Dutchmen were right + to drown babies and—” + </p> + <p> + “No! I think they were ghastly murderers! I think they were detestable and + fiendish and monstrous and—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, my goodness! What do you want?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't want war!” + </p> + <p> + “You don't?” + </p> + <p> + “I want Christianity!” she cried. “I can't think of the Germans without + hating them, and so to-day, when all the world is hating them, I keep + myself from thinking of them as much as I can. Already half the world is + full of war; you want to go to war to make things right, but it won't; it + will only make more war!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I—” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you see what you've done, you boys?” she said. “Don't you see what + you've done with your absurd telegram? That started the rest; they thought + they <i>all</i> had to send telegrams like that.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, the faculty—” + </p> + <p> + “Even they mightn't have thought of it if it hadn't been for the first + one. Vengeance is the most terrible thought; once you put it into people's + minds that they ought to have it, it runs away with them.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it isn't mostly vengeance we're after, at all. There's a lot more + to it than just getting even with—” + </p> + <p> + She did not heed him. “You're all blind! You don't see what you're doing; + you don't even see what you've done to this peaceful place here. You've + filled it full of thoughts of fury and killing and massacre—” + </p> + <p> + “Why, no,” said Ramsey. “It was those Dutch did that to us; and, besides, + there's more to it than you—” + </p> + <p> + “No, there isn't,” she interrupted. “It's just the old brutal spirit that + nations inherit from the time they were only tribes; it's the tribe + spirit, and an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. It's those things + and the love of fighting—men have always loved to fight. + Civilization hasn't taken it out of them; men still have the brute in them + that loves to fight!” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think so,” said Ramsey. “Americans don't love to fight; I don't + know about other countries, but we don't. Of course, here and there, + there's some fellow that likes to hunt around for scrapes, but I never saw + more than three or four in my life that acted that way. Of course a + football team often has a scrapper or two on it, but that's different.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” she said. “I think you all really love to fight.” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey was roused to become argumentative. “I don't see where you get the + idea. Colburn isn't that way, and back at school there wasn't a single boy + that was anything like that.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” She stopped, and turned suddenly to face him. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter?” he said, stopping, too. Something he said had + startled her, evidently. + </p> + <p> + “How can you say such a thing?” she cried. “<i>You</i> love to fight!” + </p> + <p> + “Me?” + </p> + <p> + “You do! You love fighting. You always have loved fighting.” + </p> + <p> + He was dumbfounded. “Why, I never had a fight in my life!” + </p> + <p> + She cried out in protest of such prevarication. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I never did,” he insisted, mildly. + </p> + <p> + “Why, you had a fight about <i>me</i>!” + </p> + <p> + “No, I didn't.” + </p> + <p> + “With Wesley Bender!” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey chuckled. “<i>That</i> wasn't a fight!” + </p> + <p> + “It wasn't?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing like one. We were just guyin' him about—about gettin' + slicked up, kind of, because he sat in front of you; and he hit me with + his book strap and I chased him off. Gracious, no; <i>that</i> wasn't a + fight!” + </p> + <p> + “But you fought Linski only last fall.” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey chuckled again. “That wasn't even as much like a fight as the one + with Wesley. I just told this Linski I was goin' to give him a punch in + the sn— I just told him to look out because I was goin' to hit him, + and then I did it, and waited to see if he wanted to do anything about it, + and he didn't. That's all there was to it, and it wasn't any more like + fighting than—than feeding chickens is.” + </p> + <p> + She laughed dolefully. “It seems to me rather more like it than that!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it wasn't.” + </p> + <p> + They had begun to walk on again, and Ramsey was aware that they had passed + the “frat house,” where his dinner was probably growing cold. He was aware + of this, but not sharply or insistently. Curiously enough, he did not + think about it. He had begun to find something pleasant in the odd + interview, and in walking beside a girl, even though the girl was Dora + Yocum. He made no attempt to account to himself for anything so peculiar. + </p> + <p> + For a while they went slowly together, not speaking, and without + destination, though Ramsey vaguely took it for granted that Dora was going + somewhere. But she wasn't. They emerged from the part of the small town + closely built about the university and came out upon a bit of parked land + overlooking the river; and here Dora's steps slowed to an indeterminate + halt near a bench beneath a maple tree. + </p> + <p> + “I think I'll stay here a while,” she said; and as he made no response, + she asked, “Hadn't you better be going back to your 'frat house' for your + dinner? I didn't mean for you to come out of your way with me; I only + wanted to get an answer to my question. You'd better be running back.” + </p> + <p> + “Well—” + </p> + <p> + He stood irresolute, not sure that he wanted his dinner just then. It + would have amazed him to face the fact deliberately that perhaps he + preferred being with Dora Yocum to eating. However, he faced no such fact, + nor any fact, but lingered. + </p> + <p> + “Well—” he said again. + </p> + <p> + “You'd better go.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess I can get my dinner pretty near any time. I don't—” He had + a thought. “Did you—” + </p> + <p> + “Did I what?” + </p> + <p> + “Did you have your dinner before I met you?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, aren't you—” + </p> + <p> + She shook her head. “I don't want any.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think people have very much appetite to-day and yesterday,” she + said, with the hint of a sad laugh, “all over America.” + </p> + <p> + “No; I guess that's so.” + </p> + <p> + “It's too terrible!” she said. “I can't sit and eat when I think of the <i>Lusitania</i>—of + all those poor, poor people strangling in the water—” + </p> + <p> + “No; I guess nobody can eat much, if they think about that.” + </p> + <p> + “And of what it's going to bring, if we let it,” she went on. “As if this + killing weren't enough, we want to add <i>our</i> killing! Oh, that's the + most terrible thing of all—the thing it makes within us! Don't you + understand?” + </p> + <p> + She turned to him appealingly, and he felt queerer than ever. Dusk had + fallen. Where they stood, under the young-leaved maple tree, there was but + a faint lingering of afterglow, and in this mystery her face glimmered wan + and sweet; so that Ramsey, just then, was like one who discovers an old + pan, used in the kitchen, to be made of chased silver. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don't feel much like dinner right now,” he said. “We—we + could sit here awhile on this bench, prob'ly.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XV + </h2> + <p> + Ramsey kept very few things from Fred Mitchell, and usually his + confidences were immediate upon the occasion of them; but allowed several + weeks to elapse before sketching for his roommate the outlines of this + adventure. + </p> + <p> + “One thing that was kind o' funny about it, Fred,” he said, “I didn't know + what to call her.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Mitchell, stretched upon the window seat in their “study,” and looking + out over the town street below and the campus beyond the street, had + already thought it tactful to ambush his profound amusement by turning + upon his side, so that his face was toward the window and away from his + companion. “What did you want to call her?” he inquired in a serious + voice. “Names?” + </p> + <p> + “No. You know what I mean. I mean I had to just keep callin' her 'you'; + and that gets kind of freaky when you're talkin' to anybody a good while + like that. When she'd be lookin' away from me, and I'd want to start + sayin' something to her, you know, why, I wouldn't know how to get started + exactly, without callin' her something. A person doesn't want to be always + startin' off with 'See here,' or things like that.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't see why you let it trouble you,” said Fred. “From how you've + always talked about her, you had a perfectly handy way to start off with + anything you wanted to say to her.” + </p> + <p> + “What with?” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn't you just say, 'Oh, you Teacher's Pet!' That would—” + </p> + <p> + “Get out! What I mean is, she called me 'Ramsey' without any bother; it + seems funny I got stumped every time I started to say 'Dora.' Someway I + couldn't land it, and it certainly would 'a' sounded crazy to call her + 'Miss Yocum' after sittin' in the same room with her every day from the + baby class clear on up through the end of high school. That <i>would</i> + 'a' made me out an idiot!” + </p> + <p> + “What did you call her?” Fred asked. + </p> + <p> + “Just nothin' at all. I started to call her something or other a hundred + times, I guess, and then I'd balk. I'd get all ready, and kind of make a + sort of a sound, and then I'd have to quit.” + </p> + <p> + “She may have thought you had a cold,” said Fred, still keeping his back + turned. + </p> + <p> + “I expect maybe she did—though I don't know; most of the time she + didn't seem to notice me much, kind of.” + </p> + <p> + “She didn't?” + </p> + <p> + “No. She was too upset, I guess, by what she was thinkin' about.” + </p> + <p> + “But if it hadn't been for that,” Fred suggested, “you mean she'd have + certainly paid more attention to who was sitting on the bench with her?” + </p> + <p> + “Get out! You know how it was. Everybody those few days thought we were + goin' to have war, and she was just sure of it, and it upset her. Of + course most people were a lot more upset by what those Dutchmen did to the + <i>Lusitania</i> than by the idea of war; and she seemed to feel as broken + up as anybody could be about the <i>Lusitania</i>, but what got her the + worst was the notion of her country wantin' to fight, she said. She really + was upset, too, Fred; there wasn't any puttin' on about it. I guess that + ole girl certainly must have a good deal of feeling, because, doggoned, + after we'd been sittin' there a while if she didn't have to get out her + handkerchief! She kept her face turned away from me—just the same as + you're doin' now to keep from laughin'—but honestly, she cried like + somebody at a funeral. I felt like the darndest fool!” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not laughing,” said Fred, but he did not prove it by turning so that + his face could be seen. “What did she say?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, she didn't say such an awful lot. She said one kind o' funny thing + though: she said she was sorry she couldn't quite control herself, but if + anybody had to see her cry she minded it less because it was an old + schoolmate. What struck me so kind o' funny about that is—why, it + looks as if she never knew the way I always hated her so.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Fred. “It wasn't flattering!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, it <i>isn't</i>, kind of,” Ramsey agreed, musingly. “It + certainly isn't when you look at it that way.” + </p> + <p> + “What did you say when she said that?” Fred asked. + </p> + <p> + “Nothin'. I started to, but I sort of balked again. Well, we kept on + sitting there, and afterwhile she began to talk again and got kind of + excited about how no war could do anything or anybody any good, and all + war was wicked, no matter what it was about, and nothin' could be good + that was founded on fear and hate, and every war that ever was fought was + always founded on fear and hate. She said if the Germans wanted to fight + us we ought to go to meet them and tell them we wouldn't fight.” + </p> + <p> + “What did you say?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothin'. I kind o' started to—but what's the use? She's got that in + her head. Besides, how are you goin' to argue about a thing with a person + that's crying about it? I tell you, Fred, I guess we got to admit, after + all, that ole girl certainly must have a lots of heart about her, anyway. + There may not be much <i>fun</i> to her—though of course I wouldn't + know hardly any way to tell about that—but there couldn't be hardly + any doubt she's got a lot of feeling. Well, and then she went on and said + old men made wars, but didn't fight; they left the fighting to the boys, + and the suffering to the boy's mothers.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” Fred exclaimed, and upon that he turned free of mirth for the + moment. “That's the woman of it, I guess. Send the old men to do the + fighting! For the matter of that, I guess my father'd about a thousand + times go himself than see me and my brothers go; but Father's so fat he + can't stoop! You got to be able to stoop to dig a trench, I guess! Well, + suppose we sent our old men up against those Dutchmen; the Dutchmen would + just kill the old men, and then come after the boys anyway, and the boys + wouldn't be ready, and they'd get killed, too; and then there wouldn't be + anybody but the Dutchmen left, and that'd be one fine world, wouldn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Ramsey. “Course I thought of that.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you tell her?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “What did you say?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothin'. I couldn't get started anyway, but, besides, what was the use? + But she didn't want the old men to go; she didn't want anybody to go.” + </p> + <p> + “What did she want the country to do?” Fred asked, impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “Just what it has been doin', I suppose. Just let things simmer down, and + poke along, and let them do what they like to us.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess so!” said Fred. “Then, afterwhile, when they get some free time + on their hands, they'll come over and make it <i>really</i> interesting + for us, because they know we won't do anything but talk. Yes, I guess the + way things are settling down ought to suit Dora. There isn't goin' to be + any war.” + </p> + <p> + “She was pretty sure there was, though,” Ramsey said, thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, of course she was then. We all thought so those few days.” + </p> + <p> + “No. She said she thought it prob'ly wouldn't come right away, but now it + was almost sure to come sometime. She said our telegrams and all the talk + and so much feeling and everything showed her that the war thought that + was always <i>in</i> people somewhere had been stirred up so it would go + on and on. She said she knew from the way she felt herself about the <i>Lusitania</i> + that a feeling like that in her would never be absolutely wiped out as + long as she lived. But she said her other feeling about the horribleness + of war taught her to keep the first feeling from breaking out, but with + other people it wouldn't; and even if war didn't break out right then, it + would always be ready to, all over the country, and sometime it would, + though she was goin' to do her share to fight it, herself, as long as she + could stand. She asked me wouldn't I be one of the ones to help her.” + </p> + <p> + He paused, and after a moment Fred asked, “Well? What did you say to + that?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothin'. I started to, but—” + </p> + <p> + Again Fred thought it tactful to turn and look out the window, while the + agitation of his shoulders betrayed him. + </p> + <p> + “Go on and laugh! Well, so we stayed there quite a while, but before we + left she got kind of more like everyday, you know, the way people do. It + was half-past nine when we walked back in town, and I was commencin' to + feel kind of hungry, so I asked her if she wasn't, and she sort of laughed + and seemed to be ashamed of it, as if it were a disgrace or something, but + she said she guessed she was; so I left her by that hedge of lilacs near + the observatory and went on over to the 'Teria and the fruit store, and + got some stuffed eggs and olives and half-a-dozen peanut butter sandwiches + and a box o' strawberries—kind of girl-food, you know—and went + on back there, and we ate the stuff up. So then she said she was afraid + she'd taken me away from my dinner and made me a lot of trouble, and so + on, and she was sorry, and she told me good-night—” + </p> + <p> + “What did you say then?” + </p> + <p> + “Noth— Oh, shut up! So then she skipped out to her Dorm, and I came + on home.” + </p> + <p> + “When did you see her next, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't seen her next,” said Ramsey. “I haven't seen her at all—not + to speak to. I saw her on Main Street twice since then, but both times she + was with some other girls, and they were across the street, and I couldn't + tell if she was lookin' at me—I kind of thought not—so I + thought it might look sort o' nutty to bow to her if she wasn't, so I + didn't.” + </p> + <p> + “And you didn't tell her you wouldn't be one of the ones to help her with + her pacifism and anti-war stuff and all that?” + </p> + <p> + “No. I started to, but— Shut up!” + </p> + <p> + Fred sat up, giggling. “So she thinks you <i>will</i> help her. You didn't + say anything at all, and she must think that means she converted you. Why + didn't you speak up?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, <i>I</i> wouldn't argue with her,” said Ramsey. Then, after a + silence, he seemed to be in need of sympathetic comprehension. “It <i>was</i> + kind o' funny, though, wasn't it?” he said, appealingly. + </p> + <p> + “What was?” + </p> + <p> + “The whole business.” + </p> + <p> + “What 'whole bus'—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, get out! Her stoppin' me, and me goin' pokin' along with her, and her—well, + her crying and everything, and me being around with her while she felt so + upset, I mean. It seems—well, it does seem kind o' funny to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Why does it?” Fred inquired, preserving his gravity. “Why should it seem + funny to you?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't mean funny like something's funny you laugh at,” Ramsey explained + laboriously. “I mean funny like something that's out of the way, and you + wonder how it ever happened to happen. I mean it seems funny I'd ever be + sittin' there on a bench with that ole girl I never spoke to in my life or + had anything to do with, and talkin' about the United States goin' to war. + What we were talkin' about, why, that seems just as funny as the rest of + it. Lookin' back to our class picnic, f'r instance, second year of high + school, that day I jumped in the creek after— Well, you know, it was + when I started makin' a fool of myself over a girl. Thank goodness, I got + <i>that</i> out o' my system; it makes me just sick to look back on those + days and think of the fool things I did, and all I thought about that + girl. Why, she— Well, I've got old enough to see now she was just + about as ordinary a girl as there ever was, and if I saw her now I + wouldn't even think she was pretty; I'd prob'ly think she was sort of + loud-lookin'. Well, what's passed is past, and it isn't either here nor + there. What I started to say was this: that the way it begins to look to + me, it looks as if nobody can tell in this life a darn thing about what's + goin' to happen, and the things that do happen are the very ones you'd + swear were the last that could. I mean—you look back to that day of + the picnic—my! but I was a rube then—well, I mean you look + back to that day, and what do you suppose I'd have thought then if + somebody'd told me the time would ever come when I'd be 'way off here at + college sittin' on a bench with Dora Yocum—with <i>Dora Yocum</i>, + in the first place—and her crying, and both of us talking about the + United States goin' to war with Germany! Don't it seem pretty funny to + you, Fred, too?” + </p> + <p> + “But as near as I can make out,” Fred said, “that isn't what happened.” + </p> + <p> + “Why isn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “You say 'and both us talking' and so on. As near as I can make out, <i>you</i> + didn't say anything at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I didn't—much,” Ramsey admitted, and returned to his point + with almost pathetic persistence. “But doesn't it seem kind o' funny to + you, Fred?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don't know.” + </p> + <p> + “It does to me,” Ramsey insisted. “It certainly does to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Fred cruelly. “I've noticed you said so, but it don't look any + funnier than you do when you say it.” + </p> + <p> + Suddenly he sent forth a startling shout. “<i>Wow!</i> You're as red as a + blushing beet.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not!” + </p> + <p> + “Y'are!” shouted Fred. “Wow! The ole woman-hater's got the flushes! Oh, + look at the pretty posy!” + </p> + <p> + And, jumping down from the window seat, he began to dance round his much + perturbed comrade, bellowing. Ramsey bore with him for a moment, then + sprang upon him; they wrestled vigorously, broke a chair, and went to the + floor with a crash that gave the chandelier in Mrs. Meig's parlour, below, + an attack of jingles. + </p> + <p> + “You let me up!” Fred gasped. + </p> + <p> + “You take your solemn oath to shut up? You goin' to swear it?” + </p> + <p> + “All right. I give my solemn oath,” said Fred; and they rose, arranging + their tousled attire. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Fred, “when you goin' to call on her?” + </p> + <p> + “You look here!” Ramsey approached him dangerously. “You just gave me your + sol—” + </p> + <p> + “I beg!” Fred cried, retreating. “I mean, aside from all that, why, I just + thought maybe after such an evening you'd feel as a gentleman you ought to + go and ask about her health.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, see here—” + </p> + <p> + “No, I mean it; you ought to,” Fred insisted, earnestly, and as his + roommate glared at him with complete suspicion, he added, in explanation. + “You ought to go next Caller's Night, and send in your card, and say you + felt you ought to ask if she'd suffered any from the night air. Even if + you couldn't manage to say that, you ought to start to say it, anyhow, + because you— Keep off o' me! I'm only tryin' to do you a good turn, + ain't I?” + </p> + <p> + “You save your good turns for yourself,” Ramsey growled, still advancing + upon him. + </p> + <p> + But the insidious Mitchell, evading him, fled to the other end of the + room, picked up his cap, and changed his manner. “Come on, ole bag o' + beans, let's be on our way to the 'frat house'; it's time. We'll call this + all off.” + </p> + <p> + “You better!” Ramsey warned him; and they trotted out together. + </p> + <p> + But as they went along, Fred took Ramsey's arm confidentially, and said, + “Now, honestly, Ram, ole man, when <i>are</i> you goin' to—” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey was still red. “You look here! Just say one more word—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, <i>no</i>,” Fred expostulated. “I mean <i>seriously</i>, Ramsey. + Honestly, I mean seriously. Aren't you seriously goin' to call on her some + Caller's Night?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I'm not!” + </p> + <p> + “But why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I don't want to.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, seriously, Ramsey, there's only one Caller's Night before vacation, + and so I suppose it hardly will be worth while; but I expect you'll see + quite a little of her at home this summer?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I won't. I won't see her at all. She isn't goin' to be home this + summer, and I wouldn't see anything of her if she was.” + </p> + <p> + “Where's she goin' to be.” + </p> + <p> + “In Chicago.” + </p> + <p> + “She is?” said Fred, slyly. “When'd she tell you?” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey turned on him. “You look out! She didn't tell me. I just happened + to see in the <i>Bulletin</i> she's signed up with some other girls to go + and do settlement work in Chicago. Anybody could see it. It was printed + out plain. You could have seen it just as well as I could, if you'd read + the <i>Bulletin</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Fred. + </p> + <p> + “Now look here—” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens! Can't I even say 'oh'?” + </p> + <p> + “It depends on the way you say it.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll be careful,” Fred assured him, earnestly. “I really and honestly + don't mean to get you excited about all this, Ramsey. I can see myself you + haven't changed from your old opinion of Dora Yocum a bit. I was only + tryin' to get a little rise out of you for a minute, because of course, + seriously, why, I can see you hate her just the same as you always did.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Ramsey, disarmed and guileless in the face of diplomacy. “I + only told you about all this, Fred, because it seemed—well, it + seemed so kind o' funny to me.” + </p> + <p> + Fred affected not to hear. “What did you say, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey looked vaguely disturbed. “I said—why, I said it all seemed + kind o'—” He paused, then repeated plaintively: “Well, to me, it all + seemed kind o'—kind o' funny.” + </p> + <p> + “What did?” Fred inquired, but as he glanced in seeming naivete at his + companion, something he saw in the latter's eye warned him, and suddenly + Fred thought it would be better to run. + </p> + <p> + Ramsey chased him all the way to the “frat house.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XVI + </h2> + <p> + Ramsey was not quite athlete enough for any of the 'varsity teams; neither + was he an antagonist safely encountered, whether in play or in earnest, + and during the next few days he taught Fred Mitchell to be cautious. The + chaffer learned that his own agility could not save him from Ramsey, and + so found it wiser to contain an effervescence which sometimes threatened + to burst him. Ramsey as a victim was a continuous temptation, he was so + good-natured and yet so furious. + </p> + <p> + After Commencement, when the roommates had gone home, Mr. Mitchell's + caution extended over the long sunshiny months of summer vacation; he + broke it but once and then in well-advised safety, for the occasion was + semi-public. The two were out for a stroll on a July Sunday afternoon; and + up and down the street young couples lolled along, young families and baby + carriages straggled to and from the houses of older relatives, and the + rest of the world of that growing city was rocking and fanning itself on + its front veranda. + </p> + <p> + “Here's a right pretty place, isn't it, Ramsey? don't you think?” Fred + remarked innocently, as they were passing a lawn of short-clipped, bright + green grass before a genial-looking house, fresh in white paint and cool + in green-and-white awnings. A broad veranda, well populated just now, + crossed the front of the house; fine trees helped the awnings to give + comfort against the sun; and Fred's remark was warranted. Nevertheless, he + fell under the suspicion of his companion, who had begun to evince some + nervousness before Fred spoke. + </p> + <p> + “What place do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “The Yocum place,” said Mr. Mitchell. “I hear the old gentleman's mighty + prosperous these days. They keep things up to the mark, don't they, + Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know whether they do or whether they don't,” Ramsey returned + shortly. + </p> + <p> + Fred appeared to muse regretfully. “It looks kind of <i>empty</i> now, + though,” he said, “with only Mr. and Mrs. Yocum and their three married + daughters, and eight or nine children on the front porch!” + </p> + <p> + “You wait till I get you where they can't see us!” Ramsey warned him, + fiercely. + </p> + <p> + “You can't do it!” said Fred, manifesting triumph. “We'll both stop right + here in plain sight of the whole Yocum family connection till you promise + not to touch me.” + </p> + <p> + And he halted, leaning back implacably against the Yocum's iron fence. + Ramsey was scandalized. + </p> + <p> + “Come on!” he said, hoarsely. “Don't stop <i>here</i>!” + </p> + <p> + “I will, and if you go on alone I'll yell at you. You got to stand right + here with all of 'em lookin' at you until—” + </p> + <p> + “I promise! My heavens, come <i>on</i>!” + </p> + <p> + Fred consented to end the moment of agony; and for the rest of the summer + found it impossible to persuade Ramsey to pass that house in his company. + “I won't do it!” Ramsey told him. “Your word of honour means nothin' to + me; you're liable to do anything that comes into your head, and I'm + gettin' old enough to not get a reputation for bein' seen with people that + act the idiot on the public streets. No, sir; we'll walk around the block—at + least, we will if you're goin' with <i>me</i>!” + </p> + <p> + And to Fred's delight, though he concealed it, they would make this + detour. + </p> + <p> + The evening after their return to the university both were busy with their + trunks and various orderings and disorderings of their apartment, but Fred + several times expressed surprise that his roommate should be content to + remain at home; and finally Ramsey comprehended the implications. Mrs. + Meigs's chandelier immediately jingled with the shock of another crash + upon the floor above. + </p> + <p> + “You let me up!” Fred commanded thickly, his voice muffled by the pile of + flannels, sweaters, underwear, and raincoats wherein his head was being + forced to burrow. “You let me up, darn you! <i>I</i> didn't say anything.” + And upon his release he complained that the attack was unprovoked. “I + didn't say anything on earth to even hint you might want to go out and + look around to see if anybody in particular had got back to college yet. I + didn't even mention the <i>name</i> of Dora Yo— Keep off o' me! My + goodness, but you are sensitive!” + </p> + <p> + As a matter of fact, neither of them saw Dora until the first meeting of + the Lumen, whither they went as sophomores to take their pleasure in the + agony of freshmen debaters. Ramsey was now able to attend the Lumen, not + with complacence but at least without shuddering over the recollection of + his own spectacular first appearance there. He had made subsequent + appearances, far from brilliant yet not disgraceful, and as a spectator, + at least, he usually felt rather at his ease in the place. It cannot be + asserted, however, that he appeared entirely at his ease this evening + after he had read the “Programme” chalked upon the large easel blackboard + beside the chairman's desk. Three “Freshmen Debates” were announced, and a + “Sophomore Oration,” this last being followed by the name, “D. Yocum, + '18.” Ramsey made immediate and conspicuous efforts to avoid sitting next + to his roommate, but was not so adroit as to be successful. However, Fred + was merciful: the fluctuations of his friend's complexion were an + inspiration more to pity than to badinage. + </p> + <p> + The three debates all concerned the “Causes of the War in Europe,” and + honours appeared to rest with a small and stout, stolidly “pro-German” + girl debater, who had brought with her and translated at sight absa-loot + proofs (so she called them), printed in German, that Germany had been + attacked by Belgium at the low instigation of the envious English. + Everybody knew it wasn't true; but she made an impression and established + herself as a debater, especially as her opponent was quite confounded by + her introduction of printed matter. + </p> + <p> + When the debates and the verdicts were concluded, the orator appeared, and + Fred's compassion extended itself so far that he even refrained from + looking inquisitively at the boy in the seat next to his; but he made one + side wager, mentally—that if Ramsey had consented to be thoroughly + confidential just then, he would have confessed to feeling kind o' funny. + </p> + <p> + Dora was charmingly dressed, and she was pale; but those notable eyelashes + of hers were all the more notable against her pallor. And as she spoke + with fire, it was natural that her colour should come back quite flamingly + and that her eyes should flash in shelter of the lashes. “The Christian + Spirit and Internationalism” was her subject, yet she showed no meek + sample of a Christian Spirit herself when she came to attacking war-makers + generally, as well as all those “half-developed tribesmen,” and “victims + of herd instinct” who believed that war might ever be justified under any + circumstances of atrocity. She was eloquent truly, and a picture of grace + and girlish dignity, even when she was most vigorous. Nothing could have + been more militant than her denunciation of militancy. + </p> + <p> + “She's an actual wonder,” Fred said, when the two had got back to Mrs. + Meigs's, afterward. “Don't you look at me like that: I'm talkin' about her + as a public character, and there's nothin' personal about it. You let me + alone.” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey was not clear as to his duty. “Well—” + </p> + <p> + “If any person makes a public speech,” Fred protested, “I got a perfect + right to discuss 'em, no matter what you think of 'em”—and he added + hastily—“or <i>don't</i> think of 'em!” + </p> + <p> + “Look here—” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens!” Fred exclaimed. “You aren't expecting to interfere with me + if I say anything about that little fat Werder girl that argued for + Germany, are you? Or any of the other speakers? I got a right to talk + about 'em just as public speakers, haven't I? Well, what I say is: Dora + Yocum as an orator is just an actual perfect wonder. Got any objections?” + </p> + <p> + “N-no.” + </p> + <p> + “All right then.” Fred settled himself upon the window seat with a pipe, + and proceeded, “There's something about her, when she stands there, she + stands so straight and knows just what she's up to, and everything, why, + there's something about her makes the cold chills go down your spine—I + mean <i>my</i> spine, not yours particularly! You sit down—I mean <i>anybody's</i> + spine, doggone it!” And as Ramsey increased the manifestations of his + suspicions, lifting a tennis racket over the prostrate figure, “Oh, + murder,” Fred said, resignedly. “All right, we'll change the subject. That + fat little Werder cutie made out a pretty good case for Germany, didn't + she?” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey tossed the racket away, disposed himself in an easy chair with his + feet upon the table, and presently chuckled. “You remember the time I had + the fuss with Wesley Bender, back in the ole school days?” + </p> + <p> + “Yep.” + </p> + <p> + “All the flubdub this Werder girl got off to-night puts me in mind of the + way I talked that day. I can remember it as well as anything! Wesley kept + yelpin' that whoever mentioned a lady's name in a public place was a pup, + and of course I didn't want to hit him for that; a boy's got a reg'lar + instinct for tryin' to make out he's on the right side in a scrap, and + he'll always try to do something, or say something, or he'll get the other + boy to say someting to make it look as if the other boy was in the wrong + and began the trouble. So I told poor ole Wes that my father spoke my + mother's name in a public place whenever he wanted to, and I dared him to + say my father was a pup. And all so on. A boy startin' up a scrap, why, + half the time he'll drag his father and mother if there's any chance to do + it. He'll fix up some way so he can say, 'Well, that's just the same as if + you called my father and mother a fool,' or something like that. Then, + afterward, he can claim he was scrappin' because he had to defend his + father and mother, and of course he'll more than half believe it himself. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you take a Government—it's only just some <i>men</i>, the way + I see it, and if they're goin' to start some big trouble like this war, + why, of course they'll play just about the same ole boy trick, because + it's instinct to do it, just the same for a man as it is for a boy—or + else the principle's just the same, or something. Well, anyhow, if you + want to know who started a scrap and worked it up, you got to forget all + the <i>talk</i> there is about it, and all what each side <i>says</i>, and + just look at two things: Who was fixed for it first, or thought they were, + and who hit first? When you get the answer to those two questions + everything's settled about all this being 'attacked' business. Both sides, + just the same as boys, they'll both claim they <i>had</i> to fight; but if + you want to know which one <i>did</i> have to, why forget all the arguing + and don't take your eye off just what <i>happened</i>. As near as I can + make out, this war began with Germany and Austria startin' in to wipe out + two little countries; Austria began shootin' up Serbia, and Germany began + shootin' up Belgium. I don't need to notice any more than that, myself—all + the Werder girls in the country can debate their heads off, they can't + change what happened and they can't excuse it, either.” + </p> + <p> + He was silent, appearing to feel that he had concluded conclusively, and + the young gentleman on the window seat, after staring at him for several + moments of genuine thoughtfulness, was gracious enough to observe, “Well, + ole Ram, you may be a little slow in class, but when you think things out + with yourself you do show signs of something pretty near like real + horse-sense sometimes. Why don't you ever say anything like that to—to + some of your pacifist friends?” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean? Who you talkin' about? Whose 'pacifist friends'?” + </p> + <p> + “See here!” Fred exclaimed, as Ramsey seemed about to rise. “You keep + sitting just where you are, and don't look at me out of the side of your + eye like that—pretendin' you're a bad horse. I'm <i>really</i> + serious now, and you listen to me. I don't think argufying and debating + like that little Fraulein Werder's does much harm. She's a right nifty + young rolypoly, by the way, though you didn't notice, of course.” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn't I?” Ramsey demanded, sharply. “Why didn't I notice?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, nothing. But, as I was saying, I don't think that sort of talk does + much harm: everybody knows it goes on among the pro-Germans, and it's all + hot air, anyhow. But I think Linski's sort of talk does do harm, prob'ly + among people that don't know much; and what's more, I think Dora Yocum's + does some, too. Well, you hit Linski in the snoot, so what are you— + Sit still! My lord! You don't think I'm askin' you to go and hit Dora, do + you? I mean: Aren't you ever goin' to talk to her about it and tell her + what's what?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you go on to bed!” + </p> + <p> + “No, I'm in earnest,” Fred urged. “Honestly, aren't you ever goin' to?” + </p> + <p> + “How could I do anything like that?” Ramsey demanded explosively. “I never + see her—to speak to, that is. I prob'ly won't happen to have another + talk with her, or anything, all the time we're in college.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” Fred admitted, “I suppose not. Of course, if you did, then you would + give her quite a talking-to, just the way you did the other time, wouldn't + you?” But upon that, another resumption of physical violence put an end to + the conversation. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XVII + </h2> + <p> + Throughout the term Ramsey's calculation of probabilities against the + happening of another interview with Dora seemed to be well founded, but at + the beginning of the second “semester” he found her to be a fellow member + of a class in biology. More than that, this class had every week a + two-hour session in the botanical laboratory, where the structure of + plants was studied under microscopic dissection. The students worked in + pairs, a special family of plants being assigned to each couple; and the + instructor selected the couples with an eye to combinations of the quick + with the slow. D. Yocum and R. Milholland (the latter in a strange state + of mind and complexion) were given two chairs, but only one desk and one + microscope. Their conversation was strictly botanical. + </p> + <p> + Thenceforth it became the most pressing care of Ramsey's life to prevent + his roommate from learning that there was any conversation at all, even + botanical. Fortunately, Fred was not taking the biological courses, though + he appeared to be taking the sentimental ones with an astonishing + thoroughness; and sometimes, to Fred's hilarious delight, Ramsey attempted + to turn the tables and rally him upon whatever last affair seemed to be + engaging his fancy. The old Victorian and pre-Victorian <i>blague</i> word + “petticoat” had been revived in Fred's vocabulary, and in others, as + “skirt.” The lightsome sprig was hourly to be seen, even when university + rulings forbade, dilly-dallying giddily along the campus paths or the town + sidewalks with some new and pretty Skirt. And when Ramsey tried to fluster + him about such a matter Fred would profess his ardent love for the new + lady in shouts and impromptu song. Nothing could be done to him, and + Ramsey, utterly unable to defend his own sensibilities in like manner, had + always to retire in bafflement. Sometimes he would ponder upon the + question thus suggested: Why couldn't he do this sort of thing, since Fred + could? But he never discovered a satisfying answer. + </p> + <p> + Ramsey's watchfulness was so careful (lest he make some impulsive + admission in regard to the botanical laboratory, for instance) that Mr. + Mitchell's curiosity gradually became almost quiescent; but there arrived + a day in February when it was piqued into the liveliest activity. It was + Sunday, and Fred, dressing with a fastidiousness ever his daily habit, + noticed that Ramsey was exhibiting an unusual perplexity about neckties. + </p> + <p> + “Keep the black one on,” Fred said, volunteering the suggestion, as Ramsey + muttered fiercely at a mirror. “It's in better taste for church, anyhow. + You're going to church, aren't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Are you?” + </p> + <p> + “No. I've got a luncheon engagement.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you could go to church first, couldn't you? You better; you've got + a lot of church absences against you.” + </p> + <p> + “Then one more won't hurt. No church in mine this morning, thanks! G'by, + ole sox; see you at the 'frat house' for dinner.” + </p> + <p> + He went forth, whistling syncopations, and began a brisk trudge into the + open country. There was a professor's daughter who also was not going to + church that morning; and she lived a little more than three miles beyond + the outskirts of the town. Unfortunately, as the weather was threatening, + all others of her family abandoned the idea of church that day, and Fred + found her before a cozy fire, but surrounded by parents, little brothers, + and big sisters. The professor was talkative; Fred's mind might have been + greatly improved, but with a window in range he preferred a melancholy + contemplation of the snow, which had begun to fall in quantity. The + professor talked until luncheon, throughout luncheon, and was well under + way to fill the whole afternoon with talk, when Fred, repenting all the + errors of his life, got up to go. + </p> + <p> + Heartily urged to remain, for there was now something just under a + blizzard developing, he said No; he had a great deal of “cirriculum work” + to get done before the morrow, and passed from the sound of the + professor's hospitable voice and into the storm. He had a tedious struggle + against the wind and thickening snow, but finally came in sight of the + town, not long before dark. Here the road led down into a depression, and, + lifting his head as he began the slight ascent on the other side, Fred was + aware of two figures outlined upon the low ridge before him. They were + dimmed by the driving snow and their backs were toward him, but he + recognized them with perfect assurance. They were Dora Yocum and Ramsey + Milholland. + </p> + <p> + They were walking so slowly that their advance was almost imperceptible, + but it could be seen that Dora was talking with great animation; and she + was a graceful thing, thus gesticulating, in her long, slim fur coat with + the white snow frosting her brown fur cap. Ramsey had his hands deep in + his overcoat pockets and his manner was wholly that of an audience. + </p> + <p> + Fred murmured to himself, “'What did you say to her?' 'Nothin'. I started + to, but'—” Then he put on a burst of speed and passed them, sweeping + off his hat with operatic deference, yet hurrying by as if fearful of + being thought a killjoy if he lingered. He went to the “frat house,” found + no one downstairs, and established himself in a red leather chair to smoke + and ruminate merrily by a great fire in the hall. + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later Ramsey entered, stamped off the snow, hung up his hat + and coat, and sat himself down defiantly in the red leather chair on the + other side of the fireplace. + </p> + <p> + “Well, go on,” he said. “Commence!” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all!” Fred returned, amiably. “Fine spring weather to-day. Lovely + to see all the flowers and the birds as we go a-strolling by. The little + bobolinks—” + </p> + <p> + “You look here! That's the only walk I ever took with her in my life. I + mean by—by asking her and her saying she would and so forth. That + other time just sort of happened, and you know it. Well, the weather + wasn't just the best in the world, maybe, but she's an awful conscientious + girl and once she makes an engagement—” + </p> + <p> + “Why, of course,” Fred finished for him, “She'd be too pious to break it + just on account of a mere little blizzard or anything. Wonder how the + weather will be next Sunday?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know and I don't care,” said Ramsey. “You don't suppose I asked + her to go <i>again</i>, do you?” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, for one thing, you don't suppose I want her to think I'm a perfect + fool, do you?” + </p> + <p> + Fred mused a moment or two, looking at the fire. “What was the lecture?” + he asked, mildly. + </p> + <p> + “What lecture?” + </p> + <p> + “She seemed to me to be—” + </p> + <p> + “That wasn't lecturing; she was just—” + </p> + <p> + “Just what?” + </p> + <p> + “Well; she thinks war for the United States is coming closer and closer—” + </p> + <p> + “But it isn't.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, she thinks so, anyhow,” said Ramsey, “and she's all broken up about + it. Of course she thinks we oughtn't to fight and she's trying to get + everybody else she can to keep working against it. She isn't goin' home + again next summer, she's goin' back to that settlement work in Chicago and + work there among those people against our goin' to war; and here in + college she wants to get everybody she can to talk against it, and—” + </p> + <p> + “What did you say?” Fred asked, and himself supplied the reply: “Nothin'. + I started to, but—” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey got up. “Now look here! You know the 'frat' passed a rule that if + we broke any more furniture in this house with our scrappin' we'd both be + fined the cost of repairs and five dollars apiece. Well, I can afford five + dollars this month better than you can, and—” + </p> + <p> + “I take it back!” Fred interposed, hastily. “But you just listen to me; + you look out—letting her think you're on her side like that.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't—” + </p> + <p> + “You <i>don't?</i>” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey looked dogged. “I'm not goin' around always arguin' about + everything when arguin' would just hurt people's feelings about something + they're all excited about, and wouldn't do a bit o' good in the world—and + you know yourself just <i>talk</i> hardly ever settles anything—so I + don't—” + </p> + <p> + “Aha!” Fred cried. “I thought so! Now you listen to me—” + </p> + <p> + “I won't. I—” + </p> + <p> + But at this moment they were interrupted. Someone slyly opened the door, + and a snowball deftly thrown from without caught Ramsey upon the back of + the neck and head, where it flattened and displayed itself as an + ornamental star. Shouting fiercely, both boys sprang up, ran to the door, + were caught there in a barrage of snowballs, ducked through it in spite of + all damage, charged upon a dozen besweatered figures awaiting them and + began a mad battle in the blizzard. Some of their opponents treacherously + joined them, and turned upon the ambushers. + </p> + <p> + In the dusk the merry conflict waged up and down the snow-covered lawn, + and the combatants threw and threw, or surged back and forth, or clenched + and toppled over into snow banks, yet all coming to chant an extemporized + battle-cry in chorus, even as they fought the most wildly. + </p> + <p> + “Who? Who? Who?” they chanted. “Who? Who? <i>Who</i> says there ain't + goin' to be no war?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XVIII + </h2> + <p> + So everywhere over the country, that winter of 1916, there were + light-hearted boys skylarking—at college, or on the farms; and in + the towns the young machinists snowballed one another as they came from + the shops; while on this Sunday of the “frat” snow fight probably several + hundreds of thousands of youthful bachelors, between the two oceans, went + walking, like Ramsey, each with a girl who could forget the weather. Yet + boys of nineteen and in the twenties were not light-hearted all the time + that winter and that spring and that summer. Most of them knew long, + thoughtful moments, as Ramsey did, when they seemed to be thinking not of + girls or work or play—nor of anything around them, but of some more + vital matter or prospect. And at such times they were grave, but not + ungentle. + </p> + <p> + For the long strain was on the country; underneath all its outward seeming + of things going on as usual there shook a deep vibration, like the air + trembling to vast organ pipes in diapasons too profound to reach the ear + as sound: one felt, not heard, thunder in the ground under one's feet. The + succession of diplomatic Notes came to an end after the torpedoing of the + <i>Sussex</i>; and at last the tricky ruling Germans in Berlin gave their + word to murder no more, and people said, “This means peace for America, + and all is well for us,” but everybody knew in his heart that nothing was + well for us, that there was no peace. + </p> + <p> + They said “All is well,” while that thunder in the ground never ceased—it + grew deeper and heavier till all America shook with it and it became + slowly audible as the voice of the old American soil wherein lay those who + had defended it aforetime, a soil that bred those who would defend it + again, for it was theirs; and the meaning of it—Life, Liberty, and + the Pursuit of Happiness—was theirs, and theirs to defend. And they + knew they would defend it, and that more than the glory of a Nation was at + stake. The Freedom of Man was at stake. So, gradually, the sacred thunder + reached the ears of the young men and gave them those deep moments that + came to them whether they sat in the classroom or the counting-room, or + walked with the plow, or stood to the machine, or behind the ribbon + counter. Thus the thunder shook them and tried them and slowly came into + their lives and changed everything for them. + </p> + <p> + Hate of the Germans was not bred; but a contempt for what Germany had + shown in lieu of a national heart; a contempt as mighty and profound as + the resolve that the German way and the German will should prevail in + America, nor in any country of the world that would be free. And when the + German Kaiser laid his command upon America, that no American should take + his ship upon the free seas, death being the penalty for any who + disobeyed, then the German Kaiser got his answer, not only to this new law + he had made for us, but to many other thoughts of his. Yet the answer was + for some time delayed. + </p> + <p> + There was a bitter Sunday, and its bitterness went everywhere, to every + place in the whole world that held high and generous hearts. Its + bitterness came to the special meeting in the “Frat hall,” where there + were hearts, indeed, of that right sort, and one of them became vocal in + its bitterness. This was the heart of Fred Mitchell, who was now an + authority, being president of the Junior Class, chairman of the Prom + Committee, and other things pleasant to be and to live for at his age. + </p> + <p> + “For me, Brothers,” he said, “I'd think I'd a great deal rather have been + shot through the head than heard the news from Washington to-day! I tell + you, I've spent the meanest afternoon I ever did in my life, and I guess + it's been pretty much the same with all of us. The worst of it is, it + looks as though there isn't a thing in the world we can do. The country's + been betrayed by a few blatherskites and boneheads that had the power to + do it, and all we can do we've just got to stand it. But there's some + Americans that aren't just standing it, and I want to tell you a lot of + 'em are men from the universities, just like us. They're <i>over there</i> + right now; they haven't said much—they just packed up and went. + They're flying for France and for England and for Canada; they're fighting + under every flag on the right side of the Western Front; and they're + driving ambulances at Verdun and ammunition trucks at the Somme. Well, + there's going to be a lot more American boys on all these jobs mighty + soon, on account of what those men did in Congress to-day. If they won't + give us a chance to do something under our own flag, then we'll have to go + and do it under some other flag; and I want to tell you I'm one that's + going to <i>go!</i> I'll stick it out in college up to Easter, and then if + there's still no chance to go under the Stars and Stripes I'll maybe have + to go under the flag my great-great-grandfather fought against in 1776, + but, anyhow, I'll <i>go!</i>” + </p> + <p> + It was in speaking to Ramsey of this declaration that Dora said Fred was a + “dangerous firebrand.” They were taking another February walk, but the + February was February, 1917; and the day was dry and sunny. “It's just + about a year ago,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “What is?” Ramsey asked. + </p> + <p> + “That first time we went walking. Don't you remember?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, <i>that</i> day? Yes, I remember it was snowing.” + </p> + <p> + “And so cold and blowy!” she added. “It seems a long time ago. I like + walking with you, Ramsey. You're so quiet and solid—I've always felt + I could talk to you just anyhow I pleased, and you wouldn't mind. I'll + miss these walks with you when we're out of college.” + </p> + <p> + He chuckled. “That's funny!” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “Because we've only taken four besides this: two last year, and another + week before last, and another last week. This is only the fifth.” + </p> + <p> + “Good gracious! Is that all? It seemed to me we'd gone ever so often!” She + laughed. “I'm afraid you won't think that seems much as if I'd liked + going, but I really have. And, by the way, you've never called on me at + all. Perhaps it's because I've forgotten to ask you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no,” Ramsey said, and scuffed his shoes on the path, presently + explaining rather huskily that he “never <i>was</i> much of a caller”; and + he added, “or anything.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you must come if you ever care to,” she said, with a big-sister + graciousness. “The Dorm chaperon sits there, of course, but ours is a + jolly one and you'd like her. You've probably met her—Mrs. Hustings?—when + you've called on other girls at our old shop.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Ramsey. “I never was much of a—” He paused, fearing that + he might be repeating himself, and too hastily amended his intention. “I + never liked any girl enough to go and call on her.” + </p> + <p> + “Ramsey Milholland!” she cried. “Why, when we were in school half the room + used to be talking about how you and that pretty Milla—” + </p> + <p> + “No, no!” Ramsey protested, again too hurriedly. “I never called on her. + We just went walking.” + </p> + <p> + A moment later his colour suddenly became fiery. “I don't mean—I + mean—” he stammered. “It was walking, of course—I mean we did + go out walking but it wasn't walking like—like this.” He concluded + with a fit of coughing which seemed to rack him. + </p> + <p> + Dora threw back her head and laughed delightfully. “Don't you apologize!” + she said. “<i>I</i> didn't when I said it seemed to me that we've gone + walking so often, when in reality it's only four or five times altogether. + I think I can explain, though: I think it came partly from a feeling I + have that I can rely on you—that you're a good, solid, reliable sort + of person. I remember from the time we were little children, you always + had a sort of worried, honest look in school; and you used to make a dent + in your forehead—you meant it for a frown—whenever I caught + your eye. You hated me so honestly, and you were so honestly afraid I + wouldn't see it!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no—no—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes—yes!” she laughed, then grew serious. “My feeling about you—that + you were a person to be relied on, I mean—I think it began that + evening in our freshman year, after the <i>Lusitania</i>, when I stopped + you on campus and you went with me, and I couldn't help crying, and you + were so nice and quiet. I hardly realized then that it was the first time + we'd ever really talked together—of course <i>I</i> did all the + talking!—and yet we'd known each other so many years. I thought of + it afterward. But what gave me such a different view of you, I'd always + thought you were one of that truculent sort of boys, always just bursting + for a fight; but you showed me you'd really never had a fight in your life + and hated fighting, and that you sympathized with my feeling about war.” + She stopped speaking to draw in her breath with a sharp sigh. “Ah, don't + you remember what I've told you all along? How it keeps coming closer and + closer—and now it's almost here! Isn't it <i>unthinkable?</i> And + what can we do to stop it, we poor few who feel that we <i>must</i> stop + it?” + </p> + <p> + “Well—” Ramsey began uncomfortably. “Of course I—I—” + </p> + <p> + “You can't do much,” she said. “I know. None of us can. What can any + little group do? There are so few of us among the undergraduates—and + only one in the whole faculty. All the rest are for war. But we mustn't + give up; we must never feel afterward that we left anything undone; we + must fight to the last breath!” + </p> + <p> + “'Fight'?” he repeated wonderingly, then chuckled. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, as a figure of speech,” she said, impatiently. “Our language is full + of barbaric figures left over from the dark ages. But, oh, Ramsey!”—she + touched his sleeve—“I've heard that Fred Mitchell is saying that + he's going to Canada after Easter, to try to get into the Canadian + aviation corps. If it's true, he's a dangerous firebrand, I think. Is it + true?” + </p> + <p> + “I guess so. He's been talking that way some.” + </p> + <p> + “But why do you <i>let</i> him talk that way?” she cried. “He's your + roommate; surely you have more influence with him than anybody else has. + Couldn't you—” + </p> + <p> + He shook his head slowly, while upon his face the faintly indicated + modellings of a grin hinted of an inner laughter at some surreptitious + thought. “Well, you know, Fred says himself sometimes, I don't seem to be + much of a talker exactly!” + </p> + <p> + “I know. But don't you see? That sort of thing is contagious. Others will + think they ought to go if he does; he's popular and quite a leader. Can't + you do anything with him?” + </p> + <p> + She waited for him to answer. “Can't you?” she insisted. + </p> + <p> + The grin had disappeared, and Ramsey grew red again. He seemed to wish to + speak, to heave with speech that declined to be spoken and would not rouse + up from his inwards. Finally he uttered words. + </p> + <p> + “I—I—well, I—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I know,” she said. “A man—or a boy!—always hates to be + intruding his own convictions upon other men, especially in a case like + this, where he might be afraid of some idiot's thinking him unmanlike. But + Ramsey—” Suddenly she broke off and looked at him attentively; his + discomfort had become so obvious that suspicion struck her. She spoke + sharply. “Ramsey <i>you</i> aren't dreaming of doing such a thing, are + you?” + </p> + <p> + “What such a thing?” + </p> + <p> + “Fred hasn't influenced <i>you</i>, has he? You aren't planning to go with + him, are you?” + </p> + <p> + “Where?” + </p> + <p> + “To join the Canadian aviation.” + </p> + <p> + “No; I hadn't thought of doing it.” + </p> + <p> + She sighed again, relieved. “I had a queer feeling about you just then—that + you <i>were</i> thinking of doing some such thing. You looked so odd—and + you're always so quiet, anybody might not really know what you do think. + But I'm not wrong about you, am I, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + They had come to the foot of the steps that led up to the entrance of her + dormitory, and their walk was at an end. As they stopped and faced each + other, she looked at him earnestly; but he did not meet the scrutiny, his + eyelids fell. + </p> + <p> + “I'm not wrong, am I, Ramsey?” + </p> + <p> + “About what?” he murmured, uncomfortably. + </p> + <p> + “You are my friend, aren't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it's all right,” she said. “That relieves me and makes me happier + than I was just now, for of course if you're my friend you wouldn't let me + make any mistake about you. I believe you, and now, just before I go in + and we won't see much of each other for a week—if you still want me + to go with you again next Sunday—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—won't you, please?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if you like. But I want to tell you now that I count on you in all + this, even though you don't 'talk much,' as you say; I count on you more + than I do on anybody else, and I trust you when you say you're my friend, + and it makes me happy. And I think perhaps you're right about Fred + Mitchell. Talk isn't everything, nobody knows that better than I, who talk + so much! and I think that, instead of talking to Fred, a steady, quiet + influence like yours would do more good than any amount of arguing. So I + trust you, you see? And I'm sorry I had that queer doubt of you.” She held + out her hand. “Unless I happen to see you on the campus for a minute, in + the meantime, it's good-bye until a week from to-day. So—well, so, + good-bye until then!” + </p> + <p> + “Wait,” said Ramsey. + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” + </p> + <p> + He made a great struggle. “I'm not influencing Fred not to go,” he said. + “I—don't want you to trust me to do anything like that.” + </p> + <p> + “What?” + </p> + <p> + “I think it's all right for him to go, if he wants to,” Ramsey said, + miserably. + </p> + <p> + “You do? For him to go to <i>fight?</i>” + </p> + <p> + He swallowed. “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Oh!</i>” she cried, turned even redder than he, and ran up the stone + steps. But before the storm doors closed upon her she looked down to where + he stood, with his eyes still lowered, a lonely-seeming figure, upon the + pavement below. Her voice caught upon a sob as she spoke. + </p> + <p> + “If you feel like that, you might as well go and enlist, yourself,” she + said, bitterly. “I can't—I couldn't—speak to you again after + this!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XIX + </h2> + <p> + It was easy enough for him to evade Fred Mitchell's rallyings these days; + the sprig's mood was truculent, not toward his roommate but toward + Congress, which was less in fiery haste than he to be definitely at war + with Germany. All through the university the change had come: athletics, + in other years spotlighted at the centre of the stage, languished + suddenly, threatened with abandonment; students working for senior honours + forgot them; everything was forgotten except that growing thunder in the + soil. Several weeks elapsed after Dora's bitter dismissal of Ramsey before + she was mentioned between the comrades. Then, one evening, Fred asked, as + he restlessly paced their study floor: + </p> + <p> + “Have you seen your pacifist friend lately?” + </p> + <p> + “No. Not exactly. Why?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, for my part, I think she ought to be locked up,” Fred said, + angrily. “Have you heard what she did this afternoon?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “It's all over college. She got up in the class in jurisprudence and made + a speech. It's a big class, you know, over two hundred, under Dean Burney. + He's a great lecturer, but he's a pacifist—the only one on the + faculty—and a friend of Dora's. They say he encouraged her to make + this break and led the subject around so she could do it, and then called + on her for an opinion, as the highest-stand student in the class. She got + up and claimed there wasn't any such thing as a legitimate cause for war, + either legally or morally, and said it was a sign of weakness in a nation + for it to believe that it did have cause for war. + </p> + <p> + “Well, it was too much for that little, spunky Joe Stansbury, and he + jumped up and argued with her. He made her admit all the Germans have done + to us, the sea murders and the land murders, the blowing up of the + factories, the propaganda, the strikes, trying to turn the United States + into a German settlement, trying to get Japan and Mexico to make war on + us, and all the rest. He even made her admit there was proof they mean to + conquer us when they get through with the others, and that they've set out + to rule the world for their own benefit, and make whoever else they kindly + allow to live, to work for them. + </p> + <p> + “She said it might be true, but since nothing at all could be a right + cause for war, than all this couldn't be a cause of war. Of course she had + her regular pacifist 'logic' working; she said that since war is the worst + thing there is, why, all other evils were lesser, and a lesser evil can't + be a just cause for a greater. She got terribly excited, they say, but + kept right on, anyway. She said war was murder and there couldn't be any + other way to look at it; and she'd heard there was already talk in the + university of students thinking about enlisting, and whoever did such a + thing was virtually enlisting to return murder for murder. Then Joe + Stansbury asked her if she meant that she'd feel toward any student that + enlisted the way she would toward a murderer, and she said, yes, she'd + have a horror of any student that enlisted. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that broke up the class; Joe turned from her to the platform and + told old Burney that he was responsible for allowing such talk in his + lecture-room, and Joe said so far as <i>he</i> was concerned, he resigned + from Burney's classes right there. That started it, and practically the + whole class got up and walked out with Joe. They said Burney streaked off + home, and Dora was left alone in there, with her head down on her desk—and + I guess she certainly deserves it. A good many have already stopped + speaking to her.” + </p> + <p> + Ramsey fidgeted with a pen on the table by which he sat. “Well, I don't + know,” he said, slowly; “I don't know if they ought to do that exactly.” + </p> + <p> + “Why oughtn't they?” Fred demanded, sharply. + </p> + <p> + “Well, it looks to me as if she was only fightin' for her principles. She + believes in 'em. The more it costs a person to stick to their principles, + why, the more I believe the person must have something pretty fine about + 'em likely.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” said the hot-headed Fred. “That may be in ordinary times, but not + when a person's principles are liable to betray their country! We won't + stand that kind of principles, I tell you, and we oughtn't to. Dora + Yocum's finding that out, all right. She had the biggest position of any + girl in this place, or any boy either, up to the last few weeks, and there + wasn't any student or hardly even a member of the faculty that had the + influence or was more admired and looked up to. She had the whole show! + But now, since she's just the same as called any student a murderer if he + enlists to fight for his country and his flag—well, now she hasn't + got anything at all, and if she keeps on she'll have even less!” + </p> + <p> + He paused in his walking to and fro and came to a halt behind his friend's + chair, looking down compassionately upon the back of Ramsey's motionless + head. His tone changed. “I guess it isn't just the ticket—me to be + talking this way to you, is it?” he said, with a trace of huskiness. + </p> + <p> + “Oh—it's all right,” Ramsey murmured, not altering his position. + </p> + <p> + “I can't help blowing up,” Fred went on. “I want to say, though, I know + I'm not very considerate to blow up about her to you this way. I've been + playing horse with you about her ever since freshman year, but—well, + you must have understood, Ram, I never meant anything that would really + bother you much, and I thought—well, I <i>really</i> thought it was + a good thing, you—your—well, I mean about her, you know. I'm + on, all right. I know it's pretty serious with you.” He paused. + </p> + <p> + Ramsey did not move, except that his right hand still fidgeted with the + pen upon the table. + </p> + <p> + “Oh—well—” he said. + </p> + <p> + “It's—it's kind of tough luck!” his friend contrived to say; and he + began to pace the floor again. + </p> + <p> + “Oh—well—” + </p> + <p> + “See here, ole stick-in-the-mud,” Fred broke out abruptly. “After her + saying what she did— Well, it's none o' my business, but—but—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, what?” Ramsey murmured. “I don't care what you say, if you want to + say anything.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I <i>got</i> to say it,” Fred half groaned and half blurted. “After + she said <i>that</i>—and she meant it—why, if I were in your + place I'd be darned if I'd be seen out walking with her again.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not going to be,” Ramsey said, quietly. + </p> + <p> + “By George!” And now Fred halted in front of him, both being huskily + solemn. “I think I understand a little of what that means to you, old + Ramsey; I think I do. I think I know something of what it costs you to + make that resolution for your country's sake.” Impulsively he extended his + hand. “It's a pretty big thing for you to do. Will you shake hands?” + </p> + <p> + But Ramsey shook his head. “I didn't do it. I wouldn't ever have done + anything just on account of her talkin' that way. She shut the door on me—it + was a good while ago.” + </p> + <p> + “She did! What for?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'm not much of a talker, you know, Fred,” said Ramsey, staring at + the pen he played with. “I'm not much of anything, for that matter, + prob'ly, but I—well—I—” + </p> + <p> + “You what?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I had to tell her I didn't feel about things the way she did. She'd + thought I had, all along, I guess. Anyway, it made her hate me or + something, I guess; and she called it all off. I expect there wasn't much + to call off, so far as she was concerned, anyhow.” He laughed feebly. “She + told me I better go and enlist.” + </p> + <p> + “Pleasant of her!” Fred muttered. “Especially as we know what she thinks + enlisting means.” He raised his voice cheerfully. “Well, that's settled; + and, thank God, old Mr. Bernstorff's on his way to his sweet little + vine-clad cottage home! They're getting guns on the ships, and the big + show's liable to commence any day. We can hold up our heads now, and we're + going to see some great times, old Ramsey boy! It's hard on the home folks—Gosh! + I don't like to think of that! And I guess it's going to be hard on a lot + of boys that haven't understood what it's all about, and hard on some that + their family affairs, and business, and so on, have got 'em tied up so + it's hard to go—and of course there's plenty that just can't, and + some that aren't husky enough—but the rest of us are going to have + the big time in our lives. We got an awful lot to learn; it scares me to + think of what I don't know about being any sort of a rear-rank private. + Why, it's a regular <i>profession</i>, like practising law, or selling for + a drug house on the road. Golly! Do you remember how we talked about that, + 'way back in freshman year, what we were going to do when we got out of + college? You were going to be practising law, for instance, and I—well, + f'r instance, remember Colburn; he was going to be a doctor, and he did go + to some medical school for one year. Now he's in the Red Cross, somewhere + in <i>Persia</i>. Golly!” + </p> + <p> + He paused to digest this impossibility, then chattered briskly on. “Well, + there's <i>one</i> good old boy was with our class for a while, back in + freshman year; I bet we won't see him in any good old army! Old rough-neck + Linski that you put the knob on his nose for. Tommie Hopper says he saw + him last summer in Chicago soapboxin', yellin' his head off cussin' every + government under the sun, but mostly ours and the Allies', you bet, and + going to run the earth by revolution and representatives of unskilled + labour immigrants, nobody that can read or write allowed to vote, except + Linski. Tommie Hopper says he knows all about Linski; he never did a day's + work in his life—too busy trying to get the workingmen stirred up + against the people that exploit 'em! Tommie says he had a big crowd to + hear him, though, and took up quite a little money for a 'cause' or + something. Well, let him holler! I guess we can attend to him when we get + back from over yonder. By George, old Ram, I'm gettin' kind of floppy in + the gills!” He administered a resounding slap to his comrade's shoulder. + “It certainly looks as if our big days were walking toward us!” + </p> + <p> + He was right. The portentous days came on apace, and each one brought a + new and greater portent. The faces of men lost a driven look besetting + them in the days of badgered waiting, and instead of that heavy + apprehension one saw the look men's faces must have worn in 1776 and 1861, + and the history of the old days grew clearer in the new. The President + went to the Congress, and the true indictment he made there reached + scoffing Potsdam with an unspoken prophecy somewhat chilling even to + Potsdam, one guesses—and then through an April night went almost + quietly the steady work: we were at war with Germany. + </p> + <p> + The bugles sounded across the continent; drums and fifes played up and + down the city streets and in town and village squares and through the + countrysides. Faintly in all ears there was multitudinous noise like + distant, hoarse cheering... and a sound like that was what Dora Yocum + heard, one night, as she sat lonely in her room. The bugles and fifes and + drums had been heard about the streets of the college town, that day, and + she thought she must die of them, they hurt her so, and now to be haunted + by this imaginary cheering— + </p> + <p> + She started. Was it imaginary? + </p> + <p> + She went downstairs and stood upon the steps of the dormitory in the open + air. No; the cheering was real and loud. It came from the direction of the + railway station, and the night air surged and beat with it. + </p> + <p> + Below her stood the aged janitor of the building, listening. “What's the + cheering for?” she asked, remembering grimly that the janitor was one of + her acquaintances who had not yet stopped “speaking” to her. “What's the + matter?” + </p> + <p> + “It's a good matter,” the old man answered. “I guess there must be a big + crowd of 'em down there. One of our students enlisted to-day, and they're + givin' him a send-off. Listen to 'em, how they <i>do</i> cheer. He's the + first one to go.” + </p> + <p> + She went back to her room, shivering, and spent the next day in bed with + an aching head. She rose in the evening, however—a handbill had been + slid under her door at five o'clock, calling a “Mass Meeting” of the + university at eight, and she felt it her duty to go; but when she got to + the great hall she found a seat in the dimmest corner, farthest from the + rostrum. + </p> + <p> + The president of the university addressed the tumultuous many hundreds + before him, for tumultuous they were until he quieted them. He talked to + them soberly of patriotism, and called upon them for “deliberation and a + little patience.” There was danger of a stampede, he said, and he and the + rest of the faculty were in a measure responsible to their fathers and + mothers for them. + </p> + <p> + “You must keep your heads,” he said. “God knows, I do not seek to judge + your duty in this gravest moment of your lives, nor assume to tell you + what you must or must not do. But by hurrying into service now, without + careful thought or consideration, you may impair the extent of your + possible usefulness to the very cause you are so anxious to serve. + Hundreds of you are taking technical courses which should be completed—at + least to the end of the term in June. Instructors from the United States + Army are already on the way here, and military training will be begun at + once for all who are physically eligible and of acceptable age. A special + course will be given in preparation for flying, and those who wish to + become aviators may enroll themselves for the course at once. + </p> + <p> + “I speak to you in a crisis of the university's life, as well as that of + the nation, and the warning I utter has been made necessary by what took + place yesterday and to-day. Yesterday morning, a student in the junior + class enlisted as a private in the United States Regular Army. Far be it + from me to deplore his course in so doing; he spoke to me about it, and in + such a way that I felt I had no right to dissuade him. I told him that it + would be preferable for college men to wait until they could go as + officers, and, aside from the fact of a greater prestige, I urged that men + of education could perhaps be more useful in that capacity. He replied + that if he were useful enough as a private a commission might in time come + his way, and, as I say, I did not feel at liberty to attempt dissuasion. + He left to join a regiment to which he had been assigned, and many of you + were at the station to bid him farewell. + </p> + <p> + “But enthusiasm may be too contagious; even a great and inspiring motive + may work for harm, and the university must not become a desert. In the + twenty-four hours since that young man went to join the army last night, + one hundred and eleven of our young men students have left our walls; + eighty-four of them went off together at three o'clock to catch an + east-bound train at the junction and enlist for the Navy at Newport. We + are, I say, in danger of a stampede.” + </p> + <p> + He spoke on, but Dora was not listening; she had become obsessed by the + idea which seemed to be carrying her to the border of tragedy. When the + crowd poured forth from the building she went with it mechanically, and + paused in the dark outside. She spoke to a girl whom she did not know. + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes?” + </p> + <p> + “I wanted to ask: Do you know who was the student Doctor Corvis spoke of? + I mean the one that was the first to enlist, and that they were cheering + last night when he went away to be a private in the United States Army. + Did you happen to hear his name?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he was a junior.” + </p> + <p> + “Who was it?” + </p> + <p> + “Ramsey Milholland.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XX + </h2> + <p> + Fred Mitchell, crossing the campus one morning, ten days later, saw Dora + standing near the entrance of her dormitory, where he would pass her + unless he altered his course; and as he drew nearer her and the details of + her face grew into distinctness, he was indignant with himself for feeling + less and less indignation toward her in proportion to the closeness of his + approach. The pity that came over him was mingled with an unruly + admiration, causing him to wonder what unpatriotic stuff he could be made + of. She was marked, but not whipped; she still held herself straight under + all the hammering and cutting which, to his knowledge, she had been + getting. + </p> + <p> + She stopped him, “for only a moment,” she said, adding with a wan + profoundness: “That is, if you're not one of those who feel that I + shouldn't be 'spoken to'?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Fred, stiffly. “I may share their point of view, perhaps, but I + don't feel called upon to obtrude it on you in that manner.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” she said, nodding. “I've wanted to speak with you about Ramsey.” + </p> + <p> + “All right.” + </p> + <p> + She bit her lip, then asked, abruptly: “What made him do it?” + </p> + <p> + “Enlist as a private with the regulars?” + </p> + <p> + “No. What made him enlist at all?” + </p> + <p> + “Only because he's that sort,” Fred returned briskly. “He may be + inexplicable to people who believe that his going out to fight for his + country is the same thing as going out to commit a mur—” + </p> + <p> + She lifted her hand. “Couldn't you—” + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon,” Fred said at once. “I'm sorry, but I don't know just + how to explain him to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + He laughed, apologetically. “Well, you see, as I understand it, you don't + think it's possible for a person to have something within him that makes + him care so much about his country that he—” + </p> + <p> + “Wait!” she cried. “Don't you think I'm willing to suffer a little rather + than to see my country in the wrong? Don't you think I'm doing it?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don't want to be rude; but, of course, it seems to me that you're + suffering because you think you know more about what's right and wrong + than anybody else does.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no. But I—” + </p> + <p> + “We wouldn't get anywhere, probably, by arguing it,” Fred said. “You asked + me.” + </p> + <p> + “I asked you to tell my why he enlisted.” + </p> + <p> + “The trouble is, I don't think I <i>can</i> tell that to anybody who needs + an answer. He just went, of course. There isn't any question about it. I + always thought he'd be the first to go.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no!” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I always thought so.” + </p> + <p> + “I think you were mistaken,” she said, decidedly. “It was a special reason—to + make him act so cruelly.” + </p> + <p> + “Cruelly!” Fred cried. + </p> + <p> + “It <i>was!</i>” + </p> + <p> + “Cruel to whom?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, to his mother—to his family. To have him go off that way, + without a word—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no' he'd been home,” Fred corrected her. “He went home the Saturday + before he enlisted, and settled it with them. They're all broken up, of + course; but when they saw he'd made up his mind, they quit opposing him, + and I think they're proud of him about it, maybe, in spite of feeling + anxious. You see, his father was an artilleryman in the war with Spain, + and his grandfather was a Colonel at the end of the War of the Rebellion, + though he went into it as a private, like Ramsey. He died when Ramsey was + about twelve; but Ramsey remembers him; he was talking of him a little the + night before he enlisted.” + </p> + <p> + Dora made a gesture of despairing protest. “You don't understand!” + </p> + <p> + “What is it I don't understand?” + </p> + <p> + “Ramsey! <i>I</i> know why he went—and it's just killing me!” + </p> + <p> + Fred looked at her gravely. “I don't think you need worry about it,” he + said. “There's nothing about his going that you are responsible for.” + </p> + <p> + She repeated her despairing gesture. “You don't understand. But it's no + use. It doesn't help any to try to talk of it, though I thought maybe it + would, somehow.” She went a little nearer the dormitory entrance, leaving + him where he was, then turned. “I suppose you won't see him?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know. Most probably not till we meet-if we should—in + France. I don't know where he's stationed; and I'm going with the aviation—if + it's ever ready! And he's with the regulars; he'll probably be among the + first to go over.” + </p> + <p> + “I see.” She turned sharply away, calling back over her shoulder in a + choked voice. “Thank you. Good-bye!” + </p> + <p> + But Fred's heart had melted; gazing after her, he saw that her proud young + head had lowered now, and that her shoulders were moving convulsively; he + ran after her and caught her as she began slowly to ascend the dormitory + steps. + </p> + <p> + “See here,” he cried. “Don't—” + </p> + <p> + She lifted a wet face. “No, no! He went in bitterness because I told him + to, in my own bitterness! I've killed him! Long ago, when he wasn't much + more than a child, I heard he'd said that some day he'd 'show' me, and now + he's done it!” + </p> + <p> + Fred whistled low and long when she had disappeared. “Girls!” he murmured + to himself. “Some girls, anyhow—they will be girls! You can't tell + 'em what's what, and you can't change 'em, either!” + </p> + <p> + Then, as more urgent matters again occupied his attention, he went on at + an ardent and lively gait to attend his class in map-making. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter XXI + </h2> + <p> + That thunder in the soil, at first too deep within it to be audible, had + come to the surface now and gradually became heard as the thunder of a + million feet upon the training grounds. The bugles rang sharper; the drums + and fifes of town and village and countryside were the drums and fifes of + a war that came closer and closer to every hearth between the two oceans. + </p> + <p> + All the old symbols became symbols bright and new, as if no one had ever + seen them before. “America” was like a new word, and the song “America” + was like a new song. All the dusty blatancies of orating candidates, + seeking to rouse bored auditors with “the old flag”; all the mechanical + patriotics of school and church and club; all these time-worn flaccid + things leaped suddenly into living colour. The flag became brilliant and + strange to see—strange with a meaning that seemed new, a meaning + long known, yet never known till now. + </p> + <p> + And so hearts that thought they knew themselves came upon ambushes of + emotion and hidden indwellings of spirit not guessed before. Dora Yocum, + listening to the “Star Spangled Banner,” sung by children of immigrants to + an out-of-tune old piano in a mission clubroom, in Chicago, found herself + crying with a soul-shaking heartiness in a way different from other ways + that she had cried. Among the many things she thought of then was this: + That the banner the children were singing about was in danger. The great + country, almost a continent, had always seemed so untouchable, so safe and + sure; she had never been able to conceive of a hostile power mighty enough + to shake or even jar it. And since so great and fundamental a thing could + not be injured, a war for its defence had appeared to be, in her eyes, not + only wicked but ridiculous. At last, less and less vaguely, she had come + to comprehend something of the colossal German threat, and the shadow that + touched this bright banner of which the immigrants' children piped so + briskly in the mission club-room. + </p> + <p> + She had begun to understand, though she could not have told just why, or + how, or at what moment understanding reached her. She began to understand + that her country, threatened to the life, had flung its line those + thousands of miles across the sea to stand and hold Hindenburg and + Ludendorff and all their Kaisers, Kings, Dukes, and Crown Princes, their + Krupp and Skoda monstrous engines, and their monstrous other engines of + men made into armies. Through the long haze of misted sea-miles and the + smoke of land-miles she perceived that brown line of ours, and knew it + stood there that Freedom, and the Nation itself, might not perish from the + earth. + </p> + <p> + And so, a week later, she went home, and came nervously to Ramsey's mother + and found how to direct the letter she wanted to write. He was in France. + </p> + <p> + As the old phrase went, she poured out her heart. It seems to apply to her + letter. + </p> + <p> + She wrote: + </p> + <p> + Don't misunderstand me. I felt that my bitter speech to you had driven you + to take the step you did. I felt that I had sent you to be killed, and + that I ought to be killed for doing it, but I knew that you had other + motives, too. I knew, of course, that you thought of the country more than + you did of me, or of any mad thing I would say—but I thought that + what I said might have been the prompting thing, the word that threw you + into it so hastily and before you were ready, perhaps. I dreaded to bear + that terrible responsibility. I hope you understand. + </p> + <p> + My great mistake has been—I thought I sas so “logical”—it's + been in my starting everything with a thought I'd never proven; that war + is the worst thing, and all other evils were lesser. I was wrong. I was + wrong, because war isn't the worst evil. Slavery is the worse evil, and + now I want to tell you I have come to see that you are making war on those + that make slavery. Yes, you are fighting those that make both war and + slavery, and you are right, and I humbly reverence and honour all of you + who are in this right war. I have come home to work in the Red Cross here; + I work there all day, and all day I keep saying to myself—but I + really mean to <i>you</i>—it's what I pray, and oh, how I pray it: + “God be with you and grant you the victory!” For you must win and you will + win. + </p> + <p> + Forgive me, oh, please—and if you will, could you write to me? I + know you have things to do more important than “girls”—but oh, + couldn't you, please? + </p> + <p> + This letter, which she had taken care not to dampen, as she wrote, went in + slow course to the “American Expeditionary Forces in France,” and finally + found him whom it patiently sought. He delayed not long to answer, and in + time she held in a shaking hand the pencilled missive he had sent her. + </p> + <p> + You forget all that comic talk about me enlisting because of your telling + me to. I'd written my father I was going at the first chance a month and a + half before that day when you said it. My mind was made up at the first + time there was any talk of war, and you had about as much responsibility + for my going as some little sparrow or something. Of course I don't mean I + didn't pay any attention to the different things you said, because I + always did, and I used to worry over it because I was afraid some day it + would get you in trouble, and I'm mighty glad you've cut it out. That's + right; you be a regular girl now. You always were one, and I knew it all + right. I'm not as scared to write to you as I was to talk to you, so I + guess you know I was mighty tickled to get your letter. It sounded blue, + but I was glad to get it. You <i>bet</i> I'll write to you! I don't + suppose you could have any idea how glad I was to get your letter. I could + sit here and write to you all day if they'd let me, but I'm a corporal + now. When you answer this, I wish you'd say how the old town looks and if + the grass in the front yards is as green as it usually is, and everything. + And tell me some more about everything you think of when you are working + down at the Red Cross like you said. I guess I've read your letter five + million times, and that part ten million. I mean where you underlined that + “<i>you</i>” and what you said to yourself at the Red Cross. Oh, murder, + but I was glad to read that! Don't forget about writing anything else you + think of like that. + </p> + <p> + Well, I was interrupted then and this is the next day. Of course, I can't + tell you where we are, because that darned censor will read this letter, + but I guess he will let this much by. Who do you think I ran across in a + village yesterday? Two boys from the old school days, and we certainly did + shake hands a few times! It was the old foolish Dutch Krusemeyer and + Albert Paxton, both of them lieutenants. I heard Fred Mitchell is still + training in the States and about crazy because they won't send him over + yet. + </p> + <p> + If you had any idea how glad I was to get your letter, you wouldn't lose + any time answering this one. Anyhow, I'm going to write to you again every + few days if I get the chance, because maybe you'll answer more than one of + 'em. + </p> + <p> + But see here, cut out that “sent you to be killed” stuff. You've got the + wrong idea altogether. We've got the big job of our lives, we know that, + but we're going to do it. There'll be mistakes and bad times, but we won't + fall down. Now you'll excuse me for saying it this way, Dora, but I don't + know just how to express myself except saying of course we know everybody + isn't going to get back home—but listen, we didn't come over here to + get killed particularly, we came over here to give these Dutchmen h—l! + </p> + <p> + Perhaps you can excuse language if I write it with a blank like that, but + before we get back we're going to do what we came for. They may not all of + them be as bad as some of them—it's a good thing you don't know what + we do, because some of it would make you sick. As I say, there may be + quite a lot of good ones among them; but we know what they've done to this + country, and we know what they mean to do to ours. So we're going to + attend to them. Of course that's why I'm here. It wasn't you. + </p> + <p> + Don't forget to write pretty soon, Dora. You say in your letter—I + certainly was glad to get that letter—well, you say I have things to + do more important than “girls.” Dora, I think you probably know without my + saying so that of course while I have got important things to do, just as + every man over here has, and everybody at home, for that matter, well, the + thing that is most important in the world to me, next to helping win this + war, it's reading the next letter from you. + </p> + <p> + Don't forget how glad I'll be to get it, and don't forget you didn't have + anything to do with my being over here. That was—it was something + else. And you bet, whatever happens I'm glad I came! Don't ever forget <i>that</i>! + </p> + <p> + Dora knew it was “something else.” Her memory went back to her first + recollection of him in school: from that time on he had been just an + ordinary, everyday boy, floundering somehow through his lessons in school + and through his sweethearting with Milla, as the millions of other boys + floundered along with their own lessons and their own Millas. She saw him + swinging his books and romping homeward from the schoolhouse, or going + whistling by her father's front yard, rattling a stick on the fence as he + went, care-free and masterful, but shy as a deer if strangers looked at + him, and always “not much of a talker.” + </p> + <p> + She had always felt so superior to him, she shuddered as she thought of + it. His quiet had been so much better than her talk. His intelligence was + proven now, when it came to the great test, to be of a stronger sort than + hers. He was wise and good and gentle—and a fighting man! “We know + what they've done to this country and what they mean to do to ours. So + we're going to attend to them.” She read this over, and she knew that + Ramsey, wise and gentle and good, would fight like an unchained devil, and + that he and his comrades would indeed and indeed do what they “came for.” + </p> + <p> + “It wasn't you,” he said. She nodded gently, agreeing, and knew what it + was that sent him. Yet Ramsey had his own secret there, and did not tell + it. Sometimes there rose, faint in his memory, a whimsical picture, yet + one that had always meant much to him. He would see an old man sitting + with a little boy upon a rustic bench under a walnut tree to watch the + “Decoration Day Parade” go by—and Ramsey would see a shoot of + sunshine that had somehow got through the walnut tree and made a + bedazzlement of glinting fine lines over a spot about the size of a + saucer, upon the old man's thick white hair. And in Ramsey's memory, the + little boy, sitting beside the veteran, would half close his eyes, + drowsily, playing that this sunshine spot was a white bird's-nest, until + he had a momentary dream of a glittering little bird that dwelt there and + wore a blue soldier cap on its head. And Ramsey would bring out of his + memory thoughts that the old man had got into the child's head that day. + “We knew that armies fighting for the Freedom of Man <i>had</i> to win, in + the long run.... We were on the side of God's Plan.... Long ago we began + to see hints of His Plan.... Man has to win his freedom from himself—men + in the light have to fight against men in the dark.... That light is the + answer.... We had the light that made us never doubt.” + </p> + <p> + A long while Dora sat with the letter in her hand before she answered it + and took it upon her heart to wear. That was the place for it, since it + was already within her heart, where he would find it when he came home + again. And she beheld the revelation sent to her. This ordinary life of + Ramsey's was but the outward glinting of a high and splendid spirit, as + high and splendid as earth can show. And yet it was only the life of an + everyday American boy. The streets of the town were full, now, of boys + like Ramsey. + </p> + <p> + At first they were just boys in uniform; then one saw that they were boys + no more. + </p> + <p> + They were soldiers. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Ramsey Milholland, by Booth Tarkington + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RAMSEY MILHOLLAND *** + +***** This file should be named 2595-h.htm or 2595-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/9/2595/ + +Produced by Earle Beach and David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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